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Tourist Fun in Wine Country

The B&B in Napa had come highly recommended by our friends Meryl and Mitch, who said to be sure to have someone named Kathryn show us the sauna. When we checked into the large, Craftsman style house, and were met by a striking brunette.

Five foot 8 with light tan skin and wide eyes, she wore a slate gray shirt and a khaki green skirt that highlighted her figure. A full head of pure black hair draped around her face before cascading over her ample bosom. She rested her hand lightly on my upper arm, “Welcome. My name is Kathryn, and I’m the innkeeper.” She checked our names in the reservation database. “I see you were recommended by Meryl and Mitch. Would you like the same visitor package that they made us of?

I blinked at Jan, who shrugged. “Sure. Whatever they had…”

“Very good,” Kathryn smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse. “If there is anything you need,” she removed her shirt revealing a black lace bra over large, dark nipples, “Anything at all,” she was lowering the zipper at the side of her skirt. “Please do not hesitate to ask.” Her skirt came off. Her panties were matching black lace barely covering a thick patch of black pubic hair.

“Excuse me…” I began, but Jan cut me off as she lifted her shirt over her head.

“Thank you for having such a welcoming policy. May I kiss you?”

“Of course.” Kathryn openly admired Jan’s breasts encased in a blue satin bra. “While all touching is encouraged as part of the “Swinger” package, it is considered courteous to ask.”

Jan put a hand behind Kathryn’s neck and pulled her into a kiss. Kathryn’s hand reached for the clasp of Jan’s bra, breaking the kiss long enough to ask, “May I?”

“Only if I may return the favor,” Jan replied.

Both women had their bras undone in seconds, and were rubbing their nipples together amidst deep sighs and occasional gasps.

I could only stare, my dick growing in my pants.

“Let me show you around the place,” Kathryn took Jan’s hand.

“No, wait,” Jan stopped and began opening her blue jeans, peeling them away to show blue satin that matched her bra as it encased her round butt and cupped her pubis. “I’d feel awkward with you having such a lovely pussy while I was in rough denim.”

Both women looked at me, expectantly.

I pulled my pants off, over my shoes. My black boxer briefs displayed a barely restrained bulge.

“He’s quite nice, isn’t he?”

Jan put her arm around Kathryn’s narrow waist. “Wait until he’s fully erect.”

“I’m positively dripping with expectation.”

I followed the women as they sauntered around the lower level of the house, showing off the living room, sitting room, kitchen and a large dining room with seating for 12! No one else seemed to be visiting the B&B that day. Kathryn stopped in front of two dark wooden doors. “And this, is the playroom.” She pulled open the double doors. The heady smell of sex poured over us as we gazed at as many as five couples on thick pads on the floor. They were men and women, youngish and oldsters, different colors and body types. All with one thing in common: sex. All were licking or sucking or fucking or being fucked, and several combinations of thereof. “This was Meryl’s favorite room.”

“Of course, it was,” Jan marveled.

“I think there were days when Mitch went on our excursions by himself. Although, with the Swinger package, you need never be alone.”

“And now, upstairs,” Kathryn began climbing the polished wooden staircase.

Jan took hold of my solid cock. “And now, upstairs,” as she followed Kathryn’s swaying butt. Jan nudged me, tilting her head toward Kathryn as she mouthed “Say something.”

I coughed. “I must say, Kathryn, you have a spectacular ass,” Jan looked at me, aghast but Kathryn smiled as if I had paid her the highest compliment.

“Why, thank you. If you’d like to explore inside it” she slowed to let us get close “Please just ask.”

At the top of the stairs, Kathryn stopped and turned to us. From four steps down, her pussy was at eye level. “Your room is the first on the right,” She pointed with an elegant index finger whose fingernail was significantly shorter than the others on that hand. I quickly glanced to her other hand, noticing the same distinction, but with the middle finger trimmed short, while all the others had long nails, perfectly manicured to a sharp point.

“There is brochure in the room describing each of our accommodations and excursions. Everything is included in the price except wine, food purchases and tips.”

She stepped aside, letting us climb to her level. Her smile could turn my knees to liquid and my cock to solid.

“Here is your key card. And once more, since it is your first time, let me repeat,” she slid her hand into her panties, where it was clear that she was inserting her fingers into her pussy. She gasped, then brought the fingers out, covered in her juices. “If there is any way I can make your stay more pleasant,” she wiped her cunt juice under escort gaziantep bayan numaraları Jan’s nose, “please do not hesitate to ask.” She smeared her fingers under my nose and I quickly caught them in my mouth, locking eyes, as I sucked and licked them clean. “Anything at all,” she finished with a sigh.

She rubbed the large bulge in my crotch before she stepped away, “I’ll have someone bring up your luggage. Would you prefer Armand or Agila?”

“Armand,” I said.

“Agila,” Jan said at the same instant.

We both smiled and chuckled. Jan turned to Kathryn, “Whomever you would recommend.”

“Of course,” and she stepped past us on her way downstairs.

I unlocked the room as quickly as possible. The minute we were inside, I grabbed Jan, kissing her fiercely as my cock pressed against her stomach. “What the hell is going on?”

She dropped our clothes in the middle of the floor before grabbing my cock and tugging it with long, fast jerks.

“I should have known Meryl would recommend a swingers’ resort. Kathryn thinks we’ll like the same ‘sharing’ high jinks as those two perverts.”

I chuckled, “And the problem is?”

“I am so goddam horny right now I can’t think straight!” Jan shoved me onto the bed, burying her face between my knees. She sucked me hard and deep before lifting her head. “Kathryn wants to fuck you. You got that, right?”

“Ya think?” I rested my hand in her hair, guiding her up and down my pulsing cock.

“And you want to fuck her, don’t you, Lover?”

“Absolutely! And you? What will you do while Kathryn and I are indulging our lust?”

“I will be going back and forth, licking your assholes.” She paused in her assault on my cock. “Or maybe Armond will be worth giving a tumble.”

I was humping her face, faster and deeper. “And don’t forget, Meryl and Mitch specifically recommended the sauna … fuck yes, Jan. I’m going to cum.”

Jan doubled her efforts, abandoning the conversation long enough to deep throat my cock, making me fill her throat with cum. I pumped uncontrollably, shooting stream after stream into her mouth.

Jan swallowed with a satisfied groan.

I cradled her face, lifting until she sat on my lap, her soaked panties squishing onto my thighs.

“That looks like the excursion brochure, there,” I nodded my head toward the nightstand.

When Jan leaned over to pick it up, I slid two fingers under her panties and into her dripping pussy.

“Ooo, yes Lover.”

She pressed back on my fingers, pushing them deep as I unfolded my thumb across her clit.

Jan began to read aloud.

“In-room dress code and personal access is established and enforced by the assigned occupants.”

She smirked, “Personal access?”

“Who gets access to whom and how often?”

“And how messy,” she smiled dreamily.

“In-house playroom facility. All occupants and their guests age 21 and over are welcome. Please enter and exit through the unisex locker room. See posted dress code for appropriate individual attire.”

“Dress code? Was anybody in that room dressed?”

Jan squinted, “I just remember seeing lots of tits, cocks, clits, and asses.”

“Sounds like our kind of place.”

“Private Wine Tour for Lovers. Now we’re talking,” Jan wiggled her hips on my fingers. “Escape for a day in the wine country on this exclusive winery tour, with all tasting fees included! Your private group tour visits three estate wineries, beginning with Castello Degli Innamorati. Your personal concierge will help you discover the intimate winemaking process. Enjoy the Napa Valley regions of Yountville, St. Helena, and Rutherford.”

“Intimate process? Do we get to watch the winemakers fucking?”

Jan smiled, then groaned when my fingers sped up their internal massage. “Well, there’s this. NOTICE: For health and safety reasons, no nudity is allowed in manufacturing area. Appropriate robes and masks will be provided. Complete nudity and access is allowed, and encouraged, in the tasting area.”

“This really is a fuck-as-you-go resort.”

“Starting with your magical fingers, Lover.”

I rubbed her clit in quick, tiny circles.

“Hot air balloon ride. Hm, we may have to do this. Aw, fuck, Lover. So nice. Um…In compliance with county laws and statutes, no nudity is allowed below 1000 feet. Complete nudity and access is allowed and encouraged above 1000 feet at the discretion of the pilot.”

“Can we request a pilot with no discretion?”

“It doesn’t say. Faster Lover. Finger me faster.”

She scanned down the pages. “Ah, here’s the sauna. The intimate sauna experience takes place in a reused and renovated wine barrel. Sauna can be reserved as either a private or shared booking. Nudity and full access is allowed, based on booking status.”

“Hm. Full access.”

“That means pegging your sexy ass while surrounded by stream.”

“Did you bring the double dildo?”

“Of course, though I’m sure escort bayan gaziantep reklamları Kathryn has something we could borrow, if necessary.”

“She may only let us borrow half of it, while she keeps control of the rest.”

Jan’s breath was coming in short gasps as she continued reading. “Open Air Wine Trolley Tour with Lunch. Now that sounds fun.”

“Fresh air around my balls. A stiff breeze up your…”

“No nudity is allowed while on board the open-air trolley. Nudity and complete access is allowed and encouraged in tasting rooms and outdoor picnic areas.”

“Party poopers.”

“Speaking of poop, Lover,” she rocked forward, sharing a view of her tight anus. I slipped one finger from her well-lubed cunt, then pressed it into her asshole.

“FUCK YES. Keep going!” She looked at the next item and laughed around her lusty groans.

“How appropriate. Horseback riding tour. No nudity allowed at any time during horseback riding tour.

“That’s probably so the horses don’t get a superiority complex.”

“Not around you, my big-dicked … FUCK YES! OH GOD I’M … SO GOOD!”

Her cunt squirted around my hand and across the bed as she humped me quick and hard. Soon, she started to relax.

“That’s everything. Where do you want to start?”

Before I could answer, there was a soft knock on the door. Without thinking, I moved Jan off my lap and stood to open the door.

A small, dark-skinned Asian woman stood behind a luggage cart with our bags on it. In keeping with the theme of the resort, she was completely nude.

“Hello. My name is Agila,” she started pushing the cart into our room. “Milady Kathryn said I should make you feel…” her voice trailed off as she saw Jan, sitting on the bed, smiling, her large alabaster tits riding high and proud, her legs spread in a lewd display of her dripping cunt. “… welcome,” she finished her sentence, politely taking her eyes from Jan, only to find my big cock, hard and glistening.

Once the cart was out of the way, I got a good look at Agila. A petite five feet tall, her hair was black and straight, long enough to part as it flowed down her square shoulders and over her large, tan breasts. Her nipples were dark brown and quickly puckering as she watched me stroke my cock. Her hands drifted to the small tuft of smooth, straight hair at the front of her labia, fingers spreading as she touched herself.

Jan stood close beside her, putting a hand on her tight, tan ass.

“Suck it, Agila. He won’t mind. And I will lick your cunt while you do it.”

Agila’s head whipped toward Jan, a luscious smile on her face, her almond eyes wide with desire. Jan gave her a soft tongue kiss. Agila’s eyes grew wider still as she plumbed Jan’s mouth.

“I taste…”

“It’s his cum. He filled my mouth just a few minutes ago.”

Agila looked back at my cock, throbbing to its full size. “And he’s already hard again,” she marveled.

“Do you want your cunt licked, Agila? Or should we ask him to put that big cock in your tiny pussy?”

By way of an answer the Asian woman knelt down, then crawled toward my dick. “Lick me,” she spoke to Jan while mesmerized by the bobbing cock in my hand. She presented her dark brown backside to Jan’s appreciative gaze. “Suck my clit while I suck your man’s cock. Finger fuck my cunt while your man fucks my face.”

I tilted my cock down, pointing it at her intense expression, “Hello Agila. May I fuck your mouth?”

Her eyebrows slopped upward, as if the question was obvious. “It is what I live for. It is why I took this job.” She cradled my shaft in her small hands. Her English was clipped but perfect. “I love to be used. Make me your slut, both of you, and I will make your dreams come true as well.”

Jan was pulling off her sticky panties, “That’s all I need to hear,” Spectacularly naked, Jan got on all fours, crawling up behind Agila. Her nose against the other woman’s pussy, she paused to inhale her unique fragrance before licking the dark brown lips.

Agila sighed as she slipped her mouth over my cock. “You’re so big, sir. With her on my clit I will cum soon. Fill me with your seed.” She started rocking forward and back, pushing me deeper into her throat as she pressed her clit to Jan’s mouth.

“You taste exquisite,” Jan cooed. I saw her bring up one hand, inserting two fingers into the tight orifice. Agila moaned and sucked me harder.

I felt her tongue circling the swollen head of my cock. Then her fingers were stroking my balls. I threaded my fingers in her smooth dark hair, pulling her head tight against my stomach, pushing my long, thick shaft to the back of her throat. I heard her breath in, her nose buried in my thick pubic hair, “Oh fuck,” she sighed. Tightening her fingers around my balls, the other hand grabbed my rod, pumping in rhythm with her mouth.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jan lift her head. I watched as she smiled at me, her face glistening gaziantep escort kız telefonları with Agila’s pussy juice. She raised her hand to show me two fingers, pressed together, then added a third before lowering them into Agila’s cunt.

The small woman grunted, then cried, “Yes, madam! Fuck me hard.”

She humped onto Jan’s hand with deep fast jerks, her tongue lathing my entire shaft as she clucked her throat on my head. I grabbed her hair with both hands, matching her speed as I fucked her face. “I’m going to cum Agila. Your mouth is…FUCK YES AGILA DON’T’ STOP!”

I slammed my cock far into her mouth, shooting load after load of cum down her throat. Agila screamed around the mouthful of dick, her body convulsing. I heard Jan gulp and saw cunt juice splash around her face and down her tits. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM, YOU TINY SLUT!” Jan shouted, feeding Agila’s fantasy as she pounded her fingers into the tight cunt.

I pumped into her, again and again. “Still cumming,” I managed to groan.

“Agila, don’t’ swallow!” Jan commanded. “Bring his cum to me!” She took another long drink from Agila’s cunt before sitting up on her thighs. She grabbed the smaller woman, yanking her around, but there was no concern that Agila would not obey. Her mouth sealed shut, her eyes wide with lust, she kept grunting “Um hm. Um hm. Um hm.”

I noticed Jan’s mouth was also tightly closed. Her hand was at her pussy, frigging herself wildly, as Agila knelt in front of her. Her small tan hands took Jan’s alabaster face on either side and pulled her into a kiss. Her eyes grew wider as she realized she was not the only one with a load to share. The two women traded mouths full of cum, mine and Agila’s. Jan’s hands gripped Agila’s light brown tits, mauling and tugging the dark nipples. Agila groaned, cum pouring from her mouth, running down Jan’s face an onto both sets of breasts.

I was still jerking my cock, managing to fire more sperm onto the floor as I watched this incredible consummation.

As the women calmed and parted, I quickly knelt between them, kissing Jan deeply, then Agila, saying, “Oh Agila, you are such a wonderful slut.”

She wriggled with delight at the genuine compliment. “If I have pleased you, sir,” then to Jan, “madam, then I am content.” The smell of our shared sex was making me hard again and I began licking their tits and sucking their nipples, enjoying the taste of mingled cum and sweat.

Jan held me to her breast, caressing my hair as I felt Agila’s fingers sneaking between my ass cheeks. “How long will you be with us?” Agila asked quietly.

Jan kissed her, soft and gentle, “Only until Tuesday.”

Agila nodded, “And you will want to partake in all the excursions? Fucking the other guests?”

“Isn’t that what you will be doing?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.

“My instructions come from Milady Kathryn, but how I implement those instructions is up to me. I was told to make you feel welcome. I hope I have done that.”

Jan kissed her again, gently caressing her dark brown nipples. “You have done that and more. You are a very good slut.”

Agila noticed the brochure, all-but-forgotten on the bedspread. “Have you decided how you want to spend your day. It’s probably too late for the hot air balloon or any of the organized wine tours.”

“A friend recommended the sauna.”

Agila’s face brightened. “The sauna is wonderful. I love getting sweaty and slippery. May I join you, so I can give myself to sir?” She glanced longingly at my half-hard cock. “Your cum tastes wonderful, but I want that big cock in my cunt.”

Jan smiled, taking my dick in one hand while cupping Agila’s pussy with the other. “Sister, I know what you mean. I’m a slut for my man’s cock as well.” She squeezed me, eliciting a few drops of per-cum, which Agila quickly bent to lick away. Jan laughed, “Yes, you are my Sister Slut from now on!”

“Sister Slut,” Agila repeated, grinning as she licking Jan’s tits.

“Agila,” I decided to be the practical one, “How do we book the sauna?”

Agila struggled to get into professional mode as Jan caressed her brown nipples. “You can use the website, or call the desk, oh my…” she put a hand to Jan’s head at her tit. “Or, since your room is so close, we can just walk there and see if it’s in use.”

“Will we need robes?”

Agila shook her head, “The resort hallways are considered private and not subject to the pruderies of the outside world. Or, as Milady Kathryn likes to say, naked is always better.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jan gave Agila’s tit one last nibble before putting her arms around both of us.

I opened the door and lifted my chin, proud to be in the company of these two sexy women, “To Oz?”

Jan leaned toward Agila, “Sex makes him quote movies, and movie quotes make him hard.”

Agila laughed, shouting, “To Oz!”

We strutted together down the hall, my cock taking the lead.

As promised the sauna was a large wine barrel, perhaps eight feet around, just a few steps out a side door and into a courtyard garden. One end had two small benches mounted on either side of a thick, glass door, frosted opaque on the lower three-quarters but clear at the top. Not far away, a young couple was locked in a 69 on a patch of thick grass. Hearing the door, the woman looked up at us, giving a finger wave before diving back onto the very respectable cock. Jan waved back, “I am really starting to like this place.”

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The 55-year-old Virgin

by The Big Bopper

Chapter One

Are you intrigued by the title of this story? How many women would there be who had managed to keep their vagina intact to that age in this age? Well, I can assure you that life’s circumstances brought me to meeting one such woman and I am about to relate the story for you.

Should I start at the beginning? No, I better only go back as far as I need to take you to have all the details become relevant. I am a 55-year-old guy and, no, I am not the 55-year-old virgin referred to in the title. I have never felt comfortable describing males as virgins, simply because they hadn’t yet sunk their erection into that beautiful, warm female cavern. I mean, no aspect of a penis is torn or abused as a woman’s vagina is … it is just a wonderful slippery slide into paradise. Right, guys?

No, I am about to tell you of a real, living, breathing woman — physically a virgin — who still possessed an unruptured hymen at the age of 55, and who having passed the half-century mark, would perhaps have anticipated never having her vagina sullied by the insertion of a man’s penis. But at the point where I will take up this story, I didn’t know of this 55-year-old woman’s secret internal sexually intact condition.

Before I set about telling you of meeting the mature aged virgin, I need to pay my respects to my gorgeous wife, and mother of our three great kids. I was married to this wonderful loving woman for almost 30 great years, and we had a good life. Two years ago, she became ill with a form of cancer that is most often fatal. She suffered these past two years and was taken from us six months ago. I miss her terribly, and I brooded for months after the funeral, feeling miserable and cursing why God had to take such a good woman as her.

Everyone around me tried to encourage me to snap out of my melancholy. My kids, of course, my closest buddies, and some couples that my wife and I had known and socialised with for years. I was unmoved for several months, but then a buddy, who had travelled down a similar path a year before me, took me aside to tell me how much happier he was once he accepted that his late wife would have wanted him to move on and start living life again.

I took his sage words on board and determined that I should at least open a dialogue with single women, but how to get myself out there and onto the dating scene for the first time in more than 30 years? I have been a regular on Facebook in recent years, initially to keep up with what my kids were doing. One day, out of equal amounts of boredom and a little curiosity, I began to search on Facebook for the names of young women I dated from school days until I met and married my late wife.

What initially seemed a great idea to reacquaint with former girlfriends, turned out to be a stupid idea because obviously, their names changed once they married, making them almost impossible to trace. Duh!

After failing with the first eight names I tried, I actually found one that could be a young woman that I dated for only 8 weeks back when we were twenty … Amy Martin. Could this Amy Martin be her? The photo at the top of her Facebook page didn’t look much like I recalled, but then it was 35 years ago. What convinced me was that she had listed her old high school and that matched, and I recognised one name among her list of Facebook friends … fortunately, her page was public. Must be The Amy I knew. I clicked a Friend Request and was pleasantly surprised when she confirmed it within 12 hours.

I posted a short note on her page, saying: “Hi Amy, remember me? Do you still live around the same area? If so, would you like to catch up for lunch one day, compare notes on how our lives have evolved?”

I wasn’t all that confident that she would accept my invitation. After all, ours was one of the shortest relationships in my life. In eight weeks, we didn’t even get to becoming sexually active. Oh sure, we kissed a lot at the end of our dates, but the best of our making out was on our last date. I remember her having a great pair of breasts, but such a waste that she kept them hidden most of the time.

A reply to my post came back quite quickly. She said simply, ‘Are you married?’ That was all! I typed my response, ‘Widowed last September,’ and clicked ‘post.’

In my email Inbox, I got a Facebook message, telling me to look in Messenger for a personal message. Amy had moved our communication to one-on-one, giving me her phone number and inviting me to call her. I did.

“Hi Amy, how are you?”

“I’m fine thanks, Jason. It’s interesting to hear from you … after all this time.”

Was that a touch of sarcasm, or is that cynicism, that I was reaching out after 35 years to a woman I had known for all of 8 weeks? That is not quite right. We only dated for 8 weeks, but I had known her for at least a year before asking her out. She was part of the group that I hung with toward the end of escort gaziantep ilanları our teenage years.

Chapter Two

Amy at Twenty

I remember that I never thought of Amy as a possible girlfriend back then, she was just one of the gang … about a dozen guys and girls, who socialised a fair bit, went to all the same parties.

