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Chapter 1: Population Explosion. The New Authority vowed that Earth 2.0 would not repeat the same mistakes made by planet earth. The comparatively small human population that survived the nuclear apocalypse would be more cautious, more conservative, and more traditional.

It is now the year 2095. The population of the new earth is approaching 18 million people. A far cry from the 72 billion that it reached at its peak, just before the apocalypse. More than 99.9% of the population perished during that horrible period.

The government is now referred to as the New Authority, and as part of its public education mandate, it outlines for all citizens how and why over-population occurred. This intelligence is intended to help society understand why decisions are made the way they are. Government officials provided the following chronological summary of milestones that led up to the apocalypse.

In the year 2035, all sexually transmitted diseases were eradicated. It was heralded as wonderful news at the time, and it was. Historical diseases like AIDS, herpes, chlamydia were completely gone. Sexual freedom blossomed in the wake of this.

By the year 2040, people were finally rid of sexual and racial prejudices. Whether you were gay, straight, or bisexual, it didn’t matter. Fetishes were no longer frowned upon. Declaring that you were dominant, submissive, or any fetish was as harmless as declaring an interest in golf, art or music. The first openly transgender American President easily won two terms.

One by one, the cancers were all cured. Breast, colon, pancreatic, prostate, and lung cancers were cured much earlier – while brain and skin cancers took a little longer, before they too were done away with, once and for all. Other common diseases, such as Alzheimer’s, Diabetes, and kidney disease were also cured, along with major advances in heart disease. This changed the average life expectancy, which rose to over 100 years old.

With this new health, women remained fertile longer. Menopause routinely started between ages 55 and 70. It was no surprise then that the population of the earth soared. Ten billion was reached before 2025, fifty billion by 2070.

The New Authority also outlined a parallel phenomenon that contributed to the earth’s near demise. It was the proliferation of advanced automation and robotics. Initially, automation revolutionized the automobile industry, and other manufacturing. By the year 2030, society was intimately familiar with big factories where robotics handled almost everything, completely replacing human workers. By 2050, these machines began to be used on the farms. Robotic arms were stored under the soil until the oranges, or grapes or any fruit or vegetable were ready to harvest. With visual sensors, these robotic arms plucked the ripe fruit flawlessly, placing it gently on conveyor belts. Farm workers became a thing of the past. As did taxi and truck drivers, which were replaced by sophisticated self-driving vehicles. The food service industry also experienced complete upheaval. Big Macs and Whoppers were made by delicate robotic machines, and payment handled by face recognition software, eliminating the need for cashiers. Earth celebrated this new efficiency. Over a fifty year period, the work week went from forty hours per week to twenty-five, then down to fifteen, and finally down to four.

These changes combined, resulted in a completely new world. Ten times the population, with no sexual diseases, and in fact, total sexual freedom. Moreover, with a four hour work week, people had all the idle time they wanted. Every night was Friday night. Planet earth turned into a massive fuck fest. Then the population really exploded.

Chapter 2: The Apocalypse. The New Authority often references the tipping point as the point where everything reversed and came crashing down. It is believed to have started in China where a major shortage of clean water occurred, followed by a severe food shortage. As the wealthiest country on the planet, China had no choice but to invade Australia. The United States and Great Britain came to Australia’s defense, which triggered conflict. Russia, then facing its own food and water shortage, invaded all of the previous Soviet Union countries. A global war ensued.

The first nuclear weapon was discharged in early 2090. Then it was a domino effect. Great fires swept the earth, triggering further nuclear explosions. It is estimated that on some days 100 million people were dying every minute. By the end of the devastation, a mere 18 million people remained.

The only areas of Earth 2.0 that are inhabitable now are along the west coast of what were formerly Canada and the United States. The New Authority decided to keep the historical city names of what are now the five largest and most populous cities: Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego. Not a soul lives more than 50 miles from the Pacific Ocean.

For the most part, people seem happy. Whereas for decades people talked about whether there Üvey porno was life on other planets, they now talk about whether there is human life on other parts of Earth 2.0. The rumors never cease. The most common myth is that there are one hundred thousand people living below ground in Manhattan. The radiation levels underground are low enough for survival. Severe radiation will cause instant death, however mild radiation will simply cause cancer. With cancer now curable, mild radiation is quite tolerable. In the pre-apocalyptic world, cancer-curing booths were all over a city as densely populated as Manhattan. Those same booths would now come in handy – assuming the rumors are even true, of course.

As far as media, the New Authority decided to regulate the internet for all the right reasons. Total freedom put too much control in the hands of the people. Without strict protocol, rebellious or ambitious citizens might communicate to form protests, or potentially spread anti-Authority messages. Therefore, all social media activity is very carefully monitored.

Television is very popular in this new world, with the Authority controlling every program produced and broadcast. Luckily many of the pre-Apocalyptic movies were stored digitally in Los Angeles, and those materials were not affected by the radiation. The five cities each share the same broadcast feeds.

The most popular program is called Live-Eye, which showcases real-time broadcasts of newsworthy events, sporting competitions, or important court proceedings. On occasion, a human interest story will capture the attention of the viewing public and become a ratings blockbuster.

Robotics is frowned upon in this new world. People need to stay busy. The New Authority mandated a forty hour work week back into law. Farms are once again harvested by people, not machines. Radiation from the apocalypse is kept at acceptable levels by a complex air and soil filtration system that rotates the various farms. Whereas it would have taken more than a decade for this to happen naturally, the system continually cleanses the air, water, and topsoil.

Sexual openness is now frowned upon. While not illegal, promiscuous people are viewed with scorn. After all, excessive sexual activity was one of the factors that lead to over-population. Women especially seem to be scrutinized more closely and judged more harshly. The old double standards returned. A whore is a shameless creature indeed. Public floggings and public punishments also returned. On occasion, these were broadcast on Live-Eye for everyone to see.

Chapter 3: Life. One bright summer morning Live-Eye was doing a segment called ‘A Day in the Life’ where they profile typical careers. Of course, the entire series was approved by the broadcast division of the New Authority. This particular episode was showing residents of Seattle going out to some nearby farms to help plant new apple tree seedlings. The filming itself was going to take place on the train, where a reporter named Timmy-John Carson and the cameraman were setting up, and would interview random workers as they boarded the train.

The third person to board the train was an exceptionally pretty blonde, with long curly hair, a pretty smile and modest clothes. Like many of the passengers, she wore shorts and a T-shirt, but only because of the weather. It was a hot and sunny day, and planting in the fields was going to be hard work, especially on a day such as this.

“Excuse me, TJ Carson from Live Eye here, what’s your name and how are you today?”

“I’m Lekia,” the pretty girl responded, “and I’m fine thanks.”

“Give us a sense of what a typical day is like for you, and what you might like or dislike as it relates to working in the farming fields,” the reporter continued.

The girl started to answer, and it was in point of fact, a good and articulate answer. However, the slight nervousness and excitement of the moment had another effect on her. As she started to speak with the bright light of the camera illuminating her, her nipples began to harden. The thin T-shirt didn’t help, and soon her nipples were practically poking through the material.

TJ kept the interview going. His instincts as a reporter were good. He knew she would create quite a stir when the segment aired. First, her answers were interesting and well considered. Secondly, she was stunningly beautiful. And third, her nipples alone were a beacon for attention. TJ’s comment ended with a rather inadvertent comment:

“Thanks Lekia. You made a couple of good points there.”

The segment aired live during the day, and then again as a re-run in the evenings. Soon, social media channels lit up with discussion. The segment was creating quite the stir. Lekia’s nipples and TJ’s quip caused a viral video sensation. By midnight a million people had seen it. By the end of the weekend, more than ten million people had viewed it – over half of the population of Earth 2.0.

The New Authority wasn’t pleased. porno izle In a society that was attempting to repress sexual freedom and sexual promiscuity, this kind of grassroots civil naughtiness wasn’t welcome. At the same time, the girl had done nothing to warrant arrest. She was not nude, nor had she broken any laws. If anything, she was well-spoken and very respectful with her answers. She was simply on her way to work, minding her own business. It was unfair to blame her or hold her accountable.

Chapter 4: A Media Storm. Immediate secret meetings were held at the government offices in each of the five cities, and then conference calls among them to discuss what, if anything should be done.

Lekia Biggs was completely unprepared for the onslaught of attention. Her smart phone was flooded with calls, as was her email. She was temporarily suspended from work with a paid leave of absence, at least until the scrutiny died down. Her beauty had always garnered attention from men, but Lekia was suddenly thrust into the media spotlight, becoming an immediate sensation. No girl could have been prepared for this.

The New Authority’s initial reaction was to let the story run its course, assuming it would fade away. On Earth 2.0, just as was the case with earth, the ’15 minutes of fame’ theory was alive and well. However, things did not exactly go according to plan. Rather than fade away, the story gained more traction as it sparked debate: was this girl a promiscuous tease with her protruding nipples that seemed to scream for attention, or was she completely innocent and being unfairly judged? The debate became polarizing, with the end of the story suddenly seeming nowhere in sight.

The New Authority, acting on advice from executives at the television network, decided to try a new tactic. They decided to put Lekia on television for a prime-time interview. Surely, everyone would see that she is normal and boring. In fact, they would ensure it. They would dress her in conservative clothing, put very little make up on her, hair in a ponytail, and a thick padded bra to ensure those hyperactive nipples stayed well in check. It was the ‘dispel the myth’ theory. She’d come across as a big yawn, and things would return to normal in the five cities.

Lekia was picked up by a police escort at her hotel in Seattle. She had been moved there when the media hype became too much. From there she boarded a heliplane, and with the agility of a helicopter and the speed of an airplane, the heliplane taxied her to the studio in Los Angeles in less than two hours. In the green room, the professionals took over. They needed to make her look as ‘plain Jane’ as possible, dressing her in an off-white blouse, with beige pants. The bra she was made to wear was thick indeed. They rehearsed her to come across as humble and respectful. They told her to answer all questions honestly, but not respond with anything too provocative. Mock interview questions were asked, to help set her at ease. It was also decided in advance that they would not ask her anything about her past relationships, or anything overtly sexual.

The interviewer was none other than TJ Simpson, one of the most senior and respected journalists on the network. On the verge of retirement, he was the perfect choice: no one had more experience.

“Welcome Lekia. As you know, you’ve been quite the media sensation. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about who you are? Tell us, who is the real Lekia Biggs?”

Lekia had practiced this question in the mock interview. She talked briefly about growing up just outside Seattle, attending local schools, and happy to be a law-abiding and productive member of society. It was boring as hell. Which is exactly what the New Authority hoped it would be. The first part of the interview was going according to plan. TJ however had an agenda. After years of being considered a predictable host, he decided to go out with a bang. He wanted to ask the big money question:

“So tell me Lekia, your body seemed to respond during that now infamous media clip. Why did you react in that way?”

The poor girl was appalled by the question. She blushed deeply. This question had not been asked in the mock interviews. She was very much aware that she was being viewed live on network TV when she delivered her answer:

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just something that happens. I can’t control it, really. It happens at times.”

“At what times, Lekia?”

She paused. The bright lights of the studio cameras shone brightly onto her face. She was nervous and apprehensive, but she had to say something. In retrospect, she should have answered ‘no comment,’ but the poor girl did not have enough media training to know such a thing.

“I guess when I’m excited. When I feel a thrill, it happens to me. I’ve always been like that.”

To make matters worse, regardless of the thickness of the bra that had been provided to her, there they were again. Those misbehaving nipples had stiffened to Asyalı porno the point where they were visible. It was as if someone had placed two darts under her bra.

Chapter 5. Caught on Film. Any hope that the media frenzy would end anytime soon was gone. The social media channels exploded again, with this new revelation causing an even bigger stir. The executive council at the New Authority was livid. Their ploy had backfired. They immediately gave instructions to the police to arrest both TJ and Lekia for civil disobedience. The pair was taken into custody. For now, each of them were taken to separate locations. Lekia was taken to a special holding unit, not at the official area jail, but instead at the police station itself. They asked her a few questions in an attempt to uncover whether the interview was sabotaged intentionally, or a genuine mistake. She swore none of it was premeditated. Nevertheless, she was remanded in custody until an appropriate interrogation could take place with officials of the New Authority.

That night, well after midnight, a worried and anxious Lekia tried to fall asleep in the strange room. The windows were secured shut. It was hot and humid. The pillow was stiff and smelled musty. Do they change the sheets each night? She longed for her bed. How could this be happening? Had Earth 2.0 gone insane? How did she go from the comfort of her home near Seattle to this? Less than a week ago, none of this nightmare had even started. She wished she could turn back the clock, but it was too late for that. In the morning, she would explain to the New Authority that her answers were simply naïve stupidity, and with a profound apology, they’d surely forgive her. Then, eventually the media attention would die down, and things could return to normal.

She tossed and turned on the hard mattress. They had given her access to her suitcase only to retrieve a nightie and supplied her with a knee-length cotton robe. To her chagrin, the only sleepwear she packed was a sexy baby doll number, hot pink and low cut. Once she had changed into it, they took away the remainder of her clothing and all of her personal belongings. The only blanket they had provided was thick itchy wool, and it was much too hot for that. She curled it up instead and hugged it, trying in vain to fall asleep. It was pitch black in the room. Scary black. She turned the small lamp on. It felt weird to sleep in a lit room, but at least it wasn’t as creepy.

More than an hour later, sleep still eluded the poor girl. She tossed and turned. Unbeknown to innocent Lekia, she was being watched via security cameras by two on-guard duty officers. They were in another room, doing what they did any time a pretty female prisoner was in there: making an illegal digital recording of it. More than one security camera was installed for optimum viewing. Lekia was completely inexperienced with jails or police stations and assumed she had complete privacy.

What could Lekia do, but what she did on other sleepless nights? Her hands started to wander. She needed what she used to jokingly refer to as a ‘sleeping pill.’ There were countless nights when Lekia had given herself a quick little orgasm in the privacy of her own bed. The aftermath would relax her. ‘No one is watching me’ she thought. She untied the bow on the front of her baby doll nightie, and her breasts were now fully exposed. Her left hand began to pull and tug on her nipples, as her right hand travelled down her torso until she found the soft folds of her pussy. She ran her fingertip along the slit. There was a tiny bit of moisture there, as always. She dipped her middle finger inside, gathered some of the wetness and then brought her finger up to the nub, drawing small circles all around it. Her mind wandered as it always did when her fingers were busy. Soon with one hand she was pulling and twisting her own nipples, only stopping to squeeze her own breasts. It was as if she was punishing them for being such troublemakers.

With her other hand, her practiced fingers were now rubbing an increasingly wet cunt. She lifted her knees, spreading her legs, and giving the hidden ceiling camera an unobstructed view of her honey pot. Two fingers were now rubbing directly on the clit, and soon, she was trembling and shaking as an orgasm rocked through her body. She caught her breath momentarily, smelling and then licking her fingers clean. Lekia was no stranger to the sweet scent and taste of herself after such a moment.

One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, so she wondered if another might do the trick. Turning over onto her front, she pulled her knees up under herself, and spread her legs. Lifting her tits up off of the scratchy blanket, she swayed them back and forth. Her nipples were teased over and over again by the rough, prickly wool. She maneuvered her ass up into the air as her fingers travelled down to penetrate her needy pussy a second time; all the while stimulating her nipples with the blanket. Inserting two fingers into her hole, she circled her vagina while the palm of her hand pressed on her clit. She squeezed her whole cunt and moved her fingers to circle her clit, around and around. Faster and faster. It was dripping pussy juice as she brought herself off a second time. Familiar thoughts running through her mind: Mmmm, yes…feels so good, yes!

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“Sorry!” Will yelped the word out while trying to turn around gracefully with an over-stuffed laundry basket in both arms and the door propped open with one foot. It didn’t work; when he pulled his foot away from the door, it smacked him in the elbow, almost causing the laundry basket to slip from his grasp and forcing him to lean heavily on the doorframe to trap it between the entrance to the laundry room and his body.

The person he’d directed his apologies at watched his minor humiliation with a sympathetic smile on her face as she sat on the low bench between the two washer/dryers. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s all right, you can come in. I don’t mind.” She sounded perfectly comfortable with the situation, but Will couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding–she wasn’t wearing anything other than a red silk bra and a matching pair of panties.

“No, really,” he said, blushing, “it’s fine. I can come back later, it’s fine, I just didn’t figure there’d be anyone else here at this time of night, I–” He got a firmer grip on the basket, realized he was staring, and looked away. “Sorry,” he said again quietly, preparing to leave.

“No, really,” she said quickly, before he could close the door. “It’s fine. Please, I’d feel terrible if I thought I chased you away. I’m almost done with a load right now; as soon as it finishes, you can use the machine while my other load runs. Honestly, I’d love the company. Like you said, not many people doing laundry at this time of night.”

Will hesitated, but the woman in red would have none of it. “Seriously, you don’t need to feel embarrassed,” she said. “I don’t feel like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of about my body.” She smiled flirtatiously at him. “Do you think I’ve got anything to be ashamed of?”

