The Favorite Student

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***

Chloe Chambers stared at her left ring finger; there was a hint of a tan line where her engagement ring should be. She knew she shouldn’t care what the others thought, and she shouldn’t be hiding her engagement ring every morning. Still, Chloe didn’t want anyone to know about her personal life. Hopefully, in six months, it wouldn’t matter.

At twenty-seven, she was young for a high school teacher. She also looked young for her age. Young enough for every co-worker, every parent or visitor to remark when seeing her for the first time that they assumed she was a student. They would laugh, and Chloe had to smile, rictus-like. She needed something new.

She could hear a growing wave of gossiping and yelling from outside her door. Shit. She glanced at her watch; Chloe had another class in a minute. They filled in, one by one, talking amongst themselves. She felt invisible to them, a small mercy to Chloe. They slowly quieted down, she would just walk around her desk to the front of the class, and her students knew she was ready to begin. Any kid still talking would experience a well-practiced death glare from Chloe until they shut their mouth. Once the room hit dead silence, Chloe started talking about English literature.

She hadn’t been a teacher long, maybe getting close to three years. Chloe never thought about becoming one. After college, many things fell apart, jobs left, bouncing around the Midwest, hooking up with the worst type of guy. Chloe had no real choice but to listen to her mother and join a teaching training program. Months later, she began teaching English Literature and in Iowa, living with an executive obsessed with the organic farming industry.

Hoover High School was her second school. Soon she would be looking for another school to teach. Darren had promised her that he would take her somewhere away from here when he proposed. He always liked promising her things, rarely delivered. Darren had told her that they should be leaving Iowa by next June. She guessed that’s why he got her a diamond from Tiffany’s, collateral on his promise.

Standing up, Chloe took a slow lap around her classroom as her students worked on their assignments. She cleared her throat a couple of times, catching some students on their phones. They weren’t trying to cheat; that would be something that Chloe would respect. They were just sending each other memes. She gave them a glare and continued her patrol.

Maybe she should have just ignored it. It was less than ten years ago when Chloe was on the other side of the classroom. She was doing the same during tests, messaging friends about parties after school. She would skip the last period every Friday, saying that she was enrolled in that class by mistake, that she was in the library instead. It was easier back then. Chloe wrinkled her nose; or maybe it wasn’t. They have the same social media controlling them, but at least they had the pretense of MeToo protection.

Having done enough walking, Chloe returned to her desk. A gentle snowfall caught her attention, and she stared at the window, thinking of a plan. It was coming close to the end of the day; she could tell everyone to leave early. If the vice principal said anything, she could blame the snow. Chloe could even say that she lives far away and the roads would be a nightmare. None of the faculty knew where she lives, only that she has been in Iowa for two years.

It was Darren’s idea to leave Ann Arbor and go west. Chloe thought of California, Washington, or Colorado. Even Chicago would have been fine for her. Iowa wasn’t the top of her list. He did argue that it was technically closer to the west coast than Ann Arbor. He said he was working on some deal to set them for life. She could have the wedding that she always wanted, he promised her. Their kids could go to any private school. Thinking about children just made her stomach turn.

Chloe checked her watch; there were ten minutes left. She checked her email, deleting the annoying group messages the school would send every twenty minutes. With that done, Chloe checked out some houses in Zillow. After looking at photos of a townhome in Portland, it finally turned three. She told her students to hand in their essays and went back to looking at condos. As a stack of papers began to pile on the corner of her desk, Chloe rolled her eyes. She could just not bother reading them and grade them all Bs and Cs.

A bruised hand then quickly got her attention. She looked up and saw that it belonged to Travis McCray, a tall senior with an angular face and dirty blond hair. Chloe looked back at his hand; tiny cuts marked his fingers. Also, his knuckles were swelling. Had he been fighting? There was also a couple of bruises up his arm. Travis was quiet, only interacted with other students if forced to. While his test scores were okay, it always felt like he could do better. Maybe he was distracted by things happening at home. A drunk parent, perhaps.

Chloe nodded back at him and watched Travis leave. Shit. She had to remember this. Whatever she Ankara escort felt about the job, the long hours, the meager pay and annoying kids, she still had to report anything suspicious. Chloe wrote his name on a post-it and the word ‘bruise,’ putting it in her draw. She will talk to him when she has the chance.

“I need a drink,” Chloe said out loud.

***

Her phone then buzzed. It was a reminder; she needed to buy a Christmas tree. Also, decorations. And lights. The house was utterly absent with any holiday decorations, and Chloe was the only one annoyed about it. Darren argued why waste all the effort for only a couple of weeks. On hearing that, she called him a lazy bastard. He took it as affectionate teasing and smiled back at her. She didn’t know how.

Chloe spent around ten minutes walking from one side of the store to the other; still, she couldn’t find the fresh Christmas trees. Her cart was filled with holiday decorations. It would be her first Christmas in Iowa, and even though she was bored out of her skull, Chloe wanted some fun. She could have enjoyed an agricultural Iowan Christmas last year, but Chloe visited her mother in Michigan. With them not speaking again, she might as well enjoy one here.

