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Summary: This is a narrative script in which the spirit of adventure seduces a bored office worker. 962 words

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She came to you today. You were supposed to be at work. Technically you were *at* work, you just weren’t working. You were sitting there, staring at yet another meeting notification on an overstuffed calendar. Everybody wanted a piece of you. Your colleague needed help with something or other, and your boss reminded you about a looming deadline that you knew you would never meet, even if you worked another late night. You’ve worked so many late nights recently. Your dreams have been haunted by spreadsheets and figures that never add up. Every morning you’ve dragged yourself over to the coffee pot and begged for motivation. Every evening as you fell asleep face down on your laptop, you wished for relief. You didn’t think anyone was listening. You were wrong.

The Spirit of Adventure does not come when she’s called, but goes where she wishes. She is not a god to be prayed to. She is a force of nature, unpredictable and uncontrollable. avrupa yakası escort She is the sudden warm breeze carrying the smell of spring on a clear day in March. She is the quickening of your pulse at the promise of something exciting and new. She is your favorite song, the one you haven’t heard in such a long time, the one that hits differently now but still gets you to roll down the car windows and keep the beat on your steering wheel. She is reckless and impulsive and dangerous and thrilling. She breathes color and life into every dull, gray day. She’s going to get you in trouble, but at least you’ll have a story to tell.

She startled you, appearing out of the blue, standing behind your office chair, resting her hands on your shoulders. “You’re so tense,” her voice was almost a purr. “You deserve a day off.” You glanced at your calendar, at your inbox, at the text from your boss asking why you weren’t already at that meeting. Her lips brushed against your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end. “Leave it all, and come with me.” The air in your tiny office smelled like that hot summer night when you sneaked out with your friends to drink cheap beer under the stars and talk about nothing and everything.

She pulled your chair away from the desk suddenly, and swung her leg over your waist to straddle you. Her eyes bore down into you. You couldn’t look away if you tried. istanbul escort You didn’t try.

She cupped your face in her warm hands and lowered herself onto your lap. The word “please” barely escaped your lips before they crashed against hers, and whatever request you were about to make evaporated from your mind in a flood of heat. Your hands tangled in her wild unruly hair as her teeth grazed your bottom lip, her lips returning to devour yours.

You suddenly remembered a public service announcement on a nature documentary instructing swimmers who find themselves caught in a rip tide to swim parallel to shore rather than fight the current, but any and all thinking ceased abruptly when she lifted her shirt over her head.

You took one perfect nipple into your mouth and gently rolled the other between your forefinger and thumb. Her moans stoked the fire growing deep inside you. She rolled her hips against your straining cock, soaking your pants and pulling a moan from your lips. She smiled down at you, her dark eyes gleaming. “Are you ready to come with me?”

“Yes!” your strangled voice caught in your throat. You couldn’t remember wanting anything so badly in your entire life.

Her hand slipped easily under layers of fabric and squeezed your cock. “Are you sure? Say the magic word.” She rolled her thumb around the tip, slick with precum, and your body twitched involuntarily. “Please!” you anadolu yakası escort cried out desperately, “Please let me come with you! Please take me away! Please, I need you…” your words were cut off as she slipped off the chair down to her knees, and slid your pants to your ankles. She paused only for a moment to lick the tip of your cock, a playful glint in her eyes, before her warm wet mouth engulfed you.

Stars danced behind your closed eyes as you became overwhelmed by sensation. Her firm grip slid up and down the length of your slick cock while her mouth sucked at the head. Your moans grew louder as the tension built inside of you, her enthusiasm never wavering as she bobbed her head to the rhythm.

It had been so long since you last felt this alive, your body transformed from a thing of muscle and bones into pure electricity, crackling and sparkling. Her hot mouth moved up and down your cock, taking all of you into her, again and again. Every nerve in your body stood on edge. You were so close. Your breaths became sharp gasps. You desperately tried to speak, to beg for release, but there was no need. In one swift motion she gripped your hips and forced your cock down her throat as deep as it could go, sending you over the edge. She held on tight as you crested the wave, and slowly relaxed her grip as your cock finished pulsing inside of her mouth.

You giggled, suddenly giddy after the rush, and she smiled up at you, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. “You’re mine now,” she stood and pulled her shirt on. “And we are going to have so much fun!”

By the time your boss walked into your tiny office, you were long gone. Your card key dangled from the corner of your office chair, and the yellow sticky note on your laptop read GOING ON AN ADVENTURE.

I was watching the clock waiting for it to say I could escape. It had been a dreadfully boring night and it felt like the clock refused to move. I knew the reason for my excitement. I was meeting him tonight.

He would be here soon, to pick me up. He suggested coffee or something. I took special care when I got ready to go to work–I wanted to make a good first impression. He and I had talked for about 6 weeks and got along great on the phone, but face-to-face would change everything.

As the clock crept towards midnight, I saw him come in. He glanced over and smiled, but turned away from me to go to the other side of the store. He was walking around when I made the announcement about the store closing.

He moved to go thru my line–a white rose in hand. We exchanged pleasantries like I would with any customer, but with a glint of mischief in our tone. He joked about having a blind date and how he was hoping to impress her with the flower. I assured him if she had half a heart in her chest she would be very impressed. He smiled and left the store.

The clock finally struck 12 and I escaped. He was waiting, standing against his car…flower in hand. I smiled.

“The girl inside assured me you would like this. Hope she wasn’t wrong.”

“Umm, well, she knows me pretty well, so I think you can trust her.” I laughed, as I accepted the flower and gave him a thank you kiss in return.

We got in the car and decided on a 24 hr restaurant down the road. We chatted bayrampaşa escort on the way, enjoying our first moments together. We went in for coffee and dessert, playing and goofing, getting to know each other a little more personably. The conversation flowed easily, and we both relaxed.

Afterward, as we were walking to his car, he gathered me to him for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, but incredibly intense. When the kiss broke, I was a little breathless and he was smiling. We finished walking to the car, and he opened my door for me-ever the gentleman, and gave me another kiss-soft and quick this time. He jumped in and we pull out-destination unknown.

As he drove, he rested his hand on my thigh, my hand covering it. We chatted about silly things, sexy things. We both know where we are heading—neither says it, but we go just the same. It seems natural as we pulled into his driveway, his house sits–open and inviting.

As he walked around the car I think, “Do I really want to do this?” He opens my door and smiles. “Yes–I do!” Inside, I turn to him and he kisses me soft and sweet.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the soft blankets and then lies beside me. He raises his head up on his hand and gaze down at me. His finger traces my jaw and caresses the skin on my throat and neck.

“So soft . . . .I dreamt of this you know. You, here, in this bed, with me.”

“Did gaziosmanpaşa escort you dream of this?” I whisper as I pull his head down to me for a kiss. He leans into me–his weight pressing into me. A soft moan escapes me. He starts to unbutton my blouse, kissing the skin as he reveals it. His breath–warm and soft on my skin, sets me on fire. I take his shirt off and lay him back. I run my nails gently across his skin reveling in the feel of the muscles beneath me. I kiss his skin all over. His neck, his throat, his face, his chest, lower . . . lower.

I undo his fly and trace down his stomach. I use my tongue, my lips, and my nails. His eyes slide closed. He groans–low and deep. I kneel beside him and take his jeans down. There he is in all his glory . . .Dreams do come true! I caress his thighs with my nails, drag up the middle . . . closer . . . . . closer. He moans and his breath quickens.

“Beautiful” I whisper as I lower my head for a taste. He gasps! His hand finds my hair and he caresses me–touching me anywhere he can find.

“Delicious,” I whisper against his thigh. I work slowly at first, gently. He moaned and gasped. His hips began to rock in rhythm. I groan and quicken my pace. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up–kissing me hard and furiously–he stood me up and finished undressing me quickly–without hesitating–just throwing them out of the way. I laugh and he kisses me–hard!! One arm goes sefaköy escort around my back; one arm gathers my breast to his mouth! He devours it like a starving man! I gasp and arch my back. My knees go weak and he holds me up with that one arm. Power–pure, raw, godlike power pulls me to him. He starts backing me against the bed and lowers me down again. His hand runs across my hip, down my leg, and pulls my knee up to open my center. Gently, he caresses me, feeling my heat and my need. He begins to stroke me soft and lovingly. The fire streaks through my body and I scream out! As I float back from the stars that burst all around me, I hear him chuckle and I pull him to me for a kiss.

He lays over me, his power resting between my legs, with his weight resting on his arms. I draw my knees up in invitation. He enters me slow and easy. A sigh escapes his lips. He goes deep and holds it there for what seems like forever. He looks into my eyes—soft and passion-filled, and then he started moving. A rhythm set centuries ago fill us as we match each other in a soulful union.

Gentle kisses, soft licks, nibbles on his skin as my passion rises again. My nails dig into the thick muscles of his back and he grunts! The pace quickens. Sweat rolls down his back–my legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. He lowers himself and gathers me to him–the rhythm never stopping, never slowing. I scream out and bite his shoulder–he growls fierce and primal in my ear and he hugs me tightly to him as our passion explodes. As I am floating back down to Earth, I revel in the feel of him, his spent weight covering me. The hot quick breathes on my neck. His hands fisted under me–forcing me to stay put. I gently caress his back, his hair, and his arms.

Still hard inside me, he slowly starts the pace again. I gasp and hold on for another wild ride!

Well, when I left you I confessed my love to Natasha and Drew and agreed to live with them. I didn’t take her up on her divorcing Drew and marrying I was comfortable.

A lot started to happen fast and I decided to sell my house and move into Natasha and Drew’s house. On the outside, we were very discreet but at home, our home we were in a loving relationship all three of us. Adjustments were made in the house to satisfy what I liked, I had my own office, and the bedroom was redone with an Alaskan bed so we had plenty of room for sex and sleeping.

For the next two years life was great, or should I say amazing, we were in the perfect Polyfidelity relationship. We got along great, Sometimes the three of us would go out together, sometimes just two of us would go out together, it all depended on the moods we were in and it was perfect. Times when it was just Natasha and I going out we would go somewhere out of the area to act more like a couple in public. Vacations were even more amazing with two of those times where we went to Hedonism where we didn’t need to hide what we were and had the best time just being us in public there. And the sex, it was just awesome, lots of oral, roleplaying, sex in every room, every fantasy acted out. Drew never fucked Natasha anymore once I entered the relationship, and she was fine with that as long as I fucked her often enough, which I did. What could I say that I didn’t it was perfect, well perfect until it wasn’t perfect anymore.

I learned in life all good things come to an end and the last two years were perfect, a connection with a couple, amazing sex, and a great job.

But things started to change, not with Natasha but with Drew, he became more distant, he didn’t want to fuck me anymore and only want me to fuck him, and after a bit, he wasn’t even into that. for the first time, this got Natasha and me talking alone without Drew realizing something was wrong, and there might be someone else. What I learned to love about Natasha she doesn’t like to waste time and we confronted mahmutbey escort Drew about this, bringing up the changes, and making him tell us what was wrong.

Drew listened to us and broke down and admitted there was someone else, a man who was a client who was gay. It started off innocently until it wasn’t which led to sex. Drew said deep down he is gay, and loved me but realized I would never want him like this, and saw the connection the last two years with Natasha it was something he has not had in a while. So now with this guy who was open, he was ready to live this part of his life open and gay. This is when Natasha jumped in and said so you are telling us your leaving us and coming out of the closet to be gay, and he said yes. Natasha was very upset and went to the bedroom leaving Drew and me alone, I told him I didn’t know what to say I thought we had a real relationship here, he just apologized and left the house. I went to the bedroom and held Natasha as she was upset until we fell asleep.

The next day was Saturday so we left the house as she was not working and we sent a text to Drew that we were gone and it would be best for him to go get the stuff he needed out of there, he agreed and understood.

Over the coming weeks, Drew removed all the stuff from the house, and the divorce started. Drew is a lawyer so he was able to make this go fast and he and Natasha were civil with each other and very fair.

As this was going on I quickly realized I wanted to be with Natasha, I had more of a connection with her than Drew, and she admitted over the last two years she had more of a romantic connection with me than she had with Drew in years. We sorted out what we wanted and we wanted to be together as a couple and decided to stay together and buy a house together. So since the house was in Natasha and Drew’s name it was sold as part of the divorce as we moved into our new house together.

As the Divorce was finalized and Natasha was now sultangazi escort a single we went on a 2-week vacation to celebrate in Hawai, which ended with us getting married, yes we were married. we both knew what we wanted and it was to be together, and for the first time, I was with a woman who knew I was Bi and she didn’t judge me, and in fact thought it was hot and wanted to be with me, I was not letting that go.

We got back from vacation and from being married as we moved into our new home making it ours when another bomb hit. It was March of 2020 and the Pandemic was hitting and life was about to change again.

Anyone reading this had no clue what was in store for us as the pandemic started but like most couples especially newly married couples living together you were about to be challenged. Life was different as you know we just couldn’t go out anymore because there was nowhere to go, we liked traveling and that was now hard to do. Natasha my wife who was in the medical profession scared me with Covid so the thought of hooking up with a stranger was out of the question.

If you would have asked me at that point did I regret getting married and starting this new life as this pandemic started I would have said yes, but I look back now as I write this and it was the best thing for me, or should I say us.

I was working from home but Natasha was going to work, we were together every night and every weekend, and mostly stayed at home at first and we grew closer together. There was something missing that I got used to the last few years and that was my bi side, and I respected her wishes for me not hooking up with strangers so we dealt with it. She started to peg me which I enjoyed a lot, and this total filled the void I missed with being with a man. In fact, she was so good at it and took care of me enough with me fucking her all the time we somehow ended up having better sex than ever.

By mid-summer, we had enough of the lockdown and avcılar escort started to go down the shore as we lived in the Northeast a two-hour trip where we lived. We had a couple of long weekends down there before the summer ended be careful but enjoy the time at the beach and being together.

By the end of the year, the company I worked for sold giving me a nice payout and I took the opportunity to leave and take a break and look for the next opportunity. I was quickly approached by a former business partner who asked me to come in as a CEO of a new company, totally remote in this new world with some travel. After talking it over with Natasha I decided to take it.

Another decision we made was since we loved going to the shore last year I asked Natasha if she wanted to move there full-time or to buy a secondary place. We decided to buy a second place since the winters wouldn’t be nice there and also she had family and friends locally she would still want to see. A big change she made was as she took a new job at a friend’s practice working part-time Monday thru Wednesday, this way we can go down the shore when the weather was nice every Wednesday night after work and come home Sunday night.

Spring of 2021 she started the new job and we closed on the house almost every weekend until November we went down the shore. I mentioned previously that two years with Natasha and Drew the perfect but 2021 was even better. I found love our sex was amazing, and the pegging she gave me fulfilled my bi desires.

As I write this in the spring of 2022 I am the happiest I have ever been we just got back from a shore weekend as we prep the house and I am so in love with Natasha. My job is great and Natasha loves her job and we love the life we have built over the last two years based on a life we built from over a 2-year foundation in a bisexual relationship.

I haven’t been with a man since Drew in 2019 and I don’t miss it, Natasha is able to fill my bi desires with very kinky roleplaying and pegging me. I don’t know what the future holds if I will want more but I know I have a wife who loves me for who I am and just wants me to be honest and talk it out with her if I need something out.

And I believe if I wanted to be with a man again she would support it fully.

I dedicate this to my wife Natasha the love of my life.

This has been a true story.

Nicole sat and wondered what she could get Brian for his birthday. He had been so good lately allowing her to explore her sexuality and she wanted to repay him for it. She racked her brain but couldn’t come up with the right idea.

It was quite by accident that she stumbled on the answer. Her daughter Rebecca attended dancing classes every Friday. That evening Brian had joined them, as it was her exam. Nicole glanced at Brian and saw he was looking with that look of lust at the dance teacher, Nicky.

