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Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 07

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Chapter VII – Ray’s Friday

Friday morning we went shopping. I was going to give him lots of opportunity to practise compliments. We were shopping for clothes. It sounded like a good opportunity to get a new wardrobe and to challenge his masculinity.

The first women’s clothing store I stopped at, he wanted to wait outside. Needless to say, I dragged him in. He really wasn’t too excited about being there with me. I asked his opinion on everything, cotton blouses on sale, polyester skirts that were knee length and jackets that covered everything. Before long we had a sales girl following us.

“What do you think dear,” I said, holding a white and black checked blouse up to my chest, “Does this suit me?”

“Umm, I guess.”

I turned to the sales girl, “What so you think?”

“Well, the checks make you look wider…”

“Ray, are you listening?”

“What? Yeah…”

Again, I turned to the sales girl. “What would you think about a guy who says ‘Umm, I guess’ when you ask him about clothes?”

She answered quite promptly, “I’d think he didn’t care about me.”

“Did you hear that, Ray?”

“Yeah…”

I put my hands on my hips and looked him in the eye, “So what do you think I should wear?”

Ray got a wicked gleam in his eye and looked around the store. He went over to a rack of sheer nylon blouses and began to go through them. I knew what he was going to do before he found what he was looking for. I grinned to myself. If that was what would get him interested, so be it. Sure enough, he came up with a see-through blouse. It’s only saving grace was the two breast pockets that doubled the material in front.

“What about this?” he said with a grin, holding up a purple and blue flower print blouse.

I looked it over, “What do you think,” I glanced at the sales girl’s name tag, “Carla, got it in my size?” I held it up to my chest.

Carla looked it over. “The colour isn’t right for you, let me see…” She began rummaging through the rack.

She came up with a yellow and orange blouse and a pink and red one. I turned to Ray. “Which colour do you think?”

Ray hesitated, “The yellow and orange brings out the highlights in your hair, the pink and red match your warm skin tones. I think I prefer the yellow.”

I was amazed. He had gone from not caring to complimenting after one choice. He just might be rescue-able! I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

We went through the same kind of debate over a skirt. I thought he would want a short micro-mini, but he fooled me. He preferred the knee-length pleated wool skirts. He choose one to match the colours of the blouse. He even managed to compliment my legs when he commented that it brought out the subtle curves of my calves.

He had done such a wonderful job of complimenting and choosing, that I decided to give him a thrill. I asked Carla to show me the change room so I could check the fit of the new clothes. I knew that my black lacy bra would show through the blouse, but I didn’t care. I stepped out of the change room and twirled in front of him.

“Well, what do you think? Ray? Hello! Earth to Ray?”

Ray dragged his chin of the floor, wiped the drool off his chin and said profoundly, “Uhh…”

“Oh, you don’t like it,” I said, pouting.

“No, no, I like it! Believe me, I like it, I just… ah… well it … it looks really good on you! Really good! But… ah.. I can see your… ah… bra.”

“Oh? Can you? What do you think Carla, can you see my bra?”

Carla giggled and nodded. She knew, as I did, that you could almost see the individual threads of the lace.

“Well then,” I said, “I guess I will need a new bra or just go bra-less.”

Carla spoke up helpfully, “We have some flesh tone bras that don’t have any lace or seams in the cups. Would you like to see them?” She knew my large breasts needed the support that a bra provided.

We went over Çankaya Escort Bayan to the lingerie section and Carla brought out four bras in various flesh tones. I felt the cups of each one and then passed them to Ray. He was turning red, but he gamely rubbed the cup of each one. The third one suited him, “This one, it feels silky enough to suit your soft skin.” He blushed a little more deeply as he realized what he had said. I gave him a big smile.

I tried it on and it did look good. You could still see it behind the blouse, but it didn’t leap out (neither did my breasts). We paid for the clothes and went on down the street.

Three hours later we returned to the hotel. Ray was carrying the multitude of boxes that held my purchases. He had continued to make good choices and shower me with compliments. The last store we visited had had some wonderful negligees which I had modelled for Ray. I could almost see his pecker grow down the leg of his jeans when I came out and pirouetted in front of him. The last one I put on, showed most of me if he wanted to see, and he did.

In my room, Ray put all my purchases on the bed. I turned him to me and kissed him on the mouth. Just as he started to put his arms around me, I stepped back.

“Thank you for your help. That was a most enjoyable shopping trip. This afternoon I have some appointments to keep. You need to make a reservation for dinner and dancing afterward. You might also think about something for tomorrow night. Leave a message on my phone as to the time the reservation is for. I will open the connecting door when I am ready. Oh, make sure you are dressed appropriately. I think I will wear that cocktail dress we bought.” I pushed him out of the room as I was talking. “See you later.”

* * * * *

I was being pummelled by the masseuse when the crazy thought hit me. The only way Ray was going to learn about pleasing a woman was if I gave him lessons. Lessons on me. Lessons that he could take back to apply to Sylvia. I needed to let him use my body as a practise dummy. The big question was how to start out.

Let’s see. Could I come up with a guide? Sex play. The rules of engagement. I would need to come up with some suggestions. Compliments, politeness, presents, attention, protection, flirtation. What else? Then foreplay. Touching, kissing, caressing, undressing. And finally two at play.

Ok, I had the basis of a guide. Now I needed to put it into action. He was already good with the compliments and the attention. Tonight we could explore the protection and flirtation and maybe even the presents. Then on to foreplay.

I was interrupted at that point, the attendant was ready for the pedicure and the manicure. All I had to remember was sex… err… six, four, two.

* * * * *

I was under the hair dryer when the guilt struck. There were more than two people involved here. I was fine with my husband. We had agreed. He had known what might happen if I was left alone too long with Ray. He had not minded, he had even jumped at the chance to be with Sylvia.

I, on the other hand, had not had the explicit permission from Sylvia that Fred had given me. Ray seemed fine with things, but if he was thinking that Sylvia was just one of his buddies, he had probably not thought it through either. Any thinking he did would be done with the little head he hid in his pants.

So, how would Sylvia feel? How would I feel if I was in Sylvia’s position. I shivered. Caught in a marriage with an unfeeling ignorant… Ok, maybe not unfeeling, but definitely ignorant lout who treated me like one of the guys. And Sylvia was out with my husband! I am sure something will happen there!

I would probably be thankful for anyone who could erase that woeful ignorance.

Let the games begin! All I had to remember was Sex, four, two.

I felt moist already

* * * * *

I slid though the connecting door at precisely Çankaya Escort 7:00 pm. Ray was stretched out in the easy chair watching a football game. He looked up at me as I waltzed in and twirled before him. I thought about what Ray was seeing. The cocktail dress was dark forest green at the hem fading to a pale green at the shoulders. The large band under the bust was printed yellow and orange flowers. It was an Empire style made from pleated chiffon that hung from my hips and flared as I turned in my new 4 inch stiletto heels.

My new hair style, new clothes, makeup, manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial made me feel like a million dollars.

Ray was stunned. The first words out of his mouth were, “Holy shit!”

I turned my back on him and walked out of his room. I closed the connecting door and stood in my room seething. How could he! What kind of a comment was that! His buddies might find it pleasing, but I definitely didn’t. I paced up and down my room trying to control my temper. Finally after about 5 minutes, I once again walked through the connecting door and twirled in front of him.

Ray appeared not to have moved. The first words out of his mouth this time were, “Roberta, you take my breath away! You are absolutely gorgeous!” He quickly rose to his feet and presented me with a small box that had been sitting on the arm of his chair. “It is certainly not a beautiful as you, but here is a small token of my… admiration.”

I took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a small corsage, a white rose bud just beginning to open.

How could I be mad at this provoking man? One minute he is crass and the next he is gracious and refined.

“May I?” he asked, offering to pin it to my dress. Without a word I handed it to him. He slipped one hand under the shoulder strap of my dress and carefully pinned it on. “There, that should be safe.”

The contact of the back of his fingers with my shoulder sent a jolt straight to my lower belly. Before he could step back, I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “That was very thoughtful. Thank you.”

* * * * *

Dinner was delightful. He had taken me to a fine Italian restaurant on the top of a large neighbouring hotel where we had eaten a pleasing meal with wine involved in every course. We sat enjoying a glass of wine having just finished dessert.

The tables were set beside a large dance floor where a live band was playing. The lowered ceiling, lattice dividers and various plants in the dining area made it possible to talk over the sound of the music.

I had brought the note pad and pen from my room. On it I listed the six words from my Sex, Four, Two lesson plan and handed it to Ray. “Do you know what foreplay is?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied, “it’s like cuddling and stuff before… ah… you know… you do it.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, well I suppose that is one way of looking at it. But before you get to foreplay, those six words need to be studied and instituted carefully. Can you tell me what each one means to you?”

“Well, he started, “Compliments are like when I tell you how great your new hairstyle looks.”

“Why thank you! Continue.”

“Ah, politeness is like when I hold the door for you or ah, take your coat or lift heavy bags.”

“Good…”

He glanced at the paper, “Presents are things like the corsage…”

I reached over and pushed his hand holding the note down to stop him. “And you have to be very careful with presents. One rose in a corsage is one thing. A frying pan for Christmas is another.”

“Ahh, yeah? How is that different?”

I smiled a frosty little smile, “Frying pans are for cooking. Are you implying your wife is JUST a cook?”

Ray grimaced. “I see your point.” He paused, looking at the list. “Attention is listening to what she says and …”

“And noticing changes – like my hair – and her emotions. She will tell you without words Escort Çankaya how she is feeling. You need to read those things carefully.”

“Hmm. If I could do that we wouldn’t be here.”

I put my hand on his and gently stroked the back of it. “Maybe, but first you have to know that women are not men and they don’t react the same way. I think you are learning that this weekend.”

He glanced quickly at my hand where it lay on his and then looked at me. He didn’t move his hand. I smiled at him.

“Uh,” he continued brightly, “protection. Is that like setting up a security system at home?”

I smiled and continued to stroke his hand. “Sort of, except it is a feeling that is hard to define. She needs to feel safe and secure wherever she is, especially with you. You need to show her that she is safe and protected.”

“How do I do that? Beat up every mugger in sight?”

“No, you only need to put yourself between her and every mugger in sight. I think we can test that one later. Carry on.”

“Ok, flirtation.” Ray snorted. “That’s what’s not allowed at work. No sexy talk, no raunchy jokes, no touching the opposite sex, no dating.”

I laughed. “Sounds about right to me! Ok. Now that you have the idea, let’s test them in practise. I would like to dance so let’s move over to a table by the band.”

Ray signalled the waiter and ordered us another bottle of wine. He also explained that we were moving. The new bottle arrived just as we made ourselves comfortable near the dance floor and the band.

Ray stood and held out his hand. He nodded his head at the dance floor and raised an eyebrow. I took his hand and stood. “You can touch me to dance, but no liberties!” He smiled as we went to the floor to join the other couples.

After three dances we sat again. “Thank you,” I said, “you are a great partner, you really get into the music!”

He gave me a wry grin, “Sylvia taught me and its easy when you have a great partner.”

We sat out the next two numbers. I was casting glances around the room, looking for one of those good time Romeo’s that usually hang around dance halls. Sure enough, half way through the third number, a suave looking, tall, dark, handsome man with a pony tail oozed up to the table and with practiced ease and said, “Would the beautiful lady care to dance?”

I looked at Ray. He was ready to kill, but the stranger was bigger, more muscular and younger than he. Ray looked at me. I mouthed the word ‘protection’. Finally he spat out, “The beautiful lady is with me.”

Romeo glanced at Ray, then back to me, “And what does the beautiful lady say?”

Ray stood, fists clenched, “If she wasn’t such a beautiful lady, she would say that she doesn’t dance with slime-balls, but since she is such a beautiful lady, she would say bugger off.”

Romeo raised his hands, palms out and backed up a step. “My apologies to the beautiful lady, sorry for interrupting.” He turned and oozed his way to the bar. Ray sat, glaring at his back.

“Now that,” I said, taking one of his fists in my hand and uncurling the fingers, “is protection. Let’s dance.” I dragged him willingly to the dance floor where a slow, quiet number was playing. I pasted my self to his front, put my arms around his neck and snuggled my face into his shoulder. I could feel his hands go around my waist, pressing gently on my lower back. He felt rigid in my arms, but he soon relaxed as we swayed to the music. His hands gradually slipped lower.

* * * * *

Outside our rooms, I slipped my card into the lock and opened the door. I still held Ray’s hand. I pulled him to me and whispered, “We are still dancing.” Then I kissed him on the lips. Hard. I felt his hands go around me. He gave me a hug as we kissed, one hand slowly moving down to press hard against my left butt cheek. I could feel a long steel bar pressing against my stomach. His left hand slipped to my other butt cheek and he squeezed them both. My tongue slipped out to pry open his lips and soon tangled with his tongue.

I am not sure how long we stood there. Finally the elevator opened and a woman stepped out. I pushed Ray away, smiled and said, “Good night.” I slipped into my room and closed the door.

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House Hunting with Mary

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House hunting with Mary had been relatively easy. She was easy on the eyes for a 40 something realtor. Blonde hair, I suspected from a bottle, but none the less, blond. Nice blue eyes. Big tits, which definitely made touring homes more pleasant. She knew me and my, now ex-wife. She told me she was divorced too. I hadn’t known. Mary knew her real estate and made the transaction go smoothly. A pleasure after dealing with my ex and her snarling lesbian of a lawyer. Fortunately, I had my own snarling lesbian of a lawyer too. In the end, I came out with what I wanted. And a nice new crib to boot. And, no more snarling wife to deal with. Which made certain other activities much more fun!

During the house hunt, Mary had flirted with me, but I figured that was just her way of selling a house. Of course, I could be wrong. One evening, I was sitting at one of my favorite haunts in downtown Durham. Nursing a beer after work, and contemplating the wisdom of ordering bar food, or going home. The kids were with their ex, so the field was clear, but so far nothing had come up. Amber, the chick who sometimes hooked up with me, who sometimes worked at the bar, was nowhere in sight. But, the beer was good and I didn’t really have to be home at any particular time. No after work commitments. Then Mary walked in. She was looking good, for a short chick. White blouse that barely covered her big tits, a pair of gray pants that hugged her curves. Damn, I was Batıkent Escort glad I’d hit the gym more lately. I waived. She is probably meeting someone else here, I thought.

But no, she walked over and slid in the bench next to me. “It’s good to see a familiar face.” she said. “I’m celebrating, by the way.”

“Cool, it’s good to see you too. What are we celebrating?”

“I’m a free woman.”

“But not easy?”

She laughed, “Probably pretty easy. Buy me a drink and find out.” She ran her hand over my thigh and pressed her big tits into my shoulder. Which elicited the expected result. I waived over Nancy, the big titted, big butted waitress and ordered Mary a hard cider, which I knew made her horny from a previous conversation. “You remembered, hard cider makes me horny.”

“Oh I definitely want to make you horny.” I said. The conversation progressed with sexual innuendo to outright invitation. “My place, or yours?”

“Your place is too far away and my kids are at home. I don’t want them to see their mother acting like a bitch in heat. I can get us a comp room at the Marriott.” Which was not a long walk at all. I paid the bar tab and got up. We made the short walk to the hotel holding hands and stopping a couple of times to kiss. At the Marriott, we got a king room on the sixth floor. Riding up the elevator, Mary was kissing me and rubbing her hand on my now very hard cock! I played with her Batıkent Escort Bayan bra encased tits. We stopped and got ourselves under some measure of control to get off the elevator. Fortunately, no one was in the hall as we looked like a couple headed for a one night stand. Which we were, and I didn’t care.

