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The summer had literally flown by, and in that incredibly short period of time my life had completely changed. The end of May saw my home half demolished, and the beginning of July saw me engaged to the most spectacular woman I had ever met, besides my former wife. Along the way I had enjoyed a sexual relationship with another fantastic woman, who just happened to be my new finance’s sister, and incredibly, neither of them seemed to be at all bothered by that.

The downside of working at a university is your life is regulated by the class schedule, and this summer was no exception. The wedding was going to have to be the end of August at the latest if we wanted to have a honeymoon. Once that was decided, Tina was left with less than six weeks to get all the planning and arrangements done, including finishing the repairs on the addition, since she wanted to have the wedding on the deck of our house. Sandy had stayed on to help after the sheet rock was completed, which took her and her crew less than a week to do. I was amazed at how hard she drove her guys, and I never heard a one of them complain or treat her with anything other than respect. There was no doubt that regardless of how feminine she looked, she could crack the whip and she knew her job. The guys seemed to ignore the fact that she was normally working in boots, cut-off shorts and a t-shirt that was, by the end of the day, wet enough with sweat to cling to her chest, accentuating her outlines. I suppose it was just routine for them after while, but I would have thought that they would at least be ogling her that way, I know I was having trouble not doing so.

Once the sheetrock crew was done, we fell into a regular routine. For the next week I came home from work, ate dinner with them and then change my clothes to join them in working on the finish work. I was shocked at how quickly the work went, each day I would come home to a new view, the girls somehow finding time to work on wedding stuff as well as work on the addition. It took us only three days to lay all the hardwood and tile that had taken me almost two months by myself.

Each day seemed to bring the addition closer to its final metamorphosis. Just when I was sure that things would be done well in time for the wedding, Tina asked if I would mind if she remodeled the bathroom? I knew she was unhappy with the small bathroom, even though it had served me well all these years. I also realized that since she moved in there was a lot more stuff in there and we were frequently moving curling irons, hair dryers and makeup stuff around to use the small counter and sink. I agreed, after she assured me that there would be no problem having it done by the wedding.

The other thing I did was give her free reign on the project design. She could do whatever she chose, as long as it didn’t go over the 10K I had set aside in the bank for my next project. With a grin she agreed that it would not cost me a penny more and that she would take care of the whole thing. I hoped that it would not be overly drastic, given the short period of time to go before the wedding, but just how much could she do on $10K?

I was a little late getting home from work the next day, having had to go do a fitting for my tux, and was somewhat surprised to see three pickups in front of the trailer. Patty was back. The real shock came when I couldn’t even get into my own driveway, it was so full of trucks and a large cement mixer.

I parked by the trailer and walked down the driveway as a continuous line of workers carted wheelbarrow loads of concrete around the end of the house. I followed at a discreet distance and practically fell over when I saw a huge foundation being constructed.

Tina saw me and ran over, giving me a huge hug, her hardhat falling off as she tilted her head back to give me a big kiss.

“Well, what do you think lover?” she asked with a big smile.

“It looks….big!” I said trying not to look concerned.

“Not too big.” She answered. “Come on. I’ll show you the plans.” She continued as she drug me by the hand up onto the deck where a small table was set up with a set of blueprints. It was pretty clear that she was adding on a section out the back that included the bathroom and a new larger walk in closet. “Pretty cool huh?” she beamed as I looked over the plans that showed a step down bathroom with a sunken corner whirlpool tub, framed with windows so you could look out over the valley behind the house, a double head shower stall, and a large counter with dual sinks.

“Um… yeah. Not to be a wet blanket, but two questions. Is it going to be done in time and how much is it going to cost me?”

“Silly man! Why do you think Patts is back? Of course it will be done, and as far as cost… I promised it wouldn’t cost YOU a penny more than 10K. I never said it wouldn’t cost me anything. Besides, part of it is the girls wedding present to us.”

“Ok.” I said with a shrug. “As long as you have it under control I won’t say a word.”

“Well, kırşehir escort I don’t know if I have it completely under control.” She said as she followed me inside the house. “There is one little thing.”

“And that is?” I asked as I headed to the bedroom to change, stopping dead in my tracks when I reached the door.

“Um… we don’t have a bathroom or closet until it’s done, so we’re just going to have to use the guest bath.”

“I guess so.” I answered as I looked at the missing floor and walls were where the bathroom used to be, and all our furniture and clothes shoved to one side of the room.

It was nearly eight by the time the concrete work was done and Patties crew had headed out for the night. The girls decided we should go out to dinner and celebrate, which we really hadn’t done yet. I agreed and went to change while the girls fought over the one bathroom, which turned out to take well over half an hour. It was worth the wait. The three of them looked absolutely stunning. There was no doubt that they were sisters, and each was dressed to the max. Tina was wearing a very short halter dress that seemed to shimmer as she moved and turned. As she pirouetted for me, it was clear by her bare back that she couldn’t possibly have a bra on under the lose material of the top, which had my dick almost Immediately getting hard. Patty was wearing an extremely tight short black skirt that barely covered the top band of her stockings. Her snug cream colored sleeveless top seemed to hug her tits and left plenty of doubt about the presence of any bra. Sandy was the most conservatively dressed of the three, wearing a white silk blouse and red mini-skirt. Her white stockings and heels gave her an almost “come fuck me” look while the rest of her looked like “don’t you wish”. In some ways I felt underdressed as we headed out the door to the suburban.

Dinner was great, and the four of us spent as much time talking as eating. I had to admit that I had a LOT of looks from other guys as we came and went, and I have to admit it felt pretty damn good.

The girls wanted to go out for a drink after dinner and I agreed. Not being much of a drinker myself, I told them I would be the designated driver so they could enjoy. Each of them gave me a kiss for being so kind. Kind heck, it was more self preservation. Last thing I wanted to do around Tina was to get sloshed and get handsy with one of her sisters.

We pulled into the lot of the only real club in town and the ladies got out and I walked to the door with one on each arm and Patty following close behind. I think the head of half the guys in the place turned when we walked in. These three were real attention getters, and they way they were dressed screamed “look at me”. A number of the unattached guys in the place came by and made a play for one of the girls, but each time they were rebuffed, and told that they were with me, which drew a combination stares that included both annoyance and admiration.

After a half a dozen stiff drinks and about an hour of taking turns dancing with each of them, I suggested that we head out, we had a long day the next day, and the girls were getting pretty well lubricated. We walked out of the club and I opened the doors on one side for the girls to get in. Patty climbed in the back seat and slid across, her skirt hiking well up her legs in the process. Even in the dim light of the dome light I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt, which certainly explained the looks she got during the few dances we had. Sandy climbed in after her, unintentionally giving me a good view of her very small red bikini panties up under her tiny red skirt. When I looked up it was clear that Patty saw me looking, even if Sandy didn’t. I closed the door, somewhat embarrassed, and helped Tina into the front seat. She leaned over and kissed me long and wet before whispering, “That’s for being such a gentleman.”

I wasn’t sure I was such a gentleman, after getting caught looking up Sandy’s dress, but I accepted the kiss and closed the door, going around to get in.

We were barely out of the parking lot when Patty called from the back seat.

“Hey sis. Did you see your boyfriend checking out Sandy’s panties?” I figured I was dead meat now.

“Yeah… He did take a pretty long look, didn’t he?” Tina called back, grinning at me to let me know I had most certainly been caught.

“Well, he was checking out my pussy too!” Patty called with a laugh.

“Not like he hasn’t seen it before!” Tina called back. “Sandy on the other hand…” she said, letting it hang out there.

“Yeah. Never seen that one has he.”

“Not going to neither!” Sandy chided back somewhat drunkenly.

“Ohhhhh big talk!” Patty chided. “You’re just afraid to have a guy check you out. You are way too scared girl.”

“I’m not scared!”

“OH yes you are!” Patty shot back.

The argument went on for almost two minutes, sounding malatya escort much like a couple kids before it got quiet. I damn near swerved off the road when a pair of tiny red panties came sailing over the back seat, landing on the steering wheel in front of me. I could see that the crotch was clearly damp as she called back that she was not scared.

“That’s nothing!” Patty called before the sound of some rustling. A few moments more and her tight black skirt landed on the dashboard in front of me. If I wasn’t hard before, the thought of Patty sitting back there half naked took care of that. The girls went at it again chiding each other, Sandy calling Patty an exhibitionist slut and Patty calling Sandy a wimpy priss. The two argued like only sisters can, calling each other names and laughing at the same time, while I drove toward the edge of town. I tried to ignore the chatter because it was simply too tempting to look in the back.

Things got quiet for a few moments and I thought it was finally over when a small red skirt flew threw through the air, landing next to the black one on the dash. Patty was cheering and whooping from the back seat and Tina was laughing almost uncontrollably at the look on my face. Patty upped the ante by tossing over her top, which should have left her with nothing but her stockings and shoes on. Tina unhooked her seat belt and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek and stroke my straining dick through my pants.

“You poor man. Getting teased this way.” She whispered with a bit of a giggle.

“I’m sure I’ll survive.” I whispered back, trying not to react to the on-goings in the back seat too much.

“You are so brave!” she cooed in my ear, temporarily drowning out the continued laughing and arguing in the back seat. As I drove toward the city limits, things began to thin out, traffic and building wise, and I was able to relax slightly, which only lasted a few moments. I felt Tina pulling my zipper down while she giggled. “Why don’t you let me help you get a bit more comfortable?” She cooed as she worked my raging hardon out of my pants and underwear.

“Whatever you want.” I responded for a lack of anything better to say. Fortunately it wasn’t much farther home.

I felt Tina wrap her warm mouth around my exposed head as Sandy’s silk blouse sailed through the air, landing on Tina’s back. I couldn’t help but groan at the thought of the two women in the back seat practically naked, a thought confirmed by a quick look in the rear view mirror, and Tina’s excellent ministrations on my dick. Tina seemed to be unwilling to let me cum, pulling her mouth from my member just as I felt things begin to build toward that end.

“Not yet.” She cooed as she sat up and kissed my cheek wetly.

I turned into the driveway and parked in front of the garage. Before I had the truck even in park, the back doors flew open and the two girls were running down the wooden walk toward the rear of the house, their almost naked bodies illuminated by the headlights. I got out of the truck and walked around to get Tina, opening the door with one hand and holding my pants up with the other.

“Carry me!” she said simply. I started to zip my pants up and she put her hand over mine and just sat there, shaking her head. I shrugged and bent over and pulled my shoes off and then my pants, which she took from me and tossed in the back seat. I slipped my shoes back on and then lifted her from the truck, pushing the door closed with my naked ass.

I carried my soon to be wife down the boardwalk, my hard dick swinging back and forth and bouncing up into her butt as I walked. She giggled and pulled herself tighter to my neck as I rounded the corner. The girls had started the hot tub and their heels were tossed aside on the deck while they were both deep in the water. I stopped by the side of the tub and kicked my shoes off, stepping down into the water, still holding Tina, fully dressed.

She squealed as I sat down, dunking us both into the water. Once I had her situated on my lap I was able to free a hand to pull her shoes off, which she was still holding above the water level. I tossed them aside and then went to work on her dress, working the soaking wet material down her body and finally off. I tossed it aside and then pulled her skimpy panties off, leaving her completely naked except for her stockings.

Tina slid from my lap and pulled my shirt off and threw it to the deck with a loud plop and then slid onto my lap and began playing with my dick while she sensuously kissed me. I allowed my hands to roam all around her body, coming to rest on her large firm tits. I always was a tit man, and she had a nice pair. I tweaked her nipples and she groaned softy into my mouth.

“You love tits, don’t you?” She panted after breaking the kiss.

“That I do.”

“Wanna fuck a big pair of tits?” she whispered.

“Ohhhhh I’d love to fuck your tits.” I groaned as she squeezed my dick.

“Good! Don’t niğde escort go away!” she said as she practically jumped out of the tub and ran into the house. I sat in the swirling water watching Patty and Sandy sitting on the opposite side of the tub, heads back, moaning softly in pleasure. I was pretty sure that neither had their own hand in their laps at that moment.

Tina came back out with a large bottle of lotion and practically jumped into the water next to me.

“Ok stud. First you gotta make me cum!” She said as she slid onto my lap.

“That would be my pleasure.” I responded as I pulled her close to me. To her surprise I stood up and turned around, setting her on the edge of the tub, releasing her so she could lean back. “by the way… I enjoy doing this too.” I said as I bent over and lowered my head between her now spread legs. It was no lie, I very much enjoyed licking a good pussy as much as I enjoyed sliding my dick into it. I knelt down into the water as I kissed one of her thighs just above her soaked stockings, gently working my way up to her pussy lips. I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue before kissing her other thigh.

“Oh god! Don’t tease me… Not right now!” She said in a demanding voice.

“Yes dear!” I replied before I pressed my tongue as deep into her already spread lips as I could. I licked up her wet pussy and across her hard clit, eliciting a sharp intake of air.

“Ohhhhhhh yes!” she moaned as I flicked her hard nub several times in quick succession before sliding down and driving deep into her again. I made this trip several times, each time working her clit a little longer and a little harder.

“OH FUCK!” she screamed into the night as I sucked her clit into my mouth and squeezed it with my lips. Her whole body trembled and shook as I flicked my tongue across the trapped tip of her clit. Her legs closed around my head in a vice grip that felt like it would never release. Slowly her orgasm passed, allowing me to spread her legs and gently kiss her pussy before sliding forward and picking her up. I lowered her down into the water until she was sitting on my lap, panting for breath.

“God that felt good!” she said as she moved her face to mine to give me a wet kiss. “Now it’s your turn!” She pushed away and slid off my lap. Standing up she turned to look over at Sandy. “You ready sis?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” Sandy replied, sliding forward in her seat and sitting up until her huge tits were above the water level. It was the first time I had ever seen them completely uncovered, and I had to admit they were impressive. Each tit was about the size of three quarters of a good sized cantaloupe, each one topped off with a two inch areola and a puffy nipples that were nearly an inch in diameter and a half an inch high. Don’t get me wrong, I really really like the way my future wife’s tits look, but these were…a work of art, which she seemed almost ashamed to show off.

Turning back to me, Tina held out her hand for me. “I know you wanted to see these, so here’s your big chance, you might as well enjoy it!”

“HUH?” I asked clearly confused as I took her hand and allowed her to pull me up.

She slid her body around behind me and pressed her tits into my back and played with my hard dick, now exposed above the water. “Are you telling me you don’t want to fuck them?” she whispered in my ear as Sandy reached out and replaced Tina’s hand with her own.

“I didn’t say that.” I said, staring at the massive tits.

“Good. This is your chance.” Tina whispered in my ear as Patty got the lotion and squirted a bunch on my cock, which Sandy quickly massaged into me. Patty also squirted a bunch on Sandy’s tits and went to work massaging the massive mounds of flesh, to Sandy’s obvious pleasure. I probably would have just stood there and let Sandy jack me off, mesmerized a the sight of the her tits being massaged by Patty, who had now slid around to behind her, Patty’s tits acting as a pillow for Sandy’s head, if Tina hadn’t been behind me, pressing me forward.

It only took a few small steps and Sandy had my dick nestled into the canyon between her tits. She let go of my dick and pressed her tits tight around my dick. I didn’t need any further encouragement, the more primal part of my mind knew exactly what to do, and my body easily followed along. Within seconds I was stroking the full length of my cock up between her tits, the head poking out the top with each stroke. Patty was still reaching around and playing with the exposed parts of Sandy’s nipples and allowing her fingers to play with my balls at the end of each stroke.

“OHHHH” I groaned as I felt my load begin to make the trip into the world. Sandy leaned her head down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth as it appeared above her tits, giving it a quick suck before it disappeared again. She repeated this several times before I pushed up into her tits the final time, the first shot of hot cum lancing out into her mouth. She gagged slightly and pulled her head from my spurting dick, allowing my next shot of cum to shoot straight into the air, falling back onto her tits. Patty cried in delight with each spurt of hot white goo that landed on Sandy’s tits, moving her hands to the warm liquid to rub it around.

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“Did you have a good nap?”

“Mmmhmmm, I was worn out.”

“Really, how come?”

“Mmmmm, somebody kept me busy earlier today, I was exhausted.”

“But you’re rested now?”

“Yeah, I think so. What have you got in mind?”

“Dinner, got to make sure you have plenty of energy,” and he produced take out from a nearby restaurant and began setting it on the table in the room.

I reached for my robe and dropped into a chair, snuggling into my robe, appreciating the spicy aroma as he opened each container. “Mmmm, that smells good.”

We sat and ate, talking about random things, enjoying the food and the company. I tried several times to move my chair closer to his, to reach out to touch, ready to forget about food, wanting instead to feel his body pressing into mine again. He wouldn’t let me, he just kept talking. I gave up trying to distract him back into bed, and began eating, until I felt his foot snake up my leg, caressing all the way up my calf, then, further up until he pushed my thighs apart. I closed my eyes, and let my head fall forward, allowing the sensations to roll through me. He pushed forward a little more so that he grazed along my clit, and I jumped, my head snapped up, and my eyes locked with his. I felt my face flush as I held his gaze. I wanted to look away, but his eyes burned into mine, and I couldn’t. My entire body reacted, aroused more than I wanted to admit to myself by just the pressure of his foot on my thighs, my calves, and back up again.

Scared by how easily I reacted to him, I tried to will my body to stop, even as I felt a warm, languid feeling ease through my body. My eyes narrowed, nearly to a glare. This was a control I hated to lose more than any other. My body wouldn’t listen to me. My body was betraying me, wanting him more and more, reaching for him, even as my mind demanded control tokat escort back. It was too late. Too late to deny that the slick warmth I felt between my legs was for anyone but him. I know he could see the hesitation, the indecision in my eyes, so he stood and walked around behind me. He pulled the luxurious robe off my shoulders and leaned down to bite my neck. All that was left of my hesitations vanished as my head rolled forward to give him better access. He pulled me to my feet, and turned me around, pulling my chin up to look him in the eye. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing that matters.” I sighed as I rose up on my toes to try to kiss him.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmmm, yeah, I’m really sure,” I sighed as I leaned farther into him, feeling the evidence of his body’s reaction to me pressing into my stomach. “Why are you still dressed?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you take care of that.”