Nicky was about 30. Her blonde hair was long and crimpled. Her slim body was honed to perfection through her dancing. Her nipples were clearly visible through her t-shirt and the tight dance trousers emphasised her fanny and her pussy lips.

Nicole noticed that Brian was as hard as a rock. She had noticed Brian and Nicky flirting but didn’t think about it till now. After all Brian flirted with a lot of females!!

Suddenly an idea formed in her mind. Maybe she had just found the perfect birthday present for Brian!!

All week long Nicole couldn’t get the idea that was forming in her head to leave. Of course it all depended on Nicky agreeing but it was worth taking a risk wasn’t it?

Nicole knew that Brian had a thing for younger females. She had never minded because she knew that he still wanted and fucked her. In fact it was a real turn on for her.

That Friday they both went down to the dance studio with Rebecca. Nicole was watching Brian and she could see that his eyes never really left Nicky’s slim body. She looked at his lap and saw that his hands were trying to shield his erect cock. Right then she decided to go for it and put her plan into action.

After the dancing was over, Nicole told Brian to take Rebecca home because she wanted to talk to Nicky about Rebecca’s dancing. Brian shrugged and went off home. Nicole gulped as she approached Nicky. Suppose she got angry. What would happen then? She didn’t want to spoil Rebecca’s dancing as she loved it so much but the thought of Brian having fun was too good an opportunity to miss.

Nicole waited until all the other families had gone. Nicky spotted Nicole standing there and walked over to her.

“Is everything alright Nicole?”

Nicole nodded and taking a deep breath spoke to Nicky.

“Nicky I wonder if you can help me? It is Brian’s birthday next week and I want to give him a surprise. I am going to be honest with you. Brian fancies you. He never takes his eyes off you when you are dancing.”

Nicole waited for the explosion but it never came. Instead Nicky simply smiled. She had guessed that Brian was attracted to her. Usually the dads came to class and dropped off their children and left but Brian always stayed. She had been aware of his gaze for some time and knew he was getting sexually turned on by her dancing.

“To be honest I knew. It was really difficult not to notice him struggling to hide his hardon.”

Nicole blushed but was just glad that Nicky wasn’t angry.

“Let’s go to the bar and talk things over. I think I know what we can do for Brian’s birthday that will really get him horny.”

In the bar the girls sat chatting. Nicole relaxed as Nicky explained her thoughts. She would give Brian a lap dance that would get him hard as a rock. However Nicky hadn’t finished

“Look. Why don’t we make it a duo? I am sure we could both get Brian hard. şirinevler escort Besides it isn’t just Brian that gets me horny.”

Nicole gasped in surprise. She had never thought that Nicky would fancy her but was pleased.

“I can’t dance though.” said Nicole. Nicky giggled and stroked Nicole’s leg.

“By the time I have finished with you, you will be dancing like a pro!!”

All that week the two of them worked on sexy moves to please Brian. They discussed what Brian would like them to wear and came up with something that was sure to make him hard.

The day of Brian’s birthday dawned and Nicole could feel her excitement rising. As they had a good morning birthday fuck, Nicole couldn’t help thinking that later that evening Brian was to get the birthday treat of his life.

“Darling I want you home at 7pm. You can have a drink first. When you come in I want you to go to the living room and sit on the chair. You are not to move from that spot until I tell you. Is that OK?”

Brian nodded and wondered what the hell was going on. He kissed Nicole and left for work. As soon as he was safely out of the way, Nicole called Nicky. She told her to arrive about five o’clock so that they would have time to prepare.

Dead on time, Nicky arrived. Nicole eyed her beautiful body up and down and couldn’t help thinking that she too found her sexy. Nicky was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her body and showed her arse off to perfection. She kissed Nicole on the lips and came inside.

Nicole lead Nicky upstairs and went into the bedroom. On the bed lay the outfits that they had decided would turn Brian on.

Nicky had decided to dress as a schoolgirl. On the bed lay a white blouse, a short pleated skirt and black stockings. A black lacy thong and half cup push-up bra completed the outfit. As she took her clothes off Nicole couldn’t help but admire her naked body. She could feel her pussy juices flowing as she studied Nicky’s taut breasts and well-formed body.

Nicky was well aware that Nicole was watching her as she dressed. She deliberately took her time dressing, enjoying the power she had over Nicole. She had been surprised at first by Nicole’s request but had quickly realised that she could satisfy her own fantasies about Brian and Nicole.

Nicole gulped and started to undress herself. Nicole had chosen a nurses outfit for her costume. The tight blue outfit had buttons up the front and was tight across the bust. Black stockings and suspenders were essential to the outfit and she had decided to wear the same undies as Nicky.

They both looked in the mirror at their images. “God you look horny Nicky. Brian will be really turned on by you.”

Nicky smiled and put her arm around Nicole’s waist.

“He isn’t the only one who is turned on. You look so horny yourself.”

She rested her hand on Nicole’s arse and fondle her cheeks. Nicole moaned softly as she felt herself being turned on by the touch. Before they could do anything they heard the front door open.

“It is showtime,” said Nicole, laughing.

Brian came in and sat in the chair as ordered. He was intrigued by what Nicole had in mind for him. He noticed that the lights were dimmed and that the music system was set to standby. The music system had been his present and was worked by an infra-red remote.

He esenler escort shook off his shoes and sat back and relaxed. Beside him was a glass of scotch. For the first time he noticed a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and read the block capitals.

BRIAN

DON’T PANIC THE GIRLS ARE HAVING A SLEEPOVER AT THEIR FRIENDS.

THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SURPRISE. I WANT YOU TO SIT BACK AND ENJOY. THERE IS THE REMOTE BESIDE YOU. PRESS THE ON BUTTON AND PREPARE FOR THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE!!

LOVE NICOLE XX

Brian reached over and picked the remote up. He pressed the on button and music filled the room. He relaxed and watched as the door opened. What he saw nearly made him come straight away. It certainly made his cock jump and go hard instantly. There in the doorway stood his wife in a nurse’s outfit and the dance teacher in a schoolgirls uniform.

Nicky and Nicole danced into the room. Their well-worked routine was designed to make Brian hard. They danced provocatively caressing each other and dancing within Brian’s grasp before slipping away. The music stopped and Nicole smiled at Brian. She told him to undress and sit back again. She motioned to Nicky to sit in the chair opposite Brian.

Brian looked at the two women and knew he was going to have good fun. Nicole told Brian to push the button again.

Nicole started to strip first. She slowly undid the buttons on the nurse’s tunic. She undid and removed her bra before she turned to show Nicky her breasts before turning back to Brian and dancing close.

She sat on his lap and ground her pussy into his leg. Brian licked her breasts as he pulled her thong from her. She stood up again and danced close to Nicky allowing her to touch her between the legs as she danced for Brian.

In all honesty she wasn’t just dancing for Brian but Nicky as well. As the music stopped, Nicole was naked but for her stockings. She went over and kissed Nicky allowing her to feel her body.

“It’s your turn now darling. Make him horny.”

The music started and Nicky took up where Nicole had left off. Her dance experience came to the fore as she teased and turned Brian on. She stripped off the schoolgirl uniform and her underwear noticing how hard Brian was. She could feel that her pussy was soaking wet.

As she danced she noticed that Nicole was fingering her pussy. Brian was sitting transfixed by the erotic dance in front of him.

Nicky sat astride Brian. She pushed her breasts into his face and let him suck her nipples. She was so turned on as she ground her wet pussy into him feeling the stiffness of his cock. It was even better than she had imagined and she knew she wanted it.

Nicky decided that she could take no more. She knelt in front of Brian as the music stopped. His hard cock looked so inviting and she licked her lips. She glanced at Nicole for approval but soon realised that Nicole was lost in her own sexual world as she fingered herself.

Nicky opened her mouth and took Brian’s erection deep inside her mouth. Sucking noisily she pumped her head up and down on his stiffness. Brian allowed Nicky to suck him as he watched Nicole playing with herself.

This was some birthday. Here he was with his biggest fantasy naked and sucking his cock while his wife watched and played with herself. He knew that he wanted sefaköy escort his cock inside Nicky.

Before he came, he pulled out of Nicky. Still seated, he lifted Nicky up onto his erection so she was facing Nicole. He reached around and grasped her nipples, rolling them in his fingers.

Nicky shifted her weight and started to ride the erection that was sunk into her sopping pussy. She watched in excitement as Nicole writhed in ecstasy as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy. She felt Brian’s hardness pounding into her and she knew that they were all going to come.

Nicole felt her orgasm hit her as she watched then horny sight of Brian fucking Nicky. She could hear the slurping as Brian’s hard dick slipped in and out of Nicky’s sopping pussy. She came as Nicky and Brian screamed with the force of their own orgasms.

As the three of them came down from their own highs, Brian broke the silence.

“Thanks girls. That was some birthday present. Hope it isn’t over yet.”

Brian looked at Nicky who shook her head. “If Nicole is game then we can make a night of it. After all I haven’t seen you fuck Nicole yet and I want some of her too.”

Nicole smiled and walked over to the couple. She took Nicky’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Her hand caressed her boobs while the other fondled Brian.

“Let’s go to the bedroom girls.”

Brian followed Nicky and Nicole up the stairs. He marvelled at the sight of two beautiful naked arses swaying in front of him.

In the bedroom the three of them fell into a heap on the bed. Nicky was kissing Nicole while Brian buried his face into Nicole’s wet pussy. Brian felt Nicky’s hand grip his cock and start to wank it. The feel of her hand on his cock had Brian starting to grow again.

Nicky suddenly pulled away from Brian. Nicole and Brian looked at her in alarm wondering whether Nicky had suddenly had second thoughts. Nicky looked them both and burst out laughing.

“Don’t look so worried you two. I just want to watch you two fuck. I want to see Brian’s cock going into your pussy Nicole. Why don’t you let him fuck you doggy style so I can watch your tits swing and see your face.”

The three rearranged themselves with Brian kneeling behind Nicole and Nicky at the end of the bed facing Nicky. Brian gave his cock a quick pull just to make himself harder and then slipped his erect cock into Nicole’s wet pussy. Nicole gasped as Brian slid inside. She had never felt Brian’s cock so hard. She pushed back onto Brian’s cock as he slid in and out of her.

Nicky was so turned on. It was so erotic watching Brian fuck Nicole. She loved the way in which Nicole’s tits and sheer look of ecstasy on her face. She had never watched another couple fucking and it was more erotic than she had ever imagined it to be. She started to play with her tits as she watched as noticed Brian’s gaze fixed firmly on her as he fucked his wife.

Brian could feel that his juices were going to spurt once again and he noticed that Nicole was close to cumming too. His spunk flooded from his cock and filled Nicole’s pussy. Pulling out he suddenly felt fatigue.

The girls cuddled up together and kissed. Brian drifted off to sleep watching his wife and his daughters dance teacher enjoying themselves.

The next morning Brian woke up to the sound of sex. He looked over and wanked.

After they had finished Brian said that he had the best birthday ever. Nicky dressed and left. Brian got up and made Nicole a cup of tea. They spent a few more hours in bed together before they got up and went to get their daughters.

It was some night and Brian was already planning what he could do for Nicole’s birthday.

But that’s another story…

Oh god, he was so much more than simply handsome, I actually think he could only be called beautiful, with those perfectly chiseled features, and that dark head of hair, and those amazing long-lashed blue eyes that seem to sparkle whenever he smiles. If I didn’t know better, I’d guess he was a model.

A model I’d love to lick like a Popsicle.

Heaving a sigh, I could feel the little butterflies excitedly beating their wings inside me, now that the highlight of my day is walking through the door.

My heart rate kicks up a notch as I watch him approach, his eyes locked on mine, he leans in, flashing me an insanely sexy smile as he murmurs, “I’ll have a large Americano, thanks.”

And as I prepare his coffee, as always, he keeps his eyes locked on mine, not like the rest, who never bother to look up from their phones, even when I’m handing them their coffee. I’ve noticed he never looks away and his gaze stays firmly planted on mine the whole time I’m preparing his morning cup of joe, which makes me wonder how I haven’t burned myself by now, he’s just so distracting.

Once I hand it to him, and say with a smile, “There you go, Seth.”

He always winks and says, “Thanks, Laura. See you tomorrow.”

Then I heave my usual dejected little sigh as I watch him walk away, and out of my life for another day. I know it isn’t much, but just that little interchange, always gives me such a rush. Though he’s not the only customer that flirts, he’s definitely the only one that’s get me all tingly the moment he walks through the door.

My friend and business partner Diana, wanders over and stands beside me, and leans her arms on the cool gray marble counter, and joins me in heaving a sigh, as hot stuff pushes through the glass door and leaves. “So, Mr. Wonderful say hi to you again?”

“Yep,” I tell her, with a nod, watching him round the corner and head upstairs to his law office in the swanky Bay Street office tower that houses our little coffee shop.

Then reaching for a clean cloth to wipe down the counter, I breathe another heavy sigh, just like I always do once he’s gone. Could be I really need to get a life – if just seeing him makes me go all gooey like this.

But I already know I’ll be grinning like a fool for him again tomorrow, no matter what I tell myself. So I can’t really see a point in trying to change things. This, apparently is my lot in life – running a successful, if sometimes insanely busy coffee shop, with my bestie since high school, Diana, and taking whatever illicit thrill I can get whenever he comes strolling in.

Later on, as I pull a tray of freshly baked pumpkin muffins from the oven in the back, taking a moment to savor their warm spicy aroma, I wonder, not for the first time if his parents had a wicked sense of humor, or were completely obtuse when they named their sexy as fuck son, Seth Elliott Xander, since anyone with half a brain would realize that his initials would spell out – S.E.X. Of course for him it’s the perfect calling card, since I’m sure every women alive would agree he has to be the epitome of a desirable male. Tall, dark, ridiculously handsome with a smile that could stop traffic, and a body that practically guarantees he’d be amazing between the sheets. I can feel myself getting damp between the thighs just wondering what it would actually feel like to have that rock hard body of his hovering over mine, as he spreads me open wide and begins to fill me up with what I feel sure would be one seriously impressive package.

My nipples are as diamonds, just from thinking about him, I wonder if it’s actually getting hotter back here, or if it’s just me and my filthy imagination, making me sweat.

Tempted to re-arrange my long pale blonde hair from the ponytail hanging down my back into a bun to get it off my damp neck, I decide to leave it and just wander back into the shop, carelessly tossing it over my shoulder, when Mr. Sex on Legs comes strolling back in, making my eyes pop. His gaze locks on mine as he approaches, and I can detect a glint of humor, which gets me smiling too. And of course, no surprise, I sure am liking what I see. Wow, not often I get to see him twice in a day. Lucky me.

“You forget something, Seth?”

He shakes his head, and says, “No.” Then tips his head and asks, “Aside from coffee, you girls do a little catering, too, right?”

“Yes, of course, what would you like?”

When his gaze drops to my lips and lingers, I can feel my pussy actually clenching and heating up my panties, just from the look in his eyes as he focusses in on my mouth. Damn, did he even have a clue how lethal he was? I’m talking atomic levels of panty melting here. And just from a look. God help me if he ever actually reached out and touched me, my heart would probably seize and I’d keel over and die on the spot, never mind if he ever pressed those gorgeous lips to mine and kissed me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his teasing gaze lifts and meets mine bağcılar escort and he clears his throat and explains. “We’re having some clients over for a lunch meeting on Monday, and I suggested you’d be perfect for what I have in mind.”

Did he just say that I would be perfect for what he had in mind? Though I knew he didn’t mean it that way, it sure sounded good all the same.

Licking my lips, I ask, “So what is it you need, Seth?”