I think we each found ourselves between relationships and, needing a date for a friend’s wedding, I made a call to invite Amy. I recall being a bit surprised when she said yes? But we both had a good time that night, so a week later, I called and asked her to come to the movies with me. We sort of clicked, and so I upped the invites to two or three a week.

On our third date, we went to a pizza restaurant and were back in my car by nine, so I suggested we go for a drive. There was a big lake not far out of town and, by the age of twenty, I knew the best parking spots along the foreshore. I drove to my favourite one, usually quite isolated from other cars, and turned to Amy, who was wearing a skirt and sweater.

I had come out of a 10-month relationship that had been relatively serious — and quite hot and heavy at times. It had ended only two weeks before I got the idea to ask Amy out, so it was close to a month since I’d had any sex. Not that I had any expectations on this third date. One of my good buddies had dated Amy previously, and I recalled him at the time I started dating her, describing her as an Ice Maiden, a moniker subsequently confirmed by another of the guys in our group.

So, on that third date, as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and leaned in for a kiss, I half expected rejection. However, Amy gave me a half-smile before our lips touched, but she did keep hers firmly closed, maintaining a no-entry stance for my tongue for at least the first ten minutes. I allowed my free hand to wander, up and down her arm, around the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair. Taking a chance, I brought my fingers lightly across her chest, firmly contained within her pink sweater. I felt her upper body tense, and, for a moment, I thought she was about to withdraw her lips from mine.

When she didn’t, I rolled my palm over the generous shape of one of her breasts, and again I felt her tense. Amy pulled her lips away, but only to express a decisive, “No!” and then allowed me to reclaim her lips … still pressed tightly together. I did think of moving my hand lower, but this was only our third date, and if she didn’t want me to feel her breasts, there was no way she would accept my fingers sliding up under her skirt.

A couple of times, I broke the kiss that was no more exciting than kissing one of my aunts, to allow us both to come up for some clear air. Each time, I filled the awkward moment with some idle chatter about how nice the lake looked at night with the moonlight shimmering on it. Then, I would dive back in to resume the kissing.

I said a moment ago how Amy continued to keep her lips pressed tightly together for about ten minutes. I thought that was going to be about as far as I would get … even when my palm closed over the mound of her left breast for the third time. This time, she didn’t say ‘no’ … only gave a soft sigh from between the clamp of our lips and I felt hers part ever so slightly. My tongue was ever ready, and I slid it between the slight gap she presented. My tongue tip felt her bottom teeth, and then our tongue tips touched, setting off a magical spark through my loins. She gave a second sigh, louder this time and my palm rolled over and around the shape of her breast through the sweater.

Now we were making some progress. If Amy was indeed an ice maiden, then was I getting further than either of my buddies had? Did they give up too soon, or maybe Amy found me more appealing than they? The intermingling of our tongues raised the passion on the front seats of my car. Emboldened, I slipped my probing hand down to the bottom of her sweater at her waist and slid up under it, my fingers tracing over bare skin between her waist and the bottom edge of her bra.

Amy broke the kiss to utter her most definitive “NO!” yet. When I tried to resume the tongue kiss, she pulled her face back away. She was staring at me with an unemotional look. She explained, “Too soon!”

I told her, “Sorry!” because it seemed the most appropriate response for a guy to give when he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar … so to speak.

We sat close together, almost like statues, our faces close, our lips still slightly apart, mine ready for more while I wasn’t sure about hers. I hadn’t withdrawn my hand, holding my position with my hand and wrist up under her sweater, my fingertips lightly pressing against the lower half of her bra at that left breast.

Do I go for it? Ignore her latest and loudest ‘no’ and grasp her entire orb in the palm of my hand while pushing to resume escort kadın gaziantep the kiss?

She could obviously read indecision in my eyes, so she decided to set out her position lest I go the same way as my buddies had and never ask her for another date. “I like you very much, Jason. I liked you even before you asked me out. I don’t know what you do with other girls and frankly don’t care. You might call me old-fashioned, but I am saving myself until I feel I’m with the right man.”

WTF? I wasn’t trying to breach the citadel concealed within her panties, for god’s sake. I only wanted a feel of her breasts, and maybe — either tonight or next time — get to wrap my lips around a nipple and suckle on it for our mutual pleasures. But for now, I guess I needed to assure her I wasn’t after only one thing, even though my previous girlfriends had been more than willing to allow me that one magic thing. Yes, it was magic to a 20-year-old … can’t you all remember?

The tongue kissing had me wanting more at that time, even if it was only applying my lips and tongue to her nipples. I had been getting very regular sex in my previous almost year-long relationship and it had been a month since we parted. But on that night, on my third date with Amy, I withdrew my hand from under her sweater. We did kiss a bit more before I drove her home, not with quite as much passion as we had been building up.

Our fourth date was a daytime outing, and we didn’t go parking after it. Not quite the same in daylight by the lake, far less privacy for some intimacy. The fifth date was in our third week, and we found ourselves back down in the moonlight by the lake after seeing an early evening movie. Amy wore a skirt and blouse this time with buttons down the front. The tongues saw action much earlier in the kissing this time, giving me hope that we might progress a little further this night.

While our lips and tongue played intertwiningly together, causing me to believe I had Amy preoccupied, I sent my free hand roaming again. Soon, my fingers were (I thought subtly) unbuttoning her blouse and slipping my hand in, to this time grasp a firm hold of that left breast, encased only in her bra. She seemed to accept the caress of my palm, even when I used my fingertips to rub across her stiffening nipple.

I drew encouragement when Amy brought her hand to hold the back of my head as if ensuring I didn’t withdraw my lips and tongue from hers. But how to get her bra off without appearing to push this beyond her limits? My fingers traced up onto the upper slope of her bare smooth flawless skin above the top of that lacy bra cup.

A similar sigh to the other night. I tried curling my fingertips inside the top of her bra cup, managing to touch that now engorged nipple and she emitted a muffled gasp from behind the kiss. Yes, you guessed it, I had pushed too far, and she ended the kiss abruptly, her hand darting off the back of my head to pull my fingers from out of her bra cup.

We looked closely into each other’s eyes, she with an expression of ‘what am I going to do with you?’ Mine would have been more an impassioned pleading look of ‘come on, let me go just a bit further, please.’

By our eighth week of dating, we’d been out about fifteen times. Girlfriend Amy had so limited my access to her body that I now knew that my fingers must never touch a nipple, and don’t even think about sliding a hand up under her skirt. Yet, there was this one intriguing night in the eighth week when she took me completely by surprise. I parked my car in my favourite spot down by the lake, switched the engine off and turned to start kissing her, finding her lips already parted and tongue at the ready between her lips.

Immediately, Amy was way more passionate than on any previous night. I don’t recall how aware I was back then that a woman’s libido changes on different days of her monthly cycle. Thinking back to that night now, she must have been in that hottest stage that evening. By then, I had almost given up any prospect of getting her bra open or off, but finding her more passionate, I gave it one more try.

She was back to wearing a sweater on this evening and eventually as our lips and tongues entwined in an intensely passionate kiss, I slipped my free hand up under the bottom of her sweater. My palm slid over the cup containing her left breast, and she gave one of her sighs. Her response was to raise her hand up to the back of my head. Although expecting my effort would be futile, I ran my palm over and around the orb that I held, then let my fingertips play with the stiffening nipple through the material of her bra.

Another sigh, maybe it could be called a moan even. Her hand slid off the back of my head. ‘Here we go,’ I thought, ‘here’s the hand coming to rip my hand off her breast.’ But to my amazement, her hand didn’t go near mine. She did break the kiss, but only to lean forward in her seat and she used both escort gaziantep kızlar of her hands to raise the sweater up over her head. Then, still leaning forward, her hands met behind her back. Oh man, was she unclasping the bra? I saw the cups loosen over her breasts, then watched as she eased the bra straps down her arms and the cups fell away, revealing two wonderful perfectly formed perky breasts, nipples stiff and prominent in the moonlight streaming in through the windscreen.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I stared into her face, almost seeking her approval to proceed. She spread her two arms wide to me, seemingly inviting me to covet her upper body. I needed no further encouragement. My face closed on her chest and I wrapped my lips around the closest nipple, beginning to suckle on her taut teat. I can recall it as if it were yesterday, stunned at her sudden change. I avidly feasted on both nipples for a long time that evening.

Emboldened by her newly revealed sexuality, I even had a compulsion to push further, sending my fingers on an exploratory mission to the lower half of her body. My hand touched a knee and slipped under her skirt, sliding slowly up along her inner thighs. Too far! Amy abruptly stopped my progress before I got anywhere near the juncture of her torso with the tops of her thighs.

If the sudden switching on of a new sexual appetite by Amy had taken me by surprise that evening, then what happened next completely blindsided me. Once she had reclasped her bra and pulled her sweater demurely into place, she turned to me to ask, “Err, Jason, before you start the car, I need to tell you something.”

She gave me a serious look as she continued, “I like you very much, and I have had so much fun with you these past few weeks, but I need to ask you if we could go back to just being friends? It’s the sexual part that I’m not at all comfortable with. It’s nice to just kiss when we come down here, but I am constantly aware that you want so much more, and I’m not prepared to give you what you want.”

I tried to interrupt, “Amy, we don’t…”

She raised a finger to my lips to stop me mid-sentence, “Shush, be quiet, hear me out. What I’m saying is true. I know what you want, it’s what all guys want from a girl or woman every time they are alone with her. And it’s not fair of me to string you along, having you think every time we come here that this might be the night when I know in myself that it won’t ever be. It’s not a commitment thing, I don’t see anything for us long term, not when we’re only twenty. So many years to be single and see the world before settling down. I may be different from any other girl you’ve dated. I don’t want sex, not now, not this soon. I hope that one day I will really feel like it … want it and need it, I mean. But for now, for me, the sexual side of dating is a complication that I don’t want. It’s not for me, and I know that’s unfair to you, so you should be free to date any girl who will happily make out with you. Jason, I am hoping we can remain friends and it would be great if we could go out occasionally. I just don’t want the afters that follow every date.”

I had gone from wanting to interrupt to becoming speechless. What should I say, do I rush to deny that I was a sex fiend, only interested in one thing? Back then, when I was twenty, her assessment was cruelly accurate of me. But I couldn’t work out why we had just gone through our most intimate night in the eight weeks? She had been more sexual in the past half-hour than at any other time since we began dating, “Amy, what was tonight all about then? If you had already decided we were going to break up, how come you suddenly let me loose on your breasts. It was so good tonight, we seemed to be getting somewhere. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy all of that? You looked and sounded like you were really into it.”

“Oh yes, Jason, I did, and you are very good at that, you made me feel extremely good deep inside. What do they say … you got my juices running? I hoped you’d be good, and damn it, you were. But I know that if we continue to date, you will want all of that and more every night that we come down here. Jason, I am not prepared to give you any more of me. This might surprise you, but until tonight, I’ve never let any guy even see my nipples, let alone kiss them the way you did tonight. I know you’re confused; I can see it on your face. You’re wondering why I let you do that if I was about to stop dating you. So, I will explain … I am definitely not ready for full sex, but I have always wanted to try what we did tonight. With every other guy I’ve dated, I wasn’t confident that they would respect my wishes to stop when I said stop. You are the first guy I felt I could trust, a guy who was so incredibly patient through all of our previous dates, accepting it without complaint whenever I said stop. I have to stop us dating now because it wouldn’t be fair to you. Whatever I let you do, you will always want more, and I can’t do that.”

“Is it a religious thing, is that why you don’t want to enjoy the pleasures of great sex?”

“Jason, I suppose it’s a bit about religion. My family is quite religious, I was raised Catholic, but it’s more a moral question. My parents have very strong moral values and they instilled those in me from a very early age. I won’t give my body to any man until I marry.”

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Locked in a lab with an attractive pregnant doctor

This is a story about a young man trapped together with an older married woman.

Lab lockdown

If it hadn’t happened to me, I’d have said it sounded like the plot of a bad science fiction movie, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

My name is Patrick and I’m 20. All my life, if you’d asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have given you the same answer. I wanted to be a scientist, wearing a white lab coat. So I studied and got straight A* in my ‘A’ levels in maths and all the sciences. Now I’m studying physics and chemistry at one of the country’s top universities. In addition, I’m studying engineering in my limited spare time. What can I say? I’m a nerd and rarely socialise.

My professor had encouraged me and arranged for a tour of a local research laboratory, something the general-public would never get to see. So, after signing an alarming number of waivers and handing over my phone, because no electronic devices were allowed inside, I was introduced to Doctor Nia Patel.

Instantly, I was tongue-tied. I struggle around girls in the first place and it gets worse the more attractive they are. Despite her name, she wasn’t Indian or Pakistani, but some blend that left her with perfect features. Mocha coloured skin and a hint of an African component in her tight, curly black hair.

Fortunately, as she talked about science, my brain finally kicked into gear and I could avoid sounding like a bumbling idiot. Science was one thing I could always talk about.

She explained how the laboratory was split into different levels of safety protocols. Starting with level one, which was the lowest level of isolation, all the way up to level five. These contained deadly toxins, radioactive materials and the nastiest of viruses.

As we toured the facility, we paused outside a level three laboratories and she explained this was where she used to work, until she got pregnant. She placed her hand on her belly and explained she was three months pregnant. Because of the potential dangers, she was forced to do admin work out of the laboratories, such as give me a tour.

On the way to show me the outside of a level five lab, she detoured into an empty level two lab to show me how it worked. One entire wall was glass, and we had to enter via an airlock into the negative air pressure laboratory. Sensors measured the pressure to ensure there could be no leak from the lab. It caused a little discomfort until I forced my ears to pop to equalise the pressure.

Nia seemed to think that was amusing, but all humour vanished as alarms went off all over the building. Lights started strobing in the hallways and we stared at the door as we heard locks sealing us in. For a moment, I wondered if this was some prank. Something to scare the crap out of a visitor and any second, a gang of scientists would appear and laugh at us trapped in the lab.

However, Nia’s expression revealed she was as shocked as me. The alarms were nearly painfully loud, and she moved to a control box on the wall and flicked a switch. It shut off the alarms within the lab, and the alarms outside were partially muted by the multiple layers of glass.

Grabbing a phone on the wall, she dialled an extension and put it on speaker. We waited for several minutes before it was answered.

“Hello?” a man’s voice asked.

“Tim? Is that you?”

“Nia? Please tell me you’re not in the office today.”

“Unfortunately, yes, I’m stuck in lab 7.”

“Shit. Are you alone?”

“No, I was giving a tour when the alarms went off.”

“A tour? What the hell. You know we can’t…”

“Not my idea. Professor Gardener set it up.”

“Fuck! He treats this place like his private property.”

“I know, but he’s on the board of directors and pushes a lot of work our way. What’s going on?”

“I don’t have all the details yet. There was a flash fire and explosion.”

“Shit! Anyone hurt.”

“Unfortunately yes. At least one fatality, but that’s not the worst part.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was in a level four lab dealing with category D compounds.”

“Oh, my god did it breach containment. And what was it?”

“I can answer the first question, yes it did. However, I cannot tell you exactly what it is with a civilian in the room with you. Give me a moment and I’ll check the risk log.”

Nia looked at me and I could see her searching for some words to reassure me. However, she came up short and looked back at the window, wondering what pathogen was floating in the air outside our lab.

“Nia? Are you still there?”

“Where else am I going to go?” she snapped back.

“Yeah right. Please tell me you have full hazmat suits in that lab?”

She turned to me and pointed at a cupboard in the corner. I opened it to find it empty.

“Fuck! No, this lab is not being used at the moment, so it’s not fully equipped.”

“Damn. In which case, you’re going to be stuck in there for quite a while.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve escort gaziantep bayan checked the details on the compound. I don’t know what your attitudes to carcinoma are, but this stuff is terrible for a foetus.”

“Oh, my god!” She pressed her free hand over her belly.

“Yeah, so we’re going to take no chances of keeping you all safe. I do not know how long it will be, but be prepared for it to be days…”

“Fuck!” Nia’s swearing matched my thoughts exactly.

“Make an inventory of what you have, and I’ll call you back as soon as I’ve got news.”

Nia slammed the phone down with unnecessary force.

We had a full range of standard lab equipment. Bunsen burners, flasks, pipettes and so on. A selection of measuring equipment and the regular chemical reagents. There were enough rubber gloves to re-enact the movie up, and for some reason we had miles of paper towels. Fortunately, there was a fridge containing dozens of bottles of water and a half-empty box of snack bars.

“This must have been Doctor Taub’s lab. He eats those things all the time and they give him terrible wind.” Nia comments.

“If this is all we have to eat, you’ll need someone to check if it has enough nutrients for the baby.” I suggest, and she nods, making a note on one of the many notepads.

The other most notable thing apart from the missing hazmat suits was a lack of a bathroom. The jumbo Coke I’d drank before coming here, I now realised, had been a mistake.

“What do we do about going to the toilet?” I ask the doctor, embarrassed.

She smiled before replying. “After graduating from university, I visited my ancestral village in Africa for several months. Out there, you went out to the fields night or day and did it in a ditch. That’s not going to work here. Let’s try this.” She pointed to a metal bin a little over knee high, with a hazard label on the side and a lockable lid.

“Seriously? I don’t think I could, not in front of you.”

“I don’t see any other options. Damn it! Now you’ve mentioned it, I need to go. Look, it’s no good getting bent out of shape over this. We all need to pee and poop. In Africa, they don’t have our hang-ups. We’re grownups in a difficult situation. Let’s not make it worse by getting overly worked up about it.”

Nia reached down and pulled her skirt up part way, then reached under it and wriggled out of her panties. I was blushing as she slipped them into her lab coat pocket. Moving to semi squat over the bin, she pulled her skirt higher. I got a flash of tight black curly pubic hair as she rested on the edge of the bin.

“You could at least look the other way.” She admonished.

“Sorry!” I blurted, and turned around. My face must have been scarlet.

I could hear her peeing, and then she asked.

“Could you hand me some paper towels?”

Grabbing a couple from the dispenser, I hold my arm out behind me.

“You’ll have to come closer than that.”

Looking only at the floor, I moved closer, and she took the towels.

“OK, your turn.” She said, and I turned to see her standing and straightening her skirt.

“I think I can wait.”

“Days? Not a chance. I’ll look the other way.”

Unzipping and aiming at the bucket, but I couldn’t go. I’ve always had something of a bashful bladder, and having an audience always made it harder. Closing my eyes, I thought of streams and waterfalls until I peed, then opened my eyes to ensure I didn’t miss. It seemed to go on forever before I finally stopped and zipped up, and I quickly put the lid on the bin.

“It certainly seemed like you needed to go. I think we’re going to have to keep toilet visits short. Especially when we’ve had to do a number two. Each time we open it, the air in here is going to stink. Speaking of air…”

She walked off to the control panel and swore.

“The air system is not running properly.”

“What does that mean?”

“A lab like this has bottled, filtered and recycled air. Without the air running, all we have is the air in the room. So if the room’s volume is…”

I glanced at the room and did the maths in my head.

“About 190 cubic metres.” She paused in surprise that I’d calculated it in a moment, then continued.

“OK, that means we’ve plenty of air for the pair of us if we don’t waste it, for perhaps 4 days.”

I thought for a moment and added. “I’d be more worried about the build-up of carbon dioxide. That will happen sooner and give us headaches and other side effects. That probably halves the time we have, unless the air comes back on.”

The phone rang, and we put Tim back on speaker and went through our inventory, and he made notes.

“We have a few urgent issues.” Nia spoke after we’d finished. “The air system is not working.”

“Fuck! That lab was going through maintenance before this shit happened. I’ll get someone looking into it urgently.”

“The second issue is something Patrick pointed out. The only thing we have to eat is Doctor Taub’s escort gaziantep bayan ilanları snack bars. We’re not sure if they have sufficient nutrients for the baby at this stage of its development.”

“I’ll have someone check for you, but you should be ok with your body’s stored nutrients.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?” She asked with a hint of amusement.

“Never, you’re amazing as ever. Or is that going too far to say about my former boss?”

“Maybe a little.”

“OK, back to the serious stuff. That’s a level two lab with an isolated waste and water system. However, we’re not convinced the water is entirely uncontaminated. So use bottled water only.”

“Has anyone told my husband yet?”

“Karen was on the phone with him a few minutes ago.”

“What about Patrick’s family?”

“Shit!”

“His contact details are with the waivers on my desk.”

“I’ll do it right away. If anything changes, call me, and I’ll call you when we know more.”

Nia hung up. She turned to me and sighed.

“It looks like we’re going to be here for a while. How about I quiz you on what you know about science?”

So from around lunchtime until about 8 pm, she quizzed me and corrected me on a few things. It turned out she would have made an amazing teacher. With no materials but a pen and pad of paper, she could recall formulae and chemical bonds, along with tables of properties from memory.

“You know if your career here doesn’t work out, you’d make a killer teacher.” I complimented her. “I think you’re a lot clearer than Professor Gardener. He tends to look down his nose at anyone who doesn’t already know what he’s teaching.”

“Thanks. I may have to consider that. I plan on breastfeeding, so it might be years before I can get back into the lab. Plus, I’m planning on having more kids.”

When it came time to sleep, we wondered what to do. We had nothing soft to lie on, so the choice was the concrete floor or the metal work table. We chose the floor, and we chose wrong.

Several hours later, we both lay awake and were getting colder. The concrete was leaching the body heat away slowly but surely.

“This isn’t working. I’ve an idea.” I suggest getting up and grabbing a roll of paper towels.

Putting two layers of towels on the metal work table large enough for us to lie on, I helped Nia up and climbed up to lie next to her.

“The paper isn’t much cushioning.” She commented.

“It’s actually there as an insulator against the metal. Hopefully, we won’t get too cold.”

“Do you mind if I snuggle up against you? I can cover us both with my lab coat, like a blanket of sorts.” She offered.

I was incredibly aware of her breasts as she lay on her side against me, resting her head on my shoulder. However, the combined body heat warmed us and we both slept.