She found outdoor lights but still no Christmas tree. Picking up a box, sixty-six feet long with a hundred bulbs, Chloe could try to get Darren to put them up. Maybe she could use sex as a reward, offer to do something degrading. Chloe groaned, knowing that it all depended on Darren being home longer than a day.

“Ms. Chambers?” A voice behind asked.

Turning around, Chloe found Travis standing behind her, holding a large paint tub. He had a confused look on his face, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Travis? Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I err… work here.” Chloe looked down and saw that he was wearing a red apron. How did she miss that? She gently nodded back at him.

“Do you uhm… need some help?”

She turned around, still having no idea where the Christmas trees were. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied, “Christmas tree? A fresh one.”

Travis smiled and said, “Yeah sure. Follow me.”

Chloe nodded, dropping the box of lights into her cart and tailed him. There was a sign that she didn’t see, saying that they had fresh trees outside at the back of the store.

“So, have you been working here long?” Chloe asked, trying to break the silence.

In her nearly three years of teaching, she had only interacted with a student outside of the classroom twice. At her previous school, she had ordered a pizza, and Grady Thompson delivered, immediately asking about his recent grade. She never ordered from that place again. The other time was when she was leaving a bar crawl and ran into a group of students. That was a technicality, it was June, and those students had already graduated. Luckily, she was too drunk to remember what they said.

“Yeah, since school started. Just trying to get every shift I can.”

“Why is that?” “I’m just trying to get enough money so I can move. I’m sick of being in Iowa.”

Chloe smiled. He could be her favorite student. The first one.

The lot outside was filled with various trees with their subtle differences. She was surrounded by firs, spruces and pines. Chloe thought about messaging Darren and asking him what kind of tree he would like, figuring that she should at least get his opinion. He’d probably say get whatever one she wants and leave him alone.

“Ms. Chambers,” Travis said, picking up on her indecisiveness. “Do you know what type of tree you’re looking for?”

Chloe shook her head. “Are you okay with needles on the floor?”

“Probably not.”

“Okay, do you want it to last long?”

She nodded.

“How about ornaments? Do you have a lot of heavy ones?”

“No. Actually I need to buy some.”

“Cool, how about the Fraser fir?” He said, bringing her to a ten-foot tree.

Looking at it, it was the perfect Christmas tree. It was out of a Hallmark movie. Travis had picked out a good one. It would fit the room perfectly, looked fresh and the right color. She then saw the price tag, and Chloe did a sharp inhale. $109.99.

“I like it. But it’s too much. I can go to a church lot and get one for forty dollars.”

“Yeah, you can, Ms. Chambers. But you’re here now. And this is a perfect tree.”

“Really?”

“With the Fraser firs. They have a fresh fragrance that doesn’t overpower the room. The branches are strong to hold most ornaments. They last long. And they keep their needles. That’s all the stuff you need for a Christmas tree.”

Chloe smirked. “You know a lot about Christmas trees. And you’re some salesman.”

“How about this? Since you’re my teacher, I’ll use my employee discount.”

“How much would that be?”

Travis paused and then grinned, “Ten percent off?”

Chloe laughed. He’s very confident, she realized. Entirely different from how he was in the back of her class. She had only been teaching him since September. This was the most he had spoken. Looking Ankara escort bayan back at the tree and then at Travis, Chloe shrugged her shoulders. She knew that Darren would moan at spending near hundred dollars on a tree.

“Let me ring this up for you.”

Chloe smiled and nodded back to him. He put the tree through a netting machine, turning it into a long wooden sausage. Carrying it on his broad shoulders, Travis led her back to the front of the store.

She saw another teenager in a red apron wave at Travis. As soon as he got her student’s attention, he yelled, “Hey Travis! Remember to watch your hands. Those trees are biters!”

Travis rolled his eyes and ignored him.

“What’s that about? “Oh, I forgot to wear my work gloves when I was in the back and I hurt my hands.”

Chloe sighed, relieved. Yes, she was happy that one of her students wasn’t being physically abused. But also, Chloe was pleased that she didn’t need to call his parents, speak to the necessary authorities and do all the paperwork. Had she even met his parents? She could barely remember the last parent-teacher conference. She made sure each meeting was only ten minutes long. She finished way too early and ended up in a nearby bar.

After paying for everything, Travis followed her to her car and secured the tree to the roof.

“Thank you for your help, Travis,” Chloe said, opening her door.

“It’s fine. I will see you at school.”

“Yeah,” Chloe smiled.

***

Friday again, and Chloe sat behind her desk. She tried to ignore the clock or her watch. The day had been one of those long days where she wanted to get home and finish a bottle of wine. Dan, the vice-principle, cornered her at lunch, asking her to chaperone the dance next week. He asked her more in a rhetorical way, like he always does, expecting her just say yes.

Her phone then buzzed. It was a message from Darren. She didn’t need to read it. Chloe had caught him leaving in the morning with an overnight bag. His text was going to say how sorry he was, that he would be away for the weekend and that he would make it up to her. Chloe closed her eye so she couldn’t roll them. She might ask for a new car for Christmas, see what he says.

The bell rang, and Chloe was free.