His grin is devilish as she leans close and murmurs a husky voice, “Something tasty might be nice.”

I can actually feel my eyes pop. Holy shit, now I know he’s doing on purpose to get me hot. And he’s sure as hell succeeding, my pussy feels like it’s on fire, and I know he’s got just what I need to put it out.

“Something tasty, like…?” Playing along, I wiggle my eyebrows playfully when I ask that.

Grinning, he pushes off the counter and says, “Uh, you know, the usual – an assortment of sandwiches, a few cookies and some coffee and tea.”

Slightly disappointed that we’re back to business again, I nod and reach into a drawer and pull out our menu. “Okay, then let me show you our menu. And of course if you see anything you’d like from our showcase, we can make extra for your lunch on Monday.”

Once I’ve handed it to him, I can’t stop myself from staring at him as he reads it over. Damn, how is it even possible for a man to have such insanely long dark eyelashes? Jeez, I swear I’d kill to have lashes like that. Being naturally fair, I have my Scandinavian ancestors to thank for my pale complexion, sky blue eyes, and of course the uber blonde hair I have – everywhere.

Finally, he sets down the menu between us, smiles warmly into my eyes, and says, “How about I let you decide. There’ll be about twelve of us, but better plan for at least eighteen, just to be on the safe side.”

Nodding, I pick up an order pad, and trying to sound all business, as I ask, “Any allergies to consider?”

He looks thoughtful for a moment, then says, “No, don’t think so.”

And I mark that down. Then I look into the sexy abyss of those blue, blue eyes, staring intently into mine, and I just can’t stop myself from licking my lips and asking, “And is there anything you see that you’d like, Seth?”

Seeing how shocked he looks for a moment, blinking his eyes, makes me want to laugh. Of course I could have phrased that differently, but why would I, when we both know he’s been teasing me, too. But when he leans against the counter and breathes out huskily, “You know, there are lots of things I’d like, Laura.” I swear I nearly do keel over. And dear god, up close like this, I can even detect his after shave, and of course, just as I’d imagined, he smells as good as he looks, clean and musky and all male, and of course good enough to eat. My panties are almost soaked now, and my pussy’s practically burning up. It just feels so insane to have the object of my desire, this close and taunting me like this. And my head is already spinning with all the possible positions he could take me in.

As I heave out a ragged breath, I notice his gaze drops to my breasts. Women in my family, though slender, are all generously endowed in the boob department. And from the heated look in his eyes, and the slight flaring of his nostrils, I can tell he’s sure enjoying the sight of the twins rising and falling. Finally, when he lifts his gaze, I realize we’re both staring helplessly in some kind of lust induced trance. And the air around us is heavy, positively crackling with sexual tension, and all I can think of is what it would be like with him – on my back, naked and aching for him, as he takes my lips, settling his body over mine, thrusting his hips and sinking into me deep, finally giving me what I’ve been dying for, for well over a year.

Finally, Seth manages to break the spell. After clearing his throat and blinking his eyes, he starts to speak, but I’m in so deep at this point, I have to force myself out of it, so I can hear him when he says, “So, can you have that ready for around noon on Monday?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I answer, hoping my nipples don’t appear as hard as they feel pressed achingly hard against my black fitted, Coffee Gals, T-shirt.

Then our eyes meet again and he winks and says, “Thanks, Laura, I knew I could count on you.”

Instead of telling him how crazy he makes me, I just nod and say what I know I should say. “And thanks for thinking of us, Seth. And if you want to leave your card, I’ll call you to let you know when it’s ready. And I can bring it up to your office, too, if you’d like.”

Slowing nodding his head, as though he’s still a little flustered, too, he manages to look away long enough to reach into his wallet. Staring at his long lean fingers as he pulls out his card, I can almost feel them running over my body, and even slipping inside me. Now I’ve got my pussy practically screaming at me to knock it off with bahçelievler escort the teasing if nothing’s going to happen. And of course nothing is, because this is just how it is with us. We grin at each for a while, maybe do a little teasing, and then he leaves until tomorrow, when we do it all over again.

For all I know he’s married with a couple of kids at home, and this is just a bit of fun for him, flirting with the coffee girl every morning on his way into work. And I’ve got a pretty strong feeling that he’d never seriously consider me as dating material, considering the fact that he’s a lawyer and I run coffee shop. Though I have both a business and culinary degree, I still don’t imagine I’d be his type. With his looks, if some lucky bitch hasn’t already snapped him up, then I imagine he’d probably only dates other professionals, and maybe the occasional super model. But never a girl who earns her living in a place wearing black jeans and a T-shirt, emblazoned with our logo.

And no sooner has Mr. S.E.X. left, then another of our regulars, bone thin, wiry, Lenny comes striding in. The guy’s so jittery, I wonder if he’s on drugs, or could be he’s just on a permanent caffeine high, since all he ever orders is an extra-large espresso that he loads with a ton and a half of sugar. Glancing anxiously over his shoulder, as he always does before he places his order, he finally turns to face me, gives me a quick nod and says, “I’ll have the usual.”

Although we wear name tags, only a few customers bother to call us by our names. Like Seth. But though Lenny comes in at least once or twice a day for his coffee fix, he’s never made any small talk or attempted to be friendly. So, once I’ve slid his cuppa joe across the counter to him, he just nods, tosses some money down, and mutters, “Thanks.” Then he shoots one last suspicious look over his shoulder before turning around and scurrying his boney ass back out the door. I sometimes wonder what the deal is with him, but then again, I’m pretty sure I’m better off not knowing.

Looking over our little catering menu, I decide that I’ll try to make this lunch I’m planning for Seth’s office just a little extra special, seeing as it’s for my favorite customer, and all. So, I make a list of what I’ll need to pick up, deciding as tap the pencil against my cheek, that smoked salmon with cream cheese, thinly sliced cucumbers and capers would be nice – as would tender sliced roast beef, with a smear of horseradish mayo and arugula. And spicy chicken with curried mango chutney mayo might make some pretty tasty sandwiches, too. And of course I imagine my signature heart-shaped lemon sugar cookies, will go nicely with coffee, and maybe a couple dozen of Diana’s chocolate-chip, for anyone with a sweet tooth. And for garnish I’ll add some juicy berries and bunches of colorful grapes, already imaging with a sigh, those perfectly shaped lips of his dripping with red strawberry juice once he sinks his teeth in to take a bite, which of course I’d love to offer to lick off with my tongue.

But I digress. I’ve got a lunch to plan, and licking Mr. Sexy’s lips clean is definitely not on the menu. But a girl can dream, right?

Soon, the usual afternoon crowd wanders in, made up mostly of a few adorable older ladies taking a break from shopping, and a number of moms with their little ones, who aren’t yet old enough to be in school. And I can’t help but smile as a little cherub-cheek sweetie, of about three, with a head full of bright red curls and probably the biggest long-lashed brown eyes in the world, points into the showcase and murmurs, “I would like a lemon cookie, please.”

“Then you shall have one,” I tell the little angel, as I place it in a paper bag and hand it over the counter to her, smiling into those big brown eyes, as I tell her mom it’s on the house.

Her mother gives me a grateful smile and says, “Thank you,” then orders a tea for herself and some milk for her daughter.

By the time we close up at six, since most of our business comes from the office crowd, that start showing up for their coffee fix at 7 a.m., I’m tired. But I’m still pretty stoked about going out for a few drinks to celebrate Diana’s thirtieth birthday, especially since it’s Friday night, and thankfully, we don’t have to open till ten tomorrow. Since we’ve both had our fair share of horror stories where men are concerned, and neither of us has a significant other at the moment, we often enjoy each other’s company outside of work, too, especially on special occasions like this.

And since I’ve got a condo nearby in the Entertainment District, I get home in plenty of time to shower and make myself over into something way sexier than my Coffee Gal persona. Choosing the sexiest, tiniest, sparkliest dress I own, checking myself out in the mirrored closet doors in my bedroom, I love the way the black clingy sparkler hugs my slender curves like a second skin. arnavutköy escort And the sexy red heels I’m wearing practically shout, “Come and do me.” But then reality hits and I wrinkle my nose. If only I could find a guy I’d actually like to have do me, I’d be set. Still, even without a man to impress, it’s fun to dress up and head out, since, with our early mornings, we rarely spend a night on the town. Often in bed long before ten, I’m sure my eighty-two year old granny keeps later hours than I do.

By the time I roll up in an Uber, gorgeous dark-haired Diana has already sweet-talked the bouncer into letting us skip the line, telling him with a teasing bat of her eyelashes, and a gentle brush of her hand over his big broad chest, that’s it’s her birthday. Succumbing to her practiced charm, he just smiles helplessly into her eyes, releases the catch on the rope, and holding back the rest of the crowd with a raised hand, he lets us walk right in.

And lordy, looking around, the place is really hopping. Crossing the jam-packed dancefloor that’s vibrating under our feet from the heavy bass pouring from the speakers, we make our way over to the bar, and take two stools. Instantly the bartender’s heavy-lidded gaze instantly settles on us. I just ignore that he’s trying to hit on us, and tell him, “I’d like something refreshing but not too sweet, what do you recommend?”

“Me?” he says with a filthy grin and teasing lift of his eyebrow.

I just laugh, and tell him, “Nothing too strong though, okay?” I want to be awake enough to enjoy myself for a couple of hours, and since I’ve been up since before five this morning, anything too overpowering would probably knock me out cold.

Diana nods, and tells him, “Make hers first and I’ll try it, and I might get the same.”

We’re close as sisters and we share the same tastes in a lot of things. Well except for maybe the bald-headed, uber cheesy bar tender, who’s still sending us leering looks as he concocts my drink. “He’s kind of cute, huh?” Diana says into my ear.

I nod, though he’s definitely not my type, but seeing as it’s her special night, I don’t disagree. When he brings the drink over to us, as he holds the straw to Diana’s lips, his dark eyes riveted to hers, he murmurs in a low sexy voice, “Taste.” And I can tell she’s interested, by the way she holds his gaze, and smiles coyly, as she makes a production number out of wrapping her around the straw – telegraphing a none too subtle message, about wrapping her lips around something else, he might enjoy.

“Mmm,” she purrs, and nods. “I like.” And I’ve got a pretty strong feeling she’s not just talking about the drink.

Finally, she passes it to me and I have a taste of it too. And she’s right, it’s nice, a little fruity, but not too sweet or overpowering, so I order one for myself letting her finish the one she’s got. Then turning on the stool and glancing around the room, my eyes fall on a couple heading our way, and I start to sputter and nearly choke, though I’m not even drinking.

Holy shit, I can’t believe my eyes. It’s Seth, and he’s with a woman who’s every bit as beautiful as he is, if not more. Tall, leggy, with the perfect body and gorgeous shimmering long dark hair, they just so look perfect for each other, that already I hate her. Clinging to his arm, she’s smiling up into his eyes, just like I’d be doing if I had that piece of arm candy to hang on to. Damn, I can’t believe he’s actually here. With a city the size of Toronto, how could this even be happening? Are there no other bars they could have gone to?

When Seth finally lifts his gaze from her face, looking surprised, his eyes go round the moment he sees me. And suddenly, instead of heading in another direction, like I assumed he would, they’re heading straight for us, and I swear I can hardly breathe. Still clad in the perfectly tailored charcoal grey suit he was wearing earlier, but with necktie gone and his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck, and his jaw a little darker with a day’s growth of beard, I’m positive I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life than him right now. He has to be the hottest man alive, and in two seconds he’ll be right in front of me, and my heart won’t stop pounding.

“Laura, wow, funny seeing you here,” he says flashing that crazy hot megawatt smile of his as they stop right in front of me. God, even his teeth are perfect.

Nodding, I give Diana a poke in the ribs with my finger, so she’ll stop making goo-goo eyes at the bartender long enough to notice that Seth is right behind her. And that I’m just about to curl up and die.

“Yeah, small world,” I finally manage to get out, without choking, I’m feeling so overwhelmed.

He flashes a warm smile to the woman hanging off his arm and says, “Jacki, this Laura, who works in the coffee shop downstairs from my office.”

“And this is Diana,” I tell them, when she finally turns around on her stool to face them.

He nods a greeting and introduces them, too, saying, “Hey, Diana, this is Jacki,” smiling warmly at the woman on his arm.

I try hard to manage a smile, but since she is hanging off the man I’ve dreamt about pretty much nonstop for over a year now, I know I’m failing miserably. But the way she’s grinning up at him, his lady friend seems not to notice how hard I’m glaring her down.

A loud whistle pierced the bustling sounds of shouting, laughter, and splashing that came from a large pool.

Lily let out a sigh before shouting loudly towards a small group of children. “No running!” The group slowed down and she nodded to them while taking in a deep breath threw her nose which relaxed her. Having been swimming in pools all her life the smell of chlorine had eventually become pleasant.

All in all, Lily liked her job.

The pool at the rec-center where she worked wasn’t too busy aside from weekends and it was located on her college campus. At the same time, the hours were flexible and the pay was pretty good. She liked being around the water, it came with a free membership to the center, and the people were all pretty nice.

It was the perfect job for a busy pre-law student in her second year of undergraduate school.

After scanning the lap lanes her mind began to wander to an assignment she had for her psychology class. It was at this point she was Jared back to reality by a mellow voice, “That was the fifth tweet, your turn to sit in the seat.”

She turned to confront her coworker and happily observed his athletic build and perfectly tan skin. Although lifeguards could wear t-shirts if they wanted Jay never elected to, which Lily was silently pleased with. He had a swimmer’s body, great abs, curly brown hair, and sea green eyes. All in all, he was very much her type, and frankly being able to take glances at him was one of the favorite parts of her shift.

Lily quickly met his gaze making sure to not let her gaze linger on his muscles. The movements of her eyes and head were well practiced and seamless enough to not give away her inner thoughts. This was all thanks to the fact that he was half a head taller than her which was another attractive trait. She smiled and responded, “I thought it was only four.”

Jay shrugged and responded, “You tweeted twice when those kids were fighting.”

He had a relaxed but happy expression. Having grown up by the ocean he loved the water and even if he was just working at an indoor pool being around water always relaxed him. At the same time, he had a hot co-worker. Will tilting his head down to address her he also got a pretty good view of her bosom compressed by her swimsuit. Sadly it was a one-piece and not a bikini but she still looked great in it.

Her expression became pleased as she remarked, “How curious of you.”

Jay smiled and shrugged, “You looked bored, at least up there you can listen to music.”

Lily smiled at this, she always liked how Jay tried to spoil her, giving him a playful look she responded, “You’re such a gentleman.”

Jay smiled and looked away a bit embarrassed though couldn’t help but glance at her swimsuit-clad body. He had always found Lily to be pretty and even had a bit of a crush on her. He lowered her midnight hair which was cut short and her playful face. She had a swimmer’s build and well-developed curves that caused a number of boys to flirt with her though they were mostly ignored. Getting to steal glances at her definitely was an upside to the boring routine of being a lifeguard though he had to be careful to not let his mind wander too much.

Lily was like an angel when they first met and lucky their shifts had lighted up after that and they got to get to know each other better. In time he learned she might be an angel on the outside but she was brilliant and scheming on the inside. She would tease him all the time like a devil though he couldn’t help coming back from more. He might have been an engineering major but he had a soft spot for English so he could keep up with her most of the time.

Lily personally relished in Jay’s innocent kindness. Despite being a naturally born lawyer she valued honesty and good character. She didn’t like the guys that constantly approached her who were only interested in her because she was cute. In contrast, she preferred guys like Jay who hardly even knew when a girl was flirting with him and even if he did would get incredibly flustered spontaneously.