“N-no,” Will stammered out, letting the door swing shut behind him as he came inside. He didn’t trust himself to say anything else, any more than he trusted himself not to stare; the fact was, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her short dark hair and large, liquid brown eyes gave her face a youthful quality that belied her curvaceous body–and she definitely had curves to spare. When she slid down the bench to make room for him, her large, creamy white breasts jiggled distractingly for what seemed like a second or two after the rest of her body had come to a complete stop. It took another second or two for Will to remind himself he was trying not to stare at her body.

“My name’s Rowan,” she said. “Rowan Martin, which should tell you everything you need to know about my parents’ sense of humor.”

Will smiled a little, the joke easing a bit of his tension. He still felt nervous around her–he’d always felt awkward around pretty girls, the legacy of a miserable teenage existence–but her warm, friendly demeanor helped calm his jitters a bit. “Will,” he said, trying to keep eye contact. “Will Greenwald.”

She extended a hand, which he shook gratefully. “Sorry about my underdressed state,” she said, gesturing down at her body and wrecking all Will’s progress in calming down. “I realized a little too late how few clean clothes I had left, and you know what it’s like–any clothing is acceptable attire in a laundry emergency.”

Will chuckled. “Yeah, I know what that’s like,” he said, looking down at his own faded jeans and slightly frayed t-shirt. “I’m not a big fan of laundry day either.”

“Oh, no!” Rowan said, shaking her head. “I actually love doing laundry–I’ve been kind of swamped lately, so I got a bit behind on it, but normally I come down here every time I have a load together. It’s a nice way to meet new people. You can tell more about someone from spending an hour with them washing clothes than you can over a week any other way.”

Will quirked an eyebrow at that, but before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded on the washing machine. “Oh!” Rowan said. “That’s my clothes. I’ll toss them in the dryer so you can use the machine.”

She hopped to her feet lightly and began to shovel clothes from the washer to the dryer; once she had her back to him, Will rapidly gave up all pretense of not staring despite his best efforts. It wasn’t that he normally ogled women he’d just met, but she was standing right in front of him like she’d stepped out of his fantasies, her ass flexing as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a way that he absolutely could not ignore. She had an absolutely amazing ass, and those panties she wore outlined it perfectly…Will shifted position, crossing his legs. The last thing he wanted was for her to turn around and notice that he’d sprung an erection.

“All done!” she said, turning around and snapping Will out of his reverie. “The washer’s all yours.” Will stood up, hoping his boner wasn’t too obvious, and began to sort out the dark clothes and dump them in the washer.

“As I was saying,” Rowan said, sitting back down, “the people-watching is the part I love about washing clothes. You can learn nearly everything about someone just from doing a little laundry with them and Türk porno observing. It’s like their clothes tell you all their secrets. Take you, for instance.”

“Me?” Will said nervously. He didn’t think there was much of anything to learn from the way he did laundry, except perhaps that he was doing laundry at midnight on a Friday night instead of going out and doing something fun. Which was something he really hoped Rowan wouldn’t point out.

“Sure,” Rowan replied. “For instance, that shirt you just tossed in the washer said, ‘Bad Wolf’. The shirt before that read, ‘Han Shot First’…and I see a Blue Sun t-shirt in there, a Banzai Institute shirt, an ‘I Roll Twenties’ shirt, and the one about ‘English doesn’t borrow from other languages, English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.’ You know what all that tells me?”

Will’s heart sank. This was going to be it, the moment where the beautiful woman started making fun of him. “That I’m a geek,” he said dolefully.

“That you’re a fan of science fiction and fantasy, and not ashamed to show it. Yes, the word ‘geek’ sums that up, but I like a guy who shows his geek pride.” Will blinked. Had he actually heard that correctly? Was he maybe inhaling too much fabric softener or something?

His surprise must have been obvious, because Rowan immediately commented on it. “No, I do! Geek guys tend to be intelligent and imaginative, which are great qualities to look for in a man. And you’ve got a lot of different T-shirts, some of them really obscure, which tells me that you’re widely read and open to new ideas and influences. That’s something I really admire.”

Will blushed all over again, but for entirely different reasons. He wasn’t very good at accepting compliments; he’d never had a lot of opportunities growing up. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he tossed in the last of his clothes, added detergent and closed the lid.

“And you brought a book with you,” Rowan continued as he put his coins in the slot and pushed them in, starting the washer going. She reached into the laundry basket and pulled it out. “‘Devil In the White City’. Interesting choice–non-fiction, historical…so you’re a geek, but you’re willing to broaden your mind a bit beyond just reading ‘Star Wars’ books.” She tossed the book back in the basket and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “So how am I doing so far?”

Will felt his blush spreading all over his face as he sat down. He could tell she was flirting with him–even someone as socially dense as him could pick up signals this obvious–but he didn’t know how to respond. This simply didn’t happen, not to skinny little guys like him. “Um, well…pretty good, so far.” He half-way thought this was a prank of some sort, something one of his friends had put Rowan up to, but none of his friends knew a woman like Rowan well enough to get her to do something like this. “But I mean, that’s not exactly Sherlock Holmes stuff, is it? Looking at my Buffy shirt and figuring out I’m geeky?” Mentally, he winced at the way his mouth had run ahead of his brain. Smooth move, he told himself. She’s flirting with you, and you go and insult her.

“Oh, it gets better,” Rowan said, stretching out a bit on the bench. “You’ve got the whites still sitting in the basket, and those show stains better than the darks do. Quite a few food stains in there.” Will winced physically as well as mentally, preparing for the conversation’s inevitable turn into humiliation. “But you’re generally well-groomed and clean right now–another plus for a woman, by the way–so it’s clearly not that you’re a slob. No, I’m guessing those stains come from reading while you eat.”

Fear of potential humiliation began to fade into intrigue. Will had to admit it, that was kind of an impressive deduction. “Guilty as charged,” he said with a slightly rueful smile.

“And not just reading while you eat,” Rowan continued, “but getting so into the book that you don’t notice the spill right away. I’d guess that you’re imaginative and focused, Will. You allow yourself to slip into a state where the book seems more real to you than the world around you. That’s something I really like–I’m starting to feel like I was very lucky to bump into you.”

Will felt a warm, happy feeling filling up his chest all the way up to his eyes. She was into him! She really liked him! This was so unbelievably amazing that he wanted to shout for joy, but he tried not to get doofy about it. “I guess you’re right,” he said, trying to stay calm while not acting so nonchalant that she thought he wasn’t interested in him. “You can learn a lot from someone’s laundry basket.”

“Oh, it’s not just the basket,” Rowan said, leaning forward a bit. “For example, just sitting her talking to you, I can tell you’re not gay.” Will followed her gaze, and swallowed hard when he realized that she was looking at the bulge in his jeans. “Don’t worry,” she said, cutting off his apologies before they could Türkçe alt yazılı porno even begin. “I don’t mind at all. I’m actually quite flattered; a hard cock is the most direct compliment a woman can get, really.”

She shifted position again, closing the gap between them. “So you’re intelligent, well-groomed, polite–after all, I’m sitting here in my bra and panties, and you’re clearly turned on by it, but you’ve been nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. You’ve even tried to avoid staring.” She chuckled at his startled reaction. “Oh, yes, Will. Women always notice. Don’t feel bad–I can tell the difference between an involuntary gape and treating me like a piece of meat.” She leaned even closer to him. This close, he could smell her perfume over the scents of detergent and fabric softener. “You’re cute, and it even looks like a nice cock underneath those pants. All in all, you seem like a great catch. So why are you so lonely, Will?”

Will looked away quickly. “I’m not,” he said. “I just…I haven’t met the right girl yet, is all. But I’m not lonely. I’ve got plenty of good friends, and I don’t even know if I’ve got time for a relationship right now.” All the usual excuses flowed easily from his lips as easily as they did to his family and friends, but they felt more hollow than ever.

“Will, remember how I said you could tell a lot about someone from their laundry?” Rowan asked. “The stains on those socks are pretty distinctive. Ditto with the towels. You’ve been spending a lot of nights with nothing but yourself for company, Will.”

Will stood up abruptly. “I, um…I think I should go,” he said quickly, his voice cracking in embarrassment. “I’ll be back in a little bit, I just need to–“

Rowan reached up and put her hand on his arm. It felt warm to the touch. “It’s all right, Will,” she said. “You don’t need to be ashamed. It’s not a bad thing to stroke yourself. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had has involved just watching my lover stroke his cock.” She gently tugged him back down to his seat as she spoke, and despite his embarrassment, Will found himself going along with it. He had to admit, he wanted to hear more of the compelling mental picture she was painting with her words.

“There’s something so sexy about it,” she continued, “seeing that look on a man’s face and knowing he’s drinking you in with his eyes, knowing that just the sight of you is giving him a raging erection that he can’t control.” She brushed against him lightly as he sat back down, the silk of her bra brushing against his bare arm and her erect nipple rubbing against his skin for an all-too-brief moment. “Watching his hand pump up…and down…on his cock, seeing his balls tighten, knowing that he can’t help himself, he has to stroke…you don’t have to feel bad about masturbation, Will. Jacking off is sexy. I only wanted to know why you don’t have someone to help you do it.”

Will was surprised at how distant his voice sounded. Between the throbbing in his cock, the mental images Rowan had supplied him with, and the shock at the turn the conversation had taken, he felt sort of lost inside his own head. Maybe that was why the truth just slipped out so easily. “I just…can’t believe a girl would like me,” he said. “I’m skinny, and I’m short, and I’m geeky, and I’m boring, and…as soon as I look at a pretty girl I freeze. I don’t know how to tell if they really like me or not. And it’s safer to be lonely than humiliated.”

“I understand,” Rowan said, stroking his arm. “You’re afraid of rejection.” Will nodded, sagging slightly in relief at the knowledge that she knew how he felt. “What you need is a woman who’s aggressive, Will. Someone who’s not afraid to tell you what she wants, instead of waiting for you to tell her. A woman who’s willing to take charge. Have you thought about that, Will?”

“I…yes…” He hadn’t, not exactly, but he was thinking about it right now. He was thinking very vividly about Rowan taking charge and being sexually aggressive, and his cock was pounding so hard that it seemed to be cutting off some of the oxygen to his brain.

“Yes, I know you have. Maybe some of those times you stroked yourself, you thought about a woman who was powerful, willing to take control. It’d be so much easier, then. You’d be able to relax completely, knowing that you were sexy…and desirable…and loved…and letting her guide things.” Rowan leaned heavily against him now, her body warm against his. She had her hand on his inner thigh, not moving, but potent by its mere presence so close to his cock. “You played with yourself, and maybe you imagined a woman like me watching you, telling you to stroke, commanding you to pump that dick into your fist, and that’s so hot, isn’t it, Will?”

Will let out a long, shuddery sigh. “Uh-huh…” he said. The words she spoke seemed somehow more real than the room around them, and he felt light-headed with arousal.

“Yes, it’s so easy to imagine these things porno when I suggest them, isn’t it? I’m even taking charge of your imagination, Will, and it feels good to–” A loud buzzer interrupted Rowan’s speech mid-sentence. “Crap!” she said, jumping slightly in surprise. “Sorry, that’s my other load done. Let me just take a moment and put in another.”

Will nodded, still a little too dazed to really say much. He felt like they’d been close to…something, he didn’t know quite what. Some sort of powerful understanding. He mulled over her words in his head, shivering as he remembered how fuzzy everything had gone with arousal, and how fuzzy it still seemed even as she got up and began to move clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“So you’re starting to see what I mean about the laundry room being a great place to meet people, I hope,” Rowan said mischievously as she dragged armfuls of clothes out of the washer. “It makes me glad that this is one of the few chores I don’t make my pets do.”

Will blinked in confusion. “Pets?” he asked. “Your dog does laundry?”

Rowan laughed. “No, no,” she said. “I keep people as pets, Will.” Before he could even get past the shock and figure out how he felt about that statement, Rowan pressed on. “People who like it when someone else takes control, whether for a few hours a day or all the time. People who enjoy that erotic sensation of relaxing their will and letting someone else do all the thinking. People like you.”

Will shook his head. “I don’t–I mean, I never–“

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t know that was what you wanted, Will. A lot of my pets didn’t at first.” She started the dryer, and began to put another load of clothing into the washer. “But once they found out how much fun it was, how sexy it was to let themselves be controlled…you remember, don’t you, Will? Just think back to a few minutes ago, relaxing into my touch and my words. Imagine feeling that nice all the time, Will, whether it’s during sex, washing dishes, or even doing nothing at all. Imagine always feeling that pleasure, Will. Imagine sinking into it, losing yourself in it.”

Will was having a hard time doing anything else–his cock still felt rock-hard inside his pants, and watching Rowan bounce as she moved back and forth from her laundry basket on the floor to the washer wasn’t helping. “But–but if you’ve already got pets, then–“

Rowan smiled winsomely at him. “I’ve got room for another, Will. And you don’t know how much fun we can have until you try. Haven’t you noticed what kind of laundry I’m doing?”

Will looked as Rowan put her last armful of clothes in the washer. Her hands were filled with panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, and a few items of clothing he’d only ever seen in porno magazines. “And they’re all dirty,” she said, adding detergent. “They get dirty so quick living in an apartment with such horny pets–that’s why I came down here so late, I realized I’d totally run out of clean underwear. I have to change panties three times a day, sometimes. They get so wet when I’m playing with my pets…oh! That reminds me!” She reached around and unhooked her bra, dropping it into the washing machine with the rest of the underthings. “Got to make sure everything gets clean.”

Her tits swung freely now, and Will couldn’t look away from them. It was like they had magnets attracting his eyes and tugging at his cock. When she pulled off her panties, too, he felt almost like he was going to cum in his jeans. Her pussy glistened slightly with moisture as she picked her panties up from the floor. “See?” she said. “These are already damp just from talking to you.”

Will’s eyes locked onto them as they dangled from her finger, swaying slightly. “Here,” she said, stepping back over to the bench. “It’s easier to tell close up. This close, you don’t just see it, you can smell how aroused I got–how aroused I’m getting, right now.”

Will inhaled involuntarily, taking a deep breath of Rowan’s musky scent. “See, Will?” Rowan said. “It’s very easy for you to follow suggestions. You’re imaginative and focused, and when I suggest something, it’s very easy for you to imagine it, and focus it, and make it the center of your mind. And it feels good, Will. It feels so good to listen to my words, to follow my suggestions, to let me command while you just…obey.” Something about the way she purred out that last word made Will melt inside. His whole mind went warm and liquid, while his cock stayed hard.

“Breathe deeply, Will,” Rowan said, holding the panties right up to his face. “It’s almost like it’s a drug; a sexy, sleepy scent that makes you horny and dizzy, like every breath makes it harder and harder to resist my words.” Will knew it wasn’t actually true, but she’d told him how easy it would be to imagine the things she said so vividly that they’d seem true, and it was hard to figure out the difference between something that seemed true and something that really was true when he was this horny and dizzy and sleepy.

“Very good, Will,” Rowan said, watching his eyelids flutter. She gently pushed him back until he was lying on the bench, then set the panties down on his face. “Breathing in my sexy scent has already left your body too heavy to move. You can’t possibly move, so you can’t pull those panties off, so you’re helpless to avoid breathing in more of my scent and sinking deeper…”

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I am completely lost. You are gripping my hips so tightly and holding me up and I am lost, panting my way down the other side of a long and hard orgasm. You are sliding your hard tongue over my swollen clit and I can’t, I can’t take it anymore. Enough, I say. Enough. I am breathing so hard I am lightheaded, and I’m afraid I am going to pass out. I bring my hands to your face and try to stop you. I push back on the window and you pull your face out of my cunt. Your face is covered in my juices and you look up at me with such lust, but, I can’t.

I can’t, I say, trying to catch my breath.

You wipe your face on my thigh and move your hands up my legs as you stand. I start to crumple to the ground and you catch me, holding me up until you have enough balance to lift me up in your arms and take me over to the bed. I wrap my arms around your neck, thankful for the support. I am still beside myself in my recovery. I have never cum that hard and that long before. You set me down on the bed and stand up to look at me. You take me all in, looking me up and down. You are still completely dressed in your suit and tie and I love being naked in front of you, love the way you are looking at me. But, I can’t.

I can’t, I say.

Can’t what? You ask.

I can’t. It’s all I can think of to say.

You can’t cum for me? But you just did.

Yes. I did. But I can’t anymore.

He was too rough with you.

Yes.

But I promised you I wouldn’t be. Do you trust me? You look at me, searching my face for an answer.

Yes, I say, but I don’t know you.

You just need some time, you say. You go over and get the champagne glasses and bring them back to the nightstand. You dip a finger into one of the glasses and then bring it over to rub on my right nipple. You bend over and suck on it, pulling it up and stretching it. I arch my back up to your warm mouth.

