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My name is Philippa, I prefer to be known as Pippa and it is also my work name; I am a Sex Worker not a prostitute. How did I become a sex worker? My boss got me into it; this is my story.

It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales; effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the written proposals for commercial window replacements. The salesmen obtained the enquiries, I submitted their proposals which they went on to secure or not.

After two years with this company, due to lack of candidates, I was allowed to go out on sales assignments. As a newbie I started out on the no hope sales opportunities, with time I managed to secure a few sales. My salary was slightly better, but not a lot, but I was paid a large commission on each sale; it all helped.

I had a nice rented apartment that I shared with my mother, my father disappeared years ago, never really knew him. Money was always tight, my mother worked in a supermarket on the tills and filling shelves at night; but we got by. She recently met someone working in the store, first person she went out with since my father’s disappearance trick. They got on well together and eventually she moved in with them; I could now manage financially, just, on my own. So I took over the apartment.

One day I was called into my Sales Managers office; he said this is a sales opportunity you can look after. It will be a difficult one to capture but I think you can manage it, good experience if nothing else; and I now had use of a company pool car. Only passed my driving test a few weeks before; I was over the moon.

I was twenty two, five foot nine, long blond hair, toned slim figure; I did gymnastics as a hobby. I had a few boyfriends; none of them stood the test of time. They all only wanted one thing, closes they got was their cold hands down my knickers, and even then they messed it up. I could do better myself and often did; well we all do; don’t we?

I went to see my first major client, a consulting company who was acting on behalf of a City Building Works Department. I was given the formal enquiry after I had registered interest for my company to bid for this project.

Our QS department did their estimates and a new girl Jo, who only started two days ago, did the written proposal for me. She was disabled and in a wheel chair, the proposal was uninspiring; her first job after coming out of hospital three months ago; they had to break her legs so she could sit in a wheelchair. She was very enthusiastic, so we sat down together and brought it up to a presentable information standard; best I have ever seen from the company.

Jo said leave it with me; when I was in hospital and before that when all I could do lying in bed, I learnt how to use professional proposal presentation and publishing software packages. Next day Jo gave me an absolutely fantastically presented proposal to me. It included a picture of me and detailed my professional skills. My job was now to get the Sales Manager to sign it off.

The next day I took it into him to approve, he was over the moon about it. When he looked at the value on the proposal, just over one million; that was ten times bigger than our largest contract, he almost fell out of his chair. I talked him into reducing the price to just below one million to get us into the next stage of being short listed.

Although he was unsure of letting me run with this proposal, given that I was the newbie. He asked me could I bring this contract home and do you know what it will entail; I said yes I can. The next day I hand delivered the proposal to the consultants; my life was to change for ever from that point on.

The consultants reviewed it and prepared a never ending stream of questions for me to answer. Jo and I gave well prepared and presented answers. A month later we were told we were short listed; final stage.

My Sales Manager was ecstatic at me getting this far with the proposal. Some of the salesmen were critical and said all you need to do is sleep with the client and win the order; at that time I didn’t realise the implications of what they said.

Head office had now taken an interest in this proposal and challenged my Sales Manager on, could I bring this contract home or, should they get someone else to do it and did I understand what was required of me to do it. Being cornered he said yes; look at her profile in the proposal. Answer was ok I think she can do it; my approval to proceed.

I didn’t know it at this time but my boss had just given me my first assignment as a sex worker.

I was given my final brief on how much I could negotiate on without referral back to him and head office. I was told, if asked about reseller discount, to reply it will be applied in the usual way; no more. I was surprised by this; my boss said you don’t want to know.

Arrangements were made for me to stay overnight at the escort bursa Scotsman hotel, in Edinburgh and have a signing meal with the customer. I was to meet the head of the City Building Works Department, who had been giving presentations to the Hollyrood Parliament earlier in the day. His name was Angus and I would meet him in the restaurant lounge area at seven thirty, he would know me from my picture in the proposal.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in, and reviewed my notes and documents that needed to be signed that night. I then got dressed for my meeting; the company had advanced me three hundred, against commissions I still had to be paid; it paid for a slinky little black number and the accessories to go with it; makeup too.

I went down to the restaurant lounge with its quirky coffee table and ordered a G no ice; and waited. I watched the guests move about, trying to pick out who I was to meet; usually they will do a walk-by in the area first to gain an advantage. As I was observing a voice from behind me said, are you Pippa, I turned and said yes. He said I am Angus we are due to meet tonight. He was a bit taller than me, immaculately dressed with white hair, a smart beard and incredibly well spoken. He said bring your drink and we will go to our table. As we walked over he took my arm in a gentlemanly way. It was a rather nice experience.

The waiter came over and we ordered our meal, I had already worked out what I would have so that I wouldn’t get flustered doing it. He ordered a very nice French wine that I had never heard off before. The meal arrived and we chatted about our lives, what we did and what we would still like to do. I breached the question did he want any part of the contract clarified. He said no my staff has already gone through it with a fine toothcomb and they are happy with it. I always like to see in person who is at the other end of the proposal. And I will be happy to sign the contract for you; we can do it in your room later, better not do these signings in public.

It was at this point I realised what this meeting was all about, I don’t think I was surprised about it, not shocked as possibly I should have been. We continued to chat about our lives in a more open and intimate way. Angus had lost his wife a few years ago, I told him about my disasters of boyfriends and lack off sex life. Which he found quite funny; said it reminded him of when he was my age and did similar things; which were a total disaster. Then he met his wife and settled down. He then said do you want to go upstairs and took my hand and led me up to my room.

He could see that I was unsure of what I should do next; he said give me the contract papers and I will sign them; which he did. He then said, in a matter of fact way, can I help you off with that dress, I said yes, which he did ever so lovingly and tenderly.

I was standing there in my bra, fig leaf pants, suspender belt and stockings. He looked at me in awe; no one had ever done that to me before; I felt really good and aroused by it and could feel myself start to twinge.

He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt, one clip at a time, gently ever so gently and then removed my stockings one at a time. My nipples were rock hard by now and I could feel wetness start to form from them and down below. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and I stepped out of them.

I stood there naked in front of him as he looked on in silence. I undid his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely tanned body; he undid his trousers and slipped them off. We both stood there naked looking at each other, he took my hand and led me over to the bed, which had already been turned down for us by the night staff.

I lay down first and he joined me, we both lay there looking at each other. Gently he moved over and kissed me; it was so sensual, and I was getting even more aroused by it, if that was possible. He then placed his warm hand on my thigh and slowly massaged it and my inner leg. I started to feel wetness; he then caressed me with the back of his fingers. He could feel my wetness forming too, he said I think it’s time we engaged with each other; I said yes and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him touching as he tried to enter, he gently touched and retouched me; gradually entering my wetness was now making it easier. Then I could feel him slowly entering me until he had fully entered. This was my first time, I was excited and enjoying it, I let out a long breath when he was fully entered. He smiled, as did I, he slowly and tenderly withdrew and re-entered. He gently started to ungulate; I was enjoying this experience, my whole body was moving in harmony with his, I would hold and squeeze as he withdrew. I could feel he was enjoying it too. I don’t know how long we kept this up; it felt like ever and I never wanted it to stop. I was starting bursa eve gelen escort to climax, as was Angus; I don’t know who came first but we both enjoyed the moment. He said thank you and I said back thank you; that was my first time. I could see he was excited about being with me on this occasion.

We lay alongside each other, pulled the sheets up over us to hide our nakedness; we held each other tenderly and fell asleep together. We awoke after a short time looking at each other, I was getting aroused again, as he was, I could feel him pressing on me; without saying anything; did it all over again. By morning we had engaged with each other four times, each time better than the time before.

We both left the bed together as we had gone into it. Angus went into the shower room, it was a large walk in shower, I joined him and we showered together; then dried each other off. Angus went out to get dressed, I wrapped myself in a towel and watched him getting dressed; he enjoyed that, as I did. He then left discreetly to preserve my dignity. I took my time getting ready, as one does, and left quietly. The account was paid on my company credit card.

I went into the office later on in the morning, on presenting the signed contract, was congratulated by my boss, in front of everyone in the office. The CEO phoned me later in the morning and congratulated me on a job well done.

Did I ever meet Angus again; yes I did and he signed three more contracts for me. After he retired to his house in the South of France, I was invited to spend the week with him, where we went to see the Monaco motor racing together. He had managed to get us seats overlooking the famous hairpin bend; the noise from the cars was incredible; we could feel the vibration in our seats. I had a fantastic week out there with him, including a visit to a billionaire’s yacht. I was invited to come out and see him again, I said yes and I am still looking forward to it.

Was I asked to prepare and undertake similar sales assignments; yes five in all over the next twelve months. Did they all involve in having sex; yes they did, including one with a woman.

Karen; she was in her late fifties, I think, very expensively dressed and had white distinguishing hair, she had a very tender and caring way about her, reminded me of my mother. I had never been with a woman before, when I said this she replied don’t worry I will show you. I enjoyed her showing me and she also enjoyed showing me what to do. That was my first time with another woman; and I really enjoyed it.

I also had several less interesting sales assignments. My salary and commissions were ten times what they had been the preceding year; I also had a new company sports car to replace my aging Honda Civic pool car.

One of the sales assignments where I was to entertain a client, cancelled at the last minute. A genuine family crisis caused it; but I did get the contract signed later and I did sleep with him. As I was already booked into the Balmoral Hotel in Edinburgh, the city’s finest hotel, that Friday night and had taken an additional night using my hotel points; I decided to stay on.

I went down to the bar, with one of my sexy tight fitting outfits on, which is very plush and expensive, why not it was on expenses. I had my usual G no ice, at the bar, as though I was waiting for someone. A voice from behind, with a soft American accent, said Hi, my name is Chuck, I couldn’t help seeing that you have been let down by someone tonight. Can I buy you a drink; I don’t know why but I said yes; he ordered against his room card and said let us get a table and asked the bartender to bring over our drinks.

We found a table and sat down, our drinks arrived. We chatted about each other and why we were there that night; he had something to do with the American Embassy and a sales mission. He gave me one of his business cards, it said he was a Senior Vice President, I innocently asked is your business vice or something. He thought that was funny and explained his family had a defence electronics company in Baltimore and he was a director in it. I said sorry; don’t be; your card; you promised. I gave him my card and explained that I was a sales consultant selling replacement windows; he said I believe you; I said but that’s what I do. Ok; what do you want to do tonight now that we know each other? I said I was going to have something to eat here as it was my first time in this hotel. Ok that’s what we will do then.

Before I could say anything we headed to the restaurant, he got us a table. Before I knew it we had ordered our meal. I ordered the same wine that Angus had ordered on my first night with him. The meal arrived, it was unbelievably superb, and we both enjoyed it.

He suddenly said out of the blue, how much for tonight, I didn’t know what to say, and said for what? Sleeping with me tonight and having superb sex. inegöl escort I didn’t know what to say or do; but, in sales if you are asked for something outrageous, be positive by pricing yourself out of the market.

I remembered his key card, which he gave to the bartender when ordering drinks, was for the Scone and Crombie Suite; the best and most expensive in the hotel. I said the same price as for your room for the night. He said; ok that’s a deal; before I could say anything, he said no let’s do it for the weekend. I didn’t know what to say, although I heard myself say it, I still don’t believe I actually said it; ok it’s a deal. I had just made my first sale as a sex worker; no, I had actually been doing that for the past year. He said, pulling me out of my dream, let’s go to my suite, the meter is running.

We went up to his room, I was actually excited about it, and did not get overly aroused by it; just yet. His suite was incredibly plush and bigger than my apartment. He poured us drinks from his bar, G&T, no ice, if I remember correctly. He handed it to me and we both walked towards the bedroom with its enormous plush bed that the sheets had already been turned down on, for us.

I then said, in a matter of fact way, can you help me off with my dress. He came towards me smiling and said yes; which he did ever so tenderly. I was soon standing there in my bra, suspender belt, stockings and fig leaf pants.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He had a lovely body, as he undid his trousers I helped him slip them off. He then kneeled down and undid my suspender belt; one clip at a time, then removed my stockings one at a time. I remove my bra as he slid down my pants and helped me stepped out of them. We both stood there naked looking at each other, he took my hand and led me over to the bed. I felt really aroused and in control, my nipples were rock hard and I could feel wetness start to form from them and down below.

I lay down and he joined me, we both lay there together, he moved over and kissed me; it was so sensual, as our tongues touched and rubbed together. We were getting more aroused by it; I put my hand on his thigh and slowly massaged it and his inner leg. I started to stroke his hardness and to feel his wetness form. He also caressed me with the back of his fingers and could feel my wetness forming too; I said I think it’s time we engaged with each other and opened my legs in invitation.

He moved over me, I could feel him as he entered me and I let out a quite moan of contentment; he gently touched my G-spot first time, as I flinched he slowly withdrew and re-entered and retouched my G-spot; my and his wetness were now making it easier and more comfortable. We were both enjoying it as he ungulate back and forth, my body was moving in harmony with his, and I would squeeze and hold him back as he withdrew. I could feel he was enjoying it too. I don’t know long we kept this up, I was starting to climax, he held back as I came for the first time. He started over with his unhurried undulating rhythm, I could feel myself starting to cum again, as I came for the third time so did he. We both enjoyed the moment.

By this time we were both wet with exhaustion, we lay there embracing each other. I pulled up the sheets, as I liked to do, to hide our nakedness; we held each other tenderly until we fell asleep together. We awoke still embraced looking at each other we could feel each other’s arousal, without saying anything; we did it all over again. By morning we had engaged with each other five times, each time better than the time before. I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night.

We both left the bed together and went into shower room together; we had sex again against the wall with the warm water spraying over us; a magical experience. We dried each other off. As I wrapped myself in a towel, Chuck went out and phoned down our breakfast order, I brought him out a towel and watched him put it on; he enjoyed it as I did. We had our breakfast served and ate it with only out towels on. Very sensual as Chuck kept rubbing my leg with his.

I asked him how he knew that I would be available and responsive to him last night. I asked Jack the bartender where’s all the action tonight; first having to cross his palms with lots and lots of money. He pointed you out to me and I am glad he did. I learnt something new that night, always be friends with the bartender. We both got changed; me into my one piece almost see through shorts and top with my black underwear shining through. Chuck in his white shorts and loose necked shirt.

