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“O- oh sh-” My dick erupts in my girlfriend’s hand after just a few strokes. I groan with embarrassment as my load run down her fingers. This is the second time this has happened in as many days.

“Relax,” she says, “it just means you think I’m irresistible.” She laughs a little, not quite able to hide her disappointment. “Just get me some toilet paper,” she says.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I have never struggled with premature ejaculation before, but these last two days I have been very distraught.

After I sprayed my cum over her laptop two days ago, I sat watching her cum-covered face on the screen for several minutes. I copied the video onto both my own computer and my phone. And as I wiped the cum away and erased all traces of ever having gone through her computer, I started thinking about what to do next. Obviously, I had to confront her with cheating.

But I haven’t. Instead I welcomed her in and pretended nothing had happened when she came back from work. I didn’t confront her the next day either. Instead I watched the video again. It’s constantly on my mind. I can feel my cock twitching in my pants every time I picture her sucking those cocks, every time I think of how hard they fucked her. Every chance I get, I watch the video again. All of it or just part of it. That’s the reason I have been so extremely horny the past two days, and why I cum just from her touching my dick.

“Thanks!” She takes the toilet paper and wipes the cum off her hand. She tosses the paper on the floor beside the bed afterwards. I move the blanket away from her body and sit on my knees between legs. My limp dick slightly touches by her panties while I lean forward and kiss her on the lips. I continue to her neck, gently suck a little on both her nipples before I adjust my position and kiss her stomach.

“Mmmmh…” She sighs softly, “good boy.”

I keep my mouth over her sheer panties for a while and just inhale the scent of her pussy. It’s just fair and square that I satisfy her with my mouth after I came so quickly. It feels right.

I grab her panties and peel them down until I lean away to hook them off one of her legs. She spreads her thighs for me to please her, her pussy is glistening wet. I slowly slide my tongue over it, just sligthly penetrating her pussy lips. She shivers when she exhales. I keep licking with slow, long movements, very gradually picking up the pace.

This pussy has been fucked by other men, I think. Lord knows how many times that has happened or how recently…

I feel her hand on the back of my head, she grabs my hair as if she is rubbing me into her crotch. Her grip is not tight, not yet.

Shifting my attention upward to her swollen clit, I bring one hand up between her legs. She moans softly as I penetrate her with one finger. I just barely touch past her opening while twirling my tongue around her clit.

She exerts a little more pressure on my head, but I resist. This is going to be so much better for you if remain patient, I think to myself. I insert another finger into her pussy and push further in while flicking my tongue over her clit. She gyrates her hips a little to make more contact with my mouth and fingers.

I feel the inside of her pussy. Other men’s cocks have fucked her there, I think. She has been gyrating her hips in this way while being fucked by other men. I take my fingers out of her and instead jam my tongue into her pussy. I reach as far as I can and taste her deeply.

Tasting her cheating pussy, I think as I strain to get my tongue deeper. Who knows when there was another man’s cock here last time. I feel my dick twitch.

My girlfriend pulls my hair softly but sternly, she wants my tongue back on her clit. I obey.Her breath becomes heavier and she tightens her back every time I rythmically insert my fingers into her wet, cheating pussy.

My free hand finds its way to my flaccid cock. I slowly jerk it while pleasuring her. The images of her getting fucked in the video flood my brain when I close my eyes. Licking her pussy is not enough.

I put my arms under her legs and raise them up. Any other situation, and this would be a submissive position for her to be in, but not with my serving tongue between her legs. I take a few long licks again, burying my tongue in the crevice of her pussy lips. I can feel my cock hardening against the bedsheets.

“Oh?” She lets out a little surprised high-pitched sound as I make my next move. They both fucked her there, he came there, I saw it, filling her up. I lap at her puckered little anus, I trace it with my tongue. van escort She enjoys it, like she enjoyed being fucked in the ass. My cock throbs as I think that thought. They fucked her ass, one of them came deep inside her and I’m licking that very same hole. I imagine his cum dripping out of her ass as I penetrate it with my tongue. I try to go as deep as I can, fucking her musky asshole with my tongue. My dick strains under me, fully erect by now. She has one hand on the back of my head pressing me as hard as she can towards her. She is working her clit with the other. I can’t breath, but I keep going.

“Aaaaah! Yes!!” She screams and then groans through gritted teeth, hurting my neck as she grabs my head with both hands smothers my face into her crotch. She cums with my tongue deep into her asshole. I can feel both her pussy and ass contracting with pleasure. Even though her hands are covering my ears I can hear her moaning.

I stay between her legs for almost a minute afterwards, just inhaling the scent of her pussy and ass as I gasp for air. My dick is still rock hard and it’s digging uncomfortably into the mattress. I could fuck her now, but when I look up at her she has a lazy smile on her face and her eyes are closed. She is sleeping.

I rise from the bed carefully and pull the blanket over her naked body. With my dick standing up like a little flagpole, I pick up my phone and saunter out to the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet and open the video again. I try to be patient, but after watching for about two minutes I’m stroking hard. Once again, I cum all over my own stomach while watching her take two cocks.

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“Oh really, a double shift, huh?” I smile at my girlfriend.

“Yeah,” she looks up from her phone, “it seems like someone pulled out in the last minute.”

“Too bad,” I say, “I hate it when people pull out, don’t you?” I can’t muster up the courage to look her in the eyes when I say it. She doesn’t answer. When I finally look up at her she is looking down at her phone again and biting her lower lip.

“So, uhh,” she is struggling to tear her eyes away from whatever is on her phone, “I’ll be late, but I’ll se you here afterwards.”

After she has left, I wait for about an hour. If she is indeed going to work she should be there by now. I change into a hooded sweater and walk out to check on her. As I close in on the coffee shop, I find my heart is racing. With the hood pulled as far down as possible, I go into the bookstore on the other side of the street from where she works.

While I rather embarrassingly pretend to be browsing the self-help section, I spy through the large windows.

“Anything I can help you with?” I make a little squealing noise, the bookstore-woman damn well snuck up on me.

“N-no,” I stutter, “just browsing!”

She leaves me be and tells me I should feel free to ask, if I need any help. I spot my girlfriend behind the counter on the other side of the street. She is indeed working. My eyes are glued to her as she serves customers their coffee, smile at them, and laughs merrily. Flirting…

After twenty minutes or so, I tear my eyes away from her. I can’t stay here, the woman who talked to me earlier is looking increasingly irritated at me. I nod politely to her and walk out of the bookstore while pulling my hood up. She shakes her head while I walk out.

I don’t want to be spotted, so I choose not to walk past the cafe. I know I need to come back before my girlfriend’s shift ends. Wonder how many dicks she will suck in her break, I whine inside my head. The prospect makes me feel a little twitch in my cock though, so I just end up feeling more pathetic.

When I get home, I decide I’m not going to watch the sextape again. In about half an hour I think to myself, why the fuck not, and watch it again. Still trembling, still getting hard to how slutty she behaves. For the next hours, I just keep myself occupied with this and that until it’s time check on her again.

I feel like such a stalker as I stand on the corner down and on the other side of the street from where I know she will exit. I quickly step behind the corner as she comes out the door. Watching her from behind the corner, I sigh with relief as she starts walking the other way. I follow.

I feel triumphant that my suspicions were confirmed. Triumphant and angry at her. She lied to me, again. I could confront her, but what would I say? No, I’ll just keep watching her, see what she’s up to.

Luckily, she isn’t going far. She seems to be in a hurry, though. I hurry after her, but keep my distance. My heart is racing all the time as I watch her enter a lingerie store. I stop for a brief moment before I walk up to the store window. I can’t see her at first, but then she is suddenly looking straight at me from behind a mannequin.

“Fuck!” I exclaim through gritted teeth and turn around and duck for cover. I walk hurriedly away from yalova escort the window. If she has seen me now, I don’t know what to do. While I wait and watch the store from a safe distance, I curse myself for being so careless.

She comes out of the store. A shopping bag in one hand, her phone in the other. She looks around as if searching through the crowded street, until she finally waves enthusiastically.

I can already see the guy. My heart feels like it is trying to escape through my throat.

I know who he is. It’s her colleague at the café…

But why is she meeting with him?! I scream the question inside my own head as I spy at them from a distance. She has always insisted that she can’t stand the guy! She always complains about him being such a douchebag. He grabs her and hugs her. I’m too far off to hear what they are talking about, but I can see her smiling when she shows him the bag.

As they walk away together, I follow. My suspicions are quickly confirmed, they’re going to her place.

My girlfriend lives in a pretty cheap flat with one of her friends. Her friend is almost never home though. So mostly she is there all by herself, or so I thought up until now…

They go inside her apartment complex. It’s a big building, but my girlfriend lives on the first floor. I have always felt uncomfortable with the fact that her bedroom window is straight into a back alley, but this time, I am thrilled about it. I’m gonna catch her in the act, the cheating bitch!

The curtains are closed, of course, they’re always closed. But there is a small opening on the side of the window that I can watch through. I struggle to move a trashcan over to the window as soundlessly as possible. I swallow hard after I climb onto it. My hurried breath moistens the window as I press my face toward the crack to look inside. I’ve got you now, I think.

She’s there, but she is alone; but then again, she is wearing black fishnet stockings and a lace bra and currently pulling on a pair of matching panties… Fuck! I catch a glimpse of her trimmed pussy. She looks at her self in the mirror for a few seconds, pouting her lips and squeezing her breasts together. Then she walks over to the door and opens it.

The smug smile on the guy’s face infuriates me. I can see that he says something, but I can’t hear it through the window. My girlfriend walks over to sit on the bed. She gets down on her knees with legs slightly spread and her back arched to make her tits stand out. She looks so incredibly sexy like this. I can feel blood surging to my dick from seeing her. She bites her lower lips as he walks slowly toward the bed.

Instead of throwing himself over her, like I probably would have done, he stops a few feet from the bed. He beckons her with his finger slowly and without uttering a word. My girlfriend ever so slightly licks her lips and gets off the bed. When she is just in front of him, he holds his hand up and stops her.

Still preferring the sign language to speaking, he moves his finger in a spinning motion. My girlfriend obeys. Slowly, she get spins around to show off her body to him. She looks great, her firm tits are perked up in the bra and the g-string all but disappears between her slightly jiggling asscheeks. And the fishnets! They make her look so ready, so intensely sexual! I have to adjust my boner to stop it from rubbing painfully against my jeans.

After she has completed the round, the guy moves in. He puts his hands on her shoulders and lets them slide down the curves on her sides until he reaches her hips. My girlfriend opens her mouth in a silent moan as one of his hands find her ass. He pulls her toward him in a stern motion and kisses her aggressively. She closes her eyes and looks to be in pure bliss.

I can’t think straight. What a fucking bitch. She has been complaining about this guy constantly, on his lewd comments, his endless boasting about all the girls he has fucked, how he thinks he is a real player. And here she is, showing off to the bastard, dressing up sexy and grinding her hips towards him. I angrily rub my erection through my pants.

With a firm grip on her neck, he pulls her back. I can fucking SEE how fast she is breathing through her open mouth. With a slow but firm push, he presses her down. She obediently sits down on her knees with her head directly in front of his crotch.

She opens his belt, she pulls down his pants. Then, she pulls down his boxers. I can see a limp cock hanging between his legs. It’s not big, it’s huge! Over 5 inches of meat hanging straight down, about my size before it’s even erect.

My girlfriend sticks her tongue out and slowly starts licking. Then he suddenly slaps her. It’s not hard or anything, he just flicks his wrist and lands a little slap of the kind that hurts one’s pride more, than one’s face.

Me and my girlfriend gasp simultaneously. She looks up at him in shock, her expression is one of offended çorlu escort disbelief. The guy isn’t having any of her bullshit though, and firmly grabs her hair. He gives her another slap, and still without saying anything, he simply points a finger at her as if she were a dog.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He asks, his voice commanding and firm. The mortified expression on her face as her head is held tightly and turned up is still there, but she nods without breaking eyecontact. He pulls her towards him, but instead of letting her lick his cock, he pulls her further down towards his balls.

My girlfriend obediently starts licking his scrotum. His cock is resting on her face and forehead. I can see that it gradually pulsates toward erect. Growing bigger with each throb as my girlfriend is covering his balls with spit. My heart is racing, and my face flushes as I stick my hand down my pants to feel my own modest, little dick. His is so big… Has to be slightly over eight inches… Right now throbbing against my girlfriend’s forehead as she is servicing his balls.