You sit on the bed facing me and place your hand on my belly. I am sleepy and spent and sore. I still like being naked next to you in your suit and tie. inegöl escort You lean over and take my nipple in your mouth again, licking slowly and languidly. Before I know it your fingers are on my pussy, gently slipping all the wetness around and bringing it up to my swollen clit. Everything is soft and slow and I close my eyes.

You don’t have to cum, you say. Just enjoy it.

I’m going to fall asleep, I say. I look at you watching me. I move my hips with the rhythm of your slow hand.

That’s okay, you say, moving on to lick my other nipple. You continue stroking my nipple with your tongue at the same steady pace as you stroke my slippery clit. I am getting aroused not just by what you are doing, but the fact that you are still in your suit. You tie is draped over my arm and I turn my head so I am looking at your chest as you stroke me. Your jacket is open and hugging your shoulders. I see the bulge in your pants and I think how sexy it is to see a grown man in a suit with a hard-on.

My orgasm starts so slowly I barely feel where my enjoyment of what you are doing ends and the orgasm begins, but soon I am rising up to your hand and groaning out at the pleasure. It’s one of those soft and sweet orgasms, the kind that usually comes in the morning when you’re half asleep and still groggy from a night of fast and hard sex. Ummmmm. You suck my nipple and stroke it with your tongue and then lift your head to watch me. I groan my way through it, watching how you watch me and it all feels so sexy. When I’m done, you leave your stilled fingers on my clit, just holding them there as I squirm beneath them, still raising my hips in the aftermath. I realize this is also one of those sweet orgasms that lingers. Your fingers stay pressed against my clit and I feel the buzzing of energy in my pussy, a tension that was not thoroughly released.

You lean over and kiss me, soft lips and tongue. I still taste myself on your tongue and lips. When you pull back, you ask, Do you mind if I join you in bed? ipekyolu escort You start sliding your fingers down to my wet hole, spreading my juices over my entire pussy.

I groan. Please, I say. But take your clothes off. I want to feel your skin up against me.

You take your fingers away and I am sorry for that. I groan. You stand up, looking at me as you start untying your tie. You are, as usual, slow and deliberate. As you undress, I imagine how you got dressed this morning, what you were thinking, if you were wondering about me and what might happen. If you got hard thinking about the possibilities, and if you picked your suit and tie for the day in anticipation of what might be. You’ve chosen a light gray summer suit, my favorite on men because it is easier to see the body beneath, and a red tie. And I do like your body, the length and athleticism of it. But the tie. Well. You wear it very well. There is a certain kind of man who can wear a red tie naturally. Most men who wear them use it as a façade, a symbol signifying something they wish or strive for (power, control, prestige) but do not naturally possess. But you. You have a presence that others immediately recognize as different, elevated. On you, the red tie simply signifies your natural born position as a leader. There is nothing posturing about your tie.

I recognize this because I have the same kind of presence packaged in a female body. I have risen through the ranks of my company to a position of power no other woman has achieved. I have done so because I am good at my job and I know how to lead men and women with firmness and fairness. And as a woman, I have to maintain my reputation as being tough-minded and without any weakness that could be exploited. That is why I have never dated within my company or even my field. Men below my level in the company, men who I have been terribly attracted to, have tried to seduce me over the years.

Most of these men wanted me only because they thought sex would diminish me. I had iskenderun escort been promoted over them for obvious and legitimate reasons and they wanted to prove that I was just a woman afterall, a cunt who could be ultimately conquered in the bedroom. And I always resist. For one, the resistance shows that I have more control than they assume, and second, the fact that I never succumbed left them wanting to fuck me just for the sake of knowing what it was like to fuck me. And this brings me great satisfaction, knowing there are men in powerful positions who want to fuck me but know they will always be denied. I’m sure I don’t need to bother explaining about all the fresh-faced college graduates that come and go in the company and their surreptitious glances at my tits, their bulging crotches and trips to the bathroom. They are a horny and amusing bunch, and they really have no idea what they are wishing for.

And perhaps this explains why I ultimately answered the Craigslist ad the man placed. Because while I enjoy denying my colleagues, I am still a very sexual woman with strong needs, primal needs that include submission at times. I knew from the tower address he gave that he had no relation to my field or company. And then there was you. And now you are undressing in front of me. What has transpired over the last few weeks has led me to being here in a hotel room completely and utterly spent. I have submitted myself over and over again. I was taken with such force and anger by the man today and now moved to multiple orgasms almost against my will by you, and I feel all of my control entirely erased. I lay before you with no will to do anything but submit. I am entirely in your hands. And part of me knows how dangerous this is for a woman like me, but I am so without willpower that I can only think sleepily that at least they are good hands. I think that you have given me every reason to trust that you will not abuse your power over me.

You are naked now, so beautifully naked with your cock standing at attention, and you reach over to pull the comforter down and get us under the sheets. You slip in beside me, turning me onto my side and pulling me tight up against your long body. My back is up against your hard chest, my ass is pressed against your hard cock, and your big hand grasps my breast as I sigh and settle into sleep.

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Daniel showered and thought back on the amazing morning he had had. The house phone rang as he left the shower. He warily answered it.

“Hello.” he wheezed.

“Mr. Masters?” a voice asked.

Daniel froze.

It was Holly Grayson from next door. She must have been home.

He regained his composure and said “Yes?”

“Mr. Masters. Can you call over here? I need your help and my parents are at work.” she said.

“Sure.” he replied and the line cut off.

He got dressed and cleaned himself up.

He popped next door and stood on the porch for a moment, brain whirring in case of the worst.

Holly opened the door almost immediately and gestured him in.

She was nineteen, just started college. She had long blonde hair and green eyes framed by a plain black pair of glasses. She wore a long sleeved white t-shirt with black stripes, a denim miniskirt and black Converse. She was tall, like Emily. Holly was nerdy and sweet, with a crooked smile that was endearing.

She shut the door after him.

“So, Holly. You said you needed help?” Daniel asked, eager to be in and out.

“I’m happy you’re here, I thought you’d have work.” she said, her naturally husky voice was doing no favours to Daniel’s focus.

“I’m actually sick.” he answered coolly.

“Same here.” Holly replied, with a sly wink.

She started walking up the stairs. Daniel followed mutely, hoping this would be brief.

Holly led him onto a landing and paused at the nearest door.

“One sec.” she said and opened the door slightly and peered in.

She had her ass stuck out in the denim miniskirt and her back arched. Daniel felt a hunger that he didn’t expect then.

“All clear.” she chuckled and opened the door.

She walked into her bedroom. It was dominated by an unmade king-sized bed.

“Mr. Masters, I was taking a day off from college today.” she said, in an unfamiliar tone.

Daniel felt his blood turn to ice, he knew where this was going.

“I got up to make some coffee when I saw you in your back garden with your maid.” she said.

“Ok Holly. What do you want?” Daniel asked.

She turned to face him with an almost bashful expression.

“Well Mr. Masters I saw her leave, I know that Rachel is generally pretty busy and that you may be still a bit ‘fired up’.” she said softly and slowly walked towards Daniel.

“I know I’m still a girne escort bit ‘fired up’ and I was up here.” she admitted, blushing.

Daniel was in shock registering the connotation of what was being said.

“So how about we just have a bit of fun on our day off?” she smirked and stood in front of him.

He weighed up the situation. She wasn’t wrong about his readiness and Daniel felt himself aroused by the impure thoughts he had just had about Holly.

“OK. If this were to occur.” he said, Holly’s expression lighting up.

“There would be rules.” he said firmly.

“One” Holly began. “Not a word to Mrs. Masters or my parents.”

Daniel nodded, inwardly thrilled at Holly’s insight.

“Two, this is today. I’m not looking for a married boyfriend. Having a regular one is tricky enough.” she joked.

Daniel’s ego flared at the attention she was giving him and that he was worth cheating on her boyfriend.

“Three” Daniel began, trying to regain control. “If you want to be fucked by a married man, then no condoms.” he said.

Holly’s smirk broadened at this. “Well, I’m not on the pill. So, this ought to be very interesting.” she purred.

Daniel stepped just in front of her, her fingers already trailing down his chest.

“Four. We wrap this all up by 4.” Daniel said. Holly grabbed his belt and unbuckled it quickly.

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” she said slyly.

“Now, can I have my first taste of married cock?” she asked wide-eyed as she reached into his pants and grasped his cock.

“Yes you may.” Daniel gasped as Holly dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft red lips around his shaft.

Her mouth was the perfect balance of warm and wet. Daniel cursed at the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. Holly certainly had either remarkable natural talent or had spent high school leading a double life. Top grades in the class and being ‘very friendly’, especially to guys.

Not that Daniel cared regarding her promiscuity, he had leaned back as this not so innocent blonde worshipped his cock with her mouth.

“Oh fuck me.” Daniel gasped. Holly let his cock pop out of her mouth. “Well that’s the plan Mr. Masters.” Holly giggled.

“You certainly know what you’re doing.” Daniel sighed, as Holly grinned at him while jerking him off.

“Well. Being as nerdy and innocent looking as me, most girls didn’t suspect that I was mastering gölcük escort these skills on their boyfriends.” Holly admitted with a smirk.

“I thought you had the skills of a slut.” Daniel replied.

Holly’s face shifted to a naïve looking expression, despite her hand stroking him expertly. “But, Mr. Masters, I’ve only had sex with one boy. I just gave some other boys who needed it a hand, and sometimes to stop them making a mess I used my mouth.” Holly answered sweetly.

“Well Holly, today you’re going to use your pussy to stop me making a mess.” Daniel growled.

“I don’t want my bedroom to be a mess and I’m meeting my boyfriend later. So I can’t have a ‘different’ taste in my mouth. So I guess you’re right Mr. Masters.” Holly agreed with a wicked grin.

“Holly. Take everything off.” Daniel ordered.

Holly pulled of her t-shirt to reveal a red lacy bra that held her small pert breasts in place. She had a nice figure that suited her well. She slid her skirt down, revealing matching red lacy panties.

“Holly. Stop.” Daniel said.

Holly paused, looking confused.

Daniel took out of his phone and pointed it at her.

“Smile.” Daniel said.

Holly chuckled and posed several times as Daniel took photos.

She then took off her shoes and socks. Daniel undressed himself entirely as she revealed her naked body. She had a small triangle of hair pointing down to her pussy.

Daniel was thrilled, he couldn’t believe he was about to plunge his bare cock inside a teenager.

“Holly, lie back on the bed. You’re about to have a man inside you.” Daniel ordered.

“Can we try doggy after?” Holly asked sweetly, as she lay back on her teenage bed and spread her legs.

“Yes Holly. We can after.” Daniel promised as he lined up his throbbing cock to her young entrance.

He slowly pressed on the gap in her lips and eased his cock inside her. Holly gasped and arched her back as the thick intruder began to force its way into her young tightness.

“You’re going to split me in half.” Holly groaned as Daniel buried his cock deeper inside her. Holly’s eyelids fluttered as his cock passed further inside than her boyfriend had ever reached. She could feel his bare cock pressing out against her fleshy walls blissfully.

“Now I get why they always told us about condoms in high school.” Holly sighed.

“If they didn’t, you’d all only göztepe escort do this.” Daniel added, further claiming her teen pussy.

‘Mmm, Daniel’s right. But I’m unsure to tell Toby that. Maybe just a few of his friends, I’d enjoy the practice.’ Holly thought deliciously to herself.

Eventually, Daniel reached as deep as Holly was and withdrew his cock.

“I can’t believe you opened me up enough to take all that.” Holly sighed, just before Daniel thrust his entire cock inside her in one fluid thrust.

“Fuck!” Holly exclaimed. Daniel set to pistoning in and out of her pussy. “Oh fuck. This is what real sex is, isn’t it?” Holly asked.

“Nearly.” Daniel grunted and he moved Holly so they were in the doggystyle position.

He grasped her by the curve of her hips and slammed his cock inside her. The jolt ran up Holly’s body and her glasses skewed.

Daniel proceeded to fuck Holly hard, plunging into her young depths. Holly’s face contorted with pleasure as Daniel manhandled her in a way that set her pussy tingling.

“Mr. Masters, I’m about to-” Holly began huskily before the orgasm washed over her.

She cried out hoarsely with pleasure and her pussy convulsed around Daniel’s cock that was still hammering her. Daniel grinned as Holly came, her young cum coating his cock. ‘Now, to give this slut a new experience that she’ll remember forever.’ Daniel thought to himself as he felt his own cum rise.

“Holly. I’m close.” Daniel gasped. Holly smirked to herself, flush with carnal thrill.

“Please Mr. Masters, fill me up.” Holly begged.

Daniel thrust one last time and exploded inside Holly’s fertile, young cunt. His seed flowed into her and filled her. “Mmmm.” Holly moaned as she felt her womb fill for the first time in her life. ‘I am definitely doing this again.’ Holly promised to herself.

‘Well, that’s the first teenager claimed in a long time.’ Daniel thought gleefully.

They both fell back on Holly’s bed.

“Best day off ever.” Holly said.

“Yeah.” Daniel agreed and rolled over. He kissed Holly deeply, like a lover would.

He broke the kiss. “How about you give my cock a work over?” Daniel asked Holly.

She shook her head slowly. “I told you I’m meeting my boyfriend later.” Holly reminded him, yet she drifted down towards his waist.

Daniel watched as she looked up at him with a disapproving look, just before she took his cock reverently into her mouth.

She worked it over adeptly and once she let it pop out of her mouth every drop of their cum was flowing down her throat.

Daniel heard his phone and answered it.

“Daniel, Something happened at work. I’m on my way home.” Rachel said curtly and hung up.

Fuck.

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It was a warm evening, in the middle of the Great British heatwave of 2018. Just as the hot sun was going down for the night, I noticed that look in your eyes, that cheeky glint. I’d seen it before, I knew what it meant and felt a wave of warmth curse through my body. Hairs standing on end, as if raising to attention in apprehension of your touch. I felt my mouth go dry and my breath quicken. Your smile widens, and I can see your love for me radiating from your gaze. Your lips parting entices me in to kiss you deeply and passionately. Our tongues dance around each other’s mouths as we enjoy the familiar taste.

You unzip my pink, tightly fitted dress and lift it over my head, caressing my body as you do so. I run my hands through your hair and pull off your shirt. Deeply staring into my eyes, before your gaze wanders to take in all of my body, clothed now only in a small red, lace bra which barely contains my sweet curves; alongside a matching lace thong, which I can feel dampening. gaziemir escort

You remove the remains of your clothes and your manhood springs free. I cannot help myself, but I bend down to taste you, first lightly licking the tops of your thighs, before gradually tasting your glistening head. My tongue runs up and down your shaft several times and I hear your moaning in pleasure. I attempt to take you all in and feel your hands in my hair guiding my pace. I feel you at the back of my throat and begin to massage your balls. Your moans continue as I take in as much as I can and savor your taste.

In one quick motion you lift me off and lay me down on the bed. “Relax, and enjoy what I have planned for you,” you whisper in my ear. Moving down my body, you start with my feet. Massaging them one at a time, softly at first and planting a light kiss on each toe. You work your way slowly up my body, rubbing my calves and thighs, right up to gelibolu escort my groin. You spend a few minutes working on my groin muscle “loosening you up” you say with a grin, before removing my damp thong. Continuing northwards, you reach my perky breasts and unhook my bra. Kneading them softly, before rolling my nipples through your fingers until they harden under your touch. “Just perfect” you mumble, more to yourself than to me, as you lick my nipple delicately at first, followed by gently clamping down with your teeth as I gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Releasing the nipple, you notice that I’ve now developed a rosy flush along my chest and I am lightly panting.

You repeat the process with the other breast, before moving back down towards the centre of my legs and begin to caress my smooth outer lips. The warmth and wetness that has built up acts as a lubricant to help your fingers glide around my delicate area, occasionally brushing gemlik escort my clitoris; sending shivers down my spine.

Your fingers start to probe deeper into my core and I can hear and smell my own wetness. Suddenly, I feel your lips and tongue teasing my clit and I moan with pleasure. “I love your taste” you say, and I feel electricity curse through my body as the breath from those words warms me further. I feel my heart quicken and my breath hitches. I feel like I am soaring towards that happy, blissful place when you shift position and curve your fingers, finding my g-spot instantly. I thrive in pleasure and feel something building up inside me. Before I know it you pump your fingers inside me with extra force, I tip over the edge and feel an immense explosion throughout my whole body. I cry out in pleasure as I feel the warmth of the orgasm spurt between my legs, as you greedily lap it all up, pulling out my orgasm for as long as possible. Just as I am riding the wave down, you kiss me deeply and I can taste myself on your lips.

“You look beautiful when you come, and I love to pleasure you in such a way” you whisper in my ear. “I plan on pleasuring you in every imaginable way all night long” and I shiver with excitement; wondering what else he has planned.

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This is my first ever story so feedback is more than welcome. This story is largely the truth but has been slightly embellished with what I would have liked to have happened. This chapter covers our getting together.