We did the tourist route through Edinburgh seeing all the sights, as the festival was on it was buzzing with activity. We even went to see the Royal Yacht; it was on his list of things to do. He was over the moon when I told him that my uncles and older cousins actually built this ship.

Exhausted we went back to his suite, but not that exhausted. Afterwards we changed for our evening meal. Saturday night and most of Sunday we stayed in bed and had wonderful sex. I drove Chuck to the airport to catch his flight to London. As he left me he gave me a very fat envelope, with cash in it, and said I will give you a call, I have your card.

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I recently moved to Madrid to work for an English Textbook Company to satisfy the huge demand for learning the Queen’s English in Spain. It was a transfer I had sought out. Every year for the past decade I’d made a point of taking a project in the Madrid office and by this point spoke pretty good Spanish and understood the culture fairly well. The weather, the food, the people, the landscape – everything called to me.

My office was a 20 minute walk away from the flat I had rented, and I was lucky enough to be able to walk through the Retiro Park, the largest green space in central Madrid, along my route. Since my timing was the same every day I got to see many of the same people walking the opposite direction on a regular basis. One of my regulars was a young woman also on her way to work, she was probably in her early 20s, average height, slim build, with a round innocent face, wearing large black prescription glasses, long black straight hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and always conservatively dressed. She never really acknowledged me as we passed daily but I chalked that up to her shyness rather than anything else.

One day as I was walking to work, I saw my mystery girl walking slowly towards me. She had on higher heels than usual, a pair of dark tight trousers and a stylish white blouse along with her signature glasses. She clearly wasn’t very used to the heels and just before we were about to pass one another she caught a piece of uneven pavement and went down twisting her ankle. Of course, I rushed to her aid asking in Spanish if she needed any help.

“Miss, are you OK? Can I help you up onto a bench?” I asked.

“Yes, that would be good.” she replied.

So I picked her up by the arms and half dragged her a few steps to a nearby bench. She was clearly in pain, wincing from time to time.

“I think you need to have that ankle looked at, you’ve done some damage to it, it looks like.” I said.

“Yes, I think you’re right. Damn these new heels!” she said. This was pretty demure swearing for a culture that really didn’t mind all manner of foul language.

“Can I help you get to a doctor or hospital?” I asked.

“Yes, if you don’t mind” she said.

“Do you mind if I pick you up? That would be the easiest. We could go to the hospital just outside the central gates on the left.” I said pointing the direction.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” She said.

Assuming that she meant the method and direction were both acceptable, I simply scooped her up from her seated position on the bench and started walking in the direction of the hospital. She put her arms around my neck to steady herself. I doubt she weighed over 100lbs and I’m in pretty good condition for bursa escort bayan my 30 years of age so it was no problem going the 300 yards to the emergency room.

Once we arrived I put her down on a seat and tried to get the attention of someone to help her get admitted. Within a minute I had a nurse aide with a portable device come over to do the intake. I learned that my mystery woman was Maria Torres, she was 21 years old, and she lived in the same barrio as the hospital.

Then the nurse asked “Shall I call anyone? Only relatives and spouses are allowed in the triage area.”

To which Maria responded looking me in the eye: “No need, my husband here can help me just fine.”

I had to say I was more than a little surprised but decided to take it in stride and replied “I’ll just let work know I’m not going to be coming in today.” So I pulled out my cellphone and called my boss to let him know that a personal emergency was going to keep me away.

With the nurse gone, Maria said to me: “I hope you don’t mind staying with me a little longer. My parents are away on holiday and I don’t have any other relatives in Madrid.”

“Not at all.” I replied.

Soon enough Maria was transferred with my help onto a wheelchair and we were whisked away to a triage room where we transferred her onto a bed. The nurse told me to help Maria get her pants off and put on a gown. Maria blushed slightly, and rather sheepishly undid her trousers while I pulled them slowly over her legs and feet after removing her shoes. With the nurse out of earshot I couldn’t resist making a joke: “Nothing I haven’t seen before, my love!”

Unlike her conservative clothing, Maria was wearing a very sexy lacy thong. A small strip of dark pubic hair could be seen down the center. She was really quite beautiful in her sexy-innocent way. Quickly enough she was all covered up again in the gown. In a few minutes, a friendly middle-aged doctor came behind the curtain and asked about the accident, how much pain she was feeling, and whether he could make a small physical examination. He rotated he ankle slowly and felt up the calf muscle.

“Nothing too serious, just a badly sprained ankle. You’ll need a compression bandage and have to keep your weight off your foot for at least a week. I’ll proscribe some pain killers. Your husband should do everything around the house for you – no shopping, cleaning or cooking you hear?” said the doctor looking at me.

“Yes, yes.” I replied as the dutiful “husband”.

A few minutes later with a well bandaged and medicated Maria we were wheeled to the sidewalk and caught a taxi to Maria’s apartment, or more accurately her parent’s place. I carried bursa grup escort her over from the elevator into the apartment – reflecting that it was a bit like carrying a bride over the door lintel and she guided me with her arms around my neck to her bedroom.

“Do you need anything to eat or drink darling?” I asked in jest.

“I’d kill for a mint tea and a plate of jamon. You know where to find everything in the kitchen, husband.” she said chuckling slightly.

So off I went to prepare some food. By the time I returned Maria was looking quite sleepy.

“Can you stay? I’d like that very much. My parents won’t be back for a few days so it would be a great help. After all isn’t it “in sickness and in health” husband?” she giggled.

“Well since today is Friday and I’m already not going into work, I guess I could stay through the weekend. Your husband’s name is David by the way” I replied.

“Thank you for everything David. Glad you can stay” she said in a way that got me thinking that she very rarely didn’t get her way in many things. I covered her with a blanket and then she turned on her side and fell fast asleep.

I couldn’t resist the urge to explore the flat and get to know my mystery woman a bit better. From the family photographs it was clear she was an only child of two older and doting parents. Her father was a bureaucrat in the education ministry and her mother a homemaker. They lived a comfortable middle-class life with vacations to the beach every year. Maria’s grades from high school and university were proudly displayed in her parent’s room. She was a bright young woman, with perfect results.

I took up watch on a comfortable padded chair in her bedroom but all too soon fell asleep with the warm summer heat of the afternoon. It was already the middle of the afternoon when Maria woke up. I heard her prop herself up on her pillows.

“I’m dying to have a pee. Can you help me, husband?” Maria asked.

So I carried her to the nearby bathroom. And closed the door. But pretty soon she called out to me: “I need some help here.”

So in I went and could see her struggling to get her pants and underwear down. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before, husband.” She quipped as I slowly lowered her thong down her shapely legs. I couldn’t resist a quick look at her vagina. Her pubic hair was well trimmed and he labia were full and red with blood. Her clit was erect and proud. I could tell she was aroused.

I left her to do her business which fortunately for this stage in our relationship was just to pee. I pulled her thong and trousers back up and carried her back to the bed.

“You know,” escort bayan Maria said as she suggestively unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a beautiful pair of small pert breasts enclosed in a lacy bra “I haven’t properly thanked my husband for his heroic actions this morning.”

“That’s true.” I grinned playing along.

“I think you should be taking advantage of your husband rights, don’t you?” said Maria.

“Absolutely my love” I replied and crawled up the bed where we started to kiss passionately. It wasn’t long until our clothes were a couple of heaps on the ground and I was rubbing my throbbing penis into her soft wet folds.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked her.

“No need for condoms my husband, I trust you.” She replied. “But be gentle, my love. You are very large for me”.

“I will, I will” I promised and slowly sank my length into her pussy. At one point, I felt an obstruction but pushed through as Maria gasped. “Are you a virgin?” I asked surprised.

“Of course, every wife should give her virginity to her husband” she said.

I continued to gently make love to this wonderful creature who had just given herself to me. How had I got into this situation? Balls deep in a probably unprotected virgin pussy. I didn’t care. The feeling was incredible – her pussy was stroking me, her arms we holding me, her eyes were worshiping me.

A few minutes later she tensed up and her mouth opened in a wordless “O” as she had her first cock created orgasm. I couldn’t hold back any longer telling her “I’m going to come my love” I told her.

“Yes, my husband. Deep inside of me where your sperm belongs” she replied. With that I erupted and released a torrent of pent up sperm into her fertile depths. Had I just impregnated this woman-child?

We cuddled under the covers and basked in our post orgasmic glow.

Over the rest of the day and the following weekend we rarely got out of bed. We must have made love 10 times each day and laid in bed to recover. By Sunday Maria’s room smelled like a brothel and we reluctantly decided we had better air the room and change the sheets for her parent’s arrival. That night I went home promising to meet up after work to check on her.

Monday evening saw me once again back on Maria’s doorstep. Her mother graciously let me in after the requisite greetings. Her father was seated in the salon reading a newspaper. He got up to shake my hand and thank me for helping his daughter. I then went in to Maria’s room and saw she was much recovered after a day of full rest – no longer prey to my constant molesting of her nubile body. Out of sight of her parents we kissed like sneaky teenagers and I gave her a big hug.

“Husband” she said.

“Yes, wife” I replied.

“Can I move in with you?” she asked.

“Yes, wife, but only after we make it official and get married in a church.” I said.

“Yes, that would be best” she replied “after all I reckon I’m going to be pregnant pretty soon the way you can’t keep your hands off me.”

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I had just turned 21 and the dream of romantic love was finally wearing off. I had been looking for true love since I was 17. In three serious relationships I had done my best to make things work – I was faithful and true, a really good boy, but it wasn’t working. My current relationship was breaking up slowly, we both were scared of making it final.

I had lost my own virginity to a girl who wasn’t a virgin. I had always thought I would lose it with a girl who was also a virgin. In four years of sex I still hadn’t been with a virgin, and somehow it kinda got under my skin. I wanted to have the experience of being the first with a girl, and now I had started to grow out of the idea that I had to be in love before I got laid.

After taking a couple of years off from my studies to make some money I was back at University and I was finding that being a few years older was a good deal. I was learning, but I was still one of those dumb guys who think that it’s only guys who are hungry for sex. I was still being Mr Nice Guy, but I was smart enough to see that a lot of girls liked bad boys.

One night I went to a party without my girlfriend. Everyone there was a law student like I was, but most of them were only 17 or 18. It was unusual for me to be alone and I was enjoying it, flirting a little and not having to worry my girlfriend would get on my case. Even when you want to be faithful you still can’t help noticing a nice ass walking past.

I had sunk a few beers by the time I turned around and saw that Mandy had turned up. Mandy was a very hot redhead from one of my classes. She had the classic redhead colouring – green eyes and smooth creamy white skin. She was voluptuous, even though she was only 18, and she was gorgeous, and when my eyes moved up her body to her face, bingo! Eye contact!

She was with her boyfriend Andrew – a bit of a geek, also only 18, her boyfriend from high school, but I could see straight away she was using him as a chauffeur. She had a look in her eye that I would get to recognise from then on – the look of a girl who wants to dive in to the wild world she has been warned about. It’s amazing how much you can see in a girl’s eyes.

She sent Andrew away to get her a drink and I went over to her straight away. “Hi!” I said, “I’m Bobbie”. “I know who you are,” she said. Mandy’s look was half lust and half fear. “Really?” I said, “well let me catch up. What’s your name?” She told me and had a quick look over my shoulder. “You here with your boyfriend?” I asked. “That’s a shame”.

“You think?” she said. “Of course! My girlfriend is working tonight so I am all alone.” I didn’t know it then, but I was also going to learn from Mandy that girls seem to love proving to themselves they can pull a guy who has a girlfriend. I had said exactly the right thing. She was looking over her shoulder again and I turned to see Andrew was back with the drinks.

She introduced me and I could feel the tension straight away. I was bigger than Andrew and I had always looked old for my age. He was kinda tall and skinny, still had a pimple or two, and he was a geek. I made small talk for a while, taking the chance to keep the eye contact thing going with Mandy. “Well, I might see you at Uni,” I said to her, “later….”

I was trying to be casual, but the look in Mandy’s eye made me think about being unfaithful. I had always been faithful to my girlfriends up until then, trying to be a good guy, but I wanted more, I wanted to be bad. I was going to make sure I saw Mandy again and what happenned with my girlfriend Judith after that, I would just have to wait and see.

I went to a small law school, so there was no doubt I would be seeing Mandy again. I had always been a little shy with girls, but thinking about the way Mandy had looked görükle escort at me, I decided I would adopt a bit of a persona, if she wanted a bad boy, then I could do that. I had always wanted to be an actor and so now was the time to see if I could be different.

On Monday morning I saw Mandy sitting in the lecture theatre as I walked in. She was with her girlfriends, so I just walked past slow and there it was, she turned to me and looked into my eyes with a hot little smile forming on her lips. Her look was so hot I just smiled back on reflex, I was even kinda surprised. I didn’t know much about the female of the species.

I spent the lecture sitting up behind Mandy, watching her, thinking about how I was going to convert this feeling into action, and every once in a while I noticed she was looking back. By the time the lecture finished I had decided to just go for it. As everybody was wandering out I caught up with her and said hi. She immediately turned around giving me her full attention.

“Wanna coffee?” I asked. Not a great line but effective. “I have a class,” she said. “Well skip it, your friends can give you the notes.” “You want to be a bad influence on me?” she was smiling. “I guess I can catch up one class.” We wandered out with Mandy giving her friends a funny little look and a giggle – and that was good. Getting a girl to giggle is good.

We went to one of the cafe’s on campus and had a coffee and talked smalltalk for about an hour. It was going good, and I had let her know that I wasn’t really happy with my girlfriend and she had let me know Andrew was more of a habit than the love of her life. This was great. I had always wanted to find true love and now I was just trying to get laid, much less stress.

We were making heaps of eye contact and I was feeling how good it was to be a bit detached, not trying to make a girl think I was maybe her one true love, just trying to get her hot and horny. We had about three coffees and it was getting obvious that things were happening. Then she said that since she had skipped that class she was finished for the day.

“So are you going home?” I asked. I already knew that I lived on the way to her place. “Cool,” I said, “can you drop me? I don’t have anything else to do today.” I was lying of course, but missing a class wasn’t going to stop me taking a chance if it came my way. “Well sure, if you want.” Mandy said, smiling. This was definitely looking good.