She watched her class slowly empty, occasionally wishing the departing students a good weekend. In the classroom corner, she saw Travis slowly putting his books away. She remembered what he said, how he’s trying to get enough money to leave the city. It felt weird for Chloe to have some kind of kinship with a student. She could help.

Chloe waited until he reached her desked. “Err… Travis, can you stick around. I need a quick word.”

Travis nodded and hovered in front of her.

Chloe waited, letting the last student leave before speaking. Once the door slammed shut, she began. “So, how is work?”

Travis shrugged and said, “It’s okay. But I’m getting less shifts. I think they are letting the older workers the first pick. I’m not even working this weekend.”

“Lucky me,” Chloe replied. She stood up and walked around her desk. Looking up, she remembered how Travis was at least a foot taller than her. “Do you want to make fifty dollars?”

He gave a nervous smile and said, “Yeah.” His tone was non-committal, like he was waiting for where she was going before saying something definitive.

Chloe explained that she still hadn’t put the decorations and needed help. She told him about Darren and that he was on a business trip but described him as a boyfriend instead of her fiancé. Travis asked for a breakdown of what needed to be done. She explained that he just had to put up the outdoor lights, some decorations, a relatively simple job. He agreed, and Chloe wrote down her address, suggesting he come around after two.

***

Travis got out of his car and figured he got the right house. It was the only one on the street with no lights or holiday decorations. Just a lonely Christmas wreath stuck to the door. This was going to be weird, he thought, going to a teacher’s house. There was a promise of money, but he felt he shouldn’t be here.

He pressed on the Ring doorbell and waited, positioning himself in front of the camera. The door opened, and his teacher stood smiling back at him, looking hot. She was wearing tight navy yoga pants and a cream color fleece top. Her normally wavy brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. This was a different look than he had been used to, a completely sexier one. He shifted nervously, making sure that his growing cock wouldn’t be invisible in his sweatpants.

Travis inhaled, regaining his composure. “Hi Ms. Chambers,” he said, his voice nearly creaking.

Chloe shook her head. “Oh, I don’t like that. How about this? Since we are outside of the classroom and you’re doing a job for me, you can call me Chloe.” She stared at him with her dark blue eyes widening and then grinned.

He nodded back at her, wondering if she was going to pop in his head during his alone time. Travis always found her attractive. Escort Ankara Though she would walk around the school in ill-fitting clothing with a face that screamed that she wanted to be somewhere else, he knew that behind that there was a sexy woman.

“Did you get here fine?”

“Yeah.”

“Did your parents give you a ride?”

Travis smirked at her and chuckled. He shook his head and said, “No. I drove.”

“Okay.” Chloe narrowed her eyes; there was something behind that. “Do you want anything to drink? A soda? Juice? Water?”

“I’m okay. Thanks.” Travis then inhaled, smelling cinnamon.

“You can smell the cookies?” Chloe grinned. “They’re still baking. When you have a break, you can have some.”

“Thanks. I should get started.”

“Follow me,” Chloe said, walking past him. She led him around the back. “Be careful around here. Sometimes there’s ice on the patio stones.”

“Uh-huh,” Travis replied, slowly nodding his head as he followed behind her.

Staring at her ass, he was too busy to remember what his teacher warned him about. The yoga pants perfectly accentuated the curves of her ass. This was going to affect him later. If she wasn’t wearing a shapeless skirt, she would usually have on baggy pants that showed no figure. But right now, Travis could see she has a perfect bubble butt.

Chloe nodded, leading him to the garage, and explained what she wanted to put up. String lights attached to every possible space, wrapped around the windows and columns, icicle-style mini-lights to the porch, net lights to the bushes and two-wire reindeer decorations for the yard. It wasn’t too bad.

“How long do you think it would take you to do everything?” Chloe asked. “I don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Travis smiled, “It shouldn’t take too long. Maybe two hours?”

“Perfect,” Chloe said, “If you need anything, I’ll be upstairs.”

Travis nodded and watched her leave. He started with the reindeers first; it didn’t take too long to assemble, but the problem was securing it. The frozen ground was being a tough bastard. After that was done, he started checking on the lights, seeing if they all worked before climbing up on the ladder.

Upstairs, Chloe stared at the massive pile of clothes that she had dumped on her bed. Looking back at her closet, she barely made a dent. It was still overflowing. She had been meaning to do this for a while. There was a bag in the corner for clothes she would donate to Goodwill. As the closet slowly emptied out and the donation bag became filled, something pink caught Chloe’s attention.

Rummaging deeper into her closet, she pulled a Victoria’s Secret bag. Chloe remembered, she bought it last year as an early Christmas present for Darren. She never got to wear it. They had a big argument, probably about him working all the time, then drove to Michigan for the holidays. Peaking into the bag, she saw bright red material. It probably still fit her.

“Fuck it,” she said out loud.

Chloe pulled the fleece top over her head and threw it on the bed. She then yanked down her yoga pants and nearly fell. Stumbling to her bed, Chloe sat on the edge as she peeled the tight pants off. Standing back up, she reached behind and unhooked her bra. As that fell to the ground, Chloe quickly pulled down her panties. Now completely nude, she reached into the bag and pulled the lingerie. Ripping the tags off, Chloe slowly slid the delicates over her body.