Typically at this point, her coworker would apologize and try but today he broke their usual script and with an earnest, hopeful, and slightly nervous expression responded, “No problem, always happy to help a girl as pretty as you.”

was stunned by his words having believed Jay was incapable of flirting. They had known each other for more than three months and she had tried to make some moves on him but most had just gone over his head. Seeing him actually instigate something had caught her completely off guard. While she was still processing he grabbed his whistle and blew eyüp escort it before calling, “Walk don’t run.” Looking back to he added, “That’s one tweet for me, you better take the chair while you still can.”

His heart was currently racing but he had promised himself he’d make a move before the end of the week. He was a slow and generally clueless boy when it came to relationships but after being on good terms for a few months now he felt it was appropriate to try and take things to the next level.

Being an engineer Jay wasn’t entirely sure if Lily would reciprocate his feelings. At times he felt she might be flirting with him and at others, he thought it was just her teasing him. Regardless in the worst case, she would just shoot him down while in the best they might start something entirely new and exciting.

Lily closed her mouth which had fallen open and looked at Jay who was now glancing at her curiously. Her mind raced till her expression turned intrigued, teasing, and a bit hungry, like a predator eyeing prey, “Well thank you, I’ll be sure to show you my appreciation later.”

His expression grew a bit confused causing her to giggle as she walked over to the high chair that sat by the lazy river.

There was still an hour in the shift which gave Lily time to think.

Jay was a very logical person at heart. He wouldn’t just make comments like that if he wasn’t trying to take a shot at her. At the same time, his face told her that he was both nervous but also excited which further confirmed his intentions.

Having psychoanalyzed the situation thoroughly Lily now had to consider what she was going to do about it.

They had been friends for a while now and recently he had even started to help tutor her in calculus which she needed as an elective. At the same time, he was very kind and loyal to his friends. Although shy around relationships in general he was outgoing and confident. His hotness was another big perk. On the whole, he could be considered a great catch.

He was also not nearly as good at concealing his glances towards her body as she was towards his. Jay had always been kind and respectful so she didn’t mind. On the indiscernible, it was actually kind of nice to have a hot boy stealing looks at her, and now that those looks had finally evolved into an advance it was kind of exciting. Case in point, he was interested in her body which represented at least some level of libido.

In summary, Jay was a hot but kind guy who was careful with his emotions and took relationships seriously. They got all personality wise and she honestly had low key been crushing on him for a while.

Like so the jury returned with a verdict and with no objections Lily came to a decision in her mind. Now the only question was what to do next. She smiled to herself evilly as people slowly started to leave the pool.

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Once everyone had left Jay locked the door and the two of them went around moving pool chairs and cleaning up. They were the only two staff present and even in the entire building they were usually some of the last to leave aside from the desk clerks.

Meeting up by the lap lane Jay smiled and stretched before stating, “Another boring shift bits the dust.”

Lily eyed him Intentionally and stated, “I wouldn’t say it was all boring.”

Jay grew a bit flustered by her eyes but calmed himself and shot back, “What? You don’t like it when I call you pretty.”

Lily was again surprised by his forwardness but liked that he had a bit of courage in him. Still, his words were a challenge and that was unacceptable. Swiftly she moved forward so their torsos were almost touching and gained an alluring gleam to her gaze. She enjoyed Jay’s frantic surprise as she responded, “Actually I like it quite a bit.” Fluttering her eyes she added, “Aside from me being pretty, is there anything else you want to tell me.”

The boy gulped at this and after a moment got out, “You’re not teasing me are you?”

Irritated Lily snapped, “Jay, say your confession in the next thirty seconds so I can kiss you or so help me.”

Feeling both terrified and excited he blurted almost stumbling over his rapid words, “Lily, you’re really special to me. You’ve been a great friend and I want to be more with you. You’re beautiful, smart, funny…” He broke from what was clearly a well-rehearsed script to add in a cautious voice, “A bit scary at times.” Seeing Lily give him a warning with her eyes he quickly picked up where he left off, “I mean you’re assertive and bold.” Seeing her gaze become happy again he sighed with relief and incirli escort continued slowing down a bit, “I love the way your mind works and I want to spend more time with you.” Meeting her eyes sincerely he finished, “Do you want to try being more than just friends?”

Heading his speech made Lily’s heart melt a little as she smiled. She ran a nail from his belly button up along his abs to his chest causing him to shiver before responding, “Jay, you’re kind, considerate, and quite frankly adorable.” She put a hand on his cheek at his point and enjoyed seeing the passion and excitement in his eyes. With a smile, she finished, “I’d love to be more than friends with you.”

Jay’s eyes let up as he frantically looked forward though in the next moment Lily threw herself at him and kissed him deeply. She was like a demoness and her tongue quickly sneaked into his mouth. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his head though he soon adapted and likewise latched onto her waist.

The two were so worked up that they soon toppled into the pool and were forced to separate. They were in the shallow end and both quickly stood up and laughed. Making eye contact Lily stepped away from Jay and teased, “What now Jay, just going to stand there.”

He eyed her wet swimsuit-clad body and after a moment growled back, “Just thinking how nice it is that I stare at you now without it being awkward.”

Lily liked hearing this and moved further away remarking, “Oh I knew you sneaking glances at me…” With a playful expression, she added, “Since it was you I didn’t mind.”

Jay seemed to like hearing this and he seemed to come to a conclusion about something as he responded, “Well, I’m glad I’m special.” His eyes grew teasing as he added, “You said you would show me your appreciation later, so how about you show me what you look like without your swimsuit.”

Taking another step away Lily smiled a bit surprised by her new boyfriend’s forwardness and remarked teasingly, “Don’t you think you going a little fast.”

Jay shrugged, taking a step forward, and responded, “I’m not a herbivore.” He smiled and added, “I don’t think you are either.”

Considering everything Lily decided to just be a little wild and shot back, “Fine…” With a competitive voice, she splashed Jay in the face and added, “But you got to catch me first.”

The boy was caught off guard and had to rub his eyes before smiling and calling, “That’s cheating.”

A playful game of cat and mouse insured as Jay chased after Lily excitedly. He was faster but she played dirty and would tease him as they swam and talked. In a flirty voice she would call, “So why so lovely dove all the sudden.”

Jay paused his pursuit to breathe and snapped, “Well it might be because I’m attracted to you.”

Lily giggled and moved away asking, “Not good enough, what about me is attractive?”

The boy had to tread water at this point but liked their flirtatious game, “Well your ass and boobs are pretty nice.” Seeing Lily roll her eyes he added, “Your hair is a nice color and I like your face.” He moved a bit closer and having given a good answer she didn’t flee and let him add, “But what I really like is your personality.”

She moved away but the distance between them was shorter now as she remarked, “Good answer.” Eyeing him she added, “So now we’re doing this, what are your plans for us.”

Jay smiled liking to make plans and responded, “I was thinking going on a few dates would be nice, wild sex is a given, and in a few years if you haven’t teased me to death marriage and kids.”

Lily let him get closer with this answer and teased, “You really have everything planned out.”

Jay managed to get right in front of her and respond, “That’s only an outline.” Smiling, he added, “Plus, you inspire me.”

They kissed against their wet bodies pressed up against each other tightly. After a few moments, Jay’s hands moved to the straps of her swimsuit. With Lily’s content and assistance, he got it past her arms though at this moment she dived down and fled away. Surfing a ways away Jay could now see her c-cup breasts dangling free and started happily. Smugly she commented, “Like what you see.”

Jay nodded and moved closer, responding, “I like it a lot.”

Growing playful she shot back, “Want to see more than get over here.”

This time it was harder to catch up as they began to discuss ideas for dates and aspersions for the future. It was a strange mating ritual but they both were enthralled by it. Eventually, things climaxed at the entrance to the lazy river where Jay caught Lily by zeytinburnu escort her ankle and pulled her towards him. Trapped in his arm she glared while he growled smugly, “Can’t get away anymore.”

Lily sighed and wrapped her arms around his head, “Fine you win.” With a seductive tone, she added, “You can take your prize now.”

Jay smiled and happily pulled down her swimsuit over her gorgeous ass and down till she managed to step out of it. Now nude he looked her figure over and remarked, “You’re kind of cute when your obedient.”

Pressing her body agisnt him she responded, “Don’t expect me to be this nice all the time.”

She shivered as his hands moved to her ass though annoying his slight assertiveness that was beginning to emerge. If it got out of hand she would have to squash it but if it was just during sex that wouldn’t be bad. His next words helped relieve this small worry, “Don’t worry, I know you’re the boss.”

Very pleased by her boyfriend’s understanding and contentment with the situation she smiled and felt very warm in her heart. She kissed him lightly and responded happily, “I’m glad you know what kind of arrangement this is.”

Picking her up Jay entered the lazy river and lay back so that they were floating in each other’s arms. Looking into her eyes deeply and nodded, “I think we’re a really good fit for each other.”

Nuzzling his neck Lily purred back, “Me too.”

They floated around happily while chatting and firming up their understanding of their new relationship. Eventually, this led to more kissing and soon Lily felt Jay develop a rock-hard boner. She playfully kissed his cheek and commented, “How about we head to the showers and I help you with your little problem.”

Very excited Jay smiled and responded, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Like a true gentleman, he lifted her up like a princess and carried her to the staff shower area which was kept meticulously clean by their manager. Lily giggled and kissed her very charming boyfriend’s neck as he set her down. He turned on some hot water and soon pinned her against the wall in a passionate kiss. Lily was burning with desire and wanted his dick inside her but he soon pulled away and spoke while gasping, “Let me make you feel good.”

Lily smiled liking his obedience as much as his assertiveness and nodded, “Go ahead.”

Jay was a bit of a switch but mostly a sub and happily got his hands soapy before messaging Lily’s body. He was very happy with the moans he headed from her and once finished he swiftly knelt down his lips moving to her pussy. His quick movement surprised Lily but the pleasure he extracted from her was incredible. In a very pleasing voice she moaned out, “Jay, you’re amazing.”

Once she orgasmed Lily fell against the wall and stabilized herself up by using the side rail. She looked down at Jay who was still on his knees and looked very content. Panting she got out, “We should have done this sooner.”

Jay smiled and responded, “I have a lot more tricks.”

Lily smiled and walked out of the sower to the office that had a few foam mats around that were used as floaty toys. Bringing it over to the shower room she lay it down and got on it laying on her back. Eagerly she responded, “Well show me what you got.”

Jay stripped of his trunks revealing an excited 5 1/2 inch boner as he moved over and got atop her. They kissed passionately and he asked, “I don’t have any condom, what’s a good safe word.”

found this very considerate and responded, “I’m on birth control.” She leaned up to kiss his lips and added, “But maybe if you behave someday I might not be.”

Pushed over the edge when it came to desire Jay kissed back and swiftly inserted himself inside her. He didn’t take any time to speed up and immediately started to rail her. let out a shocked squeak but soon adjusted and her shouts became full of pleasure. Jay came quickly but this did not slow him down by much and soon after he even became more aggressive.

loved his passionate thrusts and growls and soon orgasmed as well.

They kissed passionately and continued to fuck like animals for an entire hour trying several different positions and completely exhausting each other.

When they left the rec center it was after hours but they gave a vague excuse for why they were so late and the clerk paid no heed to the fact they were holding hands now. This wild evening sexy became a new tradition for them both after shifts and in their free time. What had started as a friendship with a little lust ultimately bloomed into a beautiful relationship that survived the test of time. Almost like a prophecy Jay’s outline soon came to pass as generic as it was. They dated, fucked, got married, and eventually had two girls and three boys. The two always loved the water; this was likewise a love that was passed into their children. They had managed to find a true and earnest love and in the end, they lived happily ever after.

The End

Disclaimer: Both characters are adults and everything they do is consensual. A woman’s particular outfit does not mean that she wants sex. Slutshaming is real and harmful. It is implied that consent about dirty talking and infliction of pain has been discussed beforehand, including safewords.

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I need you. I need you here, right now, please.

You turn to look at me, smile politely, and ask about the conference that we’re supposed to go to later that week. I can’t concentrate on a word you’re saying. All I can think about is you pushing me up against a wall, lifting my skirt up, and fucking me.

Fuck. But we’re colleagues, aren’t we? We’ve been working together for a while now, and apart from casually flirting and sharing cigarettes, we had never been inappropriate at work. I guess that’s what makes it sort of taboo, and all the more exciting. I know you. I know you so well. Your politeness is just a façade you’re putting up right now, considering the texts you sent me this morning. You’re filthy, and it was hard making eye contact with you without blushing. It didn’t help that you were looking incredible today, picking out your outfit carefully for once. What a shame that I wanted it off your body.

After an extremely harrowing day of me watching you casually go about your work and not even look at me properly, I was frustrated. Look at me, goddammit, I didn’t wear çapa escort slutty 6-inch red heels with a fitted skirtsuit to work for nothing. I was feeling so good in the morning after looking at myself in the mirror, that I couldn’t resist imagining how it would be if you walked in on me touching myself in this outfit. I

was so sure that you’d not be able to keep your eyes, and more importantly, your hands, off me.

Anyway, I guess that did not work. It was almost 8, and most people had gone home. I had just been handed an urgent task that needed completion, so I’d figured that I was going to be there for the night. Downloading reports on my computer, I sat back, taking in the silence of the office.

“Hey.”

I turned back. It was you, with your blazer off your shoulders and your tie slightly loosened. You were smirking at me, and I wanted to slap you.

“You’re still here?” I asked, trying hard to be nonchalant. We were the only two people there, and my heart was pounding against my chest. “Yes. Had to finish up some work. You’re still downloading those reports? I thought they were done with that project.”

“They’re trying to see if they can revive it,” I said, as you walked closer to me. You were leaning against my desk now. “Did you think I didn’t notice?” You asked.

I looked up at you. “Notice what?”

“That fındıkzade escort you’re dressed like that today? Like you wanted me to push your head down and make you suck me off under my desk?”

My eyes widened. The thought of him thinking about things like that, while he pretended to be so uninterested all day, made me want to strip and let him do whatever he wants to. I couldn’t help but glance at your crotch. And I saw what I wanted to. As I smiled at you, you almost blushed.

That didn’t last long though. The raw, almost hungry look was back in your expression and I wanted to see that get even more intense. Sitting in my chair, I started to undo the buttons of my shirt, taking my time with each one. I knew that you wanted to tear it off, but I said no.

“Watch me.”

After my shirt was undone, I unzipped my skirt and shimmied it off my hips and thighs and let it fall onto the floor. I stood up, white silk lingerie, and red heels, in front of you. Silently undoing your belt and unzipping your pants, I went down on my knees to take out your cock, which was practically ready to burst through your briefs.

You feel so good in my mouth. Grabbing on to my hair, you guided my pace and groaned softly, alternating between swearing and whispering my name. I reached down with my hand between my legs. I was so topkapı escort goddamn wet.

You took your dick out of my mouth. “Stand up.” Your voice was stern. Fuck yeah.

I stood up, and you wrapped your arms around me as you kissed me. You undid my bra, and put your hands on my breasts. You’re so gentle, so warm. I was almost getting soft and comfortable, but then you grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back in one quick motion.

“You want to be fucked?”

“Yes.”

Raising your voice, you asked me again.

“You want to be fucked, huh?!”

“Yes, yes, please, fuck me!”

Turning me around, you bent me over my desk, your hard cock rubbing against me. Pushing my panties to a side, you slowly fingered me, causing me to get wetter and wetter in anticipation. Eventually, you slid them off of me.

“Spread your legs for me, slut.”

I did, and felt the tip of your cock rubbing against my pussy. “Do you want it?”

“Yes, please, I want it.”

“Ask for it, then.”

“I need you to be inside me, please. I need to feel my tight little pussy wrapped around your cock. Please?”

You thrust into me. “Fuck,” I gasped. “How do you feel so fucking big inside me?”