Absentmindedly, I begin stroking inside my pants as I stare in agonized fascination at the scene in front of me. After she licked and sucked the guy’s balls for several minutes, he finally pulls her head back with both hands. His big cock is pointing directly at her face. She is transfixed by it, her eyes squinting toward the tip. I could probably have jumped through the window and started singing and dancing without her noticing me.

“You ready to suck it?” He asks, looking down on her.

“Y-yes!” My girlfriend stutters, but there is an unmistakable enthusiasm in her voice.

“Yes,” I whisper, “suck it! Show me what you can do with that monster!”

He releases her head and lets her move at will. She opens her mouth wide and takes his glistening cockhead into her mouth. Her lips close around the thick meat and I can see her cheeks working. She starts bobbing her head back and forth, getting his cock a little deeper every time. Finally, she closes her eyes hard and shoves her face toward him. With her tongue out, I see her pressing as far as she can go. She turns red and I can see the veins on her neck bulge as she runs out of air. Even as she struggles, there is still a few inches to go before he is balls deep in her mouth.

She pulls back and I can hear her gasping for air, panting and coughing. Strings of drool hang between her open mouth and the massive cock and from her chin dripping down towards her breasts.

She takes the guy’s hands in hers and places them on the back of her head. She lines her mouth up with his cock again, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

“Give it too her!” I wheeze through gritted teeth, my fingers are slippery with my own precum as I clench my dick and stroke eagerly. He does! Holding her head tightly, he bucks his hips towards her face, slamming his cock into her throat. I can hear her gag. He doesn’t stop though. He just keeps plowing into her, making her cough and sputter. Finally, he plunges deep into her throat and stays. I can’t see it, but I imagine her throat is bulging from the thick cock being rammed into it.

This is how you treat a slut, I think, as my girlfriend starts trying to push herself away from him. Helplessly shoving at his thighs. He keeps her there for a few more seconds while her desperation mounts before finally pulling her back. I can hear her gasp and cough as he holds her blonde hair in a firm grip.

Her makeup is running. Dark mascara and eyeshadow is trailing down her face, and her lipstick is smudged around her mouth, a lot of it on the guy’s impressive cock as well.

Somehow, this only makes her look sexier. I stare with my mouth open, almost drooling myself.

“Face down on the bed and ass up, bitch!” He commands her with a little shove towards the bed. She obeys him instantly and walks on her knees to the bed. With them still on the floor, she lays her upper body on the bed displaying her ass and pussy for him.

She hates the very word ‘bitch’, I’m not allowed to use it about anything in front of her. The guy grabs her panties and pulls them halfway down on her thighs, just above where the fishnets end.

“Spread!” He tells my girlfriend. My girlfriend doesn’t quite get his meaning, and spreads her legs as much as she can while constricted by the pulled down thong. She looks back at him quizzically. That earns her a hard slap on the buttocks. I can hear the stinging slap through the window.

“Spread your cheeks, you stupid bitch! Do you want this or not?” The mortified expression on her face from the painful slap is absolutely priceless. It takes her a second or two, but I can read the word ‘sorry’ being muttered on her lips. She extends her butt further into the air as if to signal she does in fact want it, grabs her asscheeks with both hands and pulls them apart.

Her ass and pussy is wide open for him. I can see a grayish drop of fluid drip from her open hole. She practically trembles with tension as the guy gets on her knees behind her with his big cock lined up with her pussy.

“Keep your cunt spread!” He snarls. This guy doesn’t have a normal, fucking voice, I think to myself, he’s so loud.

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I wanted to model for the local college. I had done it once years before, and it was an interesting experience. I had recently lost some weight, and was in the best shape of my life, so I thought I’d show off. I told the art teacher I’d do it for free, I didn’t need the money, it was just a good way for me to get out and experience life a little more.

There was a background check to make sure I wasn’t a perv, she checked my references from the other school, and I was in. One of her models cancelled, so I was able to get in front of a class early the next week. It had been a while, and I was admittedly a little excited.

It is a unique experience for a guy to stand on a platform surrounded by a bunch of young women, drop your robe, and strike a pose for an hour. The first time I had tried this, the physical reaction was not at all what I had expected. Of course, every guy is scared he’s going to get an out of control erection, and have to stand there with his johnson sticking out. It is an art class, and you need to conduct yourself professionally, no one wants to see an erection. It is educational, not sexual. The first time, I did not have that problem, instead, the anxiety of dropping my robe made the little guy run and hide like a scared turtle. That was embarrassing. To say the least.

This time, I was experienced. I was older, and feeling very confident. I dropped the robe, strode confidently to the middle of the room, did a few quick poses to get loosened up, then settled in for the long pose. I was standing, supporting myself with one leg on a low stool, and leaning on a long dowel like a staff. I focused on a point at the back of the room, and started my meditation mantra. “Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire. Life is suffering. The kuşadası escort root of suffering is desire.” I had found that focusing on the four noble truths freed my mind and distracted me from the fact that I was standing naked in front of a room full of people scrutinizing my every detail.

This class required a lot of focus on the mantra. The room was full of very attractive young women, not one guy. It was late in the spring semester, the room was hot, and there were a lot of sundresses leaving not much to the imagination. “Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire …”

The thing with men is that out bodies react to all kinds of things, changes in temperature, a slight breeze, the delicate musky scent of a woman rising up from the front row as a sexy young hairy arm pit hippy girl stepped forward to get a better view. I felt the little guy start to relax, he wanted to be friendly and say hello.

As I said, I am a little older and have some experience. I know my member is not the worlds largest. I am probably right in the middle of average. I really tried to keep my focus, “Life is suffering, the root of suffering is desire.” I stared at my spot on the back wall, and took a deep breath. I felt my member get a little heavy as the circulation increased, but much to my relief, I just got a little bigger. I focused, took a deep breath. Calm. It was good. Balls felt loose and relaxed. Deep breath, relax. I was aware of my penis, but just comfortably aware. Deep breath. Then I felt a small drop of precum just barely ooze to the tip. Focus. Focus. “Life is suffering.”

I held the pose for another half hour. Mercifully the class ended. I walked over to grab my robe, feeling my cock swaying back and forth. It felt kocaeli escort great. I tied my robe, and turned to see the art teacher touch her finger to the podium I had been standing on, then rub something gently on her finger tips, as she smelled it, and touched it to her lips. My precum. As it registered in my brain I was horrified, but not the little guy, he jumped to full attention. She smiled at me, looked over the flagpole in my robe, and said, “Good work. See you next week.” I blushed deeply, and felt a light sweat break on my forehead.

The next week was better. I started with another standing pose, during which the professor stood next to me, her eyes at waist level, discussing details of the musculature of my hips and abs. I felt my penis grow hang heavily, but I was filled with confidence and control. The second pose was a seated pose, reminiscent of the thinker, in which I was again aware of my relaxed cock hanging confidently before the room. I felt a drop of precum emerge lightly from the tip, slowly forming a long drop stretching down to the wooden stage. I focused on my mantra, “Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire.” It was a spiritual as well as a physical exercise.

I was focused on my spot at the back of the room, listening to pencil strokes, erasers, whispers, and the occasional giggle, when I heard someone walk into the room. The art teacher called her over, and they had a hushed conversation. Focus.

The reclined pose was much easier to maintain, and proved to be very relaxing. By the time the class was finished I was in a fairly deep meditative state. The students filed out, some of them thanking me as I stood and stretched, walking across the room feeling my cock and balls swaying gently back konya escort and forth.

“Excuse me Peter,” the art teacher said, “do you have a moment?” She was standing near my robe talking to a beautiful young woman. “Are you available to model for a small group this Saturday?”

“I think so, sure.” I said, feeling somewhat awkward standing there in the nude. When you are naked, you don’t have many options for where to put your hands, you don’t have any pockets.

“Have you ever worked with another model?” the art teacher asked.

“No. I have not,” I answered. “But I think that would be a good experience.”

“Great. Do you have a girlfriend, boyfriend, or significant other who would be jealous seeing you in somewhat intimate poses with someone else?” she asked.

My mind raced with the possibilities, and the little guy took notice. I felt him start to bob up and down with interest, and saw their eyes drawn to the motion. “Uh … No. I’m single.” I answered, trying to keep my voice from cracking. Play it cool. Play it cool.

“Fantastic. Peter, this is Adrienne. The two of you will be doing some somewhat intimate and erotic poses for a group off campus. How does that sound?”

My cock was now a respectable semi, poking out front saying hello to our new friend. “That sounds very exciting” I said, glancing down at my obvious interest. I looked up and saw Adrienne and the art teacher focused on my mid-section. What could I do?

“Great” said the art teacher, with a devious grin. “And don’t worry if something comes up, it is perfectly acceptable with this group.” I blushed.

“I look forward to working with you” said Adrienne, smiling shyly. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed as she turned and left the room. She looked back one more time and waived, her eyes dropping below my waistline momentarily.

The art teacher handed me my robe. I threw it on, feeling my cock poking out between the soft terry cloth. “Come to my office I will give you some details” said the art teacher. With my cock leading the way I followed her.

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Soon after moving in with my then girlfriend (now wife) Cathy, we soon settled into our daily routine. Always leaving the house around an hour or so before her, she always saw me off by the front door with a hug and kiss. What she wore during these farewells varied as to how far she had prepared her makeup and things.

One particular day, she arrived to see me off wearing just her bra and panties and as always, planted a sweet little kiss on my cheek as we opened the door. As I left the house, she casually asked me if I could see the postman along the street, mentioning she was expecting a registered parcel.

Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five doors along. I knew it would only be a minute or so before he arrived, so imagining her having to scramble around some for some clothes amused me somewhat. The thought then occurred that she may just think it was me returning and simply open the door as she was.

That was when I felt a strange feeling; a mixture of jealousy and excitement at the thought that the postman may see her in her scanty underwear. The thoughts stayed with me all day and the more I thought about it the more I was getting unexpectedly aroused. I considered phoning her to ask but didn’t. So it was not until dinner that evening that I casually broached the subject.

“Did your parcel arrive ok?” I enquired casually.

“Yes, no problem, just after you left actually. Didn’t you see him down the street?”

“Hope you had time to dress then.”

“Actually no. When I heard the doorbell I just assumed you had forgotten your keys again and just opened the door. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. I don’t know who was the more embarrassed – him or me.”

“What happen then, did he say anything, or just do the gentlemanly thing?” I replied, afraid to sound too interested.

“Well I just stood there, unable to move for a moment, so I simply apologised, telling him I thought it was you. Then took the parcel and signed for it. I’m sure I blushed like hell because he kept trying to glance inconspicuously between my boobs and my legs.”

“Probably made his day as well,” I laughed.

And that was it, but that night’s sex was amazing. Cathy was as horny as hell, and as we fucked, images of her standing almost naked in front of the postman really excited me.

Our normal routine continued, with Cathy nonchalantly waving me off by the front door, until I reached our gate each day. A few days passed with our usual morning panics, Cathy scurrying around half dressed as I turned the place over looking for keys. Calling out that I was leaving, Cathy appeared in the hallway in just her lacy bra and pants. As my hand was on the latch she covered it to prevent me opening it and planted a very sensual kiss on my lips. Had I had the time we would have certainly ended up screwing on the spot.

After a playful struggle, I managed to open the door and head down the short path leaving Cathy in the doorway to wave me off. As I reached the gate I teasingly asked if she was expecting another delivery or something. She just laughed and blew me a kiss before slowly closing the door.

Whilst walking along the road which was almost clogged with busy rush hour traffic, the thought came to my mind, that anyone who was driving past would have probably seen her. Thoughts of their reactions unexpectedly aroused me, and I came to realise, that now I was almost wishing for someone to actually see my loving partner’s near nakedness.

That night we were having an awesome session when I expressed how she had sent me off wild with desire for her that morning, and concocted a fantasy of her being seen by others next time. In the throes of excitement, she admitted that when she mistakenly opened the door to the postman, it had awakened new emotions inside her. When I lovingly pressed her further, she not only admitted that she had enjoyed his eyes caressing her near nakedness, but that after he had left, she was so turned on by these unexpected feelings that she could not resist the temptation to bring herself off. Her admission sent us both over the top, coming hard almost simultaneously.

Over the next few days my mind was continually aroused by thoughts of her being seen by strangers and decided that at the next opportunity, I would enjoy encouraging proceedings. It didn’t take long for another chance to arise, and thinking back Cathy must have encouraged it as well. She was upstairs as I was preparing to leave and shouted for me to wait. Moments late she appeared in a very sexy skin coloured bra and panty set. I gulped at thought of whether she may want to wave me off in such sexy underwear.