Chloe then stepped in front of the full-length mirror, letting her hair down. Seeing her reflection, she asked herself why she was stuck with Darren. She’s hot and could get any man. The red lace bra perfectly cupped her taut breast. She gently batted them, liking how they bounced. A healthy C-cup that looked big due to her lean frame. Chloe then lowered her hands and pulled on the waistband of her matching red thong. She then spun around and looked over her shoulder, her ass looking glorious.

Chloe then grabbed her phone. She had to take some photos. She could send it to Darren; maybe it would entice him to return home. Chloe knew he would probably reply that he was doing this for her or some other bullshit. She had something else in mind.

It was late at night, and she couldn’t remember how but Chloe found herself on Reddit and checking out the Gone Wild sub. It was amazing and very sexy. Going through thousands of posts of nudes and the occasional erections, she found a cross-post that had been glued in her brain for the last couple of days.

It was from a different sub, Teachers Gone Wild. What looked like teachers from all schools, kindergarten to high school, posting anything from quick flashes to nudes to straight-up fucking. Some of the photos were taken at home, but many were taken at school. Some had the heads cropped out, while others showed them grinning madly at the camera.

They looked happy. And Chloe wanted that. The thought of stripping down just to her panties in her dusty, dull classroom electrified her brain. Giving her a sense of deep thrill that she hadn’t experienced in so long. She was going to do that, Chloe said to herself, any day soon. Maybe it was wrong to seek validation from strangers, but Chloe desperately needed something to distract her until June.

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What She Looked Forward To

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Holly felt a welcoming cool blast of air as she entered the lobby of her apartment building. It was Friday afternoon, and she was happy to get out of work a little early to do some shopping ahead of the weekend. But between the street traffic and her lingering at the mall, she was arriving home later than she wanted, close to rush hour. She’d so looked forward to being home alone on a lazy afternoon. Open the curtains wide to the city sky, climb in bed, and have the kind of orgasm she’d sorely wanted.

Shopping bags in hand, she headed to the bank of elevators, where her heart sank immediately. There were four elevator banks, and there was a handwritten sign on one of them that read, with grammatical weirdness, SORRY NO SERVICING. Just one elevator, but one busted elevator had a way of becoming a serious headache quick, Holly knew. If it was a busy time of day, the 18-floor building could be crowded with people seeking to get up or down. And for Holly, who lived on the 18th floor, that could become a very serious headache. People crowding in, people hitting the button for just about every floor, that one guy who inevitably broke out that lame “guess we caught the local!” joke that left Holly murderous and fuming in the corner of the elevator car.

Something had made Holly especially horny this afternoon—she could feel the pleasant, slight, but urgent tingle between her legs as she anticipated climbing into bed. Luckily, there was nobody in the atrium, and one of the elevators opened with a polite ping, as if she were getting valet service to her destination: cumming hard. Stepping inside quickly, Holly pressed the CLOSE DOOR button repeatedly. She’d heard that the button didn’t actually do anything, that it was just there to appease impatient people. But what was Holly in this moment if not an impatient person in need of appeasing? Keeps on pressing the button but nothing happens, Holly thought, her clit pulsing. Story of my sex life.

She rolled her eyes at herself—that joke was nearly as bad as “guess we caught the local!” No matter. The elevator doors were starting to close. She was home free. She stepped back against the far wall of the car, pulling her shopping bags up to her chest. Maybe she’d inspect her purchases on the way up…

A hand sprung between the elevator doors just as they were about to close. The doors snapped back. A man stepped inside.

**

How long had it been since Holly had been truly well-fucked? If she had to think about it, it would have been depressingly close to a year ago. It would’ve been with Stephen, the IT executive she’d been flirting with for weeks on a dating site. There was a lot to like about him—a bit of a silver fox, confident, sexy blue eyes, and a nice thick veiny cock, judging from the pics he’d texted her. The downside was distance: He lived 500 miles away. But when he let her know he’d be in town for a conference for a few days, she cleared her schedule.

They already knew what they wanted from each other, thanks to their weeks of phone chats and sexts. He was a self-declared tit man, so she made sure to show up in a low-cut tank top that clung tightly to her 36DDs. She knew he fantasized about grinding against her from behind, so she wore a clingy pair of pants that rode high up her ass. You’re going to like what you see, she texted him an hour before they met, and she was right.

But even though Holly was sure she was going to have a good time with Stephen, entering the hotel made it feel even more thrilling. He was staying at an upscale hotel—and, this being Vegas, the atrium was super-sized, feeling as big as half a soccer field. When she knocked on the door to Stephen’s room, he led her into a roomy suite with large tinted windows open to the warm, wide desert. Something about all that space made her feel at ease and excited, like she had room to do anything. So after their first long, deep kiss in the middle of the echoey room, she flirtily asked him to grind on her ass while she stood in front of one of the windows. Displaying her eager body to whomever might have been squinting at the 35th floor, she let Stephen press the deliciously thick and firm bulge in his pants against her needy ass, let him paw her tits as she rested her hands against the tempered glass.