We walked up towards the law school car park when Mandy walked off in a different direction. “Can we go this way?” she asked, “It’s just I don’t really want to run into Andrew.” “Sure.” This was looking better and better. This was the first time I had tried being a bad boy and I was surprised that the girl was making it so easy.

We went the long way around to her car and got in. Since she was driving I was able to spend most of my time looking at her. It was still warm and she was wearing a silky summer dress. She had a soft, round, white body. I had never been with a redhead so I didn’t know what to expect if I got to see what was under that dress. But I knew it would be good.

I gave Mandy directions but it was only a few minutes to my place. I shared a big old house with three other people, but no one was home when we got there. I asked if she would like to come in and see my place, since we had been talking about it over coffee, and she made my heart start beating a little faster when she said yes. I had to remember to stay cool.

I opened the door and we went inside. I gave her a quick tour and then I said she should come and see my room. At that time I had a big old room with a fireplace and a grove of orange trees growing outside my window. I was a great old room and it was painted osmangazi escort green and had a really cool feel to it. I like nice stuff and I have learned girls like that.

I had a really big old bed and two old armchairs. Mandy was kinda just looking around and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I decided to go for it. While she was looking out the window I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, “You like it?” I didn’t know how she would react to me being so forward, but it was like she had been expecting it.

She turned around in my arms so we were face to face, “What about Judith?” she asked in a little voice, looking into my eyes. “She like’s it too.” I said, and kept looking in her eyes, til she started to laugh. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her, and she kissed me back and started pushing her body back into mine as I closed my arms tight around her.

The good thing about being in a relationship is that you get to have a lot of sex. I had never been a player up til then, but I had spent a lot of time fucking, and once Mandy opened her lips to my tongue I knew what to do. While I was still kissing her I picked her up and moved her over to the bed and laid her down on it, all without breaking the seal of our lips.

I have always thought that kissing is almost a physical metaphor for fucking, and I was showing Mandy exactly what I wanted to do with her, pushing my tongue into her throat then tickling her own tongue before I pushed deep into her mouth again. Mandy seemed to have the same idea and she was just letting me kiss her, pash her, with her eyes closed.

I was hot, hard and horny now and my right hand went straight down between Mandy’s thighs and under her soft, light dress and when my fingers reached her crotch I could feel already she was hot and wet. But what sent a little shiver of excitment through me was when I touched her and I felt her spread her legs apart, letting me in, letting me know she would let me play.

I pulled her panties to one side and let the tip of my middle finger softly run down between her cunt lips. She was really hot and really wet and as her lips came apart under my fingers I could feel the rim of her cunt really tight but open, and I just slipped the tip of my finger into her tight hole. As I did it I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth to synchronise the sensation.

With my tongue in her mouth Mandy couldn’t say anything but she moaned and I felt her arch her back and push so my finger went in to the knuckle and I started to move it slowly in and out of her luscious cunt. I put my thumb on her hard clit and started to roll it around her clit while I pushed my finger deeper into her cunt and kissed her more and more.

I was kinda surprised she was letting it happen so fast. This was the first time I had the chance to learn that if a girl thinks a guy has an expectation she will fuck him, it can be enough to make her decide to do it. Being just three years older than her was enough to put the idea in her mind that I would want it all. If she came into my house, she was saying yes.

I decided to push my luck and try something pretty radical. I took my mouth off hers and pushed myself up on my knees. I looked down without saying a word and saw her legs were spread and her dress was pushed up to her hips and I could see her hot pink cunt with my right hand still working it. She was looking up at me with a look that told me she was mine.

Keeping my eyes fixed on her eyes I slowly pulled my finger out of her cunt and with both hands I took hold of her panties and pulled them right down and off then I put my hands between her legs and spread her thighs apart and let my face fall down into her soft red muff. I put my thick hot tongue görükle escort on her cunt lips then let the tip find her cunt and pushed it in.

I already knew that all girls love a guy who likes to eat quim. What I learned with Mandy was that some girls get so horny they just totally lose control. When I had tasted Mandy’s sweet cunt I found her hard clit with my tongue and started to suck it like a third nipple. This drove her wild and she grabbed my head and started pushing her cunt into my mouth.

I put my hands behind her knees and pulled her legs apart and pushed them up so I could really get her whole cunt in my mouth. Now I was sucking on her clit then pushing the tip of my tongue into her hot tight cunt. This was my first taste of redhead quim and it was enough to make me a real sucker for redheads to this day. And that soft downy hair tickled my nose.

I could hear Mandy moaning and cooing while I slurped her soft cunt lips and suckled on her thick hot clit. Now I let her feet down on the bed and slipped one hand up to her cunt. I suckled and licked her clit and gently slid one finger into her tight, tight hole. Then she started to move her cunt on my finger, pushing down, her urge to fuck taking control.

Now I wanted to take it further, not rushing it but just to take it past the kind of groping she would get from younger guys. I slid one more finger into her luscious cunt and then pulled my mouth away and got onto my knees next to her, still with two fingers feeling her tight hole stretched around them, looking down into her eyes, open now, looking at me.

With my other hand I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped and pulled my thick hard cock out for her to see. She looked at it for a moment, she was flushed and breathing hard, and without a word she lifted her head and moved onto one elbow and brought her mouth up to my knob, glistening with my pre-cum. She looked into my eyes then at my hard knob.

Now she took hold of the base of my cock with her hand and started to suck and lick the last four inches of my cock. I put my thumb on her clit and started rolling it around feeling how wet she was, stretching my fingers apart to open up her tight cunt, feeling her moans through the vibraton on my cock more than I heard them. God was her cunt tight.

There is some kind of connection between my fingers and my shaft when I am fingering hot wet cunt. I could almost feel her cunt on my cock from the sensation I had in my fingers. Now I was holding her head with one hand, pushing my knob deep in her mouth while she worked my cock with her hand and mouth, and I worked her cunt, feeling it open and hot.

We hadn’t said a word for 10 minutes and now my cock was aching for the thick wet lips of her cunt. Gently I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let her head down onto the pillow. With my free hand I pulled one of her legs up and moved between her legs so my cock was hanging hard and thick inches from her cunt. She was looking at me wide eyed, panting.

I eased my fingers out of her cunt and with the same hand took my cock and put the hard wet knob between the lips of her cunt. I rubbed it up and down til I found the sweet spot, and looking into her eyes I used my hips thrust it just a little and looked down to see her tight cunt stretch around the knob and then down onto the shaft of my thick bulging cock as it went in.

When I looked at Mandy’s face her eyes were closed and she had an intense half smile on her face. I leaned forward and put one hand either side of her body with the only point of contact now was four inches of my thick cock in her tight hot flaring cunt. She looked up at me and softly said, “I’m a virgin.” A jolt of adrenalin went right through my body and my cock.

I let my weight push the full length of my hard cock deep into her belly. Mandy moaned and I felt her pushing up, pushing her cunt onto my cock. “Can you feel my cock inside you?” She opened her eyes and gasped, “Yes!” “You aren’t a virgin Mandy.” With that I went down onto my elbows, kissed her deep, bent my back and pushed my cock deep to the hilt.

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Nick and I had been friends practically since we were in the womb. Are mothers were best friends and I guess it just rubbed off on us. We were born 1 month apart. We told each other everything. I’m an only child so he felt almost like a brother to me.

When we were in grade school everyone would sing “Alex and Nick sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S…”

When we were in middle school he had the worst acne ever, as if that wasn’t bad enough he was required to get braces because his jaw was out of line. He got bullied pretty bad for it. As this treatment became more frequent, he got depressed. On the summer of 9th grade everything changed.

I guess he got tired of being picked on because of his looks so he got some face cream and put in a retainer and started working out, as a result from working out, he got taller. He told me that he didn’t want to go through high school looking over his shoulder, worrying if someone would flick his head or throw paper balls at him or put spoiled milk in his locker.

When high school started he was very very nervous on how people that used to go to our middle school would react to his new look. But he was pleasantly surprised. All the girls giggled and smiled at him. The jocks gave him high 5s. When no one was looking he turned around and gave me two thumbs up and the biggest smile i’ve ever seen him produce. I felt so happy for him. He got really popular by the time we were in 11th grade.

My mom worked at a Belly Dancing studio. I usually go there after school and practice. I was all alone in the studio that day. I was working on learning the hip roll. I was in the middle of the routine, when I noticed him in the background of the mirror I was using. He was watching me.

I never told anybody I could Belly Dance, not even him. It’s a really sexual dance style and I was extremely shy back then, i didn’t feel comfortable sharing it with anyone but my mom. I quickly turned around, turned off the music and stared at him. My cheeks were red and I was unbelievably embarrassed.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said hesitantly. “Wow, Your great. Could you teach me?” I started to laugh, “it’s type of dance for women, Nick.”

“I think I can pull it off,” he said jokingly, and started to imitate the movement I was doing. He looked so silly I couldn’t help but laugh, and he couldn’t help but join me. “Ok, that’s just pitiful,” görükle escort I said still laughing. ” I’ll teach you, all you do is move your hips back and forth, like this.”

I demonstrated for him and he got behind me, and put his hands on my hips while they were moving. I started to doubt whether he uses doing this because he wanted to learn or for his personal enjoyment.

His hands traveled downward. Now touching my thighs, I could feel his erection in the back of me. It made me feel..strange. He turned me around, as to face him. Our heads slowly started to come toward each others and he kissed me. I was so surprised I kept my eyes open the whole time.

We separated and stared at each other for a while. It was so awkward, but so comfortable at the same time. I had to end the silence.

“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” I said quietly. His cheeks got red and I could feel his embarrassment ” I-I got to go, I’ll catch you later.” I didn’t know how to feel about all of this. I was really confused. I couldn’t sleep that night. I stayed up that night thinking of the kiss, and of our whole friendship. Nick had got really sexy these past years but I never thought anything more. Did he think anything more than being just friends about me?

It was Fall. But it was still absolutely freezing outside. We hadn’t talked in a week, everything was still awkward after the kiss, but my heat system went out and my mom and his mon were out of town together and I had no one to call so I had to ask him for help.

He walked in and we didn’t look at each other. We exchanged a couple of words but that was it. I showed him where the heat system was and he tried to fix it. After what seemed like forever he finally announced that it was broken.

“its getting really cold in here,” I said shivering. “Yea, your right. This thing is busted, your gonna have to get a new one. If your want, you can stay over my house until your mom gets back in the morning.”

“I rather be anywhere than this refrigerator.”

We walked back over to his house. As we approached the door he started fumbling for his keys. He was unsuccessful in finding them. “I’m such a dumbass,” he said. “I left the keys on the table.” “it’s ok, don’t beat yourself up about it, let’s just go back to my place.”

We got back and it was the same temperate inside as it was nilüfer escort outside. We were in my bed, under ever cover that we had in my house. We were both shivering. After an our it was unbearably cold. “I-I’m so cold.” I whispered to him. He leaned over and took me in his arms and started to rub my arms up and down. I had just noticed how big his arms were. They felt strong and comforting. He was also shivering.

” I can’t go another minute in this cold, we have to do something.” I said.

” Your pipes aren’t that frozen… We could take a shower.”

” Why didn’t I think about that?! Do you wanna go first or should I?” I said, glad that we had an escape from the cold.

“Your pipes aren’t frozen shut but they are frozen. There isn’t enough hot water for two people.”

“Oh. Well you can take it Nick.”

“No, I’m fine. You take it.”

“I’ll feel really guilty if I l’m warm and your over here freezing.”

“So would I.”

“Then we’ll share it.”

I knew what this meant. Nick had to see me naked. But I really didn’t care, I was freezing my buns off. We went in the bathroom and started to strip. We promised we would try not to look at each other and face opposite ways but not looking was sort of inevitable. He pulled down his pants and I was stunned, His cock was so big that I couldn’t stop staring at it. It had to be at least 9 inches. We both stepped in the hot water and it was totally blissful. The coldness seemed to disappear.

“We never really talked about what happened at your moms studio,” he said nervously. “I know. We both know what happened, we should just put it all behind us.” He turned around, and turned me around, looking at my naked body then smiling. “Ive been thinking Alex and I don’t want to put it behind us.” he whispered softly.

And with that he kissed me again, but this time is different. This kiss was longer, he pulled me closer so we could kiss deeper. I felt his tongue in my mouth. I thought about telling him to stop but realized I didn’t want him to. The water turned cold. We got out, still naked, and went to my room. He told me to lay flat down on the bed.

I didn’t know what he had in mind. I’ve had boyfriend that i made out with but i never touch any of them in a sexual way. He got on top of me, and started kissing my neck down to my collarbone bursa otele gelen escort on to my tits. They where already hard because of the cold, but when he started sucking them, they became solid. I started to moan. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I could feel my thighs moisten by the wetness of my pussy.

His cock was fully erect and hard as metal. He traveled downward and started kissing my stomach, down my hips and on to my crotch. He spread my legs and I felt like I could orgasm right then and there. He rode his tongue up my inner thighs and on to my legs, teasing me. He came down to my clit and gently sucked on it. I immediately started squirming and moaning. I could feel my orgasm blossoming.

I guess he did too because he stopped and said ” I want us to cum together.” I sat up and got on top of him. He guided my hand on his cock. I was totally inexperienced with anything pertaining to sex so I hoped I was doing it right. He guided my hand up and down his shaft. I watched porn before so I knew I was surposed to take him in my mouth.

I put his dick near my face and licked on the tip slowly. Inch by inch. I gaged a little but was determined to take all of it. He tilted his head in ecstasy. “Oh god. Alex. Yeesssssss.”

His cock pulsed in my mouth. I felt his balls tighten, and his muscles flex, so I knew orgasm was around the corner.

I let go of his cock and he kissed me yet again. He laid me down on my back, and told me to wait there. He got his pants from off the floor and took a rubber from the pocket. He slid it down his shaft. He got on top if me and spread my legs open. I was so nervous. But If I was going to lose my virginity to someone, it would be him. He kissed my forehead and told me that he would be gentle, and to tell him to stop if it hurt too badly.