In the room, Mary didn’t wait long, she grabbed me and we kissed deeply in the hallway leading to the bedroom. Tongue fucking her mouth, I lead her to the couch and pulled her down on top of me as I sat down. I reached around and unsnapped her beautiful shimmering gold 34DD bra. Her well enhanced breasts now pressed into my chest. I grabbed a tit and fed it into my mouth. Licking and sucking, her nipple got hard and very red. She was groaning and grabbing at my cock like a schoolgirl in lust. She unbuckled my belt. I opened her pants and pushed them down. More kissing and I turned my attention back to her boobs.

“God, I hope you’ve got a condom, I really don’t want to take your dick up my ass.” I fished a condom out of my trouser pocket. Trousers that were down around my ankles at this point. Mary went down on my now rock hard cock. Licking it from the base to the tip. Taking it in her mouth and then popping it back out. She licked my balls and scrotum. “Damn, you taste good.”

I opened up the condom and started to put it on my hard cock. Slowly I rolled it down as she kept licking my balls. Escort Batıkent “Oh you didn’t need a lubed one. I’m wet as hell baby.” She said. I pulled her up and took down her panties. She was wet as hell. She straddled me on the couch and took my cock straight up into her wet, waiting cunt. As she ground away, I grabbed her big tits and sucked hard on her nipples Those tasted so good. As Mary started to cum from her grinding, I started to suck harder on her nipple. “Harder baby, suck that nipple – bite it you fucker, bite it!”

Of course, I did bite her oh so tasty nipple and I squeezed her tits in my hands. That sent her over the edge as I thrust deep into her hot wet pussy. She screamed, “Ohhhhh yessssss,…more, more baby, more…ohhhhHHHHHHHH YESSSSS! More! More! More!” And I thrust deeper into her and bit down on her nipple. Then I changed nipples, sucking the other nipple deep into my mouth as I fucked deep into her cunt and she ground away. “Ohhhh MMMMMYYYYY God baby, fuck me, bite me, fuck me!!” She came, collapsing onto my chest.

I continued to thrust into her hot wet cunt. I grabbed her fine big titties and squeezed as I too came inside her. “Ohhhhhh, yeah… Mary. We gotta do this again.”

“Damn, we didn’t even close the blinds.” She kissed me deeply on the lips. It was like tongue fucking. My cock slipped out of her cunt. We sat on the couch breathing heavily and cuddling close. We never did close the blinds. After a few minutes to catch our breath, Mary got up and folded her clothes neatly on the dresser while I watched her appreciatively. The woman did look good naked. I gathered my clothes up and laid them on the bed and then took her by the hand to the shower.

To be continued…

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Not one of my usual stories and quite slow to get going. My first attempt at a “nice story” and I did consider putting it under romance. I guess I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment. As usual, this is written to be enjoyed and I hope you do. If not I’ll be happy to moderate your comments after you’ve made them.

*****

Carl glanced across the hotel bar again. She was still there, still pretending not to look at him. This had to be his 25th or 30th conference, there or thereabouts, and he knew how this went. Either she was one of those honey trap girls his wife sent out, or someone who wants money either for sex or to keep quiet after sex.

He had deliberately booked into a hotel off the conference circuit, away from all the loud brash networking socialising dickheads that made these events such a chore and he just wanted to be left alone. Carl sank the remains of his bourbon turned on his stool and headed out. His arm went up and he gave a cursory wave in response to the barman’s goodnight and headed for the elevator. He walked passed the girl and she quite obviously didn’t look up. Close to, she was much prettier than he’d realised. And much younger, early twenties he guessed. She wasn’t the typical body shape either. Much plumper than the ones he had met before. There was a real sweetness to her face, innocence you might call it. As he passed behind her he caught her scent. Honeysuckle mostly. A hint of some spice, cinnamon perhaps. It was heady and potent and under different circumstances he would have considered it cloying, but instead he found himself taking deep breaths savouring it. Carl found himself unfurling slightly. He’d never been so aroused by a scent before.

From the elevator door in the lobby it was possible to see through to the hotel bar and the seat where she reclined.

A sense, he was being watched he was sure, and he was equally sure it was the girl. He tried to use the polished silver metal door of the elevator as a mirror and catch her looking. The image was too warped and distorted and she was too far away, he couldn’t distinguish her from the chair she sat in nevermind which way she was facing.

Ping! Ordinarily he’d be playing his childish count down game as the numbers on the display decrease (or even better, as the finger swings across the dial) but his attention is all behind him and the elevator’s arrival surprises him. The doors open and a smartly casual handsome young man steps out, his eyes are towards the bar area and the girl. His features burst into a joyful smile as he sees the girl running toward him.

Carl steps into the elevator, presses his floor button and turns to look out. The two young people are in each other’s arms telling each other how they’ve been missed and celebrating their reunion.

He steps backs and chuckles sardonically to himself. Of course she wasn’t looking at you, you old fool, she was waiting for her.. What? Boyfriend? Husband? Whoever, you were just in the line of sight. You were an obstacle, an inconvenience. An eyesore.

He steps out and walks to room his keycard in his hand. Inside his single bed, coffin sized, room he throws his jacket onto the bed and slumps in the only chair. There is a makeshift dressing table and mirror and his world weary face scowls back at him.

He isn’t a particularly vain man, he accepts at 55 that he isn’t in the first flush of youth. He seems to have more hair coming out of his ears and nostrils than he does his scalp. He knows he should have taken better care of himself but it just took so much of his strength to build the business, to provide for his family, he didn’t have the energy to go jogging.

His wife complained about his long absences, getting home when the kids were in bed, leaving before they got up. She accused him of caring more about money than he did his family. She was wrong. Dead wrong. It didn’t matter how many times he told, he made money for his family. He spent hardly any on himself, certainly nothing like as much as she did. He remembered what it was like after his dad left. Just him and mum trying to get by. His father wasn’t entirely an absentee; he would pop back every now and again when he wanted something. When he wanted money. He could be quite the charmer, quite the slick, smooth, silver tongued scoundrel that everyone loved. Everyone, including mum and Carl. Trouble was he wasn’t his only son. Sure he was mum’s only son, but dad had sons and daughters all over town. Yes Sir, just about everyone loved dad.

When he tried to explain that just wanted the best for his family, for them to have the comforts and security he’d never had, for them not to suffer the hunger, the cold, the stress that had put his mother in an early grave she always replied with the same cliché. “Money can’t buy memories, Carl. You’re kids hardly know you. They would rather have their daddy play with them than all the money in the world.”

Carl never replied to this. Partly because it choked him up so much that he couldn’t Balgat Escort speak, partly because, even though he didn’t believe it, he couldn’t rob his wife of such a precious delusion. Truth was he had more memories than he could sometimes cope with and would have happily exchanged them for money if it would have kept his mother alive, just a few years longer.

Carol hadn’t flung that particular cliché at her husband for at least a decade. It had stopped meaning anything to her long before even that. The kids were all grown now. Grown and moved on. Their relationship with their father was OK, they didn’t resent his not being around, they were smart enough to realise his motives were good, if flawed. There had been times, and there was still a feeling when they talked about it together that they’d both make sure they were always there for their own kids but they couldn’t be mad at him. If anything the relationship was better than it was with their mother. She expected them to love her. She expected them to be grateful for the years she dedicated to nurturing them. Sure Carl had provided the money and stability, but it was only her care, her effort that had made the holidays and birthday parties happen. Carl expected nothing and was grateful just to be included. He didn’t lecture them on not calling or visiting enough. He didn’t constantly try to remind them of all the years he would never get back. Consequently dad was easier to like, easier to be around, less hassle.

So now Carl went to conferences, not because he needed the business, certainly not to network with dickheads; he went because there was nothing at home for him. As a provider he was a resounding success, as a father he scraped a pass, but as a husband had crashed and burned. He clung to his conviction that he was not a bad man. Not an evil, cruel man. But could a good man let his marriage fail as spectacularly has his had? Would a good man stand by and watch his beautiful, funny, gracefully clumsy, loving Carol become the bitter, spiteful bitch she was today? Carl still loved her and blamed himself entirely. It was his failure that had made her this way. It was thoughts like these kept Carl awake at night.

They had been mercilessly teased when then started seeing each other. Carl and Carol. Who wouldn’t want to tease them? They were good natured about it and very much in love so a simple fluke in the nominal assignment department was of no consequence to either of them. In the end it was the route of their demise. Carl had mistakenly opened something addressed to his wife. The name and address on the A4 reinforced envelope were hand written and it genuinely looked to him like Carl Foxton and he was curious as to what it contained. He pulled out a 10 page report detailing his movements during his last conference and exonerating him of any adulterous behaviour and an invoice for £8500 including £4500 for something called a honey trap. Carl read the document and cover letter twice before he realised that the typed invoice was to Carol Foxton.

He waited until he was calm before he confronted Carol, he didn’t trust himself not to say the wrong thing and exacerbate the situation. She had an increasingly short fuse. They had gone through three housekeepers in the last two years and Carl was beginning to wonder if that was fuelled by the same paranoia as this report. The last two had been male and Carol had finally settled on the overtly gay Sean. A slender fastidious Malaysian man who Carl was sure would be a highly capable choice.

Carol was unrepentant and furthermore refused to accept the reports’ findings. He’d obviously seen through the situation and behaved accordingly. Either that or he had been in cahoots with the agency and paid them off.

There was nothing Carl could say. His heart broke to hear his wife spout this bile. He sat looking at her and found himself mourning for her former self. This bitch was an insult to the memory of his beautiful Carol. He couldn’t stand to be around her right now. As he walked away his ears were assaulted by triumphant accusations of proof of guilt. He kept going till he came to a bar.

Back in his hotel room Carl is looking at his sorry reflection. Didn’t matter how many times he looked he always appeared so much older than he remembered. Every morning he’d be surprised and disappointed by the old man in the mirror.

He spoke out loud to lined old man.

“Why do you do this to yourself? Every night you drag yourself over the still burning embers of your failed marriage. What do you expect to achieve other than more heartache? Don’t you think you’ve punished yourself enough? Fuck it I’m not going to be able to sleep as it is.”

He slapped both hands against his round belly.

“Come on handsome, don’t keep your public waiting!”

Picking up his jacket he headed back down to the bar.

The lights in the bar were subdued and the muzak similarly so. It appeared to be a selection of 80’s power ballads done as orchestral Balgat Escort Bayan instrumentals. Carl caught the scent of honeysuckle and cinnamon and surveyed his immediate vicinity. Nothing, nobody that wasn’t there when he came in. There were five other men in the bar, two at the bar, like Carl and three at small tables lining the walls. This was the perfect scenario for six strangers to get drunk, together alone.

It was there again, unmistakable. Glancing round again he wondered why he hadn’t seen her before. Two stools to his right, almost by the entrance. She was leaning over the bar to speak to the barman and place an order. As she lifted herself and leant forward Carl got a better look at her figure. She was much bigger than his wife, her curves were generous and her breasts, in profile were sizable. He found himself drinking in her womanly body imagining the feel of her soft yielding flesh. Before he mentally slapped himself. Stop it you old creep! You’re a married man and she is young enough to be your daughter!

Carl went back to his own reverie, peering into his half empty glass, absorbing the muzak.

“Run to you!” Carl laughed to himself as realisation dawned.

“Sorry?” The girl to his right gave him a puzzled half smile.

“The song, Run to you. Brian Adams.” He indicated with his head the music playing, “I’ve been trying to work out what it is.”

“Ah! You’re playing a game. Can I join in? I could do with cheering up?”

He detected a distinct Irish brogue . It was lilting and melodic and yet quite fragile.

“Of course! Games are never as much fun on your own.”

Carl had seen her earlier with her boyfriend/husband so he’d revised his original analysis and allowed his guard down.

“I know this, it’s one of my absolute favourites. Heart : Alone! ‘How do I get you alooone?'”

As if on queue the music reached the appropriate point and she sang the words to him. So sweet, so plaintive, it was almost heart breaking, despite her glowing smile and shining, laughing eyes.

“I would have thought this was a little old for someone of your age. You can’t have been born when this was out.”

“I love older things. Older things have so much more…class.”

She was looking him over there was no doubt and the half smile carried a suggestion of..what? Mischief? She can’t possibly be coming on to him, that was ridiculous. She was just a friendly flirty girl. That’s all. Bit of a giggle, and why not? Carl was entranced.

She put out a small hand, “I’m Eve, Evie to my friends, pleased to meet you..?” she let the sentence hang in the air for him to finish.

“Carl. Carl to my friends.” he said laughing , “and I am delighted to meet you. May I presume to call you Evie?”

Her hand was tiny in his and warm. Her touch excited him and he was reluctant to let go.

“Oh!” she teased him for his overly courteous manner , bowing slightly she replied, “You may indeed kind Sir!” Then in a slight conspiratorial whisper “I’d really appreciate a friendly ear to bend, would you mind if we sat at a table?”

Carl and Evie refreshed their glasses and moved off to a small table covered with a lilac clothe and lit by a simple uplighter on the wall adjacent. Evie was here for her brother’s wedding. He, Will, was marrying a girl he has known for less than three months. Will had finished his studies at UCL and stayed in London after graduating. All his family were there to support him, though in private they suspected an ulterior motive for the haste, that would not prevent them from being there to share his special day. Evie was sat very close to Carl at 3 o’clock to his 12. Her legs were crossed and one calf kept making contact with his. He moved his leg as much as he could away but still their calves bumped. Eventually Evie’s jeans covered leg stayed pressed up against Carl. Her posture put her ample cleavage directly in his line of sight and Carl fought a constant battle not to stare.

It was Thursday, the next day for Evie involved last minute dress fittings and a rehearsal. Saturday was the wedding proper and Sunday she and her family will head back to Ballymena.

For Carl the morning brought checking out. His conference finished at 3 pm. He would be in the train station and home by early evening.

Evie spoke of the most personal and sensitive family issues. Her open matter of fact manner was entirely disarming. As she spoke he studied her features. She was best described as elfin, Her short auburn hair framed her heart shaped face. Her eyes were large and deep deep brown. Excited and curious you tried to imagine the wonder they must see in the everyday. Her nose was small, cute and freckled, and her small bee stung mouth. She wasn’t at that moment but Carl was in no doubt that when need be she was a world class pouter. Evie used her hands a great deal and a myriad of emotions danced across her features. Passions, pure, innocent, naïve passions coursed through the girl and Carl Escort Balgat was swept along. She obviously cared deeply for her family and he found himself slightly envious of such close ties. Not in a resentful way, he wanted nothing but the very best for this wonderful young woman and the people she cared for, he found himself reminiscing about his own family , about chances missed and divisions formed.

Evie was regaling him with a story about herself and Will where she had seen an old slapstick movie and had decided it would be hilarious to hit someone in the face with a custard pie. Custard pies were in short supply and instead she stole her Da’s can of shaving cream.. Carl didn’t wait for the story to finish, he saw the playful mischief in her face and roared with laughter.

“You are so…” Caught up in the moment Carl stopped short of completing his words.

“So?” Asked Evie, “So what?”

There was a grin on her face and he guessed she meant to tease him. Carl looked at her for what seemed an age. He swallowed and decided to come clean.

“So Lovely. I was going to say you’re so lovely.”

His voice was hushed and his expression could only be described as sheepish. He had difficulty maintaining eye contact.

“Lovely am I? And would you say I was sweet?”

“Yes I would,” he held her gaze to show his conviction.

“And am I pretty, would you say?”

“I would say that yes.”

Looking up coyly through her long thick lashes Evie continued.

“Might I even be considered beautiful in a certain light?”

He didn’t answer for a while, shyness stole his voice for a second. He wasn’t accustomed to speaking with young women like this and his words caught in his throat. He felt guilty, his wife at home would be distraught if she knew he was here talking to this stunning young woman. He could hear her accusations, he could see frothing anger in her face. She would be livid if she knew how excited and alive he felt right now in Evie’s company.

He saw then he’d been right. This girl could pout for Ireland. Carl put his hand to her cheek and tilted her face towards his.