She denied him nothing, let him unbuckle her and unbutton her, tugging down her slacks and wet panties, let him get on his knees and eat her ass, something she didn’t do often but which got her pussy pulsing desperately. Soon Stephen’s cock was out and she was encouraging her to get on the king-size bed. They kissed as he stripped her, tugging off her tank top and unhooking her bra, freeing her full tits. Holly’s hand naturally drifted to Stephen’s cock, which she stroked in a slow, loving rhythm, coaxing fat drops of precum onto the suite’s floor.

“How do you want me?” Holly whispered huskily.

He guided her onto the bed, on all fours, facing Ankara bayan escort the window. She winced slightly as he entered her pussy—it had been so long, and he was big—but her pussy was eager for it, almost sloppily wet, and soon his fullness was something she could easily handle. Bucking against his cock as he tugged on her hair and spanked her ass, she moved her body toward the first of many orgasms. Hours later, there would be a lot of cum dripping out of her pussy, stuck to her cheeks and hair; her ass would feel beautifully strained and sore after his fingerfucking her in the shower; her mouth tasted like a man’s thick salty cum, and she was fucking proud of it. How wonderful to get so much out of this man, who gave her plenty in return. And all of it with the windows wide open. In the throes of her third—fourth?—orgasm, as Stephen sucked on her clit, she imagined the whole world watching her, and she felt no shame as her hips moved ecstatically.

**

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in,” said the man, who pressed the button for the 12th floor. Then, saying “oops,” he pressed the one for 11. Of fucking course, Holly thought.

“It’s OK,” she said, though it wasn’t. This man, with his clumsy fingers, was standing between her and a good orgasm or two. She gave him a once-over. Nice looking—dark hair, brown eyes, tall, and fit, but more from being young, it seemed, than from any workout regimen. A well-trimmed beard. Dressed in Friday casual—gray slacks, white button-down. Well-put-together. Still, not her usual type. Since Holly had come into her own sexually, most of her partners were around her age—late 40s—and professionally accomplished. Sometimes married, which she’d made her peace with. And their sexual eagerness was born of experience, of knowing what they wanted. Younger men tended to be led by their cocks, seeking out mommies to guide them. Holly, who’d never married and had no children, wasn’t comfortable with that role, and wasn’t about to start playing it with twentysomethings.

Holly sensed that the man was giving her a once-over as well—his eyes quickly taking in her dark work slacks and loose cream-colored blouse. She was, as a friend-with-benefits once put it, too busty to hide, pointing her to a website dedicated to large-breasted ordinary women, straining the buttons of their blouses, the seams of their shirts. Her top was a little baggy, to avoid defining her shape too much in an office environment. But men are smart in their dumbness—they learn early that baggy tops means big tits.

In a different situation, Holly might’ve been nervous. Don’t get into an elevator alone with a man you don’t know well—that had been drilled into her head from her mother, from college orientation leaders, from conversations with friends who had crap experiences. (Nothing serious, thank goodness; just handsy assholes who’d misread how first dates were going.) And she didn’t like confined spaces in general. But she knew the ride would be over soon enough. One stop to dump this guy, then another unnecessary stop, and then home free.

“Having a good afternoon?” the man asked.

“Pretty good,” she said, politely. “Just eager to get home.” The display counted the floors. Five, six, seven.

“Same,” he replied. “Just looking forward to—“

The elevator shuddered, halted. Not scarily or dangerously, Holly sensed. Just…wrong. They were stuck.

“Ugh,” the man said.

“Fuck,” said Holly. She was closer to the bank of elevator buttons, and she quickly found the bright red one, the one that said IN EMERGENCY PUSH. There was no phone, just a speaker. In the late afternoon, with one elevator already under repair, somebody had to be on top of this, Holly figured. She pushed the forbidden button, one she’d never had reason to touch before, and the car was immediately filled with a loud ringing. She looked at the man, as if for approval, or a suggestion for something else they might do.

But there was nothing to do. A minute passed, two, and nothing happened. Holly pushed the button again. Still nothing.

**

Confined places weren’t sexy to Holly. Never were. She hated adolescent games like “Seven Minutes in Heaven,” which meant enduring sloppy kisses and inept pawings by inexperienced classmates in closets. She’d had roommates for much of her life—from her sister growing up to roommates through college and beyond—so opportunities to luxuriate alone in a bed to masturbate were rare. Her discovery of her ability to orgasm—pressing against the vibrating dryer in the cramped laundry room—was a thrill, but always something she had to pursue furtively, before she was discovered. Sex, for a long time, was something done too often in close quarters, in a hurry.

Her early sexual experiences with men were often similarly frustrating. Boyfriends had roommates and shared rooms filled with other peoples’ Escort bayan Ankara socks and smells. Or there was car sex, which was usually too cramped to actually have, so she settled for handjobs, fingerfucking, and blowjobs. Fun in their way, but she hated the constraint, the haste.