“My pleasure,” I smiled as I pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed him to the bed so I could pull it off. Another push had him lying on the bed where I could better deal with the next obstacle, his pants. I eased the zipper down and his impatience got the better of him as he sat up to pull them completely off. He rolled over on top of me, covering me with his body, pressing me into the bed. I wrap my arms up around his neck as I sigh contentedly, enjoying the weight of him, the pressure of him covering me completely. He leaned down to nip at my neck, moving up towards my ear. He took his time, stopping to kiss, to nip, to enjoy my tender flesh.

He turned my head to the other side and worked the same magic up to my other ear where he stopped to whisper words I don’t know I even understood, my body was too far gone, too far melted to understand the soft words he spoke. He bit down on my ear lobe and yozgat escort my body pulsed in reaction, my nails dug into his shoulders, and my hips pushed up into him. My fingers drifted up to lace through his hair as I pulled his mouth to mine. I savor the sensations of his mouth on mine. He adjusts our bodies so that he can slowly enter me, keeping a slow steady rhythm matching that of his tongue as he moves slowly over my body. It is a slow burn, but a hot one. Seconds melted into minutes as he continued the slow, seductive rhythm. The orgasm that shook my body was not a sudden flash, but the result of the slow, sultry movement. My breath came in short pants as I feel the blood pulse through my body, through my muscles as I try to press my self even closer to him.

As my breathing returned to normal, I opened my eyes to meet his ice blue gaze and sighed, “wow.”

He smiled down at me, “Like that did you?”

“Don’t look so smug, damnit,” I said as I pushed on his shoulder, thinking to roll both of us over.

“I don’t think so,” he laughed, “I’m not through with you here just yet.”

“Mmmm, what else did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” he said as he ran his hands down my legs to pull them up so that my feet were planted on his chest. I expected a faster rhythm as he began again to move inside of me, but he continued the slow torture. His hand ran down my thigh, and around to stroke my ass. He dug his fingers into the flesh, squeezing, massaging with firm, strong movement. I pushed my hips forward, trying to control the movement if only for a moment, but it was enough to bring another orgasm slamming through my body.

“Oh, wow,” I sighed.

Instead of letting me recover, he kept moving, with maddening control, strong sure strokes, like he did everything. So sure of himself, and of zonguldak escort what he was doing to me. His hands roamed my body, teasing, touching, caressing in an unhurried way. I felt my body moving to climax again, and wanted release frantically. I wanted him to feel the same desperate need that I was feeling. I tried to hang on, wanting to prolong this pleasurable pressure I felt, but, even of that I didn’t have control. His hand slid to my belly, then below, to lightly graze over my clit, and my hips bucked forward in release. The tremors that wracked my body were more intense than any earthquake, and the small aftershocks that seemed to keep coming as he continued the light caresses over my clit.

Again, my eyes drifted to his, reading the satisfaction there, the near gloating in his eyes as he smiled down at me again. He enjoyed that I had no control over my body, or of his. He enjoyed knowing I was satiated, satisfied as I lay there beneath him. As if sensing I could not take any more of the slow torture, he began moving again, but with a more frantic tempo. I saw a change in his eyes, I saw the same animal desire that I knew mine held for him. Finally, I saw that he was not quite so unaffected by this as he wanted to be. There were no pretenses in the look he gave me. It burned into me, that heavy lidded gaze, seeing my own passion, my own wants and desires being given right back to me. He now held my hips, holding me in place as he pushed harder and faster into me, not stopping, even as I rode through one, then another orgasm. He stopped only to push farther into me, harder into me, as I felt him finally cum, pulsing into me, filling me more than I realized I could be filled.

“Wow,” he said lightly against my ear as he collapsed beside me.

“That’s my line,” I smiled as I turned to him.

“Yeah, well, it seemed to fit.”

“Yes, yes it did,” I murmured as I watched him close his eyes, slipping slowly into sleep. I took the opportunity to run my hands down his body, exploring his body as he slept in vulnerable peace beside me. Soon, though, I too stretched, rolled to my stomach, and closed my eyes as well.

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Louis sat at a corner, out of the way table where he could watch anyone coming and going. It was early. He’d been back home a day, but hadn’t had the courage to visit his grandmother to tell her his decision, not to mention that flying for half the night had worn him out; particularly since he hadn’t been able to sleep on the plane. He had intended to talk to Lonnie after Chrissy fell asleep, but when he went to look for her, he’d found her in a hot and heavy fivesome with two other girls and two guys. He knew he had no right to, but he felt very angry and jealous. So, he decided to depart.

Once back in his hometown, he’d slept at home in his own bed for most of the day and half the night. Knowing he had to tough it up, he arose, showered—finally washing off the remnants of his time with Chrissy, which might have turned out to be the best part of the entire trip—and came to the old diner for a late breakfast before going to see his grandmother.

However, sitting alone in this empty diner at ten a.m. in the morning, where he’d first met Vermeil Chaleur, a.k.a. Lonnie Carter, brought with it a myriad of confusing thoughts. His life had always been fairly simple: go to school, be harassed by the so-called “cool” kids, have hardly any friends, take care of his grandmother, and manage to get in some porn as much as he could. He’d done more in the last four days with Lonnie than he had done in his entire life before; not just the sex, but everything. Now, he had doubts about whether he had acted too harshly. Did he really want to give all of that up to return to this mundane life?

On the other hand, wasn’t being paid to have sex a form of prostitution? How demeaning was that? Regardless of the lifestyle it offered, could it be argued that in any job you sold yourself for money? Because it was sex, did that make it any different? Or was that merely a societal belief?

Louis was giving himself a headache. What would life back in home town bring? More harassment by his former classmates? He’d have to find a job. Where? In a—

“Can I get you something?”

Looking up, Louis was rendered speechless by the waitress who stood before him. She was beautiful! She looked hot in a clean, white, somewhat see-through, tight-fitting old-time waitress dress: short, button-up-the-front, some of the top buttons undone to show cleavage . . . and if that wasn’t enough, she was . . . Angela! He remembered the last time he saw her several days ago, the last day of school when she wrote something unkind in his yearbook. It was also here in the diner. What was she doing working here? That was turning out to be a memorable day—not necessarily for the best of reasons. And she obviously didn’t recognize him with his new haircut, clothes and no glasses.

“Oh, my!” she said, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “You’re . . . I just saw you—” then she strangely clammed up, almost embarrassed.

Or maybe she did recognize him. “Saw me where?”

“Uh, uh—”

“Please. Where do you remember me from?” Did she really recognize him? Surely the haircut, clothes and no glasses couldn’t be that great a disguise.

Angela took a deep breath. “In a movie.”

“A movie?” Louis questioned, to make certain she wasn’t thinking he was someone else. Also, it wouldn’t surprise him that Lonnie had released all or part of it on the internet.

“Y-yes,” she answered hesitantly.

“Where?”

“On the internet. It was . . . this is embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“It was a . . . a . . . p-porno movie.”

“Why are you embarrassed to say that?”

“You’re not from here, are you? Small town like this, folks don’t think too much of people who watch that stuff. Particularly females.”

He nodded. “Did you like it?”

Again, hesitant, Angela finally stammered, “Yes.”

“Are you ashamed to admit you like porno?”

“Was that really you?”

“Which scene was it?”

“Uh, with Carly Saunders.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Well then, I guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit I like porn to someone like you, who is in X-rated movies.”

“Would you like to sit?” Louis was enjoying this. She really thought he was somebody. What would she do if she knew who he really was?

“Can’t. I’m working.”

He made a show of glancing around the small diner. “There’s no one else here.”

“Well, maybe for just a minute,” she relented, now seemingly eager to talk to him. “I’m Angela.”

“Rob,” Louis answered, half of his surname quickly occurring to him as an alias.

“I’ve never met a real porn star before.”

Louis wanted to burst out laughing. Here she was acting like this little small town country bumpkin when all through high school she fancied herself this all-American girl, big cheerleader, popular with all the guys. “I put my pants on one leg at a time.”

“When you put them on,” she quipped nervously.

“Making those movies is not as much fun as karaman escort you might think it is. A lot of stopping and starting. When the director calls cut, you have to stop in place.”

“But you get to have sex with hot women. The girls get to have sex with hot guys. I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

“So you like having sex?” Louis deduced.

Angela hung her head. “It’s why I’m so popular with all the guys.” There was sadness in her tone, perhaps even regret.

“Any of them any good?”

“Not like you. Or at least what I saw in the video.”

“So, you’d like to have sex with me?” Louis was so enjoying this.

“Of course!” she said with a big smile.”

The girl of his high school dreams could be his with a wave of his hand. Could he really do that to her? Be deceptive? Still, he was enjoying this too much. “You and I are not all that different, you know.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m from a small town also,” Louis stated, similar to what Lonnie had told him.

“That’s really hard to believe.”

“Everybody’s got to be from somewhere.” Those were also Lonnie’s words.

Angela merely shrugged, then leaned closer. “I get—”

But before she could finish, in walked two jocks and two girls that were all part of the clique that used to (probably still would if he stayed here) hassle him. It was about to get interesting. Mike, Angela’s sometimes boyfriend, approached.

“Hey, Angie baby, what’s up?”

“Mike, guys, come see who’s here.”

The group clamored around Louis’ table.

“Anybody recognize him?” Angela asked. She stood beside Louis and put her arm around his shoulder as though she had first claim to him.

“That’s the dude from the movie last night,” one of the girls said excitedly. “Hey, is your cock really that big?” she stupidly asked.

Louis merely shook his head in stupefaction.

The others all mumbled something.

“Dude, what are you doing in a place like this?” Mike asked.

“I’m not sure,” Louis replied, intentionally vague. He could see in Mike’s eyes that he did not care for Angela’s attention to him. To add insult, Louis reached up and put his arm around Angela’s waist making certain his hand was touching her ass.

“We’re all headed to the beach,” Mike said. “We’ll wait for you.”

“You guys go ahead,” Angela told them. “Still a while before I get off. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Giving Louis the evil eye, Mike was not quick to move.

“Go on, guys,” Angela urged. “Unless you’re going to eat, I’ll get in trouble if you just hang around.”

“Okay,” Mike reluctantly agreed. “But don’t be long.”

“I’m not your girlfriend. I’ll be there when I get there.” After they were gone, Angela explained, “The beach is really just a short stretch of sand on a secluded lake on private property. The owner is a friend of Mike’s dad and lets us go there. It’s really just a place for us to go and get naked and fool around.”

Louis nodded. Of course, he knew about the “lake.” “So, does everybody pair off? Are you and Mike—”

“He’s not my boyfriend, although he thinks he is. But he screws the other girls and I screw the other guys. It’s almost like an orgy.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I’ve never done a real orgy. Not sure what one really is. Have you ever done one?”

“Oh, sure,” Louis said as if it happened all the time, milking this for all it was worth. “Was at one just a couple of nights ago in L.A.”

“Really? Tell me about it.”

“We finished shooting the movie you saw and had a party,” Louis said. “Everybody was fucking everybody.”

Angela’s eyes lit up. “Before the others came in, I started to say that I get off in a few minutes. Would you like to go somewhere?”

“You told the others you didn’t get off for a while.”

With a wicked smirk, she said, “Well, I was kinda hoping you and I could get together.”

Louis had an instant debate with himself about the urgency of seeing his grandmother versus fucking the girl he had a crush on and the dishonesty of doing it under false pretenses. Would fucking Angela without her knowing who he was be as sweet? But he also realized that that was the only way it was likely to happen, so he’d deal with any conscience issues later. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe we could go somewhere.”

“Like?” He wondered if she was really that naive to not know he was toying with her.

“I don’t know. Maybe I could audition for you.”

“Audition?”

“Maybe if you thought I was good enough, you could put me in one of your movies.”

“You want to do porn?”

“I want to get out of here. I like having sex. One could be my ticket to the other.”

“Then, why are you working here?” Louis asked, wanting to know anyway.

“I don’t really have the means to go to college right now, particularly since my grades weren’t all that good.” He could hear the kars escort regret. “Just saving up to get out of here.”

Louis nodded his understanding.

“Are you staying at the hotel?”

There was only one in town. To call it a hotel was kind. Louis thought quickly. He couldn’t take her to his grandmother’s house. That would identify him. Other possibilities ran through his mind. He remembered where Lonnie hid a key to her mother’s house. Maybe she wouldn’t mind. Maybe she wouldn’t know. “I’m actually staying at someone’s house.”

“Oh.” Angela’s mood instantly deflated.

“Alone.”

Her smile lit up again. “Then let’s go there.”

“Yes. Let’s.” He hoped Angela didn’t know whose house it was.

It was a short walk. But she did. “This is Mrs. Carter’s house.”

Somewhat prepared, Louis asked, “Who?”

“Mrs. Carter. She used to work at the diner. She’s in an assisted living facility here in town. Her daughter, Lonnie, owns the diner and was nice enough to give me a job here. Do you know her?”

Containing his surprise, Louis said, “Uh, friend of a friend. Do you know her?”

“No. I just talked to her on the phone.”

Louis secretly breathed his relief, but also wondered why Lonnie never mentioned she owned the place.

He quickly found the key and let them in. Once inside, Angela’s demeanor seemed to change instantly. She became sultry, her gait turning into a teasing sway. She pivoted tauntingly toward him and asked, “So, now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?”

“Does your mother know where you are, what you’ve come here for?” Louis asked in kind. “What will she think of you?”

“She’d think I was a bad girl.”

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”

“I am a bad girl. What are you going to do about it?” she challenged.

“Bad girls must be punished. Maybe you need to be spanked.”

Angela’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, yeah,” she purred, “I like to be spanked.”

“Well, then maybe we need to take care of that,” Louis suggested, leading her into the nearest bedroom directly to the bed. Bending her over it, he ordered, “Assume the position.”

She did.

“Ready?”

“Wait.” With a wicked grin, Angela lifted the bottom of her dress and pulled her panties down and kicked them off. With her dress still raised, she hiked one leg up resting her knee on the bed, her ass exposed. “Ready.” She grimaced in anticipation of a sting.

But as they were being playful, Louis just tapped her a couple of times. Angela pretended as though it hurt, so he gently rubbed her soft cheeks.

Now, she stood. “That wasn’t much of a punishment. I’m still feeling like a bad girl.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” Louis stepped closer to her and ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. He rubbed it a bit, feeling moisture. Pulling her to him, he put his arms around her waist, lifted her dress and grabbed her bare buttocks. He gave each another love tap.

“Ooh!” she giggled. “Spank me again!”

Louis was playing along, but he wondered if she really liked it rough or was just toying with him. Still, he pushed her down onto the bed and gave her another swat on her butt. Again, she giggled. Soothingly, he rubbed her ass once more. She twisted her trunk onto its side. He slid his hand up to cup her nicely rounded breast, marveling over the fact that he was actually engaged in this activity with the girl of his dreams. He leaned in to kiss her.

“Oh, yeah,” Angela cooed. “Make me a bad girl.”

Louis eased down to kiss her ass—which she had told him to do many times during school. Little did either know . . .

Angela spread her legs a little farther apart allowing Louis’ tongue to reach her ever dampening pussy. “Oh, yeah!” she cried.

So, he turned her completely onto her back spreading her thighs and attacked her vagina with his mouth. It wasn’t as tasty as Lonnie’s or Chrissy’s or even Carly’s, but it was Angela.

She moaned her pleasure. “You really are good at this.”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

While he was driving her crazy with his tongue, Angela undid the top of her dress. She stopped him long enough to sit up, pull the garment off her shoulders and remove her bra. Cupping her own tits and pulling her nipples, she asked, “What do you think of these?”

“Verrrrry nice,” he complimented, although again, they weren’t as nice as Chrissy’s and certainly not the caliber of Lonnie’s or Carly’s. But once more, they were Angela’s, so he fondled them, squeezed her nipples, kissed her tits and sucked on the nipples.

She moaned her pleasure and Louis wondered if it was because he was that much better than her jerky boyfriends or the mental stigma that she thought a porn star was doing this to her. He gave her a passionate kiss on her mouth again, and then returned to her pussy. She held her head up in her hand so she could see, and with the other hand, she cupped kıbrıs escort his head and held it firmly against her pussy.

“I can’t believe I’m actually with a porn star!”

“Well, here’s something very porn-like,” Louis said, having seen it in a movie himself. He brought her legs together and turned them to one side so that only her pussy and asshole were exposed. He thought about really giving her the treatment by licking her anus, but shied away from that not knowing about her hygiene. Instead, he slid a finger in her pussy and finger fucked her. Adding another finger caused her to throw her head back in pleasure. After a minute of this, he decided it was time to get down to business.

Louis undid and removed his pants and underwear, and then climbed onto the bed laying on his back with his head propped up on pillows. He had a good hard on so he held his cock straight up to make it appear even larger.

“Oh, wow! Look at that thing!” Angela quickly stood and removed her dress entirely, and then jumped on the bed between Louis’ legs. She couldn’t grab his cock and shove it in her mouth fast enough. She dribbled some saliva on it and then bobbed up and down. To his surprise, she was actually pretty good. And she really got into it as though she was desperately trying to impress him. If nothing else, she could be a good fluffer.

Louis rotated her around so they could do a sixty-nine. It worked for a minute, but it was an awkward position, so she rotated again.

“I want you to really fuck me.” And with that, she positioned her pussy directly over his cock, grabbed hold of it and guided it inside her. A moan/cry type of sound seeped through her lips as she sank to the hilt. “I’ve never had anything this big in me before. I may split apart!”

He chuckled.

She just sat there as though adjusting to his size. Then she started bouncing and he raised his hips to meet her thrusts. She leaned forward slapping his face with her tits. He grabbed her ass cheeks and held on as she rode him harder and faster. She continually changed up, sliding around in a circle instead of going up and down, gliding forward and back, and then, strangely, without extracting herself, she turned completely around, his cock never leaving the warm embrace of her steaming pussy. Now she went up and down again, riding a bucking bronco, emitting pleasurable sounds in accompaniment. When Louis started thrusting, she held herself still, allowing him to really pound her. He reached around and rubbed her clit and alternated playing with her breasts.

The sounds she was making suggested she was delirious. From what he could see her eyes were shut tight. Then her whimpering accelerated becoming more high-pitched, and seconds later, she came in a shuddering orgasm.