He lifted my legs and I wrapped the around his back. He rubbed his head around to find my entrance. He stuck his head in and I felt a sharp pain developing around my hymen. With ever stroke he went deeper and deeper. “OH GOD. Your so tight.” he said grunting. He started rubbing my clit. I was now screaming to the top of my lungs “Nick! Nick! Nick! Oh Nick, don’t stop!” his stokes became faster and harder. It felt unbelievably good.

As I began to orgasm every nerve, every touch, all my senses were amplified. I clenched my pussy tightly. Nick moaned loudly. And I felt his cock shoot semen in the condom. This went on for more than 2 hours. When we were both spent he took off the condom that was drenched in cum. And we cuddled.

He whispered to me “I love you, Alex. Always did. And always will.”

” I love you too, Nick.”

And suddenly, it wasn’t so cold after all.

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Author’s Note and Disclaimer: This is not a real story. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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I remember when she first started working for me. She was a student worker for my division at LAX. I was friends with her mom, and we had even gone drinking on many occasions.

Even though she was young, she was pretty attractive. At twenty years old, she was nicely filled out. I estimated her cup size to be a C, and she had a pretty big butt. I don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about gripping her ass while pounding into her. She was on the short side, no taller than 5’3″. Her dark chocolate skin was smooth and looked soft.

I had to wait though. Twenty was too young. That didn’t stop me from admiring her. She was sweet and innocent. It was hard not to be pulled in by her. She was funny and had a great smile. I knew I had to tread carefully with her. Her mother was a momma bear, and she would kill me if I corrupted her little girl. I don’t even want to think about what her dad would have done to me.

Dalilah was her name, and it suited her. Just to mess with her, I called her Lilah. She would say that she hated, but I knew that she secretly loved it.

I must admit, I did cross a few inappropriate lines when she was young. I was little too touchy. When bursa escort I would talk to her, I would touch her arm. Small things like that, but then I started to notice that it made her uncomfortable. So I stopped.

I also made the mistake by asking her several times to go drinking with me once she turned twenty-one. She refused immediately whenever I asked. Her distrust of me was obvious, so eventually I stopped asking. I didn’t want to end up at a sexual harassment seminar.

One time I was talking to her boss about relationships, and I asked her about her past relationships. Then I asked her if she was a heartbreaker. I swear her eyes became the size of saucers. It was inappropriate, and I’m lucky I didn’t get in trouble for it.

She was so tempting. The forbidden fruit. I wondered if she was a virgin. I’d pretty much do anything to find out. Too bad she wasn’t interested in drinking with me. If she was talkative like her mother, I would find out all kinds of things about her.

It would be another year before I saw her drink. But we’ll get to that later.

Right now, I have her sleeping figure in my arms. She kept moving in her sleep, which made it nearly impossible for me to hold her. She eventually stopped, and I was able to spoon her. I could feel her curves pressing against my body. I could feel my lower half responding to her womanly figure. I moved hips away so she couldn’t bursa escort bayan feel it.

I’d have to wait a week before I could fuck her again. Last night had felt so good and right. She was hot and tight. It had been pure hell not being able to move once I was inside her. I knew she had been in a lot of pain, so I tried to make it as pleasurable for her as possible.

Once she got into it, it made things so much easier. The nail marks she left on my body were starting to itch. It didn’t bother me much. If it meant that I got to fuck her again, then I would be perfectly happy to let her do it again.

All of a sudden, my alarm started blaring. I vaulted out of bed to shut the damn thing off, but it was too late. She was starting to wake up.

“What time is it?” her tired voice said.

“4:30 in the morning. Go back to sleep,” I said and pulled the comforter over her naked body.

She stretched and yawned and curled into the comforter. I really needed to remember not to set my alarm on the weekends.

If she wasn’t sore, I would have gotten back in bed with her and take care of my morning problem.

I opted for a shower instead. I jerked off quickly as the cold water pelted my body. My release was nowhere near as satisfying as last night. I don’t think that anything could compare to that.

When I came out wrapped in nothing but gürsu escort a towel, she was getting dressed. Her back was to me, and I caught sight of the little star tattoo on her lower back. I had forgotten about her tattoos. I think she told me it was a pentagram or something.

She bent over to pick her shirt up, and I came up behind her. I rested my hand on her back and slowly caressed it with my thumb.

She stood up straight and turned around to face me. “Good morning.”

I watched as she pulled her shirt on. I’d rather see it off.

“Regretting last night, already?” I asked jokingly. She didn’t return my smile.

“It’s not that. I just want to go home. I’m sore and achy, and I just want to soak in my tub. At my home,” she emphasized. Instead of replying, I pulled her in for a kiss. A long deep kiss.

Her moan made me stand at attention. Once she felt my excitement, she pulled away.

“Stop. I need to go home,” she said.

“You sure? You can stay if you want,” I suggested. She shook her head stepped away from me. I noticed her body stiffen as she took steps towards the bedroom door.

“Look, you can barely walk without hurting. Just stay for a few more hours and sleep it off.”

“I’m fine,” she said and left the room. I followed her to the living room where she grabbed her purse and searched it for her keys.

“Did I do something wrong? You seemed to enjoy last night if I recall correctly,” I said.

She looks up and gives me a forced smile. “I did enjoy last night. A lot.” She grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

“See you at work,” she called out. The door shut behind her, leaving me to wonder what went wrong.

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This story is partially autobiographical: it draws on my memories for its time and setting, and the first section actually happened to me, more or less. The rest, however, is pure fiction.

To younger readers who note my aside about education having been affordable and compare it to their own lot: I am truly sorry. My generation failed you by allowing the greedy to take control.

You may also note that the story takes place in a time when people wrote letters to each other. On paper. Seems so long ago now, but then again it seems like just yesterday too.

All characters are over the age of 18.

Meeting her would change my life, but that first night was a slice of crazy.

I was in my usual bar late that night after work, sitting in my usual booth, well into my second beer, when she came up and asked me to dance. There was an aged jukebox on the opposite wall from the pool table and about a ten-by-ten foot hardwood dance floor beside it, empty. It was dark where I was sitting, and all I saw of her at first was a pretty face. I let her pull me out on that tiny floor while the box played “Radar Love”.

The light was better there. It showed me a dark-haired beauty with eyes to match, dressed in jeans and a tight black top, both of which she filled out with delectable curves. Her face needed no makeup. Her lips were full, beckoning. She moved sensually to the music, swaying her hips like the vixen she was.

And she was obviously very loaded. Her movements were exaggerated and she had to overcompensate to keep her balance.

I tried to ignore that and danced with her. She did have a lovely smile, and seemed to be enjoying herself. Inspired by the vision of her before me, I moved with her in a way that said “I’ll follow you wherever you go.” I got up close to her and looked into her eyes. She looked back into mine, her dark lashes fluttering.

“Radar Love” ended and the mechanical action was slowly replacing the 45 RPM platter in its slot and getting the next one. In the interim she grabbed me around the waist, put her lips to my ear and said, “Thank you. Please, one more?” I got the feeling that she was holding on to me for support as much as anything else, so I just nodded.

When the next record dropped, it was Al Green, “Let’s Stay Together”, already a classic soul track and probably the premier slow dance song of the last couple of years. Her arms went around my neck on the first note. Her chin tucked over my shoulder like it was made to fit there. I put my hands on her lower back and pulled her close, and we started to move to the song’s beat. She was wearing a light fragrance that I could not place, but it was sweet and herbal, and thankfully somewhat displaced the ambient odors of cigarette smoke and stale beer.

About halfway through, she slumped down, half using me to support her in her drunken state, but her breasts pressed against my chest and the crotch of her jeans grinding into mine at odd times made me not mind much.

When the song ended I let go of her waist. She moved back a step, but her arms clung to my shoulders.

“Can I sit with you?” she said.

“Sure.” I had no idea what I was getting into, but I wasn’t saying no.

I took her arm and started back to my booth with her. After a few steps I put my arm around her shoulders to steady her.

“My name’s Ida, what’s yours?”

“Joseph. My friends call me Joey.”

“Can I call you Joey?”

She was slurring her words, which kind of ruined the line. We had just reached the booth and were sitting down.

“Of course you can, Ida. Can I get you a drink?”

Now, that was irresponsible of me, I know. She’d had enough. But it was kind of what you said, and it just came out.

“No, I’ve probably had enough. I need to get home. I had a bad day.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“Oh, only found out the guy I was seeing was cheating on me all along.”

“I’m so sorry, Ida,” I said. “That sucks.”

The morose part of her drunk must have been kicking in; her voice was getting more quavery by the second.

“We were serious! At least I was. Then I find that all the time we were goin’ out, planning to move in together, everything, all the time he was fucking her!”

I don’t mean to sound callous here. She had good reason to be so upset. It’s just curious how some people can get really soused and cover up their troubles, even laugh through them, but then it turns on a dime.

“Why, oh why did I waste a year of my life on that little shit?”

She was dangerously close to breaking down and sobbing, right there next to me. Oh well, I hadn’t signed up for this, but my heart did go out to her, and I set about trying to comfort her.

“Ida, listen. He’s not worth it. You know what? You’re beautiful. You can do better. You can do so much better than him. Any guy who would go behind your back like that is a goddamn fool. Not worth one single tear. C’mon, it’s going to be better tomorrow. You can make a fresh start.”

I’d gotten my practice at that kind of soothing talk last semester, in the escort bursa dorm at the state university, on the phone talking down distraught former girlfriends of my asshole roommate. That seemed to have been my role in life there. I was home now, taking a semester off to make money.

I went on in this manner for a while, and it seemed to be working. Ida was calming down. Sigh of relief time. Now think about how to get her home safely.

Then, out of the blue, she asked, “Joey, did you mean what you said about me?”

“What was it that I said, Ida?”

“That I was beautiful.”

Uh oh. “Of course I did. I don’t say things like that without meaning them.”

Then she started kissing me.

The thing was, she was a wonderful kisser, even as smashed as she was. All the soft lips and sweetness you could want, but also desire and passion and tongue. She got her arms around my neck while she went at me. I found myself kissing her back. I could hardly help it. I even initiated the next round after she had paused for a breather, and she responded like it was the thing she desired most in the world. This was feeling fantastic. My pants were becoming very tight.

But it was time to be responsible. I pulled back, slowly.

“You’re very sweet, Ida. Do you have a ride home?”

She looked around.

“I think everyone here who I know has left,” she said.

“May I give you a ride home? I can’t leave you here. You shouldn’t be driving.”

“I know. All right. Thank you Joey.”

Honestly, I intended just to get her safely home and leave it at that. I wasn’t about to take advantage of someone in her condition.

But I didn’t have control over what happened when we both got into the front seat of my car. Suddenly she was pulling me down on top of her, pulling her top out of her jeans and up over her bra, pulling the bra up over one large, pillowy breast, and pulling my head down to rub my mouth against the hard, brown nipple.

This was completely out of my experience. It wasn’t quite right to be doing this, but it was her breast and it was wonderful. I took her nipple between my lips and sucked on it. Her skin smelled of talcum powder and honey. It was intoxicating. I licked a circle around her nipple, along the brown oval surrounding it. She was shuddering and moaning my name. I closed my lips around it again for one more taste of her.

Then I pulled away, reluctantly.

“Ida, honey, you’re beautiful, but we can’t do this here. Let me take you home, please.”

“All right,” she said, and started to put herself back together.

I started up and got the car out to the street.

“Which way, Ida?”

“That way,” she said, pointing. I hoped she was right.

We went about half a mile, then suddenly she called, “Stop! This is it.”

I slowed down, but said “Where? I don’t see anything.” We weren’t near anything that looked like a dwelling.

“Right here,” she insisted, pointing at…something? The sidewalk?

I pulled over and stopped the car. She quickly got out and started walking down the sidewalk, a bit unsteadily, without another word.

I called to her. She didn’t answer.

I guessed she’d changed her mind and didn’t trust me to take her home now. Damned alcohol. I almost considered quitting the stuff myself, seeing what it did to her. Almost.

I turned the car around, toward my parents’ house, where I was crashing on the sofa for the summer and fall. They had gotten rid of my bed once I had left for State.

I wasn’t going to take out any loans to pay for school. This was a time when it was possible to finance a degree and support yourself, all by working. I’d gotten behind, though, and needed to pump up my bank account.

I’d gotten a job in a factory in my home town. In the interview, they gave me tests for hand-eye coordination, speed and accuracy in manipulating objects. I guess I passed. I was on second shift, three to eleven, polishing garden tools, which were the product, on a large belt sander. That was the job. It was choking hot inside. Without the shop fans blowing on us we’d be passing out from heat exhaustion. The noise of twenty machines and the clanging from the forge were a constant cacophony.

When I woke up the next morning there was a twinge in my neck from sleeping on the sofa. Even with a pillow the hard armrest would dig into me there. That would work itself out in an hour or so. There was also a gray miasma that had settled over my head. It made me wonder about bothering to get up at all. I’d only had two beers last night; it couldn’t be that. Still, this had been happening more and more these days.

Oh, there was this girl, wasn’t there? What was her name…Ida, that was it. She was seriously hot. But then she’d gotten sloppy, been all over me, then had run away when I tried to take her home to dry out. What fun. I remembered her kisses, though, and her stunning boobs when she practically forced her nipple into my mouth. Wouldn’t it be great to meet a girl like that who was sober? It could happen. Maybe bursa escort it was worth getting up after all.

I pulled myself to my feet, stretched, and headed to the bathroom to shower, since I hadn’t last night. That washed off some of the fog. I got dressed, said a passing hello to Mom, escaped the house and got in my car.

I tooled around town in my ’68 Rambler, looking at previous haunts from years past. There was the community college, a big Victorian era building just a few blocks off of downtown. There was little activity there during the summer session, and everything was in the process of being moved to a new modern facility at the edge of town, on a main highway.

I passed the grocery store where I’d worked part time while going to LCC. It looked dead; there were only a few cars in the parking lot. Competition had moved in a few blocks away: a flashier store with better selections. I remembered washing pots and pans back in the bakery while dreaming of doing things in life. Great things, important things.

There was the building that contained the cramped offices and studios of the local AM radio station. I had a gig there my last year of high school and the year after: a weekly three-hour show where I used my knowledge of music—gained during countless late nights tuning in the distant stations that played jazz, soul, and the avant-garde rock of the time—to spin an eclectic mix of genres for a few dozen fans in this small town grown large. Now, a year later, the playlist was solid AOR.