Coming up close, she threw her arms around me almost devouring my mouth with her sensuality. Fuck! I was so turned on, my mind dizzy with the possible outcomes. Returning her embrace, I slid my hand behind her back, unclasped her bra, and slid it off her shoulders. kütahya escort Hoping she now realised I was also excited with the thrill by her recent behaviour.

Still in a clinch, she moved her left hand to turn the latch, telling me I’d better go or I’d miss my train. As I tore myself away, I almost came on the spot when she let her bra float to the floor. I pulled her back to me to give her another deep kiss, secretly hoping that she would satisfy my newfound cravings while she opened the door.

My heart was thumping with anticipation as she pushed me off, allowing me a moment to take in her exposure, before seductively positioning her right arm to cover her shapely boobs, opening the door and urging me out.

Walking with my head turned backwards, it was not until I reached the gate, that she simply took a pace back into the hallway, uncovered her breasts and waved. What else could I do but just stand there waving back enjoying her daring act until she closed the door?

Making truly passionate love that night, we totally admitted our mutual arousal and fantasised on how we would progress this exciting new obsessional desire.

Over the next few weeks, Cathy continued to wave me off wearing very little, and even standing in the actual doorway on many occasions, inviting stares and waves from the drivers in clogged in the morning rush hour, which always led to a wild evening of lovemaking when I got home.

Cathy now continues our story: After the unexpected thrill I experienced when I opened the door to the postman, I was at some sort of crossroads. Dave my lover, was always hornier returning home on the days I had waved him off wearing very little clothing. Lovemaking on those nights was immensely erotic, especially when we fantasised that other men may have seen me. Although the thought of turning fantasy into reality aroused me, I decided not to push things until I was sure Dave’s enthusiasm was as strong as mine.

Things developed a few weeks later when we arranged a night out to celebrate one year since our first date. Dave had booked a table at a rather exclusive hotel in a nearby town and suggested I wear my black crossover dress for the occasion. As usual I had dressed well before time, and on checking myself out in front of the mirror, decided to try wearing it without the bra. Actually, I felt very sexy when I puckered up my already aroused pink nipples, and seeing how much they protruded through in the silky fabric provoked some interesting notions.

I could tell Dave was well impressed when I joined him in our lounge. So much so, that after I did a twirl to show him, he started playing around. Then he teased me about the fantasies that had developed during our lovemaking. Pulling me close, he untied the sash holding my dress together to see the effect. Loosened to the extreme, most of my curving flesh was visible. Already in the mood, I was delighted when he re-tied it to show significantly more cleavage. He mischievously added that we may want to slacken it even more later.

We drove to the venue, having pre-booked a taxi for our return. On arrival at the restaurant, we were shown to a corner table, where I chose to sit facing the wall. Then whilst wriggling out of my coat, I deliberately caused my dress to reveal my left breast. Hell! I felt so hot when my lover then told me how gorgeous I looked, and urged me not to cover up.

Seeing an older Latin type waiter approaching I hastily considered my options – should I just cross my arms to cover my exposed nipple or should I just partially cover it?

By this time in our relationship, I knew my lover would want me just to sit back in the chair and allow the waiter to see my tit. But basically I needed some Dutch courage, so chickened out, and discreetly drew my top to partially cover my exposed flesh.

The waiter welcomed us, handed us the menus, and then informed us of some of the specials available. Not immediately knowing his reaction, I was afraid to look directly at him. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes continually drop to the exposed valley of my cleavage. Sensing I had attracted his fascination, my nipples hardened to protrude against the silky fabric. It made me wish I’d had the courage not to cover up so much on his approach.

Giving him my order, I turned to look up at him just in time to catch his roaming eyes return from my chest. So with a provocative pout, I simply looked down at my chest then back to his eyes, confirming to him I was aware of my exposure. I hoped to convey that I was comfortable with him looking at my aroused impressions. His returning smile after taking our order confirmed his appreciation. As soon he left, Dave leant forward to let me know that I had aroused him terrifically by teasing the waiter.

Our stimulating conversation continued until our waiter returned with our customary two bottles of wine. White for me and red for Dave. Uncorking mine first, manisa escort he stood to face me then took his time as he poured me a sample to taste. While he was performing this ritual I raised my eyebrows and smiled, wanting him to acknowledge what he could see. The meal arrived and as the evening progressed, our conversation continued. Dave reiterated how much he enjoyed my recent early morning exposures, and how much more energetic our lovemaking had been. With some liquid encouragement, we became a little more candid about our desires. Eventually both admitted we wished to explore the fantasy of me being seen by others.

We received such wonderful service all evening. The waiter went out of his way to top up our glasses or to confirm our satisfaction, whilst paying undeniable attention to my obvious lack of a bra. Dave kept asking me how much I was enjoying the waiter’s attentions. I replied that I was adoring his special attention.

By the time the bill arrived and having drunk almost a whole bottle of wine, I was feeling very relaxed and really turned on. Dave offered his card to pay, and our waiter disappeared to get the card machine. Whilst he was away, Dave reached over and adjusted the fabric of my dress. Looking down, I saw he had exposed it show the dark edge of my areola. The sexual energy generating between us was awesome. Dave continued the flattery, saying he was sure the waiter would recall what he saw to enjoy himself later. When he returned to process our transaction, his eyes immediately took in my increased exposure. Knowing one of my almost naked boobs was being relished by this older man excited me more than ever.

Eager to reward our waiter for his obliging service, I reached for my coat knowing my flimsy crossover would slide to reveal my full breast. My eye caught his just in time to see a subtle smile of approval which generated a wonderful surge of pleasure.

Keen to continue this newly discovered and stimulating activity, we moved to the lounge area where we found a somewhat secluded sofa. I sat crossed legged displaying a fair amount of naked thigh until the bar steward arrived and took our drinks order. While he was away, Dave confirmed what I already knew. The steward had been openly staring at my legs. Then as if reading my thoughts, Dave suggested he seemed the type who would unwittingly participate, and enrich this adventurous experience. So now taking things a little further I toyed with the edge of my crossover, so when I leant forward most of my aroused left nipple would undoubtedly show. The sexual tension between us escalated while we continued with our sexy dialogue and eagerly anticipated his return.

He returned a few minutes later and placed our drinks on the table in front of us. It was now or never. I casually leant forward, knowing full well I was presenting my complete left breast for him. As Dave fumbled for the exact payment, his gaze blatantly lingered on my rather obvious exposure.

It was while Dave teased me about the thrill we just experienced that I saw some work colleagues at the bar which cooled things slightly. Not wanting to cause any embarrassment, I covered up before they spotted us and came over. We chatted with them for a while. They were nice enough, but not the company we wanted that night. I sensed that Dave was as cheesed off with this intrusion as was I, so after a few minutes we made some excuses and left.

Dave pulled me into a doorway for a long deep lingering kiss and ran his hand under the fold of my dress. As his hand delved between my legs, I just had to stop him. I just wanted to savour this amazing arousal for as long as possible. Reluctantly, he moved his hand to play with the waistband of my panties, then whispered he wanted to remove them before we arrived at the nearby wine bar. Almost melting with the intensity of the moment, how could I refuse such a sexy request?

Fuck! I felt so vulnerable, but also unbelievably sexy as the cool evening air caressed the slick wetness seeping from my recently shaved mound. Then I wondered how daring I would be if a sudden gust lifted my dress.

Feeling tipsy, we moved along the road to the crowded wine bar where we had to push ourselves through to get to the bar. We bought our drinks, then managed to get to a high stand-up table with a couple of high stools that had just been vacated. With Dave’s constant flattery and encouragement, I purposely fidgeted on the high stool to expose more of my soft swells. I was also obviously conscious of my lack of underwear, but confident enough to allow my dress to fall to the sides of my legs.

Glancing through the crowd at all the couples and groups, I saw two guys probably around mid-twenties standing near the bar. They were deep in conversation but also seemed to be watching everyone, probably looking for a couple of women to pick up. One of them looked my way, then said something to his friend which caused him to turn to look in our direction. mardin escort I just kept chatting to Dave occasionally glancing in their direction. I was sure they were looking at me, and that I was their topic of conversation.

It wasn’t too long before they edged closer, eventually asking to put their drinks on our table as the place was so crowded. We soon started a polite conversation, which was difficult due to the continual thump of the heavy music being played. I was really flattered knowing these guys had moved over to join us, no doubt my loose dress had been a factor.

As the conversation continued with all the usual openers, I deliberately hunched my shoulders as I leant towards them. I was happily inviting them to see inside the top of my dress. Then I began getting concerned as to Dave’s acceptance of my flirting. So reassuring myself, I ran my hand over his thigh to his crotch where his hard erection confirmed his total appreciation of my behaviour.

The banter was getting more sexual with the guys now openly flattering me, and telling Dave how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous girlfriend. The more they flattered me, the more my arousal was escalating, especially when they commented on how daring my dress was. I chuckled to myself wondering if they guessed I was totally naked underneath.

It was the first time in my life I had effectively invited strangers to see me in such a way, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Each time I leant towards them in conversation, they took advantage of the opportunity to gaze at my cleavage and possibly even my pink nipples. Each time gave me a little flutter of excitement.

Then Dave chirped in saying how much he loved me to dress this way. As he said the word ‘this’ I felt his warm fingers on my mid inner thigh, then draw my leg closer to him. The motion effectively parted my legs, baring my femininity, which left me almost naked from the waist down. As the venue was so crowded, everyone including our present company, was totally oblivious to Dave’s actions. I swear if his finger had brushed my exposed pussy, I would have come on the spot.

Fortified by the effect of the alcohol, Dave elaborated on why he loved my dress so much. How it made me feel extremely horny, especially when appreciative guys could see my cleavage. The younger of the two agreed it made me look very sexy, and that seeing my obviously aroused peaks poking through the material, turned him on as well.

Dave checked his watch saying we’d have to leave in ten minutes or so because of our pre-booked taxi. It crossed my mind to let it go and prolong this electrifying stimulation. But knowing the difficulty in getting a taxi at this time on a Saturday night, thought better of it.

Aware that we were running short of time, I secretly craved for Dave to do more. Dave carried on to say how the dress was tied, and how, depending on my mood it could be tied accordingly. The younger guy, feigning innocence, suggested that they are shown what he meant. That was it! Dave urged me to twist a little in my seat to show where the bow was tied. This also had the effect of showing much of my exposed thigh. While the increasingly sexy banter continued, the anticipation of how far this would take us was driving me wild. My libido was simply going off the scale.

Then looking deep into my eyes to confirm my enthusiasm, Dave tugged the loose end releasing the bow but left the twist in the sash, leaving me the opportunity to proceed as I wished.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind. Yes, the heady mix of alcohol and arousal was having its effect, as did the super electric atmosphere of the moment. Not wanting this mind-blowing evening to end, I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was looking. Then simply laughed, deciding to let my body movements do the rest.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long for the shiny sash to slacken, allowing the flimsy bodice to loosen. Then my animated movements loosened it to the point of allowing it to slide over my small but very erect nipple. I felt I was in seventh heaven, so didn’t even attempt to remedy the exposure. It was incredibly thrilling, listening to their very flattering remarks and watching their lecherous expressions.

All too soon it was time to leave. I swung off my stool letting gravity take its course. My dress just held in place with a very slack twist in the sash, now a hell of a lot looser than when we arrived. We said our goodbyes with them hoping to see us there again. Dave picked up my coat and pushed our way through towards the doorway. I trailed behind with the thrilling knowledge that my ripe nipples were popping in and out of view with each step. Dave reached the doorway a few moments before me, so for his titillation, I brushed my hip against other patrons, coaxing the total length of my legs to become visible.

Running a little late, we rushed to our taxi pickup point and settled in the back of the comfortably warm Mondeo. Both of us were intoxicated and highly aroused after experiencing our fantasies. It didn’t take long for Dave to unbutton my coat and realise the sash had completely detached during the rush. Unconcerned, but somewhat excited that the driver might see, we kissed and fondled each other all the way home.

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A bit of a rerun with new facts.

MARY’S DOLLIE TRAINING

Maybe you haven’t read about Mary, my younger brother’s girlfriend. For those who’ve read most of this read it again. You may have forgotten something.