Holly had something of an epiphany a few years after college, on a beach trip with some of her girlfriends. Late in the afternoon, the skies reddening as the sun began sinking toward the horizon, Holly left her friends dozing on the sand and wandered into the still-warm ocean water. The earth felt still, and big, and she felt alone and unseen within it, a secret. There were few people left on the beach, far away. She waded forward, slowly, the water up to her tits, covered, more or less, in a bikini top. Holly enjoyed the slow movements of the water around her body, and though there was nothing sexual about the surroundings, she found herself enormously turned on.

Her eyes fixated on a ship off in the distance, a pleasure boat lazily heading across the waters. Half-thinking, she slipped her right hand under her bikini bottoms and was surprised at how sensitive and ready her clit was. She wasn’t the focus of anyone’s attention, and the water was now so pleasantly warm. The world was wide, and catering to her. Holly stroked and stroked and stroked her clit, then filled her pussy with two fingers, three. Her asshole twitched needily; she wished she could finger her ass as well, or have somebody else do it for her.

She thought about the cocks she’d enjoyed, and wished that they were here, in this big amazing perfect paradise. Fucking her in the ocean. Filling her with their cum. Lots of it. All this space for fucking. Please, please, please, she muttered to herself. Her body quaked and she almost slipped under the water. She held her body rigid for the better part of a minute, overtaken by bliss. She took a deep breath and dipped her head underwater, then let loose a deep orgasmic cry. Nobody could hear it, but Holly knew it for the release that it was. She smiled and walked back to her friends on shaky knees, her body quivering. She felt utterly perfect.

For a little while, Holly figured that she knew what that experience meant—obviously, she loved public sex. She gave it a try—accepted dates on weekend camping trips where she fucked lustily under starlit skies, went on solo trips to uncrowded parks where she could slip a hand under her jeans while pretending to read a book. Those experiences were fine for what they were, but not exciting in the way she’d hoped. She knew what she didn’t want—sex that made her feel like she was trapped. And she kind of knew what she did want—sex that felt like freedom. But wide-open spaces, in themselves, weren’t quite the answer.

Once Holly’s career took off and she was able to live by herself, then able to live by herself on the 18th floor of a nice building, she’d spend a lot of evenings on porn sites looking for answers. Her favorite videos often featured sex in sunlit mansions, fake-tit women taken on couches by thick-cocked studs. So maybe it was sunlight. She tried various videos with various toys—dildos, bullets, vibrating butt plugs. She liked it with the windows open. When she had men over and drew the curtains wide, they’d often say she was “kinky.” But as she looked out at the city with her tits bare and her pussy flooding with need, she didn’t feel kinky, which for so many guys was a synonym for weird. She was just being herself. Why was it so hard for her to just say the things that made her herself and have a man say, Yes, good, OK? Why was freedom so absurd that people thought it was kinky?

**

It had been a minute or so with no response, and Holly figured she’d have to be friendly with the man she was stuck with. She set her shopping bags on the floor of the car, and asked, “Want to give it a try yourself?”

The man smirked. “I’m no better at pushing a button than you are, but, OK….”

He reached over to push the emergency button. Miraculously the speaker squawked to life. Maybe his fingers aren’t so clumsy, Holly thought. “We hear ya, we hear ya!” said a man. “How many people in the car?”

“Two,” they responded simultaneously.

“OK, we got people coming! You’re safe, but it’s going to be a while. Traffic’s a mess for some reason. Repair guy should’ve shut your car down too.” Holly mentally drafted a lawsuit in her head.

“How long is a while?” the man asked.

“‘Bout an hour. Can you hold tight till then?”

The man looked at Holly, who gave him a shrug that said I don’t have a choice in the matter, do I?

“We can handle it,” he said.

The speaker made a staticky noise and clicked off. The two were alone again. The man slid down the side of the elevator car and sat in the corner, opposite Holly. Holly set her bags down and did the same. They faced each other Bayan escort Ankara and smirked at their predicament. He introduced himself as Tom. “Holly,” she replied.

A moment passed and then Holly said, “So what were you looking forward to?”

Tom looked confused for a second, then he smiled—he was about to explain before the elevator got stuck. “Oh. The weekend. I have a date tomorrow night.”

“I hope you’re able to make it,” she joked, gesturing at the elevator they were stuck in. “First date?”

“No, but it’s still early yet. Still feeling each other out a little bit, you know?”

Holly felt a twinge of inexplicable jealousy. He seemed like a nice guy, even if he wasn’t exactly her type. She could see herself going on a date with him, though she’d been avoiding dates for a while.

“I get it. Where are you going to go?”

Tom paused for a long moment. “I’m supposed to say dinner and a movie, right?”

Holly smirked. “But instead you’re going to…”

Tom nodded toward one of her shopping bags—the smallest one, but most clearly in his line of sight. Holly had forgotten amid the disruption of the stuck elevator. The sex-toy shop that Holly had gone to this afternoon, Solo and Partners, had an intentionally vague logo, a sinuous image of flowing and interlocking wavy lines. It didn’t announce “place to find thick 12-inch dildoes, paddles, and nipple clamps.” But if you knew the store, you knew the logo, discreetly placed in pink on the black bag.