Louis allowed her a minute or so to come down before moving her off of him and getting off of the bed. He pulled her onto the floor also and bent her over the bed to take her from the rear. But before he could begin, they were jolted when the there was a loud rap on the door. Louis jumped into some pants and headed for the door, fretting who it could be. The house was old and there was no peep hole, nor could he see who it was through the window. He opened the door only enough to see and it was not whom he anticipated.

“Where’s Angela?” Mike asked with a hint of aggravation. He was backed up by the other guy and two girls.

“Who is it, Rob?” Angela asked, stepping up behind him, having slipped on only her waitress dress and then only buttoning enough buttons to be somewhat decent, but sexy as all hell.

“Angela?” Mike bellowed, pushing the door open and barging in. When he saw her, he nearly came unglued. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“That’s exactly what we were doing,” she retorted defiantly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“You fucking whore! When I saw you hanging all over this guy, I didn’t think you’d be working.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m not your girlfriend,” Angela promptly told him.

“And you don’t have near what he has between your legs.”

The others giggled at the put-down. But it infuriated Mike, who looked ready to tear Louis’ head off.

At that moment, another group of people entered. The former high schoolers turned to watch five beautiful women walk in. All were dressed in business dresses that showed off all of their curves, cleavages and legs in a very tasteful way.

“There you are, Louis,” Lonnie said, approaching the group. “Is there a problem here?”

“Louis, I wish you wouldn’t go off without telling us,” Carly mockingly scolded.

“Louis?” Angela repeated in disbelief. “You said your name was Rob.” Her mind went to work. “Louis Rob . . . oh, my, now I recognize you. You’re Louis Robbins.” The distaste in her tone was clear.

“That’s right,” he said proudly.

“Oh, no! I just fucked Louis Robbins.” The shock on her face was instant and complete. Angela studied his face for a moment. “The Louis Robbins I know would never have been capable of doing what I saw you do on screen.”

“And yet,” Louis said, “we just did it. You think a different haircut and clothes and no glasses make me a different person?”

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When Ryan got home from his doctor’s appointment, he ran in the house, found his mother shelling butterbeans and without thinking said, “I got a job today at Dr. Larkin’s office.” And then on to the next subject, “Mom, what are you cooking tonight…I’m hungry.”

She laughed and said, “That’s great; tell me about the new job.”

“I will later,” He said.

“OK then, can’t you see that I’m shelling beans. Your father picked this pan full and I’m going to cook us a mess tonight. He loves them. I’ve got some potatoes boiling too. By the way, you haven’t told me about this new job. Don’t you have enough to do around here?”

“Oh, it won’t take too much time and I’ll get some extra spending money. I’ll be delivering prescriptions right after school,” Ryan replied. “Are you cooking any ham with the beans?”

“I can fry you two a slice of country ham if you want.”

“Sounds good to me, where’s Dad?”

He’s out in the shelter hooking up the plows to the tractor. He’s going to break land in the morning. Why don’t you go out there and see if you can help him before supper.

Oh! Before you go, take that shirt and those pants off, so I can wash them. Get a T-shirt and a pair of old jeans out of your clean-clothes drawer.”

“Ok, mom,” Ryan said, as he reached behind his head and grabbed the T-shirt and pulled it off.

Without paying any attention to Ryan’s comment, his mother quickly turned and noticed that his shorts had slipped just below his belly button. Every time she saw that little mole sweet memories were played over and over in her mind. She couldn’t help but smile.

*********

As they often studied together Ricki and Ryan gathered in her basement room.

Ryan paused for a few minutes and said to Ricki, “I want you to come with me tomorrow. I know it sounds silly and I know you don’t like the woods, but I want to show you something. In fact, I want to show you something before Doc sees it. You can tell me what you think. We can talk about our plans after we leave this place.”

“What should I wear?”

“Wear some jeans and a sweat shirt. Make sure it’s long sleeves. And that sexy pair of tight jeans looks good on you and makes something in my pants swell. I don’t want you getting into poison ivy. Gym shoes should be ok for your feet.”

“You pervert, anything else,” Ricki asked smiling and reading his thoughts?

“Oh yes! You can bring that book if you want too.”

Ryan met Ricki at 7 am the next morning. He had dressed in a pair of camouflage pants and an olive-green T-shirt that he had bought at the downtown Army-Navy store. A fatigue hat and old work brogans completed his attire.

Ricki bounced out of her house with a book bag draped across her shoulder.

Ryan asked, “What have you got in there?”

She answered, “Mom made us some sandwiches.”

“What else,” Ryan asked expressing additional curiosity?

“I’ll show you later, but for now, you’ll have to wait.”

“Did you bring that book?”

Ricki laughed at Ryan’s poor attempt at hiding his interest in her sex book. “I told you that you’ll just have to wait and find out. By the way, aren’t we past what that book can teach us?”

As they walked down the tractor path past the corn field, Ryan pointed out the ruts that had washed into the route. “Be careful and watch where you walk,” he cautioned, and then asked, “Do you want to taste some cool well-water?” They stopped at the well at the bottom of the hill…she cupped her hands below the spout as he primed the old pitcher pump and drew them a cool drink of clean well-water. When she got to the bridge across the ditch he showed her the two loose boards to avoid when crossing.

She warmed to his caring. With his face badly scared, she knew he was self conscious about his looks. But in her mind, he was one of the most warm-hearted people she knew. He looked good when he wore the patch that she had made. It made him look rugged and manly. Somehow, she felt that things would be different in a good way sometime in the future. One thing she could be sure of was that both were ready and ripe for change. She eagerly anticipated being alone with Ryan as they made their way to his secluded spot in the woods.

They laughed, they joked, she punched him in the ribs and he reached out and pinched her ass as they walked up the hill. Ryan lifted a wire in the barbed wire fence to let Ricki crawl through. “Be careful and don’t let this wire scratch you,” he said.

Ricki picked several honeysuckle flowers, pulled the pistil from the center and placed those sweet smelling petals to her nose. “Oh, that smells good,” she said.

“Yes, and those vines make good string,” said Ryan.

Ricki looked at Ryan like he was crazy and asked, “What in the world are you talking about?”

“You will see.”

They had walked about a half mile before they reached the woods. Through an opening in the dense overgrowth of weeds and vines they walked into a clearing beneath a cluster of several large pine trees. On the ground lay a thick gebze escort mat of pine straw that left an open space, free of underbrush. Ryan directed Ricki to a fallen log and said, “Let’s sit and rest a minute and then I want to show you my back yard.”

Ricki, with a questioned look on her face said, “I know you like this place, but I don’t get it. It’s nice and quite but I don’t see anything.”

“Give it time. You will…you will, trust me.”

Ryan went on to describe the area more. “There’s a creek that runs behind those trees just down that hill. The water is cool and flows over a bed of creek rock all along the back of this patch of woods. See that huge pine tree back against the stream and there is a large rock about one hundred yards upstream? Then out there by the edge of the woods is a beautiful wild dogwood tree and then there’s the opening we just came through. That space represents ‘my new backyard’. I can cover that opening if I want to hide in here.”

Ryan carefully pulled a series of vines over the entrance and said, “This is my secret hiding place. I know every plant. I know those that can be eaten, and I know those that are dangerous. I know their strengths and weaknesses. I coexist with them in perfect harmony and use only those that are necessary to live on. I take and I put back.

In amazement Ricki began to understand a little. “I can’t believe you, this is unbelievable; what else,” she asked?

“In the same way as I have told you about the plants, the same thing is true for the animals.”

“Uh…Oh, you mean there are animals in here, what kind,” Ricki asked with some concern on her face?

Ryan laughed knowing he had a moment to tease Ricki a little said, “There’s snakes, muskrats, raccoons, possum, squirrels, rabbits, and I’ve seen deer track in here. They come and go. This is and was their home before I ever came. I have even named most of them. I’ve got it written down in my log book.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Nope…not now…The first time I spent the night out here, I was a little. When I’m here on the weekends, I don’t bring any food. I live on this environment.” Sometimes I won’t eat for a couple of days before I get here. Then I’ll trap a rabbit or squirrel and eat it.”

“Yuk…how can you do that,” Ricki said with a disgusted barfing motion?

“Don’t worry I don’t eat it raw…I skin it, cook it and with a few herbs I pick around here it’s not too bad.”

“Where did you learn all this,” Ricki asked?

“Doc taught me a lot of it and he gave me a few ‘Survival’ magazines to read. It’s very interesting. I know he doesn’t want me to talk about it…only to friends that I can trust. Ricki you are the only person that I can tell anything too. But you still have to promise not to tell anybody.”

With a tear in her eye, Ricki approached Ryan and placed her arms around his broad shoulders and said, “I won’t let you down. It’s nice to have to have someone I can trust. She smiled and pulled his chest firmly into hers. “Do you think they’ve grown any? I wish there was a place we could hide even further.”

Ryan’s eyes brightened as he looked down into Ricki’s face and said, “I like them just the way they are. They just fit my hands; any more would be wasted. But, let me show you my shelter. It’s right over there.”

“Where, I don’t see it,” said Ricki. “It looks like four trees that have grown together.”

“That’s the whole idea. I’ve tied the trees at the top and covered them with the dense vines and brush growing against the trees. I put in an elevated platform so that we can rest off the ground. All of it is tied together with Wisteria which blooms in the spring and makes it even more difficult for someone to see. I try not to kill the plant so that the vine stays stronger longer. I’ve been in there during a heavy rain without getting wet.”

“Hey that is so cool. How do we climb inside,” Ricki asked, totally amazed at Ryan’s handiwork?

“Here, step up on this heat rock.”

“Is that what you call that? How does it heat?”

“I’ll tell you about it later.” Ryan jumped up on the raised platform and joined Ricki.

Ricki looked around in awe. “It’s bigger in here that it looks. And you can see outside well. That’s looks like a hammock. Did you make that, too?”

“I did. It’s made of thin flexible reeds that I got down by the creek. I arranged them into a flat mat and tied them with honeysuckle vines like we saw on the fence. It’s real comfortable to lie in especially if you put down a towel or cover to lie on.”

“Is it big enough and strong enough for two people to lie in,” asked Ricki?

“I kind of had that in mind when I made it,” laughed Ryan. “I’ve also made a pillow out of a round bundle of reeds and covered it with a continuous wrap of those honeysuckle vines. Then I wrapped in an old quilt and it makes a comfortable pillow. I’ve made everything here in the woods with my hands and with the machete Doc gave me. What do you think? Crawl in and check it out.”

Ricki gümüşhane escort lifted herself into the hammock and asked Ryan to lie down beside her. “Ryan since all of that mess at school yesterday, I want you to show me your dick. I don’t care what they say; when you put it inside me it completely fills me up and makes me feel so good.”

Ryan turned and tickled Ricki’s ribs. “I know one thing; your pussy is just the right size for me.

With a surprising amount of boldness and without hesitation Ricki unsnapped her jeans and removed them, then said, “OK big boy…let’s put that beautiful cock in my pussy and see how long we can last.”

Ryan was surprised at Ricki’s bold statement. Then suddenly, she removed her jeans and quickly reached for his belt. Still somewhat insecure about exposing himself, he could not back down from the challenge. Slowly, he pulled away and said, “Just wait a minute, I’ll do it.”

Ricki turned into the aggressor. She quickly ripped her panties off and reached over and unsnapped Ryan’s boxers. She hesitated slightly, looked down and flashed her eyes in wonder. “Gosh, Ryan what were those other girls looking at, it’s big…no it’s very big. You do have a lot of hair, but it looks sexy to me. Here, let me touch it?”

“Sure, and if you put your hand around it, it will get even bigger…and harder”

Ricky cautiously ran her finger tips along the top side down to its base and tickled her fingers in his mat of pubic hair. “That feels almost as thick as the hair on your head. Just looking at it makes me feel funny.” She noticed that it in fact, had gotten larger and harder. “When I wrap my fingers around it, I can feel your heart beating.”

“What do you think Ricki, Is it OK? Do you think it’s too little?”

“I’ve never seen one before except in dirty picture magazines. When we did it the first time, it felt plenty big to me. Let me look at your balls. That’s where you make the sperm. I read that in the book.” Becoming bolder in her inspection, Ricki pushed his hard dick to the side and looked closely. She cocked her head to one side and then to the other making sure she had viewed his balls from all directions. She took her fingers and touched his scrotum as if to feel its texture. Lightly she touched his balls and said, “They are so tight.”

Ryan responded, “That’s when I have a hard-on. When it’s soft they just hang down in a wrinkled-up sack. Maybe you can see it when I’m not hard, but it seems that when I’m around you its stays half hard all the time.”

Ricki swelled with pride again. “That really is a sweet compliment. I had no idea that anybody with long boney legs, knobby knees and almost no boobs could have that kind of effect on you.”

“It’s my time to scold you. Since the accident and since spending time out here, I’ve begun to look at things different. I see beauty in your height. You will round out those hips and knees and shoulders as you fill out more. Mom says that you will never be cute.”

“What…why did she say that,” Ricki asked? “That hurts.”

“Because she says that you will become beautiful. She says you have high cheekbones, a strong chin and those transparent light blue…ghost-like eyes. She has always told me that and if I didn’t get to work on you I would miss out on something special. But there is no way I could interest any girl with a face like this.”

“Your Mom is a smart woman and nice too and by the way you are beautiful inside and on the outside that rugged look really turns this girl on.”

Ryan thought for a moment, paused and then with some determination said, “And someday this face will be handsome again.”

Ricki continued to slowly stroke Ryan’s dick. Her attention was slow and sensual. Her first touches were of exploration and sensual discovery. It made her all warm inside just knowing that she was making Ryan feel so good.

It was amazing at how the skin would completely pull back and expose the mushroom shaped head and completely cover it as she reversed the stroke. Her sense of touch was shocked at the velvety texture of his swollen knob. On one of the up strokes she squeezed softly and formed a clear liquid drop on the end of his pee hole. In almost a trance-like state and as if someone else pushed her face down she dipped her tongue in the teardrop pool. There was hardly any taste. It’s so clear and tastes so clean and the head is all purple and shiny.

“What if I keep stroking it like this,” Ricki asked?

Ryan drew a deep breath, laughed and said, “You might get a few shots of cream.”

“What if I put my lips around it like this,” asked Ricki?

“Oh I don’t know,” gasped Ryan in a state of heighten sensitivity. Pull off…Stop, stop, I don’t want to shoot-off too soon.”

Ricki lifted and kept up the gentle slow stroking, then asked, “What would your mother say if she could see you now?”

“I already know. She would say something like, ‘You’re just like your real Dad’. And then tears would come in her eyes.”

She izmir escort listened tentatively to Ryan’s last statement, paused for a moment and felt a deep connection with him. His mood changed. She felt his dick soften. Was it her or was it his self consciousness? “Look, Ryan…Your face has been damaged and scarred, but your will is stronger. Your character is stronger. It will take time for another person to know you on the inside like I do. Something tells me that in the future you’re going to look completely different and this scar will be gone.”

After Ryan settled some, Ricki placed his cock gently back into her mouth.

Ryan wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do. At first, he traced his fingers through that fine tuft of hair above her groin. Her legs parted, and his nervous hand traveled lower to cover her vulva. It felt all puffed up. His middle finger dropped between a set of wet and slippery labial lips. Over and over, Ryan stroked up and down her slit. Her body flinched when he unknowingly touched a little nub at the top of her swollen folds. “Did that hurt,” he asked?”

Her admiration for his penis had finally reached a new phase. She removed his cock from her lips and said, it’s time to put this boy to work as she turned over onto her back, spread her legs and pulled Ryan’s mid-section into hers.

Ryan crawled up Ricki’s body kissing her breasts along the way. His cock nestled between her vaginal lips with the tip resting on her clitoris. She then arched her pelvis, in an attempt to facilitate the insertion.

Ryan’s hips flexed inward as Ricki’s legs opened further. She dug her heels into his gluts and pulled him further into that swollen area. He rolled his lower abdomen into her vulva and with a sudden gasp she cradled his entire length. She raised her head and shoulders slightly as she looked down and said, “Look at that thing; I can see it going in. I can feel it going in. That wet stuff leaking out the end is real slick? And do you know what; my pussy is all slick down there too. It feels so good going in.”

“Does it hurt,” Ryan asked?

In response she said, “Oh No…It feels good everywhere…Keep going.”

Ryan was turned on with Ricki’s sexy talk. By now, Ricki’s hand was performing magic. Instinctively she sensed Ryan’s sudden rise in passion. His breathing became heavier. His hips rose on each up stroke. She placed the other hand around his cock just to feel him going in and out.

Ryan’s young cock was very sensitive. They carefully slowed their pace to concentrate on the pleasure the slow stroking Ryan was administering. As much as he tried to make it last longer, he was getting close. The sensitive pleasure of young sex overpowered his will as he approached the point of no return. He tried to give her a little forewarning. “Oh, damn Ricki, it’s happening, you better watch out, here it comes…here it comes.”

By Ryan’s reaction, Ricki knew something was about to happen. She felt his cock swell further. His hips were bucking out of control. At the last possible moment, he jerked and pulled out. She looked down between them as he hovered above.

He could not stop. Ryan let out a loud “Aaaaah” and with a lurch she was amazed at the ropes of milky white substance that was shot out of the end of his dick. Not once but three, four times short spurts of cum were splayed onto her stomach.

Ricki reached for his cock and felt more spasms. Each twitch produced a decreasing amount of Ryan’s viscous semen. As messy as it was, she too, felt warm inside.

She looked at her hand and rubbed the thick, slick cum between her fingers and massaged his ejaculate into her chest. “It feels like creamy soap.” “This should make them grow a little.” Later she lifted her fingers to her nose and said, “it smells strange…but not in a bad way. Then she touched her tongue to her finger to experience the taste and then smiled at Ryan. “It’s not too bad. I could get used to the taste.”

Ryan returned the smile and said, “You are so naughty.” He then settled back on the reed pillow, spread his arms out and let his relaxed eyes close. A nice warm soothing sensation spread from his toes throughout his body. He succumbed to that sleepy satisfied sensation that settles on a freshly spent young man. He had just felt the greatest feeling one would ever experience. He wanted to do it again. But first he needed some rest.

Fastidiously, Ricki took the end of his T-shirt and wiped the excess from her breasts, the end of his dick and from her hands and fingers. She still held onto him and experienced the feel of his dick softening. It was an incredible learning experience. Somehow there was order in this. For the first time in her life she gained a new understanding of man and woman. It was natural; it was shared. Helping someone else enjoy sex made her feel real good inside. She ached for new discovery. She caressed his wilting cock and nurtured its demise. She knew what she wanted, and she had a plan.