I’ll begin this story before I married Dollie. I was 20, brother Ike, Mary, and Dollie 18. Brother Ike had already been dating Mary over two years. Everyone expected them to someday marry. They spent most of their time together at Mary’s mom’s place or at the Catholic church. What could go wrong?

Little Mary was another skinny horny teenager. Mary also had nice titties. Oddly, she never exposed them much, except when wearing a bikini or naked. Both happened frequently.

About this time Ike had another girlfriend he was often shackin up with and screwing regularly too. Kay, also 18, was a stocky built gal with big tits. Still not fat, but filled out. Maybe twice the size as Mary. Back in the good ole days very few people were actually obese. My how times changed!

–It was Mary who became Dollie’s friend when she started High School in town. It was Mary who fixed me up with many blind, and not so blind dates. Being a small town, I pretty much new most kids, even if only by sight. I’d seen that skinny little gal, Dollie, around school wearing sloppy clothes that hid her figure. Nothing I was interested in! Little Dollie had a crush on me and I didn’t even know her.

–Mary was still fixin me up with dates. Some I went on. Some I didn’t. I liked girls. I was fascinated by boobs at a very early age. But I had boy friends… No, not that kind! We went roller skating, to stock car races, drag races, fishin, hunting, and mostly messed with our cars. I was also taking accordion and steel guitar lessons. I had no time for stinking girls. Okay, nuff of this crap. It’s about Mary’s influence on Dollie and I.

–Mary wore mostly high topped sweaters or clingy satin type blouses. She didn’t need a bra. Remember, young girls often have perky pointed titties. Mary’s were quite large for her tiny body. For some reason, back in the mini skirt era, many girls I knew didn’t wear panties. Perhaps I only knew those bad girls…or was lucky!

—-Another little factoid: Dollie and all the other girls I knew well had “hairless” pussys. Mary had long black hair—– on her head and on her pubic area.

–Mary was also fair-skinned. Almost white like Morticia on the Adams family. Mary wore kahramanmaraş escort mostly mini skirts, often micro mini skirts. Most of Mary’s mini’s were full, or wide at the bottom, compared to the straight tight skirts Dollie wore. Mary loved showing her pussy anyplace, and everyplace she went. I believe she got a thrill out of people staring at that big black muff!It stood out like a spotlight!

–I’m thinking on the same corner downtown where Charlotte caused the accident, Mary’s tiny skirt blew up above her ass. I was behind her so didn’t see her black hair covered cunt. But it was obvious that many other people did. No wrecks this time. But lots of whistles and yelling goin on. This one time stood out. But it happened regularly with Mary.

–Mary would sit and spread her legs when other guys were lookin up her skirt. She loved getting in or out of cars, especially small sporty cars. She’d bend over, giving beaver shots from behind. Mary would look for opportunities to stand above people, on walls, ladders, stairs, bleachers, escalators, etc. At this time in our lives Dollie thought this was just too nasty for any girl to do.

Yep fantasy ideas I borrowed and used later with Dollie. Of course, Dollie was hairless which didn’t seem to matter to those getting pussy flashed. I have to thank Mary for something else. I believe it was her that convinced Dollie that intercourse could be painless and fun. Mary was the type of girl who loved to brag about fucking. You remember the type. Everyone who knew her, and many who didn’t, were kept up on the latest fucking her and my brother had. Other school girls told their own sex stories. So by this time in Dollie’s life she was considering this fucking thing as fun. I just happened to show up at the right time!

—After all these years I still wonder——-who fucked who? Who trained who? –I still don’t miss playin the accordion!

–Mary and my brother Ike were together from pre-teen. After growing up, teaching each other the fine art of intercourse and oral sex. Both wandered off course to other lovers at times. But always seemed to have time for sex between themselves. They seemed happy with each other. Marriage was sure to come someday. And it did!

Ike joined the Army soon after I married Dollie. Dollie somehow became pregnant. Many of my friends were joining the service or going to the large factory for jobs. kastamonu escort I worked in an office at a local factory. Deciding I wanted to see the world instead of the four walls of an office, I tried joining the Air force, then Navy, and Marines. Maybe not in that order. None wanted a married kid with a kid on the way! So I remained at home doing the best I could to help serve my country.

Younger brother Ike ended up in Germany workin in a motor pool with another kid from Mississippi name Presley. We though that was cool. This Elvis kid and my brother were always getting in trouble for hot roddin the jeeps and big trucks. Lucky that Presley kid seemed to get them both out of trouble quickly. They ended up peelin a lot of potatoes in their spare time.

–Mary married another lover of hers, a darned biker. Chuck spent more time in the tittie bars than at home with Mary and the kids. Brother Ike married a German gal who worked in the commissary. Sometimes things don’t go as planned.

–But back to my doing my part for our Country. Mary was lonely. Dollies’ little slut friend Charlotte needed a place to stay for awhile. For awhile lasted over 5 or 6 years. During this time, Mary hung out at our tiny home much of the time too. Her mother picked her three kids up from the Catholic school and watched them most of the time. I was working in the factory in an office and evenings at the gas station. Plus I was forced to entertain three horny teenaged girls. What some of us did for our country was amazing. But someone had to do it!

–Charlotte and Mary were built much the same except Mary had large boobs like Dollie. There was one more large difference. Charlotte had that tiny cunt that I could barely finger fuck without her screaming. Mary had a pussy so large I could make a fist and ram it in nearly to my elbow! I remembered Ike complaining about Mary’s monster cunt. I also remember him and a few other guys saying they’ve never smelled a pussy that nasty!

–All the time my brother dated Mary I never touched her. I saw everything she had many times. But lookin at a cunt does not always give you a clue how large it is, unless it’s spread wide. Mary was hangin around our place while Dollie and Charlotte were playin around with me. Many times there’d be one or two other old high school girlfriends there too. And those two horny little twin 20 year old neighbor girls from across kayseri escort the alley. When they weren’t in the house, they were lookin in a window. Made me feel like Dollies mom and daddy! No wonder I became a nudist and exhibitionist!

–All of this sex was makin Mary hot. Since she was used to being fucked often and husband Chuck wasn’t home to give her any, Mary was getting desperate. I worked on those big boobies of hers often. I rubbed her ass often. I felt her crotch and rubbed her big black nest, often. Okay, I finger fucked Mary a lot too. But I just couldn’t get past the smell of the dead Carp fumes coming from within Mary’s large juicy cunt to stick my cock inside it! As much as Dollie asked me to fuck Mary, as much as Mary and the other gals begged me to fuck Mary, as much as I wanted to fuck Mary, I never fucked Mary! I did have standards! But I sure came close a few times.

–Mary had gone to several doctors about her odor and her enormous pussy. She even went once to have a Tampex removed from far inside that deep dark wet crevasse. Many medications and no amount of douches or creams helped. Poor Mary, a beautiful, sexy, tiny woman with large boobys and the sexual drive of a nymphomaniac yet very few men wanted to fuck her. It still amazes me how such a tiny ass could contain all that hot juicy pussy!

SWIMMIN WITH MARY

Way before we took Charlotte swimming Dollie and I often took Mary to another old gravel pit turned RV park and swimming beach 30 some odd miles east of town. This was more of a family oriented place yet bikinis were the choice of swimwear for many girls young and old.

I’d fondle both Dollie and Mary when out in the lake. Occasionally I even fucked Dollie as Mary watched. The water was clean but not clear enough to see deeply so It was reasonably safe with others around. After we were embarrassed by a loudmouthed female lifeguard telling us “that’s not allowed here” we stopped fucking in that lake.

I seemed to be feeling Mary’s and Dollie’s titties every chance I got. Mary drove her car to the lake one time and I had both gal’s swimsuit tops down to their waist feeling them up on the way home. Mary got pissed, saying she couldn’t concentrate on her driving. Still I didn’t stop tittie squeezing.

—-Was any of this even partially any help in training Dollie? What Charlotte and Mary wore influenced what I asked Dollie to wear. The lovemaking that we shared with all those lonely girls had to be of some help in training Dollie to be so horny and willing to share my fantasies later on. Besides, I was working two jobs and still unselfishly serving my Country by keeping those little American beauties safe and warm. I wished I could serve another tour of duty.

God Bless America.

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The story so far. A combination if events had found Jenny, a newly qualified school teacher, abandoned naked near a lay by beside a busy road. Currently crouched behind some bushes covering her embarrassment with her hands a best as she could. She was now working out how to get home without being seen.

Gradually the panic she had felt at first began to subside and Jenny contemplated her predicament, more specifically on how to extricate herself from it keeping her modesty intact. As she worked through the options she narrowed it down to two. She could remain where she was until dark, then try her best to get back in the dead of night. There would certainly be less chance of discovery. Alternatively she could go for it now and get things over with. The second option seemed the worst until she remembered part of the conversation her friend Katy had with the police officer who had made Katy drive off. The part where he informed Katy that some road repair vehicles were about to occupy the very lay by in which she was cowering naked. The chances of them setting up and getting ready for work and not discovering a hot young teacher, naked in the bushes were minuscule in the extreme. That settled it for Jenny. She would have to make a break for it. And now. At least she knew the area well enough to know that for the most part it would be across country, with plenty of natural cover for a lot of it. The final part would mean walking through a housing estate, but there were enough to back alleys and gardens to avoid the actual streets until the very last stretch towards their flat. With a quick look over the hedges she set off. She kept a hand over her neatly trimmed pussy and an arm across her breasts as she tip-toed away across the field on the long journey home.

As she progressed along the pathway Jenny started to relax. It was a lovely sunny evening. The sort of evening just perfect for a walk in the countryside. Of course, being naked was not the ideal way to undertake this. Nevertheless, Jenny did feel a lot better now. Miles from anywhere, then traffic noise from the busy road had long since been replaced by birdsong and the hum of insects as they went about their pollinating and nectar gathering. After a while Jenny relaxed and her arms dropped away from covering her more intimate places. Besides the brush of her arm on her nipples had caused them to become erect. Jenny always had sensitive nipples and the contact between them and her forearm only served to make her pussy wet. Given that her hand had been tightly clamped over her lips this had only served to provide the early stages of arousal. Her outer lips had parted and more than a few times her hand had touched against her inner lips and, oh God had they, rubbed her clit – which in turn had long since left its protective hood. Jenny so needed to cum. She was considering stopping and relieving her desires when she heard something over the sounds of nature. The sound didn’t really register at first, her being preoccupied with contemplating masturbating, until the source of the sound was very nearly upon her. When it suddenly registered she froze. Two people started to appear over the brow of a hill – thankfully they were preoccupied in their conversation and didn’t notice her. Quickly Jenny came to her senses and dived to her left into the cover provided by a hedgerow. She sank into a dry ditch and held her breath. Once more her hand went to cover her pussy. As much to find out how she was down there as cover. As her palm cupped over now somewhat exposed pink entrance she gasped. How hot was she right now? She thought she may even scald her fingers. As the voices rose in volume she started moving her hand around. She didn’t want to to, but she did. Jenny gasped – then froze.

“What was that” a male voice asked.

“What was what?”a female voice this time.

“It sounded like someone gasping,” The first voice again, puzzled. Then rustling noises as they two hikers started to look around. Jenny held her breath and kept as still as a statue. Her hand remained clasped on her dripping pussy. She felt the blood pulsing through her tender pink entrance. Her nipples hardened as she heard footsteps approach and move into the longer grass a few feet from where she crouched.

“Can you see anything, Dan? Maybe someone is hurt?”

“No, nothing yet, Sarah,” the male voice, Dan, sounded like it was inches from her face. Jenny shut her eyes. Almost as if she couldn’t see him, he would be unable to see her!

Suddenly, Jenny felt something against her thigh. Straining every nerve not to cry out, Jenny opened on eye to see a fox rush away, past Dan and off into the distance. The effect of the rubbing against her leg was almost enough to tip her over the edge.

“It’s OK, sweetheart. It was a fox.” Dan started to move away.

Jenny held her breath as the two voices faded away. Her heart thumping so hard she thought it would burst! Once she was sure she was alone again Jenny peered out from her hiding place. Her near orgasm had subsided, a little, and she decided to move on. There was still plenty of cover, should she need hatay escort it, if she stuck to the edge of the field.

For the next few minutes Jenny walked carefully on, listening for every sound, eyes darting about to make sure she was not being seen by anyone. After a short while she relaxed a little. It was a warm summer evening and the feel of the air against her body was very liberating. Jenny allowed her hands to fall from her body. Her nipples remained erect, but they were not aching so much now. A quick check of her pussy confirmed that she was still very wet and tender. Jenny decided to leave her hands Sgt her side and not inflame her passion unnecessarily. However, she remained at a heightened level of excitement. Her lips were now well parted and her clit stood proud of its hood.