“In any light you are an astoundingly beautiful and desirable young woman.”

Shit! Desirable? Where the fuck did desirable come from? Jesus man, she’ll have you pinned as dirty old pervert. You’re old enough to be her father, you can’t say she’s desirable for fuck’s sake! A chill ran though Carl and he wanted to die now please. All he could do was stare at her as his face fell and his obvious horror painted itself across his features.

For a fraction of a second she arched a single amused eyebrow . Carl’s discomfort was so tangible, you could cut it with a butter knife. Evie’s face slowly broke into a huge, warm friendly smile. Her hand went to her face and rested where his sat.

“You’re a very lovely man Carl I can see that. You have a kind soul and a good heart. Kindness is a quality woefully undervalued in my estimation .”

She leant across the table and kissed his cheek. The kiss lingered for a second and Carl wondered if he dare return the kiss on her lips. Evie turned her head so their lips brushed. He moved into the kiss too late, she was already sitting up. His heart thumped in his chest and his cock stiffened painfully inside his restrictive trousers.

“I’m sorry you go back tomorrow I would have welcomed the chance to know you better.”

Evie stood to leave the bar, gave a sad wave with just the fingers of her left hand and mouthed Bye bye. And just like that she was gone.

Carl’s bedside alarm wrenched him from a dreamless sleep. After Evie had left sitting alone in the bar seemed lonelier than he could stand. He made his way back to his room, and more exhausted than he’d realised he was asleep within a few minutes of getting in bed. In a daze he showered dressed and went down to breakfast.

“Carl!”

As he stepped from the elevator he almost walked into Evie and her young man coming the other. She flung her arms round him and hugged him tight. Turning to the young man .

“Will, this is Carl. He looked after me last night and let me talk his ears off.”

Will? WILL?? So this was her brother? Or maybe there’s more than one Will in the world, thought Carl sarcastically.

The young man put his hand out and beamed the same open smile Evie had.

“Thanks for looking after my sister, I know how she can talk. We should start a two legged donkey sanctuary “

This was different, this was so different! She wasn’t here with a boyfriend and Carl suddenly thought to check if she wore a ring . Nothing. No jewellery on the left hand at all.

“Would you be free tomorrow afternoon and evening at all?”

Will smiled at Carl who somewhat belatedly took Will’s hand and shook it.

“Er..No. No my conference finishes this afternoon and I’m checking out today. Best of luck with your wedding and everything. Really it was pleasure meeting you and Evie”

Carl bid them both goodbye and headed for the restaurant.

As he walked away he heard Evie .

“Told you he was a lovely man”.

Carl sat with a plate full of eggs, sausage, mushrooms and more and didn’t touch it. At the fourth time of asking he finally noticed the waiter.

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Before we start can I just say that anyone who gives me hassle for spelling mistakes please understand that this is U.K. English. This story has been run through a UK English MS Word spell and grammar checker so if it is still not right blame Bill Gates.

Who has not had a fantasy of sleeping with an older woman and luckily I have discovered the secret to doing this, it requires a bit of cleverness, a bit of bravado and a talent for knowing when to say the right thing.

So far I have managed to sleep with 9 women aged over 50 which for a 25 year old man is quite an achievement, the vast majority have just wanted to feel wanted and attractive and the trick is to make them feel special. All of the ladies I have slept with have been married and are not looking for love; all they want is to get fucked.

Oh and by the way my name is Steve, I work in an office as I.T. support and some of the women I have met I did meet in the office one of whom is a lady called Cynthia, she is the head of archiving and is a sweet lady in her late fifties who is very prim and proper until the day of the last Christmas party when I shagged her in my hotel room.

Cynthia dresses like you would expect an elegant lady in their late fifties would dress, sensible shoes with trousers or knee length skirt, a button up blouse and cardigan or jacket complete the ensemble, she always wears half moon glasses with a chain so they hang around her neck when she is not wearing them. She has grey hair and an attractive but not stunningly beautiful face, she is about 5 feet 6 inches tall and is a UK size 10 with D cup breasts with nipples like pencil erasers when erect.

I am 6ft tall and play football at the weekends so am still quite trim, I have dark brown hair and a face like Bryan Adams apparently. I can also talk the birds from the trees and middle aged women out of their knickers, I’m not sure where it comes from because my dad is a morose man with no discernable skills at speaking to ladies and my brother can’t pull even though I can, we look similar and use similar chat up lines so is it the way I deliver them or is it my smile? Who knows and to be honest I’m not that bothered.

The first time I met Cynthia was when she reported a fault with a printer and I was assigned the job. She looked at me over her glasses and smiled when I explained who I was and what I was doing in her area.

Her smile lit up her face and she went from looking like a librarian to a sex goddess in my eyes, she removed the glasses from her face and sucked the end of one of the arms in her mouth as she listened to me talk, after 10 minutes I had got the printer working and I showed her what to do if the problem happened again and she seemed grateful as she touched my arm and said in her wonderfully soft voice “I’ll ask for you again.”

A week later I was sitting on my own in the staff restaurant at lunchtime when I heard her voice ask “Is it ok if I sit here?”

I looked up and smiled and said “Only for my favourite archivist,” and pulled the chair next to me out so she could sit down, she returned my smile and sat down next me and we chatted as we ate until it was time for me to go back to work. “Can we do this again, I don’t get much chance to spend my time with a good looking lady?” I asked.

She blushed and said touched my hand and said “I would like that once a week just you and me.”

“It’s a date,” I replied and took my tray to the clean up area and waved as I left.

For the following 6 weeks we met every Wednesday lunchtime, I discovered that she was married to a man called Gerald and had been for 30 years, I playfully told her that if she ever fancied a change to let me know and I would gladly step into the breach and she giggled and placed her hand on my knee. She didn’t object when I did the same thing and for the 6th “lunch date” we sat close to each other and that is when she asked “Are you going to the Christmas party in a couple of days time?”

“Yes, I’ll be there, I was hoping I would see you dressed up in something sexy and revealing,” I replied.

She giggled and said “I’ve bought a new dress, I hope you will like it.”

At this point I knew I could get her into bed, she was going to wear a dress that she hoped I liked and had told me so.

“I’ve booked a room at the hotel so I don’t have to worry about taxis, you can use it to get dressed in if you like?” I offered.

“My husband is away which means I would have to get a taxi there so it will make live easier,” she said thoughtfully, “but you cannot see me get changed as after all I am a married woman.”

“I shall be the perfect gentleman but if you look too gorgeous I may not be able to control myself,” I replied.

She looked at me, smiled and just said “down boy,” and then it was time to go back to work, we were the only ones in the lift back to the office floors so I slipped my card with my mobile number on it to her and smiled and gave Beşevler Escort me a little wave when she exited the lift on her floor.

Friday lunchtime I got a text from Cynthia asking if my offer was still open and I arranged to meet her by my car just after everyone had left so that we wouldn’t be spotted. We chatted on the way to the hotel and I checked in when we got there and we walked to the room, the evening was smart casual so I had a quick shower and dressed in a shirt and chinos and left Cynthia in the bathroom, I watched TV and had a couple of drinks from the mini bar and passed Cynthia a couple when she opened the door a crack.

After 45 minutes she called ready and opened the bathroom door. I sat there with my mouth open and just said “Wow.” She was wearing a yellow thigh length dress that was strapless and fitted where it touched, she looked absolutely stunning and so I told her so “Shame you are married or I would try and have my wicked way with you,” I responded and she blushed.

She looked at me and said “Do you like it then?”

“I love it and it makes me wonder what you would look like out of it,” I replied.

She smiled and just sighed “I’m married and old enough to be your mother.”

“Doesn’t mean that I can’t find you attractive though,” I said.

She laughed and took my hand and said “Let’s go to the party.”

When we got there I spent some of the evening with my team and she spent some of the time with hers and we both had a fair amount to drink. The slow dances started about 10:30 and I as asked to dance by a few ladies but I politely declined until I felt a tap on my shoulder and there stood Cynthia. “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” I asked.

“You may kind sir,” she replied and she took my proffered hand.

We danced in the darkest corner of the dance floor and by the end of the 3rd song my hand had moved from her hip to her bum and she had wrapped her arms around my neck, I looked around and everyone else was too drunk or wrapped up in their own dancing to see what we were doing as I pulled her close so she could feel my hard on against her hip, “did I cause that?” she asked.

“Well I’m not dancing with anyone else,” I replied and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. She looked around and then kissed me back with recklessness and a passion that I found surprising and we exchanged tongues until I said “My room now!”

She took my hand and led me straight to the room where as soon as the door was closed she leapt on me, we were kissing and groping each other against the door and before long we both naked but neither of us could remember removing the clothes and I picked her up and carried her to the bed where I lay on top of her and kissed her thoroughly before kissing down her body, her breasts had a little bit of sag but her nipples were enormous and I kissed down her body and sucked one of the nipples into my mouth, she gasped and panted as worked one nipple then the other and she started to moan when I stopped to be replaced with a giggle when she felt my breath on her mons and then a shriek as my tongue flicked her clit, for the next 10 minutes I worked her neatly trimmed area with my tongue and lips and played with her nipples with my fingers and then she came, she had been playing with my hair and then she stopped and I felt her whole body tremble and then she soaked my face with her juices and made a series of grunting noises as the orgasm wracked her body with sensations that she hadn’t experienced for a long time, she was still trembling as I climbed her body and kissed her on the lips as my cock entered her sex with no guidance.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and we kissed as we slowly screwed, she was panting and shook again as another orgasm radiated from her core to her fingers and toes, “Fuck me now,” she commanded so I did.

My hips were a blur as I pounded her twat for all I was worth she let go of me and her legs and arms flopped onto the bed and she let me take her, I was there to use her body as I wanted and I just kept fucking her, after a few minutes I felt the familiar tingle as I knew my climax was approaching and so I warned her, “In me come in me,” she said breathlessly and threw her arms around me again just as I felt the come shoot out of my cock, “Yes, Yes, Yes,” she cried as she trembled and came again as she felt my seed splash her insides.

I stayed inside her for a few minutes with Cynthia grasping me close before I rolled off and lay on my back next to her and the only sound in the room was 2 out of breath people trying to regain their composure.

She turned her head and looked at me and rolled onto her side and threw and arm and a leg over me and rested her head on my shoulder, “Thank you,” was all she said, I reached an arm under her neck and wrapped it around her and she cuddled me close.

5 minutes later she got up and went to the bathroom and came back after a couple Escort Beşevler of minutes and crawled under the covers with me and kissed me on the lips, “Thank you for making an old woman feel attractive,” she whispered into my ear.

She rolled on top of me and I said “no thanks needed, the pleasure was all mine and you are an attractive beautiful lady who needs to be loved,” as she started to play with my cock which soon reached full stiffness and she then raised her hips and lowered herself down on to me taking my cock deep inside her pleasure palace.

The next morning she snuck out of the hotel at about 6am to avoid being seen with me but only after making me promise that we would get together every now and then for a night of good old fashioned shagging.

One of my favourite other ladies I see on a semi regular basis is Fiona, she is 51 years old but looks older, she always used to look worried and stressed. She lives 4 doors from my house and lives with her husband and his mother, they seem to take the piss out of her and despite the fact she works full time they still insist she does all the cleaning, cooking and shopping, her husband is a fat lazy git and his mother isn’t much better but due to their ways Fiona ended up in my bed.

Fiona is quite tall about 5ft 10 inches and skinny, she has small breasts that are still pert with nipples that point north. Her hair is grey and her face looks a bit like the Queens but she always has a frown on her face, one day I saw her walking home carrying the food shopping as the bus drivers were on strike, I was in my car and pulled over and wound down the window, when I offered her the lift it was the first time I had ever seen her smile despite being her near neighbour for over 6 months.

She dumped the bags on the back seat and got in the front and thanked me profusely. “I really didn’t fancy the walk home with those bags so you are a true hero coming to my rescue,” she said and briefly squeezed my hand.

“Why didn’t you husband come and pick you up?” I asked.

“Because he said that he has had too much to drink,” she replied with an annoyed tone.

I replied “forgive for saying so but he seems a total arse, you deserve a man who will treat you like the princess you are.”

She blushed and straightened her hair before saying “You really know how to make a lady feel better about her self.”

“Well if you didn’t have a husband at home I would take you back to mine to try and have get you naked in my bed,” I replied smiling.

We talked as I drove and helped her carry her shopping bags into her house when we got to our street, her husband grunted something about why had it taken so long and I pressed my card with my mobile number on into her hand and she said “thank you,” before I left.

For the next 3 months I helped her with her shopping and I would meet her outside Tesco at 5PM. She was always waiting outside with a trolley. On day I pulled up and as it was late spring and getting warmer I saw she was wearing a blue zip up blouse and grey trousers that showed her bum to be pert and firm looking, the blouse was also tight and showed that she had a flat stomach.

I got out and helped her load the shopping into the boot of the car and then we drove home, she explained that her husband had never let her learn to drive so that she would be dependant on him, the only trouble now was that he was drinking more and was never sober enough to drive her anywhere. There was an accident on the ring road so we spent a while talking whilst waiting for the traffic to clear, “I’ll teach you to drive,” I offered, “though when you pass your test it means you will not want me to drive you about so I will miss spending time with the most beautiful lady in the street.”

She looked shocked and then smiled and stroked my face and said “You really are sweet and I think you really are quite handsome. Just a shame I’m married and you are younger than me, “

At this point I knew I could get her on her back screaming for more of my cock if I played my cards right. I looked at her face

“Well age is just a number and I can forget you are married if you can,” I replied with smile.

She giggled and said “Yeah right, you wouldn’t want to sleep with me.”

“Oh I would,” I said.

“Prove it!” she responded.

“Let’s drop your shopping off and then you come to my house and I will slowly strip you naked and then I will lick your bits until you scream and once you have stopped screaming and shaking I will feed my cock into your love tunnel and slowly make love to you or I could just rip all your clothes off and fuck your arse off,” I responded.

She looked at me with an angry expression and just said “Take me home now.”

Not a word more was said until I pulled up outside her house and then I helped her carry her shopping to her front door and then as I turned to leave she said “Where do you think you are going?”

Beşevler Escort Bayan She pulled me inside and took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she shut the door and kissed me hard on the lips, I unzipped her blouse and released the kiss and whispered “where’s your husband?”

“Out and will be until tomorrow morning, now let’s see if you are all talk,” she breathed as she ripped my shirt off me. I pulled her close and kissed her whilst finding the button and zip for her trousers, I soon had then down around her ankles and pulled myself away from her welcoming lips, I kissed down her body and pulled her knickers off and then helped her step out of them, she had by now removed her bra and I saw a nice pair of pert breasts that were just begging to be sucked, she then returned the favour and pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and held my hand as I stepped out of them, we resumed kissing and fell on her bed and then I remembered about her mother in law. She must have read my mind and just said “she’s away with my husband now what did you say about licking my bits?”

I pulled her so her bum was at the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between her legs and draped them over my shoulders. I then proceeded to lick and kiss her slit, hole and clit, I worked my tongue and lips over her area until she went stiff and came, she grunted and pulled my head fully into her groin as the orgasm flowed through to her extremities and then jerked a few times as the sensations passed, she let go of my head and in between pants of breath said “Sorry, will you do that again please?”

I stayed between her legs for another 15 minutes licking, kissing and sucking until she came again and then I stood up, she scooted back into the middle of the bed, spread her legs and beckoned me to her with her finger, I crawled over to her and lay between her legs, I then kissed her thoroughly as she run her hands over my back and arched her back ready to receive my love tool into her love tunnel. My cock entered her with no help from either of us and she sighed loudly as she welcomed the intruder that filled her in one movement, we kept kissing as we made love on the bed she shared with her husband. I felt like we had melded into one being as we kissed and screwed, after a few minutes of slow gentle love making I upped the pace and she responded with enthusiasm, we were flying our hips at each other and then she came again, this time she screamed and laid still as she felt all her nerve endings tingle with delight, I stopped moving in and out of her left my cock half in as she came, as she calmed down I rolled us over so she was on top so I could play with her deliciously pert breasts as she started to screw me hard, she smiled as she felt my cock touch her deep inside and started to quiver as another orgasm descended upon her senses.