He tenderly pulled Ricki down beside him and placed her face in the crook of his neck. Skin on skin, they lay in silence. Then slowly the outside forest crept back into their consciousness. Sounds of a breeze in the top of the trees, birds singing and creek water flowing over rocks provided background for their excursion into adulthood.

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Jeff thought for a bit then said, “Only two more, then I quit. After all, I am driving.” He and his friends had been drinking at the Rushmore Club in Thogoto since early evening. He felt slightly tipsy, but was not drunk. It took hard drinking of very strong alcohol to get him drunk. In fact, his friends could not remember him in that state. Nevertheless it was now true that if he was pulled up by traffic police he would test high above the permitted levels.

They cleared all their bills and filed out. Tonight he was driving the Mercedes 350 SLC. The others went each to their cars. That was the last they saw him alive. On the bypass the car suddenly went into a spin, rolled on the tarmac, then skidded down the slight slope on its roof, crushing it and the occupant. Jeff died of massive head injuries even before the first car came along on that lonely stretch. To make matters worse it was almost 2am.

There were three men and a woman in that car. They fought to extricate the lone man from the wreck, but found he was already dead. While the men had been battling to prise the metal apart, the woman had been calling police and ambulance services. As if they were on standby for just such an event they arrived within twelve minutes. The body was removed to the mortuary after identification. The good samaritans were shocked to learn he was the son of the governor of Kurd county.

The news hit the headlines from six am sending shock waves throughout the nation’s eight counties, but most of all Kurd. Messages of condolences poured in to the radio and TV stations, for the Governor was popular even outside his home county, having served in several capacities in the National Government before running for the gubernatorial seat.

The funeral was sure to draw huge crowds. The police department closed off many roads leading to the farm on which Jeff was to be laid to rest to allow for the procession led by the Archbishop of the Diocese.

Of all events Pamela would not imagine missing the funeral of her classmate, with whom she had shared a desk. She knew all of Jeff’s siblings since they had all attended the same school. As instructed by the police she parked at the Riverside Academy’s playing fields and had to walk to the graveside, along the closed road, into the gate of the homestead and round to the back where she could see the sharp tops of the canopies. She walked into the field with a few minutes to spare, so she went over to where the family were gathering. She paid her respects to the older siblings, finishing with Andrew the youngest. She was immediately struck by his striking similarity to her classmate Jeff. Andrew seemed to remember her best of all; after all he was younger and as usually happens, children take note of those ahead of them more than those in lower classes. In fact he drew her into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Pamela for your message of condolence, and for coming!” he said, sounding sincere. He patted her back familiarly.

She felt a warmth spread through her body. eskişehir escort “You guys were good friends back then. Too bad we scattered across the globe in search of education.”

“Now we are back. Make a point of seeing me when all this is over.”

“Sure. Let me find myself a seat before they are all taken.”

“This canopy has more seats than we can fill. Find a space somewhere in the middle,” pointing.

“Thank you,” as she spotted a row of unoccupied ones. On her way she looked over to where the Governor was seated with his wife, but it was clear the security would not allow her near there.

The service droned on in the fashion of older men, who seemed to like the sound of their own voices imagining that the rest of us shared in that self-absorption. Finally it was time to move to the graveside. Pamela saw Andrew looking behind him as the procession escorting the pall-bearers edged towards the freshly dug grave. She thought that as the religious men had said so much already that there would not be much to say. But no, speaker after political speaker was called forth. Her only consolation was that as soon as he could, Andrew came to where she was standing and they chatted softly, respectfully. He asked for her number by simply opening his phone book, starting a new entry and handing her the phone. Her heart leaped, this being one of her goals in showing up today: to find a way of reaching Andrew at a time when his emotions were heightened. She punched in her number and name, then handed the phone back. He had made her life so much easier by bringing himself into her orbit so willingly.

Finally it was over, the soil returned to the grave and garlands laid. Mourners were invited to some snacks in the field near where the service had been held. After choosing from the snacks offered, Pamela made use of the number she had just been given by sending a message of consolation to Andrew, while she nibbled. She had no idea when he would find time to read his messages.

She walked back to the school to retrieve her car, getting annoyed that her heels kept sinking into the soft, wet ground. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed as she was arriving. Perhaps I was slightly nervous, she told herself. Back in the school field, she got into her car, drove out and back onto the highway. In a little over an hour she was home.

In the evening she checked her WhatsApp messages more than once to see if Andrew had read her message. It made her heart race when she saw it was ‘blue-ticked’ but it fell again when she saw no response. No matter, she said to herself, the man is going through a lot. He will respond when he gets through this. To her great surprise a new message tone sounded in the middle of the night. She woke, rubbed her eyes of sleep and tried to focus them on the screen. There was the reply to her message, and just as if he was the one pursuing her, he gave her a date for the following week. He wanted her to come to dinner at the Sankara in Westlands. If it was an honest-to-goodness gaziantep escort seduction, this was where she would have pretended to be shocked, then hesitate as if she had no interest.

But she had placed herself in his crosshairs by attending Jeff’s funeral. So she indicated her acceptance by asking for further details.

“What time would suit you best, 7 o’clock or later?”

It seemed he was online at that precise moment. “Make it 6:45 for 7,” he confirmed. She wrote back accepting that time.

The days and hours seemed to drag over the rest of the week and over the weekend. After work on Saturday she was lost for what to do all afternoon and evening. Where she always had a destination and company for ‘nyama choma’ (roast meat) and drinks, that day she just pined for Andrew. She prevented herself calling him by main force. She merely had lunch at a quiet restaurant, dragging it to the longest it could possibly take. Then she decided to visit her aunt who lived all by herself, delighting the old lady with that surprise. That visit took her to dusk, and then she really had to home. There she killed time by watching movies from Netflix on her smart TV. Sunday afternoon, when she came home from church, went by like the previous evening. But if she tried to recall the story on any of those movies she came up empty-handed. In truth her mind was fixated on the upcoming dinner with Andrew.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were taken up by work, taking her mind away from her need of Andrew. If he wanted to sleep with her, despite all she had been taught, and society’s heavy approval of sex, she felt that she would not be able to resist him. Why should she hold him back, if they were going to be in each other’s lives; they might as well get into each other’s pants! Her mother, if she discovered her daughter planning to let a man past her panties on the first date would call her all manner of names. So would every woman she had ever known. So would Andrew, if it came to that. She planned to educate him on the primitivism of prevailing attitudes.

Wednesday afternoon came, and her mind was a pulp. She could barely concentrate on the most basic task. She drove home, took a long bath, slipped on a long, figure-hugging dress, with a slit halfway up her right leg, and a low neckline. Andrew would be no proof against her wiles. She drove out of her gate at 6:30 aiming to be at the Sankara just before the agreed 6:45. She turned her car over to the valet and walked into the main doors, oozing seduction.

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“It was a system calculated to defraud women in sex,” she was telling him passionately. “Desire was, and still is, said to be the man’s sole right. The woman’s role is merely to decide whether to ‘give’ or not. That way, women were deluded into thinking that they had real power in bed, but that was only true in the early stages. As soon as she became a wife, her body belonged to her husband; she had no real power to refuse him if giresun escort he wanted sex. Neither does she possess the power to demand it from him. To a large extent it is still true in our day, only that sex has become highly stylised and shrouded in mystery. The biggest sponsor of this was, and still is, the Judeo-Christian tradition.”

Andrew was looking at her as if something that had been disturbing him for a long time had suddenly made sense. “So the modern man is doomed to spend lots of time, effort and money in pursuit of woman, yet it is all hypocrisy!”

“There should be no reason a woman or a man cannot tell the one he or she is attracted to that they are!”

“If a man tells a woman that he wants her, he is accused of taking her for a prostitute. If it was a woman, she is taken to be exactly that. So they indulge in a fancy dance whose ultimate aim is a vigorous time between the sheets, but it cannot be approached directly.” He was smiling at the thought as he said this.

“That’s exactly right. It has left women disenfranchised, unable to voice their desires to their men, having to wait until approached. Even then they have to pretend not to want that which they are most hungry for. Idiocy!”

“It makes you wonder how intelligent people can allow this scandal to continue!”

Having cleared that particular bush they could plough the land of their desires freely. Andrew did what he had dreamed of doing, but told himself he could not do it on a first date and still remain decent. He fondled her waist, occasionally straying to her hip. She looked into his eyes as if daring him to go beyond, as if they had reverted to former thinking. But he soon felt her fingers fumbling with his zip.

They turned slightly in their seats to allow this groping to get going properly. His hand explored her tummy fat, while keeping an eye out that other diners would not see or discover what was going on right in front of their noses. She did not open the zip but massaged his cock under the trousers. Soon the meal was over.

“Should we adjourn elsewhere?” he asked her.

“My place or yours?”

He said, “My place today. Next time we can use yours. I can hardly wait to give you what you deserve.”

They each got their cars brought to the front by the valet and he drove off, keeping her in his rear mirror. It was a short distance to Parklands Sports Club, where he booked a room.

“I thought you were taking me to your house?” she queried.

“I changed my mind as we drove out of the Sankara. I had not prepared myself for a guest so it is pretty messy. My cleaning woman does not come until tomorrow. If it was day after tomorrow we would have gone there.”

He took the key from a bemused-looking night porter, who kept taking covert glances at Pamela. They went along a never-ending corridor until he got to the door, opening with a slight bit of trouble as if he was unused to this side of his behaviour. Andrew was almost trembling with anticipation of delighting this woman who had removed the need to be hunted endlessly, while all the time she knew she was going to give in.

He was so impressed with the masterful way she had brought them to this threshold; their love was going to be deep, satisfying and last them their whole lives.

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Sometimes you just have a feeling…

It was the second time they had met. She sat across the small 2-top from him at the restaurant thinking about that feeling. She was having it again. It felt nice. She was learning to trust it. The feeling was a combination of confidence and excitement mixed with a little vulnerability. The vulnerability was like the wasabi in the soy. It heated her spirit, mind, and especially in her body. When she felt she could be vulnerable with someone her body responded. It wasn’t rational, but she was learning that it was not wrong.

He had that vibe that made her know she could let him take control — he would absolutely TAKE control of her, all of her, in the way that made her feel complete. Her body was responding already and she was willing to bet he could tell. She knew her nipples were getting hard and her stomach was tightening. She could tell her pussy was wet and her clit was swelling with desire.

Could he?

Could he tell all this by looking at her? She imagined he could. His eyes noticed things. His eyes saw her in ways few men ever had. They had met online. He had emailed her, very politely and professionally, asking her to connect him with a friend of hers that he needed to talk to about a project. She had been willing to help. The project went well and he said he owed her one. That one had been a quick drink in the bar at his hotel. She lived about an hour away from the hotel, but had happened to be in town on a day he was there, so she’d agreed to meet. It was a public place, limited time, and he didn’t give the creep vibe. She knew all about creeps.

She’d had a bit of the feeling during their first minutes together. He had been friendly and was somehow able to get her to open up a bit more about herself than she had intended. He seemed interested in her life and experiences. Most men she met were only interested in her body. She had done some modeling and was naturally proportioned. He looked in her eyes. He gave her a nice small piece of art as a thank-you gift. They talked for about a half hour (because she’d been delayed in traffic), and then they both had to go. Her to a modeling gig for some artists and he out for dinner with clients. When he touched her it was in no way inappropriate, but it was intentional. Her vulnerability was touched at the instant their skin connected. She knew what he could do with her if she let him. At that moment, her imagination was sparked. She had the feeling. It had been growing stronger.

It had taken a while, 2 or 3 months, before their schedules allowed this second meeting. Dinner this time. Not so public. Not so controlled by time. Not so safe. Now her pussy was wanting attention. She wanted to touch her clit, but she knew he would notice that for sure. She could tell he was attracted to her. All straight men were attracted to her, but he was wasn’t hitting on her. Damn, he had some control. She wanted him to take control of her at the same time he let go of that control on himself. Her nipples were hard. He was asking her about her business ideas and giving her some great advice. He had experience in all these different things, she wondered if he had experience with a submissive woman. She was submissive. She was confident in herself and what she was doing in her life, but in the bedroom she wanted to surrender to the energy of being, being…his. She didn’t want to be owned, used, hurt, or humiliated. She just wanted to be, his. She felt like he might understand.

“Sometimes people just need to be made love to.”

There, she said it. She had sent a signal. She had dropped the words masterfully into the end of a piece of conversation. Subtle. Easy to miss. Easy to ignore if she was wrong. Easy to recast if she was really wrong.

She was right. He was paying attention. He didn’t miss much of a beat, but his eyes changed. His body shifted. He understood. She had that feeling.

—

Sometimes you just have a feeling…

He had thought there was something especially attractive about this woman at the moment saw her picture online. There was something in her eyes that made him think she was looking at HIM. That was silly of course. At the instant some photographer half a country away from him had snapped the image, she had not known he existed.

But he had that feeling and he always paid attention to that feeling.

That feeling didn’t just come when looking at a beautiful woman. Sometimes it came when meeting a person for business and knowing an opportunity was headed his way. But, when it was with women, the feeling told him she could be his, would open herself to him if the circumstances were right, would let him taste her soul. Yes, he could be a wolf, hunting, dominant, but not the kind that hurt people.

He didn’t take charge to feed his ego…well, most of the time that wasn’t the reason. He took charge because that’s how people acted around him. It had always been that way. He had been the leader in elementary school, the President of his 4-H club, the President of his college fraternity, the top sales guy in several trabzon escort companies, asked to serve on Boards, all that stuff. Sometimes he took control. Usually control was willingly, joyfully given to him. It was her willing and complete surrender of control being offered to him when he saw her picture. It was her submission he saw. He didn’t hurt women. Nothing turned him off faster or pissed him off more than women being treated with disrespect of any kind. No, he was attuned to the submission offered behind closed doors between a man and a woman.

That was the feeling he had when they had met the first time.

That was the feeling he had now.

But she had not actually offered herself. Yet.

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe she thought he was just another horny old man. He wasn’t old, although his kids joked he was, but he was older than she. She was beautiful. At the moment she was beautiful in exactly the way that turned him on most, casual. She wasn’t dressed up. Her hair & make-up were not done. She was just being her natural self. Granted, she didn’t have her glasses on, and he had a thing for girls in glasses. He would have to correct her on that point. Her hair was pulled back simply. She was just out meeting a friend. So, he had to be careful.

He wanted to communicate his interest without being a creep. He wanted her, but he wanted her to offer herself willingly. The surrender was always sweetest when offered voluntarily as the result of only the subtlest of chase. So, he talked about her business ideas, which were actually pretty good. He talked about the nuances of her networking circle. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to feel the strain his cock was developing in his pants. He wanted to watch her eyes as she wrapped her mouth around his cock for the first time. He wanted to hear her gasp as he stretched her little pussy wide and slid into her. She was such a small thing. Tight. Exquisite. He knew he wasn’t porn star huge, but he knew he was well bigger than average and that after a night together she would be sore. Smiling, but sore. He wondered if he could fit his cock in her little ass…

What was that?

Did she just say what he thought he heard?

Yes, she had said “sometimes people just need to be made love to…” or something very close to that.

He was sure of it.

That was her offer. Finally. He wasn’t wrong.

Mmmmm. He could already taste the change in the energy. He could taste her surrender. No need to pounce. The end of the chase was decided. She was his, or soon would be. Now he just had to let her know she was wanted, that her offer was accepted, and make sure there was no question of her submissiveness. Like in the old Meat Loaf song, “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”

“Yes”

—

“I’d like that.” He said in response to her veiled offer to make love.

She smiled knowingly. She was smart.

He felt like he couldn’t pay the check fast enough, but at the same time didn’t want to rush. His hotel was just down the block. They had all night, and the anticipation had been months, a few more minutes to savor the confirmation of that initial feeling were always a joy. With her the confirmation was about a thousand times more sweet because she was something special. That combination of inner and outer beauty plus the submissive energy were more intoxicating than any fine scotch had ever been. Far more rare & infinitely more valuable.

Walking back to his hotel, he told her she was welcome to come up.

“I’d like that.” She responded with intention mirroring of his earlier casual understatement. She was smart. She was alive and awake and conscious to this moment. Such moments were like permanent snapshots in his mind. He was a very visual person and knew this moment would be in his mind’s eye for the rest of his life. Maybe even the next several lives. He was pretty sure that although visual communication was a big part of her life & profession, that she experienced the world audibly. The sounds of the moment registered in her mind. He would make sure that she had plenty of audio to remember this night.

The doormen smiled as only bellmen smile when they walked into the lobby and directly to the elevators. They were not touching. Discretion in this hotel lobby was important to him because he stayed there whenever he was in town. They knew him. They also knew which company he worked for so they could easily think she was one of his colleagues, although she was way better looking than anyone else from his company, younger than most of them, and they couldn’t remember seeing her before. No matter. It’s a hotel. Sometimes things happen in hotels that are better left unmentioned, especially when it’s a good-tipping, polite, charismatic regular guest like Him.

The suite was nice. Wait, she thought, this isn’t a suite technically – just a damn nice room with a huge king bed. She felt at ease with him. She knew she could open up completely, not just her body, but her guard. He tunceli escort wouldn’t hurt her. She could let down that fucking guard completely. She didn’t have to hold any of the shields up to keep people from getting to close or seeing even a glimpse of who she really was. Her public persona could disappear. Her professional persona could be set aside. Her effort at being a grown up could be abandoned. She would still be a woman for him, because Woman was part of her innermost self. She also wanted this man to hold and comfort the frightened Little Girl doing her best to face a very big world. She didn’t have incest fantasies, but the idea of having this older, handsome, intense man teach her more about her womanhood and then wrap her in those strong arms made her want to cum and cry at the same time.