Our first week together

It had been a long hard week so when an old friend asked me over to chill out with a movie, it was a welcome change to sitting at home with my computers. A new friend I made very recently was there too. She was a very interesting young lady and a very talented artiste even if she didn’t think so. I had been working with her a lot lately on a big project and it was good to see her in a more social environment. I was soon distracted from whatever was on the TV by her sliding up to me and easing my arm around her shoulders. Incidentally, we had been flirting all week so we were getting rather comfortable with each other.

Everything about her is infinitely sexy and amazingly beautiful. She is very slim and around 5 foot 10 tall. Her hair is long and very dark but had a streak of blonde on her left side. Her eyes are brown and so deep I couldn’t help looking into them. Me? I am a little bit taller at 6 foot and thin too. I don’t have the biggest muscles in the world but I tried to keep in shape so I wasn’t totally unattractive.

After the movie I drove her home because she lived far away and it was a cold and dark night. I stepped out of the car to give her a parting hug so I was very surprised when she kissed me on the cheek and smiled a big smile up at me. Man she was beautiful. I bade her a good night with an equally big smile and she disappeared into her house. I was seeing her tomorrow so I figured I had better do something about us or at least the potential. I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. What was I going to say to her tomorrow?

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We were going to go to a house party that evening but were going to have some food beforehand. I didn’t really think anything would happen at the house party but we were going to be hanging out and having fun. Continuing my gentlemanly streak, I drove to pick her up. I pulled up outside her house and breathed deeply. She slid into my front seat.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. For the first time in my life, I threw caution to the wind.

“Listen, I want to say something.” I said very quickly. I took a deep breath and tried not to rush what I was saying. I looked into her eyes and continued “I like you…a lot. I haven’t done anything like this before but I don’t want to miss out on something if it’s going to happen with you.” She smiled at me warmly and suddenly I was deeply happy.

“I like you too, let’s just see where this goes.” She said simply. She smiled and her hand found mine.

Later we were getting ready to go out at my place and she excused herself to change in my bathroom. I quickly slipped on some more appropriate clothing and just in time because I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and my jaw quickly fell to the floor. She was wearing a long sexy black dress and looked more beautiful than ever. She took my stammering as flattery and smiled very wide.

—

“Kiss erdemli escort me,” she whispered. It was several hours and not much alcohol later. We were huddled in the corner of some room full of some people I barely knew at some house party. To be honest, it didn’t matter where we were, what mattered was the beautiful girl in my arms, resting her forehead against mine. I opened my eyes and looked at her gorgeous face. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. I wasn’t really thinking any more, I just went for it. I pressed my lips forward and they were warmly welcomed by hers.

Her lips were so soft as we slowly and gently kissed again and again. Finally we parted and opened our eyes. She was smiling. She looked even more beautiful when she was smiling happily. She pulled me closer and tucked herself into my chest as I held her tighter. Oh wow, I thought, she is practically everything I have always wanted, I really like this girl. Whatever I do, I must not lose her. I glanced down at her and saw she had drifted off to sleep.

All too soon the night was over and some people were getting a taxi back to her road so it was time to say goodbye. Another short kiss and she was gone.

—

The next day I had to visit my old friend again to drop off some things before visiting her. My friend smiled coyly at me and asked about last night as a grin spread across my face. After making my excuses and driving as fast as I could I was finally with her again. She quickly showed me her room and I put my things tidily on the floor. I spun around to ask her what we were going to do today when she pushed me onto her bed and jumped on me. Our mouths passionately found each others as my hands roved over her back and found her ass. It was even rounder and sexier than I had imagined.

“Later,” she whispered smiling. I smiled back and brought my hands up to her back. We spent the rest of the day cuddling and got together a few times during the week to “hang out” a bit more.

The next weekend was my birthday weekend and I went out for a few drinks with her and some other people on the Friday night. After a good session of drinking (and sobering up), we got a taxi back to hers. Once in her room she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. She looked into my eyes and offered me the best choice I have ever had.

“You have three choices, you can get a taxi home, you can walk home or you can stay here,” she whispered and tilted her head inquisitively. My eyes lit up.

“Well I think we both know what I would like to do,” I replied.

I kissed her and led her over to the bed. We made out a bit more before drifting off to sleep.

—

The next day we took our time wandering around town before making our way over to my house. I stuck on Ratatouille and we cuddled up in my bed. She wanted to hold me for a change so I let her and rested my hand on her knee. After a while my hand got bored and began to make small circles on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. Little did I realise I was slowly turning her on. Not that that was a bad thing fatsa escort of course. It didn’t take her long before she pulled me on top of her and started to kiss me madly, this time it was her hands roving over my back and ass. She pulled my top off and started kissing me harder and harder.

Suddenly my cock was very hard and I leant into her to make sure she knew it. I rolled her onto her back and kissed along her jaw to her neck. When I started sucking on her neck, she held me tighter against her.

“I think its time this comes off,” I murmured and grinned widely. I ran my hands around the bottom of her top. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled and sat up as I pulled her top up and off her. I took a moment to admire her breasts. Despite being hidden beneath her bra I could see that although they were small but perfectly formed. I lay her back down and resumed sucking on her neck, she moaned gratefully as my kisses travelled down to her breasts and I kissed around her bra. After a while my kisses moved up and I nibbled on her ear

“I have an idea,” I whispered softly. I moved around so I was sitting behind her and had my legs on both sides of her. Her head rested on my chest and I leant down to her ear again and whispered softly, “Put my hands where you want them”.

Her hands quickly found my wrists and placed them on her breasts again as she slipped her bra straps down allowing me to gently slide her bra down to free her breasts. Her nipples were small but more sensitive than I could have imagined. I ran my fingertips slowly around each breast until I reached her nipples. Her head leaned back on my shoulder and she moaned in my ear as her nipples hardened from my touch. Her moans were soft and deep as I gently but firmly pulled on her rock hard nipples.

I began kissing her neck as my hands slipped down her chest, removed her bra and slipped under her trousers running over her pussy briefly. She raised her hips and undid her jeans allowing me to slip them off. I slid around to her right side allowing her to lie down properly again. My mouth travelled down to her right nipple as I ran my finger up and down the front of her panties. She moaned louder as I flicked her hard nipple with my tongue and louder still as I pressed lightly on the damp spot that had appeared on her crotch.

I moved across to her left nipple and ran my hand under her panties, feeling through the small patch of hair to find her damp pussy. I opened her lips and ran my fingers just along the inside of them. Her hand ran up my back and pressed my head into her breast as she groaned. I slipped her panties off her legs and kissed her belly button and worked up to her shoulders.

I pressed a finger into her pussy and nibbled along her shoulder and up her neck. Her pussy was very tight and her moisture felt cool on my finger as I pulled it out and pressed it in again. She moaned as I sucked on her neck and started rubbing her clit. I slowed my fingers to drag out her pleasure and felt her pussy get wetter and wetter. Before long her moans were loud and mixed with grunts and her hips started thrusting finike escort against my hand.

She began cumming hard and shaking harder still, her groans filled me with desire. My mouth covered hers and swallowed her moans as our tongues fought each other. By now I was harder than I had ever been and my cock was pressing through my trousers and briefs onto her side. I kept my fingers moving at a slow steady pace until she gently removed me. She rolled me onto my back and looked into my eyes, her pleasure was evident in the relaxation on her face.

“Your turn, scratch my back,” she whispered sexily. She kissed me deeply and quickly covered my chest in kisses as I began running my nails along her back. She looked lovingly into my eyes as I pulled off my trousers and lay back down wearing only my briefs. I pulled her to my side and rested my hand on her ass. She ran her fingernails over the outline of my cock and I grunted.

She leaned forward and kissed me deeply as her hand snaked under my underwear and cupped my balls. I moaned and sucked on her lips. She quickly took off my underwear and gripped my cock lightly and slowly began pumping it. I groaned and looked into her eyes with longing as she squeezed my balls and my cock. My moans increased as she slowed her pumping and my cock grew even harder. Before I knew it I felt my cum rising and moaned my imminent release. I was thrusting against her hand as I came all over my chest.

I reached for the tissues to wipe myself before I pulled the covers up around us, kissed her deeply one more time and fell asleep with her beautiful body tight against mine.

—

Finally it was my birthday. Unfortunately I had to get up and go visit my parents today as well. When I woke I gently kissed her until she woke up properly. As she opened her eyes, she squeezed me close to her and smiled. After making her breakfast and quickly getting dressed, I started packing some things. After a while, I looked over to see her in my bed grinning at me, still naked under my duvet. My cock was soon hard thinking about the naked beauty waiting in my bed. Before she knew what had happened I slid under the duvet to join her and was kissing her passionately.

“Couldn’t keep away huh?” she giggled as we parted.

“You bet,” I replied. I straddled her lap and kissed her neck. I slowly moved down to her breasts to find her nipples hard and waiting for my tongue. She moaned as the nipples grew harder in my mouth and she slid her hands into my briefs, taking out my hard cock. I rose up on my knees as she tugged on my cock harder and faster.

Before I knew it, I was cumming and she quickly pointed my erupting cock at her chest. I barely had time to wipe my cum off her before she grabbed my hand and pressed it onto her pussy. I let her adjust herself into a comfortable lying down position with her legs spread wide. She pressed my middle finger deep into her pussy and began fucking herself hard and fast. I leant over and gently bit her nipples.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Bite me,” she moaned as she increased the speed of my hand fucking her pussy. Finally, she held my finger deep into her pussy and came very hard.

She released me and I stroked her face and kissed her gently as she came down from her high. She smiled at me and I kissed her.

“Better get you dressed before this happens again,” I grinned. She grinned and reached for my dressing gown.

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“He’s a self-centered, egotistical, unattainable perfection-seeking, elitist, entitled, self-righteous asshole, that’s what he is,” Ava nearly shouted through the phone at her best friend Phoebe, who was trying to calm Ava down.

“Well, assuming I am none of those things, can you please stop shouting at me?” Phoebe replied.

Ava took a breath. “Sorry, Phoebs. He is just without a doubt the most frustrating person I’ve ever had the misfortune of working with.”

“If he’s so frustrating, why do you keep working with him?”

“Because possibly the most irritating thing about him is he’s actually good. Really, extraordinarily good. Our voices sound amazing together, and he makes me a better singer. I just wish he could do that without turning me into a psychotic ball of homicidal rage.”

Ava flopped onto the couch and looked forlornly out of her apartment window. She had moved to the big city about a year ago to try and make a career for herself as a singer. She never really dreamed of fame, as she hated to perform. But she did love to sing, and she could see herself becoming successful as a studio musician. She would get to work with amazing producers and musicians and not ever have to actually go on stage. The thought of performing in front of large groups of people made her sick to her stomach.

The apartment had been a gift from God, it seemed. It was her aunt’s, and she had recently decided to move to Europe to be with her new beau. She had agreed to rent it to Ava for an extremely reasonable price, given its location and size. It also came fully furnished, and Ava’s aunt had expensive tastes. It was a beautiful place with a great view, something which Ava had come to appreciate as a method for calming down. The windows were floor to ceiling overlooking the river, and Ava loved sitting in front of them at twilight, watching the city come to life. It had also given her the occasional view of couples in the twin building. She was sure these people thought that at this many stories up there was little to no chance of being seen, but Ava had been privy to more than a few live sex scenes.

She tried to order her thoughts as she looked out on the city skyline, reflected in the river many stories below. But every time she landed back on the reason she was so worked up, and she started to feel the rage bubble up again. She felt her jaw clench, and tried to take a few calming breaths.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Ava asked.

“No reason,” she responded quickly. Ava knew that wasn’t true.

“Spit it out, Phoebs.”

“Well,” she started slowly, “It just seems like you may be overcompensating.”

“Like, I really like him, but I’m just putting up this ‘hating him’ façade to fool others or myself, and one day we’re going to be in the middle of a heated argument and we’ll suddenly end up kissing passionately before he takes me right there on the piano?”

“Something like that.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “You watch too many movies, my friend.”

The next day, Ava was back in her voice coach’s studio. They were waiting, as usual, for Liam. Liam was the cause of the rant yesterday, as he had been on many other days. Her voice coach, Jolene, had suggested that they team up and they had been practicing together for about six months. Vocally, it was a match made in heaven. Liam’s rich baritone perfectly complemented Ava’s mezzo soprano voice, and they had many a passerby stop in just to listen to them rehearse. In terms of personality, however, Ava couldn’t think of anyone who was a bigger waste of space.

Ava had come from a working class background. Her parents weren’t poor, but they weren’t raking it in, either. Her father worked as a general manager at a restaurant and her mother was an elementary school teacher. She had three brothers, all older than she was. It meant that she was definitely the apple of her father’s eye, and he and her mother had made every effort to encourage her singing. Ava knew there had been sacrifices so that she could remain in lessons, and she appreciated it more then she was able to ever put into words. She was smart and had worked hard and eventually earned a scholarship to a prestigious university to study voice. While she was there, she had met her fair share of kids who had never had to worry about money. They were the ones with the nice cars, who partied every weekend because they could afford to retake a class they had been too drunk or hung-over to attend. Ava had taken a lot of teasing from those kids. Her focus had always been her schoolwork and her voice. She couldn’t afford to waste her time here; she had a scholarship to maintain. She got a job bartending at a local hangout to give herself some spending money, and had to spend every weekend being degraded by the same people who would ask her for her help studying once they realized how far behind they were. efeler escort She had been so relieved to graduate that she had almost cried.

But graduate she did, near the top of her class. A couple of weeks later, the opportunity came up to move here, and she had some connections from university who had put her in contact with her current voice coach. She had been lucky Jolene had decided to take her on, as she ran one of the most sought after voice studios in the city. Nothing made her feel more comfortable than singing. It was where she could relax and let go of everything. At least, until Liam entered the picture.

Liam represented everything she was glad to have escaped when she graduated. His family was very wealthy, so Liam had grown up having been given everything he ever wanted. He was the stereotypical rich kid, the one who walked with the swagger of someone who had everything but didn’t have to earn it. He was consistently late for rehearsals, he rarely practiced, and he wore a very annoying smirk on his face most of the time. He also loved to mock Ava for her roots, taking every opportunity to jab at her background.

Ava just returned every volley with as much venom as she could muster. She wanted to appear disinterested, like nothing he said bothered her, but he just got under her skin so quickly. He knew it too.

Finally he walked in, 15 minutes after practice was supposed to start.

“Everybody miss me?”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Like that’s possible.”

“Oh, come on, Berry. I know you secretly love me. Your little romantic heart is just waiting for a bad boy like me to sweep you off your feet.”

“You know, I may have underestimated just how delusional you are.”

“Your words hurt, Berry. On the inside.”

He had started calling her “Berry” during their first lesson together, supposedly after her strawberry blonde hair. If it was anyone else, she might have actually found it a little endearing. From Liam, she wanted to slap him every time he said it.

“If you only had a heart.”

“If you only had a brain.”

“I think we both know the reason we can’t ever get along is precisely because I have a brain. I’m not your type. You like ’em short, dark and stupid.”

“How did you know who I did last night? Are you following me?”

“Chalk it up to my impressive powers of deduction, or your limited options for sexual partners. Take your pick.”

“I think we both know I’ve never really lacked in the partner department, Berry.”

“Only because they don’t know you like I do, Princess.”

Jolene finally stepped in, clearing her throat. “I think enough time had been wasted for today. Let’s get on with it.”

After the lesson, Ava stayed behind to chat a bit with Jolene. Of course, the conversation soon turned to Liam.

“You know, you’re going to have to come up with some kind of coping strategy to deal with him.”

“I do have a strategy. Utter contempt and loathing.”

Jolene sighed. “Look, I know he’s not your cup of tea,” Ava gave an unladylike snort. “But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. There’s a concert coming up in about three months. It’s a big one, Ava. It’s for a huge non-profit, so there will be lots of publicity, celebrity endorsements, that sort of thing. They’ve asked me to contribute, and I recommended you and Liam.”

Ava was speechless for a moment. “But, I…”

“I know you hate performing in public. But this is going to be a great way to get yourself out there. You can’t work even as a studio musician if you have no connections. You and Liam are my best students, and your voices together are magic.”

Ava took a deep breath. She knew Jolene was right. She knew that even as a studio musician, there would still have to be occasional live performances.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in. What do you need from me?”

Jolene looked slightly abashed. “Well, this is why I mentioned a coping strategy. You’re going to have to spend a lot more time with him. You’re going to be performing four songs, all of which need to be learned and rehearsed ad nauseam. I’ll be working with you daily, except weekends.”

Ava gawked at her. “Daily?! I have to put up with that entitled jackass daily?”

“Just for a few months. Then you’ll be so busy with your super-hot career that you probably won’t even have time for me.”

Ava looked over her glasses at Jolene. “Please. Like that will ever happen. Have you talked to Liam about this?”

“A couple of days ago during his private lesson. He seemed pretty excited about it.”

“Of course he did.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Like he would pass up the opportunity to present himself as God’s gift to the world.”