We continued to fuck slowly until I couldn’t control myself anymore.

“Harder.”

“Yes?”

“Harder! Fuck me like a real man, you bitch.”

You were ramming into me hard, each thrust made me curse out loud. I couldn’t think of anything but you fucking me like I was always meant to be fucked.

Softly, you told me you were going to come. On the edge myself, I wasn’t going to let you pull out of me. A few minutes later, we were both satiated. All the remained to be done was cleanup, and work.

While it functions as a stand-alone story, this script is a continuation of an idea that started with A Risky Lei about a meeting between on-line lovers at a hotel in Hawaii. This story imagines the jet lag, the late nights and the resulting exhaustion that end in a sleepless morning, and how a caring partner might solve a problem like that.

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The steady rhythm. The rise and fall of the white hotel sheets, begins to put me into a trance. I’ve been watching you, from the corner of my eye, as you sleep. I’ve pulled a chair up to the edge of the bed and sat reading, my feet just touching yours through the sheet. The time difference has meant I’m up early, wanted or not. But it’s given me time to read. Time to think. Time to admire.

And you are admirable. I enjoy the shape of you and how you distort the thin sheet, creating mountains and valleys around your breasts, your hips, your knees.

But with a dizzy sense of unreality – the stirrings of the beginning of the faintest possibility of getting back to sleep – I put my book down on the floor next to the chair and slide under the sheet, spooning up next to your warm, firm bottom. An arm resting over your shoulder.

A bit of texture on your breast catches my attention. Some drops of cum that must have dried on last night. My busy mind won’t let it be and I brush at it softly.

The sensation causes you to stir a bit and you reach up and grab my arm, pulling me tighter, wiggling your ass back against me.

The smell of you – sea air and vanilla. The warmth of you. Your glorious ass pushing against my cock. All of it means the idea of sleep is quickly swept away, in just the same way the romance and adventure of this time together has swept me up and deposited fulya escort me on unknown shores.

The hand that had worried at your breast now cups and cradles, and you sigh contentedly.

Your eyes are still closed, but you reach a hand back behind you and find the full cock that was beginning to push and prod between your thighs.

You trace your fingers along it, feeling the length and width and I moan for you. As softly as I can manage, with my lips at your ear. And I see a sleepy smile play along your mouth.

I’m momentarily disappointed as your hand leaves my cock, but you raise it to your mouth and lick your fingers. Returning to trace wet circles at that one little spot, where you’ve demanded I tease myself, so many times, on the phone.

Now I moan in earnest. My head flopping back against the pillows, my back arched, my groin pushing out.

Now your faint smile becomes a hungry grin and you finally open your eyes.

“What’s the matter baby, couldn’t sleep?”

But I can’t answer. Not with your one little finger making me pant and jerk and moan and sigh.

“Aww, baby. Don’t feel like talking?” you tease.

I manage a half-swallowed “please,” but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

You turn now and push me fully on my back with a firm hand.

“Be a good boy for me now,” you say. I know it’s a game. We’ve played before, thousands of kilometers apart. But here, in this room, in your presence. I am ready to be the best fucking boy there is.

“Yes Miss,” I manage. “What do you want?”

“We both know what I want. What I always want. And we both know you’ll give it to me. The only question is how much you’ll beg. How pretty your feriköy escort moans will be. How long I’ll make you wait. Everything else is a foregone conclusion,” you laugh softly at me.

You dip your head then, licking the length of my shaft and finding that one little spot with your tongue now.

The wet warmth of that tongue. Your breath on my cock. Your finger lightly pushing at my balls. It’s ten times more intense than your finger.

And I lose it.

You make me a mess. An embarrassing collection of needy boy sounds and desperate pleas. Of begging. Of whining. Of promises. Most of which I’ll keep.

But you know, either by paying attention on our phone calls or just an innate sense, that if you keep it light, and keep it slow, I won’t cum. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever.

And that’s what you do. You leave me. Hanging there. On the edge. In desperation. Dying to cum. But unable to reach it.

What do you want? Just to exact some richly deserved revenge for the times I’ve made you wait, made you beg? To see how long it will take me to snap and force your mouth onto my cock? Just to enjoy playing with your new toy?

But I’ve said I’ll be good. And I will. My cock is yours to play with, to do whatever you’ll do. I will not snap. Not now. In time, maybe, you’ll see what it takes. But not today. Not this trip. And so I let you continue to tease, to play. to deny. My head thrown back, my chest heaving, my hips jerking.

After a while – can it be twenty minutes? – you laugh and say with admiration, “Weill, I wasn’t sure you could be a good boy for me, you’re usually so dommy. But look at you baby. I’m proud of you. My beautiful baby boy.”

And beykent escort now you take what you want, what you really wanted this whole time. You spread my legs and kneel between them. You crouch over me letting your breasts brush my cock and run your hands up and down my chest. You sit back and bring your hands back down my body and take up my cock, squeezing the base firmly. And now you begin to suck in earnest. You go down as far as you can and then right up to the very tip, ending with a kiss at the top. Up and down you bob, squeezing my cock below your mouth as you travel. Your other hand caresses and fondles my balls. Instructing them to give up their cum.

It doesn’t take much longer. You’ve had me at the edge so long. You take your mouth off my cock long enough to say, “remember, the cum is mine. All mine. In my mouth, please.”

I hear you but am in the throes of an experience so intense, so painful and pleasurable, there are no words left I can form.

But I hear you. And soon I am cumming. So hard. So much. More than I can believe is possible after the last two days with you. It fills your mouth and runs back down the outside of my cock. And you continue to bob and suck as you swallow, getting it all.

Yours.

Your cum.

All for you.

“Aww, baby,” you say when it is done. “Are you… are you crying?”

And I am, but how to explain it? It’s not sorrow. It’s not joy either, though I’m the happiest I can remember when I’m with you. It’s just raw, intense, emotion. A feeling of living in a space I had imagined but didn’t really believe existed.

And it’s exhaustion. The time change, the late nights, the lack of sleep. I’m just overwhelmed.

You say, “It’s ok baby. I’ve got you. You did good. I just need one more little thing and then we can sleep.” And now you are the big spoon and I am the little. You stroke my chest and whisper in my ear. “One more thing baby. Be good for me now.”

And as my eyes start to close and my breath evens out. I remember.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you for making me cum.”

It hadn’t been a good year. Here it was, an hour to midnight on Christmas eve and I wasn’t feeling that I had a lot to be thankful for or to look forward to. At fifty years of age I found myself wandering city streets almost aimlessly.

The previous year my wife had passed away, I was struggling to make the basic sales quotas in my job and I was carrying more debt than I could realistically afford. So here I was far from home on December twenty-fourth, feeling dragged out after a long fruitless day of dead-end sales calls and wondering what the hell had happened to my life. Not a pretty picture I know.

I stared up at the big steel bridge spanning the river high above me and it was only at that moment that I realized that I was down near the warehouses in the area of the docks. Probably not the safest place to be in the middle of the night but it was deserted. A light snow was falling and drawing a thin sheet of white over the harsher sides of the city. A light caught my eye.

Across from a dingy all-night coin laundry, I noticed a window with a tiny blue neon sign that proclaimed a small bar and grill was still “open” for business. I recollected I had skipped lunch and dinner and was famished. ‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘a quick bite and a beer and then call a cab to take me back to my hotel. A BLT and a beer would go down good right about now.’ I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The thick wooden door swung shut silently behind me on a spring.

It really fit the name hole-in-the-wall. Just a counter with six stools and a tiny table off in the back corner. The place was empty. I shrugged off my coat and slid onto a stool about halfway down the line. Couple of snow scene prints on the wall, some garland and a string of lights across the top of the mirror behind the bar. I guessed that a door with a round window at the end of the bar led to a kitchen. A tiny brass plaque embedded in the wooden top of the bar counter read “Mrs.C’s Bar”. There wasn’t a sound. Not from the kitchen, not a radio, no tv, no sound of traffic outside. At that moment, you could’ve convinced me I was the last man in an empty world. Then she came through kitchen door. I couldn’t help but stare.

My wife had been the only girl for me until her recent passing but it didn’t mean I hadn’t done a little window shopping now and then. But the woman who came through the door in that bar was nothing like any of the women I had usually found attractive in the past.

The term, BBW, big beautiful woman, leaped to mind as she strode up the length of the bar to where I was sitting. She put her large hands palm down on the countertop in front of me and smiled. Her smile was dazzling. I guessed she might be close to me in age but it was hard to tell. There were no lines in her wide face and there was a distinctly rosey hue in her cheeks that looked perfectly natural to me. And her eyes sparkled like lights in a crystal. She wore a snug, red scoop neck that plunged to reveal two extraordinary breasts barely contained within. I’d also taken note of the tight knee-length green skirt that was fringed with what appeared to be a slightly furry white hem.

I was spell-bound. Speechless. Enthralled.

“Hungry?” she asked in a voice that was almost musical yet husky. I nodded, my brain having disconnected completely from my voicebox. She smiled again, her teeth flawlessly white.

“Just be a sec then,” she said and headed back toward the kitchen, her large firm ass sashaying perfectly behind her. I figured she’d gone to fetch a menu. She was back not a moment later. “Name’s Mrs. C,” she said with what I just might have been a wink.

She put a plate down in front of me between a set of cutlery I hadn’t noticed before. On the plate was a warm sandwich. A BLT. She reached under the counter and set a beer down next to the plate. Curiously it was my favorite brand. I looked up at her bewildered.

“BLT love, only thing left in the house I’m afraid at this hour. Took the liberty of toasting it for you as you seemed a bit chilled.”

I looked down at the label on the beer and back up at her.

“Only brand we carry hon, hope its alright?” she asked, clearly concerned with the look on my face.

“N-no, it’s fine,” I managed to stutter out, “great, thanks.”

“Not at all. You get that into you while I clean up a bit.”

“You look fine to me already,” I blurted out like some nervous adolescent on a first date, and immediately felt like a perfect fool. She put her hands on her big hips and smiled the sweetest smile I had ever seen at me.

“That’s lovely of you to say, but I was talking about cleaning up the bar here, not meself.” I mumbled an apology for heavens knows what reason and she just kept smiling. I wolfed down the sandwich, thinking I’d probably still be hungry after but once the last crumb was gone, I felt comfortably full and warm.

I watched as she wiped şişli escort glasses clean and set them in a neat line behind her, my eyes following her every move when she wasn’t looking my way. And for the first time in too long, I felt a distant stirring in my loins. I sipped my beer and enjoyed the lines of her full form over and over, savoring every curve – until I realized she could see me in the mirror whenever she looked up. Her reflection was also watching me, more with bemusement than lust I was sure.

She cleared my plate away and we began to chat. Well, to be truthful, it seemed to be me doing most of the talking and her doing the listening. I am normally a private man yet before long I found myself pouring out my story to her in one long stream of unhappiness. Her shining eyes never left my face. When I finally shut up it felt like I’d been talking for hours. About everything. My whole life maybe.

Once again I felt a fool and proffered an apology for my run-on mouth. She laid a soft warm hand on mine and patted it, my smaller hand disappearing entirely beneath hers.

“Do you feel better?” she asked with a mischevious grin as she continued to hold my hand.

And you know, I did. I felt drained, emptied, and, well, good. Better than I had in a long time. I nodded.

“Ah,” she said, “then I have done my job here. And now, I have to close up.” I looked at my watch and was astonished to see that it was still two minutes to midnight. It felt like I had been there for hours. I quickly shifted off the stool.

“Sure, sure,” I said, scrambling to put my coat on, “I don’t want to keep you on late. I mean tonight especially.” She laughed delightedly and it made me feel good the way she laughed. Made me want to laugh too.

“Not at all,” she chuckled, “I enjoyed your company, and all the more so since I am always alone on Christmas eve.”

“Ah, husband travels a lot on business then, like me?”

“Mmmmm, you might say that,” she answered, curiously placing a plump finger alongside of her nose.

“Well, you have a good Christmas,” I managed to get out as I fumbled for some money to pay the bill. She waved off my money.

“On the house tonight,” she said sweetly. I couldn’t talk her out it so I thanked her profusely and turned to leave. Somehow she reached the door before me and switched off the neon “Open” light.

“Where are you going?” she asked lightly.

Oh yes, of course, she could see I was going to need a cab and was going to offer to call one. But do you think I could remember the name of the hotel? I drew a complete blank. Honestly. It was embarassing. I confessed my selective amnesia and hoped she wouldn’t laugh or throw me out on my ear. She shook her head.

“No silly, I meant ‘Where are you going?’ I live upstairs.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I mumbled something about her husband. She smiled as she locked the front door and taking me by the hand, led me to a side door I hadn’t noticed before and up a narrow flight of stairs.

“Don’t worry about him,” she said gently as we went up the stairs, me in tow, “he’s halfway around the world by now.”

I gotta admit I wasn’t real comfortable with all this. She opened a door that led to a small apartment. It was basically a one room with a kitchenette along one side and a huge four-poster bed dominating the other side.

“Look,” I started, “I have to tell you it’s been a long time since I was with a woman and I, uh.”

She turned and pressed a finger to my lips, giving me a ‘tsk, tsk’ and a shush. Startled, I watched in silence as she tossed my coat over a chair. Then she replaced the finger across my lips with her own lips. They were ripe and full and marvelously erotic.

Her arms went around me, enveloping me in a big, wonderful, blanketing hug. As her large breasts pressed against me I again felt the stirring in my nether region, only this time it was more familiar – and urgent. I slipped my own arms around her, my fingertips barely touching as I returned her kiss ardently, the lust slowly stretching and yawning inside me as it awakened from its’ long sleep.

Her tongue pushed between my lips and tussled playfully with mine as her hands roved across my back, caressing. A few moments of this and she pushed me gently back from her. Her fingers went dancing down my shirt, deftly undoing each button without missing a beat. She pulled my shirt off and in a flash, my pants were unbuckled and down. Seconds later I was standing before her completely naked, and not a little surprised and pleased so see that my cock had not completely forgotten how to stand up and be counted.

Mrs.C. smiled with delight at the sight of my cock saluting her ample charms as she stripped off her tight top and just as quickly reached back, unzipped her skirt and let it fall away. I gave an inward gasp.

Underneath taksim escort her clothes she was wearing a red silk teddy with black lace edging. She filled it out beautifully, her heavy tits struggling for release, her wide hips drawing superb curves from the silky sheath and beneath it all a set of generous thighs and legs. If you asked me beforehand to name my favorite piece of lingerie, I’d have named the very thing she was wearing. I’d like to tell you it should have made me wonder a bit but really, my mind was on other things.

Clearly pleased with my reaction, she modeled it for me briefly, turning and parading, and I gladly enjoyed the show. Her ass, like the rest of this amazing woman, was on the large size but oh so attractive and inflamed my desire for her.

She pushed me on my back onto her bed and stepping between my legs, lowered her mouth to my cock. I watched enraptured as her tongue lapped gently at the head then slid lovingly up and down the length of my quivering member. Her ruby red lips wrapped themselves around the head of my engorged cock and she spent a moment tasting it before she began to slide the rest of it into her warm, wet, soft mouth. It was bliss, far and away the best mouth on my organ I could remember ever having.

Her bright eyes watched my face as I moaned with each rise and fall of her mouth on my willing cock. At he same time her hands were moving across my naked body, exploring, fondling, pinching lightly now and then. My own hands were deep in her thick, black hair playing in the curls and gently stroking her head as her mouth stroked mine. In scant moments she had expertly brought me to the point of no return and I managed to gasp a protest but she just paused long enough to give me a dazzlingly wicked smile before her mouth again plunged down onto me and began sucking noisily. Her furious energy swept across me in an irresistible erotic wave and I groaned as my cum rose up and jetted into her waiting mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her long red fingernails lightly scratching at the underside of my balls, coaxing the last spurts out of me.