She had been with older men before. She was drawn to them. She wanted to feel like a woman and a little girl all at the same time. Men her age, or even men in their thirties just didn’t get it. They couldn’t. They had not lived enough of life to experience power and vulnerability. Yet older men had disappointed her. Sometimes she had gone to their rooms because she liked them as people and knew they needed to feel a little love. She enjoyed giving pleasure to these men. She truly liked and respected them. They were gentle with her. Usually they were almost funny in their giddiness about being able to fuck a younger and beautiful woman. But, however nice they were, there was still an element of pity-fuck in it. She knew they didn’t get enough at home. She liked them, but she pitied them too. She liked people’s spirits and so even if they were not the best looking, or even all that great in bed, she enjoyed being with them, even when it left her feeling a little empty. At least older guys usually knew how to make a woman cum, even if some of them needed some coaching. They had vasectomies too. Bonus.

This time it felt different. She prayed it would be different. She prayed He understood. He was not a pity fuck. He wouldn’t accept a pity fuck. He would be insulted by that and she expected that he was the kind of man that got hit on by women at business conferences regularly and said “no.” He was different.

He put out the Do Not Disturb hanger, closed, and locked the door.

She sat her bag down on the desk next to his two laptops, one PC, one Mac.

She heard him slip off his shoes and move slowly up behind her. The sound made her heart race and goosebumps covered her forearms. Heat and wetness flooded her pussy and her breath caught in her chest.

Yes, he was different. He knew.

—

He wrapped his arms around her & just held her for a few seconds. He breathed in the scent of her hair. He brushed his lips gently across her neck just behind her ear. He felt that kiss send a shiver through her entire being. It was the first time his lips had touched her and it was a gift, a promise of things to come. It told her that she was safe here. He didn’t say a word as he let go of her and moved to the room’s refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to her with a smile.

“Hydration is important.” He said with the inference that she would be needing to replenish the liquids that he would have dripping out of her as they enjoyed the rest of their evening.

He took a drink and excused himself to the bathroom where she could hear him taking a pee and then brushing his teeth. She liked that he was not in a hurry, that he could control the pace of his desire. When he came out, she handed him her water bottle and took her turn in the bathroom. Yes, she had to pee too and wanted to be fresh for what was to come. She took a minute to brush her teeth too. She knew their mouths and breath would quickly be the same, commingled with the tastes of their bodies. That thought made her wet. She loved the taste of her own pussy on a man’s mouth and cock. She loved the taste of cum (usually) and especially the taste of sweet earthy semen mixed with her own salty sweet pussy after a man filled her and she was bringing his cock back to life in her mouth. She loved the rawness of licking and sucking all that pure sex off a man. It never failed to get her lover hard again and between his cum and new wetness sucking that messy cock always gave her, the second fuck was usually more intense than the first. But this was the first time for them together and though she knew it wouldn’t be the last, she wanted to enjoy this experience.

As she came out of the bathroom, she was happy to see that he had connected some music to the room’s bluetooth speaker. She hadn’t expected him to turn on the fucking TV or anything, but she was glad he liked music when making love. Music would also cover some of the noise she expected they would be making soon. He had turned off most of the lights, but not all. So, he wanted to see. That made her feel beautiful. It wasn’t obnoxious light, but it would be enough. She wanted to see him too. She wanted to hear him respond to the things she hoped would catch him by surprise, the uşak escort erotic parts of her that most people didn’t think she possessed. She wanted to see him too. She wanted to see the line of his back. She wanted to see his arms flex. She wanted to see his eyes, blue and intense. She wanted to see his legs. She’d only seen him in corporate clothes. She wanted to see if what she thought was under there was under there.

“I’m glad you are here with me.” He said.

“I’m glad we are here together.” She said as she stepped close to him.

He reached out one hand and laced the fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck firmly, but gently and pulled her close. His hand tilted her head up so their lips could meet. His lips were strong and soft. They parted and his tongue reached to hers. She opened for him. It took only the space of a few pounding heartbeats for the opening of her lips to expand from her lips to her breathing, from her breath to her pulse, from her pulse to her hips, and from her hips to her soul. She didn’t open her arms to put them around him. Maybe she would do that later. Right now, she put one hand on his upper arm and felt the muscle there. He was solid. She put her other hand on the outside of his pants and stroked his cock. It grew hard immediately under her touch. The fabric was amazing, not the course feeling of jeans, but the satin feel of well tailored power. The power of his body wrapped her. The power of his cock responded to her hand and she knew she wanted him in every part of her body and being.

At her touch he let out a sound like a hunting lion from deep in his throat. The hand in her hair tightened its grip just a bit. The other hand moved slowly down the curve of her spine. His kisses became more intense. His lips moved from her lips to her cheeks, then down to her throat. She opened for him again. His tongue touched her pulse. The beating of her heart jumped to another level. His lips took in her earlobe, which tickled a little, then his breath was in her ear. The sound sent another wave of goosebumps from her shoulders to her knees. She moved her hand to his zipper, then past his underwear and worked his cock free from its prison.

He was circumcised, which she liked a little better than not, and the skin itself was buttery smooth and soft as it encased the hardness of his length. He was big. She had been with bigger guys and she had been with smaller guys. At some point it’s true that size doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not too small or too big. He wasn’t too small. He might be a little too big, but that was a problem she was willing to solve. The head was amazing. She moved down and stroked it with both hands, looking at it, watching it respond to her touch. She looked up and saw him watching her. She kept looking him in the eye as she stroked him. She smiled. She liked what she saw in his eyes. Desire. Need. Lust. Powerful lust.

She didn’t tease him. It wasn’t the time. His need required more and so did hers. She wrapped her lips around the tip, flicked it with her tongue to taste and savor the pre-cum that was already starting to run down the head. That sweetness filled her mouth as she took as much of the shaft into her mouth and throat as she could. She started to gag a little and pulled back. He moved her hair back from her face and stroked her head as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth from the tip to as deep as she could get. As her throat relaxed and warmed up she was able to go a little deeper each time. He started to move with her, never taking his eyes off the scene of her mouth moving up and down his shaft. She added her hand to the strokes. She knew she could make him cum this way, maybe even against his will. She kept moving. She could smell his skin. Feel the heat of him in her mouth. Her lips were going numb and he kept moving. Finally, they worked together and he pushed himself gently all the way into her. Her lips were against the base of his cock. Her nose against his pubic bone with the trimmed hairs brushing her skin. He held her there for just long enough for her to know he could hold her there longer, then pulled back. Her nose had started to run, making it a little hard to breath. Her eyes were a little watery. He pulled all the way out of her mouth, stroked her hair gently with those powerful hands and she heard him say her two favorite words in the world.

“Good girl.”

—

“You look kind of silly with that hard cock sticking out of your pants.” She said with a smile.

“Why don’t you do something about that My Dear?” he responded in a slightly breathless growl.

She reached up and undid the button, then the fastener, then the inside button. These were complicated. He didn’t offer to help by pulling the suspenders off his shoulders for her, so she moved with athletic grace and stood from her kneeling position without using her hands for help. She was strong and he should know it. Yes, he noticed and approved of the exhibition. She removed the suspenders and let his pants fall to his ankles. Next, she pulled down the boxer briefs. She liked them. They were clean, solid color, and obviously comfortable. He knew himself. He knew what he liked and what he liked had style. Not flashy, not bikini, not tighty-whitey. Solid. Yes, his cock was still pretty solid, even though it wasn’t the center of attention at the moment.

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As a teenager delivering pizza, I’d heard all the ‘stories’, which for the most part was all they were; about the delivery boys showing up at someone’s door only to be met by a young, attractive, very naked woman. In the short period of time that I actually delivered pizza, I never once experienced anything even remotely close to something like that.

Years later, now working as a postal carrier, I’d heard the urban legends of the same type of stories, though usually on a much grander scale. Once again, during the five-year period that I spent delivering the mail, I never once encountered any such thing. Oh sure, I’d seen a few scantily clad women working out in their yards, some of which even made an effort to say hello, greeting me warmly as I handed them their mail. But the truth was, I never saw a naked woman, even in passing. Nor did anyone really flirt, or proposition me as I concluded my appointed rounds.

“Neither rain, nor sleet nor snow….nor a sexy, bare-assed naked beauty will keep me from my appointed rounds.” I mused to myself as I enjoyed a beautifully warm summer day delivering the mail.

I’d recently been given a new route as the regular guy had retired. In a way, it was almost like being given a promotion, as it was a much easier route to deliver than those I had been doing. It was also in a much higher classed, upper neighborhood where everyone seemed to own BMW’s, Jaguars, or Cadillac’s.

I’d only been delivering this new area for a couple of weeks, just getting familiarized with everything when I had my very first ‘experience’, though some might say it really didn’t count. The way I figured it though, anything that resulted in my seeing something I wasn’t supposed to, counted. Even if it wasn’t a direct come-on or “urban legend” flirtation.

Nearing the end of my day’s deliveries, I had one last grouping of homes to deliver to. Parking my delivery van at the bottom of the street as I always did, I’d make my way up the long circular row of expensive homes, eventually working my way back to the van where I’d usually end my day well within the allotted time given me to have done so.

Just as I reached the halfway point in this semi-circular delivery, I’d started up the rather long walk towards the porch of a home that would easily have fit three of mine inside it. Two fairly tall hedgerows framed either side of the walkway as I approached. Because of that, I was totally unaware that anyone was working outside in the yard until I reached the mailbox near the door. Obviously, ‘she’ heard me as I passed by, standing up, addressing me as I did. Startled slightly, I spun towards the sound of her voice, dropping a couple of the catalogs I’d been carrying.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said apologetically.

She was tall for a woman, taller than I was anyway by a couple of inches or so. She had long brown hair, though at the moment it was all twisted into a knot on top of her head. Almost immediately I took in the fact that she was wearing a pair of Levi short’s that had been purposely cut, almost a little too short, revealing a pair of very long, shapely legs. But it was her bountiful breasts that I really had trouble keeping my eyes off of. She wore a loose fitting blouse, obviously something she felt comfortable wearing while working out in the yard. With one more button undone than was probably necessary, exposing a great deal of rather tempting cleavage. I wondered briefly if it had come undone by itself, with her unaware that had. Or…that she for whatever reason, enjoyed purposely showing off those magnificent full breasts. I decided on the latter.

I laughed at her comment to me. “No problem. It’s the dogs sneaking up on me from behind that I have to worry about. Not the women.”

Somehow that didn’t come out the way I’d intended it to. She laughed causing me to blush slightly. As she did, I saw one of the magazine’s I had dropped, suddenly flipping a bunch of pages as a mild breeze blew through it. Several of those loose post-card things suddenly began tumbling out and blowing across the yard. As I stooped over to retrieve them along with the magazine, she did the same. When she did, I got my very first “this one counts” view down her blouse at those lovely breasts. Braless, those twin beauties hung there briefly before my eyes. Gazing at those soft slopes, each capped with a slightly darker patch of skin hinting at even more lovely looking nipples, I had to force myself to look away in an effort to actually retrieve the magazines.

When I did, I caught her looking at me. She had to have known what I’d been looking at as I felt my face redden even more deeply. Having somehow snared the magazine, I automatically held it out to her. Looking at it as I did, she let out a brief laugh. Flustered enough as it was, I looked at it myself and saw that it was opened to a rather racy advertisement of a woman standing there wearing a sheer, lacy bra. About all I could do was look stupid and grin.

“Thank you,” she said taking it from me. van escort “Sure is a hot one isn’t it?”

I was still looking at the advertisement. “Yeah…I guess you could say that,” I replied, realizing she was talking about the weather and not the photo I’d been staring at. She laughed, this time making it obvious that she knew I hadn’t been discussing the weather.

“It is amazing how far they’ve come in advertising. It hasn’t been that long since they couldn’t even show a woman wearing a bra on TV.”

Feeling foolish, I continued to look stupid, still grinning. That, and glance towards her breasts as I did. Another button had come undone, and now I could see the edge of one of those dark nipples’s winking at me.

“Well, I’d better get going,” I said nervously beginning to turn away.

“Sure you wouldn’t like something cold to drink first?” she offered.

I had a cold bottle of water waiting for me back in the van. I watched as she removed a handkerchief from her back pocket, using it to dab at the glistening sheen of perspiration that had gathered between her breasts.

“I need to finish my route first,” I told her evasively, having no intention of returning.

I was forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. At worst, it would take me another fifteen minutes to finish. She smiled, her breasts heaved with each breath, even they seemed to be smiling at me.

“By the way…my names Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam.”

“Nice to meet you Samantha…Sam,” I corrected. “Call me Brian”.

I remembered looking at her mail. Everything had been addressed to an “S. Davis”. I wondered if the “S” stood for “Samantha, or Sam”.

“I’m recently divorced,” she said, answering my unasked question.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…he was a real shit. He got what he deserved,” she added with a wicked smile on her face. “That’s what I got for being a good little wife. Well…no more,” she said with finality in her voice, though I considered her comment, wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind it.

“You like iced tea? Lemonade?”

“Either one would be great,” I told her, though I was thinking I might need something a little stronger, like a Long Island iced tea as nervous as I was feeling at the moment.

“See you in a few then?” she questioned, pressing for my commitment.

“Sure. I’ll be back just as soon as I can finish up.”

“Good. Just come around back,” Sam told me. “I’ll be out on the patio with our drinks.”

Glancing at my watch, I literally sprinted the remainder of my deliveries, finishing in record-breaking time. I felt a little silly pulling my mail truck into her driveway, but figured I wouldn’t be there all that long. And anyone seeing it parked there would merely assume I was making a special delivery of some sort.

Walking around back as she’d instructed me to do, I was surprised to see her waiting for me. Not that she was, but that she had changed clothes, now wearing an even more revealing bikini. The fact that there was a beautiful, rather large pool didn’t make seeing her in that attire any easier. I felt awkward as hell, especially sitting next to her in my Postal Carrier uniform.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” she asked.

I was tempted. Tempted as hell. And even not having any swim trunks obviously, didn’t register with me at the time.

“Ah…no thanks. Maybe another time,” I replied sheepishly.

“Was she coming on to me? Or was she simply being nice?” I thought silently. At the moment, I really had no idea for sure what she was doing.

She asked me about myself. How long had I been at the Post Office? Did I like it? Was I married? Any kids etc. I answered all of her questions truthfully; surprised she seemed genuinely interested in me.

“Coming up on six years now,” I said. “Some days better than others.” I’d said smiling. “No…not married, though I had been engaged once.” Which basically answered the kids question without really responding.

Sam shifted in her chair, extending her legs a little. The movement of which drew my attention to them briefly of course. As she did, I saw the material of her bikini bottoms tightly clinging to her crotch, outlining in ways that made all rationalization of what I was staring at seem unimportant. Clearly outlined, wonderfully defined, her neither lips looked puffy, swollen…forming a perfect ‘V’ with the briefest outline of her pubic hair pressing against the thin material of her bright red bikini bottoms.

I had hardly touched my drink really. She’d made iced tea. I hated iced tea, but wasn’t about to tell her that.

“It really is a hot one?” Isn’t it?” Sam said standing up. My eyes followed her movement as she walked over towards the pool. “Sure you don’t care to join me?” she asked almost teasingly.

I smiled, nodding my head “no”. I expected that she would in all likelihood walk around to the other side of the pool at the far end where the diving board was. Which she did. I sat there preparing to watch her, secretly yalova escort admiring those sun-tanned, incredibly long legs and that heart-shaped ass, made even more so by the bright red material of her swim wear.

What I didn’t expect, now watching, as she reached around behind herself, undoing the bikini top still heading towards the diving board. Sam nonchalantly tossed it off to one side. Though I couldn’t as yet see her breasts, I knew that momentarily, I was about to. The thought of which caused my cock to lurch excitedly inside my pants. Sam wasn’t through shocking me though. When she reached the end of the pool, finally turning, allowing me to see those twin treasures, she once again stopped before climbing the three-step ladder to the board. Bending over, she shimmied out of the bottoms, tossing them somewhere behind her, and then stepped up onto the diving board. I took a rather long pull on the iced tea, not even tasting it as I sat there staring at her.

She ‘posed’ momentarily on the end of the board, bouncing slightly, which in turn bounced her tits wonderfully.

“I hate wearing a wet suit,” she informed me, calling out to me across the length of the yard as though that explained everything.

“Why bother even wearing one?” I asked myself, continuing to see her testing the bounce on the board, which in turn allowed me to enjoy the bounce of her chest once again.

Satisfied, she took a few steps backwards, stopped, running forward, hitting the end of the board perfectly. For a brief moment, she hung suspended mid-air, looking much like a beautiful bird having just taken flight, now spreading her wings. As gravity took over, she descended into the pool making hardly a ripple as she entered the water. Just seeing her incredibly beautiful nude form slicing through water the way she did was breathtaking in itself. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and was clapping as she swam over towards my end of the pool.

“That was incredible!” I exclaimed as I offered her my hand, helping her up and out of the water. She took it, smiling at me.

“Thank you. I used to be on the diving team in college,” she informed me. “Though it has been a few years since I was.”

“Could have fooled me,” I told her. “You did that perfectly.”

I was still holding her hand even though she had stepped completely out of the pool by this time. Glancing over towards the table, I followed her gaze, realizing she was looking at the folded towels she had placed there. I let go of her hand as she walked towards it, picking one of them up and began drying her hair. I was somewhat surprised she hadn’t used one in which to cover herself with. Not wanting to appear too obvious about my looking at her, I quickly made my way back to my seat and my near empty glass of iced tea.

“Would you like another?” she asked.

“Ah…sure.”

“Why don’t you follow me inside while I make some more then?” she asked, turning, heading back inside the house without waiting for a response from me.

Without a further word, I obediently did so. Watching that gorgeous naked ass as she entered the house reminded me that I was “aroused”, and I quickly glanced down, horrified to discover not only a very obvious bulge protruding from in front of my slacks, but an equally obvious ‘wet-spot’ pointing directly to the accusing area.

“Fuck!” I said softly, catching myself, wondering as I did if I’d said it a little too loudly.

And I had.

“Something wrong?”

I thought I detected a hint of a snicker in her tone of voice as I hurriedly caught up to her, placing myself purposely behind the counter as she walked around the opposite side of it finally facing me.

Not knowing what else to say to even attempt to hide the obvious…I lied.

“I must have spilled some of my iced-tea,” I told her feeling my face turning crimson.

Knowing full well where the supposed spill was, I watched in abject horror, mixed with a little nervous delight as Sam raised herself up on the counter, bracing her arms, pushing upwards to peer over the edge of it down towards me. She was grinning of course. Which didn’t help matters. Though seeing those near perfect breasts suddenly swaying too and froe in front of me helped a little.