I got a burger and fries at a familiar diner on Main Street, then walked over to the second-run theater to catch a matinee of Blazing Saddles. A big dose of laughter to prepare me for another mind-numbing shift in the heat and noise of Gruening Tools.

When I got off at eleven I went over to the bar. It was one frequented mostly by working men and women. I had started going there with some of the guys on my shift. College kids like me would normally not do well there, but I had earned some respect by holding my own at the plant. After awhile I could go by myself and people would know I was okay and not bother me. Sometimes one of the guys would wander by and say hello. Mostly, though, I would just have a couple of drinks and watch the scene, unwinding before going home to sleep.

She was there again. Ida. I was sitting in my same booth from last night when she saw me and came over. Tonight she had on a David Bowie t-shirt.

“Joey,” she said, “I’m so sorry about last night, I was really drunk. I must have messed your mind up pretty good, huh?”

Oh, not at all, babe. Hardly a night goes by when some girl doesn’t get snockered and throw herself at me—first getting all weepy, then sucking my face and mashing it into her tit in a drunken fugue—and finally jump out of my car in the middle of the street.

I steeled myself to try to be nice about it anyway.

“Well,” I allowed, “part of it was fun. I’m glad you got home okay. Were you at least close when you got out of the car?”

“It was just a couple of blocks. I don’t really know what I was thinking.”

“You do know I was just going to drop you off, right? You were trying to convince me otherwise, but that would have been wrong. Because you were drunk.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I owe you an apology.”

“Sit down, Ida, please. Can I buy you a drink tonight? Just one.”

“Make it a Coke,” she said. “I need to dry out some more.”

“Sheila?” I called to my server. By luck she was just passing by. A pleasant woman, probably in her thirties, always with a good word for everyone.

“What can I get you, Joey?”

“Could you bring a Coke for my friend, and, uh, I’ll have another one of these.”

“Sure, honey,” she said with a smile before moving on. Good old Sheila. Sometimes her smile made it worth coming here all by itself.

“It must have been tough for you,” I said to Ida. “You said last night that the two of you were serious?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “We’d been going together for almost a year. Then…well, you know.”

“So, is he gone now?” I asked. “Properly kicked to the curb and forgotten?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Except his ghost is still in my head. I guess last night was me trying to fumigate him out. Didn’t work.”

“Well, it takes time for that. Or so I’ve heard.” I said that last part without thinking.

“What, you’re telling me you’ve never had a breakup?” Damn, she was sharp. I was going to be found out now.

“Uh, nope, no breakup.”

“Still with your first girlfriend, then? Married?”

“Not guilty on both counts.” I was only being clever because this hurt.

“Joey, I’m sorry again. I’m prying. That isn’t nice of me.”

“No, it’s okay,” I lied. “I’m not ashamed or anything.”

“May I ask, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“I’m twenty-three, just so we’re even. You do like girls, don’t you?”

“I like them very much. I’m not sure they like me all that much. Or maybe I’m just unlucky.”

And Sheila was there with görükle escort our drinks, which stopped our conversation for a minute.

Ida took a sip of her Coke and broke the silence. “Joey, I was a terrible tease with you last night. I wasn’t completely in control of myself, but still, that was bad of me. Would you let me make it up to you? Would you take me home tonight for real?”

There it is, my first proposition, I thought. Guess I should make a note of it in my journal. No, not bitter much.

“Look,” I said. “If this is out of pity, I don’t want that.”

“Oh, I’ve offended you now. I’m awful at these things sometimes. No, I wasn’t offering you a pity fuck. I can see how it must have sounded like it.”

“What would you call it, then? I would think you’d be sworn off guys altogether right now.”

“I guess I’m not really like that, Joey, I mean, I’m passionate, but I think I have a clear head about things, too. Like, I’m not going to hate all men just because one did me wrong. Now, it would be insulting to you for me to invite you just to get back at him, or for pity. I understand that. But what if I just like you and want to be with someone nice after all that? And I did make things difficult for you last night.”

I took a big slug of my beer. She was not making things easier for me with this line.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I have a hard time believing that. No woman has ever told me she’d like to go to bed with me just because she liked me.”

“That’s another way I’m different, Joey. I don’t play games.”

“What if that’s just another game?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if you’re playing ‘oh, I’m fine, I got hurt but I’m clear-headed, I can just get somebody else for the meantime’, but underneath you still have the baggage?”

“All right,” she said, “I guess that’s fair. I could tell you anything, but why should you believe me? You’ve only seen me for like an hour last night, and then tonight. And I wasn’t at my best last night, I admit.”

“I was kind of holding you up on the dance floor for a while there.”

We both laughed at that.

“I know, I know. I was terrible. I could tell you I rarely drink at all, and never that much, but you’d have to believe that too.”

“That’s not so hard to believe,” I said. “You did have a really bad day.”

“Yeah…Hey, here’s something I bet you will let me make up to you. I’ve got a quarter. I can play that song again. Would you dance with me again, Joey? I promise not to fall down or anything.”

Something inside me opened, just a little. “Okay. I mean, yes, I’d be delighted.”

She got up and reached for my hand. I gave it to her and stood. We walked over to the jukebox, hand in hand. She fished a quarter out of her pocket. Feeding it into the machine, she punched the buttons for “Let’s Stay Together”.

She melted into my arms as the song started. We swayed together, her head resting on my shoulder, her breasts once again pressed against me. Desire for her coursed through me like a fever, a sensitivity to touch that demanded to have her body against me. It settled into my groin and became a pressure, a hardness. I wanted her. I couldn’t deny it. I pulled her more firmly into me as Al’s sinuous, seductive vocal filled our ears, floating over that sweet groove that kept us moving together.

When the music ended she pulled back slightly to look me in the eyes, then kissed me, sweetly, softly. I held her a beat longer.

She gazed at me again. “Thanks for the dance,” she said, with a sly smile.

Back in the booth, seated opposite each other, we sat in silence, sipping our drinks. It was strange: I had always thought that when it came time to happen, I would be ready and eager. Instead I was filled with questions and doubt. I wondered if I even deserved someone like her.

“Ida,” I said finally, “I…I just don’t know if I’m ready.”

“That’s all right, Joey. I’m not in a big hurry. We can just talk for a while. I had a first time too, you know. It’s not always as easy as you might think.”

“What was it like for you? May I ask?”

That impish smile returned to her face. “I’ll tell you later, if you’d like. But not here.”

“All right.”

“You went to high school here, right?” she went on, changing the subject

“Yes,” I replied.

“You must have started right after I graduated, then.”

“That’s right.”

“How was it for you?” she asked.

“I hated it. My parents had just moved here. My father had just gotten out of the army. I was put down here right in the middle of school, everything. I didn’t fit in. I didn’t belong with any of the cliques, and when I looked around, I couldn’t see one that I wanted to be in much anyway.”

“So you were like a lone wolf, then,” she surmised.

“Maybe something like that. Oh, I hung around with a few people, but nothing much ever happened with them. I just decided to get through it with the least trouble I could. I was going to go to college and I figured that could be my liberation.”

“And was it?”

“Maybe some. I did feel like I could breathe easier. I went to LCC for a year because I got a scholarship there. Then I went to State for a year. Came back here this summer to make some money to go back with. I’m going to stay through the holidays and go back in January. I’m working at the Gruening plant now.”

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I finally emerged from the protective cocoon of school at the age of eighteen and ventured out into the real world, still a shy virgin. The next seven years were spent in obtaining my qualification as a chartered accountant, but as far as my sex life was concerned these were wasted years.

The established system of a chartered accountant’s training in those days was to work normal working hours in a qualified accountants office (at a very low rate of pay, thus providing a ready source of cheap labor!) to gain practical experience, and then to study by means of correspondence courses in the student’s spare time. This of course left very little time for socializing which was OK with me as I was still very shy around girls and so avoided contact with them. If only I knew then what I know now…………..!

During that seven year period I did go out on dates with a couple of girls, but never made any attempt to kiss them, even though I wanted to, as I was scared of rejection. So nothing ventured, nothing gained! I fell madly in love with one girl, Annette, who served behind the counter at a bakery where I usually went to buy a lunchtime snack. After I had gone there a few times, she recognized me as a regular customer and started to banter with me. Over the next few months I started to spend nearly all my lunch hour chatting with her in between serving her customers. I eventually plucked up enough courage to ask her out, but she said she was busy that night, and I felt completely rejected and never asked her again. A few weeks later she moved out of the area to take a better job and I never saw her again.

Around the time I qualified at the age of twenty five (still a virgin but nevertheless horny, relying on my own hand for relief) I saw an ad for a job in the Bahamas at a much better salary (tax free) than I was making even after qualifying. I applied and was successful in obtaining the position and so I left England later that year for the sunshine, sea and sand of the Bahamas.

My initial contract was for a three year period and it took me quite a while to settle into my new surroundings. Although the Bahamas was at that time still a British colony, with obvious English traditions and influence, the atmosphere was much more cosmopolitan than I was used to, as there were expatriates from many different countries living there, working in positions that the local people were not yet qualified to fill. Added to that flavor was a heavy American influence as the main industry was tourism and most of the visitors came from the US, especially Miami which lay less than two hundred miles to the west. There was quite a large English community in Nassau, mostly teachers or accountants, and so over the next few months I developed friendships some of which have lasted to this day.

The accounting firm I worked for was rapidly growing, so I put all my energy and efforts into my new job, putting in many hours of overtime, and almost two years passed before I went on my first vacation. Some of the English guys organized a trip to Mexico to attend the 1970 World Cup and since I had been a soccer fan since my schooldays I gladly joined them on the trip. We arranged hotel accommodations in Cuernavaca which was fairly close to Mexico City where the final was to be played and convenient for some of the other venues. We were to stay two weeks, culminating in attending the World Cup Final for which we had already obtained tickets, as well as for some of the earlier games. Amongst the guys on the trip was my colleague Jerry, who had joined the firm three months earlier than me, and with whom I had established a fairly close friendship, as we had a lot in common. Jerry and I originally were to have shared a room, but in the end we were allocated smaller rooms with just one single bed, so we each had our own room.

We had fun while we were there, and men being men, a lot of my group spent the majority of their time chasing girls, and in some cases, getting laid, or so they would have you believe. They were not shy to talk about their exploits and I listened, without saying much, not wanting to reveal that I was completely inexperienced in such matters, and certainly not wanting to admit that I had never been with a woman! We were having dinner on the second to last night, the evening before the Cup Final, when Jerry and I heard some of them talking about a nightclub that they had found a few miles out of town, called “La Huerta” (The Orchard) where apparently lots of available young women could be found, just ripe for the picking, so to speak! They told of their conquests and said they were going back that night. This piqued Jerry’s interest and he was all for going there to check it out. He asked me if I wanted to go with them and not wanting to seem standoffish, or even being left on my own for the evening, I told him OK, I’d go.

They organized some taxis to go out there and around ten o’clock that night we all trooped into the club. It was very rudimentary bursa escort inside, with small tables surrounding a large circular dance floor, and as we entered I noticed (how could I not!) that there were indeed a large number of girls inside, some already seated at the tables talking with guys, while others were standing at the bar chatting with each other. The one thing they had in common, apart from being young and pretty, was that their clothes were very scanty, with short skirts, low cut tops and high heels. As we found tables, the girls left the bar and moved over to join us. One girl came over to the table where Jerry and I were seated, and she was very attractive, with long auburn hair, a nice pair of tits with plenty of cleavage showing and long legs that seemed to go on for ever! Her perfume was quite strong, smelling like fresh-cut flowers, and her overall impression was of a very sexy girl, and of course that had an immediate effect on me, or more precisely, on my cock, which grew hard almost immediately.

She asked us, first in Spanish, and then in broken English when she realized we didn’t speak Spanish, if we wanted something to drink, so we told her we wanted beers, so she smiled and left to get them. Jerry winked at me, and said, “She’s sexy, huh?” and I told him I couldn’t agree more. She soon returned with the beers and we noticed that she had brought three. She handed us one each and then indicated that the third was for herself, and Jerry immediately pulled up a chair between us so she could sit down. We started to chat as best we could, given that she spoke little English and we spoke even less Spanish. We spent an hour or so like this, aided by two more cervecas each, and during which we learned that her name was Marisa, that she was nineteen and that she was available for the night. I wasn’t sure that I knew what that meant, but I believe Jerry did, for as she excused herself to go to the ladies room, he said, “Jack, I’ve never paid for it in my life before, but I think tonight I’m going to lose my amateur status! She’s gorgeous, don’t you think?” I had to admit that I agreed completely with him, but found it hard to believe that she was really a hooker, because she did not fit my pre-conceived notion of what a hooker looked like. She looked so fresh and pretty, not at all like the kind of woman that plied her trade on the streets of Soho that I had seen on my trips to London before I left England.

Shortly afterwards, Marisa returned to the table, but instead of resuming her seat took Jerry by the hand and started to lead him towards the bar. Jerry looked over his shoulder at me and winked before saying, “We’ll be right back!” They disappeared into the area that led to the restrooms and I learned later that there were some private rooms, or more correctly cubicles, where you could take the girl of your choice for a quickie, if that was all you wanted. This was the cheapest option, but if you wanted longer with a girl you could, for the right price, take her back to your place.

They soon came back, arm in arm, Marisa smiling at him, and they sat down at the table again, but this time Marisa sat where Jerry had, while he sat next to me. He said quietly, “Jack, I have a little problem.”

“What’s wrong, Jerry?” I asked.

“I really want her, but I’m a little short on cash. Can you lend me 100 pesos until tomorrow?”

Now 100 pesos wasn’t a whole lot of money, probably about $4, and I happened to have much more than that in my wallet, so I told him, “Sure, Jerry, no problem. You want it now?”

“Yeah. I just need to give it her upfront, so she can pay her fee, and then we’re gonna leave. What you gonna do?”

“I guess I’ll come back to the hotel with you, if that’s OK.”

“Sure, but don’t you want to bring a girl back with you?”

“Uh, uh. No, I don’t see any I fancy,” I replied, not wanting to tell him the real reason, that I was scared shitless to even think about it.

“OK, then. You mind paying for the beers and the cab back to the hotel? I’ll settle up with you tomorrow.”