When I awoke, Nia was already up and pacing, chewing on her thumbnail, looking agitated.

“What’s up? Is it the baby?” I asked, sitting up.

“No! Or in another way, I should say yes.” I frowned in confusion.

“Can I help?” She suddenly looked rather stressed, and I realised I’d said something wrong.

After a moment, she shook her head and spoke.

“What do you know about the stages of pregnancy?”

“Not a huge amount, really. Conception, cell division, but not the specifics.”

“OK, you’re lucky I’m past my morning sickness phase, but unfortunately I’m in another phase that in some women makes them super libidinous.”

“Does that mean what I think it does?”

“If you think it means I get extremely horny, then you’re correct.”

“Oh!” is the best I can manage.

“I know. I don’t like to admit it, but it’s true. Normally my husband and I deal with it, two or three times a day, or I nip off to the ladies and…” She mimes rubbing her crotch.

She’s blushing, but I’m blushing worse.

“And we’ve no privacy here.” I add.

“I thought about dealing with the problem before you woke up, but I realised it would be worse if you found me doing it without at least explaining beforehand.”

“Erm!” I manage and chide myself. For a near genius IQ ‘Erm’ is the best I could manage.

“So, like the toilet arrangement, we have to be grown up and not squeamish about this.” She comments and I nod, but wonder where this is going.

“I know all men masturbate, as do nearly all women. In my case, it’s not just for pleasure, it’s a medical necessity. If I don’t, I pass on stress hormones to the baby. Even if I’m not showing it, I’m pretty stressed. Being horny just makes it worse.”

“OK, what do you want me to do? I could go sit in the corner. Perhaps hum to myself or cover my ears? It’s about the only privacy I think we can organise. Whilst you…” I gestured to the crotch.

“Thanks. I’m sorry this is awkward for you. It’s awkward for me as well.”

Taking a chair, I moved over to the enormous glass wall and tried to block out what Nia was about to do. It wasn’t easy as the gaziantep bayan escort reklamları lights were out in the hall and I could see her reflection as she climbed back onto the table. With her feet facing away from me, she raised her knees, and I quickly closed my eyes.

However, that didn’t help. In my mind’s eyes, I imagined her pulling her skirt up and touching herself. My brief glimpse of her pubic hair had filled in too much of the detail, not to imagine her fingers working on her pussy. I pinched the fleshy bit between my finger and thumb, hard to distract myself and stop the erection that had spontaneously risen.

After perhaps five minutes, I heard her swearing.

“It’s not working.”

“Sorry?” I asked, careful not to turn around.

“It feels too unnatural like that. At home, my husband always helps while I do it.”

Glancing around, I’m relieved to see her sitting up on the edge of the table.

“Help, as in…” I gesture a rubbing motion.

She chuckles. “Not necessarily. We sit on the bed and I rest my back against him. He holds me, kisses my neck and tells me he loves me.”

Thinking hard for a moment, I ask. “Would it help if I did that? I mean, except for the ‘I love you’ bit. That might be.”

“True, and I doubt you could pull off my husband’s accent. Nevertheless, would you mind?”

“It will certainly be strange, but I’ll do whatever it takes to help you and the baby.”

She grinned and added, “Well, you came here for a learning experience.”

“Yes, but I was expecting chemistry and not biology to be on the syllabus. What should I do?”

“Sit on the floor with your back to the cupboard.”

I had to wonder if my limited circle of friends would believe this. Then I remembered, amongst the papers I’d signed, were ones restricting what I could say about what I saw within the facility.

As she stood in front of me, she seemed to hesitate, and I wondered if this was too much for her. Then she pulled her skirt up, just short of flashing me, and sat down. Sliding back between my open thighs until her curvy backside was nestled up against my crotch. Damn! I’d barely suppressed my erection earlier; I doubted I’d manage it with physical contact.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Put your arms around my waist and then kiss and nuzzle my neck and ear.”

“Anything for science.” I muttered under my breath and did what she said.

With our height difference, it was a bit of a strain to reach down, gently kissing the side of her neck. And it pretty much forced me to look at her hand partially under her skirt.

“This is very weird.” I commented.

“Shush! I’m trying to imagine this is my home and you’re my husband, Izad.”

I could not see what her fingers were doing, but you could tell from the movement of her hand and wrist. Closing my eyes didn’t help, as my imagination was very fertile.

I tried staring off at the far wall and mentally recited the periodic table. Including their atomic numbers and properties.

By the time I was nearing the end for the second time, Nia surprised me by taking a hand from her waist and placing it on her breast. My first instinct is to pull it away, but she holds it there, and I realise she’s stronger than she looks. Unsure what to do, I give her breast a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you.” She lets my hand go.

Experimentally, I reach up and touch her other breast and she sighs ‘good’ and continues her rubbing.

By now, I’m certain she’s noticed my erection pressing into her back. I try to shift a little to move it, and as if she’s reading my mind, she comments.

“It’s OK, my husband gets them all the time like this. I’ll think of it as a compliment.”

I can feel my cheeks warm after being caught out.

However, she’s speeding up and I adjust my caresses of her breasts in time with her movements until she climaxes with a shudder. For a few moments, she lies pressed against me and I let my hands drop to the floor. It seems inappropriate to keep touching her up after we’re done.

Then she clambers to her feet, straightens her skirt and moves off to wash her hands with bottled water and liquid soap.

“You’ve no idea how much I needed that. Thank you. I know it was difficult for you.”

“It was hard…” she sniggers and I see her looking at my bulge. “I meant…”

“It’s OK, Patrick. It really is. Women’s secretions are packed full of hormones specifically designed to generate one of those. Even under these stressful circumstances, if you didn’t get hard, I’d have had to send you to a doctor. Even a gay guy would get one. Wait, you’re not, are you? Oh god, that would make it worse.”

“No, I’m not. I may not have had a lot of experience, but I’m not gay.”

“Do you need to…” She makes the universal wanking hand gesture.

“No, I’m OK, thank you. Most of it is because I need to pee.” A lie and she knows it, but it’s the best I can come up with.

Around 9 am, Tim calls and tells us the air system should be working shortly. He was trying to set up video conferences with our families for that evening.

“Any chance you could sort out the firewall and let me get access to my emails or the internet?” Nia asks.

“Sorry, you know the rules.”

“I know, but present company excepted, it’s pretty boring here. Nothing to listen to and nothing to read.”

“Apart from a few hundred thousand research papers on the intranet.” Tim replied.

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Spoilt for Choice

1

Jamie wondered if he should just pack it in.

He had his coursework to do after the field trip yesterday, when the class had spent the day in the caldera and had been roasted by an unforgiving sun that had blazed down, unrelentingly, out of a cloudless sky. The four weeks in Lanzarote, on a geology course and especially vulcanicity, were but an interlude before he started his new job in an environment consultancy, his master’s degree in such matters essential if he was to have any chance of getting his foot in the door.

Other preoccupations filled his head, the first being to rid his mind of the memories of being ditched by a long-term girlfriend he had thought was ‘the one’. Academic cleverness didn’t equip you for such trouble. The second was more of an obsession; he loved his art, and painting in particular. It was a distraction that always stood him in good stead.

He reckoned that he was pretty good at his landscapes, the take he had on them, and that those who had bought his work, back home, said captured the view but portrayed it through different eyes. Perhaps his interest in geology accounted for that, along with his use of colour. He sure wasn’t a painter who treated the scene before him as if he was painting by numbers and replicating it…not giving it any kind of ‘spin’. He used the word often in his thoughts of the Impressionist painters.

Where he was now, on the palm tree lined seafront, with its mass of passersby, the honking of car horns and the bloody noise from those infernal mopeds and scooters, did his head in. It was the pitch to be if you were to succeed in selling any work, but it seemed not for him.

He pulled away his battered straw hat, bought a few days ago from a street vendor, and saw that it was already becoming battered, the rim a frayed mess. Yet the state of it lent it a rebellious look, and he liked that.

‘It goes with my mood,’ he muttered and on a sweep of his long fingers through the tangle of his rusty brown hair, still long after his uni days. He shoved the hat back on and gave it a rebellious backward tilt. He then set about clearing up his work, some of it hung by ingenious means on the railing that he stood by surveying the scene.

He could never tire of seeing the young women pass by, their clothes in a confined palette of colours, but the more adventurous ones intriguing him, along with what they showed off, those with firm, trim figures or the fleshier ones, slender thighs or only too fleshy. Women with bangles and beads galore, worn on wrists and in necklaces, firm breasted and not, the loud and the brash, or the more modest but captivating ones.

‘This is the place to be if I just want to ogle them all…’

He had paid for his pitch and wondered just what to do. There was always the chance someone else would stop, talk and assess, bargain a price and walk off with a distinctive image in acrylics and signed by the artist: Jamie Tindall.

Only one couple had stopped. They had gone and bought a very small piece, a butterfly resting on a sun scorched leaf; an image that he’d painted from a digital pic he had taken when in that caldera and where flowers, adapted to the harsh conditions were in bloom. It was something of a miracle to find both there.

He turned sharply when a woman’s cultured voice was to be heard over his shoulder and directed at him.

‘Please don’t pack them away,’ she asked, her smile engaging him instantly. ‘I’ve come back after seeing what else is on show here…and I liked your work the most.’

Including me, he kept from saying. He was younger than the other artists, a foreigner on their pitch, not that it bothered him. What did grab a hold in him was the look of the woman and a sullen faced daughter who stared back at him. They would make his day, either of them; the older one in her breezy, billowy slacks with its belt cinching a trim waist; her sleeveless top a flattering fit that she had passed on to the young woman, her daughter. The one smiled and engaged his attention, the other was suspicious.

He took the easy route.

‘I won’t…I’ll let you feast your eyes on my work,’ he told the captivating one, choosing to be over-familiar. ‘I don’t think I’m wrong, but I saw you yesterday at a rest stop…your excursion bus stopped in that oven that everyone says is a ‘must see’ when you’re here….’

He heard her soft laugh. ‘Yes, we were there, weren’t we Sarah?’

‘Yes, and it wasn’t any fun…but we did it.’ Her voice was sharp and only too belligerent. It made him wonder what had turned the beauty before him into such a mixed-up mess. He had soon taken in how some passing guys gave her the eye.

‘Well, take a look and your pick of what I’ve painted. I’ve tried to capture the light and the scenes hereabouts…but in my own ways.’ He also pulled into view a small portrait; that of an elderly fisherman’s wife. ‘Not quite the potato eaters by Van Gogh…’

He breathed escort gaziantep bayan ilanları in the woman’s scent as she drew near and looked at it, her hair brushing his bare arm as the breeze caught it. She smiled on catching his appraising glance upon her.

‘I’m spoiled for choice, Jamie…may I call you that?’ She glanced her daughter’s way. ‘Help me choose one, Sarah…please?’

‘I thought you said that you had made your mind up on it already?’

Jamie wondered why they fell into these snippy exchanges. ‘I didn’t see you walk by…’

‘You were busy with those people who bought the small picture…the butterfly…’

‘I did that the day I first saw you,’ Jamie answered looking only at the mother speaking to him. ‘May I know your name? I have to write out who I sell to…for the local tax people…you understand?’

‘And just for them?’ Sarah said sarcastically, intervening in his dealings. She saw Jamie’s face set in a moment’s flash of anger and sighed. ‘Go on…tell him, mother.’

‘I don’t need your consent, darling,’ she retorted on a haughty look. She turned to him and again and met Jamie’s appraising look upon her before he looked Sarah’s way. It was fanciful, but was he playing them off against each other? ‘It’s…my name’s Claire Johnson and I’ll tell you my address, here on the island…’

‘Whatever’s best…Claire.’ Jamie wrote out what she told him and soon held out the pad to her.

‘That’s almost perfect spelling. Here, give me the pad and I’ll correct it…’ She was aware that Sarah fidgeted, and Claire turned to her. ‘Go and find Leo…ring him…I’ll meet you whatever you decide upon…but I’m buying my picture.’ The two women stared at each other. ‘Go…go Sarah! I won’t be long…just tell me where you’ve decided to go.’

That they were all seen to be talking had aroused the interest of passers-by. They stopped and Jamie’s attention was taken from Claire. He took the pad from her, unthinking, and was soon engrossed in conversation but could not fully concentrate. He kept looking away from those he spoke to and at Claire. She was seen to be talking to Sarah who soon left her side, some snippy exchange evident. Two ‘looker’s but at odds with each other, it seemed, had entered his life.

‘Excuse me for a moment…yes that picture is sold…to the lady over there. I must speak to her…I won’t be long.’ 

2

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh, softly, as he finished packing up the last of his things; his small, foldable easel, his paintbox, and the few paintings that he had failed to sell. The picture for Claire was separately bound, and he devoted the most attention to it as he sat against the promenade wall. He sipped reflectively on a Diet Coke. His straw hat had been tied to his easel. He’d chill out and wait for Claire’s call.

Jeez, the woman stopping by had the effect of not only opening the floodgates to three sales, but had also aroused memories of Jenny Talbot, his only too accomplished art teacher and mentor. What she had not taught him in laying paint on the canvas, she had shown him in getting laid. They still shared in the heat, but his time away at university had made their times together few, but nonetheless intense.

‘Jenny…Jenny…see what you’ve started?’

He was like a bee around the nectar where it concerned an older woman. Claire had some years on Jenny and a great deal more wealth besides. He’d taken in her slender shape, how that camisole top was filled, her graceful stride and the wondering look of her soft blue eyes upon him; her parted lips a sure sign that she was engaged but breathing nervily. She’d not argued about the price and had told him that the artist mattered as much as his work. She had left him reeling from having heard it said.

He’d lost count of the times when Jenny had coaxed him to stop painting and devote his attention to her…

‘It’s a dull day now, darling…the best of the light’s gone…’ she said, her fingers stroking his neck. ‘Be artful with me, now…in other sublime ways that I know you’re so capable of.’ Her hands soon caressed his chest as she kissed him, had him stand up and embrace her.

‘That I learnt from you…time and again,’ he smiled, choosing to undress before her and pushing away her questing hands. She knew what he would bring to her soon enough.

‘Yes, perhaps, then…before you expressed the man you are in your own wonderful ways.’

He took a deep breath as she slipped off her panties, the last item of clothing, and there she stood naked and incredibly pale skinned, small breasted, and beguiling. She moved over to him and draped her arms around his neck, her bare tits pressed up against his chest and his erection digging into her belly. She kissed him hungrily on the lips, met his questing tongue before they exchanged hungering open-mouthed kissed, stroked and clamped on enervated skin and saying not eskort gaziantep bayan a word through their kisses and questing touches.

He breathed heavily. He would know again the wonders that Jenny always brought to their loving, her inventive and brazen ways of it as she knelt on the floor before him and soon licked the tip of her tongue over his length, had her fingers stroke it as she moved a hand to squeeze rhythmically on his sac before she took all that she could in her mouth.

He gasped on looking down at her ways of it, not a hint to be seen in her modest ways of dressing and when she had greeted him at her front door, a soft wondering look soon telling him that art and love were on her mind. The two were often indistinguishable, the techniques deployed on the canvas an expression of what was on their minds.

His breathing came in short gasps, their frequency quickening. ‘Jenny!’

‘Can you hold it in?’ she asked her attentions upon him persisting and she aware of the answer. There was no need to ask her to take him deeper into her mouth, for she sensed that it was what he sought, his hands on her head guiding her and encouraging an increase in the pace of her sucks and licks, her lingering ways and snorts of breath a sure sign of what she sought of him, and he brought to her. Jenny looked up at him; did not move as he bent to clamp his paint smeared hands on her breasts; tugged on them until she gasped, her soft passionate eyes large in her wantonness. ‘Doing this is the only way I can control you and your ways…’

‘Oh God…Jenny…Jenny…you know that’s not so!’

Jenny just went up and down, up and down; tugged on him, first this way and then that, with her mouth as she knelt before him and fingered his sac. She knew from all previous preliminaries to fucking with him, that her young lover had so much trapped inside that sac and strong body that it would soon be expelled in a jetting rush until he had emptied himself on her breasts, throat; anywhere she directed his load to be expelled under her jerking guidance.

What she never did was take any of it in her mouth.

‘Stand up…come to me!’ he now commanded. Jenny stumbled to her feet. ‘I’ll do for you what you did for me…my mouth, lips and tongue first…then all that you crave…inside you.’

He silenced her denial of what he had told her with kisses.

Jenny was pushed back on the bed before he settled between her parted thighs, pushed them up to her belly and began his kissing, licking and fingering of her. He tugged on her nipples with his hungry lips and loved to hear her soft moans of pleasure.

Jenny yelped and threaded her fingers through his hair.

‘Suck on them hard for me Jamie,’ she called out, rubbing her hands over his muscular shoulders. ‘Suck them hard…you…you know that I love that from you!.’

He heard her gasps of entreaty and claimed her; heard Jenny moan and shiver as she soon felt his fingers trace a path down over her belly and two fingers enter her, to then massage that wet crack and go deeper, her body convulsing as his mouth and fingers weakened her resolve to take control of him once more. He felt her languish in all that he did for her.

‘You’ve taught me so well, Jenny…my first true love…’ he kissed.

She pulled him to her and kissed him into silence. ‘Show me…don’t just tell me!’

He slid down the bed to place his face between those beautiful slender legs, that he had always admired for so long and that he glimpsed as she sat before him and watched as he painted. She would scold him for his loss of concentration.

When he pulled back her lips and flicked his tongue up and down her crack, over those pink lips and into her; she bucked like a frisky colt.

‘Oh…oh Jamie….Jamie you wonder!’ she shrieked. ‘I’m coming…coming!’

‘Not yet!’ he cried out and soon entered her in unforgiving shoves of his hips; the shearing rush as his prick entered her body and their movements now as one as she met his claims. Jenny pushed back and tugged on that length of flesh that found her.

She complied as he made them turn on one side and pushed on her leg until he was again enfolded by her moist heat. It was now slow and sensual. Better still, he could hold those plump, firm breasts and work her body just as he wished.

‘Soon lover…soon!’ he cried out as he rammed into her on Jenny’s urgent pleas, her words of entreaty and curses that she could not embrace him as she loved to do. ‘Jamie…Jamie…Jaamiee!’

His balls ached. He felt the pressure build and on a scream of her name and lustful pleasure he filled her, felt this woman clamp with her failing strength on what he had brought to her. He moved so that Jenny could finally embrace him and tug on his flaccid length.

‘I loved it…again…darling. Bring what you do with me….to me…to your art. Reveal the passionate man that you are to all who see your work.’

♥

‘You escort gaziantep bayan were miles away,’ he heard Claire say softly and he gazed up at her as she stood over him, a questioning look in her eyes.

‘Yes…I was, but not anymore…now that you’re with me.’

Claire looked at him in some bewilderment; quelled the urge to touch his face as the handsome young man, with his winning smile and beguiling eyes, met her wondering look.

‘The others didn’t want to come back but are taking a moped tour of the town and te beaches. I could help you carry your stuff back to your place…if it’s not too far? Or I could drive you there…?’

‘Either way is fine, as long as I’m with you.’

She looked back at him in amazement; pouted a disbelieving smile that he was flirting with her…her! ‘You crazy boy to go saying that and so soon…’

Jamie reached out and pressed his fingers to her lips to silence whatever else Claire might say. He needed no reminding of their differences in age, but he cared not a jot for any of that; just as he had never done so with Jenny. He saw Claire’s eyes widen surprise for what he had done; made the simplest of passes at her. Put simply, she captivated him with her grace and style; with the wondering look of those wonderful eyes; with her soft laugh.

She would soon learn he was not just any street trader, or artist selling of some of his work.

‘Crazy man…not boy. I’ve lived it all out and,’ he smiled on casting a knowing look her way, ‘as you may find out. I thought you looked wonderful when I first saw you step off the bus in that dustbowl yesterday. Now, I see another you…’

Claire hesitated, even as she watched Jamie grab all of his stuff and grip it I his strong hands, or under his arms. She saw the tension in his arm muscles; the frown of concentration that he was concerned something would fall. She now met his tilled look upon her knew that something had to be said.

‘I’m…I’m not sure that this is such a good idea after all. I’ve just met you…in crazy circumstances, really, and now I’m offering you a lift home. Perhaps I should just take the picture?’

‘Perhaps…’ Jamie put it all down and eased her painting out of the bundle. He knew that a defining moment had been reached, crazy as it all felt, but he was a Jamie who lived by his instincts.

‘I’ll just say this and then I’ll step out of your life again, Claire. I saw Sarah all bolshie and distant…and you open to me…talking and sharing a moment or two. But I also sensed an edge to it all…from both of you. I’ve done enough portraits and life sketches to read the signs. You’re both here to forget something…you’ve moved on and I guess Sarah hasn’t. I can only interpret what I see, and sometimes hear, and guess that if it wasn’t me talking to you, in the way that I have, then it might be someone else. Company comes with no strings, just a painting thrown in…’

Claire saw that wondering look of his eyes drift over her. It was followed by the hint of a pout on those smiling lips of the young man before her as he brushed fingers through his hair. She saw the taut muscles of his stomach when he moved to do that, his lean figure and vitality, the tone of his arm muscles, his handsome youthful face and oh, that mouth! She felt a rush of longing for him vie with the need for restraint, even propriety.

‘Jamie stop…just stop!’ she snapped.

She had given voice to irritation that her behaviour had, somehow, encouraged him in what he said and so obviously felt for her; her responses to what she knew were Jamie’s seducing words, however inept they sounded to a woman of forty-seven. She was here to mend; would spend time with friends who had retired to the island; Sarah had her distractions in Leo but, as her mother, she had taken to wondering how that fragile relationship could survive. Perhaps that explained her girl’s wayward mood. Perhaps she was even jealous that Jamie had shown a preference for her. She was just as confounded by that development. Emotion could so easily take over from a harsher reality; and then the other way about.

‘I have stopped, Claire. The rest is up to you.’