“How bad?” she questioned, looking.

“Not real bad…I’ll live,” I said glibly.

“Maybe you’d better take them off so I can rinse them out before they stain,” she said seriously. “Tea stains are a lot harder to get out than people realize. Though other types of stains are no problem at all,” she said looking at me directly a hint of a knowing smile spreading across her face.

“Did she know? Was I that stupid to think that she didn’t?”

“No really…I’ll be fine,” I countered.

Samantha however procured a clean washcloth, immediately wetting it and then coming from around her side of the counter.

“Well at least let me rub it a little.”

“What did you say?” I half stammered.

“Rub the spot out a little,” she completed, çorlu escort just then reaching me.

Before I could even say another word in protest, she was dabbing at the spot in a circular motion with the cloth.

“This should help.”

“Yeah…help make it worse.” I said to myself. Which of course it did. The ‘spot’ not only got bigger as she applied tap water to it, but so did the bulge in my pants.

“Really…you should let me remove these.”

Almost immediately, she began doing so before I could respond. Somehow I’d swallowed my tongue. As I felt her undoing my belt buckle, unzipping my pants, my erection sprang free like a cobra preparing to strike.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed in embarrassment.

“Well! What do we have here?” I heard her ask. But before I could say anything, I felt her velvet mouth suddenly encompass my shaft.

In one fluid motion, Sam engulfed me, drawing my hot-throbbing prick deeply between those smoothly sucking lips. I felt her hand cupping my balls, kneading them as softly as bread-dough as she fondled me, sucking me simultaneously. I next heard her giggle around my cock as my knees buckled.

“Would you like to come with me?” she asked.

Once again I wondered if I’d heard her right. Though at this point it really wouldn’t have made any difference either way. As it was, I merely nodded my head yes to whichever question she’d actually asked me.

Standing up, releasing my prick with her mouth, she exchanged it for her hand however, leading me down the hall towards what I could only suppose was her bedroom. Which it was of course.

Sam crawled up into the spacious four-poster bed, beckoning to me. “Why don’t you take off your clothes?” she mewed suggestively. And of course, I did that too.

In seconds, I was beside her on the bed where we found ourselves in a side by side, ’69’ position. As her mouth once again claimed my penis and began teasing it with tiny little nips and suckings, I probed her equally wet glistening split with the tip of my tongue, hearing a very satisfied moan as it escaped her lips, caressing my prick while I in turn tickled her clit with my tongue, amazed at how slick and juicy she was. Capturing her clit with my lips, sucking it like an extended nipple, I placed my finger between the lips of her femininity, feeling them adhere to it, sticking to it like glue. Her nectar was not only sweet to the taste, but frothy rich as my finger played in it, causing erotic, sensual squishy sounds to begin emanating from between her lips.

I probed her with my index finger, feeling her quim sucking my finger inside, like her mouth was currently doing to my prick. Her juices continued to flow freely, running down the inside of her thigh, soaking not only my face, but the sheets beneath us. Soon, her ass was smeared in this rich coating and I began to gently toy with the tiny puckered opening I found there. Tentatively at first, “testing the waters” so to speak, I then included my middle finger as I pressed it gingerly against that opening. I felt her stiffen slightly as she became aware of my explorations. The fact that she didn’t warn me off, allowing me my ‘play’, I continued.

“Oh god…that feels good,” she moaned softly around my cock.

“I’ll say,” I said simply, the flat of my tongue still probing inside her. What she was doing to my prick had forced me to concentrate more fully on what I was doing. The sensation of her lips as she licked, sucked, and caressed my straining shaft was driving me insane with desire and lust for this woman.

A moment later I felt my middle finger slip easily inside her up to the first knuckle. I remained there, teasing the inside of her ass, sucking her clit even more urgently than I had been until I felt her tiny contraction relax slightly. When it did, I pressed inside her a little deeper until my entire middle finger slid inside the opening of her ass. Here, I left it, unmoving for a moment until she could again find herself becoming used to the unexpected intrusion of her virginal ass.

Now I probed her pussy more deeply, more exploratory with my index finger until the sensation of having two fingers situated side by side, separated by only the thinnest membrane of tissue, finally registered within her mind.

“Oh fuck…that feels nice!”

I grinned, licking her clit, sucking it as my fingers began to dance together in perfect harmony with one another. I felt Samantha tense, but it wasn’t a concerned tenseness that seized her, but one of mind-blowing surprise and wonder at the sensation that now accosted her as I began my double fingering of both openings simultaneously.

“Oh Brian! Brian! Please…Oh God, please don’t stop!” she urged me passionately.

I wasn’t about to of course; I could feel her pussy suddenly liquefy even more than it had been already. The fact that her orgasm was upon her before she’d anticipated it to be was a pleasured surprise…for both of us.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she repeated over and over again. I felt both her cunt, and anal muscles contract as her orgasm ripped through her. As her cry of ecstasy came, I had also captured her clit with my lips, sucking it furiously. Samantha froze as though solid, her back arched, her knees locked as she clenched in a massive seizure of petrified joy.

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I met Brenda about 5 years ago on-line. We were both in a chat room discussing our favorite music. After a few weeks we went private and our conversations became steamier.

Brenda described herself as a buxom woman in her late 20’s. She was married and her husband was a successful businessman in Seattle. Consequently they had little time together, so she ended up online a lot.

I am 6’4” about 270, Basically a defensive tackle in a suit. I’m married also and I work for a large restaurant chain as a corporate executive in southern California. Due to the skills I learned in management school at Princeton, I was rarely pressed for time. So I filled my time online as well.

After close to 6 months of online chat, we decided to talk on the phone. That first call was bizarre. I had built up this idea of what her voice would sound like and how she would speak, it was completely different, and strange, and fun.

After that first call, it seems like we were on the phone daily. We often would tell each other our most private and nasty fantasies. Needless to say we had many orgasms together on the phone. It was fantastic.

After 6 more months we decided to meet face to face. She would be traveling south to California and I would meet her at the airport. As the day approached I was nervous with anticipation. What would she think of me, how would she look, what would I say.

When I finally saw her, I was amazed. We looked into each other’s eyes and just knew this was right. It felt like we had known each other forever, and we embraced warmly like only old lovers do.

I grabbed her luggage and we headed out to her hotel for a day of fun. I think the nervousness was kilis escort what surprised me most. The closer we got to her hotel, the more nervous we both became. We had not really discussed that we would be sexual during this visit, but I think we both anticipated we would be.

We got to here suite at the hotel, and the rooms were great, well appointed and luxurious. There was a whole fruit basket on the table of the living area, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. We made ourselves comfortable.

We had always talked about taking a shower together and about how much fun that would be. So we decided to go to the master bath and do just that. It seemed almost surreal as we undressed in front of each other and headed into the bathroom. The shower was large with dual heads and completely enclosed in glass. There was also a large Jacuzzi tub. Brenda had brought candles to light the bathroom with in her luggage, and she placed them around the bathroom and lit them. As I entered the bathroom, there was Brenda, her smooth skin bathed I the light of the flickering candles. Her back was to me as she leaned inside the shower to adjust the temperature of the water flow. My cock began to rise in hardness as I watched her nude form enter the shower. I stepped in behind her and we kissed for the first time. It was one of those kisses you never forget, wet, and hot and totally involved. Our tongues played against each other as our lips locked in a smooth embrace.

My hands slid over her back and down across her smooth ass cheeks, squeezing them with my large, strong fingers. She rubber her hands all over my back and down across my muscular kırklareli escort butt.

My cock, rigid and throbbing wedged itself squarely against her well-shaved pussy lips. She thrust her pelvis forward, urging my cock to press harder against her lips and clit. Slowly she slid down my body and took my silky cock head into her hot mouth. She grabbed the shaft of my dick and stroked it expertly as her tongue played across head of my cock. Her other hand slid up my strong thigh and softly enclosed around my nut sack, massaging my balls while she sucked my so well. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of her expert ministrations, I decided that turnabout was fair play. I pulled her up and then got down on the shower floor, the warm water cascaded over both our bodies. I lay back on the floor of the shower and she lowered her smoothly shaven pussy down onto my face. She was already soaking with juice and dripping wet. My tongue flicked her outer lips teasing her. Having none of that she pushed her box down on my mouth and began riding my face. Her wet sloppy lips rubbing up and down my face.

I struggled to lick every inch of her steamy hole as she face fucked me. My hands clenched her ass cheeks pulling her down harder on my mouth. She squeezed her nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger. Making them swell with redness.

Her orgasm began to approach so I slowed the pace to prolong her enjoyment. She got up off my face and sat on the floor facing me, as I sat up as well. We slowly slid our privates together until my cock head was just barely touching her pussy. She always talked in our phone conversations how she loved to karabük escort feel a cock slide up and down between her lips. So I grabbed my shaft and massaged her clit up and down with my dick. She began humping against me as I quickened the pace.

Finally we decided that this was too much and we needed to get dried off and head to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Brenda playfully got up on the bed on all fours, wiggling her cute ass in my face. I remembered that one of her big turn-ons was to have a guy really go to town licking and tonguing her asshole. So I walked up to her grabbed her hips in my hands and planted a big sloppy wet kiss right on her tiny pink rosebud. A loud moan escaped her lips.

I licked and sucked her ass for all I was worth, sliding my thick finger in and out of her pussy while I did it. I flicked my tongue all around and even slide it in a bit as her tight ring flexed around the girth of my licker.

She was going wild pushing her ass back against my face and now rubbing her clit with her own hand as she began to approach her first orgasm. Not wanting to miss the feel of her pussy clenching when she came, I quickly hopped up and grabbed a rubber, slid it on my cock and buried my dick deep in her pussy in one thrust. She began coming immediately. Her cunt muscles grabbed my shaft and milked it. The feeling was amazing. Her pussy sucked at my cock bringing me so close to orgasm. I pulled out my cock and whipped off the rubber, shooting my large load all over her asshole. Glob after glob hit her ass, pussy and thighs as I shot jet upon jet of my creamy goop all over her.

Then without skipping a beat I bent down and began licking my own jizz off of her. She continued jacking herself off and another wave of orgasm washed over her as she came again, screaming loudly and rubbing her ass all over my face. My limp cock dribbled cum on the floor as I finished cleaning her nether region. Spent we collapsed on the bed.

To Be Continued…

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Ann was out of the bed and starting the shower before I could even sit up. “Get movin’ slowpoke, the water won’t stay hot all day.”

I walked into the bathroom. “Let’s go Freddy, I need you to do my back!”

“Uh, I have to pee.”

“No problem, get in here, pee helps prevent athletes foot!”

I don’t think I’d ever peed in front of a woman, even my wife before we split up. “Don’t be shy.” Ann tugged on my penis, guiding me into the shower. “Let it go Freddy. Pee for mama.” The warm water cascaded over my shoulders and I couldn’t hold it any longer. Urine coursed through my penis forcing it’s way past the remnants of cum restricting the flow. The sensation was not unlike a mild orgasm. Certainly not as intense as the three Ann had given me over the past five days!

Ann directed the spray at our feet. I steadied myself with the grab bar. “Let it go, Freddy.” She milked the last few drops from my penis like a milkmaid squeezing a cows tit. She reached for a bar of soap. “Let mama get you all cleaned up.” She started with my stiffening cock and balls but moved quickly to my butt. When her finger caressed my anus I thought my knees would give out.

She giggled and teased, “Is Freddy a little sensitive down there?”

“Nobody’s ever touched me down there.” I admitted.

“Interesting.” She giggled again but said no more.

Ann squirted baby shampoo on my head and built up some lather. She washed my face, neck, shoulders arms and belly. She reached around both side of my torso and pulling me close washed my back. With my now swollen cock trapped between our bellies she pulled me close and swayed back and forth. “Are you ok Freddy?”

I pulled her closer and kissed her as the warm water flowed over us. “A little more than OK I’d say.”

She pushed away again and picked up a bar of soap. “Time to do your legs.” She knelt down between my legs and washed first one then the other paying close attention to my balls and anus. “You like that don’t you?”

“It feels great.”

“I know.” She giggled. “Let me make sure all the soap is rinsed off, I don’t want you to get a rash.” She kissed the tip of my cock and then sucked the whole thing down to my balls. I held on to the grab bar with one hand and steadied her head with the other, gasping in surprise. “Just as I thought,” she said as she stood up. “no soap down there!”

“Ann,” I complained, “it’s not nice to tease me like that.”

“Freddy baby,” she laughed at my plight, “It’s a price you’ll have to pay.” She handed me the shampoo. “Get busy before the hot water runs out!”

I worked the shampoo into her hair and rinsed.and then did her hair one more time. She handed me a bottle of conditioner. “Now this Freddy.”

While the conditioner was doing it’s job I washed the rest of her body down to her toes. “You’re forgetting something Freddy!” She teased.

“What?”

“Don’t be shy Freddy!” She scolded, “wash my ass and do a good job.”

I’d be a lair if I didn’t admit that this was completely unexpected. This was truly virgin territory for me. I had never even changed a diaper. I vaguely remember getting bathed as a child but I don’t recall ever having my butt washed so completely or, for that matter, washing someone’s butt!

I did do a good job. Ann squirmed when my finger trailed over her anus. “I like that Freddy. Make sure all the soap is rinsed off.”

I must have looked bewildered. “It’s ok, baby, maybe next time.” She stepped out of the shower and began drying herself. “Stay aksaray escort there while I get another towel.”

When Ann returned she was wearing a long white terry cloth robe. It was tied tightly around her waist but I could tell she was wearing a red lace bra. My guess was she had matching panties and I would find out later I was right.

She draped a very large very plush bath towel over my shoulders. She dried my arms and chest and then my back. Kneeling in front of me she dried my legs and paid special attention to my crotch. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

“What did you have in mind?” I was thinking she had something else to tantalize me with.

“Food silly! Some fruit or maybe oatmeal. You must fuel your body to stay strong!” We went back down stairs to the kitchen. She poured the rest of the coffee from the day before into a sauce pan to warm it. From the fridge she took out a bowl of sliced peaches and some Greek yogurt.

“It’s almost ten. My kids will be home by noon. You’d better get dressed when we’re done eating.”

“I thought they were with your parents for the weekend.”

“No, just last night. But they are staying with their dad tonight.” She informed me. “You are free this evening, right?”

“I am!” I hoped I wasn’t sounding too eager. Ann knew better; she could get me to do just about anything.

We made small talk as we ate. Mostly about the properties she was interested in. When we’d finished she looked sad. “I guess it’s time to go.”

I went into the living room and started to put my clothes on. “Allen will pick the girls up about four. You can come back any time after that.”

“Don’t you want the girls to see me?”

“Soon enough, maybe next weekend when I have them. Would that be OK?”

“Sure.”

It was overcast and a light drizzle made everything wet. Ann stood in the doorway and waved. Her neighbor left just after I did and Ann greeted her cheerfully. In her bare feet, hair in a towel and wearing a bathrobe I’m sure her neighbor had a good idea what had been going on. “Mornin’, Rosa! Beautiful day isn’t it.”

“If you’re a duck.” Rosa answered sourly. Not original, not clever but appropriate.

It was about a ten minute drive to my apartment. I stopped at Big Bear to pick up some deodorant, mouthwash and an extra razor. The first thing I did when I got home was set my alarm for two-forty-five and then I packed a gym bag with a change of underwear, some socks and an extra shirt. I found my army ditty bag checked it to be sure I’d have everything I needed before I turned on the TV and collapsed in the only chair in my living room.

A baseball game was supposed to start at noon but the truth is I didn’t hear a thing until the alarm went off. I shaved and showered and by three thirty I was counting the minutes before I could leave. I knew the evening would be fun but I had no idea just how fun and different it would be.

When I arrived at Ann’s she was standing next to a car talking to her kids and their father was putting their overnight bag in the trunk. I pulled into a spot about eight doors down and waited. When they finally left I waited until Ann was back inside and took the spot he had just left. Ann’s door opened and I waved but she didn’t see me or maybe she didn’t acknowledge me. She put an index card on the door and went back inside.

When I got to her door the note was for me! Come in – the door’s unlocked – bring the card in she was gorgeous. What really made the amasya escort outfit was the black stockings. The skirt just barely covered the tops and the contrast with her milky white thighs was enough to make a guy drool. Quite a few did, I’m sure.

She danced every dance. I danced all the slow ones. There was no shortage of potential partners for the fast ones. Watching her made me horny. I kept wondering if she wore any panties.

About ten thirty we were dancing another slow dance when she put both her arm around neck. I didn’t know what to do so I put my hands on her hips. With both her arms raised the hem of her sweater was about four inches above the waist band of her skirt. I started stroking her bare skin. She pulled my lips down and kissed me long and hard. My hands stroked her back and I discovered she wasn’t wearing her bra.

“Squeeze my tits.” She whispered in my ear.

“Now?”

“Yes, now!”

“What if somebody sees?”

“I want them to see.”

“Why?”

“Just do it! The guys will be jealous of you and the girls will think I’m a slut and talk about me.”

My hands went up the front of her sweater and squeezed.

“Keep doing it!” Her head rested on my shoulder. She kissed me again giggling. “The boys by the keg are getting an eye full.”

“You are a naughty girl, maybe I should spank you!”

“If you spank it you gotta kiss it!” She looked into my eyes waiting for a response. I was speechless.

The triumphant look on her face let me know she knew I was hers. “Let’s get outa here!”

We made our way towards the front door, found Carmella to thank her and said our goodbys.

“Oh, don’t go yet. The night is young.” Carmella pleaded.

“I’m sorry, us old timers need our rest.” Ann explained weakly.

“I don’t think so.” Carmella winked at me and kissed Ann on the cheek.

As we walked down the block to my car Ann put her arm around my waist and her head on my shoulder. My arm was over her shoulder. “Squeeze it. Squeeze my tit, Freddy, you know you want to.”

We made our way to my car, practically having sex on the sidewalk. Nobody seems to think twice about it on a college campus!

The car I was driving back then was a 68 Ford Fairlane. It had a bench seat. Say what you will about comfort and safety I miss those bench seats. Ann sat as close as was possible and it just felt right to drive with just one hand on the wheel. She was oddly quiet for the whole ride. With her head on my shoulder she caressed my thigh causing a very pleasurable sensation between my legs. Bucket seats and center consoles make that almost impossible now!