“I’m coming,” I announced and she ground harder until she felt my seed explode into her tunnel, she made a yelping noise as she came again and pressed my hands hard onto her breasts crushing them and I could feel her rock hard nipples between my fingers.

“You can come here again,” she said after a couple of minutes and let go of my hands and collapsed on top of me and kissed me on the lips, after a few minutes she got off and lay on her back next to me.

“Now what?” I asked.

“You fuck me again when I’ve calmed down and this time I want us to do it doggy style, and then we go to sleep together and then you shag me again in the morning before my dipshit husband gets home,” she said in a matter of fact way.

“Sounds good to me but what I meant is this a one night stand or a more regular thing?” I responded.

“Unfortunately my husband isn’t away that often but when he is I expect you in my bed fucking me, he has never given me an orgasm so you really are something quite special,” she replied as she rolled over and rested her head on my shoulder and stroked my chest.

We talked for a bit before I fucked her doggy style as she requested and she was smiling contentedly before drifting off to sleep. The next day was Saturday and I was woken up by her sucking my cock into her mouth and Fiona placing her mons over my face for a morning 69 session, she wasn’t very good at blow jobs but I figured I could teach her and I soon had her on the boil. When she came she released my cock and screamed very loudly and I watched her arse and thighs wobble around my head, “I want to fuck you now,” I told her and she eagerly turned around and held my cock in her hand and she dropped down onto me, my cock pierced her lower lips and soon we were bumping uglies. I pulled her down so her chest was rubbing mine and I was pushing up into her, I held her close and we kissed as she fucked, “I’m coming,” she suddenly announced I felt that tingle in the end of my cock and said “so am I.”

She grunted as she felt my seed flood her cunt and then shook uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over her body, I by now had pushed my cock in as far as it would go and then she kissed me hard as she came down from her orgasmic high. We kissed and cuddled before we both showered, she never had a joint shower before and was pleasantly surprised when I fingered her to another orgasm as I soaped her back.

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My name is Lori. I’m a 19 year old student in my second year at the local junior college and still living at home with my mom. I was supposed to be away at a university, but my dad had passed away two years ago, and we had to make some adjustments. I’m 5 ft. 8 and borderline skinny with small tits, but I like to think of myself as slim but curvy. Not curvy enough maybe. Medium length blondish hair and regular if not pretty features. Okay, but nothing special I usually say. For some reason I’d always dressed pretty conservatively and probably didn’t play up my better features such as my long slim legs enough. In some ways I wished I looked more like my mom who had fairly large tits and a well rounded ass. My father’s genes or some other quirk, I guess.

I had a boy friend until recently, but he had gone away to college, and it looked like we were pretty much history. I didn’t miss him that much. The sex was below average, and he was too much concerned with cumming quickly and getting it over with. My sexual history before him was nothing too inspiring either, and I sometimes felt I just wasn’t getting my fair share of erotic experiences.

It seemed to me that my mom, who was age 45, could be guilty of some “moping around the house” since my father’s passing. She hadn’t dated much at all, seemed careless with her appearance, and like me her manner of dress didn’t really play up her better features. I didn’t know for sure, of course, but I sensed that her sex life with my dad had been only fair at best. Middle aged doldrums maybe.

I was normally pretty discreet with my sex life, but one night I “got lucky” and picked up a stud and sneaked him into the house very late at night. Mom was usually a sound sleeper, but I hadn’t counted on this guy ringing my sexual bell quite so much. He soon had me crawling all over the bed, and we were making some noise with our grunts, cries and moans. I hoped we didn’t wake mom, but I felt like I had been really fucked for the first time in a while.

A couple of days later, I passed by mom’s closed bedroom door and heard some sounds like I had been making the other night. They were clearly sexual cries and moans, and I heard “Fuck meee”. I was startled but quickly realized it was not her voice but was likely from some kind of porno film. The film got quieter, and the moans I heard were from her. I was certain she was masturbating.

The next day I asked mom, whose name is Betty, why her dating and social life were so minimal since my dad’s death. She replied, “Oh, I don’t know, Lori. I’ve been pretty busy with all the adjustments that were necessary. I’m a few pounds overweight and haven’t done anything about it. Also, maybe I was just married too long and need some kind of jump start to get me going.”

Then I bluntly asked her if she missed her sex life. She said it wasn’t great before, but yes she did sometimes miss it. She admitted she had heard me with the “young man” the other night, and that had inspired her somewhat. I didn’t tell her I had heard at least part of her inspiration last night.

All this got me thinking, and a plan slowly took shape in my mind over the next week. At first I tried to dismiss it as just too kinky and taboo, but it wouldn’t go away. I remembered what my mom had said about needing a “jump start”, and I felt this would certainly do it. The plan I’d been trying to dismiss was for me to pick up some studs and have them take care of my mom. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off though, unless I got involved too. I reasoned it would only be for a fairly short time to get her going as she had said, and could be part of a makeover program for both her and myself.

After I settled on the plan, I brought it up with mom but started with the makeover part. I told her, “Mom, let’s you and I get on some kind of program to help you lose a few pounds while Cebeci Escort I maybe gain a few. Also, both of us are a bit too dowdy in our appearance and manner of dress, and we can solve that with some shopping and changes in habits.” Then I hit her with the rest of it, but I sort of disguised it to sound less kinky and taboo. I said, “I may know some guys who can help jump start your sex life. Could you handle that?”

She was flustered and stammered for a few seconds, but said she had been thinking about the makeover part anyway, and she might be able to handle the part about the guys if she started slow. And so we were off on the program with a whirlwind of shopping, exercise and workouts, diet changes, new hairdos and so on. I bought some short skirts, skimpy blouses, and some “fuck me” heels. I made sure my mom got some sexy clothes too and insisted on a couple of teddys, a short wrap around robe, thigh high stockings, and some strappy heels. Her new “do” with streaks of blonde in her brown hair looked good, and she soon lost a few pounds while I gained a few. Everything seemed to be going well. The next problem was could I come through on my promise to deliver some guys.

I was counting on the old adage about guys thinking with their dicks. Makeover or no, I was never going to be Paris Hilton, but I felt if I just rubbed it on them the right way, I’d get my share. I knew some places where I could likely pick up some hunky guys if I worked it right. One night I got dressed up in my new sexier clothes and told mom I was going out. I said I might bring her back a “friend” later, and she should wear her new white wrap around robe, the thigh highs, and some strappy heels. She was startled and tried to ask me some questions, but I darted out the door before I had to do any more explaining.

Long story short, I scoped out the action in the club and settled on a hunky guy about 25. A little older than I usually went for, but he was not strictly for me. It took a little doing and rubbing, but he got the message, and soon we were planning to go to my place for a little nightcap. I sneaked away to the ladies and called mom from my cell phone. I told her I was on my way with a guy and that she should wait in her darkened bedroom while I entertained him, and then I would introduce them. “Wh – What’s going on, Lori?” she said. I told her to just do as I asked and I would explain later.

Matt the hunk and I came in the door kissing passionately and quickly moved to my bedroom and started stripping our clothes off. I finished undressing him by pulling down his shorts, and as soon as his cock was visible I noted it was about eight inches and thick. If he fucked my mom later as I had planned she was going to get a workout. I took him in my mouth and sucked hard, but I didn’t do this too long, because I wanted him to “save” his cock for some later action. He sucked my pussy, but I was panting for him to fuck me. He started easing his cock into me, but I humped forward to bury it up to the balls. We fucked hard and fast, and soon I felt his throbbing cock swelling, and then I felt his cum spurts in my pussy as I scissored my legs wide and came with him. We wound down for a short while, but I stroked his cock to make it clear I wanted another round. Except in this case his next round would be with somebody else. This was going to be tricky, but I thought I could pull it off.

We hadn’t made too much noise with our fucking, but mom had to know what was going on. It should be clear to her what I meant by “entertain him”, and if she hadn’t bolted and run by now it should work out. As soon as Matt’s cock was mostly hard I told him I had someone else for him. He was so startled it was pretty easy to get him to put his shorts back on and just lead him to mom’s room. She was dressed as I had asked and she looked good sitting on Cebeci Escort Bayan the bed with her legs crossed and the lacy tops of the thigh highs showing. I introduced her as Betty, not my mom, and Matt was in his shorts with a two thirds hard on, so there could be no mistaking the purpose of this meeting. I told them I would see them later, and mom looked kind of panicky as I closed the door. I was wishing now that Matt had a more average size cock.

I heard some muffled conversation for a couple of minutes, and then it got pretty quiet. I moved to the door in time to hear some gasps and moans from mom and then the unmistakable sounds of a bed under the stress of its occupants fucking. If there was any doubt I heard mom wailing “Fuck meee” a little later. Soon this was followed by Matt’s grunts and mom’s cries signaling their climaxes.

Matt figured out that “Betty” was my mom of course, but I told him it was a long story, and I’d explain later if he chose to come around again. He thanked me for a very “stimulating” evening before he left.

The next day mom was on a guilt trip. “It’s such a taboo for mother and daughter to have sex with the same guy,” she said. I said this was just a pick up thing and might well be just a one night stand. I told her the old bait and switch trick might have been too much for Matt to handle unless I got involved too, so she shouldn’t worry about it. Then I asked her if she had enjoyed it, and she admitted she had. “He was quite large, and it felt really good once he was in me. He was very athletic and I had trouble keeping up at first. Having a young stud like that has inspired me to lose a few more pounds,” she said.

Mom had mentioned starting slow, so I didn’t worry about lining up anybody else for her for a couple of weeks. Truthfully, I was sort of dreading going through the same routine I had used with Matt. It had worked pretty well with him, but it was fairly complicated and hard to predict exactly how it would work out. Then two things happened which eased the way, so to speak. The hunk who had provided some inspiration for my mom when he and I fucked called unexpectedly. His name was Ron, and he said he had something going with a girl when we met, but that was over, and he wondered if we could get together. I had worked him over pretty good that night, and maybe I’d made an impression.

Right after that Matt called, and he also wanted to get together. I could tell he was intrigued by the experience with me and my mom and maybe wanted some more of that. I had promised I would give him some background on mom’s situation, so I did that and he seemed to understand.

So now I had some options, and it might be just a matter of how to best work those for the benefit of both my mom and me. I decided to go out with Matt first, since he had already fucked mom and seemed to be interested in a repeat. But her comment about having trouble keeping up at first led me to make some plans to watch them to see how she was doing. It should be pretty simple really. I would lead Matt into her bedroom as I had before, and when I closed the bedroom door, I would just pull it to but not shut. A slight push on the door from the darkened hall and it should open a couple of inches to allow me a pretty good view.

Matt and I went out, but I think both of us were wanting to cut the evening short and get on to the important stuff. We came back to my place, and I didn’t see mom, so I assumed she was in her bedroom wearing one of her teddys and some heels as we had planned. I wanted to take time to savor the fucking with Matt, and we started out a little slower than before. I mostly licked his cock rather than sucking it which some men like better anyway unless they’re planning to cum in your mouth. I’d been into oral sex long before I lost my cherry, so I felt I was pretty Escort Cebeci good at it. No complaints from Matt as he groaned and humped my face.

Then I got on my back on the bed with my knees up, and Matt got his head between my thighs and sucked and licked my pussy. I was humping, gasping, and moaning, and I needed to be fucked now. I pulled him up, and he got his cock head against my pussy lips and moved it around. Juice was leaking from my fuck hole, and he finally rammed it in me. I lifted my ass off the bed and humped ’til it was in up to the balls. I circled my ass as he fucked it to me, and I think we may have been planning to go a little slower, but we were both caught up in it now. “It feels so good, baby. Fuck me. Cum in me,” I moaned.

“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy ’til you cum,” he gasped. I felt the heat rising in my cunt as his cock head swelled, and his hot cum triggered my orgasm. I thrust my hips against him and writhed and bucked as he filled my pussy.

I knew Matt would be back, but I hoped I hadn’t worn him down too much for my mom. We relaxed and stroked each other, and his cock did start to rise. This was a young athletic guy, and I need not have worried about wearing him down. When he was mostly hard, we did the same routine as before. He got his shorts on, and I led him into mom’s room. She looked good as she lay propped up on the bed in her teddy and the heels. She smiled at Matt and he smiled back. “See you guys later,” I said as I eased out the door, but I just pushed it to as I had planned.

As soon as I felt they’d had time to get into it I carefully moved back to the door and pushed it open slightly. Mom was sucking his dick, and he had one hand on the back of her head and was gasping and urging her on. She was trying to deep throat his big cock as much as she could, and she sucked hard as she came back up. I hoped she didn’t try to do this too long, and just then she traded places with him and got on the edge of the bed with her haunches drawn up. Her tits, ass and everything were more voluptuous than mine, and she made an erotic picture spread this way with her pussy hole gapping open slightly. Matt went right for the hole and slid his tongue deep inside her. She gasped and I gasped for her. Now she got her hand on the back of his head and writhed as he sucked and fingered her. My breathing quickened, and I stroked my tit and one hand drifted down to my crotch. I hadn’t counted on this. It was not my deal, but I was getting into it anyway.

She whispered, “Give it to me. Fuck me,” and he laid her out on the bed and moved her legs up with his arms. Her ass was up this way as he got his cock head at the entrance to her fuck hole. He eased it into her cunt, and I saw her pussy lips stretch to take him. He moved it around in her a few seconds, and when he pulled back his shaft was wet from her juices and her pussy lips were gripping around it. She moaned as he started to fuck his cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, and then picking up speed. She made little cries as his dick was pounding her, and in this position his balls and thighs were making a slap, slap sound against her ass. Then he got her ass up even more, and he was grunting as his cock was going into her almost vertical. With each stroke he was pulling his eight inches almost all the way out and then back down hard. Her cries were getting louder. I couldn’t help it. My panties were down to my knees, and I was stroking my clit. They moaned and cried out as they reached their climaxes, and I stifled my cries as I came too.

Mom was doing fine it seemed to me. Matt obviously liked the mature pussy, and I knew mom liked the young stud cock.

I went out with Ron, and he rang my sexual bell again. He seemed impressed with the results of my makeover. Ron was 21 and a student at the university I would be transferring to very soon. We seemed to have something going besides the sex, and I decided to save him for myself.

Mom was inspired now and got herself a mature boyfriend. Before I left for the university I had Matt promise to go over now and then and give her a “tune up”.

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Jazmin – Second Meeting

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I was so excited about my next meeting with Jazmin I couldn’t sleep. I was like a kid the night before Christmas because my Christmas present would be unwrapping Jazmin for more sex.

I arrived at her house the next morning. According to our plan I didn’t knock on her front door. It was unlocked for me so I went inside, closed and locked the door. It was quiet in her house. I stripped naked and shoved my clothes under her couch in the living room.

I walked naked through her house and entered her den. I smiled. There was Jazmin, are ass naked on her Futon. She sat with her ass cheeks at the edge of the Futon cushion with her legs wide opened and her the heels of her feet also on the edge of the cushion.

“I’m all yours,” she said while she patted her pussy with her right hand.

I was all smiles while I walked over to the Futon. Once I got there I dropped to my knees.

I stared at that sweet hairy Asian pussy. What a beautiful sight! But there was something I had to do first.

I took hold of her right foot and brought it to my face. I kissed all over her foot. I sucked on the big toe. “Never had that done before,” said Jazmin. “Feels good,” she added then I sucked on all the other toes.