“No worries, Jerry.” I took out my wallet and slipped him the 100 he asked for and a 20 to cover the bill for the beers. He handed both to Marisa and she hurried back to the bar, where she became involved in a heated discussion with the bartender, before disappearing into the back. She was gone quite a while, and I was just wondering if she was ever going to come back when she reappeared with a light coat over her scanty attire.

She came back to our table and said to Jerry, “Vamanos, mi bida!” We got up and went outside where a number of taxis were waiting. The three of us got in the back seat, with Marisa sitting between Jerry and I, and as the taxi pulled on to the main road back into town, Marisa leaned forward to give some instructions to the driver in Spanish. As she leaned back, she slipped open her coat, revealing her legs way up to her thighs, as well as her generous altıparmak escort cleavage and my cock, which had been semi-hard all night, revived to full hardness. The sight of her lovely legs, her full breasts and the heady scent of her perfume was really getting to me and then my excitement grew as she took my hand and put it on her bare leg. I looked over at Jerry and he grinned back at me as he put his hand on her other leg. Marisa sucked in her breath in almost a whistle and leaned back with her eyes closed for a few moments. Her next move completely astounded me as well as brought me to a fever pitch. She turned to look me in the eye and while I stared somewhat blankly back at her she put her hand directly on my rabid erection and smiled broadly. Her white teeth glistened in the dim light cast by the street lamps as we entered town and she whispered, “Bueno, caliente!”

I managed to respond in what little Spanish I knew, “Si, muy caliente!” even though my heart was beating in my chest at 100 miles an hour.

She laughed and responded, “Si, si, muy muy caliente!” She followed this up with, “You like fuckee, fuckee?”

I nodded and answered with a dry mouth, “Si!” I didn’t want Jerry to think I was trying to horn in on his girl, so I looked rather anxiously over at him, but he just grinned and gave a thumbs-up sign. Then I saw Marisa had her other hand on the lump in his pants and realized he was just enjoying the ride.

We soon arrived at the hotel and Jerry and Marisa went on in while I paid the cab driver. They were still waiting for the elevator when I entered the lobby, Jerry’s arm around her tiny waist and her hand on his ass. They looked like long time lovers, and when we went inside the elevator and the doors closed behind us they embraced in a long passionate kiss. I hardly knew where to look, but I was really turned on by now and my cock ached for release. We got off the elevator and walked down to our rooms, mine being directly opposite to Jerry’s, and as he was unlocking his door, Marisa looked at me with a broad smile and blew me a kiss! As they entered his room, Jerry turned to me with a grin and said, “OK, Jack, see you tomorrow!”

“See you!” I responded enviously, wishing it was me and not Jerry that Marisa was with. I closed the door behind me and for a second toyed with the idea of heading back to “La Huerta” to find me a girl. Then I realized that this probably wasn’t a good idea as I hadn’t seen any girl I fancied as much as Marisa and would probably have lost my nerve by then anyway. I decided to adopt my usual course of taking things into my own hands so I stripped off my clothes and headed to the shower. As I pulled off my under shorts I saw that they were quite wet where copious amounts of pre-cum had leaked from the tip of my raging hard-on, and it felt so good to take a firm grip on my rock hard shaft. I turned on the shower and stepped inside to stand with my back to the shower and the jets of hot water felt good as they flowed over my shoulders and down my back as I jerked on my cock. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar feeling coming over me as the cum started to travel up my shaft and before I knew it my cock was spitting out a long stream of cum all the way to the far wall of the shower stall! I didn’t remember ever cumming that hard before, an indication of how turned on I had been. I stayed under the shower for a long time, luxuriating in the hot water until it started to turn cold. I turned it off, grabbed a towel and went back into the bedroom to dry myself off.

I had just finished that task and had dropped the towel on the floor, ready to get into bed, when I heard a gentle knock on the door, followed by a vaguely familiar female voice calling out my name. “Jack! Jack!” I quickly picked up the towel and wrapped it around my waist before opening the door slightly to see who it was. To my delight it was Marisa, still wearing her coat, and I wondered if something was wrong with Jerry. Then she smiled at me and the next thing she said caused my cock to spring back to attention. “Fuckee, fuckee, si?” she whispered, and that was my cue to open the door wider and let her into the room. She came inside and I put on the night latch on the door, then turned back to face her. The instant I did, she shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor, revealing that she wore absolutely nothing underneath!

“Oh, God!” I moaned as I saw her perfect body standing before me in all its wonder. I drank in every detail as I looked at her from head to toe, from her gorgeous auburn hair flowing over her shoulders, to her full breasts standing out proudly, her tiny waist and full hips tapering down to her long legs and the crowning glory, a patch of fine auburn hair above her glistening slit.

Marisa looked at me for a second and then smiled her wonderful smile, holding her hand out towards me. “You like?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah!” I breathed. bursa rus escort “Mucho!”

She stepped closer to me and planted a kiss full on my mouth, then jerked on my towel, dropping it on the floor, revealing my growing erection. As I had stood there looking at her I had briefly wondered if jerking off like I did would hamper my ability to become aroused, but that doubt was answered right away, and I guess it was obvious to her that my cock was indeed rising to the occasion and that she wanted to check it out. She looked down at my hard on and whispered, “Si, muy caliente!” as she reached forward to caress it. She pulled back my foreskin slightly then caressed the exposed head with her thumb, before dropping to her knees in front of me, using my discarded towel as a cushion. She looked up at me questioningly and said, “Suckee, suckee?”

I whispered, “Si!” as she caressed my rock hard cock with her hand. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, and then as my cock entered her mouth I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her tongue circled the head even as she pushed her lips further down my shaft, and then I thought to myself that it was probably just as well that I had cum just a few minutes before, or else I would probably have cum right there and then! She sucked on my pole for a few seconds longer and I believe that at one point she took the entire length into her mouth – admittedly not a great feat as my cock was probably just less than six inches long.

After a while she pulled away and looked up at me with that dazzling smile and said, “Ahora, fuckee, fuckee?” There was no mistaking what she meant and my heart was racing as she stood up and led me over to the bed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide apart, then pulled me towards her. Somewhat awkwardly I leaned over her and knelt between her legs, unsure of what to do next. She smiled again, then reached up to put one hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer to her. At the same time she grabbed my throbbing cock and started to guide it towards her glistening pussy. I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy lips and she pushed her hips up at me. I started to slide inside her and then I was really glad that I had made myself cum earlier, for otherwise I think I would have shot my load even before I was all the way in. The feeling was so glorious I finally understood why guys chase after any pussy they can: it felt like a warm velvet glove was enveloping my entire being and I pushed a little harder until I could go no further. I started to pull back out and then back in to try to repeat the sensation. It worked and it felt even better the second time! I did it again and then again and then settled in to a rhythmic pistoning motion, back and forth, back and forth, while Marisa sighed, and I hoped they were sighs of pleasure. At the top of one stroke I momentarily paused and she immediately pushed her hips up towards me to force me back inside her. I resumed my slow rhythmic stroking and she egged me on, murmuring, “Mas! Mas!”

I settled into a steady rhythm, gradually increasing the pace as my excitement grew. I started to get the familiar tightening in my balls that meant they would soon be ready to release their hot load, so in an effort to prolong the pleasure I slowed my pace down a little. As soon as I did that, however, Marisa started to move her hips back and forth, thus continuing the motion, and frustrating my attempt to delay my impending orgasm. What took me over the top, however, was when she started rotating around my shaft as well as driving her hips back and forth. “Oh, god!” I moaned, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” and sure enough a split second later I felt my hot cum shoot through my cock and explode inside her. The spasms seemed to go on and on, and Marisa continued swiveling around my hardness until it became almost painful. I collapsed on top of her, my entire body quivering, and she put her arms around me, holding me tight until I recovered. I raised my head and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and then kissed her on her rosy red lips and then on her neck. We lay in that position for quite a while, until she gently rolled me over on to my back and my limp dick plopped out of her. She got off the bed, gently patted me on the chest and murmured, “Un momentito,” before disappearing into the bathroom. My senses were reeling after the experience I had just enjoyed, with opposing feelings of exhilaration and sadness: exhilaration that I had finally got to know what real sex felt like and sadness that she would soon leave me, alone once more.

My head was full of these thoughts when Marisa emerged from the bathroom, carrying a small bowl of warm water and a towel. She smiled as she sat on the bed and started to wash my rather tender cock and then my balls, and then gently patted them dry with the towel. “OK, baby?” she asked.

“Si!” I affirmed, and sat up to kiss her on the cheek. My cock may have been sore, but it soon proved to still have life as it started to harden again. She smiled and stood up, and then took the bowl back into the bathroom.

When she returned she smiled and said, “Ahora! I must go now!” and then lapsed back into Spanish. “Pero, manana noche,” pointing at herself and then at me, “Aqui, mas fuckee fuckee, OK?”

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Carbon Flint’s name had enchanted Kitty from the first time her dad invited the handsome young executive to their home for dinner. It sounded like the name of a hero from one of the romances she read; books she stole from her mother’s bedroom and read in secret under the covers at night. The stories of buxom females and lusty men fuelled her fantasies and were responsible for many a night of solitary passion under the coverlet of her single bed.

Carbon Flint, Kitty had decided would be the man she gave her virginity to.

She had had to play her game carefully. Her dad was watchful of her, typically protective, but she had managed to steal moments alone with Carbon. On the surface she chatted to him about mundane things, but she imitated the heroines from her novels. While she talked, she would cast him sidelong glances, and find opportunities to touch him, stroking his forearm or furtively running her fingers down his back when she passed him in the kitchen. She became very good at managing to caress him while her parents were in the next room, thrilling at the possibility of being caught.

When her dad offered to invite Carbon for the small family celebration of her 18th birthday, Kitty quickly agreed. She wore tight blue jeans that night, and a top that had a zipper in the front. She had not put on a bra and she had been pleased to notice Carbon noting that fact over dinner, his eyes resting now and again on the outline of her breasts pushing against the soft cotton fabric. Her nipples tightened under his hot gaze and Kitty made a great show of licking every trace of spaghetti sauce bursa escort bayan from her lips, meeting Carbon’s eyes as she did so. After dinner, Kitty had gone upstairs to play darts glancing at Carbon as she went, in hopes that he would follow her.

She hadn’t long to wait before Carbon followed her. Kitty’s heart skipped a beat, when she heard his footsteps on the stairs and she bit her lip to make it red as she had read in a book just that day. She turned to look at him, touching the bruised lip with the tip of her tongue when he reached the top of the stairs. His brown eyes flashed and Kitty shivered at the hint of danger in his look. She smiled and pulled a hand through her long brown hair, shaking her head so that the glinting strands bounced on her shoulders. Carbon didn’t say anything; he made his way across the landing and into the bathroom. Kitty followed him.

He was waiting and grabbed her when she stepped into the room, shutting the door and pushing her against it. Her heart pounded with excitement and anticipation of the unknown when she heard him press the deadlock home on the door. She whimpered, looking up at him. She parted her lips to speak but was silenced by his mouth. He kissed her hard, and his hands closed on her breasts, massaging through her shirt before his fingers found and opened the zipper. Then his warm skin was on her naked flesh and she shivered with delight when he pinched her nipples. After a moment, his hands worked their way lower and she was suddenly afraid. He fumbled with the button of her jeans, bursa escort pushing her harder against the door, his mouth bruising hers as he got the button and zipper undone and pushed the tight pants down over her hips.

Kitty struggled, pulling her mouth away. “Stop…” she said, her breath shaky with mixed emotions. She wanted more, her body throbbed, aching from his kisses and his touch, but she didn’t know what to expect.

Carbon smiled down at her and kissed her gently. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. She tensed as his fingers ran along the waist band of her panties, but he distracted her with a kiss and Kitty melted against him, thrusting her hips forward to the gentle caress of his fingers on her lightly haired mound.

He found the small button of her clit and pressed his fingers against it with just enough pressure. Kitty let out her breath with a sighing moan and parted her legs, pushing at her jeans with her hands to give him room.

Carbon growled as his hand worked its way inside her panties. His fingers played with her clit and Kitty wriggled, moaning in pleasure and trying to thrust against his hand. She gasped when he caught hold of her hand and brought it to the front of his pants.

“Touch me,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He helped her to unzip his pants, freeing the heavy, throbbing cock from the confines of his clothing. Kitty had never touched a man’s cock before; she had only read about them in books. She hadn’t expected it to feel alive, and hot and so wet in the palm of her hand, but she closed her eyes, wrapping görükle escort her fingers around the shaft and threw her head back with a soft cry of delight when Carbon’s fingers found their way to her pussy, edging inside. Carbon’s mouth was on hers again and he pulled her closer, one hand on the small of her back, the other stroking her to a frenzy of need.

“Kitty?”

They froze.

It was her dad’s voice, calling from downstairs. Kitty let go of Carbon’s cock and pulled away from him, quickly adjusting her jeans, and pulling up the zipper on her shirt. She opened the door and ran to the railing around the top of the stairs. “Yes dad?” She popped her head over the side.

“What took you so long?” Her dad stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her. “I had to call you twice.”

“Oh, sorry, Dad — I was listening to my stereo with the headphones. I didn’t hear the first time.”

Her dad smiled and shook his head. “I just wanted to know if you want coffee.”

Shaking her head, Kitty laughed. “No thanks, daddy, I’m going to turn in.” She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the throb of want in her pussy and glanced over her shoulder to see that Carbon had come out of the bathroom. He looked calm and together, compared to a few moments ago. “I’ll let mister Flint know you’re fixing coffee, I think he’s in the study.” She pulled her head back over the railing and turned to look at Carbon with a giggle.

Carbon stepped closer to her, pushing her hips against the stair rail and grinding his body against her. “I’m not going to let you get away with that,” he whispered. “When can I come back and finish what we started in there?” he indicated the bathroom with a jerk of his head.

Kitty shivered. “Tomorrow,” she said breathlessly. “Mom and Dad have work. She made bold enough to get on her toes and kiss him. “I want you,” she said before pulling away and running to her bedroom.