Back at her apartment she turned as soon as we were inside to kiss me. “Make yourself comfortable while I go upstairs.” The chair was by the door. A few minutes later she called down to me, “You know where the wine is, pour some for us.”

My clothes were already neatly arranged on the chair. Even my socks were dutifully tucked in my shoes. I saw my reflection in the patio doors as I approached the kitchen and realized that anyone who passed by could see me. The thought excited me. I could feel the throbbing that always signaled a coming erection. I went to close the drapes but realized there were none.

Just then Ann joined me in the kitchen. She turned on the light over the table. I objected, “Ann, everybody can see us!”

“They shouldn’t be sneaking around so late at night.” She giggled and kissed me and cupped my balls. My mind raced, it was like antalya escort being in a fishbowl. “Besides, they really can’t. The glass is reflective on the outside.” She squeezed my balls again. “Would it be so bad if somebody besides me saw you prancing around bare assed?”

“I don’t prance.”

“Maybe that was a bad choice of words. You know what I mean. What if someone else were here?”

“I would never even considered that.”

“Would you look at that! Little Freddy must like the idea; he’s waking up! I think little Freddy is considering it!”

There was no denying that my cock was getting hard. Why wouldn’t it? I was naked and Ann was squeezing my balls. She wrapped her hand around my swollen cock and tugged. “Let’s go to the living room and relax.” I picked up our wine glasses and she lead the way using my cock like a leash.

I put our wine on the end table next to her phone. She patted the cushion next to her so I sat down and put my arm around her shoulder drawing her closer for a kiss.

“Not so fast, lover boy! I’m afraid I got some bad news.”

I drew back afraid of what she was going to tell me. “Don’t look like that!” She giggled, “Nobody died.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“We won’t be fucking for three or four days.” So that was it, she started her period.

“It’s not so bad really.” She tried to console me. “You can still suck my tits, they’re extra tender right now!” I curled up on her lap, she pushed her sweater to the side and I began sucking. She sighed and smiled. “Freddy knows what mama wants!”

As I nursed at her breast she teased my cock and balls. If there was one thing Ann was good at and there were many she was really good at teasing a man’s balls. Every time I thought I was about to cum she would start rubbing my balls until I relaxed. It was driving me nuts!

“Would little Freddy like a nice blow job?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” What a question to ask a man who had been hard and teased for who knows how long.

“I’ll give little Freddy a blow job if you do one little thing for me.”

Ann had me by the balls, she knew how to manipulate me, literally and figuratively too, of course! “What do I have to do?”

“I want you to talk to Carol and tell her what a good cock sucker I am.”

“I can’t do that!” I was shocked.

“It’s just a little phone sex. What is wrong with that?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” I was emphatic.

“A gentleman never does.” Ann agreed, “But this is different.”

“I don’t see how!”

“Any number of ways.”

“Name one.”

“Well, it’s not gossip because you wouldn’t be talking behind my back.”

“That’s true.”

“And, You’re not talking to another guy. You’d be talking to my girl friend.”

“That’s sick.”

“I think it’s healthy to talk about sex. Everybody does it one way or another so why not talk about it.”

“OK, I see your point but it’s still weird.”

“I think the word is kinky.”

“Still, for me that’s too much.”

“Freddy baby, please! She pleaded. “Please do it for mama. Carol knows I fucked you. She knows you jacked off for me. You heard me tell her you were eating me out. She knows you’re naked most of the time. She knows I gave you a hand job. Please.” It’s difficult enough to resist when a woman gives you that sad eyed puppy dog look but when she is holding your balls it is impossible.

She looked into my eyes, smiling. She didn’t say another word. She’d made her case and the choice was mine. My answer would determine our future. I had no idea what might happen if I said no. But my fear was what else would I get into if I said yes?”

“You really want me to do this?”

She picked up the phone and dialed, “When she answers tell her who you are and what I’m doing.”

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I’m coming out of the parking garage into the lobby of my apartment building and I see a good looking girl – well, young woman – standing in front of the elevators. As I come through the door, she turns from the waist up and looks toward me. I guess the sound of the door gets her attention. My immediate thought is, what’s Cameron Diaz doing here? Cameron Diaz, the actress, happens to be the sexiest female on the planet as far as I’m concerned. Slightly tall, slim but with all the curves a woman needs, blue, maybe even green, eyes that always seem almost lit up and excited and a pretty face with a dirty grin. Fuckable. Very, very fuckable.

Just then the elevator doors opened and the girl turns toward them and steps in. I’m only a couple steps away and hurry and she looks out at me, smiling, and uses her hand to hold the door. It isn’t Cameron Diaz. But she’s every bit as fuckable. Same look and smile, same blonde hair cut sort of short, terrific body. But she’s younger, maybe fifteen years younger.

“You must be new here,” I say to her as I’m in and the doors close.

“Yeah, just moved in yesterday. But how do you know?” Great voice. I think I’m falling in love.

“Anyone as gorgeous as you, I’d remember if you had been around longer,” is my reply. She gives a light laugh. “And thanks, for holding the door. I’m Dan, apartment 308.” I’d looked and saw she had the button for 3 pushed. I put my hand out to be shaked.

She smiles again “Cynthia,” she says. “324” and she actually takes my hand.

I hold her hand a moment. The doors open. “You really are gorgeous,” I tell her.

“Well, thanks, I guess,” she says, smiling and looking at our hands. So I let go.

“If you ever need anything. A cup of sugar or something, just come to 308, anything you want. Well, not a cup of sugar now that I think about it, I don’t have any. Splenda, though.”

She gives another small laugh. “Thanks, she says. Maybe I will.” She turns and heads down the hall. I watch her go. Her ass moves from side to side. Maybe the best ass I’ve ever seen. Definitely fuckable. Or at least I hope so.

You see a girl that great, it’s an event. I keep thinking about her. Wondering if I should have said something different. That evening, in the shower, I jerk off thinking about her. It’s not that I’m lacking for sex. Well, I am, actually. Not completely but getting a lot less than I want and with girls that are nowhere near as great as Cynthia.

I’m in sales. Out of college a couple years ago I got a job with two guys that had started up a manufacturers rep firm a couple years before and were growing. It’s great and I’m finally starting to make more than a minimum living, much more actually. So I’m busy. If I have calls in Santa Barbara or the other direction, San Bernardino, I get home a little late. Today, I’m waiting for the elevator in the lobby at around 6:30 pm and when the doors open, there’s Cynthia.

Before I can even say anything, she says, “Hi, Dan,” and steps out, right toward me.

“Hi,Cynthia,” I say, “you may be even more gorgeous today than yesterday.”

She gives a little laugh and grins at me. “Hey,” she says, “I was just going out to eat. I don’t know anything at all about any places near here. Where would be good?”

“Well, L.A. has a thousand good places but right near here, within walking distance, there are only four possibilities. Depends what you prefer. Out the door and to your left you can find a Mexican place and an Italian place. To the right is a fast food burger place and another block down is sort of a family kind of place, a step above a coffee shop.”

“Hum,” she actually says out loud, “well, I’d just as soon have something a little nice, the Italian place sounds best. Thanks.” She’s ready to walk around me.

“Hey,” I blurt out, “I was going to eat in a couple minutes any way. O.k. if I join you?”

She actually smiles at me. Maybe she likes the idea. “Sure, I’d love some company.”

We head to the door, I put my arm on her back as I open the door for her. I want to touch or feel this sexy body as often as possible. We walk the two blocks to the restaurant, talking. I discover she’s from Colorado, graduated from Colorado State in Communications and is now in the second week of her first, full-time, career job. She loves fashion and managed to get a position at the west coast office of a major fashion magazine. Their job is covering Hollywood and it’s people and regional fashions in general and so far her job has been limited to fact checking and going for coffee and sandwiches as needed.

She learns about my job and background. By this time we’re in the restaurant, seated and have ordered. We have a bottle of Chianti to split between us. I end up telling her about me by saying that I really like what I’m doing and it’s turning out even better than I had hoped and I thought I had a very good future. Sipping wine and then taking the first bites of our meal, she starts complaining about her job. ardahan escort She’s not getting to do what she expected she would be doing, she’s treated like someone who knows nothing, her boss is a real bitch and impossible to get along with and she wonders if she should just quit and hunt for something else.

I try to tell her that as the new kid in the office, it’s no surprise that they don’t give her serious work right away. She has to work her way into their confidence and slowly get a little more responsibility handed to her. She agrees that she’s thought of all that but is still very down hearted about things.

I tell her, “I think you need a fuck buddy.”

That gets her attention. She just looks at me for a moment and then her eyes sort of shine and she grins. “What did you just say? A fuck buddy?”

“Yeah, I think you’re frustrated with more than your work. You’re in a new place, don’t have a lot of friends, it’s all a huge adjustment. You need someone that will give you orgasms, make you happy, relieve your stress.”

She just looks at me again, a grin growing on her face. “And I guess you think you’re the one that could do that for me?”

“Well, yeah. You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever known. The greatest body possible. I’d love to do everything possible to your body. I bet you’re delicious. You should be given a couple orgasms before we even get around to actually fucking.”

She actually laughs a little. “You’re so full of it. Has that line ever got you anywhere with anyone?”

“Well, I’m only a couple years older than you. I haven’t had that much sex with that many people, so I’ve never really developed a line, as such. The fuck-buddy idea just came to me because I really think that’s what you need. As for the other, I actually did once have a girl decide immediately that she was ready when I mentioned my giving her oral sex.”

“So you’re suggesting therapy sex. No romance, no loving, no great emotion. Sex sort of like working out a sore leg or something.”

“No, I don’t think it’s possible to have sex without some feeling. I would hope that it would include a lot of emotion, a lot of romance. And you know, I sort of bet that it wouldn’t be all that new to you.”

“What? You’re saying I’ve done something like this before?”

“Well, as gorgeous as you are, I bet you went steady in college for awhile. There are a lot of reasons for going steady, I did it, too, in college. I mean you’re all of a sudden in this big impersonal place and you need to have something central to hold on to, to be part of. But, the sex is also important. At least for me, I think the sex was the most important point of it all. And if it was for you, too, then here you are now in a strange place again and you’re just not gettin’ any.”

By the time I finished my little diatribe she’s grinning at me again. “You’re full of it, Dan, but you’re right. I was a freshman, the first time away from home and this junior seduced me. With my complete cooperation. He was my first. And it was all just the greatest thing ever. Somewhere along the line I did think momentarily about something long term but, honestly, neither of us really expected it to last beyond college. And it didn’t. He graduated and we’ve talked on the phone a couple times, but not for a year or more now.”

“I bet I know but, I’ll ask anyway. What did you do for sex once he was gone?”

“I found another guy and we lasted until I graduated. And I haven’t talked to him since I left there. You’re right. it was just sex. Very, very good sex.”

The waiter brought our bill. “We’re going Dutch aren’t we?” Cynthia asks and pulls out a wallet with some money. I really meant to pay but her money was already there so I took the bill, figured out how much more was owed plus a decent tip and put it down. We both get up and leave. As we walk out the door she says, “You’re a terrific salesman. Are you as good at therapy?”

I actually grabbed her, pulled her around, got my arms around her and kissed her. I could feel that perfect body tight up against me. I slid a hand down onto her ass and she did the same to me, pulling me even tighter against her. Her mouth opened and we traded tongues. The best kiss of my whole life. When she finally pulled her head back a little she says, “Not out here. We should move into a bedroom.”

We start back. I have my arm around her and she has hers around my waist. This is all unbelievable, like a dream come true. “Cynthia,” I tell her, “I really wasn’t trying to talk you into anything you don’t want to do. It’s just that I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“Dan, yesterday I was standing staring at the elevator doors, tired and pissed off and thinking to myself that I really, really needed to get laid. Needed a lovely, erect cock. Then I turned and saw you. You’re tall and slim and nice looking and I was ready to attack you. Then you said if I needed anything to come to 308 and back in my room I thought artvin escort about knocking on your door and asking to borrow the use of your cock but I wasn’t quite willing to be that much of a slut. So when I met you again and we went to eat, you had me almost no matter what you said. But I loved what you were saying. It made it so easy for me.”

“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me but kept grinning about almost everything I said.” Then we stop and hug each other and we kiss some more and feel each other and then turn and hurry into the apartment building.

Into the elevator and before the doors actually close, she’s unzipping my fly and reaching in. Her hand searches around to get through my underwear and then she has her hand around my cock. My very erect cock. She looks at me and gives me a dirty grin. She reaches up to pull my head down to kiss me, still holding my cock, squeezing it. The doors open and she pulls me along, using my cock as her grasp on me, down the hall to her apartment. She murmurs a “shit” as she has to let go of me to get her keys out, then we go in and she pushes the door shut behind us. There is no furniture in her living room. Not one chair or table. As I look around, she kneels on the floor and starts unfastening my belt, then my pants. She grasps the waist band and pulls both my pants and boxers down . As they drop onto my feet, still in my socks and shoes, She has hold of my cock again. “Oh, Dan,” she says, “this is so good.” She starts licking along the sides and then gets her mouth over the head and starts sucking me in. She keeps one hand holding the base for a moment and starts playing with my testicles with the other. As she gets most of me in her mouth, she lets go and reaches around to hold my ass and pulls it towards her. I can feel her moaning or humming or something as she licks and sucks.

I look around. This is one sexy time. The girl of my dreams is sucking my cock and playing with my balls. But it’s also surreal. I’m standing in a completely empty room, my pants around my ankles so I can hardly move. The only thing to do is enjoy it because I know I’m not going to last long. And I don’t. I doubt if she sucks more than three minutes and I’m shooting into her mouth. She pulls her head back some, keeping just the head in her mouth. I give her enough that I know she has to be swallowing because her mouth can’t be big enough to hold it all. I finally squirt out a last little dribble and she pulls her mouth off and sort of stares at my cock, then takes it back into her mouth and slowly milks it with her lips, sucking out anything that’s left.

“You have a great cock, Dan,” she says. “I hope I get to do that a lot.” She stands up, holding my bare butt. “Your turn now,” she says and turns and heads into what I know is the bedroom. Her apartment is a duplicate of mine as far as layout goes. I have to sit down or else I’ll fall. I untie my shoes, get them off, pull my socks off, then manage to step out of my pants and underwear that I just leave there in a pile and follow her as quick as I can.

In the bedroom she has a double bed. Not Queen or King. And a small, Ikea modern chest of drawers. That’s it. Still moving in. But the real sight was her. Naked. Leaning over the bed, pulling the comforter and top sheet down. I’ve never seen anything sexier, maybe never will. “You’re even more gorgeous naked,” I say to her and get my arms around her and pull her against me to kiss her. She turns her head slightly.

“Kiss me, now?” she asks.

“Definitely, you’re just so beautiful and desirable, I can hardly stand it.”

“But my mouth still has some of you in it.”

I take my hand and turn her head and kiss her, push my tongue into her. She puts her arms around me and we kiss and kiss and lick each other and hold on tight. “Sucking me just makes you even sexier,” I say to her and back us up until she’s against the bed. I push her to sit on the bed and kneel in front of her, pushing her knees apart to get up against her. I kiss her again and it may be the best kiss yet. I’ve never felt so turned on before in my life. I start kissing her shoulders, move my hands to her breasts and then slump down a little to get my mouth to her breasts. I kiss and lick and suck her nipples and fondle those amazing breasts. I could spen a lot of time on them, they’re perfect. But, I kiss down over her stomach and she lays back some and spreads her legs. This has happened to me before. Girls can spread their legs a lot more than guys can. It almost seems a physical impossibility.

There’s her pussy. Blonde hair. Really blonde, light yellow. All above her pussy, not down the lips. The hair on her head is real, I bet Cameron Diaz’s isn’t. And her pussy. Pink, puffy, really beautiful. I kiss it. I turn my head and kiss her upper thighs. Firm, meaty, no fat. Most girls thighs are flabbier from my experience. I use my fingers to pull her open slightly and get my tongue into her and lick up and down. I can’t bodrum escort describe the taste. Sex. It’s what sex must taste like. Better than the best steak.

She’s making little noises. I look up at her and she’s leaning back on her arms looking down at me. “You’re so beautiful. The sexiest, tastiest, most beautiful pussy in the world.” I get my tongue back in her and start doing everything I can think of. I do the alphabet thing. I push my tongue into her vagina. I lick up a little and flick my tongue on her clit, little more than a bump. Her insides are getting a little juicier, her hips bounce a little as I touch her clit with my tongue. She makes slightly louder noises. Not words or moans, just some primeval, guttural, involuntary sounds of pleasure.

I’m going to eat her forever. I’ve never felt as strongly about this before. I would like to almost crawl in and live there. I want to keep tasting her and tasting her and driving her nuts. She keeps getting juicier, she’s shoving her hips more at me, wants me there. Her one hand is holding my head, mussing my hair and then pushing me into her more, then letting up a little. I slide a finger into her and get my lips around her clit. More than a bump now, it’s sticking it’s head up a little. I suck on it some and pull my finger out and put another next to it and push both back into her. I suck on her clit, flick it with my tongue, slide my fingers in and out, and she starts yelling, Her hips jump even more, She lets go of my head but her legs close around me and hold me tight and I can feel her orgasming, emitting fluid. I slide my face down as much as I can, trapped in there, and try and lick up everything I can.

Her legs release me, she lays back as if exhausted. I start licking up and down inside her again. “Oh my god, more?” she asks. “I’m not sure I can.” I keep on licking, softly, just enjoying her shape and taste. I shove my tongue into her vagina. I don’t even need to hold her open, her pussy is engorged, spread, all available. I lick her lips and then back inside her. She’s making small noises again. I’ve never done this before. Keep on licking after she’s cum. I realize, I just want to. It’s no great plan or anything, I just love licking her, eating her. I start through the alphabet again with my tongue, tasting her, feeling the shape and the softness/firmness/juiciness of her. She just lays back and makes her small noises. Sounds that seems to me means she’s enjoying this. I have no idea of time. It’s comfortable, kneeling here; she seems comfortable, even though her legs are almost into a split. And we both seem to like it. More, really. Love it. I don’t know her well enough to know how we’ll get along but I know I love her pussy. I love her body.