I put her right foot back on the cushion and took hold of her left foot. I started sucking Demetevler Escort on her big toe of that foot then sucked on the other toes. Jazmin moaned. I put that foot back on the cushion.

I stared at Jazmin’s pussy lips for a few seconds. I leaned in and slowly ran my tongue all over the sides of her pussy. Her sounds indicated she was enjoying it.

I slowly ran my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. I kissed every inch of her pussy lips. I found her clit. I sucked on it and that started to get Jazmin really hot.

“Yes! Yes! Feels good! Feels so fucking good!” moaned Jazmin.

The more I sucked on Jazmin’s pussy clit the hotter she got. Then…”AHHHHHH!” she cried out having an orgasm and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

I stopped sucking on her clit and slowly ran the tip of my tongue over every inch of her pussy. “That’s it. I love it!” she moaned.

Then the tip of my tongue was at the bottom of her pussy opening. It was that area that guy call the “Taint.” It’s called the “Taint” because it’s not a pussy and it’s ain’t a butthole.

I lightly ran the tip of my tongue back and forth on the Taint. I wanted to see how she would react. Would she stop me? Or would she just moan? She moaned so I figured I had an excellent chance to take a risky step. Demetevler Escort Bayan I decided to go for it.

I lightly let the tip of my tongue go off the Taint and lightly touch the top of her butthole. Then I put it back on her Taint. I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth on the Taint a few times and let the tip of my tongue touch the bottom of her pussy opening. She appeared to be okay with that.

I put my tongue back on her Taint then let my tongue slowly lower to the top of her butthole. I thought I heard a little moan of approval. I took it up a notch. I let the tip of my tongue slowly drag across her butthole. She appeared okay with that. I decided to go all the way. I ran the tip of my tongue all around her butthole

“Mmm, feels good. Lick my asshole,” moaned Jazmin.

I was so happy that she was apparently kinky so I proceeded to give her butthole a good licking.

“Oh yes, yes, lick my ass! Lick my ass!” cried out Jazmin.

After a few minutes of licking Jazmin’s sweet asshole I pulled her off the Futon and brought her to her hands and knees on the carpet.

“It’s about time,” said Jazmin while she wiggled her ass cheeks.

I got on my knees behind her and ran the tip of my cock up and down the slit of her pussy lips. After doing Escort Demetevler that a few times I poked the head of my cock into her pussy opening.

“Ah, feels good,” said Jazmin while my cock slipped deeper into her pussy.

I started pumping her pussy and it wasn’t long before the sound of my crotch spanking her ass cheeks filled the air. More sweet music!

“Oh, oh, oh,” moaned Jazmin in rhythm with me fucking her doggiestyle with her dangling tits also swaying to the rhythm.

After a few seconds…”FFFUUCCKKK!” cried out Jazmin having an orgasm.

I pumped and pumped and it wasn’t long before the sound of of my crotch spanking her ass cheeks and seeing her dangling tits swaying back and forth was making me ready to blow my load. “I’m going to cum!” I cried out.

“Cum on my tits,” she said.

I pulled out. Jazmin sat leaning against the Futon cushion. I walked over on my knees and straddled over her crotch. Jazmin grabbed my cock and started jerking me off.

“AHHHH!” I cried out spurting out my globs of hot cum all over Jazmin’s tits.

After I was done spurting, Jazmin took her right hand and wiped up a globs of my cum off her tits. She motioned me to get closer. I did. Jazmin took that hand and wiped my cum all over my lips. She then brought me closer to her face. We kissed sharing my cum.

After we were done kissing, Jazmin used that same hand and wiped up the rest of my cum off her tits and licked her fingers dry.

We sat on the Futon and cuddled. We planned our next meeting.

To be continued…

Author note: So Jazmin, how we do this?

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Grease Monkey Business

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Another new story. I was thinking about the old line… ‘Fast cars and fast women’, and gave it a little twist for the modern world.

Having said that, introducing and developing these characters does take time. I ask for your patience. If you’re looking for a quickie, then you’d better look elsewhere. If you are willing to go for a little ride, well, by all means, let’s go.

I hope you enjoy it.

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I have an admission to make, and it’s a little embarrassing.

I, um… I don’t know much about cars. New ones, anyway.

Yes, I know that really goes against the whole male stereotype, and I also know that it’s not that unusual, in today’s world, where engines are computer controlled, and the average engine compartment looks like a plumber’s nightmare of hoses and pipes.

Now, several years ago, I considered myself quite knowledgeable about engines and cars. My father had a race car, and I was an occasional helper in the shop. A lot of information just rubbed off on me, and stuck. To this day, when I hear about the adjustments being made to improve a car’s handling during a race, I understand what they’re talking about.

Modern cars just baffled me, though, so I just left the maintenance to the pros.

Which is how this whole thing started, about a year ago.

***

Maintenance. I could be wrong, but it seemed to me like most people don’t believe in it. They get a new car every three years anyway, so why bother, beyond the stuff the dealership gives you free for the first few years? Expensive attitude, but that’s part of our modern, disposable society.

I tend to keep cars for longer, so a fifty-dollar oil change that saves a thousand-dollar repair down the road, is a wise investment. That’s how I met Julie, even though I didn’t find out her name for months afterward.

My car was out of warranty, and while I wanted to take care of it, I didn’t want to pay double to do so. With that in mind, I headed for my neighbourhood SuperLube shop. There, they would give me a newspaper, and a cup of coffee, while I sat in the car and they did their thing.

The first few times I was there, I didn’t really see Julie. Well, I suppose that’s not really true… I saw her, under the hood of my car, but didn’t talk to her at all, and barely realized it was a woman under the coveralls and grease smudges. I paid my bill each time, and left without giving it a second thought. I would be back in 5000 kilometres, give or take a few.

When I did return, it was with a coupon, as a ‘valued customer’, that saved me 25 percent.

And this time… Julie wasn’t under the hood. She was doing the concierge role, still in coveralls, but much cleaner than the previous times, which, as I said were a fuzzy memory.

She was cheerful, and pleasant, but unremarkable. A few strands of blonde hair had strayed from under her backwards facing ball cap. Safety glasses obscured her eyes somewhat, but I did notice they were a nice icy blue colour, and quite large. No makeup, of course, but a happy smile, and attractive lips. Sitting as I was at a different level than her, it was difficult to gauge her height, and the coveralls did nothing to hint at her figure. All in all, she really didn’t impress, other than being a woman in what was normally considered… right or wrong… a man’s job.

Helping out with the last few tasks under the hood, she came out with a smudge of dirt on the end of her nose. It was cute. I pointed it out, and she just laughed.

“I always do end up with a kitty kat nose,” she smiled, and didn’t even try to fix it. “Not a glamorous business, this one.”

“Probably why the uniform is coveralls, and not bikinis,” I laughed, “although I’d like to see that.” Yes, I was just that clumsy at flirting. Fortunately, she was better.

“Ooooo, I’m not sure you would. These guys don’t have the body for it, and I can’t do everything!” she winked. She had a clipboard in her hand, and flipped over the page to make a notation on the back, before handing me my receipt.

“Okay, Mr. Dickinson,” she began, and ran down the list of things they had checked. Finished her compulsory dialogue, she had just a few additions. “I guess we’ll see you in another 5000 kilometres, unless there’s anything else you need?”

“I think that covers it,” I smiled, “and please call me Red.”

“Red? I’m sure there’s a story there,” she giggled, “since your hair is brown. I’m Julie,” she said softly, offering her hand after wiping it clean, “and please… Call me.”

I’m sure the confusion showed on my face, so she clarified.

“My number is on the back of your receipt. If you want, maybe we could meet for a coffee, or…” she let the sentence hang in the air. “Have a good day, Red,” she smiled, and hit the switch to open the overhead door.

I was a little stunned, but pulled out, and into traffic. At the first red light, I flipped over the receipt that lay on the passenger seat. There it was: Julie Stroud 538-2436, after 7. She put a little heart in Ankara Escort place of the dot on her ‘i’.

I said she didn’t impress, but that was before I talked to her. She had a sharp wit, and was obviously a confident woman. I could do a whole lot worse.

***

I almost didn’t call. Yes, I’m that stupid.

Well, there was a part of me that was picturing her in her coveralls, at dinner. Ridiculous, I know. Fortunately, that part was small, and overcome by common sense; here was a woman, interested in me, while I had no better prospects.

I gave her a few extra minutes after 7 before I called, just so I wouldn’t appear too eager.

“Hello?” I heard on the other end of the phone.

“Julie?” I asked. The voice was different somehow. Smokier. Sultrier.

“Yes,” she replied. “Is this Red?”

“Yes it is,” I answered. “How was the rest of your day?”

“About as good as any day at work can be,” she laughed. “I met this man…”

“Really?” I laughed, playing along. “Someone you’re interested in?”

“Maybe. It’s pretty early to tell, but I’m glad you called,” she purred.

“Wow, Julie, you sound different away from work,” I noted.

“So I’ve been told,” she replied. “That’s my work voice. I’m sure you’re different at work than away from it, in some way.”

“No doubt,” I nodded. “I like it. Your voice, I mean… very sexy.”

“Thank you, Red,” she breathed. “Why do they call you Red, anyway?”

“Ah, yes, well… my full name is Richard Edward Dickinson. Richard becomes Rick, or Dick, and Dickinson does the same. Growing up I got all manner of Dick jokes. Double Dick. Dick Dick. Dick Squared. When someone came up with Red, for my initials, I jumped on it,” I laughed. “It was so much better than the alternatives.”

“Yes, kids can be cruel, can’t they?” she said. “I had my own similar problems growing up.”

“What did they call you?” I asked.

“Hmmm… perhaps someday I’ll tell you,” she giggled. “I have to maintain some semblance of mystery, don’t I?”

“Fair enough. Are you still interested in having coffee?” I queried.

“No. I’d rather have something more substantial. Dinner. Wednesday?” she suggested. Her directness was refreshing. She was a modern woman, and didn’t need to play games.

“Sure! Where do you want to eat?” I asked.

***

I arrived early at the restaurant she suggested, and got us a table near the windows that looked out across the street. It was the only view available, and I watched the people passing by while I waited for Julie. I suddenly realized that I really didn’t know what to expect. I’d never seen her away from work, and unless she showed up in coveralls, I might not even recognize her.

While I peered out the window, a shiny new ‘Bullitt green’ Mustang rumbled past, and turned to park halfway down the first row of the parking lot. My attention was pulled away for a few seconds, and when I looked back, a flash of red caught my eye.

It was a blonde, with long, flowing hair. The red was a long, matrix-style leather coat, nearly down to the middle of her calves, flying open in the breeze. Tall, high heeled boots were on her feet. Intervening traffic kept me from continuing to watch her.

“Wow,” I muttered, looking at my watch, “someone’s a lucky guy.” She should have been here by now. Maybe I was getting stood up? I looked out the window again.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late,” I heard from behind me, and turned to see… Her! Holy shit! I’mthe lucky guy!

My chivalrous side was temporarily derailed by shock, but I jumped up to get her chair, just in time.

She was tall, nearly six feet in those heels. I stepped around behind her and helped her take her coat off, marvelling at the hair that tumbled in loose waves well down her back. It’s amazing she could get all of that under her hat.

“Thank you,” she smiled as I took her coat. I was stunned at the buttery softness of the red leather as I helped her into her seat. It must have cost a fortune.

The coveralls were gone, and boy, had they been covering all. She was very curvy, wearing a classic black dress. I quickly took my seat.

This can’t be the same woman, I thought. The Julie who changed my oil was unimpressive, but this?…This woman was anything but. She was gorgeous, and built, and had a Charlotte Mckinney vibe to her. How could I have missed it? How could I have missed… Those?!

“I know,” she giggled, flashing a brilliant smile at me. “I look different without the grease.”

I gawked at her in befuddled silence for a few seconds.

“Different. Yes, you could say that. Different. Oh my god! Julie? First the voice, and now this?”

Yes… Oh my god! The cleavage that was beckoning my eyes was truly spectacular, displayed so nicely by her dress. I was trying not to stare, but… Jesus! Talk about a surprise! I almost couldn’t believe it was the same woman.

I suppose it was natural. She worked every day, in a very un-feminine business, covered with grease, dirt and grime. Ankara Escort Bayan For our ‘date’, she had swung the pendulum as far in the other direction as possible, going all out to be as overtly female as she could. She had certainly succeeded; there’s no way anyone could possibly mistake her for anything but a woman, and a very attractive one at that. My mouth was still offering itself as a home for flies, hanging open. I gathered my wits.

“Julie, I just… I don’t know what to say,” I babbled.

“That’ll do nicely,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes demurely. “Your eyes are flattery enough.”

“I’m sorry, just… Well, I was expecting Julie Stroud, mechanic, who looks cute with a smudge of grease on her nose. Julie Stroud, unbelievably beautiful woman with perfect blue eyes and… ” I caught myself before I voiced my opinion of her full, round breasts, but inadvertently made enough of a gesture that I may as well have said it.

Julie snorted, and laughed, flashing a thousand-watt smile at me.

“Thank you for noticing,” she giggled, “although, that has to be the strangest compliment I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, I wish I hadn’t phrased it quite…” I repeated the gesture, “…that way. What I meant to say, in my own inept way, is that you are just so beautiful.”

“Much better the second time,” she smiled. “Now, what looks good for dinner? I’ve never actually eaten here, but heard it’s good.”

I silently thanked her for changing the direction of the conversation, and saving me from inserting my other foot in my mouth. With menus open, we quietly perused our options for a few minutes, until the waiter returned to take our orders.

I was happy to hear her order a steak. Since my wife left me, I had only had a few dates that amounted to anything approaching a relationship, but I always held out hope that the next one would be the one that stuck. Hearing her order actual food crossed one potential conflict off the list, and in my mind at least, increased the odds. I don’t think I could be with someone who viewed my eating habits with contempt.

With drinks and dinner ordered, Julie sat back and watched me looking at her. I was still gobsmacked by the vision sitting across from me.

“Red, you’re making me feel self-conscious,” she warned.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “What made you become a mechanic? With your looks, you could have been a model or actress,” I laughed.

“Mmmmm. Thank you again,” she smiled, brushing her bangs back with her fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes sparkled at me. “Well, my Dad was a shade tree mechanic, and part time racer. My brothers were always into cars as well. I guess I’m just a tom-boy at heart. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty, and always liked figuring out how things worked. Does that answer your question?” she shrugged.

“Yes, I suppose it does,” I nodded. “Is it sexist that I’m surprised my mechanic is such a beautiful woman under her coveralls? I’m not complaining. Just surprised.”

“I’m sure someone might find that sexism, but I don’t,” she giggled. “So, what sports do you like?”

No woman had ever asked me that. It seemed to me that most of them would rather the answer be ‘none’, so they didn’t have competition for the attention of their partner. Julie asking me made her feel more like one of the guys, until I looked at her, and was reminded that she was most definitely not.

“Oh, the usual I suppose. I play golf, so I enjoy watching it. I like the strategy of football and baseball. Hockey of course,” I replied.

“Racing?” she asked.

“Yes,” I nodded. “Some series more than others, but yes. NASCAR. Indy. F1.”

“Sports cars?” she probed.

“Yeah. The bigger events anyway. Ever since the Speed channel went off the air, it’s hard to find coverage, but I like LeMans. The Rolex 24 at Daytona and Sebring too.”

“Hmmm,” she smiled. “Well, let’s see how this goes. I might have a proposition for you… I mean, an opportunity you might like,” she corrected herself.

Yes, let’s save the proposals for later, I thought.

We talked a little more about me… my job (boring), my hobbies (photography)… and I kept trying to steer the conversation back to her, but she wasn’t having it. It wasn’t until I mentioned that my father also did some racing that she opened up.

“What class did he race in?” she asked, leaning forward anxiously. I couldn’t help my eyes dropping to her cleavage, as her breasts rested on the edge of the table.