Finally she stood back, happily licking the last of my cum from her lips. I smiled back at her, equally pleased and pleasantly drained. She slowly removed the teddy, letting one pendulous breast and then the other swing free. She continued to peel herself carefully out of her silk and lace and I could only watch, mesmerized at how every move was so perfectly sensual and sexy. When she was completely nude, my eyes traced her lovely curves and I felt my hunger for her grow.

She lay back on the bed and lifting her knees, spread her ample legs invitingly. I didn’t need to be asked twice, in fact, a second before as I had admired her naked body it had been the very thought in my head, something that I was overcome with the desire to do to my host.

I plunged my head between her bountiful thighs, my tongue leading the way. I ran my tongue eagerly up and down the length of her slit. She shivered and gave a soft moan as I lapped at her wet pussy passionately, relishing the taste of her depths. I finally settled on her clit and she gave a soft cry as I began to lightly lash her button when I wasn’t sucking on it energetically. I felt her fleshy thighs press gently against the sides of my head as I gained enthusiasm and went straight to my work.

Now and then I would pause and plunge my tongue into her dampening snatch, just long enough to be rewarded with a gasp, but I would quickly return my oral attentions to her quivering mound. I settled into a steady lapping rhythm and I felt her place her hands on my head, pressing down to signal an especially pleasurable sensation where she wished me to linger.

Soon enough I felt her ass rise from the bed and I lifted my head to see what was the matter. Her eyes were wild with lust and she was panting heavily. I understood what she wanted but, having released my seed just moments ago and being long out of practice, I had a moment of fear that I might not be up to the task.

As if she knew what I was thinking she pulled me up on top of her and I reveled in the feeling of her marvelous tits pressed against my chest. Then I felt her fingernails drag along the length of my half-masted rod, and damned if the thing didn’t spring to life and become rock hard in an instant.

She wrapped her legs around me and without hesitation pulled me into her wet, waiting pussy. My cock drove deep and I think both of us gasped at the same time. If I had any absurd notions about the size of her cunt, they were immediately swept away and I had a second to be delighted at how hot and tight she was. I don’t know how I kept from cumming but somehow I did and we soon found ourselves fucking like lovers who have been apart for too long.

Time and the rest of the world seemed to slip away and leave beşiktaş escort the two of us to devote the moment to each other and our lovemaking. At times slow and languid, and then other times urgent and hungry, it seemed to go on for hours. At times my hands on her substantial breasts, other times my mouth on hers, our tongues taking turns exploring each other. But always enveloped in an boundless passion, thrusting and lifting, rising and sinking, pushing each other steadily towards a climax.

I began to wonder if the sun might find us still at this at dawn when something in the air seemed to change ever so slightly. The muscles in her pussy seemed to be clamping down on me and I felt the cum being drawn up at last as our lovemaking became wilder, more intense and I began to pump into her as I had never done before with any woman.

She cried out and I could feel the orgasm surge through her like an earthquake, shaking her like a leaf. A second later I too was gripped by the wave and, to my delight, for the second time today, I erupted and sent jet after jet of cum into this magnificent wonder of a woman. I finally collapsed on top of her as the last of my cum pulsed out of me into her welcoming pussy as her arms gently wrapped around me and held me until we both returned to the planet.

We lay like that for a long time, simply savoring the feel, the taste and the scent of each other. Then she said with a soft sigh, “It’s time.” I understood her and slipped out of the bed without a word and fell into my clothes.

So many things going through my head – would I see her again, could I see her again? She too had gotten out of bed and slipped a thin, green, practically transparent robe over her body. Seeing her in that, I wanted her all over again. She pressed a finger lightly to my lips as if to silence my questions, kissed me gently and sent me on my way.

Outside, in the street, a marvelous light snow was falling and there was a crisp, cold freshness in the air that was a pleasure to breathe. I stood for a moment and took it all in, every bit of it, and for the first time in a long time, well, I just plain felt good – about me, about the rest of the world. Then I turned and there was a cab sitting waiting at the curb and I was soon back in my hotel.

One year later, almost to the day, I made my way back to that same neighbourhood. This time I had come while it was still daylight, not trusting my memory in the darkness.

The intervening year had been a good one. After that amazing night, things had turned around for me. Call it a greater self-confidence, call it a change in my luck, call it whatever you like, my career had turned around, sales calls proving out time after time, moving me up to the regional manager position with hints of better to come. I’d put myself on a budget and in a few months expected to see my debts paid off and there was even a special lady showing more than passing interest in my life.

And here I was, in front of what I was sure was the same dingy coin laundry, yet the “bar and grill” was nowhere to be seen. Across the street was a massive aging warehouse that looked as if it had been there for decades. I was confused and disappointed. Believe it or not, I just wanted to find Mrs.C. and thank her. But she was nowhere to be found.

On impulse I went into the coin laundry. There was a heavyset, older fellow with a full head of white hair sitting in one corner reading a newspaper. Nobody else around. So I went up and asked him about Mrs. C’s bar. He waved a hand at the warehouse across the street.

“Building’s been here for years. Never moved and don’t expect it ever will,” he said flatly.

“So you never heard of such a place?” I pressed.

“Can’t say as I have,” he said peering up at me over the top of his peculiar square spectacles, “but I’ll tell you what.”

“What?” I asked curiously.

“Seems to be, time of the year like this, must be better places you could be, friends and family and such?” He stared at me and stroked his heavy beard. I agreed as how that was so but explained I had felt a need to come and thank someone special for something they did for me once.

“Good deed was it?” he asked.

“Might say that,” I answered. He mulled that over for a second.

“Well then,” he said with a ghost of a smile, “I have always found that folks doing a good deed aren’t looking for thanks as such, cuz they already know how much they are appreciated. Now you best be getting along before you miss your flight home.”

I said I guessed I knew what he meant, said thanks and headed for the cab idling by the curb. As I went out the door I heard him call out “Merry Christmas” after me. I turned to return the greeting but a door in the back of the laundry was just swinging shut and he was gone.

Later, as I sat a window seat of the plane and watched the sparkling lights shimmering far below, it did occur to me to briefly wonder before I dozed off, how did that old fellow know I was going to be taking a flight home?

As I was about to drift off to sleep, the stewardess turned down the overhead lights and I could have sworn I heard her say over the P.A. in a vaguely familiar voice, “Sweet dreams, and good night.”

Finally it was Friday and I needed a stiff drink. It was one of those busy weeks where too many customers made me crazy. I drove over to my favorite sports bar and met my longtime friend Jim. He graduated a few years before me and was a jock in high school, having that hunk look that girls loved. He bragged about being able to persuade any girl to do anything he wanted. Years later, that persona has allowed him to establish a very profitable escort service agency. I’m a 6 foot muscular Italian guy with a shaved head and a thin beard. I’m a tattoo artist and have my left arm and shoulder nicely painted. My right shoulder just has my skull logo tattooed on it.

Sitting down next to him, I asked how his week went. He laughed and said that his girls were giving him problems again and wished he had Mercedes back. It has been over a year since her bad ass brother did an intervention and took her away. Jim got his ass kicked by her brother and his marine friends. He was warned about pursuing or seeing her in any way and then we both were raided by the cops. That was also the last time any of us had seen her. Mercedes was my X girlfriend.

She was this nicely shaped 5’4″ beauty with fiery red hair and I loved her freckles on her cute turned up nose. Those big blue eyes and her intoxicating smile had me in lust for the longest time. Her tits were not real big but nicely shaped “A” cups and her legs were long and shapely from her ice skating dream. I was in total lust for her and at 16 I was the first guy to tap that hot body of hers. I was very happy for 2 years of enjoying her cute figure especially watching her cheer lead during games. She was my high school sweet heart and we even planned to get married. But first I needed to get a job to show her parents I could take care of her. Unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we plan. When she went away to college is when everything changed.

I was a working guy who loved ink and she was a spoiled rich girl. Her parents were well off and didn’t want her associated with the likes of me. They thought I was below her status and would destroy her life. After the first year away, she stopped writing me, although, we would see each other in summer many times for a fuck that she initiated. I could tell she changed by the sexy way she now dressed and how she fucked me. It’s when she finally admitted of having lovers in college that broke my heart. After another year of ignoring me, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. In fact, I wanted to hurt her and get revenge in the worst way. I wanted to knock her off her high horse and I knew just how to do that.

It was the last summer before graduating and I reached out to see her again. She showed up for a drink at a bar in the bad part of town, wearing a nice white sun dress that fell below her knees. I knew it would take some work to get her fucked but had a great plan. She looked sweet and virtuous in her classy outfit. I watched the guys turning to watch her come over to me and sit in the booth in the back of the bar. I remembered how horny she became when smoking a joint and had two specially made for the occasion. She willing obliged by taking many drags of this highly potent weed. After smoking the whole joint and a drink, she was becoming very loose, exactly like I intended.

I pulled her dress up over her knees and looked into her eyes and said, “I really missed you Mercedes. I miss your beautiful smile, you twinkling eyes and your kisses.”

Then I kissed her. While our lips were tightly plastered, I reached behind her and unzipped her dress down to the end at her waist. Then I undid the latch that held her bra together. We parted our kiss, just as I attempted to remove it.

Pushing me away, she said, “Geno! Oh my God! What are you doing? Someone will see and think I’m a trollop.”

I laughed and answered, “It’s okay Mercedes, just taking the bra off so I can peek at your beauty. No-one is even watching.”

As she was looking around, I pulled the spaghetti strap down one arm and took off the bra strap and then the other arm. Once her bra was off, she held her hands over her breast and told me to zip her up. I did zip it half way up, but still wanted to have easy access to her tits. Then I took one hand off her bosom and she removed the other. Just like I expected, her nipples were erect and protruding from under the white cotton material, telling me that she was aroused. I kissed her again and pulled up her dress even higher. Then I slowly moved my hand up her leg, until I reached her Y. I could feel it becoming moist from under the pantyhose material.

Then she stopped me and said, “Geno, you know how horny you are making me?” I nodded I did. “I got to go to the bathroom and calm down. I’m not that type of girl. You know that!”

Her comments were music to my ears. She wasn’t that type of girl yet, but if my planned worked, she would become one tonight. mecidiyeköy escort I knew she likes to pee before a fuck and it was just a way telling me that.

As she wiggled her way out of the booth, I whispered, “I know you want me, so take off the fucking panty hose.” She just smiled and left.

When she returned, Jim came over and sat next to her. As I introduced him to her, her eyes were twinkling. Jim has a way with making girls excited. He lit up another joint and they became very friendly with each other. When Jim kissed Mercedes, he reached under her dress to reach her cunt.

As he played with her wet slit, he said, “I see you’re very wet gorgeous. Geno tells me you are looking to make extra money. So why don’t we go somewhere, talk about it and get better acquainted?”

She sensually moaned, “I guess so!”

Then the bartender came over and told us to take her to the back room or leave. Too many of his patrons are noticing the action. So we got her up and walked her to a storage room that the bartender took us too. He told us to have fun. Jim took photos of her in all kinds of compromising positions. After we spent an hour or more taking turns fucking her, he left and brought back a few paying customers to fuck her too.

When she saw them, she tried to cover up but Jim said, “Mercedes, I thought you said you wanted to try fucking for money. Here is your chance. It’s a test. So just let go and enjoy yourself.”

She still whined a little, until Jim gave her another few drags of the potent joint. Then she became a willing active whore, just like I planned.

All of it was captured on our phones with some video of her begging for a cock. I listened to her moans of pleasure from outside the room and smiled knowing that she was fast becoming a soiled girl. I was pleased with myself knowing that she would never be that innocent classy girl again. Her degradation will be complete once the photos and video get posted and I’ll have my revenge.

After many hours of whoring, she finally was coming off her high. She sat there with tears in her eyes from realizing that she just fucked four guys for money. I loved the look of their goo still splattered on her face and tits.

Jim sat down next to her and showed her some photos and a clip of her enjoying the fucking. He handed her 6 bills and told her that she could make a lot more money working for him at his agency. She pushed him away and whimpered no.

Jim laughed and said, “Okay Mercedes. But what will all your friends and family say when these clips and photos go on line. I know you really enjoyed yourself, so just come work for me and they will never get published. I guarantee it will not be in the back of a bar like tonight, but instead it will be a date that you get paid for. Just what I’ve seen tonight and how beautiful you are, I know you will be well compensated for your services. Trust me!”

Looking up at me and then back at Jim, she asked, “It will be like a date with sex afterwards?”

Jim nodded yes and replied, “Just like what you are doing now in college with those frat boys you’ve been seeing, except you’ll get paid for it instead of giving your cunt away.”

She looked shocked when he said, “Yes Mercedes I know all about your naughty ways in school. From my information you’ve fucked a lot of guys in school these last 3 years, more than 40 guys since you’ve been there. I was told that this spring you were even gang banged by every pledge during their initiation. Am I right?”

She couldn’t look at us and buried her face in her hands. Jim pushed more to answer him and then she uncovered her face with tears spewing down her cheeks.

“Yes! You’re right. I’m not proud of myself. But every time I smoke pot something bad happens. I’m so ashamed!” She blurted.

Jim smiled at me, put his arms around Mercedes, and softly said, “It’s all right Mercedes. If you were working for me, none of that would have happened. You could concentrate on school and make extra money. Those frat fuck days will be over and I’ll see too that. So let’s get you cleaned up and we talk about your new career. Okay?”

While sniffling from her cry, she finally agreed. I was shocked. What about my revenge? I didn’t know any of that and it sounded like she was already a fucking whore. So tonight I didn’t make her do anything she wasn’t already doing. I felt cheated, but also somewhat happy that she was no longer prim and proper. She really was just another fucking slut, like most women I’ve run into.

The rest of the summer I fucked her many times and so did Jim. That summer launched her into the world of escorting and I couldn’t have been happier. It was like she accepted her sexual behavior and career. But what surprised me was that she really liked it. Jim shaved her cunt, but left a slight red landing strip above it. etiler escort Just before she returned to school, he even bought her new “D” cup tits to increase her value. Her college grades instead of getting higher actually fell, but she did just enough to graduate. As soon as she got home, she had an argument with her parents that Jim planned and moved into a small apartment in west LA. Her graduation present from Jim was a used car and being gang banged by 6 black dudes. I was there to watch.

For next 3 years Jim used her as he saw fit. He called her the best whore money can buy. She was fucking judges, actors and the elite in society for big bucks. Her demeanor changed from being an innocent sweet girl to a well-seasoned whore. She started doing drugs other than pot and when she did Jim got large sums for her being ganged banged. One time Jim got 20k for a bukkake with 100 guys doing her. I guess the video went viral and her family saw it. That was when her brother intervened. This is where we are now some 18 months later.

As Jim sipped his beer, he said, “Boy she was such a nice piece of hot ass too. She was petite, skinny with nice tits, but her legs and ass were her best assets. She just loved escorting all week without complaining. It was like she had an insatiable appetite for sex. She never whined about the cash I gave her either. It was like she was enjoying herself way too much and didn’t care about the compensation. But her eyes did light up every time I handed her some green. She once told me that having lots of sex was a special treat and she would do it for free, but enjoyed the extra reward as a nice gift.”

He laughed when he said gift, because he said she never thought of the money she received as anything but a donation.

I smiled, took a big swig of my beer and replied, “Yeah, she was something else. I do feel sorry for her though. I’m sure this isn’t what she planned for, coming out of school.”

Jim laughed and bellowed, “We took a classy Mercedes and made her into a cheap fucking Ford Escort.”