Jolene reached out and put her hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Seriously. You’re going to need to change your mind about him, at least a little bit. If you don’t, you’re going to be too stressed out to perform, and he shouldn’t have that much control of your mind.”

Ava elbistan escort gave Jolene a hug. “Thanks, Jo. I appreciate the advice.”

When she left the classroom, Liam was waiting for her. “So, I hear we’re going to be spending a lot of time together.”

“So I’m told.”

He fell in step beside her as she walked. He was several inches taller than she was, something she didn’t find often given that she was just shy of six feet herself. The other really frustrating thing about Liam was that he was ridiculously good looking. When she had first met him, she had been a little dumbstruck. He had dark brown, almost black hair, which was always meticulously styled. It was slick but not immovable, very 1940’s old school glamour. His eyes were a shocking shade of blue. Dark hair with light eyes had always been a preference of Ava’s, so when he walked into that first rehearsal she had blinked a few times and tried her hardest not to stare at him. Then he had opened his mouth and any attraction had vanished almost instantly.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I know you’re actually really happy to have an excuse to see me every day.”

“Yeah, I’m super excited on the inside. Oddly enough, it feels very similar to nausea.”

“Strange, that’s not the usual effect I have on women.”

“You’d be surprised. Whether it’s sooner or later, I’m pretty sure they all eventually feel this way.”

“I doubt it. You know, Berry, you are a bit of an enigma to me.”

“Because I didn’t let you into my pants 15 minutes after meeting you?”

“I’m insulted. It takes me no longer then 10 minutes, tops. Oh my God, is this your car?”

They had reached what was indeed Ava’s car. It was a 1995 Toyota Corolla. Ava was instantly defensive.

“Yes, because this is what people who have to work for a living drive. If you think it’s such an eyesore, feel free to use your daddy’s money to buy me a new one.”

“I think I’ll save that money to spend on a girl who puts out. Have a good night, Berry. See you tomorrow.”

With a wink and a kiss, he turned and sauntered away. Ava glared at his retreating back for a moment, then got in her car and slammed the door. She took a few deep breaths to calm down. She had to figure out a way to keep Liam from getting to her like this, or the next few months were going to be hell. After she had cleared her head, she started the car. She did have to get to work; a bartending gig that paid pretty well when you counted the tips drunken guys would give to busty girls. A little flirting, a little batting of the eyelashes, and presto! A nice $50 tip.

It did gnaw at her that she was using her body to make money in a way, but she had decided a long time ago that a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. She actually liked the job. The girls she worked with behind the bar were great, and her boss, David, was really easy to get along with. He was also a total hottie. The one thing Ava had discovered since she moved to the city was an impressive sex drive. She had been a bit of a wallflower in university, not that she would have had the time to socialize if she had wanted to. Now that she was completely on her own, she had discovered that she really liked sex.

One of the reasons she had been a bit reserved was because of her body. Now she discovered that it was in no way a hindrance to her sex life. She was what most would consider “plus-size,” but she was fit and healthy. She ate well and worked out almost daily. She had grown to love her body, even if it wasn’t what would fit into the mould of traditionally beautiful. It was strong, and she discovered that it was confidence that attracted men to her, not wearing a size 2.

She and David had good chemistry, and she knew he was interested in her. He would keep her late after work so they were the only two people left to close up the bar. She didn’t really mind. He was fun to be around and was never pushy about wanting to be with her. One night, she got a bit carried away, and she and David had a rather hot and heavy makeout session in the bar. It hadn’t progressed past that, and she had apologized the next day, saying it was better for them to remain friends. She didn’t want to jeopardize the job, or their friendship. Still, she spent a fair amount of time at work fantasizing about having David turn her around and fuck her at his desk. The problem with so many of Ava’s fantasies was that, while within the realm of possibility, she was way too practical to act on them. She knew in her head that having sex with her boss was a massive mistake, so she made sure that she was more careful from that point on.

The next few weeks were difficult for Ava. Between work, the gym, and daily practices with Liam and Jolene, she was getting pretty run down. Because of this, her temperament had gone from its usual snarky but still fun to downright bitchy. In turn, her verbal sparring with Liam had taken a pretty nasty turn. Jolene had actually worked erciş escort with them separately a few times, because nothing was getting accomplished during their practice times. Finally during a session, it all came to a head.

“What the hell is your problem?” she yelled at Liam when Jolene stepped out of the room to take a call.

“What do you think? You are my problem. It’s insulting to have to lower myself to even working with you.” Liam yelled back, taking a step closer to Ava.

“Oh, poor little rich boy. Having to sully himself by rubbing up against the unwashed masses. That must be rough.” Ava sneered. Not one to back down, she stepped toward Liam.

“You’re a hack. Just some little no-talent who was able to sleep her way into a university voice program.”

Ava grit her teeth. “Better than buying my way in with Daddy’s money. You’ve never had to earn a thing in your lazy, useless life.” They were practically face to face at this point.

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

And then, just like Phoebe had said, Liam kissed her. He brought his lips to hers with force enough to hurt, roughly using his tongue to probe into her mouth. Before she could think about it, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. He reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her as close to him as possible. From there, she could feel his cock start to get hard and strain against his jeans.

Suddenly she came to her senses and pushed Liam away. He looked startled, as though he was also surprised at what had just happened. They stood there for moment, each of them breathing heavily. Just then Jolene walked back in.

“Oh, no blood. Excellent.” She walked over to the piano and sat down.

Ava was trying to get her thoughts together. What had just happened? Why had Liam kissed her? Even worse, why had she responded? She hated Liam. She really did, and yet, that had been a fantastic kiss. She would never admit to Phoebe that she may have been right, but it was possible that passion was passion.

Ava tried to clear her head. She didn’t want to have to tell Jolene what had just happened, and if she was lost in a daze for the rest of the lesson, Jo would definitely notice that something was wrong. It was still an awkward lesson. Liam stared at her for most of it but Ava was determinedly avoiding eye contact. She absolutely did not want to see some kind of self-satisfied smirk on Liam’s face, like he had won some kind of battle because she clearly wanted him in some way.

As soon as the lesson ended, Ava practically ran out of the room. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to go home, open a bottle of wine (although something stronger wasn’t out of the question), and relax. Thank God she had that evening off; she would have been useless at work. As soon as she walked through the door of her apartment, she started in on the wine. She ran herself a bath and lit some candles. As she sat in her tub with her glass, she really mulled the events of the afternoon over. As much as she wanted to put it out of her mind, she found she couldn’t. She knew she would have to deal with it somehow, as she was still working daily with Jolene and Liam. She decided the best thing to do was just to talk to Liam directly about it. She would tell him it was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment, and they would never be doing it again.

Once she reached that decision, she allowed herself a moment to think about the physicality of the kiss. It had been pretty damn good. She had always favored hard and rough over soft and sweet in terms of a sexual style. Liam also obviously knew what he was doing. When Liam had pulled her close, she could feel everything. She felt the hardness of his abs, the strength of his arms, not to mention his dick. That had felt pretty good, if she were honest with herself. She liked that Liam was aroused by her. She felt sure that this was against his better judgment, the same way it was with her.

She sighed as she got out of the tub. Honestly, it was a shame that she disliked him so much. She was betting he would be a pretty good time in bed. This also could really complicate things at the studio. She was hoping that Liam would behave like an adult about it. She wasn’t holding her breath.

Just as she was sitting down in her living room in her robe with a book, the doorbell rang. The building’s super had said he might drop by that night to check on a leak that Ava had complained about, so she got up and opened the door. There stood Liam.

“What are you doing here?” asked Ava. She was shocked to see him standing there, to say the least. “How did you get into the building? Someone has to buzz you in.”

“I came in with another tenant; I told him I had forgotten my keys in my place and my neighbor had a spare but he wasn’t answering.” Liam was already looking over her shoulder as he answered. “May I come in?”

Ava stepped aside reluctantly and waved him in. He walked over to the window and looked down, then turned around and gave the apartment what was clearly an appraising look. “This is a nice place you have. Great view.”

Ava hadn’t moved from the door, nor had she closed it. “Thanks. Now seriously, what are you doing here?”

“Not to sound too condescending, but how do you afford it?”

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When I brought up the idea that she was one of the woman in the pictures Shelly did not know what to say, I had caught her in her own game, but then she turned the tide on me. She told me it would not be wise to break the rules of client relations. I rebutted that the other woman was no longer a client she had dropped the case. Shelly nodded and agreed to ask her friend, the ex client if I could join them. I could see the worried look in her face.

Things seemed to calm down over the next few weeks at work, but at home I could sense a change, Susan was not herself she was nice and friendly. She had started to dress sexier showing her cleavage and a lot more leg then she had in the past. One night I even caught her walking around naked when I got home from work and even though I did not ask she explained she had just got out of the shower. I could see her hair was wet but why was she in the kitchen drinking wine? She walked up to me, kissed me and told me she was going to bed for the night, then turned and made her way upstairs.

I started to wonder what had changed to make Susan become so sexual. Then my mind flashed back to the pics of the file Shelly had brought me. No, it could not be, was Susan and Shelly having sex with each other also?

I could not sleep and left early for the office the next day. When I got there I looked for the file and could not find it. When Shelly came in I asked her where the file was and she went to find it. When she returned with the file I found that some of the pics seemed to be missing. When I asked why, she told me the client had asked for them to be returned. My suspensions grew deeper why would the client come get only some of the pictures and not take the complete file? I did not press the issue with Shelly.

A few nights went by and then Susan told me she was going to go out with her friends for the night, this was not odd she had gone out many nights with her friends before, but something seemed odd to me this time and I could not put my finger on it. When she left she gave me a huge hug and kiss, this was not normal she had always been so cold toward me when she went out before.

I decided to just fix a drink and go to bed to watch TV, then my phone rang and to my surprise it was Shelly. When I answered Shelly asked, “Did I catch you at a bad time, can you talk?”

I replied, “It’s ok, I can talk.”

“Can you get out tonight?” Shelly asked. I asked “Why, is something wrong?”

“No.” Shelly replied then went on to tell me that her friend had agreed to join us and for me to come over now. I was shocked at first then excited, I told Shelly that Susan had gone out with her friends for the night so I did have several hours free and I could be there in about fifteen minutes. I was so excited; I ran upstairs and took a quick shower then dressed and headed out the door. When I got to Shelly place I parked out of view then walked up to her door. I rang the bell once and waited, there was no answer, I went to press it again then I heard Shelly’s voice on the intercom, “Come in and lock the door behind you!” I did as she asked and walked in toward the staircase where I then saw Shelly at the top wearing a black and red bustier of which pushed her tits up with matching panties and stockings.

She looked down at me and said, “Fix us three drinks and come on up to the bedroom.” Then turned and walked away, I watched as she did and she looked so sexy. I fixed drinks and made my way up the steps to the bedroom only to find Shelly sitting alone on the bed, as I walked in she took two of the drinks and sat one on the stand beside the bed lifting the other to her red moist lips. She sipped the drink and I took a drink of mine also.

Shelly looked into my eyes and said, “This is only going to work if you agree to follow the rules we have for you and no questions asked!” I looked puzzled but nodded in agreement. She then proceeded to strip me down while kissing me all over slowly working me back onto the bed. She straddled me and then popping her tits from her bustier she merzifon escort whipped them in my face, I did not even feel her loop my hands until she raised up, that was when she pulled them to either bed post. She could see I was worried, but her smile calmed me as she worked her way down pulling my boxers off letting my cock spring free. She caught in her mouth and gave it a few quick sucks then moved down and tied my feet.

Now I was worried, I started to speak when Shelly cut me off saying, “My rules, you will stat tied and wear this blindfold while my friend and I pleasure each other on the bed and you also, Deal?” I nodded yes, and then Shelly said, “Say It!” “YES!” I said she had an evil grin on her face as she kissed me then putting the blindfold over my eyes very tightly. Then I felt Shelly climb off of the bed.

I could hear whispers across the room but could not make them out as to what they were saying, then I heard ice in the glasses, they must have gotten their drinks. I could hear them sip their drinks then set them down. Then Shelly spoke and said, “Relax, we will take it from here!” She brushed her hand along my body at least I thought it was her, then I felt more hands and heard lips smacking as in kissing. I could only imagine what I could not see from the sounds. They both rubbed their tits up and down my body and across my hard cock making it twitch each time they touched it. One of them even gave it a little lick and suck just to tease me even more.

I began to speak but Shelly cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips then she said, “I will be the only one allowed to talk, you can moan and groan if it feels good, but no talking!” I nodded yes in replay. She went on to say; “Now it is time to see if you know how to treat a woman and eat her pussy! We will each take turns setting on your face and you will lick us as we switch on and off till one of us cums, and I do not mean you! Do you understand?” I nodded yes.

I could feel the warmth of a body covering my upper torso then lower to my waiting mouth and tongue, not knowing who it was but I could tell she was ass first and facing my cock, I could not move my head much so I waited for her to lower herself so I could give her what she wanted. I noticed she was shaven bald and tasted so sweet, I did my best to please her, and then there was a switch. The same thing, she positioned herself the same way and also had a bald pussy. I licked and sucked as best I could be I was still restrained, yet neither one had cum.

Shelly spoke again, “I think you can do better then that!” I could feel one of then climb back on in the same position. I lapped away at her pussy feeling her juices rolling down my face and knew it was working, so I shifted my face just enough to get my tongue to her tight little asshole and licked it. She let out a squeal of delight and ground down harder onto my face so much so it began to get hard to breath. She lifted off and gushed all over my chest, she must have been fingering herself while I licked her tight little ass or maybe someone else was fingering her, I could not tell. All I knew was I was gasping for air, as was she and my chest was soaked with pussy cum.

I could feel them both leave the bed and heard them walk away it was quiet. It seemed like forever till they came back, but it was actually only a minute or two. I could hear them take a drink and then One of them lifted my head and brought a glass to my lips, I sipped it slowly so not to choke and drank it down. I felt who ever fed me the drink leave the bed then I heard Shelly say, “You need that didn’t you?” I nodded yes.

Shelly then said, “It’s time for us girls to play while you rest, but I will tell you what we are doing to keep you up n things.” OH hell, more teasing, how much more can I take?

Shelly tried to describe what was going on beside me on the bed as the two woman engaged in sex. I heard kissing and slurping then the bodies shifting and Shelly blurted out “69” and all I heard was muffed moans and groans. mezitli escort My mind went wild thinks of them finger fucking each other and clit licking. This went on for several minutes till I heard a loud “YES!” Then it was still, not knowing whom it was from.

More shifting of bodies and Shelly broke the silence, “Need another drink?” I nodded and she helped me raise my head and fed me the drink. She then said, “Now its time to fuck, my friend has just gotten into a strap-on harness with a large dildo attached to it, (there was a long pause), and she is going to fuck me with it!” I felt Shelly position herself across my chest with her knees on one side and hands on the other, her tits were atop my abs and chest, I could feel the bed move as her friend moved in behind her.

Even thought I could not see, I knew Shelly had taken the strap on deep into her wet pussy by the sound of her moans and the movement of the bed, slowly at first then they began to fuck harder. Shelly’s tits were beating back and forth across me as she was pumped from behind with the strap on. My cock was rock hard and ready to blast, it was then I felt a hand take me in hand and stroked my cock in rhythm with the trusts, I was ready to cum and so was Shelly. The hand that was stroking me released my cock (to my dismay) then I heard Shelly start to scream out loud, “YES fuck me bitch, and fuck me hard!”

I could not hold it back anymore my cock began to spurt uncontrollably into the air and where it landed I was not sure nor did I care. It must have set them both off; the girls came together in a torrent of sexual screams of which I have never heard before. Shelly collapsed on top of me and I could feel her friend shift herself off to the side. It did not take long as Shelly told her friend, “Lick his cum off us now!” I felt the weight shift on the bed and then her hot breath as she licked up the cum. Shelly proved that she was in control.

After a few minutes Shelly said, “I think he needs a rest.” And I did my arms and legs wore stiff and sore from being bound so long. I heard some whispers then a door close, then the ties wet cut to free my arms and legs. I slowly reached up to my mask then stopped, I did not know who was in the room with me so I played the game. “Shelly.” I asked, “Are you there?” “Yes.” She replied. “May I take my mask off?” I asked. I felt her hand move up across my body and slid the mask off my eyes. It took several minutes to adjust to the light even thought it was dim candlelight.

Shelly kissed me and told me I deserved a break before we went on. The look of shock on my face made her laugh. “Go on?” I asked. Shelly just smiled and led me to the bathroom to shower and revitalize. When we got there we found two fresh drinks waiting for us, I did not even think how they got there till later. Shelly and I took our drinks gulping them down then stepped into the shower together.

