Beach Pt. 01

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Life has a funny way of changing when you least expect it. We were a happy family, just the three of us. Married for 18 years, great sex life, loved to travel together and watch our son grow up. We had our troubles like every other couple, but we had been able to work through them and found that we were stronger for it in the end.

That all came to a crashing halt the day I got a call from my son early while I was work.

“Dad! Mom’s bleeding a lot and I can’t wake up her! I’ve already called 911 and they are on the way,” he yelled into the phone.

“What happened?” I asked. Visions of her lying there in a pool of blood made me nauseous. I couldn’t bear to think of her hurt.

“I don’t know! I came in to tell her good morning before I left for school and she didn’t wake up. The sheets are soaked.”

He went on to tell me that she was breathing, but she was unresponsive. I kept him on the phone while I ran out the door and got in the car. Soon after he called, the ambulance arrived, and they loaded her and my son up. I was two hours away, but it didn’t matter how fast I drove. When I got the hospital, she had already died. Massive blood loss from a ruptured ulcer. It didn’t matter how many units they gave her, she was bleeding out too fast. She had had abdominal pains before, but it had never been diagnosed as an ulcer of the stomach.

Our son was a mess of course and so was I. He had to watch the person he loved the most die and didn’t even get to say goodbye. I blamed myself for not having her checked more and finding out what was going on. Ulcer? Who the hell dies from an ulcer?

He blamed me too of course. Our relationship had always had my wife as a buffer between us. We were too alike in many ways. Over the next few years while he finished high school our relationship first deteriorated. But then we started going to the beach. A place we had always gone as a family. The first trip was hard without her. We had a few fights about how I sucked as a husband and didn’t do enough for her. In the end it was a good trip though because we worked out some issues in those fights. He did know that I had loved his mother. We started running on the beach every morning and finishing with a swim in the surf. Exercising helped us both be too exhausted to fight or to cry. And it was always beautiful on the beach. Even in a storm.

Instead of fighting with each other, we started reminding each other of the fun times we had enjoyed at the beach with her. Instead of getting hammered drinking and being sad, I started to look forward to us talking about her. He did as well. He always had a memory of her doing something that made us laugh. The beach became a new kind of special for just the two of us.

At the end of two years, he was heading off to college. Full ride, but it was on the west coast. He had finished up high school early and had enrolled in the summer session to go ahead and get a few courses in before full time that fall. I was glad that we had weathered the storm of her passing and come out with a better relationship, but I still missed her daily. Slowly fading, but I still reached out to her side of the bed at night.

Suddenly I was faced with an empty house. The house that we had planned to retire in. Still decorated in the way she had done it of course. We had talked about how we were going to have sex in every room of the house in broad daylight when he went to college. Now I wandered around it, feeling like I was just bouncing off the walls. A stranger in a strange land that I thought I knew. Because of my job, we had moved multiple times throughout the years. Finally settling here because the job told me I was done moving. Even though this was the “final” move, we still hadn’t made a lot of friends, because “final” isn’t always “final” when you’re in my position.

As a result, we had never made a lot of close friends. The friends we did have drifted away after her death as she had been the primary person setting up dinner parties and get togethers. The first six months we had people stopping by to bring a casserole or two. But we were both such a wreck that we rarely went out with anybody. The few times that I accepted invitations to go out with the people we had known, it was painfully obvious that to me how uncomfortable I was being a third wheel. Even worse at a dinner party where no one wanted to talk about her. Like they didn’t want to bring her up because they didn’t want to remind me of her, but not speaking about her besides the “we’re so sorry for your loss” was even worse.

After our first beach trip together, my son and I liked spending our time together better anyway. So I had work, my son, our house and that was enough. But that one and half years passed so fast. Now he was gone, off to explore college and his future life, and I had nothing. Just our dog for company and he was getting on in years.

I was well off financially. Her life insurance had paid off the house and left plenty for a college fund that we hadn’t tapped. So my son had a large casino oyna nest egg for when he finished school. I still had a very well paid job and secure investments meant I didn’t need to worry about the future. In my early 40’s, I thought I should sit down and think about a plan for myself.

Always before, my plans had been about what was best for our family. What was best for the two of us once we were empty-nesters. Now I was hit with the fact that I could do just about anything I wanted and go anywhere I want. I had taken a few days off work to get my son to college so I called my boss and told him I was taking a few more. Maybe ten. We had a good working relationship and I didn’t have anything pressing, so he was cool with that.

I realized I wanted to go the beach. But not one that I had been to before. Somewhere with no memories except what the waves would bring me. A few years before I had worked with a guy who raved about the Outer Banks in NC. So I fired up google and got to looking for a nice place with a beach view.

Looking up listings and thinking about going to the beach, I started to remember all the fantastic sex my wife and I had while at the beach. You would think that with a young child always on vacation that it would be hard to arrange, but my wife had always been adventuresome and we usually found a way to get in at least a quickie once a day while at the beach. One time she gave me a totally unexpected blowjob in the bedroom while our son was watching a movie in the next room!

That had all ended with my wife’s death. I had no room in my heart for even thinking about sex. Even going to the beach wasn’t sparking my interest in women because that was time for my son and I to bond and heal.

Anyway, the fifth place I clicked on had just what I was looking for. A cottage on the beach, weekly stays, dunes and a short drive to some restaurants. I figured it was a long shot that they would be available, but it was early in the season. I couldn’t believe my luck. A couple had rented the cottage I wanted, but had just called and cancelled due to a family emergency. It was available starting Saturday. I booked the week and started packing.