We both laughed at that thought of how he transformed her into a well fucked whore. Sometimes if the client was cool with it, we used to watch her in action and take some photos. Jim felt that he could use the pictures as blackmail if she ever decided to quit. But after his beating, he lost all desire to pursue her again. Maybe it was unwise, but I still keep a lot of her photos on my phone. Occasionally, I looked at her in one of her skimpy slut outfits that she liked wearing in public. But I have a few favorites of her naked on all fours with some guy starting to stick his big cock in her. She was looking back with a huge smile across her face. Here is a more detailed description what Mercedes looked like.

She is very attractive 27 years old with a nice tight body. She was about 5’4″ with long red hair maybe 105 pounds. After her boob operation, she measured out at 34D-23-34. Her big blue eyes twinkled in ecstasy after every fuck too. She has a cute little turned up nose with freckles sprinkled across it that she tried to hide with makeup. Her cheeks are round and her lips are soft and sweet to kiss. Her mouth isn’t huge, but when she smiled, it was like putting the asterisk over her beauty. She loved having her nips played with too. I remember her yanking on them as I pounded her wet cunt. She had such a slender waist and very flat stomach with a pair of silky smooth long legs that felt great being pushed up over her body or wrapped around me. And her ass! Oh that was to die for, especially when she crawled around on all fours. Her pussy was a nice pink slit and very tight hole, unless she was fucked by some big black cock.

I always had fun sucking and fingering inside her cunt listening to her moan with an orgasm. Her clit bulb was easy to find and she had some huge orgasms when I played with it. She was very orgasmic and would have many during sex, probably why she liked fucking so much. I should mention she liked anal sex too and craved being doubled. But the best part of her was that sexy voice moaning and saying to fuck her harder. Yes she’s very vocal when being pumped and liked long hour sessions. No minute men for her. I don’t think I could ever find a girl that loved getting it, as much as Mercedes did. This was what our little fuck buddy Mercedes was all about. With her innocent, wholesome, girl next door demeanor (until you fucked her), was why a lot of guys loved paying Jim for that pleasure. She was such a joy being around and was always willing and ready for anything we sent her way. Damn, I really miss her too!

As we kept talking about Mercedes and reminiscing about the good times we had fucking her, I looked up and saw a girl that looked a lot like her. It’s been such a long time since seeing her that I couldn’t be sure. So I nudged Jim and he looked at her ortaköy escort standing in between these two nerdy looking dudes. Although her hair was shorter and she was wearing baggy clothes, hiding her body, that we couldn’t be sure it was Mercedes. She looked over at us and quickly turned away, like she didn’t recognize us. I tried to hear her voice, but the noise was too loud from watching the football games. Jim said it wasn’t her and our imagination was playing tricks, since we had her on our mind. He mentioned that our Mercedes would never be caught dead going out with those types of losers, unless she was paid. I guess he was right.

They were seated in a booth across the bar where I could look at her under the TV monitors. As time went by, Jim had his eyes glued on the game, when I noticed her getting up and looking my way. A slight smile emerged as she walked toward the restroom area. Elbowing Jim, I told him that I had to find out for sure if that was Mercedes. So I got up and followed. Unfortunately, she made to the ladies room before I got there.

Like some anxious timid dude, I waited outside pretending I was just on my way out of the men’s room. It felt like hours but wasn’t, until she finally emerged from the ladies abode. As she did, I made sure she saw me.

She smiled as I asked, “This is going to sound like a pick up line, but you look familiar. Is your name Mercedes?”

Grinning from ear to ear with that gorgeous smile I remember and with her eyes gleaming with joy, she walked up to me and blurted, “Oh my god! Is that you Geno? So what are you doing now that you didn’t go to jail?”

We hugged and it felt great having her tits plastered against me again. When we broke, I told her I was doing the same tattooing at my shop, after I put it back together from the police raid. Then I asked her what happened to her and if she was still in town. She giggled and told me it was a long story and maybe some time she would tell me all about it, but right now she had to get back to her finance`.

Now I was shocked, she was going to marry one of those ugly weird dudes. She always told me that she was not the marrying type. Now I was curious to what has changed!

As she began to walk away, I exclaimed, “Wait Mercedes! You just can’t leave me without thanking you for not pressing those charges against me. That kept me out of jail and I should at least buy you a drink for doing that! And you did promise to tell me what has been going on in your life!”

She turned back and answered, “I would like that Geno, but I’m not that person any more. I’m a good girl now and I’m afraid it may lead to other things that I may later regret. As for what’s going on with me is that I have a great marketing job, a rich boyfriend and don’t want to jeopardize any of it. So no! I just can’t! And I hope you understand.”

I smiled and said, “But Mercedes, it’s just a drink thanking you, and nothing else. I promise!”

After a long pause with our eyes glued to one another, she took a deep breath and replied as if to appease me, “Okay then, no sex and just one drink.”

I happily agreed to that, although my thoughts were remembering about her being naked and fucking me. So she asked for my number and told me that she would call me sometime next week. Yeah, only a fool would really believe that she would call! But I gave her my card to my tattoo shop anyway and watched her walk away. She seemed to put an extra wiggle in her step, as she disappeared back to her seat without turning back to look at me. I felt that the most attractive and horniest girl I ever met was now walking completely out of life, although there is some hope that she would actually call.

When I got back to the bar, Jim was yakking on his phone. It sounded like he was having girl problems with a client. When he hung up, he told me that he had to leave.

I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey bro that is Mercedes. She told me she was getting hooked to one of those ugly dudes.”

He looked over at her and she was staring at us. Then he said, “You know bro she’s big trouble. Good for her. But I got things to take care of. I’ll see you tomorrow for the game.”

He was dialing his cell, as quickly left.

I went through two more brews, while looking at my photos of a naked Mercedes. The game was now almost over, when suddenly I got a fucking great idea. I knew she gets real horny after drinking or smoking weed. All I had to do was to get her drunk, lite up a joint and I bet I could fuck her again. I smiled thinking about that possibility of what could happen after a fuck. As I clicked on a photo of her with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, my mind wandered of her and me. I kept flipping through my photos of her, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning back, it was Mercedes.

She gave me a note with her number on it and whispered, “You’re right we should meet. Call me Monday for that drink.”

Then she quickly left. I could tell in her voice that she was excited, but her expression seemed like she was also distressed. I became happy that I would be seeing her again. Now all I had to do was plan how to get into her hot pants again.

I’ll write part 2 telling you all about our little date next time.

This is the final chapter in this series. Thank you to all those who’ve read from start to end!

**Warning/Spoiler Alert** This chapter includes a threesome, which goes against the grain of Couples, but fits in with the story as a whole.

As always, I hope you enjoy it.

*****

“I will. Leave it with me, no problem.”

Amelie waited until the line went dead then replaced the receiver. Pushing herself up from the chair, her brows knitted as she reflected on the conversation just ended. The caller had been Veronica, Karl’s sister. She’d been trying to reach Karl on his mobile phone but apparently the line was constantly engaged, and his voicemail facility not available.

They’d been at work for three hours now. Two hours ago, Karl had told her not to disturb him. From the moment she’d arrived at work, she’d sensed a tension in the air. Despite this, he’d kissed her and held her close for a few minutes before setting the workplace boundaries again. But now, she was starting to feel her stomach knot.

With fist paused mid-air to knock on his door, Amelie braced herself for being scolded. Karl had shut himself away for reasons unknown to her. His use of his mobile phone, rather than the office line, simply added to the uncertainty. With a deep intake of breath, she knocked and entered.

As she stepped into the office, Karl raised his hand to make her wait.

“Thanks anyway, I’ll speak to you later.”

He pressed the end-call button on his mobile and gave Amelie a smile that looked forced.

“Sorry to bother you, but your sister’s just left a message to say everything is fine. Your mum’s spending one more night in hospital, and Veronica is set to spend the next five days with her. She wants to know if you’ll be joining them for dinner tomorrow night and would appreciate a call as soon as you can.”

“Thanks, I’ll call back straight away.”

Turning to walk out, she paused at the door to look back to Karl.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh no,” Amelie shook her head as she laughed, “we women understand the real meaning of that phrase and all its variants. Let’s try again. Is there anything wrong that I can help you with?”

“No, really, I’ve got this,” Karl’s face softened as he smiled despite himself. “I just…”

“Just what?”

Karl sighed as he ran his hand over his face. Throwing her a wry smile, he shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter; I know what I have to do.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ok then, just let me know if you need anything.”

Karl thanked her as she turned on her heels and left.

**

“Karl, it’s five o’clock.”

“Sorry?”

“You asked me to tell you when it’s five o’clock. It’s five o’clock now.”

“Oh, right, thanks.”

Amelie stood in the doorway for a moment, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

“So, anything else?”

“Just wrap up what you’re doing, Am.”

She threw him a puzzled smile before returning to her desk. As she closed her computer, she shook her head in bewilderment. At that moment, Karl had sounded almost mischievous, which wouldn’t have been so worrisome had he not been acting odd all day. In truth, she’d barely seen him, and spoken only twice. The second time had taken place whilst she’d practically chased him down the corridor a few hours earlier.

“I have a lunch appointment,” Karl had swept through her workspace as he’d spoken, “I have my mobile if you need me.”

Amelie had taken a moment to register the news before scrambling to chase after him as he’d strode towards the lift.

“I didn’t have this lunch appointment written down, did I miss something?”

“No, it’s last minute, and I arranged it myself.”

“Ok,” she had faltered, “anything I can help with?”

“No, I just need you to keep working through the list I gave you.”

And that had been it. He’d stepped into the lift, and she’d watched the doors close. She’d already had her own lunch, so she’d focussed on working her way through her tasks. But she couldn’t help glancing at the clock until he’d returned.

And now, here she was. As she gathered her belongings, she pondered on what the future might bring. She could barely believe that it’d been less than two weeks ago since her affair with Karl started. Her heart fluttered. When he’d left her apartment last night, she’d thought she’d eased his fears. But his behaviour today…

“All ready to go?”

“Almost, just waiting for the computer to shut down.”

Karl leaned against the doorframe, with arms folded as he waited. Amelie noticed that Karl wasn’t wearing his jacket. Nor was his case in his hand. He wasn’t leaving yet. Frustrated concern niggled.

She knew that most of the building began closing at 5pm, but Karl clearly wasn’t one of them tonight. He was trying to get rid of her. Setting her jaw, she picked up her coat. Determined not to look offended, she forced a smile.

“Ok, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Am,” he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped towards kağıthane escort her, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Karl laughed, causing her spine to stiffen further. All day he’d concerned her, and now he was smiling and relaxed as if the day had been normal.

“You told me yourself that that is code for something else,” he drew closer, “so, what’s wrong?”

She could smell his aftershave now, could see the hint of stubble. She refused to acknowledge the currents of electricity flaring in her pussy. She wanted to hit him. She also wanted to kiss him.

“You want to know what’s wrong?” she snapped at him. “You, you are what’s wrong!”

“Me? What? Why?” Karl frowned.

“Seriously?” Amelie huffed, “all day you’ve been acting weirdly, hiding out, not speaking, disappearing, and not speaking. You’re hiding something from me, and I know I don’t have a right to demand anything, but I don’t like how it feels.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I never meant to…”

Amelie watched realisation dawn of how his actions looked to her. Embarrassment replaced confusion in his eyes.

“No? So, tell me, what has today been all about, then? What’s going on?”

“You’ll know soon enough,” he murmured as he cupped her face, “but I swear it’s nothing to worry about.”

Under his touch, Amelie came undone. Her eyes fluttered closed as she revelled in his caress. Her breathing became laboured. She wanted more. Needed more. Opening her eyes, she gazed at his lips, wondering when he would kiss her. When his hand left her cheek, she immediately mourned the loss.

“Amelie.”

“Yes, Karl?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me,” she almost pleaded.

Karl took her coat and bag from her arms, placing them on her desk. His hands returned to her, his fingertips teasing up her arms, over her shoulders to her collarbone. The barest of touches caused her to shiver with delight. Moving down to the top button on her blouse, he slipped it from its hole; and then the second button. He stepped closer.

Standing so close now, his warm breath caressed her as he dipped his head, his lips grazed across her exposed skin. His fingers lifted to skim the base of her throat, causing Amelie to let her head fall back a little more. Her skin prickled. The ache turned to a burn from his exquisite tease.

“Kiss me, please,” she whimpered, raising her hands to slip around his neck.

Before she could touch, Karl seized her wrists and pulled them away.

“Your wish is my command.”

His teeth nipped at her earlobe, causing her stomach to flip. Their eyes locked as he guided her to step backwards. She stopped when she felt her desk behind her. Lowering himself to his knees, his fingers still around her wrists, he directed her hands to either side and pressed them against the surface of the desk. Without breaking their gaze, he kept his hands over hers for a moment until she silently acknowledged that she was not to move them.

Amelie allowed Karl’s hands to gently push her hips until her arse rested against the edge of the desk as he wanted her. Once satisfied, his fingers lowered to her nylon-covered ankles. From either side, his fingertips traced around each ankle before following the curves of her calves. Reaching the backs of her knees, Amelie fought the desire to brashly spread her legs and demand he fuck her. She both loved and hated such teasing. Not wanting him to stop, she craved to feel him inside of her.

Now above her knees, his hands moved to the front of her legs again. Soon he reached the hem of her skirt. Karl broke eye contact to track the movement of her skirt. His fingers half-held, half-slid the material upwards. Within moments the darker shade of her stocking-tops were exposed.

His fingers tensed, pressing the bunched skirt against the naked flesh of her upper thighs. Another few inches revealed the white lace that covered her cunt. He leaned in closer. Amelie’s heart raced. She watched as his tongue traced her skin along the very edge of her hold-ups. The heady sensation of cooling saliva and warm breath made her whimper as her thighs started to tremble.

Karl worked his way from one leg to the other, his tongue slow and steady. On his return route, his tongue moved higher, aiming now for the lace cupped between her thighs. As his mouth drew level with her pussy, he planted a slow, lingering kiss directly on her covered lips.

Pulling back, he stilled. Less than two inches away he could smell her arousal. He could hear it in her short breaths. He could feel it enveloping him, drawing him in. It seduced his every sense until he knew that whilst he may have caused this, he was at her mercy.

Amelie never broke her gaze as she watched him look at her mound. Silently, she willed him to pull the material aside and bury his face deep in her cunt. She knew at this point that she was lost. She could feel the faintest pinch of fear, that dread in case his teasing stopped at this point. She feared güngören escort she would cry if he were to suddenly back away. But he didn’t. He looked up. His darkened eyes meeting hers again. He saw the need in her face, she saw the hunger in his.

Shifting his eyes downwards again, he closed the gap until his nose touched the lace. Moving his head, his nose stroked her slit through the material as he inhaled her scent. She sighed as he repeated his movement but with his tongue. He felt her hips twitch, as if wanting to push forward and he inwardly smiled to himself. He rewarded her control by pushing his tongue harder against her panties. He could feel the swell of her pussy lips against the sides of his tongue as he licked deeper. The coarseness of the lace quickly soaked up his spit, but her juices were now being drawn into the material and soon he could begin to taste her.

Amelie’s moans spurred Karl on. His nose rubbed against her covered clit as his tongue pushed her panties as deep into her pussy as they would stretch. His lips closed, catching the lace and holding it, sucking on it for a moment. He released the sodden fabric to lightly slap against her aching cunt. With a growl, he grabbed at the wet fabric and yanked it aside. He immediately dove in again, burrowing his face to seek her clit. He grazed his teeth over the swollen bud before sucking it hard. Amelie’s hips bucked as her legs threatened to give way.

“Karl!” Amelie gasped.

“Yes, Am?”

She felt his lips move against her cunt as he spoke. She had so much to beg for, to demand, to say. Yet every word failed her. Karl paused, every fibre of his being wanting to carry on. Temptation to throw away his whole day’s work grew but he knew that he was just being selfish if he did. Stifling a sigh, he clung to his calm composure and replaced her panties back over her pussy. After one final hard kiss against her wet panties, he pulled back.