As we soaped each other up and enjoyed the warm relaxing water I knew I had to be the killjoy I told her that after the shower I had to go, she just glared at me. I said, “I don’t know when Susan would be home and she expects me to be there.” Shelly giggled as she cupped my balls smiling then said, “Don’t worry, and tell her you went out with the boys for a few beers.” It sounded good to me. We played in the shower a bit more then stepped out, and that was when I saw two more fresh drinks set out for us. I asked Shelly, “Is your friend still here and did she bring the drinks?” Shelly just smiled and toweled us both off then handed me one of the drinks as she walked into the bedroom with hers still naked. Her ass looked so round and firm I loved to watch her walk away.

When I walked back into the bedroom I noticed that the bed looked as if the sheets were just changed, tight and folded back. Shelly was sitting on the edge of the bed as I walked up and she put her arms around my waist pulling me to her in a hug, and then asked, “Are you ready for more?” She cupped my balls and felt my cock and knew I was midyat escort ready.

Then she brought out the blindfold again from behind her, and she could see the displeasure in my face. Shelly set my drink on the stand next to the bed then took my hand and led me to the middle of the bed saying, “Trust me!” Shelly had me kneel down sat me with my feet folded under my ass then placed the blindfold on my eyes again. Shelly then told me that we were going to play a touching game, both girls were going to lay down on the bed, one on either side of me on their backs and I was to use one hand on each of them at the same time, touching them and exploring them.

I felt the bed move as Shelly and her friend position themselves on the bed. I could feel the warmth of their bodies next to me, so I reached out my hands and brushed against their bodies placing my palms flat against their stomachs. I did my best to work both hands like a mirror image working my way up to find warm hot tits. Even though their tits were different size and firmness I worked them with equal pleasure. I moved my hand down lower gliding along stopping to play with the belly button then went lower toward the pussy. I stopped just above hearing one of them moan softly then teasingly slid my hand down the thigh and down the leg. I worked my way slowly down as far as I could reach without losing my balance then worked back up the other leg, this time I went for the gold. My fingers found that both women had wet pussies and I knew how to deal with that, rubbing the lips and finding the open hole I slid two fingers into each of them at the same time. They both gasped then steeled into a soft moan. I finger fucked them both for several minutes until my hands and arms got tired then slowly pulled out. I could hear they disapproved, and then there were some whispers and a shifting of the bed. I was not sure what was going on. Then Shelly said, “Go on.” And that was all. I moved my hands outward to find them and as I touched their bodies I knew they were on all fours. Moving my hands atop their backs I started to massage them, they both grabbed my hands at the same time and moved them to where they wanted them.

I got the idea right away and worked my magic on their pussies stuffing my fingers in their wet holes and even managed to work my thumbs into their tight little assholes. This set them both off as they bucked harder and harder, it almost seemed like a race to see who would cum first. My arms began to feel the strain so I repositioned myself for better thrust and that did it, they both started to wail and scream as they came I could not tell who went first nor did I care.

No more had I pulled my fingers from their wanting pussies then I felt one of them work their way in front of me and the other behind. The one behind gripped my cock and stroked it a few times rubbing it with lube, the she helped line me up with a tight little asshole of the one in front of me, I pushed in. I let the feeling adjust then pushed deeper. It was then I felt the one behind me move around on the bed and then I heard slurping sounds.

My cock was deep in one woman’s ass while she licked the other one’s pussy, now just how great was that? But who was who I was still blindfolded.

She worked her ass on my cock and reached back under herself to rub her clit as I pumped her. This woman really loved anal, so I did my best to make it the best for her going slow then faster. And it did not take long, as I heard the screams of pleasure, but from which one I could not tell. I could not stop myself and shot my load deep into her ass. We both slowly slid down into a spoon position as my cock slide out.

It was then I felt someone slide up behind me, I felt a hand upon my face then slowly removing my mask. I blinked several times trying to clear my eyes to focus, and then my jaw dropped. It was Susan my wife that was in my arms and the one I had just ass fucked so well, I was in shock to say the least. Shelly climbed on top of us and began kissing us both.

Come to find out, Susan and Shelly were fucking each other before Shelly took the job at the office and all of this was their plan to get me to join them and I made it easier during the party at Shelly’s. We had a great relationship from then on have sex all the time, sometimes one on one and sometimes all three of us.

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Stephanie, 45, is the owner of a small but successful catering business serving mostly upscale clients. After several years of participating in all aspects of the business, and working an outrageous and exhausting schedule in the process, she now has a capable staff that allows her to spend more time running the business instead of letting it run her. Stephanie is striking. She’s voluptuous but fit. She stands 5-7, weighs about 140 pounds, and has measurements of 38-28-39 with a 32F bra size. A brunette, her hair hangs to about her shoulder blades. Her eyes are hazel. She’s been married to Zach, 48, for 21 years. They have a son, Hunter, who is 18. Stephanie and Zach are happily married, but they have their ups and downs like most couples.

Adam, 25, and his brother run a coffee shop they opened about a year ago in a recently gentrified section of town. Adam has been an avid soccer player since he was a youngster, and played on school teams in high school and college, where he studied business. He continues to play local club soccer, working it around his busy schedule, and has kept his athletic body remarkably fit. He stands 5-10, weighs about 145 pounds and has dark blonde hair that he often wears a little shaggy. His penis is circumcised and is a little more than 8 inches long at full erection. Adam has been dating Alicia, 25, for several years. They have discussed living together.

———-

The phone was ringing when Stephanie, Zach and Hunter arrived home from dining out. They still had a landline, one of those vestiges of home that Stephanie and Zach still liked. In fact, several other families in the old-school, close-knit neighborhood had landlines, so chances were good this call was from a neighbor.

“Hello?” Stephanie said as Zach and Hunter filed past her. “Hi, Adam. … Yes. We just got home. … Yeah, he’s here. Just a sec.”

Stephanie held up the phone as Hunter turned around, took it from her, sat down at the kitchen table and began chatting. Stephanie and Zach went upstairs and began their evening rituals, changing clothes and going their separate ways for a couple hours until bedtime. In sweatpants, a T-shirt and slippers, Stephanie went back downstairs to her cozy home office to catch up on email and look over her schedule for the rest of the week.

She could hear Hunter talking on the phone, but could only make out a few words here and there. A few days ago she suggested Hunter, who was still trying to decide on a college, give Adam a call. There already was a connection. Adam’s family lived a couple of blocks away, and Stephanie and Zach were friends of Adam’s parents. When Hunter was 11, he started playing soccer, on a local youth team coached by Adam, who was well-known around the neighborhood as a smart, friendly and polite young man.

Hunter liked soccer, and was coached by Adam on various teams over the years, but eventually he developed other interests and stopped playing at around the time Adam went off to college. They’d remained friends, but not close friends. Like Hunter, Adam was a good student and had fully embraced everything about college life, from the academics to the extracurriculars.

Stephanie looked up from her desk about an hour later and heard Hunter wrapping up the conversation. She then heard him walking upstairs to his bedroom. She was happy Hunter and Adam had such a long talk, and she made a mental note to follow up with Hunter in the morning.

It was getting closer to bedtime, so Stephanie shut down her laptop and began to organize a few things on her desk. Finished, she paused, leaned back in her chair and exhaled, but she wasn’t quite ready to go upstairs.

In the silence she began to flash back to memories of Hunter’s soccer days, how much she enjoyed taking him to practice, watching his matches, seeing how much fun he was having. It was a great experience for him, and for Stephanie and Zach as proud parents.

Soon, however, Stephanie’s thoughts drifted to Adam. It was as if she was having a delayed reaction to hearing his voice on the phone earlier.

First and foremost, she liked Adam and how good he had been for Hunter over the years, perhaps even a bit of a role model as a good student and a decent young man. She’d enjoyed her conversations with Adam, who struck her as warm, intelligent, compassionate, and perhaps even a bit sensitive.

There had been plenty of times after practice when Stephanie and Adam would chat while Hunter packed up his gear and mingled with his teammates for a while. Or sometimes, when practice drills were being run by an assistant coach, Adam would wander over and engage in longer conversations. He was polite and attentive to the other parents as well, but Stephanie began to feel there was something different about the way Adam interacted with her.

Some of their conversations over the course of the season were super casual. Others had a bit more depth. Stephanie remembered feeling flattered when Adam began asking her for advice about situations lefkoşa escort with his girlfriend. He seemed very open about his feelings, yet not in such a way that made him seem less masculine. There was an intelligence to their conversations that both of them seemed to enjoy.

She missed those chats during the offseason, when she rarely saw Adam or heard anything about him from Hunter.

Stephanie had wondered if Adam was attracted to her. At first she thought perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable talking about relationship issues with his mother. Yet she also detected a certain happiness in his eyes, voice and manner when they spent time together. Adam had never crossed a line, however. In fact, he’d never said anything remotely inappropriate.

Yes, Stephanie had seen him glancing at her breasts, but she didn’t really think anything of it at the time. His girlfriend, Alicia, was lean and athletic with small breasts, so he probably was just curious. And, unfortunately, men eyeing her breasts had been part of Stephanie’s life since she was young. She never really got used to it, but she was confident in herself and her body. There were far more important things to worry about than trying to keep track of the glances.

For a long time, Stephanie had zero thoughts about Adam as anything other than her son’s soccer coach and one of the many people who were part of the tight-knit neighborhood. Then one day when she went to pick up Hunter from practice, she saw Adam out on the pitch with the team, participating in its scrimmage and drills.

He was shirtless. He was sweaty. Stephanie noticed the way his body moved, forcefully and athletically yet gracefully. She noticed the muscles in his legs, his back, his chest, shoulders and arms. She noticed the way his torso tapered nicely into his shorts. For the first time, she saw him as a man. A desirable man.

Of course, Stephanie knew about Alicia, who also happened to be at practice that day, watching from the other side of the pitch. As practice ended, Stephanie watched Adam run to her. She saw them smile at one another. She saw Alicia’s hands on his sweaty chest as they shared a brief kiss.

Then there was a moment that only heightened Stephanie’s newfound curiosity about Adam. As she spoke with Hunter, she could see Adam and Alicia were now in the middle of the pitch, holding hands as they spoke with a couple of other players. Then she saw Adam look toward her and Hunter. She saw his expression change. She saw him drop Alicia’s hand and take a step toward her and Hunter. For a few seconds, her eyes and Adam’s eyes connected …

Then Alicia called for Adam. He turned, went back to her side and rejoined the conversation. A few seconds later, however, his gaze returned to Stephanie. She smiled and waved. He waved back. Stephanie hesitated before finally walking with Hunter back to her car.

The moment had passed, but the seeds had been planted in Stephanie’s mind.

That night she woke up in the wee hours, with Zach snoring loudly next to her. She tried to piece together fragments from the dream she just snapped out of, but the images remained frustratingly vague.

She wondered if the dream was about Adam, who had been on her mind off and on since the glance they shared just a few hours ago. Actually, it had been more than a glance, she decided. She interpreted it as a message that she had been on his mind. She was curious as to why.

Maybe he only wanted advice or a friendly chat. Maybe he wanted to be near her physically in a way that he hadn’t quite figured out, perhaps somewhere between the warmth of a special friendship and the heat of something much more intense.

Stephanie had rarely fantasized about other men, much less younger men, beyond the innocent acknowledgement that someone was handsome or sexy. But as she lay there in the dark next to her snoring husband, her mind began to race.

She thought back to that kiss Adam and Alicia had shared, how it was short but affectionate. She wondered what Alicia felt as she put her hands on Adam’s sweaty body. Did she always put her hands there, knowing that even if it was for just a instant it would be felt and enjoyed by Adam? She wondered if Adam experienced any arousal in that moment.

Stephanie’s mind raced ahead. What happened after Adam and Alicia left? Did they go home and shower together? She pictured their naked bodies under the streams of water, Alicia’s hand gently holding Adam’s penis as they kissed. Did they have sex? Stephanie saw Alicia on her back, legs apart in the air, as Adam drove himself into her repeatedly. She saw his firm nude body, the way his hips moved as he thrust, the way his bare ass tightened. She could hear Alicia’s moans soon joined by his as he ejaculated inside her.

Stephanie resisted the urge to touch herself and eventually went back to sleep. In the morning as she showered, more images burst vividly in her mind. Adam slipping out of bed, his morning erection lüleburgaz escort swaying and bouncing. Adam nude in the bathroom as he shaved and brushed his teeth. Adam quietly getting dressed in the dark as Alicia slumbered. Adam giving her a soft kiss as he left for work.

Later in the day, when Stephanie had a few moments to herself, the visions continued. Only she had replaced Alicia with herself, and Adam was always nude. That evening, when she arrived home to an empty house and knew it would be that way for at least another hour, she masturbated to thoughts of Adam. Her glorious orgasm soon gave way to feelings of guilt, however, and her fantasies about him were mostly shelved.

Now, alone in her home office, the images and fantasies were starting to bubble again. After a few moments of reflection, however, she decided to go to bed. As she turned out the lights and walked into the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror where she often did a “final check” before heading out the door for the day.

Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her T-shirt. She pulled up her shirt, teased and pinched her nipples for a few moments before pulling the shirt down and going upstairs.

The next morning, Stephanie asked Hunter about his conversation with Adam.

“It was good,” Hunter said. “He gave me a lot of stuff to think about. We’re going to meet up and talk some more soon.”

“That’s great,” Stephanie said. “Adam’s always seemed like a good guy.”

“Yep,” Hunter said as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went outside.

As the next few days passed, Stephanie became immersed in work as well as some social obligations with Zach. When Saturday finally rolled around, the usual weekend routine was more than welcomed. After a day of minor chores and errands, Stephanie and Zach decided to cook out even though the late-spring evening was turning cool. As Zach prepared the grill and drinks, Stepanie went upstairs to change clothes for a quick trip to the supermarket.

Stephanie slipped out of her track pants and into a pair of jeans and an old pair of sneakers. She tucked her tight white T-shirt into the jeans and zipped up the fleece jacket she’d worn all day, adequately concealing the fact that she was braless.

The supermarket wasn’t all that crowded and Stephanie made her purchases in good time. As she walked past the other checkout lines on her way to the exit, she felt a surge of recognition. Adam was just finishing up at the self-checkout line.

Stephanie was suddenly conflicted. Say hello? Or pretend I don’t see him? She was almost to the door. It had to be a split-second decision.

She fixed her eyes on Adam, who was wearing track pants with a matching jacket over a T-shirt. She saw him look up, saw him recognize her, saw his eyes change, saw his smile. She realized she was smiling as well. She slowed down as he stepped out of the self-checkout area holding a small bag of items.

“Wow,” he said. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. How have you been?”

“I’m great,” Stephanie said. “How are you, Adam? Catching up on a little shopping?”

“Yeah,” Adam said, holding up his bag. “Flying solo this weekend. Alicia flew out to visit her mom, so it’s microwave burritos for me tonight.”

“Alicia does all your cooking?” Stephanie asked with a wink.

“Oh no, but we eat a lot better when we’re together, or we go out,” Adam said. “These are kind of a guilty pleasure. Just didn’t feel like pizza again tonight, as crazy as that sounds. What about you?”

“Zach’s firing up the grill,” Stephanie said, holding up her two bags, “but we needed some things to put on it.”

They walked outside and continued the conversation, pausing on the sidewalk.

“I’m so glad I ran into you,” Adam said.

“Really?” Stephanie said. “Why?”

“I wanted to thank you for having Hunter call me,” Adam said. “I was flattered and honored that you thought of me.”

Stephanie was happy to be experiencing Adam’s charm, politeness and presence again.

“Well,” she said, “I’m flattered that you were flattered, but I knew you could offer some perspective he’s not going to get from old people like me.”

Adam frowned.

“Who’s he talking to?” he asked. “Because you’re certainly not old.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said with a smile. “Maybe I should have said ‘older people’ instead.”

“There you go,” Adam said. “But I’m also happy to see you because I miss seeing you at the pitch.”

A wave of warmth coursed through Stephanie. Adam didn’t really seem to be flirting, but he was headed in that direction.

“Yeah,” she said. “I miss watching Hunter play soccer. I mean, he’s very happy and focused, and he stays active, but I know he really loved those days and being part of a team and those kinds of things.”

“He was one of those kids who just fit right in. Everybody really liked him,” Adam said. “And it was so great that you were there. magosa escort I know you’re super busy, but you always showed up. The other parents … “

“Well, everyone’s so busy these days. It’s tough to be a great parent,” Stephanie said. “But you really created a great atmosphere. You should be very proud of how you handled everything. I know lots of other parents appreciated you as much as I did.”

Adam seemed genuinely touched and a little embarrased. His face began to redden just a bit. He looked so adorable and so desirable in that moment, Stephanie thought.

“I know you have to get back home,” Adam said. “But I was wondering if maybe you would like to have coffee with me sometime? I really miss our conversations. I know you’re busy, and it seems like I’m always busy too …”

He paused.

“And, hey,” he said, “I do own a coffee shop, so I can get us some great coffee pretty cheap.”

She laughed, a feeling of relief arriving to tamp down her sudden arousal.

“That’s right! I’m so sorry I haven’t stopped by your shop. I’ve heard great things,” Stephanie said. “To answer your question, yes, I would love to visit your shop and have some coffee with you.”