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This story is a little different from most I’ve written. It seems in the past while writing a lot of my stories, I’ve tried to keep in mind what people are looking for, what feedback I’ve gotten, etc. I try to make sure that when splitting stories into sections, each one has a nice ‘scene’ to it. I’ve also often sanitized the setting, to make it less obvious exactly where and when it occurred. This time out of the chute, I’m writing this one for me. Just recounting one of the most memorable occasions in my life. I hope you like it. If you don’t, that’s alright too. It’s probably too late for the contest, and not quite titillating enough for most, but it’s my favorite Christmas memory of all. (And for anyone keeping track, it’s the same Mike from my Road-Trip series.) Thanks for reading.

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After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, NY, and anybody who’d experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer.

For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I’d graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays.

We didn’t have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C-141 flight that made a loop through Latin America.

After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn’t get home until Christmas Day, but better late than never.

With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling, eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then Lima, and finally Santiago.

After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do for Christmas?

Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida.

“When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?” I asked the airman behind the desk.

“In an hour-and-a-half, and it’s all but empty. You want on?” He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump.

I’d lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days.

“Please,” I told him, “but hold my space for Santiago. I’ll be back for that flight.”

I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using the emergency AmEx card my parents had given me when I headed off to college. I’d explain the $67.00 to my parents.

I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least I had a plan.

Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas, with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it.

* * *

So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends nearby and I expected they’d all be home for Christmas. After a short internal debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of them.

Mike bursa escort lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who’d been one of my first real deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she’d been a senior, and was pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and would probably be home. I knew they’d welcome me, but I was concerned it would be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of that who knew if they had anyone else in tow?

Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room, and I wouldn’t be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I’d always had a crush on Sheri, but although I’d dated her best friend, I’d never gone out with her. Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus.

Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy’s number from memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I’d gotten somebody else, I would have really felt uncomfortable.

Tommy’s answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me straight back down memory lane.

“Hee-ello,” he answered.

“Tommy! Guess who?” I asked.

I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable, since he didn’t hesitate a second.

“Steve-o! What are you up to? Where’re you at?” He answered eagerly.

It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me.

“Funny you should ask. It’s a long story, but I’m in a bit of a bind. I’m at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day.” I told him.

“What happened to Chile, and Rochester?” He asked.

“I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on the plane in Charleston. I couldn’t get out again until the 26th, so when I saw an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best.” I explained.

“That’s Great!” He almost shouted. “Not great that you couldn’t get home, but great that you’re here. You want to stay with us? You can have Greg’s room, he won’t be here, and I’m sure Sheri and Mom would love to see you. The place is kind of ‘down’ with Greg canceling his trip home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit.” He did sound enthused, and I couldn’t help grinning in reply.

“Don’t you think you should check?” I laughed.

A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a shouted conversation.

“MOM! GUESS WHO’S IN TOWN.”

“NO, NOT GREG.”

“NO, GO AHEAD GUESS.”

“GUESS AGAIN.”

“OK, OK – STEVE.”

“YEAH, STEVE PELLAND. HE’S STUCK HERE IN TOWN ‘TIL CHRISTMAS DAY.”

“OF COURSE I TOLD HIM HE SHOULD COME HERE, I’LL GO GET HIM.”

“I WILL.”

“YES MOM…YES…I WON’T…I WILL.”

I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and almost missed it when he came back on.

“Where should I pick you up?” He asked.

“The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?” I answered.

“Sure – be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is GREAT!”

I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about 20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as friends go, I couldn’t do much better than mine, and figured at the least I wouldn’t be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly eating my way through my meager funds.

When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he’d gotten rid of the VW Bug he’d inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now driving his brother’s old Two-tone Cougar.

We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history.

When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the beginning I’d written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and a surprise call maybe once a year.

I knew he was attending Florida State, and escort bursa that Greg had graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about it.

Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more detail about what I’d been up to.

“So,” he asked, “Got a girl?”

“Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas ball, but that seems to have been my mistake.” I admitted.

“Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter, every phone-call, just seems like they didn’t stay the same all that long.” He teased.

“I don’t know. I had several relationships last pretty long. Two were more than 6 months long.” I argued.

“Ooooh! Six Months!” He laughed.

“How about you then,” I asked in defense.

“Still Erin. Almost two years now.” He asked.

“Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much better.” I teased.

“Oh really? Like how?”

“Like me!” I laughed.

“Right, like that would ever happen! Don’t even think about it, or you’ll be sleeping in the street.” He was laughing as well.

“Not if I called Erin I wouldn’t,” I shot back.

I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock in the arm.

We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who says you can’t go back?

“Mom’s got to work tomorrow, so I’m sure she’s in bed, and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We’ve got lots to do tomorrow anyway.”

We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg’s old room. Tommy stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn’t past 9:00 am, and left me to get settled.

Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they’d always been an early-bird household. For me 9:00 am WAS the crack of dawn.

Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to ourselves. He’d been on the phone arranging our day, and once we’d finished the pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family.

Entering Mike’s house was the same as it had ever been, but more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again before we could leave. Mike’s older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her about the Christmas gift she’d given me three years earlier. She’d bought me a Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we could laugh at it. When I’d been 16 I’d been somewhat in awe of her, now things were comfortable.

Mike’s older brother was home as well, with his live-in girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I’d have to hear more about.

The biggest surprise was Alice. She’d been a few years younger than us. I wasn’t sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so infatuated with me around, I’m afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more trouble than I needed.

When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and we’d been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy. We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our first band, Jack was our bassist.

At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to relive our first ‘gig’. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums we’d all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles, and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of “Smoke on the Water”, and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We’d called ourselves Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we had our first birthday party gig.

Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was now 6’7″ and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He reminded me of the time when gemlik escort we went on our first dates together. I had gone with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who was in Jack’s class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out with our “Valentine’s Day Queen”, Anne, who was in my class and almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had the baby. They lived with Suzanne’s parents. Dennis was doing alright, working for Suzanne’s father.

While we were visiting, several friends dropped in, including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there.

Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a total fiasco. We’d sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out, and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent “hand-checks” and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real ‘make-out’ session, as we cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her breast through her sweater.

Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and nervous as goldfish in a blender. We’d started necking, which got more and more intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I’d had a little more confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened?

As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I’d touched underneath her clothing. I didn’t call her for several days, and even avoided her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders, with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at the same time excelling in school. She was voted “Most Popular.” I was “Most Likely to Succeed.” However, in this case it turned out she was “Most Slighted”, and I was definitely “Most Inept.” After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her best friend Sheri, Tommy’s sister, with letting me know that she thought we shouldn’t go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I’d changed schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the following year, before moving to Santiago.

Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together and finally had a few minutes alone.

“You know Kat, I don’t think I ever apologized for being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry.”

She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look. “You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart.”

“I was young and stupid. I’d never done ANYTHING with a girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I’d overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say.” She sat down underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular bench around it.

“You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy, and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun. Something.” She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I felt even worse.

“I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky.” I admitted.

“He was nice to me when I needed it.”

“But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you.” I told her.

“He lived two houses down. We’d grown up together, and when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was wrong, and really made me feel a lot better.” She confessed.

That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me think better of Ricky, who wasn’t just lucky or an opportunist.

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Robert was the special guy I met my freshman year in college. He was a senior and I found it exciting that someone that much older was interested in me. At first it was just friendship as he kind of mentored me in my accounting major. Honestly, I didn’t need much help but took it to get his attention.

Robert asked me out on a Friday two weeks after classes started. We went out to dinner and a movie. At the end of the date he kissed me goodnight before I took the elevator up to my dorm room. Yes, my panties were a little damp.

During the week I would join Robert for lunch and dinner most days and the following weekend he asked me to go ice skating with him. It was a double date with a friend of his and girlfriend. I had ice skated a little in high school and enjoyed having him to skate with. He kissed me a few times at the ice rink. After skating we returned to his row house and kissed while watching tv. I was not really used to college hours and was still back in my room at midnight.

It was during the following week that Robert’s hand first found it way inside my bra. Two nights later I was wearing a skirt and his hand went up my leg and started to stroke me through my panties. I climaxed my first time with Robert that evening.

Even when I got on Robert’s lap so I could feel his penis against my clitoris, he was never interested in dry humping like I had done with Jason the year before. He would lay me on my back and undo my blouse but he just stroked me through my panties.

Then one night he undid his pants and I got to see his penis for the first time. It was what I would call average size, about 6 inches, circumcised and oozing a drop of pre-cum. He told me to take it in my mouth and as I did he put his hand inside my panties. His finger inside my vagina was a new pendik escort bayan and delightful feeling. I climaxed just before he did. I loved the taste of his semen and had no trouble swallowing it.

Right at the end of October we went to a party at the house of a friend of his. Of course the theme was Halloween and I was dressed as Dorothy in a somewhat short gingham dress and red pumps. Robert was the Scarecrow. Actually, my dress was not all that short for a college girl, but I had enough wine that I know my white panties were exposed a few times.

I was getting more sober again as we headed back to his room. We took off our shoes, settled on his bed and began making out. Soon his pants were off and I decided I wanted to feel him against me so I got on top of him so I could feel his penis rubbing my clitoris through my panties. I could also feel it pushing my panties between my labia. The feeling was wonderful.

So, when Robert reached under my dress and started to pull my panties down, I did not resist. Right after that he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head and then undid my bra. I helped him get his shirt off and then we were naked together for the first time.

I was on my back and Robert was half on top of me, his hard penis against my thigh. Then as we kissed he moved on top of me and I spread my legs in order to feel closer to him. Still, when he put his penis at the opening of my vagina I got scared and asked him to move higher. He complied for a while but the truth was, I felt like I wanted to be closer to him.

I was rocking my hips under Robert and he slid lower again. This time I did not resist as his penis began to go between my inner labia and then to that tight spot that marks the beginning of my most intimate şişli escort bayan zone. As his penis went deep inside me I felt a little pain of stretching and I remember thinking, “This is it, I am no longer a virgin.”

That Robert was experienced was obvious as he slowly and gently made love to me. I had heard so many other girls talk about how disappointing their first time was, but the feelings I was feeling were not disappointing at all. Suddenly that tension built up to the point of no return and I found myself having my best climax ever. Robert held still deep within me as my vaginal muscles pulsed around him. I was amazed at how good a climax felt while making love. Shortly after that, Robert began to move in and out of me again until suddenly he pushed deep inside me and with a groan filled me with his semen. While it didn’t feel quite as fantastic as my climax, I was amazed at how good the pulsing of his penis inside me felt.

After that we just lay together for a while as he gently kissed me. Every so often his penis would give a little twitch inside me and I would have a little mini orgasm in response.

I knew I was in love, but all good feelings have to end and when he finally pulled out I decided I needed to get dressed and return to my dorm room. As Robert pulled out, it seemed like a huge amount of semen came out of me. He wanted me to leave my panties, but I was not willing to do that. Having the cold wind against my very sensitive girl parts did not sound very fun and I was worried about his semen still dripping out.

It was 1:30 when I got back to my room and my roommate, Sarah, was there. She commented on how late I was and when I blushed, she said, “Oh wait, you did it, didn’t you?” We had some girl talk, hugged and then I went to tuzla escort bayan take a shower.

Needless to say, I spent a lot of time with Robert after that night, often going to his room to do homework and making love with him every chance we got.

Thanksgiving was hard. Robert flew home to Massachusetts and I went home for the first time since going to college. I felt like a completely different person at home. Everything was so strange after being away for what seemed so long. It didn’t help any that I missed Robert terribly and only got to talk to him on the phone once. Still, I enjoyed reconnecting with my two best high school girl friends and sharing secrets. They were excited when I told them about Robert. Both were still virgins at that point, although Diane lost her virginity before Christmas and Sue the next March.

Back at school for the last three weeks of the semester was wonderful for me as Robert and I got to spend so much time together. Finals were almost a breeze and Robert and I spent the whole night together the final day of school, making love four times between dinner and when I drove him to the airport the next day.

Christmas break was pretty lonely. Robert called me every third or fourth day and I got to tell him how much I missed him and hear how much he missed me. I wanted to call him Christmas day, but my mother was adamant that girls do not call boys.

To my delight, Robert came back for school four days early and flew into Seattle. Our school was in Portland. I had his car and met him at the airport, then we drove to my parent’s house. I was so proud to introduce Robert to my family. I was also annoyed as my little sister (four years younger than me) flirted with him. My brother just acted immature.

Needless to say, each night I snuck down to the guest room and we made love. I also had sex in a car for the first time when we went out on a date and parked in a lonely corner at the mall.

We drove back to Portland for the start of my second semester of college and I settled in as an experienced college girl.

to be continued…..

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You decide you’re going to go for smart, but casual. You also learned a long time ago that I really don’t see the point in expensive cosmetics and that, perhaps more significantly, I really like you as you are. The long dress will cover you without being too revealing. Later on you might think about wandering around without much on for my benefit, but you’re not going to wander round looking like a tart in public.

You hesitate, considering whether to leave your knickers off, and then go for a pair you bought specially, out of town, when you were pretty sure nobody you knew was around, then add the matching bra, tucking firm breasts, nipples already sensitive with anticipation, into their cups, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

You check in the mirror, running your hands over what are almost half spheres. You can see the tips. It must be possible to see your pussy, even sexual folds, through your knickers. You smile to yourself, feeling sexy. I mentioned something about black lace weeks ago, and it stuck in your mind. The flowing dress goes on, and you struggle briefly with the zip behind your back. You go for smart but laceless shoes. You don’t own high heels, and boots don’t feel quite right.

I’ve invited you round for dinner. You know, from experience, that I enjoy a nice restaurant, which never means the pizza option that you have got used to at university, and is more often than not something spicy and exotic, but also that I’m more than competent in the kitchen.

You’ve also experienced me coming and picking you up. You’re not sure what to make of this. In some ways it feels quite old-fashioned, a quaint attitude in a man who’s only a few years older than you. In some ways it feels quite good. You’ve decided it’s not about me not wanting you wandering around on your own. You’re more than capable of looking after yourself, and I know it. Still, you’re going to make your own way.

The air around my place smells, not atypically, like an Indian restaurant, and you know I’ve been plundering recipes from the cookery books I sent home to myself from Dehradun, books that need a basic grasp of transliterated Hindi to follow. You’ve seen my bookshelves, and know there are others from cuisines originating all over the world, some from countries I’ve been, others from places I’ve yet to visit and that, perhaps, if things go well, you might explore with me.