I get my tongue back up to her clit and start working on it. It’s actually sort of a little penis now, easy to grab with my lips, hit with my tongue. I slide a couple fingers into her again. Her noises start getting louder,. Her very juicy, tasty pussy gets even juicier. Her hand comes back down onto my head. Her body moves slightly, her hips sort of jump. I just keep finger fucking her and sucking her clit and she starts howling. Her hand pushes me in tight, her legs come up around me again, and I can feel fluid on my fingers. Again, I pull them out and move my head down as much as I can to try and suck her whole pussy into my mouth and taste what she’s emitting. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.

She essentially collapses again and I push up on my knees and get my very, very erect cock aimed at her and start pushing into her. “God yes.” she says loudly, “Fuck me. fuck me.” She’s so tight it almoast hurts Then I’m fully into her and start pushing her further onto the bed so that I can get a knee up and then the other and get over her. I want to kiss her with my cock in her. And we do. Her arms come up around me, her legs come up and her heels dig into my butt and I pull out and push in over and over. Since I’d already cum when she sucked me, I knew I would last a little. I started working harder, moving faster and pounding into her. She’s making those same guttural noises. Not exactly ughs and not exactly just heavy breathing, almost like the grunts some women make playing top level tennis.

Her eyes are scrunched shut, her face almost in a grimace. She’s concentrating everything on the feel of our fucking. Her feet come off me and she gets them on the bed and starts pushing her hips back up at me, fucking me almost as much as I’m fucking her. Then she screams, her body stiffens, I can feel fluid around my cock. and she collapses again. Her eyes look up at me and she gets this smile on her face. “Dan, you’re a miracle.” She puts her hand on my head and pulls it down and we kiss. It’s not a soft, friendly kiss, it’s hot and urgent. I move my head to the side and kiss her neck. “You haven’t cum,” she says.

“No,” I reply, and move my hips to move my cock inside her.

“Let me on top. I’ll make you cum,” she says, then grins at me. I pull out completely, lift up some and move to the side and lay down, scrunching around until I’m on my back. She climbs up over me, her hands on my chest, gets above my cock and reaches with one hand to hold me up and she starts sliding her pussy down over me.

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I came in late one night after working until about midnight. I went to my bedroom where I found Velvet asleep on my bed. She had come over earlier that night to baby-sit because my wife was working the 11:00PM to 7:00AM shift. She was lying on her back on top of the covers, sound asleep. She had evidently wanted to make herself comfortable, as she was wearing only a tee shirt and panties. The shirt was riding up a bit exposing her flat tanned belly. Her high cut white satin and lace panties were fully exposed. I could easily see the soft outline of her mons and pussy lips.

After visually drinking in every inch of her loveliness, I sat down on the edge of the bed and gently shook her near shoulder. I softly spoke her name. Without opening her eyes, she smiled and took my hand in both of hers. What she did next shocked me. With her eyes still closed, she placed my hand on her left breast. Without hesitation, I began to knead her tit. Velvet had beautiful tits, about a 36 C cup. Her nipples were the kind with small areolas and pencil eraser tips.

As I caressed her breast, she kept smiling (still with her eyes closed) and began to rub the inside of my thigh. I took her nipple between my thumb and index finger and rolled it back and forth, sometimes stretching it out to its limits. This had a nice effect on Velvet as she moaned loudly.

I then began to caress her flat belly, working my way down to her hip and then to the top and outside of her thigh. As soon as my hand made the turn across the top of her knee, Velvet spread her legs wide to offer me access to her inner thighs. Switching to her near thigh, I caressed my way up to the top of her thigh, being careful not to touch her pussy just yet.

After a few minutes of this thigh massage, I could see that she was getting quite turned on. I ran my hand up her thigh one more time and curved up to the front of her leg when I reached the top. I then danced my fingers ever so lightly across her mons, still staying outside her panties and curled back up to her belly. I rubbed her smooth belly skin for another few seconds and then gently slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties.

Velvet was not completely shaven but her hair was cropped very short and had that silky feel to it. I placed the flat of my palm on her mons and massaged in tight circles for about two minutes. This was about all she could stand. Velvet took her hand from where she had been rubbing my cock through my pants and grabbed my hand again. She gently but insistently pushed my hand down to rest on her beautiful pussy.

Once my fingers found where she was guiding me, she removed her hands from mine urfa escort and began to knead her breasts and roughly pinch her nipples. The amazing thing about this whole scene was that she still had not even once opened her eyes!

I let my three middle fingers curve down to press against the front of her sweet cunt, with the middle finger falling between her lips. She was very wet and my finger slipped between her labia with no trouble. Then, I slowly withdrew that finger up to the top of her pussy to rest directly on her hard clit.

Instantly she gasped and let out a long low moan. Without moving my finger from its happy play tracing tight little circles around her swollen clit, I bent down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Velvet placed her hands on either side of my head and started to run her fingers through my hair. Then she moved them down to my cheeks.

When she felt my beard, Velvet suddenly opened her eyes. “Bill, it’s you!” she exclaimed in a shocked voice. “I thought you were my boyfriend!” It seems I have a beard and he does not.

I answered her by removing my mouth from her hard nipple just long enough to breathe, “Do you want me to stop?” Without waiting for an answer, I went back to sucking and gently nibbling on her nipple. Simultaneously I moved my finger from her clit down between her lips and plunged it deep into her pussy for the first time.

This had the desired effect. Velvet took in her breath sharply and after only a moments hesitation managed to whine, “No, don’t stop! That feels so good!”

I continued finger fucking her while sucking on her nipple, alternating between teasing her clit and exploring her deepest reaches with first one and then two fingers. While I was doing this, Velvet started undoing my pants in a frenzy. When her goal was finally achieved, she reached into my underwear and grasped my cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly began to stroke it up and down. This was obviously not the first time she had handled a cock. In a very few moments of this treatment, I became rock hard.

I broke off contact with her and stood up to remove my clothes. As I did, Velvet sat up and threw off her shirt. She laid back down and hooking her thumbs in both sides of her panties, they were instantly gone as well. As I was removing the last of my clothes she began rubbing her clit with one hand and her titties with the other.

When I was fully undressed, I closed and locked the door and joined Velvet on the bed. We immediately locked in a passionate embrace. I kissed her full on the mouth and our tongues explored each others’. I moved down sivas escort to her neck enveloping my senses in her fragrance and nibbled and kissed my way down to her breasts. Once there, I spent some time kneading, sucking and nibbling on them. Then I moved down to her warm belly and played there for a while. I continued my southward journey until my face was between her thighs and I found myself gazing at her lovely twenty- year- old pussy.

I licked her pussy lips first up one side and then the other. Velvet let out another moan and said, “God, that feels good!” I stuck my tongue all the way out and down and pressed the flat of it hard against her pussy. When I did this she started bucking her hips against my tongue, fucking my mouth against her clit. I did this over and over, every now and then pointing my tongue and plunging it deep into her sweet pussy, fucking her with it as if it were my cock. Finally she grabbed my head with both of her hands and while squeezing her thighs around my ears, came thunderously. Her pussy flooded my mouth and I happily swallowed it all up.

After she caught her breath, Velvet said,” God that was fantastic!!” “I never came so hard before!”

I said, “There’s more where that came from.”

“There is?” she said dreamily.

“Sure.” I replied. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“More than anything!” she giggled. “But first I want to return the favor.” she added with a sly smile.

She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me. Our naked bodies seemed to be melting together as we kissed passionately for several minutes. After a particularly long wet kiss, Velvet started moving slowly down my body, kissing and licking as she went. When she got to my cock she gave it a quick kiss and a lick and then suddenly engulfed the entire shaft in her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She stayed just like this for an eternity. I could feel the flat part of her tongue sliding up and down the underside of my cock, compressing the whole thing up against the roof of her mouth. Then she withdrew up to the top, but not enough to let my cock fall from her hot wet mouth. When she reached the top of her stroke, Velvet pointed her tongue and rapidly flicked the underside of my cock head back and forth. Then she plunged down again.

She kept up this pace for several minutes, varying the angle of her head now and then and sometimes running her pursed lips up and down the shaft along the side like playing a harmonica. I gently grasped both sides of her head, cradling her pretty face in my hands and helped her set a pace that I liked. At one point I moaned, “Oh Velvet, tekirdağ escort suck it!”

She let my cock slip from her mouth and looked up at me smiling and said, “Ooo Bill I love sucking your cock …fuck my sweet hot mouth!” This almost put me over the top.

Somehow my new lover knew just when to stop. Just when I started to feel my orgasm approaching, Velvet sat up and pleaded, “Please fuck my pussy!”…”I need your cock in me so badly!” With that, she lay on her back and spread her lovely legs wider than I would have thought possible.

I knelt between her tanned athletic legs and rubbed my hard cock up and down against her wet pussy lips. I did this several times, stopping just short of entering her. Finally, she could take it no longer and whined. “Oh, Bill please fuck me!…Pleeese!!”

That was all I could stand. Before the second “please” had left her lips, I thrust into her buttery pussy all the way to the hilt. When I did, Velvet gasped and dug her red fingernails into my back trying to pull me in even deeper. Once we both relaxed and found our rhythm, I found out that this angel was aptly named. Fucking her sweet pussy felt like my cock was being milked by a hot wet and firm hand sheathed in velvet. She had excellent control of the muscles of her pussy. Every time I entered her, I could feel her relax and draw me in. On the outstroke, I could feel her pussy muscles clench hard, desperately trying to keep my cock inside her as long as possible. The feeling was incredible!!

We fucked in several positions. Velvet got on top for a while and came again when I sucked and nibbled on her nipple while she ground her clit against the root of my cock. I also fucked her from behind and held on to both of her lovely tits while she came from a combination of me fucking her while she furiously stroked her clit.

After Velvet came the last time, she could see that I was about to follow and she turned to me and over her shoulder said with a sly smile, “Don’t cum in my pussy, I want to taste it…Please cum in my mouth!”

That was all I could stand. I pulled out of her heavenly cunt as she spun around to meet me. She once again engulfed my cock between her ruby lips and sucked hard. I held onto her head again to steady myself and unloaded a torrent of cum into her warm willing mouth. Velvet eagerly swallowed as fast as she could but some of my cum leaked out from the corners of her mouth. When she finally relinquished her hold on my cock and let it slip from her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled without saying a word.

We lay in each other’s arms for the rest of that night and except for another early morning blowjob just after the alarm went off, she never mentioned our tryst to me again. She left the house as I went to shower, only to arrive again about forty-five minutes later, on time to baby-sit. She acted as if she had never even been there that night. Sometimes I wonder…had she?

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She raised her eyebrows as she walked into the house. Jesus, she thought, they don’t do things by half. She carried on to the kitchen where a lot of people stood around, drinks in hand, ducking here and there so to miss the decorations which seemed to be hanging from every possible area.

“Carla you made it!” Jess came dashing over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Of course I did, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” she said, giving Jess a hug. Jess giggled and handed her a drink.

“I’m so glad you’re here, all of Kevs mates are mad drinkers and none of our gang can keep up!”

Carla smiled at her and allowed jess to steer her outside, where Kevan and his mates were making a lot of noise and causing general hell. “Kev! Carla’s here!”

Kev dropped his tongs and wiped his hands on his jeans, “Hey girl,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “You been good?”

Carla smiled at him, her eyebrow raised, “Hey Kev, real good, Happy Birthday!”

She gave Kev another kiss, nicked a hot dog from the BBQ and went to mingle.

She couldn’t stop the smirks that crept across her face. She knew he had been watching her, knew he wanted to step in when his mates had started chatting her up, and new that the drunker he got the more obvious he was making it.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, “You are going to get caught.” she said.

He shrugged, “She’s been too stupid so far.” Kev smiled at her, bringing his body closer.

Her body started to respond instantly. Since her and Kev had started their affair he managed to push all the buttons to tease her. Even the text he sent her earlier begging her to come to the party and promising he’ll behave himself got her clit tingling.

“You’ve drunk too much and you don’t want her to notice. Once she finds out you’ll never see me again.”

“We can’t have that,” Kev mumbled, and pulled away from her.

She walked back into the garden shortly after him, and followed him to where the others were sat. There were only about 15 of them left now, and the evening was rolling in.

Jess, she could see, was in the kitchen with some other girl, doing the cleaning and glancing through the window the people outside every so often. “So Carla, how is the love life?” one of Kevs mates asked her, with the others sniggering.

It was well known that Carla liked to stay single, and never tied anyone down for long, and she knew everyone had their theories and reasons behind this, but no rize escort one had ever got it right. “Actually Mark, its perfect! Finally got a man that wants sex and nothing more! Hows your boring wife doing?”

Mark blushed and looked through the window, “Amanda’s still got it.”

The other guys laughed, “Yeah right mate,” said Kev, “Unless she fucks like she cooks, you’ve been telling us lies!”

“Says you and Mrs No Oral because she doesn’t like the taste!” Mark laughed back in Kevs face.

Kev went bright red but didn’t retaliate. Carla smirked and felt her nipples harden. Kev got plenty of oral, and gave plenty too, she knew it was killing him to not be able to brag about it.

Carla stood up and stretched, and headed into the house, “Ans in there,” Amanda said, as Carla went towards the bathroom, “He looked a little green, so I wouldn’t join him!”

“Try Kevs cabin, hold your breath though I doubt he’s cleaned it.” Jess smiled at her.

Carla thanked them and spun around, in the patio door way Kev stood, his muscles bulging in his shirt, the tattoos outline them perfectly. “Excuse me,” she whispered to him, gentling pushing herself into him, “I need to use your boys room.”

Kev hooked his finger into her jeans and held her there for a second. “You best be quiet young lady”

“Yes sir,” she sighed, her clit tingling.

She carried on to his shed, popping the bolt open and taking a look around. Everyone else seemed to be occupied so she slipped inside.

Two minutes later the door opened again. She sat up on one of the work benches in just her French knickers, and each foot propped up, spreading her legs wide. “Fuck I’ve wanted you all day.” Kev said, sliding the inside bolt shut. “You better not have started without me.” he growled, taking her hand and sucking on her fingers.

“Not me babe, you know I’d rather wait for you.” she said, her voice laced with lust.

He moved himself forwards so she could feel the heat coming from him, he pushed himself against her pussy and slid his tongue along her jaw line.

She tilted her back as he continued running his tongue down over her throat and collar bone. “God you taste good, I can’t wait till next week I gotta have you,” he said.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed his head, raising his eyes to hers. “Fuck me,” she said, and he slammed his mouth against hers, hard.

She could feel him swelling in his jeans, so she fumbled sakarya escort with his buttons and popped his cock out. It was at half mast but she knew it wouldn’t be long till it was the throbbing beast she’d come to know.

He carried on kissing her as he let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He kicked them to the side and pushed up against her again.

He started kissing her down her throat again, sucking and nibbling here and there, he slid the straps to her top off, and unhitched her bra. Her nipples instantly hardened in the cold air, but he caught her hands before she covered them.

“God I love these nipples.” he said, as he put his hot wet mouth against one, sliding his tongue over it and sucking on it.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she fought against his hands that pinned her arms down. He continued to bite gentling on her nipples, blathering them with his tongue, swapping from left to right and back again.

Her pussy began to tingle more, she could feel her juices starting to build up and trickle out. Kev pulled away, letting her nipples swell in the cold air. He run his tongue down her tummy, knowing how sensitive her Y area was he tickled his way down towards her pussy.

She fought against his hands again but he held her in place and tutted. “You want me to make you cum?” he whispered, his breath caressing her clit making her squirm. “Please,” she answered.

He moved his face closer to her pussy, and caught her knickers between his teeth. He looked up at her, she could see that gleam in his eyes, and gasped as he pulled as hard as her could tearing the lace.

Then she gasped for air as his hot mouth latched onto her clit. He sucked on her as hard as he could, then pulled off and flicked his tongue back and forth.

She struggled again, making her boobs jiggle, but his hands had her locked into place, and she nearly screamed with frustration. She just wanted to grab his head and force him to stop teasing her.

He glanced up at her, she could see the wicked smile on his face, knowing what she wanted but not giving it to her. He licked gently, making her breath heavy and push her pussy forward, then he sucked in her clit making her almost peak. “You bastard, will get caught if you play too much.”

She felt him giggle slightly as he latched on again, keeping her clit surrounded by his hot mouth, and sloshing his tongue quickly across samsun escort that sensitive bit.

She could feel the build up coming, she started gyrating her hips back and fourth against his tongue, as he stayed on her clit and kept licking. She wanted to grab his head so much but he kept her pinned. She could feel it rising, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned as her pussy clenched and she orgasmed, trying her best to not make any noise, “uhh fuck Kev,” she said as he gave her one last kiss on her clit, making her jerk, the cum dripping off his face.

He put a finger to his lips, as someone rattled the door to the shed. “Kev?” it was Jess.

Kevs face broke into a grin. Before Carla could stop him he called out, “Yeah babe?”

“You OK?”

“Nah, give me a few mins and I’ll be more than perfect!” he said, smiling at Carla as her eyes widened in shock.

They could hear Jess move away from the door, and Carla let her breath roll out slowly. “idiot.” she said.

Kev grinned again, letting go of her hands and grabbing her thighs, he pulled her, fast, and she came right off the work bench.

Carla steadied herself against him, and he gave her a long deep kiss. He then spun her around, and pushed her head forward.

With the taste of her own pussy on her lips, she shoved her ass outwards and crossed her legs, making her pussy wide open for him.

She felt the tip of his cock slip around her wet pussy, and braced herself as he inched his way in. He pushed forwards, and she caught her breath as the head of his swollen cock popped in.

And then he fucked her. He rammed the rest of his cock him, his balls slapping her already sensitive clit making her gasp. He pulled out again and slammed forwards, this time making her raise one leg up and resting a knee on the work bench.

He continued to fuck her, slamming in as hard as he could, she gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white with the effort, her breathing getting heavier as she could feel him swell.

“Oh that’s it babe, nearly there.” he moaned, continuing to pound her as hard as he could.

She felt him swell more, felt his cock twitch inside of her and moaned as he filled her with his cum, his growling getting gradually quieter as he emptied out.

He pulled out, panting, she could feel the cum dribbling down her thigh. She turned her head to look at him, he looked up and smiled, and slapped her across the arse.

“God I’ve missed you.” he said.

She leant forward and picked up her jeans, “I’ve missed you too, and now I got to sit here for the rest of the evening with no panties on and your cum soaking my jeans.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Shame that.” he said, and gave her one last kiss.

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