“Um, they called it Limited Sportsman. V8’s under 300…wide tires… open wheels… typical short track stuff,” I explained.

“My father ran something similar,” she smiled. “What engine did he use?”

“Chevy 283, bored out to 292,” I remembered. “350 heads, windage tray. That’s about all I remember. It was fun. I worked in the grandstands.”

She sat back, and tapped her fingertip against her lips, as though weighing a decision, then smiled.

“Red, do you want to do something crazy?” she asked. “I mean, crazy for a first Escort Ankara date? Wait… make that a second date. This is our first, isn’t it?”

I was mentally crestfallen, but just for an instant. When she said ‘crazy for a first date’, my mind had begun undressing her, then that undressing came to a screeching halt when she corrected herself.

“That depends,” I laughed. “Crazy is legal, right?”

“Absolutely,” she nodded. “It’s just kind of quick, but I don’t control the schedule.”

“Then yes. What did you have in mind?” I smiled.

“I’m driving down to Portland for the 8-hour endurance race,” she explained. “Would you like to come with me? We’d have to stay overnight before and after the race ends. I know that sounds funny, given we just met, but I think you’d have fun.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “What are the sleeping arrangements? I’m not trying to be an ass, just setting the boundaries.”

She leaned in again, and I swear she gave her upper arms a little squeeze inward, making her tits bulge even more noticeably.

“Let’s just leave the sleeping arrangements flexible, shall we?” she giggled.

With impeccably bad timing, our dinners arrived, leaving me to digest her comment without further input. Flexible. Flexible is good, I guess. It beats an outright ‘no’.

I cut my steak, and watched her plump lips as she pulled a piece of her own off the fork with her tongue. She caught me gazing at her, and grinned.

“You’re doing it again,” she smiled.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I don’t mean to stare, but I’m still having trouble believing it’s really you. You just look so different.”

“Would you prefer me in my coveralls?” she asked, a playful smirk tickling her lips. She knew the answer.

“Um, no,” I laughed. “No, I’ll take my chances with this version. You really clean up well!”

“Thank you,” she giggled, stabbing a mushroom and popping it into her mouth. “The coveralls really don’t do much for my figure, do they? And I wear a more comfortable sports bra under them, too. I do like getting dressed up, though. Victoria’s Secret and the whole package. You like the dress?”

Since she was no longer fighting me on my appreciation of her beauty, I assumed I was permitted to continue.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “Yes, the dress is just… Mmmmm hmmm… so good.”

“Good,” she breathed. “Glad you like it. I do too.”

Like it. Yeah, that’s an understatement. What’s not to like? It only fits you like a glove, makes your ass look fabulous, and shows enough killer cleavage to get a priest’s attention. Like it? Hell, yeah!

The rest of dinner was uneventful. We chatted, and joked, and learned a bit more about each other. That learning continued, as we went for a walk. We were only a block or two from the seawall, so a stroll along there was a natural next step.

Of course, she was wearing her coat now, and the breeze was blowing both her hair and the long, red leather behind her.

“I feel like I’m walking with a superhero,” I laughed, gesturing to the flapping garment. “You’re sure your name isn’t Supergirl? There’s no big ‘S’ under there, is there?”

“Hmmm, wouldn’t you like to know,” she giggled, striking the ‘hands on hips, looking into the distance’ pose. The breeze obliged, making her ‘cape’ flap heroically. She held it for long enough to make her point, magnificent chest thrust out proudly. I visually caressed those curves again.

“You should probably wear glasses,” I smiled, “to complete the disguise.”

“I do, at work,” she smiled. “Safety first.”

She was right about that. The safety glasses she wore at work most definitely did disguise those striking blue eyes of hers. Other than her figure, the eyes had been my biggest surprise. She had a few more for me, though.

Our walk circled back to the restaurant, and the parking lot, where she stopped.

“This is me,” she smiled caressing the spoiler of the car lovingly. It was the Mustang I saw earlier, and now I got a much better look at it.

“Wow! You really are a car chick, aren’t you?” I gasped. “Bullitt?”

“Yes! You know the movie?” she asked, smiling widely.

“Oh yeah. Love that car chase. Steve McQueen,” I said, proving I had seen it.

“Well, if Steve was alive, he’d want this car for the sequel,” she said softly, almost reverently. “Jack Rousch did a little work on this one. Stage three, supercharged, with the track pack on it; Race suspension, bigger brakes. It’s a beast.”

I walked around the car, checking out the impressive lines. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that a mechanic had a great car, but Julie held one surprise after another. She started the engine, and I heard the whine of the supercharger. She closed the door, and her window went down with a whir.

“Friday, 4:30. I’ll pick you up. Pack some rain gear, just in case,” she advised. “It’s a long race.”

She put her hand on the gear shifter, then paused, and crooked a finger at me. I leaned closer.

“Come here,” she smiled, urging me closer still. Her hand reached out, and grabbed my lapel, pulling me that last few inches, while she leaned out the window. She kissed me. Her lips were so soft, and delicious, and her eyes so lovely up close. “I had a great time. I’m very happy to know you, Red. See you Friday.”

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His Daughter’s BFF Ch. 02

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Martin and Nicole were weighed down in clothes that were drenched by a downpour when they walked into the house. Water dripped onto the muddied tile followed by raindrops that led a trail to the sofa where their emotions caused them to collapse. Martin sat on the end of the couch closest to the door while Nicole soaked the carpet on her way to the arm on the opposite end.

The once whites of Martin’s eyes were the color of blood and they moistened with the disappointment of the loss of his daughter, Lauren, tearing through him. She wasn’t throwing confetti when she caught him and her best friend, Nicole, doing the dirty deed in the car a half hour prior. Martin hadn’t summoned the strength and will to talk to women since his divorce several months ago. The first woman that opened and warmed his heart after his split was Nicole, a beautiful, young college girl that happened to be his daughter’s best friend and half his age. That didn’t matter to him. Lauren, on the other hand, thought any man that slept with someone young enough to be his daughter was revolting. The lunch she lost when she thought about such a thing was less disgusting.

Martin said Lauren had two choices: accept it or get over it. He deserved some female companionship. She chose a third option: leave them both and they could jump in a lake and drown for all she gave a damn. Martin took the hard stance but he couldn’t prepare for the sorrow of never having a relationship with his only offspring. He wouldn’t see her smile again. Wouldn’t hear her ear-rattling karaoke. Never play tennis with her.

He looked at the other side of the sofa. Nicole had turned away from him and was staring into the abyss. He could only imagine what was floating around in her mind. She just lost her bestie since middle school. After quieting the chatter between his ears, her sobs became louder. How could he let her go? She heated the chilled bones of a lonely middle aged man. He was her age inside. He could have hit a somersault or a backflip with a twist. She cared whether he was having a sunny day or if it was a shitstorm. Made his little heart want to flutter away. Oh, and least of all, she was fucking hot. What more could any guy want?

Martin cupped his face in his hands. His eyes grew hotter and he wept because of the choice he decided upon. Lauren may be gone for a while, and the notion ripped at him, but she may get over it one day. She may curse him never to be seen again. It was a chance he was going to take.

That all depended on how Nicole felt about it…

A touch like silk landed on his shoulder in the midst of his despair and he slowly angled towards the owner of that hand. Those hands gripped Martin’s and pulled them away revealing his tortured emotions. Nicole used her fingers to dry his tears. He held her hands and the pain dissipated.

“Her car is still in the driveway,” Martin commented, “we’re going to see her again sooner than later.”

Nicole sniffed but her cries were subsiding. “What are we going to do?”

Martin focused his attention on his lover. “Listen to me. Lauren is mad. She has a right to how she feels. In some ways, I get it. Maybe we should have told her about us. Maybe I shouldn’t have ruined my marriage with her mother. If I could rewind time and fix it all, I would but I’m dealing with reality today. That means you. I want you, Nicole. I still love my daughter. Nothing can change that but you make me happy and she doesn’t get the right to take that from me. She may come around and accept it one day but if not, it will be my penance for the mistakes I made.”

A smile flashed but Nicole appeared conflicted. “I want to be with you but she’s going to look at me like I’m a she-devil the rest of my life. She was my friend.”

Martin pulled her close and spoke into her ear. “I know you’re feeling a loss but if we broke up, do you think she would let everything go back to normal like the last few hours never happened?”

Nicole drew in a sharp inhale and released it. “I don’t know but I’ve never had a friend like her. She knows my college subjects better than me. She always wins trivia night. It’s a party everywhere we go. What am I supposed to do?”

Nicole was getting riled up and the tears flowed again.

Martin said, “I can help you with your subjects. Ask me anything.”

“How long has it been since you were in school?”

“Try me.”

“Okay…” Nicole said as she tried to come up with a brain stumper. “What does two plus two equal?”

“Psst, oh, come on! Give me a challenge! Everyone knows that’s five!”

Nicole snickered and shook her head. “Um hum. Sure. Maybe in an alternate universe. Okay, what’s an example of an odd number?”

“Twelve.”

“Twelve is not odd.”

“It was to me. I was born in the twelfth month but I really hate the cold!” Nicole couldn’t contain her laughter. He couldn’t tell if it was with him or at him but at least she had a smile across her face. “Okay, okay. Maybe Elvankent Escort we should try English instead of math.”

Nicole put her hands in front of her as if to signal him to stop. “I don’t want you to embarrass yourself anymore, okay, sweetie? We’ll stop while you’re ahead.”

Martin playful bashed the air with his fist. “Ah, shucks. I was really about to impress you!”

The rumblings of an engine in front of the house crumbled their moment. It shook their nerves and they clutched each other as they whipped their heads towards the noise.

Martin created a lump in his throat and shivered with his young lover.

“Is…that her?” Nicole said as her voice was cracking.

“I’ll check.” Martin crept to the curtains blanketing the window behind them and slid it aside enough to push a cocoa iris into the opening. Never had Lauren conjured such feelings of fear. Not that he was scared of her but fear of their relationship being destroyed beyond repair. It was definitely her on the opposite of the window. Her friend was dropping her off. “It is Lauren. I don’t have any words. Will anything I say make a difference?”

Nicole joined Martin at the window and hugged him from the side. “I don’t know but I’m here for you, honey.”

“Thanks. Well, let the fun begin…” Before Martin could finish, there was a bang at the door like it was going to make it fly off the hinges.

“Open this goddamn door!” Lauren’s voice boomed. It was barely muffled given the rage that came forth. “I need my car keys and my shit then I’m gone!”

Martin maneuvered in front of Nicole and met her at the eyes. “You don’t have to be here. You can stay in my room until she leaves…”

Nicole cut him off by kissing him and letting every touch of her lips to last. Martin saw his breaths flee and his heart speed up like he was on something. After Martin recovered, he reciprocated the gesture and enjoyed the warmth flooding his body. Only Lauren’s persistent knocking separated them.

Nicole said, “I’m staying by your side and I need to talk to her, too.”

Martin imagined a woman being next to him during thick and thin. It was pretty thick without a doubt. He mouthed the words “okay” and smiled before closing his eyes to settle his nerves. He unlocked the door and let the fireworks begin.

Martin never had to look far to find where her fire and determination came from. Martin couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty and love her for their mutual attitudes. Lauren represented one of the few things he got right in his life.

Without a word, she burst into the house and knocked him aside to do so. He marched after her but she spoke first.

Lauren aimed a finger at him while keeping her feet in motion. “Don’t say a fucking word to me! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Martin blocked her path to the hallway and lifted a finger of his own. “I’m your father! You don’t talk to me like that! I don’t care how mad you think you are at me! Respect isn’t optional!”

Lauren huffed and tossed her hands into the air. “Okay, whatever. Just get out of my way so I can get my stuff out of my room!”

Nicole joined Martin and folded her arms. “He’s right. You shouldn’t talk to your father like that. You should apologize.”

Lauren glowered at her former friend. “You don’t get to talk to me at all! Sleeping with my dad. That’s beyond gross. Something has to be seriously wrong with you. Some kind of mental disease? Yuck.”

Nicole slid her arm around Martin. “I’m a grown woman and I care about him. He may not be perfect like you but he’s been good to me and he’s trying to patch up with you. Can you see past your bitchiness for one second?! Please!”

Martin had a fuzzy sensation when Nicole defended him and he held onto her like nothing in the universe could pry her away.

Lauren was breathing into her hands as though she was attempting to calm herself or was she actually regretful for her rage? Maybe they were breaking through.

Lauren shifted her eyes to Martin and lowered her voice but raised the sarcasm. “Dad, can you please allow me to get my things from my room?”

Martin granted her request and stood aside. She blew past him so fast she left a breeze in her contrails. Martin and Nicole had their arms wrapped around each other and she laid her head into his chest. They were relying on their connection to get them through their trauma and torment.

Moments later, Lauren stormed by them again. Over her arm were some folded clothes and toiletries stacked on top. She halted her stamping to the door to scoff and roll her eyes white at the couple. She retraced her steps until she was near Nicole.

She said, “Did you stop to think that he’s five years from fifty? When he’s sixty, you’ll be thirty-eight. Do you really want to be a young woman taking care of an old decrepit man?”

Nicole said, “I bet he’ll be a sexy sixty.” She ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair. Elvankent Escort Bayan “Won’t you my smookums?”

Lauren made gagging sounds. “‘Cough, ‘cough.’ Smookums? That’s it. I’m done!”

She sped to the door and flipped around at the threshold. “Dad, I…never mind…”

Martin had faded away in his love for Nicole and they were floating. Lauren broke from rage mode but their attention was on their little world.

Martin swept his fingers through Nicole’s light brown tresses and held his gaze on her matching irises. He met Nicole’s lips and they lost themselves in a kiss that sizzled them and lasted for many minutes although they lost track of the concept of time. Their hearts thumped against the other’s and they stayed melded as one.

Martin spoke just over a whisper. “Thanks for standing with me. I probably would have gone berserk if you hadn’t been there. Holding you calmed me.”

Nicole touched his cheeks using feathery brushes. “You shouldn’t have to go at it alone. I’m in this, too.”

Martin laughed. “Haha, you really stuck your neck out talking about Lauren being bitchy. She nearly snapped my head off when I said that. Poking a tigress was pretty brave of you.”

“I thought she might remember who we are and what we mean to her. We’re not splitting up so she just has to accept it…” Nicole said as she showered him in more kisses. Martin was living a dream. One he hoped to never awaken from. “I have to go. I need to slip into some drier clothes and study for my classes tomorrow.”

Martin lingered on her dark brown gazers. “I’m cooking dinner tomorrow at 5pm. Will you be here, my love?”

Nicole’s hand slipped beneath Martin’s waist and took a handful of cock. “You know I wouldn’t miss it. We will be alone?”

“Mmm, don’t do that. You’re going to start something we can’t finish.”

Nicole squeezed him harder and Martin’s manhood was pressing against his pants. “If we’re alone tomorrow, we can finish it then. Now, you have something to look forward to.”

Martin tightened in his lower half and was aching to get inside the young woman that awakened his manly desires. He spoke from the deepest reaches of his chest. “You will be mine for teasing me like this.”

She winked. “Take me if you can, baby.”

The next afternoon, Martin was over his stove stirring Alfredo sauce in a pan. He had chicken breasts searing in the skillet and fettucine boiling in a pot. The aromas of fresh parsley and herbs mixed with the chicken and had his mouth watering. Once everything was finished, he pulled the curtains and lit candles on the dining room table, the coffee table, and the kitchen countertops. Their flames tangoing off the surfaces were the only light. There was one thing missing and she had his cock pulsating. Martin paced the house from the kitchen to his room and back to the living room. He pressed his eye to the peephole and peeked around the curtains but minutes passed without an appearance from Nicole. Like he was weighed by disappointment, he fell to the love seat and slumped. He had that grinding feeling when something wasn’t quite right. She should have been there. Martin even wore his best dress shirt, a black button-up and black dress pants. He sighed, folded his arms on the couch’s arm, and laid his head on them.