Suddenly she was aware that her thoughts had distracted her awareness and that she had walked a considerable distance without paying attention to her surroundings. Just a few yards ahead of her was a tent. A voice from within announced that he was popping out to spend a penny. As luck would have it the cover she had anticipated had all but disappeared at this point. As the zip of the tent started to move open, Jenny started to panic. Her eyes widened and her hands automatically moved to cover her tits and pussy again, the classic ‘ENF’ pose. Then she noticed a small, dilapidated hut a few yards past the tent. She would have to be quick, but she should be able to make it of she ran now. Before she even realize it she was running towards the wooden structure. Luckily, the door was on the furthest side from the tent. Unluckily, it was fastened by a piece of rope. As she scooted round to the blind side a head emerged from the canvas door. Jenny started to fumble with the rope, cursing the fact that the knot looked impossible to untie. The camper noticed the hut and he popped back inside announcing that he had “Just seen a place I can spend a penny,” then he emerged from the tent. He made his way quickly towards the sam shut Jenny was standing behind, naked.

The camper was getting close and closer. Just as Jenny thought she would be discovered the rope gave way and Jenny slipped inside, carefully closing the door behind her. She watched through the cracks as the man moved round to the door side of the hut. Jenny froze, holding the door shut from the inside. There was a bolt across it which she managed to shut. Just in time, as the door rattled as the guy tried to enter it. She heard him curse. Then the sound of a zip, followed by the noise of water flowing against the side of the hut. Jenny could not resist it and peered through the crack to see a fairly sizeable male appendage with golden liquid flowing from it onto the hut door. The flow gradually subsided and she watched as he shook the last few drops from it. Jenny had never seen a man pee before and she thought it looked funny. She stifled a giggle. The man paused, then shook his head as if to say “No, it couldn’t have been,” then walked off. If only he had known that, as he relieved himself, the other side of the thin wooden door, was a young girl standing there, naked. Once more she idly caressed her pussy with one hand and held a breast with either, pinching her nipple. However, now was neither the time nor the place. Damn it though, she was so ready to relive her tension right now. Almost as if they were working alone the fingers on the hand nearest her pussy moved to stroke her lips. Jenny checked herself. That would have to wait, dear heavens.

Right now the matter of getting home had to be her priority. Now that the camper had returned to his tent the coast was clear. Jenny quietly slid the bolt back and pushed the door open, her eyes fixed on the tent. If only she had been less concerned with the campers she might just have notice the piece of cloth hanging from a nail on the shed wall. An item that, on closer inspection, she would have discovered was an old jacket. A jacket that would easily have covered her body – thus removing the embarrassment of having to continue her journey home naked.

A little while later Jenny arrived at a hedgerow. She recognized it as the far side of the cricket pitch near the place where she and Katy shared their flat. “Nearly there.” She thought to herself. A short journey along the trees to the gap where the style was. Then a choice. Skirt around the edge of the ground, or a mad nude dash across the middle. Which was it to be? She plumped for the latter. There was no one around and on the opposite side were the allotments. These offered a number of possibilities for cover. Various sheds, fences, shrugs etc. were located there. She would be able to move from one to the other using them as shields. But for now it was the cricket pitch. Jenny took a deep breath and set off as fast as she could. To keep her exposure time to a minimum she decide not to hold her tits. As she ran they moved up and down, her nipples hardening at the cool air rushing over her body as she ran. Just as she got about halfway there she heard voices and laughter. She looked towards thee source and saw a ığdır escort group of men in cricket whites about to emerge from the pavilion. “Fuck, no!” She exclaimed. Quick as a flash she changed direction and dived behind a convenient side screen. It appeared she had not been spotted. Yet.But she could not stay here. She waited for the match to start, then ran toward the tree line using the screen as cover. Diving into the bushes she collapsed into a heap and caught her breath.

Once she had recovered herself Jenny crept very carefully along the tree line using the ditch as extra cover. Once again she was shielding herself with her hands and once again she felt the excitement of feeling her nipples and pussy. Her clit was throbbing again and her nipples rock hard. Resisting the temptation to finger herself to orgasm she pressed on. She soon found herself on the opposite side the the pitch from where she entered it. She crouched done by some wheelie bins for protection. Just a road to cross and she would be on the allotment.

She watched from her hiding place as cars went to and fro along the road. Carefully timing things she waited for a suitable gap and, having spotted it when she arrived, headed for a notice board just inside the entrance. There was a space between the board and a wooden hut. Just big enough to hide in. From there she could work out the next hiding place and start the journey across the various plots to the car park.

Jenny scooted up to the sign and stood behind it. “Phew! I don’t believe it. All the way across the road and not a single person saw me.” Jenny relaxed a little.

“Here, boy,” a voice brought her back to cold reality. She could hear sniffing from the street side of the fence, behind which she was cower, naked. A dog. “What is it, Monty?” She heard the owner ask. “Is it rabbits, boy?”

Jenny decided she did not want the owner finding her here.She immediately set off towards a large pile of cuttings. Crouching down behind it she watched Monty and his owner walk on by. “Ha, ha. Must be his unlucky day,” she thought. “That close to a naked woman and he didn’t see. Thing!” Jenny chuckled o herself. “Oh, well. Here goes,” She thought, and set off to the next place of safety. Gradually she worked her way across the allotment.

At one point she found herself standing next to a small hut, from within which came two voices discussing different ‘recipes’ for the best manure! Carefully she skirted her way around eyes peeled for any sign of movement from the two guys. Again, had she been less focused on the occupants of the hut, she may have noticed the jumper hanging over the fork, stuck in the ground near her. A jumper more than capable of covering her naked form. But she totally failed to spot the potential embarrassment remover and headed off towards the car park still stark naked of course – and still rather turned on by the whole situation.

She wondered what Katy was doing. If only she had her mobile, If only the police car had not showed up. If only. But the facts were the facts. The bare facts, you might say. Right now she had a car park to negotiate. A car park with rather a lot of cars in it. And not all the cars were unoccupied. The light was starting to fade, but it was still daylight. However, the temperature had started to fall as the sun lowered in the sky. Not that this cooled Jenny’s pussy at all. Although her nipples had reacted to the change in temperature. “Damn my sensitive nipples.” Thought Jenny to herself. She had always loved how the excited her when being touched, or licked and sucked. She once orgasmed when an ex-boyfriend had been sucking on them in his car one night. Early spring it was cold and she had been dared to go out without any underwear (no panties and no bra) for a drive. Just a coat, stockings and suspenders. Exciting them both they enjoyed a fingering session at the end of the night. Much to both of their pleasure – and that of a guy out walking his dog, whom they never spotted in the shadows. On that occasion two men ejaculated courtesy of Jenny. Her boyfriend with the aid of her hand, and the dog-water with the use of his own. Jenny was thinking back to that night, her hand caressing her inner lips, a finger slipping up inside as she crouched down behind a small van. She was brought back to reality when she heard a door slam and felt the van start to shake. It’s sole occupant, a local tradesman moved to walk away and pressed the key fob, causing the doors to clunk and the van emit a familiar double bleep, confirming it was locked and alarmed. Jenny held her breath. The man paused. If she could read his thoughts she would have been even more terrified than she was right now.

“Shall I get the stuff out of the back?” He thought to himself. Paused, turned and started to step back towards the rear of the vehicle, where Jenny crouched, naked. She gasped, but the man was too preoccupied with his thoughts to hear her. “Nah,” he said out loud. Then quietly to himself he muttered, “I’ll get the stuff later”. His girlfriend was in the house over the back and was waiting for him to spend ısparta escort some time together. And as his wife was away on a work trip…

“Oh, my God!” thought Jenny, “that was close”. She realized how close she had become this evening in being discovered. Naked. Yes, it was embarrassing, but she also felt enormously turned-on by that thought. Given her currently excited sexual state she really thought she would orgasm on the spot if she was discovered. She stopped touching her pussy, she had got as far as three fingers right up inside her and had been thumbing her clit gently. But that could wait. She moved slowly, crouching, car-by-car, across the car-park. For a while her luck held and she found herself at the far end of the car park, at the entrance of a long path between the railway line (protected by a high, metal mesh fence) and the backs of a row of houses. She had to traverse the entire length of the pathway, then it was a short distance down a couple of streets to her home, a large house where she and Katy had rooms. They had deceived to share a twin room with a nice en-suite. There were two other lodgers and the landlord. All got on well and would share meals and hold parties and dinner occasions from time to time. The landlord worked away during the week and the two lodgers were quiet, so it was as if the girls had the whole house to themselves most days.

Well, there was no point in waiting around, she decided. The longer she spent outside, the greater chance of discovery, of being found in her unclothed state. She took one last look at the path and set off. Not running, but walking swiftly. Once more she cover her chest with one arm, for protection and also to stop her tits from bouncing too much. As before, her other hand cupped her pussy. “Bloody hell,” she cried out, feeling how wet she was between her legs now. When she got home there was a matter she certainly had to take into hand. Urgently.

The walk along the pathway went well and she was about two-thirds of the way along when suddenly the dog walker she saw earlier turned into the path and started to walk towards her. Jenny froze. This was it. There was no-way she would not be discovered now. The man was studying his mobile phone intently, but would certainly look up soon. If only when he got right up to where Jenny was standing. She broke into a cold sweat, but at the same time her pussy throbbed at the thought. Under her hand she felt it pulse. Just as she thought the game was up she noticed a gap in the fence to her left. It looked very small, but… She reached out to the panel and it moved slightly. Enough to allow her in? There was only one way to find out. She squeezed through, just. Then, sliding the panel back, pushed herself up against the fence. It seemed an eternity until the man’s foot steps got close. The dog started to sniff the fence where she was, then scratch at it. Finally it started to bark furiously. She wondered how Ing it would be before anyone in the house might look out to the source of the noise. However, no one did and, after being called by the owner, the dog moved on and started sniffing his way along the path. Jenny waited in the relative safety of the garden, peeking out of the fence keenly watching until the man and his dog has disappeared. If only she had not been too intent on watching the man, she may not have failed to notice the washing line further up the garden. The line containing some dresses and other items of clothing. As luck would have it, they were the same size as Jenny wore. However, once again she failed to spot the chance to end her state of nakedness. Jenny slid the panel back and slipped out on to the path again. As her naked body left the garden the back doors opened and the young lad, back from university that day, walked into the garden for a crafty smoke. He totally failed to see Jenny’s pert bottom disappear through the gap. Had he done so he would also have been treated to the rear view of her pussy as her legs parted to allow her to step through it.

The end of the pathway was reached without further incident and all Jenny had to do now was sprint, garden by garden, bush by bush. Easier said than done of course, but the estate in which she lived had many well-groomed gardens and trees along the way. She knew it well enough to know that such a journey, through tricky, was not impossible. The phat life (and occasional vehicle) would provide a number of places behind or inside of which, she could hide. She set off, moving from shrub, to shrub, tree to tree, car to car. She was about halfway home and had arrived at the one place where cover was sparse. A quick dash was the best way. Towards the big tree then a quick sprint to a row of shrubs that would get her to her back gate. Once in the garden she would be able to get in. Safe. Jenny took a deep breath and set off running. Just as she got to the tree a uniformed shape turned into the road. It was one of those PCSO types. A young girl, no doubt aiming to join the police proper. She held her body to the tree, the bark pressing against her flesh. She felt its concourse press against her legs, belly and arms. She also felt it against her breasts, nipples and pussy. As the barked pressed against he pubic mound she became acutely aware that she sported a Brazilian, due to the different feeling of the bark against her thin strip of hair and that against the bare skin either side of it.

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To get the context, you need to read Chapters 1 &2 first.

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I am pretty sure my main fuck-buddy, Laura Jean, was infatuated with me. I don’t know why. I know I am a selfish jerk. I’ve always been that way. But some chicks seem to like the bad boys and can’t wait to spread their legs for guys like me. Laura was one of those girls.