 

3

She clutched her iPhone for a moment longer before she felt him draw near once more and take it from her hand. It was held out to him, over her shoulder. Her body ached. It had been some time since she had been made to feel wanted, that consideration then wonderful, wondering and wandering attention had been paid to her body. She had none of Sarah’s fulsome curves, no longer their firmness and tone, but none of that had mattered to Jamie. Her confusion on being taken to bed, and that it was so, had given way to sensual and prolonged intercourse that had reduced her to asking that he relented in his loving of her, for that was how Jamie had made her feel.

‘There’s no rush to go now…you can stay a while longer.’

Claire nodded, shivered on feeling his warm breaths to her throat as he slowly, and tantalisingly, kissed her skin. Sarah would be spoken to upon their return to the apartment.

She entwined her fingers with his and nestled against him. She felt the heat of Jamie’s skin press against her back and was grateful for the soft breeze that came through the open window, the thin veil of the net curtain hiding them from view, its slow movements hypnotic.

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THE REUNION WITH MY SEXY AUNTIE GETS HOTTER. Ch. 02

Recap: After several years apart I’d gone to visit a lady I liked to call Auntie. She was a few years older than me and I’d got to know her when we worked at the same company when I was a teenager. I’d always wanted to fuck her, but never had the courage to ask her out. Now, as a young adult, I’d gone to stay with her for a few days and after a nervous start I’d convinced her the age gap between us was irrelevant, we’d started to get intimate, and eventually fucked each others’ brains out.

The following day…

I woke to find the bed next to me empty. Yawning and stretching I turned over and laid my head on her pillow – a hint of her perfume lingered on the soft fabric. Memories of the past night ran through my head. We’d held each other, kissing and exploring each others’ bodies, and made love until exhausted, falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Reluctantly I dragged myself out of bed, jumped in the shower, then pulled on a pair of shorts and made my way downstairs.

“Good morning darling,” she smiled with more energy than I felt was proper after the exhaustion I felt from our incredible night.

“Morning beautiful,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her waist, tasting the sweet moistness of her lips.

“Go sit on the terrace, I’ll pour us coffee.”

I watched as she walked out of the kitchen, marvelling at how fresh and radiant she looked, a loose red shirt fluttered over a short white denim skirt, exposing a lot of her slender, tanned, legs.

As she sat down I leant forward to kiss her again, my hand running along the soft, cool, flesh of her thigh. “That was an incredible night Auntie, I didn’t want it to end.”

She laughed seductively. “Me neither darling… but tell me what’s with the Auntie? We’ve played around with it, but you keep calling me that, so unless you’re trying to remind me of my age – what’s it about?”

“Well, I told you I’ve had a crush on you for so long, your look, your sexiness, your elegance, everything about you has been my fantasy woman for as long as I can remember.”

“OK, so why Auntie?”

“Cos that’s what I fantasised about every time I masturbated. I was thinking of you. You were, and still are, the sexiest person I’ve ever known. In my fantasies you were my Auntie. I wanted you to seduce me, so I made up a world where you were in charge and made me do all of the sexual things I dreamt about. You must know that every young man dreams of having sex with an older woman? Oh, you think I’m silly, don’t you?”

“No, not at all. I’m flattered. It just never occurred to me you felt like that, especially wanting to have sex with your Auntie…”

“I can’t explain what a turn-on it is thinking about you like that. Don’t you get turned on being a sex goddess to a younger man?”

“Mmmm, I have to admit that it does have its appeal. Do you think there are others that think of me like that?”

“Hey, you stop that now, you’re mine…”

She burst out laughing and slapped me on the leg. “Come on I thought we’d go to the beach today – if you’ve got the energy of course. So, grab your gear and be quick – otherwise Auntie might get cross…”

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

Later, driving along narrow, winding lanes, I watched avidly as each time she changed gear her skirt crept a bit higher.

“I see you’re not taking in the beautiful countryside again.”

“I’ve got a better view in here watching your skirt creeping up your legs – and hoping it gets all the way up to your knickers.”

“Sorry to disappoint darling, but we’re here.”

“Oh, give me a flash Auntie.”

“Later, if you’re a good boy,” she whispered as she swung her legs out of the car.

Picking up our bags we made our way along a sandy path, open fields on one side, thick pine trees on the other.

“I love this place, the trees protect the sand dunes, but also make the beach very private. I often come here to spend a few hours relaxing, swimming, reading. It’s good for the soul.”

After a while she took a path, that disappeared into the trees, and eventually came out onto sand dunes sloping steeply down to a vast expanse of beach. It was a hot day so we set up our chairs and blanket in the shade of a tall pine.

Nicole took off her shirt then let her skirt fall to the ground to reveal a white, halter neck, bikini.

“Wow. Very sexy. You look gorgeous.”

“I thought you’d approve. Come on let’s go down to the sea.”

She ran off, sliding down the steep dunes as I threw off my t-shirt and chased after her. Halfway to the sea I caught her, wrapped my arm around her waist and swung her off her feet, both of us laughing loudly. As we walked on I squeezed her bum and settled my hand into the back of her bikini bottoms. We chatted and kissed splashing along in the shallow water, holding hands demurely when somebody passed by.

Sometime later, we returned to our blanket in the shade of the pine, the sun escort gaziantep evi olan bayan now high in the sky.

“I see what you mean about this place, it is idyllic, especially with you sitting next to me. Wanna slip out of that bikini and make it paradise?”

“Ouch. I hope you don’t use cheesy lines like that on other girls…”

“Don’t be so hard on me Auntie, I’m only a youngster…” I grinned.

Laughing, she got up and kissed me on the cheek: “There, there, now don’t you get upset my pretty boy. Auntie still loves you.”

I reached out to grab her bum, but she stood back: “Later, you naughty boy. Let’s head off and find some lunch, there’s a nice deli in a village not far away, we can get a picnic there. Keep a lookout for me, will you? I need to get changed and I don’t want somebody to come along while I’m half-dressed.”

Out of her bag, she pulled various items of underwear and a light summer dress, which she laid on the chair. Then, standing on the blanket she looked at me: “Is there anybody around? Is it clear?

“Nobody for a long way, you’re OK.”

Reaching behind she unclipped her bikini top and slipped it over her head, her breasts falling out of the cups. I watched avidly as she brushed some sand off them with a towel, then slid her arms into a white lace bra and fastened it at the front.

Slipping her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms she pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them. My eyes widened as she stood up and I saw the dark, thin smudge, of hair above her pussy lips. Picking up a white suspender belt she placed it on her hips, then reached behind to fasten it.

“You’re supposed to be on the lookout, you know! Half the people on the beach could amble past here and you wouldn’t notice.”

“But you can’t get dressed in front of me and not expect me to watch, that’s insane,” I laughed.

“Well while you’re watching make sure you keep an eye out for unwanted guests.”

Taking a packet out of her bag she carefully removed a pair of chocolate coloured stockings. Gently gathering one up, she slipped it onto her foot, then slowly rolled it up her leg, pulled lightly on the welt, then reached behind to fix the suspender.

“Oh Auntie, you don’t know what that does to me. The sight of a lady putting on her stockings and fastening suspenders is the sexiest sight in the world… I’m in heaven.”

“And you’ll be in big trouble if I see somebody suddenly wander past.”

She fastened the other two suspenders then pulled on, and fastened the other stocking, adjusted the welts to check they were even, then stepped into a pair of white, lacy panties and pulled them up, sadly hiding her pussy from my view.

Slipping the summer dress over her head she straightened it, slipped her feet into some low, sling-back wedges, then looked at me.

“Well, will I do?”

“Absolutely, you look gorgeous.”

“Come on then, let’s get this stuff back to the car and see what we can find for our picnic.”

Walking back through the cool forest I put my arm around her, stroking her bum, feeling for the outlines of her suspenders. “You do know that watching you getting dressed just now has made me really horny?”

“Well I’ll have to see what I can do about that later, won’t I?” She laughed.

Arriving back at the car we threw the bags inside and drove off down the lane. Reaching over I slid her dress up above her stocking tops and stroked her legs.

“Hey, go easy young man, I’ve got to keep my mind on the road.”

Running my hands over her stockinged legs I caressed the suspenders, then let my fingers brush over the soft skin above, moving slowly between her legs, feeling the wet fabric of her panties.

“Enough!” She shivered. “I’ll have us in a ditch any minute.” Pushing my hand away she lowered her dress.

“Ohhhhhhh. That’s not very nice Auntie – look what you’ve done to me…”

“Ahhh, has my pretty boy got a nasty swelling in his pants?”

“Yes, I have, and all because of you, what are you going to do about it?”

Giggling she pulled off the road into a car park and stopped the engine. Reaching over she took hold of my erection and stroking it looked into my eyes. “Now are you going to be able to drag this package into the deli – or do you need to convalesce in the car while I go foraging for some lunch?”

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair, I meant what are you going to do to relieve me, not make it worse. “Nasty Auntie. You’re just teasing me now aren’t you?”

She opened the door, swung her legs out of the car and stood up, looking back at me with a mocking look in her eyes.

“OK if that’s what you want. But everybody in there will see I’ve got a huge boner. Aren’t you going to be embarrassed about that?”

“No, I don’t think so, they’ll think your just an over-sexed youth who can’t control his hormones,” she laughed.

“OK, have it your way.” I got out of the car, walked around to her escort gaziantep fetiş bayan side and took her hand as we walked into the deli.

As we wandered around picking up items that looked good for our picnic she constantly broke into laughter whenever she saw the large bulge in the front of my jeans. At the counter, while we were waiting to be served, I stood close behind her, pressing myself against her bum. Each time the assistant turned away to pack up something she rotated her hips, pressing her bum harder against my dick – just stopping in time when the girl turned back towards us.

After paying we walked back to the car, my hand fondling her ass, running my fingers over the suspenders I could feel through the thin material. She slipped her hand into the back of my jeans, running them over my bum and squeezing my cheeks.

At the car, she put the picnic into a cooler box, then strapped herself in and started the engine. “Let me slip your dress up, I love to look at your stocking tops while you’re driving.”

“OK, but no touching or we’re going to have an accident,” she smiled, as she slipped her dress up, tucking it under her seat belt.

My eyes were transfixed by her legs, her stocking tops and suspenders and the hint of white knickers I could see between her legs.

As she drove out of the car park I unzipped my jeans, painfully releasing my cock from the constriction it had been under for so long. “Is this Ok Auntie?”

She took her eyes off the road for an instant, paused, then: “That’s very OK darling, but it looks like you need a little help.” Reaching over she took my dick in her hand and began slowly stroking it.

I laid back in my seat, moaning at the sensation of her hand moving up and down my cock, then she let go and I snapped back to reality.

Slowing the car she turned off the road onto a grassy track. “Where are we going?”

“Wait and see.”

We bumped along the track for some way, between fields of crops, then along the edge of some trees until we came to a clearing where she pulled up and switched off the engine. Releasing her seat belt she leaned over my dick, taking it in her hand, her tongue licked the tip as she started to wank me. Parting her lips she took my cock into her mouth, slowly moving down, drawing more of its length inside, sucking, licking, up and down, driving me insane.

“Stop, get out, now!”

I ran round to her side of the car as she got out, took her tightly in my arms, my tongue sought out hers, my cock pressing urgently against her. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to wank me again.

“Get your knickers off I need to fuck you – now!”

Lifting her dress she pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them as I ripped my shorts off.

“Turn round.”

She bent forward over the car’s bonnet as I lifted her dress and pushed it high up her back. Sinking to my knees I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, my tongue seeking her hole. I ran my hands frantically up and down her legs, stroking her stockings, fingering her suspenders, kissing her stocking tops. Pulling her legs apart I forced my tongue towards her pussy, pushing it between the lips and inside as far as it would go – she gasped, then let out a low moan.

Standing up I took her hips and pulled her against my cock.

Pulling her cheeks apart I looked down on her freckle as I slid my cock between her legs, sliding back and forth against her wet pussy.

“Oh yes baby, get inside me – now!”

Pushing her hips back, her cheeks closed on my cock as she rubbed her ass against my pubes. Reaching between her legs I opened her pussy lips with my fingers, rubbing her clit as she writhed against me. I guided the tip of my cock to her pussy and thrust forward, slipping deep inside her. My hands gripped her hips as my thumbs opened her ass cheeks – I could see my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Leaning forwards I slipped my hands under her dress and cupped her breasts, slipping them out of the cups of her bra.

“Oh God, I’m loving this, get your cock right up inside my pussy,” she gasped.

Dropping my hands I fondled her stockings tops, slowly easing my cock back until it was almost out of her pussy then ramming it back in deep, her cheeks slapping against my pubes. “I’m fucking your cunt and I’m not going to stop.”

“Go on baby, fuck your Auntie, I want your cock right up inside my cunt, fuck me, fuck me…”

I thrust my prick in and out of her pussy faster and faster, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks, my hands squeezing her tits, her nipples hard against my palms.

“Wait, let me get on the ground.”

I slipped out of her pussy as she stepped back then lowered herself onto the grass. Lifting her dress high above her stockings and suspender belt she opened her legs wide and laid back. “Come on get that cock back inside me, you’re going to fuck me until I tell you to stop.”

Dropping bayan escort gaziantep to my knees I moved between her legs, feeling the soft nylon of her stockings pulled taught over her knees.

“Let me put your cock where I want it. Mmmm, feel how wet I am? Do you like your cock rubbing against my wet pussy? I’m going to open my cunt lips with your cock, can you feel it against my clit? Oh, baby, that’s making me shiver, get inside and fuck me now.”

Laying back she pulled me on top of her as I slid deep inside her dripping cunt.

Grabbing her legs I pulled them onto my shoulders. “Oh, Auntie the feel of your stockings against my cheeks is fucking amazing.”

“Kiss my stockings then baby, you love them don’t you? You wank thinking about my stocking tops and suspenders don’t you? Would you like me to stand over you while you’re lying on the floor?”

“Oh yes Auntie, I want to see all the way up your dress. I want to see your stocking tops, your panties covering your pussy between your legs, that would be fucking incredible.”

“Open my legs wide darling, can you see your cock fucking my cunt? Fuck me harder, harder – I’m starting to cum – I’m cumming, oh baby do you want to shoot your load inside your Auntie?”

“Yes, yes Auntie, I’m going to shoot my cum right up inside your cunt, I’m going to fill you with my spunk.”

Our bodies went rigid as we both orgasmed, my cock shot cum inside her cunt, again and again, her pussy lips gripping it tightly as she writhed against me, pulling my hands against her tits, her hair in my face as I kissed and bit her neck.

“No love bites,” she gasped. “Auntie will not be happy with that.”

Gripping her legs I thrust my groin hard against her pussy, ecstatically revelling in the final convulsions of our orgasm.

Breathlessly falling forward on top of her I looked deeply into her eyes: “You are incredible. I’ve never had sex as good as that. You are out of this world.”

She smiled as I slipped out of her pussy and laid by her side, stroking her stockings. I kissed her gently, running my fingers across her naked groin, she shuddered: “Oh, that tickles, stop.”

Slipping down her body I ran my lips across her stomach, gently kissing the soft skin as I moved down to the tuft of hair above her pussy, running my tongue over the wet juices. Teasing her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue I gently parted them, tasting the nectar of her cum.

“Mmmm, that is wonderful, I could lay here forever while you do that, but we need to get cleaned up – come on, pour me a glass of that Rosé we bought for lunch.”

Reluctantly I got to my feet, walked to the back of the car, lifted out the cooler box and pulled out the bottle and two glasses. As I poured the wine I watched her, enjoying the sight of her holding her dress high as she wiped herself, opening her legs to reach her pussy and the inside of her thighs. Stepping into her knickers she pulled them up her legs and settled them over her hips and between her legs. After adjusting each of her suspenders and smoothing the welts of her stockings she brushed her dress down then took a glass from me and sipped the wine.

“So are you going to get dressed, or do you plan to walk around naked all afternoon with your cock swinging?”

“I’d like to stay like this if that’s OK.”

“No, it’s not,” she laughed. “Get dressed before somebody comes along and thinks you’re a flasher.”

Reluctantly I tidied myself up, then we spread the beach blanket in the clearing and settled down with our wine and picnic. Everything in the world felt good, a soft breeze rustled the branches above us as we gazed out across golden fields to hills in the distance.

After the picnic we sat with our backs against a tree, luxuriating in the peacefulness of our surroundings and our sexual contentment.

My fingers caressed her stockings, slowly working their way up her thighs, slipping her dress up and lingered over her stocking tops and suspenders. I stared at the flimsy white material of her knickers as it disappeared between her legs. “Your panties are beautiful, so delicate, so sexy. I wish I could look at them all day…”

“I’m pleased you like them.”

“I adore lingerie – soft, silky, all the different colours and styles. I love to just look and admire it, the delicate, flimsy feel of the material…”

“So it’s not just stockings, you get turned on by the whole ensemble?”

“Oh yes. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I sometimes go into the lingerie section of stores to see what’s on display. I bet you think I’m weird now, don’t you?”

“No, not at all darling. There’s nothing wrong with you liking sexy lingerie, or looking at it in the shops, I bet there are loads of men that do it.”

“The joke is I get so embarrassed when I’m amongst all that lingerie, I look a couple of times then quickly leave. I don’t have the nerve to browse, or touch anything.”

“Really? I’ve always thought you were such a confident young man.”

“Not when I’m amongst all those bras and knickers,” I laughed.

“Mmm, you’ve given me an idea. Come on let’s get all this cleared up.”

“What are you thinking of?”

“Wait and see…”

With everything packed into the car, we bumped our way back along the track to rejoin the road.

“Where are we going?”

“Patience my love, all will be revealed in time, but first I need a quick shower.”

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Cynthia was twenty-seven years old when she discovered that she was unable to do whatever she set her mind to with ease.

It might seem like a strange age to discover such a thing, as usually a person will find their confidence shaken long before then. Everyone has their strengths, and all that. But Cynthia Weber, apple of her parents eye and habitual success machine had always found that she naturally took to all things she tried.

From running track and playing girls lacrosse in high school, to academics and the arts in college, to her job working as a paralegal in a large firm settled in central London. Even moving abroad and ending up in England in the first place had been a breeze, despite growing up in small town America where anything further than the Dairy Queen in the next town seemed an entire world away.

Yes, Cynthia had always held the bull by the balls. But when she discovered the severe plumbing problems in the little flat she had purchased upon arriving in London, she met her match. Her father had always done the home improvements at home, her family being the picture of traditional gender roles. So when a pipe burst and her bathroom flooded, she knew that the first call she should have made was to a plumber.

Which she did, and which she firmly regretted when she got his estimate for the job. Her savings had already dwindled to next to nothing thanks to her costly relocation. Her new home was mortgaged, and her job paid well but not enough to cover her credit cards (which were maxed) and the plumbing. So the woman made a decision; she would fix it herself. How hard could it be?

The answer was: really fucking hard.

She didn’t know a pipe wrench from a vise grip, and before long she was finding herself extremely grateful for the tiny second bathroom that still worked in her flat. But she didn’t give up hope, and found herself turning to the trusty internet to help her out. It was there that she found her a forum specializing in home improvement, where people who had an actual idea of what the hell they were doing kindly offered their expertise and assistance to the poor little American girl who had become completely overwhelmed by her task.

It was on this forum that she met Gerald Parkman. At fifty-one years old, he had ample time over the years to figure out how to fix a busted pipe. Given his natural inclination towards fussiness, he had learned to take care of many basic tasks that would have required a tradesman, and he had been a lifesaver for Cynthia.

With his instruction and patient guidance through private messages, she had slowly managed to minimize the damage and fix a few things in her bathroom. He had even helped her to find someone else who charged much less to fix what was left over, while giving her pointers for other areas of her flat that needed work.

Throughout these messages they would often slip in personal conversation, getting to know one another. She knew his favorite food, and he knew that she went for a run in the evenings. They had spoken at length about favorite movies, music and even recommended books to one another. Given the difference in their ages, they seemed to have a great deal in common.

So when the bathroom was fixed and her flat fixed up, they still continued to speak. Only they took the next step and began to write at their respective email addresses, a touch more intimate to both of them. Not that anything that was said there had been inappropriate, more mildly flirtatious. At least as much as Gerald was willing to flirt, though he seemed to delight in her occasional implications and teasing.

After a particularly long day at the office, Cynthia happily entered her apartment, slipped off her shoes and jacket and headed to her computer. As it loaded the operating system, she wandered into the kitchen for a glass of wine, pulling her long, dark hair from its bun and shaking it out over her shoulders.

She was an attractive women, though not a beauty queen. Her hair was thick and a dark brown, almost black. Her skin was a light brown, though her ethnicity was always difficult for others to distinguish. Her eyes were so dark that they glittered like polished onyx, surrounded by thick lashes that she always wished were longer.

As for her body, she always considered it average. She was neither overweight nor thin, with a soft stomach and large breasts that were not nearly as firm as she would like. Her hips were narrow, but her bottom rounded just enough to be seen in the right kind of jeans.

Cynthia curled that body into a chair now, blowing a strand of hair from her face with her full lips. This had become a regular routine, getting online to surf various forums, read blogs or watch shows thanks to her not having a television with a working license. But her first port of call was always her email account, and when she saw Gerald’s name heading a new escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları message she grinned happily.

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 5:47 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Hello Cynthia,

You know, it doesn’t matter how often I type your email address in, it still makes me laugh. I am almost thinking of creating one of my own, just to have something more interesting than my former work address to write to you from.

How are you? You had mentioned the other day that you had a large staff meeting to attend this morning, and you seemed nervous. I hope everything went well? In any case, I doubt you have anything to fear, even if there have been rumors of redundancies. I can only imagine they would be lost without such a clever woman on the payroll.

Sincerely,

Gerald

Cynthia read over this email with a smile. He was always considerate, and he frequently brought up things she had mentioned in the past. Which was much better than the last several men she had dated, all of whom were much too preoccupied with her tits to care much about what was going on in her life.