You’ve come to appreciate my culinary world tours, and know I can equal, if not beat, most of Edinburgh’s takeaways, and not a few restaurants, although we’ve visited a couple where I admit their trained chef trumps my practice. I can do better than the usual Indian food modified for Europeans found in most takeaways, but I still can’t make a decent dosa. You’re about on time. You couldn’t have made it much earlier, and if I say dinner at 7, I mean be there before 7:15 or risk food not being at its best.

You let yourself in, knowing you’re the only person in my life permitted to do this, leaving your shoes by the door. Six weeks after our first kiss, you know I’m interested in you as a person. You know I find you hot and sexy, and I’m not the only man around who feels that way, but I’m still around long after most men would have quit when you didn’t jump straight into bed with them. It isn’t, you are clear in yourself, some sort of test: it’s about finding the right guy.

One bloke, who you had high hopes for — for less than a week — gave up amid some nasty commentary about your sex drive. As far as you know, that is healthy, but there’s a healthy libido and there’s letting the wrong guy into your knickers. I’ve made no secret of wanting more than kisses and fondling on the sofa, and you’ve felt, sometimes by accident, sometimes not, my arousal from the closeness of your body. On the other hand, you’re shy, which you admit quite happily, and want intimacy as well as sex.

The kitchen is hot. All four rings on the stove are on, and I’m making roti, a wooden spatula in one hand, a damp teacloth on the chopping board. The tava is hot, and you guess the other three pans will contain dhal, probably heavy on the garlic and chillies, and one sabji or another, which might include vegetables you can get in any supermarket, or might not. I’m not afraid of odd green things with no common English name, and will happily wander into any of half a dozen greengrocers and transact business in my elementary Hindi or Urdu. I’ve been asked a few times if I’ve known what to do with an odd vegetable. My preferred response is to ask if I look like a gora. The correct answer to this is that yes, I do, but they don’t know I learned most of my Indian cookery skills in domestic kitchens and watching practised experts across the subcontinent.

Maybe I’m just as adventurous in bed.

An almost perfectly circular thin round of dough goes on the tava, and I claim my first kiss of the evening, one hand going round your back to stroke gently. A warm shiver goes down your kartal escort bayan spine, and you relax into me, giving me a full embrace. I’m trying not to get flour on your dress. You ask if you can help, knowing the answer. You’re welcome in my house, but I’m territorial about the kitchen. You’ve helped me cook on more than one occasion, and you know where to find coffee but, if I’ve started, I’ll finish. .

I break, and flip the roti. I leave it a few seconds, then begin to press it gently around the edges with the damp cloth. It puffs like a poori in hot oil and I remove it carefully with my fingers, tossing it onto a plate in a slightly warmed oven. I learned this from watching guys who do this all day every day on the streets of every town in India. I’ve tried to teach you how it’s done, and you’re getting there. You perch on a stool near the stove, wanting to keep me company, feeling warm and cosy just in my presence.

It doesn’t take long before dinner is ready. Four more roti take under two minutes each, and I whip up a tarka for the dhal in under five more It looks like I’m going to be eating leftovers for a couple of days, but dhal improves with age, and you know I’m happy enough going through last night’s dinner for lunch. Finally, I fry two papad each, served with spiced onions and sweet chutney.

I wash my hands carefully. I’ve made you giggle a few times when I’ve told you about forgetting to wash my hands after chopping chillies.

I learned Indian cookery skills from people with a lifetime of practice serving food on the streets of India and in ordinary kitchens belonging to the mothers, and grandmothers, of friends from Pune to Kolkata, but I serve you like a Mughal princess, from warmed copper dishes. Indian pickle is an acquired taste, but one you’ve come to appreciate, and you serve yourself from little metal bowls on the table. I’ve made a jug of proper mango lassi, which is just as well, as I meant it when I put chillies in the dhal. The pickle bites as well.

We eat Indian-style, one handed, without cutlery. This isn’t Indian food as most Europeans know it, from a supermarket or the similar bland approximations that come from most Indian (or, more usually, Bangladeshi or Pakistani) restaurants in most towns across the UK.. This is Indian food as northern Indians know it, and the intimate connection with food that comes from eating with your right hand brings your mind to the intimate connection you’re increasingly considering with me. A warmth in your belly and a dampening in your groin grow as you consider that tonight might be it.

Our previous attentions to each other, usually on a sofa, once on your bed, have left you aroused, even wet and, once alone, you’ve brought yourself to a climax on many occasions. You suspect I might have done the same, thinking about you as you’ve been thinking about me. You again wonder what that shaft that you’ve sometimes brushed, sometimes enjoyed pressing against you through several layers of fabric, will actually feel like as it penetrates your body.

You bring yourself back to the present. I asked you something, and you try to cover it, but guessing, rightly, that I know that the flush to your skin didn’t come from my cooking. It’s hot, but hot is fine. Hot is what you feel between your legs. Hot and damp.

I clear the table, then bring two bowls of warm water and two small hand towels. You wash your right hand, then dry it, and I withdraw again, returning with a small bowl of sweets. It’s not halwa, but you guess there are pistachios and sugar involved somewhere. It comes in flaky layers, and clears your palate. We finish with an orange each.

We adjourn to my lounge settee, and I turn some music on. My musical tastes are as eclectic as my library, world collections plundered, classic rock going back to the golden ages of Floyd, Zep, and Deep Purple, and true Classical music, preferably with a full orchestra. I wouldn’t listen to modern pop any more than I’d eat out of a burger joint or read a tabloid paper. I’m not rich, and you know I rent this place, but you don’t have to be rich to be refined. Rich doesn’t particularly interest you, but you know I have personal standards. You’re still not sure if you meet those standards, or even if that is part of my thinking. You know that my judgements of people, and I do make them, tend to be complicated.

We have, in short, some things in common. You learned on scouring my bookshelves that we have a lot more than that to share. I also know how to make decent conversation.

I settle next to you, and you snuggle, inviting my arm around you. I oblige, and you press close. You lean in for a kiss, and thank me for dinner. Your place as soon as your flatmates are gone for the weekend. You look at me hesitantly, then decide to let the rest of the evening go where it takes you. You reach to take my spectacles off, and put them carefully on the coffee table. I’m very short sighted, bayrampaşa escort bayan and have been since childhood, but you don’t plan for me to be looking very far away for the rest of the night. You stop, consider, and take charge. You rise. A side light is turned on. The main light is turned off. You close the curtains, and return to my arms. Your heart is pounding, and your belly is getting warmer and warmer. Those lacy knickers are getting wet.

For a long while we stroke and touch. I untie your hair. I know I can go as far as fondling your breasts and stroking your thighs. Both of us enjoy this but, until tonight, there has been a limit. This limit involves keeping most of our clothes on. You know that I’m sexually much more experienced than you are and suspect I find this frustrating. I’ve also respected your boundaries and this, ultimately, is what made you sure that, even if I’m not Mr Right, it’s time for you to explore more of what it means to be a woman, and I’m the man to help you do that. If it leads to more, well, you’ll take that as it comes.

Every thought seems to lead you back to sex.

Tonight I gently run my fingers through your hair. It stimulates your scalp, and my gentle touching relaxes you. My fingertips trace the contours of your face. It doesn’t quite tickle, and you attempt to playfully kiss a fingertip as it runs the length of your lips. I move to kiss you instead, my tongue replacing my finger, circling your lips, then slipping inside. You hold me close, feeling the solidity of my body, your hands sensing the strength behind shoulders accustomed to a rucksack that most people think is heavy.

It is solid muscle. There is real power there, power that will swing a hiking pack or fifteen litres of juice, plus the rest of my shopping, onto my back, after first checking for granny standing behind me but, tonight, I seem to be keeping that in check without thinking about it. Tonight is about open hands, fingers, their tips, my lips, my tongue. It feels good in your mouth, and you wonder what it will feel like kissing the parts of your body you have, so far, not allowed me to touch. The wetness between your thighs grows further. It really is time you let me do that.

Sensing your willingness, my roaming hands slip lower, stroking your neck. You have made it perfectly clear in the past that you enjoy this, and know that your hands rubbing my neck can turn me into a pile of jelly. You like having this power over me, and gain confidence from the fact that I will let you do it. You purr like a contented cat. I move on, over your shoulders, and I run my hands over your back just as you are exploring mine. You are sure your body is more delicate than mine, and hope I am enjoying it. With growing confidence you find me moving to the front of your body, my hands stroking the outer edge of your breasts. Even through fabric, this feels very good indeed. I follow the curves, stroking, rather than fondling, although I am welcome to do that.

We break our kissing, and you smile at me. Each of my hands is now holding a breast. I must be able to feel the hardened nipples, as I use a fingertip to circle each areole.

Right now, you are not sure who is seducing whom.

My hands drop lower. I explore your lower abdomen, and you want my hands lower still, but I take them away, returning to your face, and following the contours of your smile. We kiss again, and you lean into me, offering yourself, clasping me against you. You feel my breathing, deep, excited, but controlled.

You want to touch me. One hand moves to my upper thigh. You are not touching my cock, but know you are not too far from it. I smile at you, encouraging you. You lick your lips nervously, and feel the line of my thigh towards my groin. My hands drop again. One moves to stroke a breast. The other traces a flank and follows a thigh to your knee. I look at you, showing some uncertainty. Tonight you are pushing things further than we’ve usually gone. You want me to touch. You want me to feel. My hand strokes an inner thigh, heading for the wet warmth where it joins the rest of your body, then over, learning more about your body’s contours.

Closing the curtains was meant to be a hint but, with one of my hands caressing a breast and the other stroking a thigh, you decide that it’s time to move things forward. You break our latest kiss, and deliberately rub one hand briefly over the swelling in my trousers, gaining a moan of approval. For you, this is bold. Both hands then move to my top shirt button. You look at me for permission then, at my encouraging nod, begin to work your way down. Eventually you pull my shirt tails out of my trousers and push the shirt backwards off my shoulders. I halt you, and you pause, wondering what you did wrong, but I just undo the buttons at the cuffs and let you get on with it.

My male body is firmer than yours, and with a bit more hair on the chest, but you’ve merter escort bayan seen much more in photos. I allow you to explore. I get a fair amount of exercise, but don’t work out, so my pectoral and abdominal muscles are firm, but not hard. You run your hands over my upper body and I accept your touch.

Your confidence grows at this and you move lower. You want to know what the rest of me feels like, so you undo the button and clip holding up my trousers, the usual semi-formals I wear everywhere but a muddy footpath or the garden, then unzip me, your hand within millimetres of my hardened cock. As you move to pull off my trousers it strains at my dark blue boxer shorts, and you can see a little skin where it is trying to push aside the fabric above the button. You decide to ignore it for a little while, and pull off my socks. At last you have a better idea of what I look like.

My legs are hairy and made of defined muscle. You know I spend a lot of time walking, much of it with a rucksack, and imagine I could kick like an angry mule. My body, however, is heading for being all yours, and you’re confident that you won’t be on the wrong end of any violence from it. You explore gently, kneeling in front of me, almost worshipfully. I certainly won’t discourage that, at least provided it doesn’t go too far. Finally, you reach the last bit of clothing I have on. You take a lack of discouragement as encouraging, and pull at the waistband, stretching it taught to get at the contents, and allowing my hardened shaft to fall free.

You gasp. It looks like it’s well over fifteen centimetres long, maybe closer to twenty, and it’s thick, and rigid, and engorged with blood you can see in the veins. You swallow, nervously. You’re not quite so sure, now, that you want that inside you. Surely it’s got to hurt. Then you remember your reading. It might hurt, a bit, the first time, but the female body is designed to handle it. You reach for it with both hands. The foreskin that you learned about in your curious reading is missing, showing a tip a similar colour to your own nipples, and there is a tube that seems to run just under the skin on the underside.

You explore it with your fingers. It feels almost spongy against the rigidity of the shaft. That, at least, matches your knowledge of human male anatomy. You stroke it, and my moans tell you that I’m enjoying it, so you lean forward to rub it against your cheek and kiss it. It bobs as you play with it, and you decide it’s not so scary after all. You breathe in my musky scent, which reminds you that I am, basically another mammal, communicating my arousal through my sweat. It makes you more excited. You wonder if you’re doing the same for me.

I lean forward, and tell you that fair’s fair, and it’s my turn, if it’s OK with you. You stand, looking shy again, and I stand in front of you, take you in my arms, and kiss you gently. You are nervous. You have guarded your virginity against several men who have wanted it, until much later than your classmates at school, and have chosen to give it to me, What if I find you unattractive, or too inexperienced? What if I hurt you?

You hold my firm male body, and feel my erection pressing against your groin. I find the zip fastening your dress and run the tag slowly down the length of your spine. I pull fabric from your shoulders and the dress falls to the floor. I step away to look at you, a wow of appreciation escaping my lips. You don’t know if it’s your near-naked body, the bra that shows hardened pink nipples under black lace, the equally translucent knickers that show the fur of your pussy, or a combination of all three that is doing it for me. You know men are very visual creatures, and I seem to like your body. You hear my breathing quicken to match yours.

My hands reach to cup your breasts. I stroke them through the lacy fabric, and bend slightly to kiss the bare flesh of your cleavage. You have the impression I really want to touch them, feel them, fondle them. I leave them alone, and kneel in front of you. My arms encircle you, and I begin to kiss your flat tummy, licking it gently with my tongue and blowing air over the damp skin, stimulating you. Surely I have to realise just how wet you are getting? I glance up, and smile at you, making sure you have no objection. You smile back, and the tip of your tongue traces your top lip.

My head drops lower and my hands move from your back to your bum. I begin kissing you just above the line of your knickers while I stroke your buttocks, partly on thin fabric, partly on bare skin, which is getting more and more sensitive every minute. You hold my head, and stroke my hair. You want to be naked for me, to give yourself to me.

I rise, and you almost feel disappointed. You want me to kiss you where you are most sensitive. Instead I kiss you gently on the lips. My hands caress your breasts, nails stimulating the skin. You want the bra off. You want my hands on bare skin, and wish I would get on with it. I find your nipples through the lace, and rub gently with a fingertip, like you stroke yourself in bed alone at night. I realise the bra fastens from the front, and I unclip it, allowing them to fall free. I kiss you again, and slide the bra off your shoulders, allowing it to fall. I break, and look at you.

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