“Fantastic,” Adam said. “Do I have your cell number?”

Without hesistation, she gave it too him and watched him punch it into his phone. It was almost dark.

“Well,” Stephanie said, “I really gotta run. It was great to see you.”

“It was great to see you, too,” Adam said, stepping forward.

Stephanie was a little surprised that he was going to hug her, but she went with it. It was brief and a little awkward.

As she stepped back, a breeze gently blew open her fleece, which she had unzipped while in the store. For just an instant, the curves of her braless breasts and the outline of her nipples were fully visible before the breeze subsided and the fleece fell back into place.

As they said goodbye and walked to their respective cars, she wondered if Adam had noticed.

Stephanie backed out of her parking space and began to pull away. She glanced up to see Adam walking from the back of his SUV to the driver’s door. He was partially illuminated by a streetlight near his parking space.

Stephanie gasped. Adam was erect, his penis bulging against the fabric of his track pants and jostling slightly as he moved. He didn’t seem to see her as he opened the door and hopped into his front seat. Then he looked up and waved as Stephanie drove past.

The moment lasted only a few seconds, but the image was seared into Stephanie’s mind.

Her heart was racing as she drove away. She was overwhelmed with feelings of arousal, lust, shock. But as she got closer to home she realized it wasn’t about seeing Adam’s striking bulge. It was everything that led up to that moment. The innocent flirtations going back a few years now. The occasional longing. The occasional fantasies about Adam and his girlfriend. The occasional fantasies about Adam naked.

Seeing Adam so completely aroused, and in such a dramatic fashion, was simply the moment that brought everything into focus. It confirmed a mutual attraction. Perhaps it was simply a carnal mutual attraction, and perhaps it would go no further. She only knew that a page had been turned and there were so many possibilities in the next chapter.

Stephanie glanced at the time as she arrived home. She wasn’t as late as she thought she might be. Zach was relaxing on the patio with a beer. The fire on the grill was still flaming up a bit. She walked out and gave him a quick kiss and they went inside to begin preparing the meal together, as they so often did.

Hunter was out with some friends, but his absence didn’t really mean anything for Zach and Stephanie. They didn’t see it as an opportunity to be intimate or even romantic. It would be a quiet, pleasant evening, and nothing more. They had a nice conversation and a couple of laughs, but Stephanie’s mind kept drifting away to think about her brief encounter with Adam at the supermarket, the feelings she was experiencing, the vivid memory of his arousal.

The next morning, Zach and Hunter decided to go play golf. Stephanie lingered in bed, her mind racing again. She began touching herself, closing her eyes and letting her hands roam softly. After taking herself close to the edge she slipped out of bed and out of her clothes. She reached into her secret hiding place in her closet and found her favorite glass dildo, which had gone unused for quite some time. In the bathroom, she paused to look at her magnificent body in the mirror, the glass phallus in her hand.

Her self-pleasure intensified in the shower, with the steam, the sound of the water, and the feel of the water accompanying the dildo and her fingers. Her mind was free-flowing with erotic images, but as the dam was about to burst and her orgasm was about to erupt, a new and striking visual detonated: Adam’s track pants being pulled down and his erection springing free. Stephanie’s moan echoed off the tile and glass of the shower as orgasm tore through her with an intensity she hadn’t experienced in ages.

The days that followed held more of the same thoughts and fantasies, but at a significantly reduced volume. Life, work and everyday routine intruded. Other thoughts emerged as well.

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It’s a game we play you and I. Two people, so comfortable in each other’s arms and, with each other’s thoughts, pretending to be complete strangers. What is to come, a complete mystery. The only thing predetermined is the location and approximate time. Today, as always, we arrive separately. This time, it’s the grocery store.

Our eyes first meet in of all sections, produce. I nonchalantly raise an cantaloupe to my nose, testing its ripeness, its readiness. You flash a mischievous half grin and run your fingers up and down one of the cucumbers in front of you. I die laughing, but keep it on the inside. I suppose I deserved that for picking such an obvious innuendo. No, our encounter will not begin that easily. I regain my composure, turn my back, and walk away.

Soon, the mundane nature of grocery shopping takes over and I find myself absent-mindedly browsing the aisles. Ramen noodles give me flash backs of college as I recall steak being a total luxury. In fact, the noodles back then were even generic. Makes me laugh to think about it now. We meet again, finding ourselves walking in the opposite direction down the same aisle. Glances and nods are exchanged but nothing more.

I find my shopping being placed on the back burner. I walk up and down the edge of the store looking down each aisle. If I happen to catch sight of you, there is always an excuse to join you. Something on each shelf is completely necessary. It’s not you I’m after. Our looks begin to linger a little longer with each encounter.

I have already surveyed your left hand. The absence of a ring lets me know you’re available. The charade has completely taken over by now. I find myself trying to build up the courage to ask for your number. I never do. Only glance, smile, and continue my shopping.

Then, melikgazi escort the totally unplanned happens. I’m kneeling at the end of an aisle looking at spaghetti ingredients when you round the corner and I find myself eye level and mere inches from your waist. I inhale deeply hoping to steal a sample of your perfume, and perhaps your arousal. Perfume is all that is detected, but a 6th sense allows me to know the other is present as well. I stand, our eyes lock, and I stumble over my words. “Excuse me.”, is all I can mutter and once again walk away.

I finally find myself in the checkout line. I look over to find you have decided to check out as well. I quickly inventory your basket and it seems as if we’ve shared a shopping list. “Great minds.”, pops into my head and begin to stack my items on the conveyor belt behind the divider placed by the gentleman in front of me. Soon, the last beep is heard, my items are bagged, and I pay and head out to my car.

I watch you as you wheel your basket across the parking lot and catch you looking back at me. I have given up any hopes of getting to know you better. Perhaps we’ll meet here again one day. Then, just as I’m fumbling for my keys, I feel a pair of hands bracket my waist. I twist as your arms come together around my back and pull me in until our lips crush one another with urgency. My unguided shopping cart wobbles aimlessly until it comes to rest against a parking curb. There is something about a woman being sexually aggressive that makes me instantly hard. I savor the moment only briefly. I pull back and fumble once again in my pocket for my keys. Once my door is unlocked, I reach behind me and open the door.

A controlled fall finds us in the front seat of my car. I scoot the seat menemen escort back as far as possible and lower the back while twisting around until I am on top of you. Though I’m in a position of power, you’re the one who’s totally in control. Our lips meet again, this time gently, teasingly. I kiss the lower corner of your bottom lip and place gentle kisses until I’ve made the entire circumference of your full lips. Gentle teasing with my tongue coaxes yours out. Soon, our kisses are as urgent as the first.

I kiss my way down to your neck and nibble up and down your neck taking time to suckle on your ear lobes. I feel your breathing become more labored as I kiss further down into your cleavage and unbutton your shirt kissing lower as each bit of flesh is exposed. You’ve worn a front clasp bra. I too have prepared for this encounter. Earlier in the day a well placed shot from a bb gun as darkened this portion of the parking lot. Enough dim light trickles through the windows to illuminate your perfect breasts as my mouth lowers taking each nipple between my lips and teasing with the tip of my tongue. Knowing we’re not in total privacy, my journey hastens down across your stomach until I have reached my goal.

A few more buttons undone reveals your panty covered mound. I dive in and kiss and lick through the cotton coaxing whimpers and moans which seem to come from deep within your throat. As I look up, you see my mouth totally covering you. My eyes request permission and you nod letting me know it’s okay to go further. You raise your butt off my car seat as I pull your skirt along with your panties up and over your knees but not completely off. A quick re-robe may be in order.

I feel your knees draw up; Your skirt and panties, now behind my meram escort head, pull me toward you once again. My tongue extends to meet your glistening petals. It delves inside and back up finding your clitoris. I can feel the little nub stiffen as the tip of my tongue glides across it. It seems to come out further, reaching for me as I reach for it. I run my hands up and down your thighs as I probe. Finally, I bring my hands up and hold you open so my lips and tongue have full access to your now dripping sex.

I feel your entire body tense and shudder as I hit the right spots, moving off of them briefly to allow the anticipation build within you. Soon however, my lips purse your clit and do not let go. My tongue flicks across and back and forth until your moans become muffled screams. I can faintly hear you begging me to stop but I do not listen. I am trapped in my own little world which is inhabited only by my mouth and your beautiful pussy. Without warning, your thighs clamp around my head as your body tenses and raises off the seat. I know my tongue has delivered intense pleasure throughout your entire body simply by flicking one tiny portion of your anatomy. The control seems to have returned to my court. There is nothing better than bringing a woman to such an intense climax.

I open my door and step out allowing you some privacy while you re-dress. An unnecessary gesture perhaps having just been so intimate. You step out of the car, thank me with a quick peck on the lips and disappear into the darkness.

On my way home, I catch sight of you in my rear view mirror. I do believe you’re following me. I begin thinking to myself that this evening just keeps getting better and better. Then, without warning, you turn. I feel the slight pains of disappointment but soon find myself back at home putting up my groceries. I can’t help but grin ear to ear as I pull one of the cantaloupes out of my bag remembering our minutes old tryst.

I resign myself to watch some television before bed and begin mindlessly changing channels. Soon, a knock at the door.

I smile…

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I would rather have been somewhere else, anywhere else, but definitely not trudging along the side of this road in the pouring rain. I’d left Montreal an hour earlier and was now heading south on Highway 15, making for the US border at Blackpool, Quebec. If I was very, very lucky, I’d get a lift before I got to the border, which would make the crossing that much easier, at least, that’s what I’d thought an hour ago. Now I was just dripping wet and moving on automatic pilot. As I heard a vehicle come, my arm, with thumb extended, would swing out until it had passed, and would then swing back down, all without breaking stride.

Another half an hour passed before a bright red Kia Rio with New York plates pulled in to the side of the road in front of me, right blinker flashing. I increased my pace, opened the passenger door and practically dived in, out of that miserable rain. “Thanks for stopping,” I gasped “I’ve been feeling more and more like a drowned rat for several miles now. I’m heading for Boston, but anywhere south of here will be just fine.”

The driver, a very pretty woman of about my own age, with long black hair, smiled at me, “I can take you as far as Swanton, Vermont. You can pick up Interstate 89 there, that’ll take you south to Interstate 93, then Boston. Too easy.”

We settled back into the ride, crossed the border with no problem and introduced each other. I’m Ritchie, a twenty-two year old grad student at McGill in Montreal, studying psychology, but on a sabbatical for a year to get my bearings. Sue, who lived in New York, had inherited a house just outside Swanton from her grandparents, and as it was on Lake Champlain, had taken a year off work to just relax in the country.

It wasn’t far to Swanton, but by the time we got there it was not only beginning to get dark, but was raining harder than ever, simply bucketing down. “That settles it!” exclaimed Sue. “Unless you have a good reason not to, you’re coming to stay with me tonight, and I’ll drive you to the 89 on-ramp first thing tomorrow morning. I have a spare room and you’re very welcome to use it, if that’s alright with you?”

“It is as long as it doesn’t put you out, or cause you any problems.” I replied eagerly. “The thought of getting back out into this was beginning to worry me.”

“You won’t cause me any problems, Ritchie. I live a little more than a mile outside the village, far enough that no-one will see us. And in any case, what business is it of theirs!”

“As long as it’s alright then I welcome your offer, Sue. I can’t believe how nasty it is out there. I don’t want to be there!” I replied with a laugh.

The house turned out to be a beautiful, one-story cottage, on the east bank of Lake Champlain, right on the water. We pulled into the drive, I leaped out to open the garage door, hey I was already soaked through, and Sue drove in. I found the light switch, turned it on and closed the door, shutting out the hammering rain. We entered the cottage through the door from the garage, by which time I was shivering almost uncontrollably. My last dash through the rain had made me realize just how cold I really was, and I needed to get warm quickly before hypothermia set in.

“Sue, I have to have a shower. Is your hot water system on?”

“It should be.” she replied. “the bathroom’s first door on the left, I’ll get you a couple of towels.”

The bathroom was larger than I’d expected, with a tub and, hallelujah, a separate shower. I took my rucksack in with me for clean, dry clothes, stripped off my cold, wet clothes, turned on the shower with shaking hands and within minutes was standing, still shivering, in a drenching spray of hot water which filled the room with steam

I heard the door open. “Ritchie!” Sue called through the wall of steam. “I’ve left a couple of towels on the sink and there’s a robe hanging behind the door. Don’t hurry. I’ve turned the furnace on and the heat’s coming up.”

I stayed in the shower for about half an hour and by the time I came out was red and wrinkled. But warm! The towels were thick, the robe a thick terry towel and delightfully comfortable. I was back in the land of the living!

Sue was right, the central heating had made the cottage comfortable and livable, and she had lit a fire that was crackling in the grate, beginning to throw out waves of heat, so when I entered the living area, I collapsed into an oversize recliner and stretched out, still bothered by the odd shiver, I had been so chilled. The shower hadn’t cleared my chill completely, and in spite of the warmth of the living room, it would take a while until I was totally warm.

“I bet a hot chocolate would go down well, about now, Ritchie!” exclaimed Sue, as she came up to me with two steaming mugs. I took one, curls of steam rising from it, while Sue placed hers on the end table between my chair and a second recliner, in which she sat. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels and poured a healthy slug into each kocasinan escort mug. “I didn’t ask, but you look as if you need it.” she grinned.

I sipped my chocolate and felt the warmth spreading down inside me and all around my body. “Sue, that was a life saver.” I smiled at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so cold, and living up here, I’ve been cold a lot of times.”

“What on earth made you hitchhike in this weather, and so late in the day?” asked Sue.

“Today was my last day of classes.” I replied. “They didn’t finish until noon so by the time I’d had something to eat, gotten over the Champlain bridge and down to Highway 15, it was getting on for three. And then it started to rain, and rain, and rain. There was no shelter so I just had to stand there and suck it up. When you stopped, I was just about at the end of my rope. You have no idea how grateful I was, and am.”

“You’re very welcome, Ritchie. I just couldn’t bear to see you standing there in the pouring rain, dripping.” Sue had been watching me as we spoke and appeared to be liking what she saw, liking it very much. I’m one meter eighty-eight tall, eighty-two kilos, blue eyed, blond haired, clean shaven and am considered not bad looking.

I, meanwhile, had been sneaking glances at Sue since I came in from the shower, and now that I was back in the land of the living, was noticing just what a beautiful woman she was, dressed, as she was, in a tight, pale blue polo shirt and faded jeans. The black hair and pretty face I had noticed earlier, but her petite size, about one meter sixty, slim build, and what looked like B-cup breasts had not registered Now they did, and despite my best efforts I felt a stirring in my groin and noticed that the robe over my cock had moved a little. ‘Down boy!’ was the urgent message I sent to my cock. ‘This is neither the time nor the place!’

I felt my face blushing, which Sue must have noticed, because she grinned and asked, “Everything alright, Ritchie? You looked a little anxious for a minute.”

“No everything’s fine, Sue. Just had a bit of a shiver I think.” I replied, knowing full well that my face was still red.

“I’m going to make us fried egg sandwiches for supper.” she said, still grinning. “That alright with you?”

“Wonderful. Can I help?” I replied, hoping and praying that she’d decline, because I would embarrass the hell out of myself if I had to stand up with my cock sticking out in front of me.

Sue did decline, but what I didn’t find out until later was that she’d noticed the tenting of my robe and was taking pity on me. She’d wait to find out what was under my robe until after supper.

The sandwiches were delicious. Sue had bought a couple of baguettes before she left Montreal, and in spite of the rain and the humidity, they were still crisp and wonderful. She had sliced some tomatoes to go with them and we ate to our hearts’ content. A bottle of wine accompanied the meal to make it perfect.

After dinner, after we’d stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, and added a couple of logs to the fire, we relaxed in our chairs, I was stretched out in mine, Sue was curled up in hers. Having finished the wine, neither of us was feeling much pain.

“Any particular reason you’re going to Boston, Ritchie?” she asked me.

“No, it’s just somewhere I’ve never been, but is a city I’ve always wanted to visit. There’s so much history there, I just want to see it. After that, who knows! I’ve always had itchy feet, it’ll be wherever my feet want to take me.”

“How wonderful that sounds!” exclaimed Sue. “I’ve always loved to travel myself, but I usually know where I’m going to, everything arranged in advance. Your way sounds like so much more fun.”

She yawned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to go to bed. It seems as though it’s been a very long day, though it hasn’t been nearly as long as yours must feel.”

“I’ll let you clear the bathroom, then I’ll follow you. By the way, you didn’t show me where my room is.”

Sue blushed deeply. “I don’t have a second bedroom, Ritchie. I was going to put you up on the sofa, but now I know you better, and like you a lot, I’d like you to come and sleep with me. But only if you want to, that is.”

“Want to! I’ve been watching you all evening, Sue, and am totally taken with you. Of course I’d like to sleep with you. I’d be crazy if I didn’t! Anyone would be!”