“Please,” her voice shaking as she clung to Karl’s shoulders.

“Not yet,” he murmured as he rose to his feet, letting her skirt fall, “there’s something I want to show you first.”

“Are you kidding?” Amelie’s voice almost broke, “it can wait!”

“No, it has to be now.”

“Right now?”

“Right now,” he confirmed, “don’t worry, you’ll thank me later.”

Amelie gave a little huff of disagreement and Karl chuckled. Stepping away from her personal space, he offered his hand. She didn’t take it immediately though she knew she looked petulant.

“Am, trust me.”

“I do trust you, but you’re not playing fair.”

Karl didn’t reply but kept his hand outstretched. With a sigh, she took it. His fingers curled possessively around hers, tugged gently, and she followed. He led her to the lift.

“Where are we going?”

“eighteenth floor.”

“But why?”

“We have a meeting to attend.”

“But…”

“Trust me.”

The lift doors opened, and Karl manoeuvred her inside. Amelie’s eyes narrowed as he pressed the numbered button. Karl didn’t respond. The soft ping soon announced their required floor.

Karl continued to lead her by the hand down the wide hallway of doors. Behind each door sat meeting rooms of various sizes. Some rooms had partial or full glassed walls and doors, while others offered more privacy with a plain, solid door. The entire floor lay silent.

Karl led Amelie towards the double door at the end of the corridor. The main suite. Reserved for the most prestigious clients. Without pausing, he swung the door open and stepped inside, taking Amelie with him.

“I thought you’d changed your mind.”

The voice spoke from within as soon as they entered. Amelie turned and her eyes fell upon Jack, who sat at the head of the grand table that dominated the room. The door closed firmly behind them.

“Oh, hi!” Amelie half smiled.

“Hi, Amelie, good to see you,” Jack said as a smile pulled at his lips.

“Ok, what’s going on?”

“You haven’t told her?”

Jack’s smile turned into a frown directed at Karl.

“Told me what?”

Karl didn’t answer immediately. He let go of Amelie’s hand to stand directly behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders. Amelie began to twist round to face him, but his fingers dug in a little harder keeping her in place, facing Jack.

“I have a surprise for you,” Karl murmured.

As Karl spoke, Jack raised himself out of the chair and walked towards them. Confusion clouded Amelie’s thoughts. Karl and Jack were collaborating on something? She was certain that Karl disliked Jack, so he must have considered this important. Though her presence still didn’t make sense.

Jack now stood just out of touching distance in front of Amelie. His eyes twinkled. Amelie wanted to return his smile, but wariness still held her tightly.

“So,” Jack eventually spoke, his voice almost sultry, “Karl asked to speak to me today. He wanted to ask me a favour and, after some discussion, we came to an agreement.”

As Jack explained, güneşli escort Karl surprised Amelie by trailing kisses from behind her ear down her neck. Her breath caught. She automatically tried to pull away. What was he doing? Right in front of Jack, and while he was speaking?

“Amelie,” Jack’s voice hardened slightly, commanding her attention, “look at me.”

Almost automatically, Amelie stopped moving.

“Keep your eyes on me,” his tone softened again.

Amelie complied, fixing her sight on Jack. Karl’s mouth continued its exploration of tasting her skin, before nibbling on her earlobes.

“Karl asked me to be here tonight, he wants you to have this,” Jack murmured, keeping her gaze locked, “and I was not about to pass up any opportunity I had, to be able to…”

Jack’s words trailed off as he looked almost embarrassed for a moment.

“Karl?” Amelie whispered, without breaking her gaze at Jack.

“Two men for your pleasure,” Karl breathed against her ear.

She gasped as everything fell into place. Karl’s lips continued to seduce while Jack’s smile faded as desire shimmered across his face. Karl reached around and began unbuttoning her blouse. Jack’s eyes shifted downwards to watch. Amelie’s head swam. Karl’s wrists brushed her breasts as his fingers parted the silk. Jack’s hungry eyes feasted on every exposed inch of heated skin.

Fingers twitching, Jack wanted to touch. But he hadn’t forgotten what he’d promised. He was not to do anything, not touch her at all, until she gave him clear permission. This was only going to happen if she consented. He had to be ready to stop at any point should she say so. Karl had been explicit. This was her fantasy to control, not Karl’s, and certainly not his. And, begrudgingly, he’d admired Karl for wanting to give her what she wanted despite his own preferences.

Now, seeing the swell of her creamy breasts being cupped in white lace, he prayed that she wouldn’t back out. He had lusted after her since that very first time when he’d watched her curves sway through the lobby. Of course, he’d hoped that he could’ve had her for himself. But if this was the only time, the only way, he was ever going to be able to bury his hard cock deep inside her, then he wasn’t about to say no.

Amelie still focussed on Jack. The man with whom she’d flirted. The man who, had it not been for Karl, would have been filling her fantasies every night. She’d berated herself last week when she’d found herself flirting with him. Never had she known or understood how someone could feel this way. But here she was. With love in her heart for Karl and raw lust burning in her veins for Jack. Could she really have both?

She sensed, more than felt, the last button pop open. Karl slowly peeled the silk from her shoulders. As he did so, Amelie’s eyes dropped to Jack’s crotch, seeing his trousers straining to control his eager bulge. The tip of her tongue flicked over her lips. She wanted to know what he looked like, felt like, tasted like. She wanted to move, but hesitated.

Karl, still behind her, kissed her neck as he cupped her breasts, his palms rubbing against her nipples through the lacy fabric. Amelie tipped her head, gasping as she instinctively arched her back. She reached upward with one hand to stroke Karl’s hair. Her other hand snaked behind to rest on his thigh. Closing her eyes, she imagined how this might look to Jack, to have him stand so close and watch her. Karl pinched her nipples through her bra. Her gasps turned to moans. Her breasts pushed further forward, begging to be played with more.

Once her nipples were stiff against the lace, Karl slipped his fingers inside each cup and squeezed harder. Amelie’s fingers tightened in Karl’s hair. Her cunt pulsed wildly. She heard the quiet groan of Jack and opened her eyes. His hand now squeezed at his cock through his trousers. His eyes burned into hers. Something deep inside her flared, melting her doubts and fears.

“What’s the matter, Jack?” she soothed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Covering one of Karl’s hands with her own, she kept him in place. Without breaking their gaze, she reached out and traced her fingertip over Jack’s covered cock. As quiet as it was, she didn’t miss his shaky exhale.

“Karl, show Jack my tits.”

Karl suspected that Amelie meant for him to remove her bra using the clasps, but instead he gripped the edges of each cup and roughly yanked them down. The fabric ripped as each soft mound bounced free, displaying her nipples, erect and proud. Amelie gasped at the brazenness of his actions. Jack groaned louder. Karl released her tits and held onto her hips. Nipping at her neck with his teeth, his cock pressed against her arse. Whether Karl knew it or not, he’d just given Amelie that final touch of confidence she needed to do what she really wanted.

“Do you want me to feed you my tits, Jack, while my boyfriend watches? Do you want me to be a slut, my pussy wet for two cocks?”

Jack hesitated, his eyes shifting from Amelie to Karl and back again. Karl pulled her skirt up from behind. Her use of the term ‘boyfriend’ had taken him by surprise, but that quickly disappeared in her use of the word ‘slut’. His excitement increased and for the first time, he was truly eager to see how much she enjoyed this. He wanted nothing more than for her to run wild with her fantasy.

All characters are 18 or older.

*****

I’d always wondered about him. How strong he was, how big he was… mostly how big he was. I couldn’t help but constantly glance over to Coach Fredericks sitting at his desk, mostly at the bulge in his khakis. He looked gifted, I can say that much. His beard was another fatal attraction for me. I sat at my desk, rubbing my thighs together and biting my lip. I found my hand slipping from my desk to my stomach, then down into my pants. I was so wet for him. How many fingers thick could he be? I tested myself to see how much I could handle.

One? No, that’s far too skinny.

Two? An improvement, yes.

Three? Ohhhh, that’d be heavenly.

Shit, he sees me. My hand jolted out of my pants. He looked at me strangely, yet he continued with his work. I looked at my three fingers, they were glistening.

The bell rang, and I was excited to leave. I couldn’t stand seeing Coach Fredericks glare at me any more. He called out to me to see him before class the next day. First period, I’m tired every morning.

I couldn’t really sleep that night, because I was too busy thinking about why he wanted to see me. I hoped he wouldn’t punish me, but then again this bad girl could use a spanking.

Next morning came, and I went to his classroom 30 minutes early. Ridiculous, who shows up that early? Well I guess I felt the more time the better. I walked in and sat down on a chair in front of him. He told me some useless information about hormones and why it was inappropriate to masturbate in class. I wasn’t paying attention, I was smiling. He was hard as a rock. His hard cock bulged through his khakis and I couldn’t help but smile at it. He was turning red too. Eventually, he started stuttering and losing his words, so I took them from his mouth. I planted my lips onto his, my tongue parting his lips. My hands laid on his thighs, two of my right hand’s fingers playing with that hard bulge. His hand reaches up to my head, and the kiss released. Some saliva connected our lips as we looked deep into each other’s eyes.

“Close the door.”

We both stood up at the same time. I walked over and closed the classroom door, and I knew he was staring at my ass. I turned back around and he was right there. We continued to kiss, slowly growing more violent. My hand was planted on his hard bulge, and I could hear him chuckling in between kisses. I wrapped my leg around him. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up. He sat me down on escort bayan bahçelievler my own desk as he fiddled with my jeans button and fly. He finally pulled the zipper down as I stood up from the desk. He pulled my jeans down and saw how wet I was. He smiled through his beard as he pulled my panties down too. He admired my glistening pussy as he went down on it.

I sat back onto the desk and began moaning. He was too good. His beard tickled my clitoris and labia. No matter how much he tried to make me quiet, I couldn’t help it. My hands grabbed his head and my fingers ran through his hair. I pushed his head deeper into me, but he couldn’t breathe. He finally released me from his lips, but took MY lips instead.

His fingers played with my cunt as his tongue ravaged my mouth. My hands went from his head to his pants. I pushed him away from me, but kept a grip on his belt.

Hungrily, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped, and buried my hands in his underwear. My hands were cold, but wow! He was so warm. I could feel every vein between my fingers. His pants dropped, and I had his cock in my hands. So big and so hard! I don’t think it could fit, but I’m always up for trying new things. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers wouldn’t touch, he was so thick. I looked up at him, giving him quick strokes. I could tell he was loving it. I kneeled down. It was so amazing. Coach Fredericks’ cock. I gave the head a kiss, and something else came with it. Precum, and it was delicious. I smiled up at him as I dragged my tongue from the base of his hard cock to his head. His eyes closed as he played with my hair. I couldn’t stop smiling as my lips enveloped his cock. One, two, three, four inches. When will it end? I started gagging on it, but with time I was able to take the whole thing. He moaned quietly as his hand grabbed my hair harder. In and out went his cock as I sucked on it. My lipstick left a mark on him, but he didn’t mind one bit. My hand even reached up to play with each of his balls. So big, so longing to release. I couldn’t even tell how many inches he was. Eight? Nine? Maybe ten… My lips slid from his head as some saliva connected us yet again. I chuckled at him as I stood up and kept stroking him. I led him back to the desk where he ate me. I sat on it, it was somehow still warm, and spread my legs. One foot sat on the top of the chair, the other hung off the side.

His cock was still in my hand as I led escort bayan maslak the head to my pussy. Ohhh he felt so warm. His head touching my pussy. I rubbed it along my lips slowly, getting his precum all over it as lubricant. His head slipped in, and I let go of it. His hands wrapped around my waist, my hands around his neck. I wanted him. I needed him inside me. I… AAAHHHHH!

So big! Oh my god! I can feel it going inch by inch and it’s not stopping! He went so slowly, savoring my long moan. He finally reached the end. He didn’t fit all of him inside, but I wish he could. The groove of his penis as he slid, ohhhh.

He slowly pulled himself out of me, but not all the way. He wanted to make sure I was okay. He went at a slow and steady pace, his cock stretching me. I could handle it, but he was just making sure. Then, ohhhh. He started pumping. In and out, in and out. His penis was so wonderful. My foot on the head of the chair left as my legs crossed around his ass. The sounds of skin clapping was the sound we made as he fucked me. Each pump gave me a louder moan, but I was never too loud. His face laid by mine, his beard tickling my cheek as he grunted and gasped into my ear. His hand reached to my right breast. He stopped for a moment as he pulled off my shirt. I did the same for him as he took off my bra. My tits bounced freely as we continued fucking, but one of his hands didn’t leave. He squeezed them roughly and played with my nipples.

His cock slid out of me quickly and I let out a loud moan. His head escaping felt wonderful. His mouth met by breast as he sucked on my nipple. He played with them, and it was amazing. He knew how to handle my breasts, and I knew how to handle his cock. I kept stroking it, harder and he played with my tits harder. He pulled on the one he was sucking on, and when he released, it bounced back into place.

He picked me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around him. His cock met back with my pussy as he slid back into me. As he lowered me down, I let out a big moan. His cock was so thick, it was like I had more than one g-spot. He carried me over to the white board, so quickly my back slammed on it. I let out another moan as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me. Sweat dripping out of each of us and onto the white board. The lesson plan was indistinguishable at this point. Fuck! He was so good! One hand was around my waist so I didn’t fall off of him, and the other was still on my escort bayan şirinevler breast! I looked up at the lights as his beard remained in my shoulder. I had no idea how long he’d last, but I didn’t have much longer. The hand on my breast reached my ass, and he gripped it tightly. He brought his pace down slowly, and he made sure every inch was accounted for.

“Fuck, Fredericks! I’m getting close!”

He smiled and moved me to the window. The busses were dropping kids off around this time, and I believe one person told me some time after this that someone’s ass was planted against the glass of the window. Everything else was fogged up, but they could see someone’s balls shaking as they fucked faster than they’d ever seen. And they’d be correct. He really picked up the pace! My legs went from waist down to the backs of his thighs as he pounded me. So fast, so hard. I moaned even louder, my teeth biting his ear. His beard was still in my shoulder. My legs started shaking as my orgasm built. It was a giant wave of uncontrollable pleasure going over me. One hand went from his sweaty back to a part of his desk, knocking over pencils. I let out a long cry as I came on his cock. He finally stopped as he moaned with me. I thought he came, but he didn’t. He was just making sure I did. My ass was so cold, but his warm hands let me off of his cock gently. He gave me another kiss, our bodies drenched I sweat.

“We’ve still got another 10 minutes.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Another person getting off of their bus said that it was too foggy, but a person’s shaking breasts were planted against the same window of the same classroom on the same day. And they were right. He put it in my ass! It was painful at first, like popping my cherry all over again, but when I loosened up, he pounded my ass. His hand came down on my ass HARD, so hard it had turned bright red. He eventually began moaning louder. One of my hands was on the window, the other on his desk. My gasps and moans made the window too foggy to distinguish my face. He started pounding me harder as he started grunting louder and harder. This was it. He was gonna cum in my ass. I moaned with him as he started slowing down. He let out big long moans as his cum shot out of him. His hot cum coated the walls of my ass as he jerked himself off, trying to get all of his cum out. He pushed himself in once more, and finally slid out… slowly. Ohhhh. I could feel his hot cum dripping out of my ass and running down my leg. My legs buckled as I slid down the window. He went over to pick up my clothes for me. Such a gentleman. We kissed again and got dressed.

Someone told me later in the day that I had some stains on my ass and legs through the jeans. I just smiled at them moved on from there. I also couldn’t walk correctly for a week.