Sometime later, the insistent dinging of the doorbell awakened Martin from his nap. His loins soon followed. He banged his temples to knock out the sleep and dashed to see who wanted his attention. Martin froze and dropped his jaws.

Nicole’s skin had a brownish orange complexion that naturally matched her curled sugar brown hair. Her strands dangled and brushed over her shoulders. She was in a teal blue dress with thin shoulder straps. On her feet were matching pumps. Her ears were adored in diamond earrings. A whisk of the wind brought the smell of an orchid flowing into Martin’s nose. What snared his eye most of all was the full toothed smile aimed at him.

“Wow, you’re beautiful…” Martin had never caught a sight that carried such a stunning beauty. Rarer yet was a woman like her that was craving him.

Nicole tilted her head and laid her ear against her shoulder. “Aww, you’re the greatest. I wouldn’t wear these pumps for anyone except you.” She held the fabric of his shirt between her fingers. “That’s a pretty sweet shirt you have there. It really matches your hair.” She scratched his head and Martin quivered when she did that.

“Come in.” Martin took her by her hand and escorted her onto the carpet. He secured the door. He was out of his daze long enough to realize she was carrying something that had four sides and covered in brown paper. “What did you bring?”

Nicole lifted it. “This is why I was late. I’m really sorry. I wanted you to have this.”

“Oh, thanks…” Martin took the gift and tore the paper from the mystery object. He held it to the light. He marveled at the painting and its lifelike appearance. Escort Elvankent It was of him and Nicole when they went to the carnival a few months prior. Lauren was absent unlike the photo the artwork was based off. “It looks better than the picture that clown took of us.”

Nicole nibbled her pinkie’s nail. “Do you like? I wanted to finish it before I came.”

Martin snatched her by the waist. He spoke within a breath’s distance of her lips. “It’s the best painting I’ve ever seen. There’s a spot for it in my room. Thank you.”

Nicole placed her hands behind Martin’s neck and they kissed. They were delicate and gentle, one after another for a few minutes, but turned hotter as Nicole darted her tongue into Martin’s open mouth and he shot his to meet hers. Martin tangled their tongues together and used his to explore the deepest reaches of the inside of her mouth and teeth. He soon came back to her tongue where they danced in unison but they wound up pressing lips again.

Martin was racing but recovered when the herby scent hit. “Are you hungry?”

Nicole leaned back but with a hold of his neck. “Mmm, for what?”

Martin walked her to the stove. “For some actual grub!”

He lifted the top off a pot and the steam flowed into the air. Nicole picked piece of chicken from the fettucine. She kept it in her front teeth and through her grit, she said, “Try it!”

Martin bit the meat and Nicole chewed what was left. They watched each other eat like it was the sexiest thing in the world. The lumps in their throats formed at the same time and they giggled.

Nicole wiped some sauce from her lips and smacked them. “This is really delish but…” She cupped his cock hard. “I am really starved for something else.”

“Oh, I see. We have to finish what we started yesterday, don’t we?” Martin took two handfuls of her ass in return and jerked her forward. “You were teasing me, weren’t you?”

Nicole dragged her nails over his back. “Mmhmm. What are you going to do about it, baby?”

“This!” Martin scooped Nicole off her feet and hoisted her on the counter. He yanked the straps from her shoulders and lowered them until her teal bra was visible. Nicole braced herself on her hands as if she was giving herself to him and awaited his attention. He kissed along her collarbone from one shoulder to the other while he was rolling one her breasts in his palm. The natural taste her skin was sweet and he couldn’t wait to get more of it.

“Feels good…” Nicole mumbled as she tossed her hair.

He flicked the side of her neck to the ear and she giggled from the tickle and leaned away. He caught her neck in his lips and suckled it in a few random places up to her chin. Nicole went after his lips but he grinned and took them out of range. Martin enjoyed being in control and she nodded as if she received that message. He kissed her chin, her cheeks, and her ear and behind it. Nicole hugged her lover and her contact sent throbs into his manhood. He tried focusing on her pleasure but she was making it damn near impossible. Her alluring scent wasn’t helping matters either.

Martin smooched the top of her breasts and slid a tongue along the length of the fabric. She did the scratching on his head again and he became more aggressive with the kissing on her sizzling flesh. Not able to wait anymore, he reached behind her to unhook her bra and she helped pull it off and toss it to the tile. She smiled and wiggled when her breasts fell free. Martin gave them and their hardening nipples more than a cursory glance. She did the same to him and had a wanting for him. A come hither and ravish me kind of look. He pulled her close and sucked one of her light brown colored nipples. He softly sucked on it and tugged at it with his teeth. He returned to rapid sucking until quiet pleasure cues leaked from her mouth. She was never a loud moaner or a fake one like a porn star but rather she silently enjoyed the experience.

Martin held her breast and flicked his tongue at her nipple. He whipped her tongue around her brown areola a few times. She shook her little booty on the counter and pulled on his neck to encourage more focus on her little tits. He took her nipple in his lips and lashed at it. He licked across to her other breast and fed it to himself. Nicole kicked her heels against the cabinet beneath her. He nibbled on her nipple and gnawed her flesh. He damn near lost everything when Nicole tickled the rear of his neck and its hairs. He rose and grinned against her smile. She held his face, a hand on each cheek, and kissed him. Martin was trying to devour her in kisses as he shoved her dress past her hips. His fingers caressed along the satin just inside the lining and Nicole twitched at the light touches. While still smothering her with his lips, he massaged her pussy through her panties. The fabric was damp and it bumped his ego that he could still cause that reaction in a woman. He responded by moving his fingers faster over her sweet hole and that had her softly releasing sounds of elation into his mouth. As he kept up his rubbing, she couldn’t tie tongues with him as she moaned…softly.

Anxious to taste Nicole’s juices, Martin pinched her undies at the sides and pulled. She lifted her ass so he could sweep them away.

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Hard Night in Tokyo

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Well here it is my masturbation confession. My true story of one night in Tokyo. First you have to understand I didn’t start masturbating till I was 26. I am NOT Slow… I just had other things to do. Anyway, I have to make up for lost time. So when the stress is relieved and my mind can wonder, frankly, I get horny. Horny as the devil. Now, when is my stress relieved? Well, when I don’t have the day to day pressures of job and home. BINGO – when I travel. And I have had some real ‘spells’. Fortunately, I have never hurt myself. There was that one time I wondered around, driving, drunk, looking for a store that sold dildos. But after I sobering up and realized how really stupid that was… I now do all my drinking in my room. And I don’t always drink to have a good game of UNO.

Now there was that trip this spring to Japan. I really love to go to Japan. It’s not easy, a woman traveling alone and I didn’t the first time or even the 2nd. But by the 4th and 5th, I loved. And I hope I can go back sometime. This trip (the 4th) was good. We accomplished a lot at work and I was traveling with 2 gentlemen and one’s wife from Toronto. They were excellent dinner company. But after 7 days, they moved on and I was left for 7 more days alone. And evenings, even in one of the best hotels in Tokyo (The New Otani), can be boring. The only English speaking TV is CNN and BBC news. And that gets really old after 7 nights. So… I decided to buy a night of Playboy (I’d seen the movies on the movie channels). The Playboy in Asia is a little different than the one here. Here (at least in our market) they show X rated, just barely – they show no dicks. Well over there, its full on, full up nudity. Except for one small exception – the profanity laws in Japan prohibit genitals from being shown. So you get this little fuzzy area that follows around the pussies and dicks. I want that job: Japanese Sensor. I’ll take the men. Follow around cocks and pussy all day with a little fuzzy thing… nice work if you can get it.

So, Playboy Asia was an interesting mix of Japanese and US products. I’ll have to tell you about some of the Japan programs – another time. One thing I learned is I never want to see a Japanese man naked. Skinny guys, uck. And its not length they lack, but width. Skinny dicks, yuck! You could tell that much in the fuzzy area, especially when they got some head. I did like watching the Japanese women – but only with the sound off. Their voices (so high and whiny were more than I could stand). But they really looked like they were having sex and they looked like they were having an orgasm, not having their nails done – like so many of the Anglo female ‘talent’.

Well, I did enjoy watching it. And one night Tunalı Escort after a few drinks, I started to write about it. Do a little narration. And you know how writing about it turns me on. The next day at work I am terribly distracted all day. Just waiting to get off the subway the next night and have a real hot time playing UNO in my room. I go to the hotel shop and see what snacks I can get for the night. Oh, gin and tonics in a can – nice. A pint of vodka (its cheap and I’ve spent a lot on silk). Chocolate – got to have chocolate. McVittie’s cookies. OK, I’m set. No wait. All I have is that clever little vibrator I got down in the electronics district. Cute little thing, about the size of a cigar and twice as handy. I needed batteries for it and I need a dildo. I knew, having done this before, I would be humping my hairbrush by the end of the night. Better to plan a head (nice pun, no?)

Off to the convenience stores. OK, it had to be so long, so wide. Smooth is good. Rounded tip. No. No. This is getting frustrating. I really need to get one of the real things to travel with. (Maybe someone will send me one for Christmas!!) Last store. Don’t forget the batteries. Well apparently ‘batteries’ doesn’t translate, so I can’t find them and I can’t make the guy behind the counter understand. But all it not lost. [I can steal the batteries out of a gift I had bought. ] I go over to the hair products counter, hoping to find a hairbrush with a really large handle. No luck. But apparently the power of the phallus is not lost on Japanese marketers. There is a whole row of hair spray cans shaped like dildos. Just the right width, with smooth missile shaped tops (I guess it’s to much to ask for a ridge). And they are shrunk wrapped in heavy plastic. How very sanitary. And it avoids that pesky trip to the emergency room to have the cap of a hair spray can removed from your cunt.

I’m in business. Back to the room. I order room service, something with lots of flavor that I can eat with my hands. I want all my senses filled. I get the Playboy channel cued up and open the gin. Not bad for a mixed drink in a can. Actually pretty smooth. I wonder how much alcohol is in it? I know how much to drink to get the best affect. So it would be nice to know… but what the hell.

Dinner is delivered. When Skinny leaves, I get naked and put on the complementary light cotton robe. I dig into dinner. Have another drink and watch 2 really dirty (I mean mud of various colors all over their bodies) women making love to each other – or at least what the movie maker thinks men want to watch 2 women do. Actually, some of it works for me to. But I’ve got to believe if the women were really doing it, they’d go about Escort Tunalı it a little differently.

After they finish, and I finish drink number 3, A good looking (for low cost films) stud rides on screen on a nice bike. [Bike cost more than he does, I’m sure. ] He stops and contemplates a dessert bush (no pun there). Suddenly, 2 women appear, apparently a fond memory is being reenacted. OK, I can get into this. I lay down and get out ‘little willy’. Oh yes that’s good. He’s fucking her from behind. And she sucking the other’s tits. Yeah, that’s it. I’m over the top. Go willy go. Oh yes. One down.

As I sit up I realize that first drink was strong. And 2 and 3 are joining with a vengeance. Better back off the booze and eat more food. I sit cross-legged on the bed and eat more of the delicious spread. The cool air helps put my twat on idle while I eat. I watch the blond women with silicon tits get fucked and look like they really don’t care. Look at the camera; smile pretty; don’t get a black eye when your super-tits hit you in the eye.

I finish dinner and think, fuzzily, that I should put the tray outside, so the room doesn’t smell like old mizo soup in the morning. OK. I stand up. Steady myself. (can you see the problem here?) I pick up the tray and manage to open the door and go to set the tray outside.

Pause and catch the scene here: 1) You have to set the tray outside and to the side so you don’t step on it in the morning (made sense at the time). 2) This lovely hotel has very strong return springs on the doors. 3) I am very nearly 3 sheets to the tsunami, from drinking too much too fast. 4) I have nothing but the hotel robe on. Nothing.

Yes, in fact, as I set the tray on the floor, I step forward to keep from falling over and lo.. the door closes and locks behind me. OK, driving around drunk is stupid. Standing alone, naked except for this cotton robe in a hotel is… exciting, but really, REALLY stupid. But I am my best when challenged. I remember this is Tokyo. They return your wallet if you leave it on the subway; I will be safe. But this hotel isn’t filled with Japanese. There were those Chinese bodyguards (BIG guys) that were with the delegation of Chinese diplomats in the hotel. There is that bunch of businessmen from India with the hospitality room on the floor below. There are those 30 Germans I saw leaving for dinner. I shrink against the door. I don’t really fit in the door sill, but I give it a good try. Some of my best parts are sticking out. I must remain composed. I have to dial the desk and get the door unlocked. I compose myself and stand straight and walk to the phone, which is by the elevators. I dial, I request and I walk, don’t run, back Tunalı Escort Bayan to my door sill thanking God for small favors – that no one got off at this floor.

Now as I wait for the key to arrive I think of what could happen. And its not all bad. Why it wouldn’t be my fault if I fainted of embarrassment at some handsome man’s feet and he had to fuck me back to health. Especially if he looked like Sean Connery or Alex Baldwin. Or one of those nice strong German women could ‘mother’ me back to health. While I enjoy the thought… Skinny2 comes round the corner with the key. I sign for it, he lets me in. I lock the door. And so much for excitement.

But it has left me wanting some level of satisfaction. There is some hot action with almost real looking men and women. One scene with the guy getting sucked off through the bars of a jail cell really has me going. Time to get out little willy and the spray can. I lay back on the bed and start running my finger through my hot and wet lips. Oh yes they are wet. My clit is swollen and ready. Round and round my little bud and now in with the can. In and out. In and out. Oh I wish there was a body attached to this. I bring willy into action and in a minute I am doing my best to crush the can.

I keep the can in and get the best simulation of a g-spot cum going. Its good enough to make me just a little crazy. I have never come with my clit more than twice in one night. But the fantasy and excitement of being trapped out side has me really wanting it. If only another good scene comes on TV. I might get there.

A Japanese program comes on. The good thing about them is the women REALLY look like they are cumming. And this one is doing a fine job of it. I leave the can in place and reach around my backside. I put a wet and smooth swizzle stick from the wet bar in my ass. Oh yes… Oh I am aching now. It actually hurts, my clit is throbbing so deeply. I put willy back in place. I am running out of hands. The can slides out. The trimmed hand is on willy and going to town. My other hand in my mouth. I gotta suck something.

Now there are Anglos fucking again. And heaven save us, she gets it from behind. Oh yeah, fuck her baby. Harder, Oh god he spanks her. I moan. (She looks bored) But its working for me. Willy’s working over time and I am moaning out loud. I am sucking on my finger and wanting some skin real bad. I take my hand out of my mouth and fumble for the can. I slip it in and start to fuck it like the couple on the screen. I keep rhythm with them and now I can’t keep the moans in. I let go of the can long enough to pinch my nipples a bit. That’s good. Oh.. I gotta cum. Now, please… please. I start to breath harder and then… yeah it cums deep and hard. My knees come up and I spasm in the fetal position. Yeah that will do. I lay back pretty much wasted. I start to fantasize again about what could have, might have happened in the hall and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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Lara pushed her brand new gold key into the auditorium lock. With a little “new key” hesitation it went in and turned heavily to the left and the door swung open.