Taking a quick sip of her wine and placing it down on the desk, she opened up a reply window and wrote him back. Hopefully, he would be online and they could have one of their enjoyable evening chats…

* * *

Gerald Parkman had, for the most part, lived a satisfying life.

He came from a working class family, and he had not been in a position to go to university. But after working for a time at his father’s struggling building company, he had secured a low level position in his early twenties at an insurance agency. Over the decades he had managed to climb the ladder, sticking with the same company tenaciously until he had been poached by a rivaling business and placed into upper-middle management.

Marrying young, his wife Agatha had watched him become more successful. He had been able to give her the things she wanted; a nice house, regular holidays, the ability to stay home with their only son, Anthony. All of which she had enjoyed, along with her credit cards, and she showed her appreciation by being an attentive and loving wife.

Over time, their relationship had…not soured, that wasn’t the right word. More ebbed away into something barely there. They were friendly and courteous to one another, and fights were non-existent. Sadly, that was due to the lack of passion and communication, rather than any improvement in their marriage. As evidenced by their total lack of a sex life.

When they had first gotten married, Agatha had been willing to have sex, if not especially enthusiastic about it. Not that Gerald had ever complained, and over time he began to feel as though his desires were disrespectful to the wholesome woman who became all the more long suffering in performing the most basic of sexual tasks.

By the time their son was born, they made love perhaps once every couple of months. As Anthony grew, he was lucky to get any physical affection beyond a peck on the cheek. Besides the occasional spontaneous hand job out of pity, sex had entirely dried up by the time the boy was in high school.

Gerald had long since been spending more and more time at the office at this point. He would never be unfaithful to his wife, no matter how tempted, and so he kept himself busy at work. His office became a refuge, and the one place where, after hours, he would look at pornography and guiltily hide the evidence of his wanking before heading home. Usually thinking about the young women in the office that he would be forced to look in the eye the next day.

However depressing it might all seem, he was not unhappy. Sure, he was sexually unfulfilled, but he felt that it was rather his own fault for being so fixated on his desires anyway. The rest of his life had been a triumph of hard work, and he had many benefits for it. His son was a good boy, who had been accepted into a top university, which Gerald could not be more proud about. As for his marriage, he truly did love his wife and he felt lucky to have such a good woman who cared so deeply for him.

Things began to take a turn for the worst the fall of his fiftieth year. He had been in the kitchen, preparing for another long day of work. As he half-heartedly listened to his wife trying to convince him to take a holiday in Spain that year, he started to notice a tingling in his left arm.

At first, he thought it had fallen asleep and began to rub his shoulder. But before long it coalesced into a sharp pain that spread to his chest. It had been Gerald’s first heart attack, and a wake up call for a lifestyle change. The biggest of which was his company insisting that he take early retirement, cutting off his lifeline and ending a career that had given him a sense escort gaziantep bayan telefonları of purpose in life.

He liked to think that this had not triggered anything major, like a midlife crisis. It had merely forced upon him a pallor of boredom that he had been adamant he overcome. There was some belief from his wife that they would spend the time together, doing things they had always wanted. Unfortunately, it became apparent that the two had nothing in common, and within the first few months she had retreated to her own activities and left him to his devices. Who would have known that those ‘things they had always wanted’ were not the same for either of them?

Gerald had turned to projects to keep him occupied. When the small ones were not doing it for him anymore, he took on a much larger task he had always told himself he would do: a full house remodel, including an extension on the left side of the house. It was the perfect way to exhaust his energy and keep him from lingering too long on the growing discontent in the back of his mind.

While he could do a number of useful things around the house, he needed help. So he had become active on a number of websites, the most frequent being a forum that had sparked his home improvement project into a full hobby. Especially as it gave him a chance to offer his expertise to others, and so feel useful once again.

He was halfway through the remodel when he met Cynthia. The young woman was nothing more than another post with a problem, at first. But the more they spoke, the more he began to like her. And the more that tense feeling he refused to examine seemed to increase within him.

It was when they exchanged photos – a friendly gesture – that he found himself becoming a little obsessed. He had not given much thought up to that point of what she looked like. When she jokingly brought up the fact that he could be anyone, like a 14-year-old boy with a hardware magazine membership, he had laughed and searched out some old holiday photographs from two years before. Sending her one, he had been surprised when he had gotten a photo back.

The young woman in the photo was sitting with who he assumed to be several members of her family, including smiling parents and perhaps her brothers. She had dark eyes and hair, and smooth, tanned skin. The word that fluttered to mind as he studied the photograph was ‘exotic’. He had been unable to keep himself from letting his eyes glance to the slight bit of cleavage peeking through the v-neck shirt, and her large, firm breasts.

She was beautiful in an unconventional way that he found he liked, and with her warm personality, wit and charm, he was immediately hooked. Though this was a secret attraction only, and he did everything in his power to control it. He was, after all, a married man. Besides, she was a fraction of his age, and he liked her too much to make her uncomfortable. He was terrified that if she knew the developing thoughts and fantasies of which she starred, she would stop speaking to him.

Attracted he might be, but all he really sought was a bit of friendly conversation.

He had spent the day painting the small upstairs office, and it was currently airing out. The windows all over the house were open to the quickly darkening autumn night. His wife had cleared out for the evening, participating in a function he hadn’t really heard her explanation of. Some kind of raffle? Or maybe a sale of some kind?

In any case, he was alone once more with the stereo playing quietly in the background. He barely heard the music that in today’s world was classified as ‘oldies’, but he could still remember hearing for the first time as a kid. He was surfing the net to avoid having to think on that too clearly.

Taking a sip of iced tea, he opened up a new browser tab and checked his email. A small smile flickered on his lips when he saw Cynthia’s name waiting in his inbox, a reply to his earlier message. Experiencing the small wiggle of excitement that made him feel like a foolish schoolboy, he opened the email and read her response.

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:25 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Hey Gerald,

As always, you’re right. It turns out I had nothing to worry about…technically, I have been promoted. I will be heading the group of paralegals on staff, which is a step up. The problem is that my bosses are still cheap bastards, so while I will have more responsibility I won’t have a bigger paycheck to show for it. Oh well, it is better than getting canned, I suppose.

Otherwise, my day has been long but standard. What about you? You had mentioned you planned on tackling that paint job in your office. Did it go well? Feeling high from the paint fumes? I am about to feel blissfully tipsy from my wine. Wish you escort gaziantep bayan videoları were here to share a glass. 🙂

By the way, thank you for the compliment. Hopefully my employers start to see me as intelligent and indispensable as you do!

Cynthia

– – –

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:37 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Sadly, I received many of those ‘promotions’ during my career. The good news is that if you take it with a smile and do well, a pay raise can’t be too far behind. The trick is showing them that they couldn’t possibly run things as smoothly without you there. Once you convince them of that (which I doubt should be difficult, in your case) you are on your way to bigger and better things.

The office is complete, and with minimum pain involved. Though I did have to redo the baseboard when it came out uneven near the door. Enough of that, I would hate to ramble.

I am not much of a drinker and never have been. But a glass of wine sounds nearly as lovely as the company. My own glass is filled with nothing stronger than iced tea with lemon, which is being enjoyed in an empty house.

Perhaps I will take the wine, after all. Though I would worry about my behavior. Especially if I have, indeed, been affected by the paint fumes. Who knows what shocking things I might divulge?

* * *

Cynthia stared at the message in surprise, reading over the last bit a couple of times as she sipped her second glass of red. Was he flirting? It wasn’t much to go on, but given his usual replies even when she herself teased him, it was something different.

Her eyes slid over the final sentence. “‘Who knows what shocking things I might divulge?'” she read out in a hushed voice. A small smirk touched her lips. “Oh yes, what might you say, Mr. Parkman?”

To her surprise, she found that she rather liked the idea that he may be flirting. She had never really considered him as a love interest. He was so much older than her, for one thing, and he was married, for another. She wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with anyone in a committed relationship, much less a man old enough to be her father.

Despite this, she found herself biting her lip as she typed out her reply.

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:51 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Iced tea? You are a rebel, aren’t you? 😉 If you put a splash of rum in the glass we would be talking about my kind of beverage.

I can understand staying away from the booze, and I try not to partake too much unless it is a special weekend or occasion. Though I have to say it is a real shame…I bet you have all sort of interesting secrets in let lose.

You might be shocked to know that I have plenty of my own.

* * *

As he read her message he felt his eyebrow creep up into an arch. Secrets? It seemed obvious that she was flirting with him, though she had done so playfully before. This didn’t feel quite the same, however. There was a touch more intimacy in the implication, and he felt a slight heat in his gut as he wondered at what those ‘secrets’ might be.

Though his mind was telling him he should stop this now, he ignored the voice of warning. After all, nothing had been said that wasn’t perfectly innocent. So what if there was a bit more of a teasing tone to it this time? It had been so long since Gerald had indulged in such a conversation that it seemed high time he allowed himself a minor pleasure.

He sat staring at the screen for a full minute, unsure of himself. This was unfamiliar territory, and he wasn’t sure how much was too much. In the end, he decided to follow her example and never take a step beyond where she left them. It seemed the safest route, and still thrilling to consider.

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 6:55 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

Secrets? Me? I am afraid that my thoughts are hardly exciting enough to catch the interests of such an enticing woman as yourself. Though I will admit that a couple of glasses of alcohol would make my confessions a tad more surprising than without them.

Now your secrets are another matter entirely. I can only imagine what fascinating quirks linger behind those big, brown eyes of yours.

Have another glass of wine, for me.

– – –

From: Cynthia Weber

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 7:01 PM

To: Gerald Parkman

Why Gerald Parkman! Are you trying to get me drunk? Because if you are, there are much more effective drinks than wine to get the job done. Then again, I might just spill my secrets without the help of liquor, if you were to coax me.

I bet your own thoughts are much more scandalous than you let on. I have to admit that my own have gotten a lot more heated since I broke up with my ex. That always happens to me when I am single.

– – –

From: Gerald Parkman

Sent: Wednesday, April 12, 2012 7:11 PM

To: Cynthia Weber

I am sorry to say that marriage doesn’t always help that. Of course, not all couples are like Agatha and myself. We don’t discuss anything that would be considered inappropriate, as it makes her uncomfortable.

It is shocking that you are single. A woman like you must have men lining up around the block to woo you.

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After me and Daniella’s first full day on holiday, I was left absolutely shattered. I drank way more than I should have. I enjoyed some hot, double penetration action with Daniella and the Greek Boy. I got to watch some hot lesbian action between Daniella, Nina the German teacher lady, and Georgina the Greek lesbian with big nipple rings. After which Burkhard and I enjoyed a little oral action when we both came in his wife’s mouth. And most importantly I got to help beautiful Daniella work her way through nearly a dozen orgasms and nearly half as many lovers. So, by the time my head hit the pillow at the end of the night, I was done.

God knows how long I was out, but the next thing I remember, I was dreaming that I was back home in California. I was out somewhere in the Mojave Desert. It was a hot and sunny day, and I was driving along in my dream car—a cherry red, 1972 convertible Corvette Stingray—through the endless western landscapes with my arm hanging out the window and the wind rushing through my hair. I was in heaven.

This wasn’t the first time I’ve had this dream. In fact, it had been one of my favourite recurring dreams ever since I was thirteen when my hard drinking Aunt Carol—with her amazingly the big tits and inappropriately low-cut dresses—took me for a long ride in her late, third husband’s Corvette. While we drove across Death Valley, she told me, “it’s easy for a boy like me to get lucky in a car like this.” It took me many years to understand what she meant by ‘get lucky’ but when I did, the dream only become more intense.

I drove on through the shimmering deserts until I came to a hill. I slammed on the gas, and the Corvette shot over the crest like a rocket. The whole car roared and shook with a raw power that I could feel in my bones. Then suddenly there was a hand on my crotch working my balls. I looked down half expecting to see my aunt’s hand, but instead it was a thin woman’s hand. I followed the hand up to find my wife—now my ex-wife—Betty sitting in the car next to me. It was her, but from years ago before we got married and made each other miserable.

She smiled at me with cherry red lips and sparkling blue eyes, as her long blond hair whipped around in the wind, then suddenly she was naked and so was I. Without bothering to stop the car we collapsed into each other’s arms and began to kiss and rub our naked bodies all over each other. The car continued happily rumbling along on its own down the road, as she climbed onto my lap.

Betty’s pussy was warm, soft and inviting as I slipped my cock inside. Her and I made love in the bright sunshine, in the front seat of the car as we travelled on down the road—only occasionally stopping to wave at creepy truck drivers and smiling passengers as they passed by.

We continued on like this for miles, but just as I was about to cum, a great odd, red shadow passed over the car. I pulled my head away from young Betty’s eager mouth to see that a strange face shaped cloud come into view and blot out much of the sky.

Suddenly I looked around and we were no longer out in the deserts, but somewhere in LA, with its endless traffic passing through some nightmarish zone of endless, nondescript strip malls as far as the eye could see. Also, we were no longer in the Corvette, but in that damn two-tone minivan she made me purchase last year for her shitty mobile dog grooming business that she never put any time into.

Betty crawled off my lap and instantly aged ten years. “There it is,” she pointed to a beige stucco building sandwiched between a thousand other beige stucco buildings, “Park the van there,” she commanded.

I was no longer in control of the minivan. It jerked escort gaziantep bayan reklamları hard to the left and crashed through a small hedge into an empty, darken parking lot. The sun had disappeared before the minivan came to a screeching halt in front of an old defunct shop now turned evangelical church. The windows were covered in a cheap mirrored tint which gave everything inside a sickly green hue.

“We’re here!” Betty smiled. “Time to give us a baby.”

“What? No! We’re divorced. I’m not giving you a baby,” I complained.

The minivan was gone, and we stood outside the building in the darkness as the summer heat radiated off the black asphalt of the parking lot. Above the main shop window to the old store was a beat-up painted on sign that read “The Hands of God Church,” while in the corner a red neon sign slowly blinked, “All sacrifices welcome.”

I knew the place from when Betty found God a couple years back and made me go to church with her here once. Inside the air was horribly stale and hot given their AC was perpetually broken. The church itself consisted of a large multipurpose room divided in half. Up front there sat a beat-up pulpit, a folding card table on wheels with a white tablecloth thrown over it that doubled as a collections table, and a giant homemade wooden cross made by someone’s kid. In back, in place of actual pews, there were just several rows of beat-up plastic folding chairs for the congregation to sit, watch the weird shows, and to find god—poor bastards.

Betty had changed into a long flowing, white, semi translucent, silk night gown, while I remained naked. We stood at the front of the room while a sea of grey, ashen faced evangelical men slowly poured in. Each one greeted Betty by speaking to her in tongues and by running their meaty hands up the front of her silk gown to touch her blond pussy. They then would give me the evil eye before taking their seats.

“Praise Jesus!” boomed the voice of the Preacher from behind the pulpit. He was a greasy middle-aged man in an off color white button up dress shirt and a black tie, with a broad Texas accent, and the look of a used car salesman. “Praise Jesus! We are all here today because we are all sinners. Can I get an amen?”

“Amen!” the congregation shouted back.

“Praise Jesus!” replied the Preacher.

“Praise Jesus!” the congregation replied.

“We are all sinners,” the Preacher continued, “but we are all still members of God’s family. And as members of God’s family, we all have a sacred duty to continue that family. But this man, this man here has failed in his sacred duties!” The Preacher began pointing his finger wildly at me. “He has failed to share his sacred seed with us and these ladies.”

The congregation collectively gasped.

“I know, I know,” the Preacher continued, “the good book teaches us to forgive, to turn the other cheek, but sometimes, we need to take matters into our own hands.”

I was confused and turned to my wife who was nodding along in agreement, “Betty? What the hell is this about?” I demanded, but she didn’t answer. “Fine then, I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not son,” the Preacher said with a smile. “Tie him to the cross!”

Before I could make a run for it, several large, hairy naked men wearing trucker caps, rose from the congregation and wrestled me to the ground. I tried fighting but it was no use. They then dragged me to the large, homemade wooden cross at the side of the stage and tied me to it.

Betty stepped up next to me and she suddenly was beautiful, sweet, and 20 years old again. “Don’t fight it Theo, given in and give escort gaziantep resimleri us a baby.” She kissed me on the lips while she reached down with her free hand and began to stroke my cock.

I had to fight it because her hand and mouth felt too good. I pulled my mouth away from her and turned my head towards the congregation. By now the whole congregation of men had disrobed and were sitting there mouths agape, with their hands on their cocks while Betty started to get me hard. As hard as I fought it, I couldn’t help but get erect again. Betty continued to stroke my cock. With each beat I could feel my resolve falter a little more until all too soon I was about to burst.

Betty turned to the Preacher and gave him a nod. The greasy used car salesman stepped out from behind his pulpit. He was naked from the waist down and was supporting a major erection.

“It will be okay Theo. All you got to do is give us a baby,” Betty cooed in my ear before she let go of my cock and slowly made her way to the Preacher. There in front me, the congregation and presumably God as well, Betty slowly squatted down in front of the Preacher until her mouth was level with his big hairy cock. She made a point to maintain eye contact with me all the way down before she slowly opened her bright red mouth and licked her lips.

“Praise Jesus!” The Preacher shouted before he popped the big purple head of his cock into young Betty’s eager mouth where she began to suck it like a lollipop.

“Praise Jesus!” The congregation shouted back in support.

When we were married, especially towards the end, it was all I could do to get Betty to suck my cock, and now here she was sucking off her Preacher while the congregation looked on and jerked off. I admit that I had fantasized about her sucking off other men, but this was a bit much. Betty cocked her head towards me where I—and the congregation—got a good view of her sucking the Preacher’s dick. Several times she slowly worked his cock deep into her mouth before pulling it all the way back out. I tried not to watch, but I couldn’t help myself. I was rock hard.

“You have a good wife here. She really knows how to serve God,” the Preacher grinned at me while he slowly fucked Betty’s mouth. “Can I get an Amen?” he shouted at the congregation.

“Amen!” They shouted back.

They went back and forth for another minute, until I could see rings of sweat seeping through his dress shirt, and I could hear his breath become more ragged. Like a champ, Betty continued to work his cock faster and faster until, at last his legs locked into position and he grabbed her head with both hands. “Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus!” He shouted as he came in young Betty’s mouth.

“Hallelujah!” Someone shouted from the congregation while others clapped in approval of the Preacher cumming in Betty’s mouth.

Eventually the Preacher pulled his spent cock from Betty’s mouth and then helped her back to her feet. She gave a little curtsy to the Congregation and wiped her mouth dry with the back of her hand as they cheered her on in appreciation.

Without bothering to put his cock away, the Preacher signalled off stage to a group of church women dress in choir robes and their organist who instantly started up some church hymns. Betty turned to the sea of men in the congregation and was instantly mobbed by dozens of them. They were of all sizes and shapes—big, fat, short, and tall—a lot were very hairy, and their cocks weren’t that big. Betty quickly fell back to her knees and in short succession sucked off several dozen of the men—making a point each time not to spill any of their seeds—all escort gaziantep bayan sitesi the while the choir sang on.

Eventually she sucked off the last of them and the Preacher joined her back on stage. He threw his arms high into the air, the music stopped, and he addressed the congregation in his booming voice, “Now it’s time for why all of us are here. It is time for this man, to give these women a baby.” He waited several seconds for the shouts from the crowd to subside before he walked to the other side of the stage where the collection table on wheels was. He then began to slowly push it toward me and my erection. It was then that I saw there was a person underneath the white tablecloth.

Poking out from under the tablecloth was a pair of rather large woman’s calves. Then I saw it, there on the inside of the right ankle, a butterfly tattoo. My blood ran cold, and I began to scream, “Not you! Not You!”

Like a magician with his cock out, the Preacher snatched away the white tablecloth to reveal my ex-boss, Christina.

“NOOOOOOOO!!” I screamed.

Christina was, by far the meanest woman who has ever lived. She was a large redheaded woman in her late 40’s who never married, or as far as any of us at my last job every knew, ever even dated anyone. All of us just assumed that she should have been a lesbian, if it wasn’t for her damn conservative Christian beliefs that she tried pushing on us daily. She hated all men, especially me, and for years she made my life a living hell at work. On no less than 14 separate occasions she attempted to get me fired. And now here she was naked on the table, propped up with some pillows, glaring angrily at me. Her fat thighs were pulled wide, exposing a giant mass of curry red public hair that stretched from hip to hip. “Oh for fuck sake!” She shouted at me. “You can’t even do this fucking right. Does that small fucking cock of yours actually work?”

I was too shocked to do anything but stammer, “No, not you.”

“Come on son, just give the ladies what they want,” the Preacher chimed in with a big smile before he began to push the collections table with Christina on it towards my still hard member.

Betty stepped up next to Christina, bent down and casually popped Christina right nipple into her mouth. She sucked it for a second before she looked up at me, “come on Theo, please give us a baby,” she pleaded.

“Yeah, fucking Theodore,” Christina shouted, “just give us a fucking baby already!”

The preacher stopped pushing the table towards me for a second where he could readjust his angle to make sure my cock and Christina’s hateful pussy would line up properly.

“NOOOOOOOO!” I shouted, but no one cared. I looked out at the congregation for help, but they were now little more than a sea of grey faces, franticly masturbating.

The table with her mean pussy on it, was getting closer with each passing second. I struggled with my bindings, but they wouldn’t budge. I looked down at my cock and to my horror it was still rock hard. “Maybe if I think of something horrible it will go down. Shit, shit, shit!” I racked my brains, trying to think of anything to make my erection to go away, “Shit this isn’t going to work, because the one thing I hate more than anything is you!” I shouted at Christina.

The table moved closer and closer.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Christina’s hairy red pussy was now so close its brimstone like smell stung my eyes. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. With a snarl of her lip, Christina reached down and pulled open her pussy lips to reveal a full set of gleaming white fanged teeth. “NO!” I screamed.

Chomp! Snapped Christina’s pussy fangs towards my cock. Christina cackled while Betty smiled and said, “Just give us what we want Theo. Give us a baby.”

“Never,” I sobbed.

CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP! Snapped Christina’s pussy as the head of my innocent, hard cock came within a hair of her pussy’s mouth.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” I shouted one last time before everything went black.

To Be Continued…

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Dan and Tina were neighbors living in the same apartment building. Even though they had lived on the same floor for the past year they had never really had the chance to get to know each other.

Tina was the kind of woman you wouldn’t necessarily notice in a crowd. She was short and round with a cuddly disposition. She had golden honey blonde hair and wore round gold rimmed glasses. She was always smiling. For the lucky suitors who took the time to get to know Tina they found a very appealing person with a very bubbly personality.

One such person was Dan – He was a former New Englander creeping up on his fifth decade of life. Tall and somewhat lumbering he sometimes reminded strangers of their favorite uncle. He had sandy brown hair with streaks of gray, warm hazel eyes and boyish dimples that came to life with each jolly smile. Dan was kind and generous. He always took the time to help his fellow tenants and lent a hand whenever an occasion would arise.

Such an occasion was how he had finally met Tina. Dan was in his favorite blue recliner watching football on a Sunday afternoon. He had just cracked open a cold beer and a bag of chips when he noticed Tina struggling to stretch her short arms around the box of her new TV. He was wondering how she was going to manage to drag it to her second floor apartment all by herself. He quickly slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and raced down to the parking lot to offer his assistance.

Tina greeted him with a warm smile and a sigh of relief as she graciously accepted his offer and ran ahead of him to open the doors as he hauled the awkward box up to her apartment. By the time Dan had finished installing her TV, TIVO and stereo system their first date had been arranged. Tina would prepare a meal for them to share during next Sunday’s Eagles – Dallas game. She mused that if things went well she might be sharing more than a meal.

As it would happen, Dan was having the same thoughts. Sunday could not come soon enough for him because Tina had suddenly become the focal point of his daily ruminations. The week had finally ended and Dan found himself relaxing in Tina’s cozy living room. They had just shared a toast at the beginning of the game clanging their chilled beers together as they snacked on tortilla chips with homemade salsa. Tina had prepared a Mexican feast .She had barbecued steak burritos warming in the oven, spicy Mexican rice, corn cakes and three cheese enchiladas. For dessert She had prepared her favorite Italian cookies with sprinkles that her grandmother used to make for her when she was young.

The game and the weather both turned out to be abysmal, if you were a Dallas fan needing to drive anywhere. By the end of the Dallas trouncing 16 inches of snow had fallen with drifts covering many of the cars in the parking lot. Being from Maine Dan looked at the snow as an opportunity rather then an inconvenience. They had plenty of good food prepared lots of cold drinks and a nice cozy fire, which offset the fact that they had just lost their electricity. One drink led to many and before Tina knew it she had accepted her role as Dallas’s constantly sacked quarterback. In their version of the game every sack resulted escort gaziantep bayan numaraları in an article of clothing being removed or some silly task being performed.

With Tina having very little clothing left to lose and suddenly feeling a bit shy after happily being sacked and rolling on the floor with Dan numerous times, she suggested they run out for a little tryst in the snow. Since they figured they wouldn’t be out long, they dressed rather light and headed out into the glistening snow. The cold air stung their cheeks and Dan immediately sacked Tina. After several minutes of laughing and rolling like teenagers in the snowy landscape they were both wet enough to highlight their body’s features.

Dan’s wet jeans were bulging from the excitement he wasn’t able to hide after rolling against Tina’s rubenesque figure. She looked so sexy with the curls springing up in her wet snow filled hair outlining her beautiful face. Water droplets were sliding down her glasses, her cheeks were rosy-red and her fully erect nipples were glaring boldly at him through her soaking wet shirt. He wandered if she was just cold or had their bodies rubbing together in the frigid air aroused her as much as it had him.

After about a half an hour of rolling in the snow they’re whole bodies were soaked. Their noses were bright red and their hands and feet had begun to feel numb. They both agreed they were ready to head in for some dry clothes and a warm fire. Darkness had begun to fall. So Tina, teeth chattering, quickly lit a few candles as soon as they got in the apartment.

Tina and Dan were both shivering from head to toe and couldn’t wait any longer to remove their cold, wet clothing. They both raced to the fire and began rubbing their hands together for warmth. They both began peeling off their clothing and laying it in front of the fire to dry.

Dan was undressing so quickly before he knew it he was down to his boxers which were tightly outlining his very swollen manhood. He looked up and caught a glimpse of Tina’s beautifully curved body. Her skin was all bright pink from the cold and she was wearing nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties. Both of which were glued to her body outlining every delectable inch they were trying to hide.

Tina looked up and caught Dan staring at her. She suddenly felt her face flush and her hard nipples began to tingle sending waves of electricity through her body. Tina knew Dan must be at least fifteen years older then her. She was shocked at how hairy his chest was all the way down to the top of his boxers and was amazed at the package anxious to escape from behind it’s damp covering.

The gentle look she saw in Dan’s eyes made her feel so comfortable. On impulse she leaned over and placed her cold hands on his hairy nipples, stood on her tip toes and gently pressed her soft pink lips against his. She felt a rush through her body as his mustache gently tickled her nose. She tenderly rubbed her thumbs in circles over his hard nipples and then gently began nibbling on them.

Dan was fully erect and had pre cum dripping in his already wet boxers. He reached up and wrapped escort gaziantep pornoları his long arms around her warm, plump body and pulled her tight against his chest as he began hungrily tasting her lips and sliding his tongue deep inside of her mouth and rolling his tongue with hers. He traced his fingers along the back of her neck. The fire crackled romantically in the background as the shadows of their now entwined bodies danced on the wall.

Dan took a free hand and finally removed his boxers. As they fell to the floor his thick throbbing cock sprung out against Tina’s soft body. She felt a rush as his sticky liquid slid across her belly.

Still hungrily devouring her sweet full lips he reached around and unhooked her bra. He could feel his heart racing and his hands shook with excitement. He slowly slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and watched her voluptuous breasts fall as her bra hit the floor. He let out a moan and immediately brought his hands up to feel her soft flesh. He kneaded her delicate tissue in his now very warm hands. Outlining her light pinkish brown areolas with his thumbs and teasing her as her lightly brushed against her throbbing nipples.

Tina looked up at Dan and their hazel eyes locked. The flicker of light from the fire danced on her glasses. The only sounds were their deep heavy breathing, their hearts thumping and the crackle of burning wood. Dan grabbed a tan afghan off of the couch and spread it in front of the fire. He dropped to his knees and gently pulled Tina down towards him. Her curvaceous body had him yearning to explore every inch.

He carefully guided her to the floor as the shadows from the candles danced on the walls. He tenderly kissed her lips and began sliding down her neck leaving a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders and then down her arms. He gently sucked on the tip of each and every finger.

Tina’s body was aching for Dan to bring his kisses down to her now soaking wet, swollen flower petals. She was slowly rubbing her hands all over his hairy body as he satisfied his curiosity and explored every inch of her. Dan worked his way back to her full breasts and began flicking his tongue teasingly on her tender nipples, back and forth from one to the other and rolling the opposite between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t believe she was already having her first orgasm.

Dan felt Tina’s body tense as she let out a purr and immediately began sliding his hands over her soft belly down around her curvy hips as he kissed her naval. He slowly traced his hands up and down the inside of her thighs teasing as he slid his fingers across lightly hairy bush. He could feel her wetness and had to explore it for himself. He put his hands between her legs and spread them wide open. Tina instantly lifted her ass up in the air putting her dripping cunt right under his tongue.

Dan excitedly dove right in flicking his tongue on her clit. His swollen cock throbbed harder as he got his first taste of her sweet juice. He quickly ran his tongue up and down from her clit to her ass slurping up every warm drop. Tina gasped and squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into escort gaziantep portalı her tight ass. She had never had that experience before and wanted more.

Dan slid three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy and started searching for her sweet spot. She moaned excitedly as he found the perfect spot and he could feel her contracting her muscles around his fingers. He was grunting with pleasure as he continued to devour her sweet juice. Tina’s body shook as she exploded into her second orgasm. She clamped her legs shut around his hands unable to allow him to touch her throbbing pink flower petals any longer.

Dan slid his hand out from between her legs. Tina sat up felling her creamy liquid pouring out of her pussy and sliding down towards her sweet round ass. She climbed up and straddled herself over Dan’s long body her heaving breasts brushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to harden again.

Dan’s cock was pulsing so hard now. She took the head of his shaft that was covered with pearly drops and rolled it against her hard nipples. She then bent down grasping his cock with both hands and squeezing more of his pre cum out as she flicked her tongue licking up every drop.

Tina had begun sliding her tongue up and down his shaft massaging his hairy balls with one hand and the other working on the base of his stiff rod. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her sweet pink lips tight around the head of his cock sliding it deep into her mouth sucking furiously as she massaged his manliness. Dan was squirming with pleasure and moaning rocking his ass up and down as he moved his big dick in and out of her mouth.

Tina’s body was on fire; she was ready to feel him deep inside of her cunt. She released his cock and reached up to kiss his sweet lips and pressed her full breasts against his bare skin. Their nipples rubbing together. Electric shocks were running through both of their bodies as she again spread her legs wide, straddled his body and pushed her warm, wet pussy down over his cock thrusting him deep inside of her tight hole. Dan was now able to finally feel the true depth of the sweet pussy that he had so hungrily explored with his fingers and tongue.

Tina rocked hard on top of Dan her clit screaming with excitement every time their bodies slammed together. Dan stretched his long arms out tightly grasping her ass to push himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy that she was squeezing tight around his cock. Tina’s breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. She let out a scream of pleasure just as Dan was letting out a deep moan. They exploded together. Cum dripping from her swollen cunt. She laid her head against his chest, beads of sweat from their bodies running together. She gently rubbed her body against his until his now soft cock slid from her body and their combined juices continued to run from her body down to her ass.

Dan and Tina both starry eyed kissed gently and intertwined their bodies collapsing in front of the glowing fire. They both fell asleep exhausted. Tina awoke the next morning and a feeling of warmth rushed though her as she felt Dan’s long arms still wrapped around her. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his deep steady breathing on her neck. She wiggled in a little closer and closed her eyes. Never wanting to leave this special place.

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Why would anyone buy a plastic frog sprinkler brand new, much less put it in a yard sale? I set the thing back in the box and stood up. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale, I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street, then at the house. No one had stopped here yet but me. There were just a few tables.

“Oh! Hello.”

I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.

“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman like this outside of an aerobics class was a rarity. And at a yard sale, of all places. She was decked out in white and blue sports wear. A white top with blue piping that matched her dark blue running shorts, with a simple sweater, and white socks and tennis shoes. In fact, she looked like she was ready to play tennis, her hair pinned back and framing a stunning face. She had the smallish breasts of an athlete, and I had to resist drinking in those curvy legs that her shorts complimented so well. Immediately my mind willed her to twirl in a circle so I could take it all in, but she did the next best thing and turned her back to me to empty the bags into some boxes on one of the tables.

Now that was a treat. Thank you.

Her running shorts were snugged up the crack of her ass and her legs were beautifully defined without a mark on them, the sweep of them drawing your eyes down to her calves. This is what passed for a house wife around here? I need to move.

I looked away before she finished, and indeed she turned back to me, wrapping her sweater around herself without zipping it, and crossing her arms. It was just a touch chilly, being a bit early in the day still.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Umm.” I looked back at the street. “Am I wrong, or is this a yard sale?”

She laughed, stopping close to me and looking out at the neighborhood.

“It will be in a few hours. I didn’t expect someone so early.”

She uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips, and looked around at the meager pickings.

“That’s why I’m not really set up yet.”

You know, a woman putting her hands on her hips is an erotic thing. It must harken back to earlier times, because it sends a subconscious signal to a man that this woman is openly presenting herself. The motion draws attention to her waist, and put her breasts on display, to say nothing of her flat tummy. Look at this, it says. Cocking your hip doesn’t help, either. That says to a man, what do you think? Plus, her sweater fell back open to once again show the curves of her high, tight tits and for a moment I squeezed my eyes shut behind my sunglasses, willing myself not to pop a boner right in front of her.

“I understand. I’m sorry, I can come back later.”

She made a dismissive gesture and smiled brightly, sparing me glance.

“Don’t be silly! You’re here now, you can look around if you like.”

I already was.

“I’m going to keep unpacking out here, but I know my husband has some tools in the back of the garage.” She hooked a cute little thumb in the air. “Probably more your speed?”

“Oh. Is he home?”

“No, he and my son left like, two minutes ago to go put up signs. That’s why I was surprised to see you. We’re kinda out of the way back here and people get the streets mixed up.”

“Just lucky I guess.” I smiled and she smiled back.

“Would you…help me move that table?”

I have to admit, I was a little crestfallen. An offer to give her a hand has two outcomes. She’s being inviting, or she’s being all business. In this case, it was business, and I got that vibe she intended to stay busy out here while I went and looked at those tools.

“Thanks!” she said, and turned away again. I didn’t want to walk away from her, but I strolled off, looking over what things there were and seeing nothing better than what my eyes had feasted on already. I sighed a little now. There really wasn’t much else to see. Kid clothes and toys, knick-knacks and assorted extra stuff that every house had. That meant I would have to leave all the sooner. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked into the cool, dry garage.

I was looking for some tools, though. I didn’t expect much, and for a moment I didn’t notice anything else as I checked out this nice drill which was piled up with other brick a brack on a card table in the back. To my surprise, I realized the card table next to this one held more than just a pile of baby clothes.

I lowered the drill in one hand and without thinking reached over and picked up a black lace pair of panties. The kind with a little cotton triangle for the crotch and the rest all delicate lace. I held them in a stupor, my thumb caressing that soft little bit of fabric that would so demurely try to cover the pussy while the rest of the panties escort gaziantep bayan haberleri just enhanced everything around it. Lace panties. One of the world’s greatest inventions.

I swallowed, my mouth a little dry and turned more fully to the table full of clothes. Was is it really possible? A woman like this was selling her panties? I could see from here there were all kinds of them mixed in among the other things. No way! How the Hell could I justify that? Buying panties? Walking over there to the sale table where her change box and lemonade sat and saying I’ll take these? Imagine that conversation.

Excuse me? Oh, your panties? Well, they come in handy out in the tool shed. How? Well, I jerk off about you and cum in them because you’re hot and it’s even better to imagine your pussy was right here. Where? This little spot right here. How many time was the crotch of these panties nestled up against your pussy all day? Say, do you mind if I stand here with them in my mouth and think about licking your slit? I’ll take this drill, too, and that pack of pencils.

I shook my head out of my daydream, reluctant to set them down, but before I could, she was suddenly in the garage and coming towards me.

“Did you find anything you like?” she asked, and in that moment, she caught sight of me holding her underwear.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, coming to a dead stop.

The blood soared to my face and I hefted the drill in one hand as if to explain myself.

“Um, yeah, I was just looking at this and saw…well…I mean…it’s just that…” I literally stammered at her.

To my surprise, when she flung her hands up to her face, it wasn’t from shock, it was from laughter. She came up to the card table then, her eyes sparkling, and laughed even harder as she started picking through the pile of scattered clothes.

“My son! He must have brought the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He’s only five. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for sale!” she laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor in the situation. I noticed she appeared not to be all that bothered by me still holding her panties, nor did she make any attempt to take them from me. I laughed a little, despite myself, my mouth still dry.

“You’re blushing!” she laughed again. “I am so sorry! I’ll have to get a basket and take these back inside.”

“Are they for sale?” I asked quickly before she could gather them off the table.

She gave me a scolding little look and actually reached over to give my arm a playful slap.

“Oh, don’t be silly!”

I had to stop her from gathering up her underwear and taking them in the house. I had to do something, even though I had no idea what. It just seemed like there was an opportunity here, although I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“I’m serious.” I said, and when she looked at me again, she could tell I was. It was written all over my face. This was that make or break moment. Before she could speak again, I rushed ahead.

“I’d take them. Every single pair.” I swallowed.

She paused just for the slightest moment, and even though I was taking a chance, I was hoping maybe now she could see the bulge in the front of my shorts. She wasn’t angry. She actually seemed to be mulling it over.

“Are you serious?” she finally said. “My underwear?” she laughed a little at the end, trying to make light of what was being said, but I wasn’t the only one suddenly blushing a little.

“Oh, yes. Considering where they have been.” I said in a husky voice, my thumb subconsciously caressing that little cotton triangle of the pair I still held. “How could I resist?”

She looked a little uncomfortable, and even glanced over her shoulder. Turning back, she took in how I was still holding her panties, my fingers caressing the fabric softly where her pussy would have been. She was visualizing it herself, or I was a fool. She glanced past that, to my obvious bulge. A little subdued, she then looked back down at the pile of clothes and picked through it halfheartedly, keeping her eyes down. The energy around us took a marked turn.

“Why?” she said in a low voice, not so perky now, and even little shaken. Her voice had changed it’s tone. “Why do you want them?”

“I just told you. I think it would be incredibly erotic.” I sighed, looking down and admiring the pair I held.

She was sifting through the pile and for a minute we studied her obviously extensive collection of sexy panties. She wasn’t just going through them idly. She was sorting them out, but arranging them in a way I could see the individual styles. All of them hinting at what they must look like on her. My cock strained at the crotch of my shorts. I ached. We looked at each other, but she quickly looked back down. Risking everything, I took the pair I held in my hand and raised them to my face, pressing them softly to my nose and breathing escort gaziantep hikayeleri in. She bit her lip, just watching me with wide, bright eyes.

“Why is that erotic? What would you do with them?” she asked quietly. I set the drill down and ran a hand back through my hair, lowering her underwear from my face.

“I would…I would masturbate with them. A lot. the idea…it’s intoxicating.”

She gave me a teasing smile.

“You’re not one of those perverts who would wear them, are you?”

I laughed a little.

“No, but seeing as how you are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on, I’m the kind of pervert that would make love to them. Every single pair. Feeling almost drunk with where they have been. The touch, the scent, the taste…” I trailed off and holding those lace panties with both hands now, smelled them again. All I could smell was the fresh scent of the laundry room, but we both knew better.

She looked down again, smoothing out a few small tank tops. She kept watching me me, fondling the one pair of her underwear, and also looking down at the bulge in my shorts.

“My bras, too?” she asked.

“Bras too.” I replied. “…it’s…it’s the intimacy. They’ve touched your body. Touched you.” I swallowed hard again. “…it would even be better to buy what you have on right now.”

She blushed a little harder and wouldn’t look at me, fussing with the clothes and making little piles.

“You really are horny for it, aren’t you?” she said mildly, with a small smile.

“I can’t help it. You’re too stunning. For that matter, can you blame me for wanting to jerk off about you the moment I leave here?”

She looked back and me and took a deep breath.

“No.” she said simply, even though I could tell she was excited for being told how hot she was and listening to me stand here and go on about it.

“Show me what you would do. Do it quick.” she said in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder again. We were partially hidden by some clothes on hangers and tucked in the back of the garage here, so it was easy for me to step around a little and out of sight of the street. Still holding her panties, I just reached down and worked my throbbing hard cock out of my shorts, exposing myself to her as she stood there watching.

I was light headed and my hands were shaking as I put my hand around my dick, wrapping her black panties around my length.

“Like this.” I panted, and started stroking myself in front of her. This was risky in the extreme. She could have screamed and ran inside and called the cops and all manner of things. Instead she stood there, her eyes glued to my cock and the naughtiness we were up to.

“You look real good.” she said.

“It’s for you. All for you.” I moaned a little, amazed at my own boldness as I my hand s[ed up, jerking my cock across the card table from her, with her panties. She pressed her thighs into the edge of the table, balancing herself on her manicured fingers, and watched my little show.

“You must think me some kind of a slut for letting you do this.” Another glance over her shoulder.

“I think…I think you’re amazing!” I was into it now, gasping a bit and breathing hard. My fist hummed, the friction of the fabric heating me faster than I would have liked. She kept right on watching, just biting one nail and looking over her shoulder from time to time. She turned back, reaching one hand up and brushing her open sweater aside, to close it around her left breast.

“I’m so wet watching this.” she sighed, hunching her shoulders into the pleasure she was feeling from her own hand. She was pressing her thighs together and gripping her breast hard, her other nipple stretching into an incredible hard point through her tank top. Feeling this, she grabbed her other breast with her free hand as well, and we stood there like that together, watching each other, me stroking my cock with her panties, and her fondling her perky tits with both hands and playing with her nipples with two fingers through the fabric.

“Your pussy is perfect. I know it is.” I groaned.

“Won’t it hurt doing it like this?” she inclined her head a little at my hand, her eyes heavy and her face flushing a little. She was tweaking and rolling her nipples the whole time, and she was even pirouetting her one foot back and forth on the toe of her shoe, staring at my engorged dick wrapped up in her underwear. We were running away the moment and didn’t even care.

“I…I don’t care.” I announced, going hard at myself. You could even hear the scuff of the fabric, in time with our heavy breathing.

“Am I really that hot?” she sighed. All I could do was nod. Then she reached across the table to touch me. The table itself wasn’t very sturdy, and she couldn’t exactly fit me in her fist like this, but she was touching my cock, right on my tip, and that was all that mattered. Her warm fingers were sending lightning through escort gaziantep bayan ilanları my body as she dragged her pretty nails up and down and around my cock, so I just groaned and let her work me as best she could. I held myself still for her, with her panties still wrapped around my shaft in my fist.

She played with me and played with her breasts, and as I looked up at her, and she at me, with her free hand, she pulled her white tank top to the side, showing me her bare tit. She had perfect, erect little nipples surrounded by a slightly darker, cream colored areola that didn’t dominate her breast, but demurely enhanced the perky athletic appeal of them.

“I want to eat your pussy.” I groaned at her, shuddering with electricity from where I stood.

“We can’t. I can’t.” she said, her fingernails still grazing and playing with my cock head.