One weekend, after we’d been seeing each other for two months, we went for a picnic up in the mountains to a secluded area by a stream. It’s a mile hike in from the trailhead where you park your car. She carried the food and a blanket, and I brought my camera bag and some beer. There are some nice rock outcroppings with a great view of a wooded area between the peaks. We ate lunch and drank the beers. Then, I had her strip and took tons of digital pics of her. In the shaded daylight under the trees, the camera picked up so much more detail, the results looked professional, even artistic. She actually looked prettier in that light. Her sexy posing got me horny, so I spread out the blanket and set the camcorder on the tripod. I had her kneel on the blanket while I focused and framed, then hit the record button before walking over and inserting my dick in her mouth. Because it was outdoors, it was crystal clear, unlike the darker and grainy ones I’d taken in her apartment. It was a great blowjob and some of the best and most explicit sex footage I’d taken of her. I’m thinking of selling it.

The following weeks, I filmed us in several new sex activities and perversions. We did the bondage thing again, except this time I videoed the whole thing. She didn’t object much unless I interrupted the sex too often to get up eskişehir escort to zoom or refocus the camera. I asked her if she’d let me hire someone to film us so I wouldn’t have to interrupt so often, but she refused.

Making porn with Laura became an obsession for me. Between filming sessions, I downloaded and watched the videos and jerked off to them. By the time she got off work at 11, I was horny as hell and full of new ideas for making even better and kinkier home porn.

Laura and I did a lot of other sexual things on tape. My company has a warehouse. It is closed on Sundays but I have a key. I took Laura down there one Sunday, stripped and blindfolded her, and tied her hands behind one of the metal support columns. I set up the camcorder on a tripod, and fucked her standing up. Then I filmed her again on her knees with her back pinned against the column and hands tied behind it. I made her suck me twice; shoving my cock down her throat so far she gagged and eventually puked. It was great having a girlfriend who would do shit like that, but I never let her know it. I made sure she thought SHE was the lucky one.

Even though I’d sworn on a stack of bibles I’d never show any of the nude pics or porn videos to anyone, I never intended to keep that promise. I showed the videos to my buddies at work, who couldn’t hardly believe how much sex Laura was willing to do for me. After that they started dropping big hints about whether they could have her when I broke up with her (which they knew I would do eventually). I was starting to get a little bored with her but I told them I planned to keep her around for while. gaziantep escort But I also hinted at the possibility of a gangbang if I could get her to agree to it. I asked her several times, but she always refused. I kept asking because I found that asking her for stuff like that was a great way to get her to do something else she didn’t really want to do. If my second suggestion didn’t sound as bad as the first one, she usually agreed on the “lesser.” She wanted to please me, so if she thought I was unhappy or unsatisfied, she could be convinced to do most anything. Eventually.

That’s how I convinced her to give me several blowjobs in my car. Normally she was afraid to be seen doing it, but all I had to do was ask her to do a twosome or a gangbang first, and she usually went along with it. A couple times pedestrians walked by or people in other cars saw some of it. One warm evening, she blew me in my car with the convertible top down. That was cool. But I wish more people had walked by. I’m sure the only thing they saw was her head bobbing up and down in my lap. Or, there was the time I screwed her on a park bench on the bike trail by the river, I am sure all anyone saw was my bare ass bouncing up and down between her legs. And one night she let me fuck her on a chaise lounge on the patio next to her apartment complex’s swimming pool. It was dark so I doubt anyone saw us, but it was still more fun than doing it in her bed.

One of the only times anyone saw us having public sex was another weekend when we went back up to that same picnic spot in the mountains, except that time we went up there for overnight camping. giresun escort We pitched our tent in a clearing near the rocks about 100′ off the trail. There were lots of trees and a few bushes, and we didn’t see anyone else on the trail, so Laura was comfortable we had privacy. Unfortunately, being alone meant I had to pretend to listen to her as she gabbed on and on. I was hoping the sex would be worth putting up with it.

The first night, we only screwed in the tent in the sleeping bag because it got cold. The next day though it was sunny and warm, and we had sex outside a few times, camera rolling. We also skinny-dipped where the stream feeds into a secluded cove about a half mile away, but no one was around, so it didn’t really count as public sex. But even though she hadn’t seen them, I had seen noticed some hikers walk by on the trail a few times. It took me awhile to convince her, but she let me strip her naked and tie her blindfolded to a tree after I promised to lick her to the best orgasm she ever had. She never got the orgasm I promised, but a couple of hikers got a good show of her nakedness and of me getting a blowjob from her while she was tied up. I saw a hiker looking in our direction and then hand his binoculars to another guy. Too bad they didn’t come closer. I would have let them have a much better look. Maybe even fuck her. Oh well.

Another time I made a video of her sitting nude in a lawn chair and masturbating on her balcony. She was facing indoors so I don’t think any of her neighbors saw anything, but my buddies saw it all when I shared the videos with them. Sex in public places was fun, but even that got boring after awhile.

Over the next few weeks, I made several more porn videos. I filmed her sucking on a dildo and wearing a schoolgirl outfit and pigtails. But I was running out of kinky things she’d agree to do. So that’s when I started a full court press to get her to do a three-way or a gangbang with my friends from work.

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April 27, 2020: I have submitted an edited copy of this story to Literotica. Thanks to andyinoz for giving chapter 1 and 2 a lookover for me!

Chapter 1: The Class

It was my last semester at college in 1999. It would be my last full term to complete my bachelor’s degree, and then it would be time to move on to grad school in another state. I was getting a bit of a late start, being twenty-eight now and having finally returned to college earlier in the year so I could finish my senior year. My studies had been interrupted when I rashly married at twenty-one, then ended up divorced at twenty-six.

Luckily, I only had two serious classes left, along with a few weekend workshops made up of electives to push me to full-time level. In addition to my studies, I spent a few hours per week at a work study job, and I also worked part time off-campus. I had moved in with my mother so that I could save money toward my January move to grad school.

My Tuesday-Thursday classes were Cultural Diversity and Psychology of Human Sexuality. It was in Human Sexuality that I first met Zach, and became involved in a little research experiment of my own design, which led to one of the most memorable periods of my life.

On the first day of the Human Sexuality class, I arrived at the classroom with a couple of minutes to spare and scouted out the remaining seats. To one side, it seemed most of the girls in class had flocked together, either giggling, checking their makeup, or doing their best to ignore the rest of us. The middle section seemed to be where the middle-aged ‘return to college’ folks ended up, and the other side was mostly unoccupied. A lone guy sat in the seat I would normally have chosen for myself, back row, farthest right hand seat. I decided to take the seat next to him, deviously planning to arrive early for the next class and steal it from him. I was a bit mercenary that way.

As I sat, the guy flicked an alarmed look at me, and I almost felt sympathy for him. I usually chose the seat he had to avoid having to deal with too many people around me. I gave him a friendly smile, which he reciprocated, before his cheeks flushed pink and he returned his attention to his notebook. Interesting.

There was a commotion at the front of the classroom, as three young men entered noisily, jostling each other and laughing. They stopped short to check out the available seating, showing great interest in the flock of chattery birds on the other side of the room, before their eyes found my neighbor. The biggest of the three nudged the other two, said something in a low voice, and they came clambering toward us.

My new neighbor looked both alarmed, and somehow resigned, to their oncoming presence. I felt more than heard him sigh deeply. He looked at me apologetically as they flopped into chairs, one in front of each of us, and the other to my left, surrounding us like a pack of hunting dogs,

“Hey, brainiac,” the largest of them said to my neighbor, reaching over to rub his hand hard over the kid’s head, mussing his hair.

“Hey, Reggie,” he answered neutrally, smoothing his hair back into place.

“Think you’re gonna learn anything in this class? Like, maybe how to have a better relationship with your right hand?” He made a gesture, clearly indicating he was referring to jacking off. The other two snorted in amusement.

My neighbor blushed a deeper red than he had earlier.

“Excuse me, gentleman,” I said smoothly. “I’m going to have to ask the two of you who just came in and sat next to me to move at least one seat away. At least one seat. You might even want to move two. See, I have this medical condition, and well, it could be bad news for anyone sitting too close.” I glanced at my neighbor, who was staring at me incredulously. “You should be okay. You’re not so close you might trigger it. And you’re not covered in obnoxious cologne, which is really helpful, so thank you.”

The two interlopers looked at me like I had sprouted a second head.

“I’d really hate to have to ask the professor to get involved. It might even require going to the Dean of Student Affairs, since I have a written accommodation on file specifically allowing me to arrange my classroom seating for my, uh, maximum health benefit. I just thought it would be better to ask you nicely to help me out by moving without going through all that stupid red tape, you know?” I gave them my most innocent smile. “You look like such sweet boys, I don’t want to cause you any trouble. And I would hate it if you were, well, inconvenienced by my sometimes spontaneous vomiting.”

I was bluffing my ass off. I don’t know what made me do it; I really didn’t care where these asshats sat, but something about them reminded me of a pack of jackals, and I wanted them away. I had no authority to make it happen. I’ve often found that just using a friendly, assertive tone was enough to convince people I knew exactly what I was doing, and that I really just elazığ escort had their best interests at heart.

“Yeah, okay,” muttered the one next to me, and slid over two seats. The one in front of me was more reluctant but the big kid, obviously the ringleader, punched his arm, muttering to him that they’d get there earlier next class and sit where they damn well pleased. Both of them ended up moving a couple seats up to be near the third jackal, leaving me and my new neighbor pretty much isolated.

“Wow,” my neighbor muttered, giving me a look that contained more than a little respect. “That was like the best line of bullshit I’ve ever heard anyone run on those guys and have it work.”

He glanced at the three amigos, who were quietly speaking to each other, occasionally looking back at the two of us.

“Those guys are clearly dicks. Are they friends of yours? Do you want to go sit with them?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful that he’d move, and I would gain my favored seat.

“No,” he snorted. “The blonde guy is my roommate though. I wouldn’t exactly call him my friend. The other two are his friends, that’s how I know them.” He lowered his voice. “And they are dicks.”

Our discussion was interrupted by the arrival of Dr. B, one of the professors who typically taught the graduate level psych students, except for this one undergraduate course. Because of that, I’d not had any previous contact with him and had no idea what to expect aside from rumors that he was a bit of an ass, with a dash of burnt out and bitter.

Oh yeah, it was shaping up to be a great class, I thought sarcastically.

Dr. B immediately started with a caution that we were to act like adults in his class, because the content was adult-oriented material, a serious branch of the field of psychology, and he wouldn’t put up with any nonsense from us. He also warned that anyone overly sensitive or unwilling to participate fully in the class, including graphic discussions and watching of graphic videos should take themselves immediately to get their schedule changed while other classes were still open and available.

To prove his point, he turned on the TV and VCR, turned off the lights, and began the show.

We sat wide-eyed, in silence, watching a clinical video about the research of Masters and Johnson, which included excerpts of archived films showing their tests subjects both masturbating and having intercourse. Naked, everyday people, calmly discussing their sex lives, or lack thereof, with people in lab coats holding clipboards. People volunteering to tell the most intimate details of their lives to the researchers. And not just tell, but demonstrate.

Maybe it’s wrong, but I felt vaguely sexy sitting in the dark, with total strangers, and watching people fuck each other in the name of science.

After forty-five minutes of the visual and aural assault on our senses, the lights were abruptly turned on, and we sat blinking in the sudden brightness.

I used my peripheral vision to gauge the reactions of my classmates, and it was apparent that I wasn’t the only one who found the film…interesting. Some appeared horrified, some sat ramrod straight in their chairs, staring straight ahead, while a few appeared studiously interested in the top of their desk. Several were shifting in their seats, just a bit, mking adjustments to suddenly too tight clothing, perhaps. I was trying hard not to squirm too much, while relieving the discomfort of my jeans pressing against my damp nether regions.

My neighbor was leaning forward, eyes halfway between the TV and his desk, arms crossed in a way that rather effectively was hiding what I suspected was an erection. I wanted to look closer. Instead, I tipped my head back a tad and stared at the ceiling. Must…not…look.

Dr. B allowed no time for recovery. He launched into a description of the semester activities, reviewing the textbook (which contained very real photos and blunt discussions on a variety of sexual topics), the syllabus (to include more videos, pretty much every class session), and a research paper, which was to be completed with a partner.

“We will wait until Thursday to discuss details of the research paper, after those who are faint of heart have had time to find a new course,” Dr. B sneered. “Now, take one of these sheets and pass them around,” he said, thrusting a thin stack of paper at the first student he could reach without having to take too many steps.

“Everyone has one?” he continued. “Good. Now partner up with someone and spend the next twenty minutes getting to know them. You will ask each other the questions on this paper. You will not take notes. You will listen to their responses. Ask the question, respond, move on to the next one. This isn’t Penthouse Forum!”