I got up, stood in front of her and pulled her up until we were embracing. “My, aren’t you a short lady.” I whispered as I held her close, the top of her fead fitting snugly under my chin. She felt so good.

“Short!” she giggled. “You’re not short, I can feel you growing against me, and you feel as if you’re going to be just the right size!”

“You fresh thing, you!” I spluttered. “I know he’s just the right size, and I’ll be happy to share him with you.”

“I thought you’d never ask!” giggled Sue. “I thought you were going to give me konak escort a demonstration just before supper, but I took pity on you and let you sit as I got the food ready. Besides, much as I wanted to see him, I knew I’d get to see him later on.”

“You had it all figured out, didn’t you, you little minx!” I grinned. “But you’ll have to wait just a little longer, because I’m only wearing this robe while you’re wearing far too many clothes. I think I should take some of them off before we go any further. I’m longing to see your body.”

I reached down, pulled her polo shirt out of her jeans, and lifted it over her head. Her breasts nestled in the cups of a white, lace, front clasp bra, which quickly followed her shirt to the floor.

Her firm, white breasts felt wonderful, as I caressed them with my fingertips, her long, pink nipples hardening and thrusting out of puffy pebbled areolas as I touched them. As I continued to stroke them, loving the feeling, she unfastened the belt of my robe, and her small hand closed around the hardness and softness of my long, thick cock. “I cheat!” she giggled, stroking the length of my cock with a big grin on her face. “I was right, wasn’t I! He’s not at all short, is he!”

Sue’s jeans and pale blue panties came off next, and I fell to my knees to kiss her beautiful breasts, to suckle her hard, pink nipples and puffy areolas, my suckling making her moan with happiness. Her mound was covered in trimmed, short black hair, her slit obvious and aromatic.

I kissed the valley between her breasts, my cheeks stroked by the swell of each breast. More kisses, down her chest, into her belly button, down into the trimmed hair of her mound, where my tongue sought out her slit and delved into it, licking her juices, finding her clit, rubbing it as she moaned and shook above me. She tasted delicious. I closed my lips around her clit, sucked it into my mouth and flicked its head with the tip of my tongue until she screamed, and exploded into her climax, spraying my face with her cum.

I stood quickly, held her trembling, whimpering body in my arms, to prevent her from falling to the floor. When she quieted, I bent over and whispered in her ear “The bedroom, Sue, let’s go to the bedroom.” She took my hand and led me to a room with a big bed, turned and began to undress me, pretty easy as I was only wearing a robe and she’d already unbelted that.

I drew in a long, whistling breath as Sue’s hands closed on my cock again, the sensations making it twitch. She saw, for the first time, that I was shaved, completely shaved which, if anything, emphasized the length of my cock. She looked up at me, a big smile on her face, “I want you Ritchie, I want that inside me, right now. Come and lie down.”

I did as instructed, and Sue straddled my hips, still stroking my cock, sending incredible feelings flooding through my body. She rose above my loins, raised my cock until it was at the mouth of her cunt and dropped, engulfing my cock until it was totally inside her. I lay quietly, feeling the muscles of her cunt clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, as if to squeeze the sperm out of my cock and balls.

I reached up, and as she began to move, sliding my cock in and out of her hot and hungry cunt, I stroked her cute little breasts, pulling on the prominent, hard nipples and puffy areoles. The combined attack on both her upper and lower erogenous zones produced a profusion of moans and whimpers that grew in intensity and volume until she screamed, exploded in a shuddering orgasm and collapsed on my chest, where I held her as firmly but as gently as I could, until her shuddering and whimpering subsided and she was literally purring in my arms.

“You didn’t cum.” she muttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Sue, Sue, you did nothing wrong,” I reassured her, kissing her to comfort her. “I just take a while to cum sometimes. Would you like me to pull out?”

“Don’t you dare pull out, Ritchie, you feel wonderful inside me, and when it twitches, it sends incredible sensations pouring through me.”

I kissed her again, she kissed me deeply, still purring like a happy kitten. I moved and made my cock twitch at the same time, and as she gasped, I rolled us over until I was lying on top of her in the traditional missionary position. It wasn’t that I was a particularly traditional person, hell, I liked variety as much as anyone, but I wanted to be face to face with this pretty woman, with whom I was becoming inordinately fond, as I made love to her.

She smiled up at me as I began to thrust into her, her eyes closing now and then as sensation overcame her. “Cum with me, Sue,” I muttered as I felt the pressure build in my balls. “Please cum with me.”

“Yes, my dear Ritchie, I’m so close, any second now, I want to feel your sperm entering me. Please!”

“Now Sue, Now!” I screamed as my climax thundered over me, my balls retracted, and my seed spurted into her, jet after konyaaltı escort jet of thick, white seed that splashed deep inside her.

Her scream echoed mine as we shared an orgasm that very few people have the good fortune to share. As we shook and trembled in each other’s arms we rolled onto our sides and kissed and stroked each other, wondering at the unexpected happiness that each of us was feeling, but happy as we were, we were also tired after what been, at least for me, a thoroughly exhausting day. In addition, the sex and the heat of the room must have knocked us right out, because the next thing I knew I was waking up and the grey of dawn was in the windows.

Where was I, where the hell was I? Then I felt a body cuddled up against me, a wonderfully smelling body, and I remembered, and a smile spread across my face. I crawled quietly down under the sheets and blankets, eased myself between Sue’s parted legs and I began to lick her still swollen and still moist lips, relishing the taste of our mingled cum from the previous night. As I licked, I felt her lips part and the soft folds of her inner lips extended to meet me, allowing me to suck them into my mouth, to caress them with my eager tongue. They felt and tasted so very good. I became aware of sound and movement above me, soft moaning, writhing. Her clit was hard and protruding from beneath its hood as I sucked it into my mouth, suckled it, until Sue was quickly overcome by an orgasm, not so big this morning, but enough for her to spray her cum on my face.

I scooted up her body, and with a big grin greeted her. “Good morning Sue. Now wasn’t that better than any alarm clock you ever owned?”

“Wow, that’s all I can say is wow! Thank you, sweetheart, that was a wonderful way to wake up.” she gasped. “I kind of like having you around Ritchie. When you fell asleep last night I stayed awake, enjoying the afterglow, and I had a few ideas. I’d like to make a proposition. Oh dear, it’s a bit late for me to be propositioning you, isn’t it!” she added with a giggle. “Simply, it’s this, can I come with you when you leave this morning. I have a car and it would make traveling so much easier, but please, Ritchie, you’re under no obligation at all, if you’d rather travel on your own I’ll completely understand. But I’ll miss you, and not just for your wake-up calls!”

I was silent for a while as I thought about this proposition. I had had every intention of being on my own, meeting a lot of new and interesting people as I went, having a lot of sex. Of course! But now I been given the opportunity to travel with a beautiful companion, a beautiful companion with a car yet, which seemed like a wonderful opportunity. It didn’t hurt that I’d grown very fond of Sue in the short time I’d known her.

The silence stretched out as I weighed my options, and it became obvious to me that the corners of Sue’s mouth were beginning to droop as she feared the worst. She might have pretended that my decision didn’t really matter, but I’d have been a fool if I’d thought that she didn’t really want to come. And I realized, quite simply, that I wanted her to come, that I really liked this beautiful little woman, that I would love her company, whether she had a car or not. “Sue, I’d love to have your company.” I whispered. “I know we’ve only just met, but I already like you very much and I think we could have a lot of fun together. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather travel with.”

Tears appeared in her eyes, she flung herself into my arms and sobbed her thanks into my neck. “Thank you, Ritchie, I’ll not be a burden to you, I promise. If you decide later that you’d prefer to be on your own, just tell me and I’ll be on my way. I hope that doesn’t happen, but who knows? You’ll be under no obligation.” I held her tightly. There wasn’t much I could say, so I didn’t try. I was entering into this with every intention of our having a wonderful time, and that’s how it would be.

She kissed me, her eyes still full of tears. “We don’t need to hurry, do we?” she whispered, and her kisses moved down my chest, over my stomach, until she sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, encouraging it to come to life. I could feel the excitement flow through me, felt my cock begin to swell in her mouth as she licked it, suckled it. My foreskin slipped back over the head and the tip of her tongue found the little slit in the head, found the oh-so-sensitive skin behind the head and began to rub it, faster and faster, as her hand stroked the shaft. With such wonderful ministrations I didn’t last long, and within minutes was pumping stream after stream of my thick white cum into her willing mouth, filling it, forcing her to swallow.

Her smiling face appeared before mine, a streak of my cum in one corner of her mouth that she licked off with relish. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. I think I’m going to enjoy waking up with you. Now, I’d better go and pack then I’m going to have a shower, maybe we could shower together? There’s a Mickey D’s in Swanton, just before we get to the I89, so perhaps we can get something to eat there. No, you idiot, I mean breakfast, not, oh, that feels good, but stop it, we’ve got lots of time for that. Oh Ritchie, I’m so glad I’m coming with you, thank you so much.”

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A gentle breeze from the open window kisses my skin, stiffening my nipples to stiff peaks.

I groan and stretch, still half asleep, and reach for the cotton sheet that has slipped away during the stifling heat of the night. I pull it back over me, one leg still exposed to the thankfully cooler air. The sheet has bunched together between my legs and as I tug it back up it pulls taut across my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together and feel a pulse deep in my cunt. Relaxing my legs I fall back into a light slumber, trying to recapture the dream I had been enjoying which involved me getting pounded by my husband and his two best friends.

I feel a soft heat on my exposed foot and twitch my toes, but the warmth is persistent and becomes a wet heat as a tongue tip is gently run along the arch of my foot. I am still half asleep but I am all too aware of the attention my foot is receiving. The tongue flattens against me as it traces the arch and again I feel that pulse in my pussy. I am fully awake now but keep my breathing regular in order to feign sleep. The hot breath centres on my big toe before a wet mouth encircles the tip, slowly taking it all in. I recognise that the mouth is replicating on my toe the way I take a cock into my mouth. Slowly taking in the head while creating a tight seal with my lips before gently tickling the tip with my tongue. My toe is basically getting a blowjob and it feels fucking amazing.

It’s a job to keep my breathing regular and I involuntarily groan but it could pass as a sleep noise. The mouth pauses, alternating hot breaths and cool blows on my toe. I pretend to stretch and roll over onto my front, still ‘asleep’. The tongue resumes tickling the now exposed arch of my foot while the other foot is covered and held gently by a warm hand before mouth and hand switch places. My toes are hooked over the edge of the bed and I feel thumbs pressing into both arches, massaging up towards my heel and back down. It does something to me and I squeeze my thighs together, my wetness apparent. The hands bring my feet together and I feel the softer skin of a cock running over my soles. I move my feet apart slightly to trap the hardening cock between them, then hold my heels together forming a tight gap. The cock is now fully hard and starts to gently pump back and forth between my feet.

Hands grip my ankles kozan escort gently, the heat from their palms warming me as they slide up over my calves, thumbs caressing the backs of my knees, then gently squeezing soft flesh as they reach my thighs. The hard cock continues to fuck my soft feet as the hands travel back down my thighs, over my calves and once again grip my ankles. I can no longer pretend to be asleep as my breathing has quickened and I can’t help but tilt my hips into the mattress to push my arse out invitingly but I maintain the illusion and keep my eyes closed.

He holds my feet together and pumps his cock at a faster pace for a few strokes before withdrawing. I hear him rooting in a drawer behind him with one hand whilst keeping a warm grip on one ankle with the other, reluctant to break contact.

I feel a weight as he mounts the bed, sitting astride my calves, his balls resting heavily on the backs of my knees.

I shiver in anticipation and am not disappointed when I feel a trickle of warm oil dribble onto my arse and slip between my cheeks. The hands softly palm my cheeks, spreading the oil and kneading my plump rear before resuming their attention to my thighs. We achieve a hypnotic rhythm. His hands travel up my inner thighs as I raise my arse then they splay over my cheeks before returning back down over my outer thighs and I sink back into the bed. I’m not subtle in my need but he wants to tease me, running his thumbs tantalisingly close to my rosebud on the upsweep of his strokes. I feel his balls contract and tickle the backs of my legs as he massages my backside. After a few minutes of teasing even he can’t resist and he shuffles further up my legs, his cock bobbing and tapping me as he settles on my lower thighs. He continues to knead my arse cheeks, exposing my rosebud with each sweep of his hands and edging closer with his thumbs until he presses gently on my hole with each pass of his hands. My hole contracts at his touch and winks enticingly, he alters his rhythm so his hands are working alternately, one cheek being kneaded while the other hand massages oil into my puckered hole.

He doesn’t penetrate, just using the flat of his thumb to just press lightly before it’s gone only to be replaced by the other thumb. This drives me wild and while I’m pushing my arse out kumluca escort at him encouragingly he knows I appreciate the slow burn as much as a quick hard fuck and refuses to let me lead this dance.

Gradually his thumbs linger more on my rosebud and less on my bountiful bottom. They take turns to circle my hole, keeping a constant pressure and as I start to relax he slips one thumb into my dark hole and his fingers find my wet pussy. He groans in delight, roughly squeezing my arse cheek with his other hand before giving it a sharp slap.

Giving up the pretence of sleep, I push back onto his thumb and fingers, the feeling of fullness making me moan. He lifts onto his knees giving me room to shift my position and I draw my knees in so my bottom is in the air and my face pressed against my pillow all the while his thumb and fingers occupy my holes. He withdraws slowly and I can’t help but whimper at the loss but his thumb is soon replaced by his tongue. He is no longer slow and sensual, eating me like it’s his last meal. I can feel my pussy juices start to run down my legs as he laps at me, sucking on my clit before licking all the way up to my darkest hole and making his tongue rigid to plunge into that place that only he has entered.

I turn my head to peep between my legs and see him pumping his hard cock in his hand as he’s eating me out. I love to see him working his cock, there’s something so sexy about a guy just lazily wanking himself into oblivion but today I need that cock inside me.

‘Give me that cock’, I almost growl in my need. I push my upper body up until I’m on hands and knees and wiggle my arse at him. He gives me another stinging slap before sliding his cock into my oily arse crack and sliding it back and forth, my pussy juices coating his balls. I reach between my legs and gently pull and fondle his balls before giving a slightly harder squeeze. ‘Now,’ I say, ‘ I need your cock inside me.’ He steadies himself with hands on my hips, pulling back slightly to let his cock find my soaking slit. I gyrate my hips to help his fat cock head find my opening, moaning as I feel it stretch my pussy lips and I move back and forth just slightly so I’m fucking him but only taking the head of his cock inside me, teasing.

He reaches forward and gathers my long brown hair into one lara escort fist, tugging my head backwards and pulling me into an almost upright position. His chest is now pressed into my back and he pulls my hair to one side so he can grunt in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, just one word. ‘Beg’.

I almost cum at this, I can feel a heat building in my pussy and spreading outwards. ‘Please,’ I gasp ‘I want your cock inside me. I want you to use my cunt. Fuck me hard and fill my pussy with your cum.’ He releases my hair and grabs at my tits, using them to hold me up he slams his dick forwards into my cunt. I moan and pant loudly as he pulls out and slams back into me, my pussy so wet it sloshes noisily as he fucks me hard.

It’s all too much, his cock filling my cunt and the noises it makes combined with our panting. I reach down to rub my clit and he relinquishes his hold on my tits to enable me to use one hand to hold myself up while I rub that hard button furiously. He grabs at my hair with one hand, the other loosely around my throat, cock pounding into my pussy and I cum hard. Heat spreading through my body, fingers tingling and legs shaking I scream his name. My pussy twitching around his cock brings him closer to his climax. I am spent from cumming so hard and am back in the arse up, face down position, still shaking and unable to hold myself up.

He grasps my hips and pistons his cock into my sopping wet hole, muttering to himself with each stroke, calling me names on each inward thrust, slut, whore, fuckhole. I begin to touch my clit again. It’s tender to the touch but I get so fucking hot when he talks to me like that I know I’ll be cumming again in seconds. He’s still thrusting, almost incoherent with lust now and I can feel his cock get even thicker and harder as it prepares to fill my cunt. ‘You want this cum?’ He grunts. ‘Fuck yes, please fill my fucking pussy’ I groan, rubbing frantically now at my clit. He starts to slow his pace but is now pumping my cunt so slowly and deeply that I’m in a pleasure-pain freefall as I cum again, bucking on his cock. He lets out a loud groan, ‘oohhh fuck’ and pushes deep into me he pumps ribbons of cum deep into my pussy, his throbbing cock syncing with my pulsing pussy walls. He starts to thrust into me again as the last of his cum erupts, gradually coming to a halt and we both collapse sideways onto the bed. We lie there, loosely spooning and regaining our equilibrium, our combined fluids drying on his cock and his hot spunk dribbling slowly out of my pussy. Our breathing slowing to a regular rhythm.

‘Your turn for breakfast’ I say, tapping his arse gently.

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