She had put her one foot back down flat, with her legs straight, and she was actually grinding the corner of the card table into her crotch, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard herself, locked in place, teasing my tip, her breast exposed. I was humping my hips at her now. She had more or less made a little cone with her fingertips and it was in this way I thrust my cock into her hand as she held it there for me. I wanted her fist, but this was surprisingly hot, too. My tip was striking her palm and I could feel how I left wet streaks of precum across her fingers.

“What would to do to my pussy?” she asked suddenly.

“I want to lick it. I want to taste it. Everything.” I breathed out, gently daring to take hold of her wrist. I had to steady myself. I didn’t dare let go of the card table. My legs felt like jelly. “I would sit you on my face and just lick your for hours.”

“And my ass?” she teased.

“Everything. Anything!” I repeated.

“Oh God, that’s so naughty.” her voice had a little catch to it. She was all but leaning on the corner of this shaky little table now with me steadying myself with it, and so did we hold each other upright as we grew hotter and hotter, masturbating ourselves in front of each other.

“Yes, your sweet ass.” I groaned, panting a little and my heart hammering.

“I love how you want to lick it. So hot. You want to eat my ass.” she declared, purring, licking her lips. “Just think of that. My naughty little asshole.”

I started to spurt directly into her hand, without warning. Taken by surprise, I gasped and looked down, amazed at how erotic those perfect fingers looked as she held them closed around the end of my spasming dick. I looked up at her, shuddering, spasming, with my cum already running through her fingers and dripping onto the table. Together, we watched me finish my orgasm, her creamy fingertips just grazing the edges of my steaming tip a I spasmed one last time towards her. I pulled back slightly, a little dazed, and she slowly straightened up with a shiver, sliding her tank top back into place and covering herself, lifting her crotch off the corner of the table.

With that ever present look over her shoulder, she then picked up another pair of panties, this time pink, and wiped off her hand. Then she wiped off the table. It was an awkward moment and we looked at each other rather embarrassed.

“Sorry.” I said.

“Don’t be.” she smiled.

I thought maybe now this is where things went bad, but her face betrayed nothing but a glowing excitement that was slowly cooling down. I felt myself relax as we came back down to Earth and tucked myself back into my shorts.

“That was fucking amazing.” I gulped and she smiled again, glancing at me with a mischievous little grin. I ran my free hand over my face and took a deep breath.

“I just want you to know it has to end here, all right?” she said, her smile fading. Her face held no argument and I just nodded in agreement.

“I’ve never been more sorry to leave a yard sale, though.” I said and she laughed.

“Well, let’s see if we can do something about that.”

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

I walked down the driveway on quivering legs, all thoughts of the rest of the day forgotten and more than a little stunned. Behind me, she made small talk as I walked off, standing at the end of the garage as if nothing had happened. Probably for the benefit of any neighbors lurking around. In my bag, I now had what must be over a dozen pairs of panties that at one time had been wrapped around this incredible woman’s body. Snugged up to her pussy and ass. All day, in any way. Too bad they were all clean.

As for the pair I had stroked with and the pink pair she had used to wipe up my cum, she stood there again with her hands on her hips, holding them both in one fist. Later, when I would jerk off about her again and again, I would wonder if she did anything naughty with them. Did it excite her? Having my cum in hand? Did she dare lick it a little from the crotch of her own underwear? I like to think she did. If her earlier dirty talk had been any indicator, she had a wild side. A kinky one for sure. Don’t they all? All sunshine and giggles during the day, and wild fuck bunnies at night. I didn’t even know her name.

I reached my car, and sure enough, some old man came tottering out of his house, headed for his mail box and newspaper. I sighed, deciding then and there that somehow I had to come back here at a better time and find out.

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DISCLAIMER:

This is my first time at writing a story like this and although some of what you read will be fiction, some of what happens in this story actually happened. Names have been changed.

*****

PROLOGUE

“Penny, it’s time you started to get out on your own again and move on with your life.”

The words were spoken by my best friend, Mandy. It had been a couple of years since Glenn, my husband of twenty-five years, had unexpectedly passed on and the wound had not yet healed. I missed him terribly every day and in the beginning the pain of the loss was disabling. I didn’t leave my house for a month after the funeral. I felt that I couldn’t face anyone. I would spend days in my dressing gown, either in bed or on the couch. Mandy was a trooper. If it hadn’t have been for her, dropping by, spending time with me, sleeping over night in the spare room and feeding me, I may have just curled up and joined Glenn in the “Great Beyond”.

I knew Mandy wasn’t being malicious or insensitive with her words, she had a point.

She had accompanied me to certain work and family events where the invitation allowed me to bring a friend or relative. She gave me the moral support that I needed. Men had invited me out on dates, but they were only the types that I would see as friends. It was time for me to attempt life on my own.

“I’ve booked us on a cruise in the Mediterranean,” she said. “No need to thank or repay me, it’s my treat as it’s also your sixtieth birthday.”

I was speechless.

“I’ve also invited Linda and Irene.”

Linda was her daughter, who even at the age of twenty-two, Mandy treated her as a princess and spoiled her rotten. Irene was another close friend and my former boss.

“We’re going to have some have adventures,” Mandy said, with a wink in her eye.

DAY 1.

We arrived at Rome airport and Mandy had organised a limousine to take us to the port, which was only a 40 minute drive.

The original plan was to spend the night in a hotel in Rome, but as the airline cancelled our flight and re-booked us on a later one, that plan went out the window.

After we had checked in our luggage at the port, we checked ourselves in and after signing all the necessary paperwork, we collected our stateroom keys and made our way to the ship.

Something I must tell you about Mandy is that technically she is still married to Linda’s father, Jim. She moved out of the family home about a two months before she booked us on the cruise and moved in with a guy called Ben, who lived further down the street. According to her, Jim wasn’t satisfying her needs. If you read between the lines, she wasn’t getting as much sex as she wanted. Jim was a hard working man. He needed to be to keep up with both Mandy’s and Linda’s expensive tastes and demands. It was hardly surprising that when he came home from work, he didn’t have the energy to give Mandy the attention she craved. But that didn’t excuse her from what she did. But I suspected that while on this cruise, she had a hidden agenda.

Mandy was sharing with Linda and I with Irene, which was fine as Irene was a really easy going and a “no stress” type of woman.

Our stateroom came complete with a balcony and two single beds, which apparently could be moved together to make a large double bed, if required. Our bathroom was spacious and had a nice shower in it.

Mandy and Linda lived in a similar stateroom, one deck above us.

Our cabin phone rang and it was Mandy informing us that lunch was waiting in the buffet restaurant. So we agreed to meet there after unpacking.

Later that day, we wandered around the ship and ended up in the piano bar.

“Oooo!” exclaimed Mandy. “I wonder who the entertainer is.”

Linda replied, “With any luck Mum, it’ll be a woman.”

Her words tinged a little irritation at her Mum’s transparency.

Mandy stuck her tongue out at her daughter and in an infantile voice replied,

“You’re just jealous because I’ve still got it at my age and you’re still looking for it!”

Linda scowled at her Mum. I knew that she still hadn’t forgiven her for walking out on her Dad and I could sense the conversation was heading for an argument. Irene had already left the bar in search of the library. I decided to follow her. I did not want to mediate another “Mother-Daughter Argument”.

Sometimes it was like living in a reality TV show.

We agreed to meet outside the main restaurant at seven thirty p.m. as our table was booked for seven forty-five.

I was dressed in knee length skirt and chiffon top. Irene dressed in a conservative white sweater and matching pants. Linda wore a figure hugging cotton dress that finished just below her bottom and kept riding up, occasionally displaying the thong she was wearing. Mandy was furious with her, calling her “cheap” and “dressing like a prostitute.” While I thought Mandy could have toned down her language, I quietly agreed that Linda should have dressed a little more appropriately for dinner.

However, Mandy’s dress code escort gaziantep bayan sitesi wasn’t much better. She was dressed was a knee length, knitted dress a which was just a little too see-through for my liking. It was easy to make out her bra and panties beneath.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence, except for the moments when both Linda and Mandy were trying their hardest to gain more than the usual amount of attention from our waiter. The poor man was embarrassed beyond belief and I really felt for him.

Mercifully, Linda didn’t join us after dinner. Complaining of a headache, she said she would get an early night.

“That’s a lie,” said Mandy, as we headed into the piano bar.

“She’ll head for the night club. But I couldn’t care less. I’m beginning to question why I even brought her on this…Hello!”

The surprise in her voice prompted me to look away from her and in the direction she was looking. I caught my breath as I saw, seated behind the piano, the most beautiful looking man I had seen in a long time. He was tanned and his “salt and pepper” hair accentuated that. When he looked over in our direction, he smiled and greeted us with, “Hi there ladies. Come on in and enjoy the show!”

He looked straight at me and smiled. I felt like I had been shot in the chest and my legs went to jelly.

Mandy was all smiles.

“Hubba hubba! He’s all mine,” she announced.

We found a table and all three of us sat down and ordered drinks from the waiter.

The room was buzzing and everyone was enjoying the show. The piano player introduced himself as Adam. He told bad jokes that seemed to raise a laugh or two, but when he sang, he melted my heart. His voice was crystal clear and in tune.

He played songs that we knew and could sing too and songs that we didn’t know but were great all the same. His love songs tugged at your heart-strings and his rock n roll songs made you tap your feet and clap your hands.

For reasons I am not clear about, the three of us suddenly uprooted and replanted ourselves around the piano. I now had a clearer view of this beautiful looking man. His smile took my breath away and I felt something that I hadn’t felt since Glenn had passed. My heart raced a little. I felt giddy, like a schoolgirl on prom night.

Mandy was trying her best to get his attention, but he seemed to focus on me.

I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just trying to ignore Mandy.

All too soon the night was over and we had to go to our staterooms.

Mandy was bragging about how she was slowly reeling him in, like a Blue Marlin. I had a feeling her line was going to wind up empty.

As we got ready for bed, Irene said,

“The piano man was a nice looking young man.”

I smiled. Everyone was young compared to her. I said that I had put him in his late 40’s or possible early 50’s.

“A nice toy boy for you,” she replied, with a mischievous wink.

“I think Mandy’s got plans for him,” I replied.

Picking up her soap bag and towel, she touched me on the arm and said,

“But she wasn’t the one he was looking at.”

Day 2.

Mandy was late for breakfast and arrived alone, without Linda.

“I am so pissed at her,” she said, as she sat down at the table in the buffet restaurant.

It was early as we had an excursion booked, leaving just enough time for a doughnut and coffee.

“What’s happened?” asked Irene.

“Well I was right about her not going to bed straightaway. She went to the night club, had a few drinks and found herself a guy. When I opened the cabin door, I found her naked, riding the him like a Kentucky Derby winner. In my bed!”

I looked away, trying to camouflage the smile that threatened to break across my face.

“I’ve never seen a guy get up, dress and get out a place so fast in all my life,” she continued.

“He was red with embarrassment and she was red with fury because I had interrupted her orgasm. I tell you, I am on the verge of sending her home from the next port we come to.”

Normally Irene would never get involved with anything of this nature, so it surprised me when she asked,

“Why didn’t they go back to his cabin?”

“Oh that’s the best part,” replied Mandy. “His wife was asleep in his cabin.”

I couldn’t tell if Mandy was angry because she had caught Linda in her bed with a man, or that Linda had succeeded when Mandy had failed. I rather thought that Mandy could see herself in her daughter and it scared her. Having said that, if push came to shove, Mandy would have done the exact same thing and not thought twice about it.

The excursion around Messina, Sicily, was long, but interesting. But my mind kept wandering to the night before and Adam, the beautiful piano player. He had been impeccably dressed in a sports jacket, black trousers and a short sleeved dark blue shirt. Every now and then, I would catch him looking across the piano, directly at me. Those eyes. You could lose yourself in those dark escort gaziantep bayan forum brown eyes. His voice was as smooth as silk and so clear you could hear every word he sang.

I really hoped we could go there again that night.

Excursion over, we were back on the ship and ready for departure. It had been a long day and knowing that I would need some energy to get through the night, I went to the cabin and took a nap until it was time for dinner.

It was just the three of us again for dinner. Relations between Mandy and her daughter had come to a head and Linda said she would enjoy the rest of the cruise alone. Unfortunately, she couldn’t move to another cabin, but Linda told her mother that she wouldn’t be joining us for meals, shows or excursions. She told Mandy that if she found herself a single man, with his own cabin, she would hesitate to move in with him, if he wanted her too. But if that failed, she would make sure she was in bed before her mother, so that she didn’t have to talk to her.

“That kinda screws things up plans for you then, doesn’t it?” asked Irene. I mean with Linda in the cabin before you, you could hardly take a man back there could you.” Mandy just scowled at Irene, who apologised, half laughing.

If you ask me, the whole business between Linda and Mandy was quite juvenile. Mandy had a nice husband, who would have laid his life down for her. Yet she chose to leave him for someone who drank heavily, disliked Linda and was only interested in watching sports. Mandy told me once that he had quite a long cock and a pair of balls that a bull would have been proud of. Linda didn’t like Ben, because he would try to catch a look at her as went in or out of the shower. She thought of him as creepy. Mandy turned a blind eye to Linda’s accusations.

I guess you could say that Mandy was now between a rock and hard place and was looking for yet another way out. This cruise, which was supposed to be for my benefit, was beginning to look more like a Mother and Daughter cat fight.

Mandy didn’t join us in the piano bar that evening. She said something about having to sort out getting money back for the excursions that Linda wasn’t going on. So Irene and I took seats at the side of the piano and Adam welcomed us like old friends.

He played some songs that he had played the night before. But he also played new ones. There was a song he played that almost had me in bits. It was a song called “On A Bus To St. Cloud”. The words of the song speak of a break up, just before things start to get interesting. But the words can also be taken ambiguously too. They could also be interpreted as be about a person who has lost someone to death. I had to leave the bar and gather myself together. I saw Adam’s face as I left.

He looked worried.

I mouthed, “Sorry,” and walked quickly out, aware that a lot of eyes were on me.

Irene, aware of what was happening, walked with me back to the cabin.

As I sat on the end of my bed, with Irene’s arms around me for comfort, I blubbered,

“Shit! Why did he have to play that song?”

Irene tightened her grip around my shoulders and said, comfortingly,

“He doesn’t know about you. He was just playing a song.”

“I know,” I replied through painful tears. “But he was looking right at me the whole time.”

“Maybe he likes you,” she replied. “You never know.”

Day 3.

We were at sea all day, so we three ladies decided to treat ourselves. We booked spa treatments and then spent the rest of the day sunbathing. Mandy had another argument with Linda, after Mandy had not only cancelled all of Linda’s excursions with us, but had stopped Linda from putting purchases on her credit card, forcing Linda to use her own card and money. I thought that was a little harsh and told Mandy, but she replied that it was about time that Linda took responsibilities for her actions.

As Linda and Mandy left the poolside to argue in private, Irene gave me a gentle dig in my ribs and nodded her to one side. Walking towards us, carrying a soft drink can, was Adam. I don’t think that he had seen us because he almost walked passed when Irene called out to him.

He turned and smiled, greeting us with, “Ladies! How are you today?”

I found myself blushing as I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and his smile faded to a look of concern.

“Did I do something to upset you, last night?” he asked.

“Would you like to sit down?” asked Irene. “Here you can use my sun-bed. I need the bathroom.”

He thanked Irene and sat next to me.

My heart was in my throat as he asked once again, what the matter was. So as hard as it was for me to explain, I told him the whole story about Glenn’s passing. His look was one of genuine concern and he apologised profusely. I told him that it was okay as he wasn’t to know.

The evening couldn’t come fast enough. I was so looking forward to seeing Adam’s show.

Irene was tired after all the sun and so went to bed early.

Mandy escort bayan gaziantep met me in the bar and we sat at the piano.

Adam was on good form. He used his music to lift the mood, bring it down. He could break your heart with love songs and made you laugh when he changed the words to other songs.

At one point he played a song called, “I Wanna Do It With You” and was looking straight at me while he sang. Mandy leaned over to me, while he was singing and whispered,

“I’d love to do it with him.”

I was actually annoyed at what she said, but didn’t show it. I was beginning to feel as though Adam was my own personal entertainer and she had to keep her hands off of him.

I went to sleep that night thinking about him, even though I hadn’t really spoken to him, apart from the conversation by the pool, earlier. I had no real idea of who he was, or anything about him.

Still, that didn’t stop me dreaming that we were on a deserted shore and he was playing a white grand piano, dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and slacks. The waves broke around his ankles as he played and sang and I sat on a stool in front of him. Like a scene from a movie, he got up from the piano and walked over to me. He picked me up off the stool and carried me to the shore line, He laid me on the damp sand and knelt over me. I could see the passion in his eyes. I could make out a rapidly growing lump in his white slacks. As I reached up to feel the lump, he lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist, revealing a pair of tiny white panties. I felt him caress my pussy through the thin material and it sent tiny shock waves throughout my body.

As I tried to open the buttons on his fly, he pressed his index finger against my clitoris and I exploded in an orgasm which seemed to rip through my body as a large wave crashed against the rocks.

I sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide open…

DAY 4.

We were on our way in a bus around the greek island of Mykonos.

We visited churches and tiny fishing villages and ended the tour at a Greek cookie factory. It was all very nice, but my mind was elsewhere and Irene had noticed.

“You’ve been very quiet,” she said as we perused yet another postcard stand, in yet another gift shop.

“Just had stuff on my mind,” I replied.

“Glenn?”

I thought, should I lie or take her into my confidence?

“Promise you won’t tell a soul, especially Mandy, if I tell you?”

Irene nodded silently.

“It’s Adam,” I began.

“The piano player?” she asked.

I nodded. “I dreamed about him last night. An erotic dream. Irene, I’ve never had an erotic dream before, in my life.”

“Did you…you know…in your dream?” she asked, clearly not sure how to put the question.

“No,” I replied. “I woke up as he was giving me an orgasm!”

Irene smiled, slyly. “It wasn’t all bad then.” She dug her elbow, playfully into my ribs.

“For some reason, I can’t get him out of my mind,” I said.

She just looked at me, wide eyed, expecting me to say more.

“I know it’s stupid,” I continued. “We’re on holiday, he works on board and probably can’t even talk to me beyond working in the bar. When we leave the ship, I won’t ever see him again. But still he has had this affect on me.”

“It’s perfectly natural, Penny,” she replied.

“A man is paying you some attention for the first time in a long while. Your brain is just trying to it work it out. That’s why you had the dream. I shouldn’t worry about it.”

She was right, of course. But I still had butterflies in my stomach.

“For goodness sake, don’t tell Mandy. She thinks he has the hots for her. She’d blow her top if she thinks I’m competition.”

That night we all had dinner, but Irene had was very tired and retired to bed.

Mandy and I went to the bar to watch Adam perform.

He was as ever, in good voice and on form performing.

Mandy kept wriggling on her stool.

“What’s the matter with you? I asked, irritated.

“His voice just turns me on. I am damp,” she said with a sly smile.

Adam played three sets a night and Mandy wriggled through two of them. As he announced his break, she turned to me and said,

“I’m off to bed. I need to take care of this damp feeling.”

I walked her to the bar entrance, gave her hug and then went to the ladies room.

When I came back, I didn’t feel like sitting all by myself at the piano, so I sat at a table. Next to me, at another table, were a foreign couple, speaking in their own language and looking at me. The next thing I knew, the husband was standing next to me and asked if he and his wife could join me. They told me their names were Ole and Kari and that they came from Norway. They were a delightful couple and we had a nice conversation, while Adam tinkled and sang in the background.

As it was nearing the end of Adam’s performance, Ole and Kari said goodnight to me, gave me a hug and left me alone with Adam.

He announced that he was going to play his final song and informed everyone in the bar that the nightclub was open til late and that he would return at nine pm the following night. Then he started to sing “Easy” by The Commodores and moved seamlessly into “Three Times A Lady”. I’m afraid I was suddenly overwhelmed with memories of Glenn as it was his favourite song. I didn’t even look at Adam as I got up to leave and I hurried back to my stateroom.

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Basketball season began, and my free time dissipated like morning fog. I worked on my computer, I ran practices and I worked out to stay in shape.

I told myself that I was exercising so that I would be able to show the girls new drills without getting winded. But I was also hitting the free weights. After getting out of the shower one night, I found myself checking the mirror, hoping to see some muscle definition.

Was I working out to impress a younger woman?

Maybe, but we’d hardly seen enough other since the birthday party and certainly hadn’t had any heart-to-heart talks, or physical contact either.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing. She had this curiosity about me that she needed to satisfy, and now that she’d scratched that itch, she moving on someone more her age?

Maybe I was a letdown. Maybe she had some big fantasy about an older man, and I didn’t live up to it, and now she doesn’t want anything to do with me.

In the meantime, Heather was turning out to be a great assistant coach. Rather than focus on big things like running plays, devising a game plan and strategies, Heather had a real knack for the little things. She could see when a girl wasn’t cutting right off a screen, wasn’t getting her feet squared on a shot. She made little tweaks that were starting to pay off.

Lori and Kim were developing into real threats from long range. Autumn and Crystal weren’t going to scare teams from the three-point line, but they were both getting much better at foul shots.

I started spending more time down in the low post guarding Paige and Carrie.

The old coach used to have Paige trying to guard Carrie because she was the only one who could even come close to Carrie’s size. Still, at 5-foot-8, she was giving up 5 inches to the center.

I was almost the same height as Carrie and wider. She couldn’t just shoot over me or bull her way through me. I worked with her on developing some feints and moves. She was starting to develop some of her raw potential.

Our point guard Tessa didn’t really need much coaching. She proved to be very heady, our own coach on the floor. Mostly with her, it was about becoming even scrappier than she already was. Her petite size didn’t matter with the kind of effort she showed in games.

One day in the locker room before a game, I told the team, “There is no written bayan escort test you can take, no electronic sensors that can be hooked up to your body to tell the most important fact of all: how much you want to win. All the talent in the world is no good without desire.