I glanced at the first few questions and swallowed, nearly choking in shock. Partner up and ask someone about their first sexual experience, whether it involved erzincan escort penetration or not? Ask them at what age they lost their virginity? I could hear the others in class whispering and rattling their papers.

When I looked up, I saw the lead jackal’s eyes focus on my young neighbor, and immediately understood he was intent on needling this shy boy for his own amusement.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I said smoothly, turning to my perpetually blushing neighbor. “I thought we could partner up, then we don’t even have to move our seats.” I smiled winningly, noting the alarm flashing across his features.

“Uhhh, yeah, uh, sure. Yeah.” His eyes flicked to the lead jackal, who had managed to approach silently for such a bull-sized human. “Uh, hi Reg. Did you, uh, need something?”

“Hey, chick,” he said, addressing me instead. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be partnered with a man who actually has something to talk about besides some porno-induced fantasy life?”

I ignored him and kept my eyes on my neighbor.

“Maybe we should turn our chairs to face each other? Or would you prefer to sit side by side? I can scoot over.” I didn’t wait for him. I turned my chair to present my back was to the interloper. My new buddy turned his chair to face me.

The hulking mass behind me muttered something under his breath and shuffled away.

“Um, well, I guess if we’re going to do this, maybe we should start by introducing ourselves?” I put out my hand. “I’m Brinna.”

“Zach,” he replied, looking a bit like a deer in headlights as he gripped my hand. His hand was a little damp with nervous perspiration, and I felt another pang of sympathy. He seemed like a nice, if very shy, guy.

“It’s nice to meet you, Zach.” I leaned forward just a little and spoke quietly to him. “Listen, Zach, I hope you won’t be too uncomfortable being partnered with me for this. I’m really hard to embarrass, so there’s not much you could say that’s going to throw off my groove, okay? And I hope you don’t mind. I mean, maybe you would rather be partnered with…” I waved my hand vaguely toward the pack of three.

“No,” he blurted. “I mean, I don’t mind being, uh, partnered,” he stammered over the word a bit, “um, with you, and sure I don’t want to be partnered with any of them.” He glanced at his paper. “But I-I can’t promise not to be, well, embarrassed. I, uh, is this normally how these psych classes go? Cuz this isn’t exactly in my wheelhouse, ya know?”

“And what is?” I asked, propping my chin on my hand and leaning forward on my elbow.

“I’m an engineering and math major. We don’t, uh, really have psych classes in my major. And we sure don’t have this kind of class.”

“Engineering math?”

“No, engineering, and math. I’m a double major.”

“So you’re like, super smart?”

“Um, I guess.”

“And how’d you end up in a sex class?” I smiled internally as the flush returned to his cheeks.

“I had to have an upper-level elective outside of my majors. And I guess my advisor thought this worked best with my schedule, because this is what he wanted me to sign up for.” He fidgeted with his pen, clicking it nervously. “What about you?”

“I’m a psych major, so it’s required. What about your non-friends over there? What are their majors?”

“They’re all Health and Human Performance majors. This is a required class for them, they said.”

Ah, the HHS degrees. Future PE teachers and football coaches of the world, right here in our class, nudging each other and making low-voiced comments that made their friends snicker as Dr. B glared at them from his chair at the front of the room.

“Oh. Jocks.” I let my tone show what I thought of that. Zach’s eyes flashed and I took a moment to examine him from under my lashes.

He was neither slim nor heavy, caught somewhere in the range of average, in direct contrast to the buff hyenas that had encircled us earlier. He had pale blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He wore a button-down Oxford type shirt open at the neck, showing a plain white t-shirt beneath. He wore Dockers with black athletic shoes, and I was pretty sure he was wearing contacts, which made me wonder just how he would look in a nice nerdy pair of glasses. He was neither handsome nor overly plain. He had full lips, and I glanced down at his hands as they continued to toy with his pen. They were large, though the fingers were slender and oddly delicate. From his seated height, I guessed he couldn’t be much taller than me when standing.

“Ten minutes!” Dr. B bellowed. “Switch partners and allow the other person to question you now.”

I hadn’t really asked Zach anything. I’d been stalling a bit to try and spare him.

“How old are you, Zach?” I asked curiously. He seemed so young.

“Twenty.” He saw my raised eyebrow. “I finished high school early and started college at sixteen. I’m a senior.” He appeared embarrassed by this confession.

“That’s erzurum escort so cool,” I told him, meaning it. I enjoyed smart people. Even the awkward ones. Okay, especially the awkward ones. They appealed to me.

I glanced at my paper.

“I guess I should probably get these questions answered, huh? Go ahead and ask me the first one.”

Zach was unable to look at me as he mumbled the first question.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” I said innocently.

Maybe it was cruel forcing him to repeat the question instead of reading the question and just providing the answer to him. He turned so red so easily, and I was starting to find it endearing. I’d never met anyone who blushed at the drop of a hat before.

“My first sexual experience? Hmmmm.” I concentrated. “Well, I guess that would have been when I gave my first real boyfriend a handjob in the back row of a movie theatre. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I guess it worked, because he came. I was a little annoyed with it because he ruined my popcorn. He was annoyed because I wouldn’t, oh, how should I say it, clean up the mess I’d made of him. We didn’t stay together long after that.” Zach choked a bit more, still refusing to look up at me. He had flushed beet red, from his neck to his hairline. He shifted in his seat, and I wondered if he was becoming aroused by my recitation. “But as far as, well, penetration, you know, intercourse,” I savored the word as I continued, “that came later, and with a different guy.” I glanced at the questionnaire. What kind of weirdly perverted dude was Dr. B, exactly? “Anyway, it didn’t really hurt and I didn’t bleed or anything, not like you hear people say or see in movies. A couple of years before that, a doctor broke my hymen during a medical exam, so I didn’t have that to deal with. Only my boyfriend at the time couldn’t understand that, and thought I had lied about being a virgin. He wasn’t a virgin, though. And he came after just a couple of minutes, and shot it all over my thigh.”

I wondered if Zach might die of a stroke right in front of my eyes. Since he wouldn’t look at me, I was free to examine him all I wanted. He was definitely aroused, though I couldn’t get a good look at his package since he as leaning forward, and the edge of his shirt was hanging over his crotch. I found myself both amused and somewhat aroused by him. I admit I was trying to give the impression of being suitably clinical with my anecdote, while simultaneously seeing if I could provoke him in some way.

“I only really had one other serious boyfriend before getting married at twenty-one. Then it was just my husband for the next five years until we got divorced. I’ve dated a bit since, had a few little harmless flings, I guess, and here I am at twenty-eight, confessing my sex life to a twenty year old genius.”

“Time’s up!” Dr. B snapped, which precipitated a giant group exhale of relief, along with a burst of excited chatter, as people shifted and moved back to their original chairs.

“Um, excuse me, Dr. B?” one of the chatty blondes raised her hand. “We aren’t going to have to, like, stand up and tell this stuff to everyone are we? You know, like those stupid ‘get to know you’ intros some teachers make us do?”
“Christ, no!” Dr. B snorted. “This is simply an exercise. Now, when you survivors return on Thursday, I expect you to take the same seats you are in now and stay in them for the remainder of the semester.” A few small groans at that; students always hate assigned seating. “Now get out of here.”

With that, class was dismissed.

My new young friend didn’t move, and I suspected I knew the source of his problem. He gathered his things slowly as I stood.

“I’ll see you Thursday, Zach,” I said in a low voice, facing him as I passed in front of his chair to exit the row. I touched his shoulder very lightly and his eyes jerked up to my face. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” he said, a little breathlessly, and I felt him watching as I spun and exited the class.

* * *

On Thursday, the class had shrunk, as Dr. B had predicted. He started off the class by announcing we would need to partner up with another student for a research paper, on a class textbook topic to be mutually decided between partners. I saw two of the jocks swing their heads toward Zach, and I thought to myself that their master plan was likely to get Zach, the brainiac as they called him, to do most of the work.

“Would you like to maybe be my research partner?” I asked Zach, who looked at me in shock. “I mean, unless you’d rather team up with your roommate, just because it’d be easier. What with living with him and all. Or maybe someone else in the class? You won’t hurt my feelings,” I assured him.

“No. I mean, yeah, sure, I meant no, I don’t want to pair up with Tyler. Or any of them. They won’t want to do any of the work.” He gave me a slightly suspicious look. “I mean, you do want to team up, right? You don’t think I’m just going to do the paper on my own because I’m smart and you’re pretty?”

I liked the way he just plainly asked me my intentions. I really liked it more than a bit that he found me pretty.

“I’ll do my share,” I promised. “I’m going to grad school after this semester. I carry my own load.”

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Many thanks to editor Fafhrd Stormwind for his help in making this story an easier read.

Lady V Part
The Halloween Party

Diane had asked Lady V and I to judge a costume party at her house on the Saturday just before All Hallows Eve. The invitation had come in early September with some costume guidelines.

The guidelines were interesting. They were, ‘As Bare As You Dare, by the Pair, from the Grocery Store’. The first two parts were easy to figure but the last part was explained on the bottom of the invitation.

All costumes, in order to be eligible for the prize money, had to come from the grocery store.

“What an interesting idea” I thought out loud to just myself. I wondered how creative some of these pairs could be.

Lady V, never one to miss a challenge, headed to the grocery store. She didn’t even ask me to accompany here or for any input. So, I headed to a different grocery store to compile my own list of suggestions.

You know the drill on grocery stores. To eat healthy, stick to the outside walls. Since I wasn’t shopping to eat, I cruised all of the isles. I had a good time with some of the items and excluded lots of others.

I didn’t buy anything but did make some comments on my phone’s note pad with hopes that I might need them soon.

Nothing happened for several weeks, but the thought of the party rolled through my brain often. It was just days before the party and I asked

Lady V about the costumes.

“Don’t worry.” she said with a smile. “I’ve got it covered”.

“Well, are you going to share with me?” I replied.

“No. You get to be surprised too. Don’t you trust me?” she quizzed.

“Yeah I trust you. I’ve seen your style and you always look good. Well actually, you look great. So it’s not a matter of trust, I was just curious what you had planned and had hoped that you would include me in the planning.”

Her smile evaporated and she looked genuinely taken back.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t even think. I got so involved, I didn’t think of you”

As she spoke, she put her hand on my bicep and looked like she had just lost her puppy.

This was the first time that I can remember that she has ever touched me. I wonder if the ER parking lot incident had anything to do with that. I did get a hug one time but that was it.

She continued,” I just assumed that you wouldn’t want to be involved in that, but I should have known better. You are a great friend and an anchor that I have grown to rely on. I’ve just known too many guys that wouldn’t even wear a costume to a party let alone a party like this one.”

I replied in my best John Wayne imitation voice, “Ah shucks, that’s OK, ma’m”.

She shot back, “No! It’s not OK. I didn’t include you to what could have been a fun project for both of us. I think sometimes I just take you for granted.” Her disappointment with herself turned very quickly to resolve.

“If you will allow me this total lapse of confidence in you, I will make it up to you, promise. Deal?”

Her extended hand and the confidence in her voice was all it took for me to shake her hand and say,

“Deal”.

It was a good day.

Party day had arrived and the weather was typical Phoenix fall evening. The day had been bright and sunny but the fire had gone out of the sun and the rays were just comfortable.

I arrived at the dungeon just ahead of Lady V and the other two couples that were riding with us. We were all nicely dressed and I quietly asked Kim and Dave if they knew what the costumes looked like. Neither one had a clue. They were told the costumes were already at the party.

The rental van was quiet and comfortable as we made our way toward Diane’s Scottsdale home. Kim drove and we easily navigated the security gate and pulled up in front of Diane’s estate. Real grass and trees. Almost like being back in Seattle.

We walked past two cars in the driveway and Lady V rang the bell.

The gargantuan front door was opened by Frankenstein himself.

He was a seven foot tall character that welcomed us and then invited us inside.

Diane herself, dressed in a smart looking linen outfit arrived and escorted us to the bar where several other well dressed couples sipped their drinks. First name introductions were made all around and the extent of the decorations became evident.

Diane must have spent a small bundle on decorations. They were cool. Spiders of all sizes, webs, skeletons, ghosts and goblins, black cats, pumpkins, corn stocks, you name it, everywhere. The scent of mulled wine hung lightly in the air and I was on sensory overload.

The doorbell chimed and Frankenstein dutifully opened the door and a few minutes later Diane ushered in The Twins.