Holly saw what he was looking at, finally. “Oh….oh!” she said. And she blushed. Old as she was, comfortable in her body as she was, sex-positive as she was, here she was blushing with a stranger.

**

Holly liked sex toys. But over time what she discovered was this: She liked somebody else using sex toys on her. One of her favorite partners—Juan, who was actually local—took great pleasure in trying things out on her. The way he would slowly caress her breasts, making her nipples achingly hard, and then apply nipple clamps to them. It was such an achingly pleasurable feeling, and Juan was a talented enough lover to know that his job was to sustain that ache, to keep her on that edge of pain and lust that promised the most intense orgasms.

He loved her ass too, more than any other lover she’d had. In a hotel room—he was married, and liked treating her to big suites—he would bend her over a desk and work copious amounts of lube around her asshole, sliding his fingers deep in her as anus tightly and slickly responded to his attentions. The lube dripped down her thighs, her shins, to the floor. Juan loved using lots of lube just for the sight of it, the fantasy of getting his “special girl” so wet she’d soak a hotel rug.

“So messy,” he’d coo in her ear lovingly.

“I’m your messy girl,” she’d coo back, grateful. “More.”

More meant a slim vibrating butt plug that she loved for him to use on her before he’d fuck her on the hotel bed. When he inserted it in her, she shuddered at first—the lube cooled so quickly—but then she settled into that gentle fullness. Then he’d push the button on the internal vibrator and Holly would writhe a little on top of the towel he’d considerately placed on the bed, there to accept the lube and her own very soaked pussy. Her tits lasciviously bounced up, practically to her chin—she clutched one in her hand and tugged on the nipple while Juan sucked on the other one. And then the feeling of Juan’s cock entering her, which seemed to send the vibrations in her ass all around her pelvis. Holly would be cumming even before he began fucking her in earnest. But then he did start fucking her, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, and she relaxed and enjoyed this gift that he was giving her. Her orgasms were full and loud—hotels were so freeing that way. She imagined people hearing her. She didn’t care. Juan took his cock out of her and sprayed cum recklessly on her, spattering her tits, her chin, her belly, her bare pussy.

“So messy,” he said again. He gathered up some cum that had pooled on her stomach and fed it to her, dripping on her tongue.

“Messiest girl,” she replied. They kissed and held each other. At some point the butt plug stopped vibrating—either the button got pushed off, or the batteries ran down, or she broke it. No matter. She loved the idea of wearing a good toy out, putting it to its best use. She kissed her lover hard and the toy slowly slipped out of her. It thudded to the floor.

“Oh, no, my favorite toy slipped out,” she said playfully, like a girl who’d misplaced her homework. “What am I going to do?”

“We’ll find a replacement,” he said, and guided her hand to his half-hard cock. Holly began to stroke it.

**

But Juan didn’t last—he moved. She tried not to think about that too much in the elevator now—it would be a little awkward to have a reverie about her toys while a strange man was sitting here next to her. But then, the horse was kind of out of the barn—for the moment, the sole thing they had in common, besides their apartment building, was a favorite sex shop. Holly decided that Tom wasn’t giving up any creepy vibes and decided to run with it.

“First time you two have gone there together?”

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The Morning After Pt. 01

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I rinsed my mouth with water and toothpaste and splashed cold water over my face, it felt nice and refreshing and woke me up a little, it had been an exhilarating and memorable night and completely unexpected. I turned and walked out of the bathroom and switched off the light.

I went down a short corridor, stepping over clothes strewn over the floor into the hotel bed room.

The large pale floor to ceiling curtains covered the far wall and windows, the morning sun trying to break through at the edges.

In the ruffled bed, a shape of a body underneath the sheet, the mop of blonde curly hair on the pillow, an arm poking out and the and a slender foot sticking out from the bottom of the sheet.

In my head I pinched myself, amazed she wasn’t a dream, and I climbed back into bed, carefully sliding up to Lauren, our bodies just touching, her heat warming me again from my visit to the bathroom.

Lauren stirred and rolled over towards me, lifting her head and placing it on my chest, moving her right arm under the sheet and lying it across my abdomen, her hand resting just over my right nipple. She cocked her leg and moved it up and over my left leg, the ruffles in the sheet forming a barrier between our skins.

“Hey you.” I whispered softly.

“Mm morning.” came the slightly husky response from Lauren.

She snuggled more into me, and I just feel her gentle breath over my top. We lay like this for what felt like a wonderful eternity. I closed my eyes again and cast my mind back to the previous night. I hoped there were no security cameras in the hotel lifts, as we couldn’t keep our hands of each other in the confined space, I remember lifting up her skirt and sliding three fingers deep into her wet pussy as we approached the top floor of the hotel and my room. My cock swelled and twitched with pleasure as I ran back through our sexual exploits.

Lauren raised her head and kissed me on the cheek.

“Back in a second, I need to go pee.” she said, grinning happily at me.

“Not a problem, enjoy!” I replied.

She sprang out of the bed and playfully pulled Ankara escort the sheet down and away from me, just enough to reveal my hard cock.