Lara stepped into the darkened theatre and the familiar smell filled her nostrils- a mix of sawdust, paint, and teenage actor BO. She set down her purse and found the house lights. She approached the stage and remembered that last time she’d been in this room-8 years before.

~~~~~~~~~

Lara heard the thunderous applause as the lights dimmed and the curtain fell. The last performance of her last high school play was done. She knew she had delivered a fantastic performance as Maggie in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” She stood and found her place for the curtain call as the lights came back up and she took her final bows. She saw her parents faces and her classmates and finally the face that she had longed to see the most, Mr. Daniels.

Mr. Daniels, the high school play director, and Lara’s secret crush was clapping and beaming up at her. He stood partly in shadow, but the light shown off his one earring through his shoulder length brown hair. He wore the typical button shirt and novelty tie with Elmer Fud on it that he wore to teach his classes and direct rehearsals. Lara did her best to not look down the row at Mr. Daniels wife and two young daughters who were with him.

The lights came up and the applause finally died down. Lara headed to the dressing room to take off her costume and pack up her makeup box. She hugged her castmates who were also packing up and sharing murmurs of the cast party happening in Troy Harper’s basement. The rumors of multiple kegs were most likely exaggerated, but getting totally wasted was a guarantee. Troy always threw dramatic parties.

Lara hugged her parents in the lobby and told them she was going to a cast gathering at Troy’s.

“Have fun” they said hesitantly, knowing more than they tried to let on. ” But be safe.”

“Of course!” she laughed and left the school.

She climbed into an already full car and got across town to Troy Harper’s house. His parents were upstairs, but they were the kind of parents that cheerfully turned a blind eye to their son’s antics as long as he didn’t leave the house.

The beer was already flowing and the music was loud. Lara chugged more than she could count and was quickly beyond any chance of coherent thought. The group, having reached a general state of drunkenness had settled into a circle for a game of Truth or Dare. Shirts were coming off, drunk calls were made, and Brittany Hansen had made out with Brandon Dennis for four whole minutes when it was finally Lara’s turn to be asked.

Troy turned to her, “Okay, Lara truth or dare.”

Lara feigned a coy look then answered “One of each.”

Everyone laughed and Troy continued, “Perfect! Well then truth first…on a scale of one to ten, how bad to you want to fuck Mr. Daniels?”

Lara’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Oh come on,” Amber rolled her eyes. “Like you really thought it was a secret? Everyone knows you’re like obsessed with him.”

Lara pursed her lips and finally answered, “…eleven.”

The group erupted in hollars and laughs. Amber whispered something in Troy’s ear and his eyes lit up.

“Okay, Lara, then for your dare, we dare you to go down to Mr. Daniel’s house and throw pebbles at his window.”

“What!?!?”

All the other students were laughing and agreeing.

“Guys, I don’t even know where he lives!”

“He only lives a block and a half from here!” Troy smiled.

“Okay, but how the hell am I supposed to know which window is his?” she asked.

“I know,” mentioned Tracy Peterson from a corner of the room. “I babysit his daughters sometimes, so I know the layout of the house.”

“Lucky you!” added Troy.

“But what if I wake up his WIFE instead of him?”

“Honey,” said Troy. “That’s why it’s a dare! There has to be a little risk involved!”

About half the group left Troy’s basements and started walking down the block to Mr. Daniel’s house. The other half was either too drunk to walk, or had already paired off and was anxious for some time in dark secluded corners to exchange sloppy oral favors.

At the end of the first block, Mr. Daniel’s house came into view. It was a old, white, two story house with two gables on the front. Lara knew it must be his place, because his ugly, orange SUV was in the driveway. Tracy Peterson pointed, “The one on the right is his daughters’ room, and the one on the left is his and his wife’s room.”

Lara nodded and felt her stomach clench.

Troy handed her some dime sized rocks from the road, something that could make a small noise, but wouldn’t cause any damage. Lara stepped up to the curb and threw her first pebble. It fell short of the house by at least five feet and landed in the bushes.

“We’re not leaving, til you land at least three of those rocks right on his window!” Troy whispered loudly.

Lara glared back at him Yenimaahalle Escort and them braced herself for another throw. Her second rock overshot and pinged against the gutter above the window sending a metallic sound ringing down the block.

She looked around for signs if it had awoken anyone, but the block was still dark and silent.

She grasped another rock and threw. This rock landed perfectly center of the window of Mr. Daniels’ room.

There was a tempered cheer from the kids behind her and Lara smiled back at them. Five seconds passed and no movement came from the house so threw again. Again the rock hit right on the window with a soft ‘click.’ Lara grasped one more rock and prepared to throw her final stone when the light in the room came on.

“Good enough! Let’s go” shouted Troy and the students took off back down toward his house. Lara followed them but realized she no longer felt her cell phone in her pocket.

“Shit” she murmured slowing down. Her castmates were already half a block ahead of her so she turned back by herself. She came back to the house and stopped behind a small tree. The light up in the bedroom was still on, but went off after about 30 seconds. Lara crept back to where she had stood to throw the rocks and peered at the ground. She saw her phone sitting on the edge of the yard in the grass and she knelt to grab it. She checked that it turned on and with a sigh of relief she turned back toward Troy’s house.

She had gone only a step when she heard, “Lara?”

Slowly, she turned around and saw her drama teacher and crush Mr. Daniels standing on his porch in a white v neck t-shirt and red cotton pajama pants.

“Heeeey Mr. Daniels,” Lara waved awkwardly.

“Was that you throwing rocks at my house?”

“Uh…yeah” she admitted.

“Um, why?”

“Just a stupid game of truth or dare” Lara answered blushing. Mr. Daniels came to the steps of his porch and motioned Lara to come up.

“I’m really sorry if I woke you or your family” she said ashamedly.

“Thankfully my girls never woke up and Sherry is already sleeping again.”

Lara nodded.

“I was not asleep. I can never sleep after the final show, I’m too busy worrying about my cast doing stupid stuff and getting in trouble or getting themselves hurt…or worse.”

Lara looked up, “None of us are driving. We just walked here from Troy’s house-oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Mr. Daniels laughed softly, “Don’t worry Lara, your secret is safe with me, as long as you promise me that neither you or any of your friends are going to be going anywhere else tonight.”

Lara saw Mr. Daniels earnest plea clearly in the porch light.

“I promise.” She said nodding.

“Okay,” he said slipping his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. “You’d better get back to your friends before they think you were arrested.”

Lara smiled, “Okay, thanks Mr. Daniels. Sorry again.” She turned and started back across the front yard, but in her drunkenness and the semi-darkness she didn’t see the raised edge of the front sidewalk. She went down hard, barely catching herself with her hands. One hand landed in the soft, dewy grass, but the other landed on the cement sidewalk and skidded a couple inches scraping the skin thoroughly.

Lara rolled over and wiped the dirt from her safe hand before looking to her scraped hand, already bloody and full of tiny rocks and dirt.

“Lara, are you alright?” Mr. Daniels had run over from the porch and knelt beside her.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Lara answered attempting to pick rocks from her bloody palm.

“You need to clean that out, hold on” Mr. Daniels ran back to the porch and grabbed a bottle of water from a cooler near the door. He came back to Lara and took her bloodied hand pouring the water slowly to wash the rocks from the scrapes.

Lara winced at the burning sensation of the water. When the bottle was empty, the blood was still oozing from the cuts. Mr. Daniels looked around, but then pulled white t shirt up and over his head. He folded the shirt into a wide bandage and wrapped Lara’s hand.

Lara’s breath caught in her throat when she saw his bare chest for the first time. He was a thirty something dad of two but he hadn’t let himself go. He didn’t have six pack abs, but he had some definition.

Mr. Daniels sat down in the grass next to Lara and neatly tucked the tails of the shirt into a tight hand wrap. He squeezed her fingers to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

He looked at Lara who was still breathlessly looking at her teacher’s bare chest.

He cleared his throat softly and she looked up quickly, blushing.

“I’m sorry I uh-I mean thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Lara. It’s a good thing you’re one of my favorite students. I wouldn’t take my shirt off for just anyone.”

Lara assumed he was joking but the blush in her cheeks grew deeper as Mr. Daniels realized how his words could be taken.

“I’m sorry,” Escort Yenimahalle now it was his turn to blush.

“It’s okay,” Lara giggled. “I don’t mind. You’re my favorite too”

Lara placed her unbandaged hand on Mr. Daniel’s knee and felt the thin cotton of his pants over the warm leg beneath. They both looked down at her hand on his knee and when Lara looked back up Mr. Daniel’s’ face was just inches from her own. Lara breathed deep and placed her lips on his. She felt his long, curly hair against her own cheek and his fingertips on her shoulder.

Lara opened her mouth and felt Mr. Daniel’s tongue slide along her lower lip. She moaned and felt a growing warmth between her thighs. He hand still on his knee inched upward until she sensed the thin fabric of his pants growing tighter. Suddenly Mr. Daniel’s hand was on top of hers stopping her progress. He stopped kissing her but didn’t pull away. He rested his forehead against hers. She smelled his scent of cologne.

“You should go,” he whispered.

“Yeah…” Lara cleared her throat and stood up. Mr. Daniels stood and Lara tried not to notice the bulge in his pants. “Um, have a good night Mr. Daniels.” She walked away, only looking back once to see him watching her from his porch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The memory of that encounter had gotten Lara through many a lonely night. Lara had seen Mr. Daniels at school after that night and then a handful of times when she come home for holidays after she graduated. She had grown up since then. She had gone to college had a few boyfriends and a handful of what she called “reckless moments” so her school girl crush on Mr. Daniels was the remnant of the past.

Lara had tried to make it as an actress after college, and she had gotten a few minor roles in regional theaters but came to realize it wasn’t her life goal anymore. When her mom got sick it seemed like it was time to move home and the opening for a new assistant theater director at her old high school made the timing even more perfect.

She hadn’t seen Mr. Daniels in probably four years when she walked in for her interview. He sat next to the principal and the school superintendent. He had cut his hair, the glorious brown curls that had hung to his shoulders were now cropped to just above his ears. He had grown a beard. It made him look older and Lara did some fast math and realize he was probably now in his mid-forties. But he still wore the one diamond stud in his right ear. Her heart gave a pitter-patter as she remembered the feelings that that little earring had elicited in her as a teenager.

Laura had gotten the job and had pust picked up her theatres key. She sat down in the auditorium I waited for Mr. Daniels. They were going to have their first production meeting for their first show together.

He arrived a few minutes later. He wore a loose-fitting button down shirt and today’s novelty tie featured Bugs Bunny.

“Lara, good to see you.”

“And you Mr. Daniels.”

He laughed, “You know, now that we’re colleagues you can probably call me Scott.”

“That might take some getting used to… Scott.”

If either of them had felt any awkwardness, they didn’t let it show. Lara had long charlked up her behavior that night long ago to too many beers and his to the late hour of their encounter. She knew that Mr. Daniels was a devoted husband and a loving father to his two girls who are now about to enter high school themselves.

The production meeting went well and they decided that Mr. Daniels would be in charge of the set and lights and Laura would handle the costumes and the marketing. Auditions would be the very next week they both were excited to get to work.

After their meeting they walked out to their cars together.

“It’s really great to have you back in town,” said Mr. Daniels

I’m really excited to be here. I hope I can be some help.”

“I know you will be,” Mr. Daniels hugged Lara and she smelled that cologne he’d always worn. She remembered the interesting fact she’d always heard that scent was the sense most closely tied to memory.

That scent mixed with a sensation of his arms around her brought the butterflies back to her stomach that she remembered so well from being 18 years old. She got in her car and he got in his and she watched him drive away. I had better be careful she thought or I could be just as obsessed with him now as I was back then

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next 10 weeks flew by as Lara and Mr. Daniels prepared for the spring play. Lara’s eyes may have lingered just a tad too long on Mr. Daniels a handful of times and maybe a couple of their conversations could be called flirting, but nothing salacious had happened between the two of them.

Lara even got to know Mr. Daniels two daughters who are now 12 and 14 years old. They would join him at rehearsals after school until their mom could pick them up. Sherry Daniels turned out to be a really wonderful woman as well. Lara could see they were Yenimahalle Escort Bayan a beautiful happy family.

Lara had started dating a guy from town as well. Phillip had graduated a couple years before her but also recently moved back to town to take over his father’s law office. Over the course of rehearsals Lara had spent more nights at Phil’s place than her own.

Lara was happy that she and Scott have struck such a platonic working relationship and nothing risque had happened, until the final week of rehearsals. Lara and Scott had both stayed at the theatre late one night to work on the set. Scott was hanging a faux brick wall paper to look like the streets of London and Lara was cutting the sheets to hand up to him. Scott had removed his dress shirt and tie leaving him in only a white v neck t-shirt. Lara was having flashbacks to the last time she’d seen like that.

It was getting late and Lara was tired and distracted so she was paying less attention to what she was doing and the scissors slipped from the wallpaper and right across her hand.

“Oh shit!” she yelled grabbing her hand.

Mr. Daniels jumped down from the ladder he was on and ran to her.

“What happened?”

“I wasn’t paying attention and I totally sliced into my hand,” Lara was fighting tears and the blood started seep out of her closed fist.

“Let me see it,” Scott said.

Lara slowly opened her hand that had already pooled with blood.

Scott looked around the stage and seeing only costumes, he swung his shirt off his body. He pressed the shirt to her hand and added pressure to slow the bleeding.

“Hold that there. I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit.” He ran off the stage and was back a couple minutes later with the giant, metal first aid kit.

He pulled the T-shirt back from Lara’s hand and the cut was deep but manageable. He pressed the T-shirt down again and prepared a bandage and gauze with antibacterial ointment.

The bleeding continued a few more minutes then we were able to wrap her hand. Lara was acutely aware of her long time crush, now co-worker shirtless and only inches from her. It had been eight years, but the body had only slightly changed. She felt her stomach flip flopping as she watched his chest move.

When he finished, Lara looked at the bloody t-shirt next to them.

“I ought to get you a package of those since I keep ruining them,” she laughed.

He laughed along, “Eh, don’t sweat it. It was time for some new ones anyway.”

They fell into silence for a moment or two.

Lara realized that Scott’s hand was still on hers and she felt the blush creeping into her cheeks.

“We should probably call it a night and finish this when we’re not so tired,” Lara said softly.

“Definitely” he agreed without moving his hand.

Lara hesitantly started to pull her hand away but Scott tightened his grip. She looked up to find his eyes on hers and almost as quickly his lips on hers.

She put her hands on his shoulders to stop him, but was overcome by how badly she too wanted this. Her mouth accepted his tongue and she felt his hands at her waist. Lara’s injured hand rested on Mr. Daniel’s shoulder and her free hand raked through the soft brown curls. They both moaned softly and his hand moved up to cup Lara’s breast through her shirt.

The movement snapped Lara back to reality and she pulled away. She stood quickly and straightened her shirt.

“I need to get going” she blurted awkwardly, not daring to look directly at Mr. Daniels. She straightened the pile of tools she’d been using and loaded her purse. Scott slowly stood and grabbed his button up shirt that he’d taken off to paint. He pulled it on and grabbed his own wallet and phone.

In silence they gathered their things, turned out the lights, and headed to their vehicles. They lingered between their cars, knowing that something needed to be said to clear the air.

Lara looked down at her feet and played with the zipper on her purse, “I’m sorry… I really had convinced myself that it was just a teenage crush. I didn’t take this job to seduce you.”

“I know” he nodded. “I never wanted to take advantage of you.”

“You didn’t!” she interrupted. “You didn’t do anything that I didn’t want you to…I just mean don’t worry about it.”

“We should probably work on the set separately or only when there’s other people around from now on.”

“Agreed” Lara nodded.

They stood in awkward silence for a moment more and finally he moved to his car, got in and drove away. Lara watched him and sighed. She got into her own car and drove straight to Phil’s. He hadn’t expected her and was already in bed when she crashed into his place. He was more than happy to accept her pent up sexual feelings that evening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The show opened successfully and without any other incidents. The show closed a few nights later and both Lara and Mr. Daniels were given gifts from the cast and posed for what felt like a thousand pictures with the students. The kids cleared out and Lara began to sort costumes into piles to take to be laundered the next day. She remembered the drapes that hung on the set and she went to the stage to take them down to add to her pile-one less this to do in the morning.

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