Identical twins, identical jumpsuits, except one was Safety orange and the other was Safety Lime. Blonde, slender, curvy, cute, and animated as they ,arm in arm, made their way to the bar and accepted the introductions.

They knew the group that was there before us, but bursa escort we, Lady V, myself, Kim and Nancy, Dave and Mary, were new and they seemed truly happy to make our acquaintances. They were Jennifer and Lynette.

A few minutes later two more couples arrived followed by another couple and three single ladies. Introductions and drinks all around. I was enjoying the party so much that I had forgotten that there was an additional element, the costumes.

Diane used a small brass bell to get everyone’s attention. She addressed the festive crowd,

“Welcome to our Halloween party. We’re going to change into our costumes now.” She paused.

“Remember to eligible for prizes the costumes must have come from the grocery store. Judging will be done by Lady V and her escort Igor.

There will be NO bribing the judges, please.”

“There are three categories. Best costume by the pair. Most daring, by the pair, and most creative, by the person. Decision of the judges is final.”

“So that everyone has a chance for a grand entrance. We’ll change by couples. Frankenstein has everyone’s costume in a separate bag.

When I draw your name from the cauldron, get the bag with your name on it from Frankenstein and go down the hall and change. There are hangers for you clothes and closet space to hang them. Use the first or second door on your right.”

With that, Diane stepped up to the cauldron and drew out a piece of paper. She unfolded the paper, and read her own name aloud.

She danced up to Frankenstein and was handed an elegant shopping bag with her name attached. She grabbed the bag and headed down the hall.

Frankenstein faced us and said,

“Please continue. Diane will return in a few moments.”

The conversations resumed and Diane was moved to the back of my mind until Frank, aka Frankenstein, rang the small brass bell and announced, ” Ladies and gentlemen, “May I present, Diane.”

She came out of the hall wearing her costume.

It was a very mini length dress made entirely out of small pieces of cardboard boxes. The boxes had been stitched together to form a collage of color and pattern.

Everyone stopped and looked, OOOOd and Ahhhed, and then added a small polite round of applause.

She did a small curtsy and a little blush.

Diane thanked everyone and then stepped up to the cauldron and drew Nancy and Kim’s names. They got their bag of costumes from Frank and headed down the hall.

The party resumed and in a few minutes Nancy and Kim returned and were announced by Frank,

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Nancy and Kim.

They had a bunch of ZipLoc bags, filled with signs of some sort, tied to strategic places. The OOOOh’s and Ahhhhh’s, the polite round of applause and Diane stepped up for another name draw.

“Deb, Debra and Debbie”. (The three single ladies) They grabbed their drinks, the shopping bag and giggled their way down the hall.

As soon as they had disappeared, Diane drew another name from the cauldron, Lady V and Igor.

“This is going to be interesting”, I muttered to myself as I headed toward Frank and Lady V to get our bag of costumes.

Lady V grabbed the bag and headed down the hall and into the first door.

I followed and closed the door. Lady V already had some costume parts out and laying on the bed. She handed me some material and used my arm to turn me around and said, ” You face this way and dress and I’ll be over here.”

Damn, I thought at least I’d get a strip show out of the short one.

I undressed totally and used a hanger for my pants and shirt.

My costume was, a rice bag, a fuck’n rice bag, converted to a vest, skirt (kilt?) and an extra large jockstrap. The waist size was just right, but the tool room was big enough for a donkey dick and a couple of softballs. I guess real friends see you as “Bigger than life”.

“OK”, I thought kind of out loud,

“At least I’m not stark naked. But that means she isn’t either. “

I turned around just as Lady V was facing me and slipping back into her sandals. She was wearing a mini dress that was also made out of an empty California Rice bag. It hung delicately on her little tits and extended down to about an inch below where the crotch of her panties would be. Being over six foot tall, I have a distinct disadvantage for panty spotting on short girls.

“You look good”, she said upon straightening up to her full 5′ 1″ height.

“How do I look?” with palms up and a slight knees to the side dip.

“Hey, you always look good, your dress looks good too.” I replied and continued,

“We look like bookends, ‘cept I’d hold up more books than you, lightweight.”

“Well I’ve probably read more books than you’ve ever held up, so give me a break. Are you ready?”

She was right about the books, I was ready to go and she ushered me out the door ahead of her in spite of my attempt at ladies first.

As we approached the end of the hall,

Frank said, çanakkale escort in his best Count Dracula type voice,” Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Lady V and Igor”.

The Ohhhhhhs and Ahhhhhs, the round of applause as we stopped for our fans. Diane approached and said,” I love your outfits.”

We both replied with a “Thank you”.

Diane reached into the cauldron and withdrew another name.

“Jane and Dick”. A couple that we had just met.

So I just assumed they were traveling incognito and watched as they headed down the hall with their Macy’s Bag.

Now this was the first time that I had seen Diane’s costume/dress/apron from the back, and there was no back. It had a collection of cardboard pieces going up around her neck and an elastic piece across her waist in back, but nothing else except the yarn width thong that disappeared down between her sweet cheeks.

The cutout pieces of the front did not fit tightly together either. There were spaces between the squares, circles, triangles and other odd shapes that made up the dress. At second glance it looked almost 50% see-through.

“Nice ass”, I muttered to myself without moving my lips.

Hell, you never know who can lip read.

A few minutes Frank announced,

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Jane and Dick.” Dick and Jane arrived at the doorway and lots of Ohhhs and Ahhhs and clapping for them and their costumes. Fig leaves.

He had one large fig leaf covering his manly items and she had three very small fig leaves covering her treasures.

They smiled, gave each other a kiss and headed for the bar. There must have been glue or something holding up the fig leaves because there was nothing showing on either one’s back side.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Debra, Debbie and Deb”.

The three ladies presented themselves to louder than usual reception because they wore only Saran wrap. It must have been only two wraps each around their hips and less around the boobies.

Turning front to back with hands up and out, they made quite an appealing sight. The Saran wrap hid nothing and the ladies were worth looking at. I was in love, times three.

Lady V had moved over to the bar and was refilling her wine when I noticed the back of her dress. If I leaned way down, I could almost see the bottoms of her ass cheeks, even from my height.

Since everybody was watching the three Debs, I nonchalantly moved over behind Lady V and bent over and lifted up the hem of her skirt.

NO panties. Nice ass.

I raised it up a bit further and she turned her head towards me and said,

” Is there something that you want?”

“Yes, I need to check and see what’s under the rice bag.” I said.

“You could just ask”, she scolded.

“Yeah you’re right, but some things a guy just needs to find out for himself.”

As I continued to raise the back of her dress, she stood there, motionless, with a decanter in one hand and a half filled glass of wine in the other.

Way up at the top of her cute crack there was evidence of a minimal thong. It was light colored and did not show through the rice bag dress. I let the dress drop and stood up.

“Are you satisfied?” she said with a slight smile.

“From the back, what does the front look like?” I quizzed.

“I think you’ve already seen that part so don’t push your luck, fella. Go keep your eyes on the Saran wrap ladies. They’re much more interesting.” She was smiling.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Jennifer and Lynette” Frank’s voice was an end to our conversation. The Twins appeared and were stunning. Flapper dresses, silver flapper dresses and one of them had on a Safety Orange wig and the other had a Safety Lime Green wig. And, they had sandals that matched their wigs. A couple of dance steps from that era, Charleston, Lindy I don’t know, and I was in love again, times two.

I was going to enjoy a closer look at these two beauties for the judging.

The usual Ohhh’s and “Ahhh’s and a cheery round of applause. The dresses hung from around their necks and scooped into a back that was too narrow to cover any underwear or the top of their sweet cheeks.

Diane got ahead of me on the name draw and soon Frank said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Leslie and Ron.

They were in Bikinis. Not very big ones either, but I couldn’t tell what they were made of. His was more like a posing pouch and hers was just a couple of straps that held her pussy lips together.

He was trimmed really well and she had spent time with her Lady Gillette. Her top triangles just, I mean just covered her nipples.

The usual crowd response and almost immediately, Frank announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Rhonda and Tim.”

Rhonda was a short cute nicely curved blonde with a sweet smile and Tim was a bit taller and very muscular. They had matching black chaps, and vests that started life as plastic trash bags. They had used the drawstring tops of the bags to hold their çankırı escort chaps on.

Their modesty was preserved by some kind of mini stretch shorts. She had enough tit for two girls and they were almost covered by her cowboy style vest. One or both nipples always seemed to be peeking out to be viewed.

Frank, “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Nikki and Brad.”

Their costumes were, diapers, Pampers or Depends , I’m not much of an authority on that particular article from the grocery store. She had baby bottle nipples covering her nipples. There must have been some glue in there someplace too.

Decision of the Judges is Final

All of the guests were in their costumes and Lady V and I had the challenging task of choosing the winners for the costume prizes.

Diane announce three categories.

Best costume by the pair.

Most daring, by the pair, and most creative, by the person.

We were asked to have our selections made by 10:30 as a couple of the guests had to leave early.

We checked with Jane and Dick, they actually were Richard and Jane, and ask about the source of their Fig Leaves. They admitted that they were not from the grocery store and had no interest in the prize money, but did ask if it were possible to receive “honorable Mention”, in the category of Most Daring.

Lady V said, “We’ll see how things go.”

Aside, I said to Lady V, “We could give every category an Honorable Mention, so that every couple or person is a winner of some sort.”

She seemed to think that was a good idea, so we proceeded with that as our goal.

Rhonda and Tim were next to be interviewed, with their chaps and vests. It was quite clever how they had fashioned their “Cowboy/girl” portions. Those nicely shaped tits just kept showing out from the too small vest that Rhonda made no attempt to pull closed.

Their modesty covers had also come from the grocery store, but they were both Ladies style under ware, so Tim’s cock and balls were scrunched up against his pelvis and showed as a huge bulge. He said that he spent most of the evening suffering from a hard-on causing his dick to just peer out of the top of the waist band. Rhonda apparently didn’t help matters because she would reach down and tease his cock when she saw it getting soft.

Deb, Debra and Debbie were my vote for Most Daring by the pair, Ok so there were three of them, so what. They were happy to model their outfits and I was happy to look. Debra and Debbie were their real names and Martha assumed the name of Deb for the night just to be part of the D cup Team.

Nancy and Kim’s ZipLoc bags were hanging on their fronts and her tits were easily viewed from the sides.

Her triangle tops had Condensed Milk labels inside and her other triangle had a Soft as Silk banner showing.

Kim’s front had a Hot Dog label and both of their backsides had Buns.

The twins had the Flapper dresses. Lynette, had the Lime Green Wig and sandals so that was easy to remember her and Jennifer’s wig and sandals were Safety Orange. Their dresses were made from cheese cloth and Cheetos bags that were turned inside out and cut to resemble fringe. The bags were then sown onto the cheesecloth. The mylar was too easily blown up, so there was a dot of glue on the bottom of each strip to weight it down. I wondered what the fuck they did with all of those Cheetos.

Upon close inspection, I could see the floor through the crack in Jennifer’s shapely ass cheeks.

Lynette quietly said, “After you’ve announced the winners, come back and talk with me OK?” She put her hand on my forearm.

Clever lady, she knows the old adage about guys,” I see and I forget, I touch and I remember.”

I nodded and said, ” I’d love to”. I lightly touched her hand as I left to find Lady V.

We handed the list of winners and honorable mentions to Diane and I sought out Lady Lime Lynette.

She said that she needed some air, so we went outside by the pool, we sat on a concrete seat and she began, ” I’m going to tell you about my favorite color and that will tell you something about me. And then I’d like you to do the same for me. That way we can get to know each other without just asking questions. OK?”

I said, “Sounds like a great way to start.”

“My favorite color is Orange. The Orange that glows in the western sky at sunset, you know, the one on the Arizona Highways magazine.” I have lived in Arizona all of my life and always, as a kid , thought the evening sky was so pretty. The evening was also a quiet time of the day and I loved it.

She stopped, and looked at me with a sweet smile.

“It must be my turn, so I want to tell you that my favorite color. Blue, not just any shade though, the Blue that is the planet Earth as seen from space. Now the white is part of the color combination , but my favorite is Earth Blue as seen from space. I shoulda been a pilot.”

I paused and looked at her,

“My favorite place is…

“My favorite season is…

“My favorite movie is….

” I want to go to……

” I lost my husband…..

” I have two super grandkids….

We went back and forth for what seemed like an eternity and yet time passed quickly, until she slowly and deliberately reached up and cupped the back of my neck, stretched up and kissed me on the lips.

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