“You’re pleased I see!” she said as she moved past the bed and into the bathroom. I heard the click of the light and the door shut. I closed my eyes again and thought of her little anus again and my cock sliding in and out of it, my cock filled again with blood and was now fully hard and erect, forming a tent in the sheet I’d pulled back over me.

I heard the flick of the light switch as Lauren came out of the bed room and then I felt movement of air as she bent over and kissed me, her moist lips on mine.

Her tongue just lightly darting into my mouth, just parting my lips, kissing me fuller and deeper each time, her minty breath adding to the enjoyment. I opened my eyes, and I could see Lauren’s bright green eyes looking deep into mine as she kissed me hard and deeper, her tongue in my mouth, exploring and teasing.

I pulled back the sheet so that I was fully naked, she took the hint and climbed onto the bed and straddled me, lying along my body, her pussy resting along the shaft of my rock hard cock.

I could feel her gently moving her pelvis and moving her pussy slowly up and down my cock, coating it with her cum. Her hard nipples gently touching my body, her pert breasts shapely and inviting.

Kissing her and cupping her face as she moved slowly and rhythmically, teasing my throbbing cock.

She moved a knee, just to give her a little height, and with a movement of her hand, she held my cock and then she slipped it into her, taking my fully up to my balls.

Her warm pussy took me in. I could feel the tightness and her juices as my member went deep into her. She lowered her knee and ground her pelvis into me. All the time, kissing me and slowly moving her breasts across my chest. Our nipples occasionally touching and the spark of pleasure running through our two bodies simultaneously.

Her pussy was deep, tight and wet, and I could feel her grinding away on my shaft, taking pleasure from when I was fully in her.

I Ankara escort bayan could see her bite her lip a little as she was swept away with the moment, I responded by sitting up and enjoying her breasts. They were too beautiful not to enjoy, her nipples hard and erect. I squeezed them and stroked them, Lauren responded with more moans, and I could feel my balls getting wetter. I took her left nipple into my mouth and bit it a little, teasing her. She responded more by fucking me harder.

I placed my hands on Lauren’s hips, and she took the direction, pausing at the top of her stroke. I moved my hips and started to fuck her. My cock easily slid into her gaping pussy, her cum was everywhere and it felt amazing. Deep long quick strokes into her eager clit. Squeezing and biting her nipples, harder and harder.

I saw the flash of pleasure run through her eyes and she kissed me, long and hard. I felt her cum run over my cock as she sat down onto my shaft, her body twitching with ecstasy.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, savouring Lauren’s orgasm, small involuntary convulsions running through her body, covering my inner thighs with her juices.

I placed my arms around her and rolled us over, keeping my cock in her all the time. I moved slightly and placed my legs on the floor, and picked up her legs and placed them over my shoulders.

I fucked her. Deep and hard. I could see she liked the depth my cock was going into her, our hands were locked together, as one, lost in enjoyment.

She let out a scream of pleasure, and I just battered her pussy, make the bed rattle and jolt. This gave me an idea, if you are going to attract attention, you might as well do it properly.

I bent over and picked her up, my arms around her back. She took the hint and put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her entire body was now pivoting on my cock which just buried itself further into Lauren, each step I took just lit up her face with ecstasy.

I took us over to the curtains and threw them open. It was a glorious view of the river, which I’d Escort Ankara only seen briefly the night before from the pub window.

A little wave of worry passed over Lauren’s face, “Nick, what are you doing.” she said, a little nervously.

“I’m showing you off, don’t worry.” I replied, the thought of people seeing us just made me even hornier, I kissed her over and over to reassure her and gently pulled my cock out of her.

She lowered her legs to the ground and released her arms from my shoulders, “Hang on.” I said, and I dashed and retrieved her high heels.

“Put these back on.”

She looked at me a little taken aback, but did so, she stood back up in them and she just looked stunning, the heels showed off her slender legs to perfection, I could have cum there and then, just by looking at her.

I pulled over a chair and flipped it around, I wanted her bent over it, so I could fuck her from behind, and I wanted people to see me pounding her.

“Bend over it.” Lauren did as she was told, I didn’t realise she had submissive qualities. I couldn’t hold back anymore, it was too much, she was a fabulous shape, just even more accentuated in the heels, her clitoris was now the height of my cock and I just slid into her hole.

I pushed deep into her, rocking her on her heels. I just fucked her. Long deep thrusts, my body slamming into her, she was moaning and looking back over her shoulder at me, encouraging me to drill into her.

Fucking her felt amazing, she was so responsive and wet, my cock was coated in her cum. I could feel her tighten her pussy and her body started to shudder as she came over and over. The tight pussy hole was too much for me, it clenched my engorged shaft and I came. A huge wave of pleasure washed over me, I steadied myself and gripped her ass, filling her with my load.

I thought she may move away once she realised I’d came, but she stood still, her legs in those fuck me heels, my cock deep in her, almost savouring every drop of my cum, feeling it mixing with hers.

My cock had expelled all my spunk, so I gently pulled out of her and she stood and turned and kissed me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, the passion and magnetism still in the air. I knew from that point forward she would obey and her journey from miss perfect to my cum slave had begun.

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