“When I look around this room, what I see is nice talent, but even better, I see heart. You keep this up, and we’ll not only qualify for the playoffs, but make some noise in the conference tournament.”

Out on the floor, I gazed over the crowd. Since Paige’s birthday party, Ricky had become a fixture at all the games and had been to the house a couple of times like an old-fashioned courtship.

I tracked the faces, finding myself looking for Ricky because I knew that Paige would be looking, too.

To my surprise, Ricky was sitting with a very attractive young woman. And to my further surprise, it was Randi. When the recognition clicked in my brain, she smiled and gave me a wave. I’m sure a big, dopey expression crossed my face just then.

Randi hadn’t been coming to the games — maybe she was avoiding me, or maybe she was working too much to get time off. I didn’t care why at that moment — I was just happy to see her.

I knew going into this game that we were taking on the top team in the conference. This school was a private prep academy and had lots of private money feeding the program.

I had to get a commercial drivers license to handle the old school bus we used for away games. It was a bus so old that it had been retired from the daily transport of kids to and from school, but was supposed to be okay for us driving 30-40 miles to play ball (I kept waiting for it to break down on us).

The prep school had a fancy new bus that looked like it could say Greyhound down the side.

The prep girls even had matching backpacks with the school logo on them.

But fancy backpacks, buses and warm-up suits don’t win ball games, so I thought we had a good chance of winning.

The first quarter did its best to prove me wrong.

My girls came out a little timid and made some mental errors, looking very unsure. We were down seven by the end of the first period.

My pep talk didn’t do much good as we continued to fall further behind, trailing by 11 when the halftime buzzer sounded.

I looked up at escort bayan the stands on the way to the locker room. Some of our fans looked stunned, others appeared to have given up hope already. I could feel my forehead tensing up — I hated to see people quitting on us.

Then I saw Randi.

She was clapping, and when our eyes met, she yelled out, “Hey! We got this!”

That made me smile. As I was passing by some guys from the football team, I called out, “Get your heads up, boys. This ain’t over.”

The players immediately started hollering out to the girls and clapping their hands. It was just the kind of emotional boost the team needed going into the break.

My first move was to step into the coach’s office with Heather. We chatted for a moment about what we’d seen on the court, then I walked into the locker room.

“Alright, Dean Smith used to say that the best thing about freshmen is that they become sophomores. That was his way of saying that you make a lot of mistakes before you figure how to be productive.

“From that first half, I’d say we figured out all kinds of ways NOT to be productive, so let’s try something else.

“They’ve had us on the defensive too often, so let’s turn the tables. Let’s go with our 1-3-1 halfcourt trap off made baskets. Tessa is out front; she’ll funnel the dribbler toward the sidelines where Autumn and Lori will cut her off. Paige is in the middle, playing center field on any long passes, and Carrie is back protecting the rim.”

I could tell from the subdued expressions that they weren’t sold on the idea.

“Look, we’ve gotten some good looks that just haven’t gone in. Sometimes all you need is to take the lid off the basket.

“I guarantee you: we run these traps aggressively, we’ll force them into mistakes. Then we grab those turnovers and run up the floor for some easy baskets. After that, the rim will seem twice as big when you shoot.”

After a couple more comments from me, my assistant came forward to pump the girls up before we went back out.

Some of the fans cheered when the team came out, but not enough for my taste, so I swung by the student section and held out my hand as I jogged past. The guys began high-fiving me one after another, getting them more wound up as I went. When the girls went through their layup bayan escort gaziantep drills, I could see a little more bounce in their steps.

I felt like one more nudge might be needed, and I felt like saying something to my daughter. But my gut told me that wasn’t the right girl. Just before the second half started, I pulled Tessa aside for a quick word.

“Tessa, some of these girls are playing scared. I’ve never seen you scared of anyone. Go out there and lead by example. Show these pampered private-school brats what an old-fashioned butt-kicking feels like.”

My point guard, who always had such a determined expression during games, broke into a grin.

“Sure thing, Coach.”

Then she did it. She simply went out there and willed her teammates to follow her example.

Tessa hustled all over the floor. The smallest player harassed dribblers with her most tenacious defense. One time a player saw Tessa running at her and promptly let the ball bounce off the side of her shoe and out of bounds. Another girl got so scared she would lose the ball that she picked it up before she could stop her momentum and was called for traveling.

And her energy became contagious.

When I subbed in Kim and Crystal, Lori stopped in front of me on the way to the bench.

“You were right, Coach. That rim looks like a hula hoop right now.”

“Well then don’t take too long catching your breath. I’m sending you right back in there.”

The 11-point deficit shrunk to four by the end of the third quarter. Then we took the lead just a couple of minutes into the fourth.

The prep school girls were starting to argue and point fingers after every mistake.

“You were supposed to break to the left,” one fussed after her pass went into the stands.

“Who’s girl is that?” demanded a defender after Kim got free for a three-pointer.

Once we got the lead, some of the girls might have slacked off, but not with Tessa around. She kept her throttle wide open the rest of the way, and we won by eight points.

The crowd went nuts at the final buzzer, and I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

In the stands, the students were jumping up and down, so it was hard to spot Randi, but when I finally saw her, she was pumping her arms in the air. When her eyes found mine, I hoped she would blow me a kiss.

That was ridiculous. Such an open show of affection would surely be spotted by someone, and I would be raked over the coals about my potential relationship with a student — albeit a legal adult.

She didn’t send me any kiss, but there did seem to be some gravity in our locked eyes, and I felt warm and gooey inside.

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Right on cue at eleven fifty, Nikki’s phone rings. Her partner in crime asking “are you ready for lunch?” This way they both have time to finish what they were working on and meet at the elevators for the lunch hour. Nikki laughs, then answers her phone because she “knows who it is and is ready.” She answers the phone smiling “Palm Beach Financial, Nikki speaking, how may I help you?”

“Are you ready for lunch?” her best friend and partner in crime asks.

“Yes,” I’m ready, I will meet you at the elevators in ten minutes,” Nikki said before hanging up the phone. This way both girls clean up their desk, then meet at the elevators right at twelve o’clock so they can head down to the café on the first floor for lunch together. Who could ask for anything more than to work with your best friend?

Walking into the cafe on the first floor, they grabbed their lunch and then look for an empty table. For some reason, it took a little longer than normal. Most likely due to the upcoming Christmas party being held The Breakers and formal attire required this year. The Women were wearing Long gowns and men in black tie tuxes. Everyone is talking about “if they are going, what are they wearing, what big clients or famous people were going to show this year.

As the “top financial agency” in Palm Beach, Florida, their clients are some of the top business names around and a few famous people. There is “always” some big names that show up for the Christmas party that only seems to show up “once a year” for the party. Palm Beach is “always” a popular place during the holidays. The warm weather in South Florida normal temperatures are a mild eighty-five degree, and for the beach-goers, the water is about seventy-eight degrees, “perfect bath water.”

“Please tell me you are going to show up to the Christmas party on Saturday?” You “always” seem to find a way to get out of “not going” to these things Amy said

I “don’t know. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear that is formal for this year’s party. This isn’t just a nice dinner party kind of dress.” I know I do well off here, but I don’t have the extra money to buy a dress that I will probably never wear again.” I just had to give my parents money for a new roof. It took all I had in savings. It seems like anytime I “get ahead” someone in my family calls asking for money.

“Why?” do you give them the money. “You are not their banker.” Besides, has “anyone ever paid you back?” a penny of what they have borrowed?” Amy said.

“No,’ but how do you expect your parents to pay back what they borrowed? I mean they struggled to put me through college, the least I could do is give them the money when they ask for it Nikki said between bites.

“OK,” I get it, you “don’t expect your parents to pay them back the money, but what about the rest of your family? You are not required to give your siblings or anyone else in your family any money.” Look at it this way Amy says, if you don’t have the money to lose because they aren’t going to pay you back, then you shouldn’t give it to them. When my family calls asking for money, If I can’t afford to get the money back, then I tell them no. Yes, it will make them mad at me, but I “don’t care.”

I mean if there is nothing “medically wrong or life and death” that they need money, then “don’t” give it to them. They can work hard and “save up” just as “you do.” You don’t “owe” them anything. Really, you “don’t owe” your parents anything either, but I “do understand why” you give your parents money.

Well, “if” I can find a gown “reasonably priced,” then yes I will go to the party, but “if not” then I won’t be going,” Nikki said.

Fine, “what time do you want me to pick you up?” in the morning to go dress shopping Amy asked.

Nikki sighed and said how about nine o’clock. We can stop and get coffee “before” we start the

the agony of dress shopping.”

Next thing they know someone slid into the chair next to Amy. They both looked over to see their co-worker Jason sitting there with a smile on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” Nikki asked.

Well, are you going to the party tomorrow night?” he asked them. Jason had the “biggest crush” on Amy, but she either “didn’t care or didn’t know” that he liked her. She “always” just shrugged it off when someone said something to her about it. It might be the fact they work together and sometimes that is a “hard-line” to cross.

“None the less,” Amy just smiled at him and said “yes I am” while looking at Nikki.

What about you Nikki? “Are you are going too?” he asked.

I don’t know” I “don’t have” a dress. I was telling Amy I “might not” go, but she’s “determined” to get me to go,” Nikki said.

“Well, I think you “should go. It will be fun.” I heard “Ryan Jones would be there,” he said. He knew that Nikki “had the hots for the man” and maybe that would help “change her mind.”

Oh, that’s “nice,” she said trying not to smile, but again, “if I can’t find a dress at a reasonable price, then I won’t be going,” she said.

Amy spoke escort gaziantep bayan up and said they were meeting in the morning to go dress shopping.

Jason smiled at Amy and said, “that’s nice, but I think I can help with this problem. My sister Denise owns The Gala in Palm Beach. I’ll call her and tell her to hook you up.” Let me call her right now, then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started dialing.

Hey, how’s it going, “I need a favor?” he said to his sister smiling. Remember when I told you our Christmas party this year is at “The Breakers and its formal attire,” Well, I have a “good friend” I work with that “needs a dress last-minute.” If she came by the shop tomorrow morning, could you “hook her up?” I mean give her the “full treatment,” he said. “Yes, I mean everything.” “Thanks,” he said, hung up, and slid his phone back in his pocket.

The girls just looked at each other “in shock” that he just did that for Nikki.

“Your all set,” he said smiling. “Do you know where The Gala is?” he asked?

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

OK, then be there at nine-thirty tomorrow morning and my sister Denise will “take care of you” with “everything you will need” for the party. Jason then stood up and walked away. As he was leaving, he said I would see you “both” tomorrow night.

“Oh my god, what just happened?” I mean I know he has “a thing for you,” but why is he going “out of his way to help me?” Nikki asked

He’s just Jason is “just that type of guy.” So, I will be at your place at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. Make sure you “get some rest” tonight because we are going to take full “advantage of shopping at The Gala,” Amy said as she stood up to empty her tray.

Hopefully, she has a “sales rack, because I can’t afford a high-priced dress just to wear for one night,” Nikki said standing up too.

Look, you “heard him tell his sister to take care of you,” so I’m sure she will “give you a good deal.” I still need something nice to wear under my dress and shoes. So get ready to “shop till we drop” tomorrow Amy said laughing.

So we shop all day, and then I’m “dog tired” for the party. “Great, just great,” Nikki said laughing.

They both rode the elevator back up to their floor, then went their separate ways.

Nikki didn’t hear anything else from Amy until the next morning. Right at nine o’clock, there was a knock at her door. When she opened it, there stood Amy with two cups of coffees in her hand.

Nikki grabbed her keys, phone, and purse locking her door behind her.

I hope she gives me an “excellent deal, remember I don’t have a lot to spend” on this party Nikki reminded her friend.

“Relax and have fun.” When will you get to try on dresses like this” her friend said as she drove across the bridge into Palm Beach? “How often does this get to happen?” Amy asked.

When they pulled in front of “The Gala,” it was nine twenty-five. After getting out of the car and went to the door, Jason’s sister Denise was unlocking the door to let them in the right at nine-thirty.

“Good morning ladies, “you must be Nikki and Amy” that Jason told me about?” My name is Denise, and I will take “special care of you” today. “Please follow me,” she said as she had already turned around and was walking away.

“Oh Nikki, look at how beautiful these dresses are. I know we will find something for you here” Amy said as they stopped walking when Denis stopped walking.

Ok, “which one of you is Nikki?” Denise asked.

Nikki raised her hand saying “I am.”

Ok, Denise said as she stood there looking at her as she walked around her in a circle. “Well, you look you are a size nine, what five in half feet tall, and about forty-eight DD?” she asked.

Nikki looked “shocked asking how she knew that?” I mean yes that sounds about right.

Honey, “I sure hope I can look at you and tell your size, I mean I do do this for a living,” she said laughing. So tell me, “what are your favorite colors or color you want to wear and what style dress are you looking for?” Denise asked.

My “favorite color is blue, but it’s not very Christmassy, so I guess maybe something in red, but straight not flared, and I have never liked strapless dresses” for obvious reasons Nikki said while pointing to the area of her “large breasts.”

Ok, you ladies “look around and see if there is anything that catches your eye,” while I check in the back Denise said as she walked towards the open doorway.

Jason knew what he “was doing” when he called his sister to help Nikki. He knew that she had “designed a dress, but was”scared to put it out on the sales floor. So why not kill two birds with one stone he must have thought.

Nikki had “found” a few dresses, but after seeing the price, she changed her mind and hung them back on the rack. She wasn’t finding anything that she thought was a “reasonable price,” but she kept looking.

Amy knew she had found a few dresses she liked, but gaziantep escort cim cif bayan when she saw the price tags, she changed her mind. You mean to tell me “you haven’t found one single dress you liked?” she asked.

“Fine, yes I have found a few that I liked, but look at the price tags, I can’t spend that much money on a dress. I just can’t” Nikki said.

So, “yesterday” at lunch, “why did Jason tell you Ryan Jones would be” at our Christmas party?” Amy asked.

Nikki started to blush as soon as she “heard the name “Ryan Jones.” I don’t know why he said that she said smiling.

“Wait a minute, why is your face turning red?” Amy said laughing. “Oh my god,” she says, you have the “hots for him, don’t you?” How come “he knows, and I don’t?” I mean “I am still your best friend?” aren’t I. Shouldn’t I know this kind of stuff?

Laughing Nikki says it was “only by accident.” One time when he was leaving Jason’s office, I saw them, and Jason caught on “pretty fast” from the look on my face. He tells me whenever he comes around is all.

Denise comes out of the back room holding a “red dress.” Here we go, I think this one will be perfect for you. It hasn’t even been put on the floor yet she said. It’s “brand new” to the shop, I know you said you did not like strapless, but I think you would look good in this one. At least try it on she begged.

Fine, I will try it on, but “how much?” is it she asked.

We can talk price “after you try it on and if you like it,” she said.

OK, fine, Nikki said as she took the dress from Denise, then went into the dressing room. After putting the dress on, she stood looking in the mirror. She was “shocked” to see that the person in the mirror did not look like her at all. She liked the way she looked in the dress and the way it felt on her. It fitted good in all the right places. She was just worried about the price. Was it going to be too much? She did like and want this dress now. She didn’t know what she would do if Denise said the price and it was too expensive.

A few minutes later, she came out of the dressing room wearing the dress. Both Denise and Amy let out a “loud” gasp. Neither one of them could believe “how good” she looked in it.

“Oh my, look at you, you look “stunning” in that dresses. You “have to get it,” Amy said. Whatever the price is, “don’t” let the price affect how much you “like it.” I will put in on my credit card if I have to, but you “have to get it” Amy said

She is “right,” Denise said, “you are stunning” in it. “Please” tell me you will take it?

“First, you have to tell me “how much?” With “my luck,” it will be “too much” for me and I “actually do” like this dress. It fits me “good,” she said.

“Oh my god, you do like it,” Denise asked very “happily.”

“Yes, I do like it, but whats the price?” she asked again. I “still need” shoes and something to wear under it Nikki said.

“Here’s the deal if you wear this dress tonight. If you allow Jason to take a few pictures in front of the Christmas Tree, allow them me to put them on my web page, and tell everyone where you got this dress from, the dress, shoes, bra, and panties are yours free. I will even cover your hair and makeup” Denise said. Call it “free advertising,” she said.

Nikki and Amy just looked at each other in “shock” not believing what Denise had just “offered her.”

“Wait a minute, there is no charge for the dress, shoes, bra, and panties, including hair and make up for me to allow Jason to take a few pictures in front of the Christmas Tree, allow them me to put them on your web page, and tell everyone where you got this dress?” Nikki said.

“Yes, that exactly what I am saying. See here’s the thing about this dress. I didn’t just get this dress in, I designed it and made it myself. I have just been too nervous to put it out on display, but when my brother called yesterday asking for my help, and I saw you this morning, I just knew you were perfect for it.”

Both women looked at each other then Amy said wait a minute, you “designed and made this dress?”

“Yes, I was never sure of myself.” Guess you can say my brother is “looking out for me.” He knew I had this dress, so I guess he was my “shove to do this.” I “want to help you,” Nikki, so “why” don’t we help each other?” Denise asked nervously.

Ok, “I’ll do it,” Nikki said smiling. Guess “I’m going to the Christmas party after all,” she said to Amy that looked happy to hear her say “yes” she was going.

Just wait, “I know you are going to turn every guy’s head” at the party, “especially Ryan’s, he won’t be able to walk away from you. You might walk out of this party a happy woman” Amy said laughing.

Give me a minute, and I will call to set up your makeup and hair while you ladies pick out shoes, bra, panties. And whatever else you might need. I want her looking and feeling “her best” tonight Denise said.

Amy heard her phone buzz alerting her of a text. When she looked at cinsel bilgiler her phone, she saw it was from Jason.

Jason: Well, did my sister hook her up or what?

Amy: Oh my god, did she ever hook her up, she will look fantastic tonight. Wait till you see her.

Jason: That’s great, I can’t wait to see both you of you. So did she pick out a dress or is she wearing the one my sister made?

Amy: The one, your sister, made. Your sister is amazing. She is even going to cover hair and make up for her because she is going to wear the dress tonight and let her post a picture of her on her website. She needs you to take some perfect photos of her in front of the Christmas Tree and send them to her.

Jason: Great, I look forward to seeing you all tonight. Especially you. {emoji smile, emoji smile, emoji smile}

Amy: Thanks! {emoji smile}

Jason: Make sure you save me a dance or two tonight.

Amy: I will “ave you three for doing this. You do know that she wasn’t going to go tonight because she didn’t have money to buy a dress. She just gave her parents what she had saved for a new roof {emoji frown}

Amy: Oh so, I asked Nikki why you mentioned Ryan Jones, and she finally told me she had the hots for him. You should introduce them tonight. Let her evening ended with a bang.

Jason: I already planned on it. Besides, last time he was in to see me he, asked about her, I didn’t tell her. Didn’t want her to freak out or anything.

Amy: Our secret then, later

Jason: Later

“What are you up to over there?” Nikki said.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” Jason just texted to make sure his sister was “taking care of you.” You have “all the luck in the world. I’m almost jealous of you,” she said.

“Believe me; there’s nothing to be jealous about,” Nikki said.

Denise walked back in the room and handed a piece of paper to Nikki. Here is the address where to go for your hair and makeup, I told them to take care of both of you ladies.

“Remember,” have Jason “take your pictures of you in front of a Christmas Tree” and send them to me. Tell him it’s for my “website” and if anyone asked where you got it from telling them that it was “custom made from The Gala” she said. Then she handed the dress she had put in a bag along with a bag that contained her shoes, bra, and panties she had picked out, even what Amy had picked out.

Denise gave them both a hug, then hurried them out the door, so they could get their hair and makeup done. Denise knew that Nikki would look even more gorgeous once her hair and makeup are done.

Amy drove to the address Denise gave Nikki. Neither one of them could believe that Denise was covering hair and make up for both of them. They needed to find a way to pay her back for her kindness somehow. Something more then just Nikki taking pictures for her. The girls walked in and gave their names, and they were off for some pampering.

When they were both done, they looked at each other and couldn’t believe how “different” they looked. Both looked like “different people.” They both felt “pretty and was extremely happy.” All that was left was for them to get dressed. Neither women knew “how good” their night was going to end.

Amy stopped at her place to grab her dress and shoes for the night; then they headed back Nikki’s to get dressed.

Once they dressed and met in the living room, they “couldn’t believe how good they looked. They looked like they both were from Palm Beach. They would fit right in for the night.”

“Oh my god, Nikki look at you! You look amazing.” Just like I told you-you would.

Nikki smiled and said, “thank you,” I think I look good in this dress. It’s all “thanks to Denise, and I guess Jason too” beings he “hooked us up” with his sister.

You look “perfect” too Nikki said to her best friend. That Green dress looks really “good” on you. Jason won’t be able to “stop looking at you.”

“Thanks,” Amy said. Now, do you want to “drive or take the car service?” Let’s use the car service; then we don’t have to worry about having “too much” to drink and then drive home.

Car service “it is,” Nikki said as she pulled out her phone to order the car. The car will be here in five minutes; we should get our things and head downstairs, so we are out front when it gets here.

Ok, but first let’s “take some pictures” in front of your tree before we go Amy said as she pulled out her phone. Amy took pictures of Nikki, Nikki took pictures of Amy, and then they made some selfies. Amy sent a couple to Jason and telling him they would be leaving Nikki’s in about five minutes. Then they both headed downstairs to find the driver waiting for them.

The driver got out and walked around to open the door for them. With a low whistle, he said well, don’t you ladies look lovely tonight. “Must be a big night?” he said as he opened the door for them. Amy slid in first, and Nikki followed. The driver shut the door, then hurried back around, and climbed in behind the wheel. You ladies are going to “The Breakers” he confirmed as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yes” please Nikki said smiling.

When they pulled up in front of “The Breakers,” two valets opened the door, one on each side for the car. Both guys gave a low whistle also and complemented both women on how beautiful they looked. Then told them to enjoy their evening as they closed the car door and the car pulled away.

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