The drive down was gorgeous. I had the top down and the dog in the seat next to me. He loved the TT and so did I. We took two days to get there, not pushing it, just enjoying being on the road. We got to the beach around lunch time on the second day, found the office, got the keys and unloaded the car. With just me and the dog, there wasn’t much which was a change from when it was all of us and even from when it had just been the two of us. I had learned to travel light, but my wife never had.

I left the dog on the patio with food and water and headed out to a beach side restaurant I had seen on the way in. It had a covered patio over looking the beach and I ordered pork tacos and a local draft beer. It was great to sit there and drink a couple of beers while smelling the ocean and watching the waves crash. The rest of the scenery started catching my eye then as well. Like I said earlier, it had been a couple of long years with no female companionship and no room for it. But I realized then that this beach trip was just what I had needed. A change of pace. Entirely different from my previous life. And there were some very good looking women on the beach.

I went back to the cottage, took the dog for a walk and just enjoyed the warm summer sun and the ocean breeze. And the bikinis. I realized it was fun to be able to see the women out on the beach and not feel guilty because I was married. I was free to appreciate the beauty I saw around me and just enjoy it. I walked out to the edge of the beach and let the water rush over my feet. Just blue sky and white caps. I knew I was going to enjoy this trip.

Later on that afternoon, I got an umbrella for the dog and a beach towel for myself and found a spot on the beach in front of the cottage. The dog was old and he just enjoyed laying in the sun at first and then moving to the shade. He’d do this all afternoon long. I needed to get in the water though. I love swimming in the ocean, feeling the pull of the tide, cutting through the waves and then, once past the breakers, rolling over and floating in the sun. I swam till I got tired and then rode a large wave in, swimming with it along the breaking point until it left me slightly exhausted on the beach.

The dog just opened one lazy eye and then rolled over for a belly scratch as I flopped down next to him on the towel. A family had taken up residence on one side of me and a group of women in their early 40’s on the other. It was fun listening to the young couple talk about their vacation while their two kids ran shrieking and laughing in and out of the waves. It was more interesting though to see the five women spreading out their towels and taking off their wraps. Each one was a delightful vision of a healthy attractive woman. Large and small breasts, tall and short, small hips and large. I’ve always liked women and all the slot oyna varied shapes they come in.

Two bikinis and three one-piece suits, but they all looked good. It was fun to watch them putting on sun screen, helping each other out. I realized I was getting hard watching them and it wouldn’t do to be the creepy guy staring at a group of women. So I got the tennis ball out and called for the dog to get up and play. I started throwing the ball toward the water and he would leap up and go get it. Tucking his legs under and moving at his top speed. He loved to play fetch, but the heat had taken a bit of a toll and after five minutes he was ready to call it quits. He laid down in the surf and wagged his talk and laughing I went to get him. Picking him up and putting him under my arm I noticed that the women were all checking me out.

It was another hit to me that everything was different. I’ve always kept myself in shape, almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, flat tummy and still had most of my hair. My wife had always told me that my legs were great and that women were always checking me out, but I had never paid attention to it. I felt kind of sexy though seeing these women check me out.

I walked back up towards my towel and said, “Amazing day isn’t it?”

The brunette in the red bikini answered, “It is, what kind of dog is that?”

“He’s a terrier, mixed. Getting up there in age, but still has a spring in his step every now and then.”

She laughed and said, “I think we all are, but good to see that you have one too playing with him.”

I dropped the dog off under the umbrella and gave him some water before moving closer to the group and sitting down. “How long are you all here for? I just found this place and decided to check it out. I’m Tom by the way.”

“Hi Tom, I’m Samantha, and this is Darla (another brunette in an orange one piece), Tracy (stunning red head in a tiny purple bikini, her tits were just about falling out of her top and it was hard to keep my gaze on her face), Brenda (Asian features with jet black hair, trim body and form fitting black one piece) and Sara (a blond, blue one piece, large breasts). We come here every summer for a couple weeks after school gets out.”

I did a double take when she said Sara’s name. I’ve always been a sucker for blondes and Sara was a beauty. Hard to tell just how tall she was, but it couldn’t be much. Her blue one-piece suit was barely containing her large breasts and her long blonde hair was tickling the tops of her decolletage. Nice hips that flared out from a smallish waist as well.

“Well, it’s nice to meet all of you as well. I’m staying for at least a week myself, got that place up there on a last minute cancellation.”

“Lucky you,” said Sara, “We have to reserve our place a year in advance. We’re just two doors down,” she said pointing at another cottage similar to mine but obviously larger.

Tracy was on her knees, displaying her body in a stunning fashion while putting sunscreen on Darla’s back. She looked at me through her large black sunglasses and said, “We often have drinks on the deck at sunset, why don’t you come over tonight around 8?”

“I’d love to, I’ll see you all then. It was great meeting all of you.”

With that I picked up my stuff, whistled for the dog and started heading up the beach to the cottage. The wind picked up just then and carried their voices to me.

“You’re such a slut Tracy! Inviting him over first thing!” was followed by laughter and I knew they were just teasing her. “He’s got great legs though, I’ll admit.”

The rest of their words vanished on the wind, but I did hear more laughter from the group. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Sara was watching me while Brenda was giving Tracy a high five. Ah, it was fun to see a group of friends that were sexy and laughing with each other. I was looking forward to tonight and getting to know them better. I waved to Sara and then headed inside.

I had a few hours until 8 and I figured I should bring something over with me. I headed down the beach to the store and picked up a couple bottles of wine, one red and one white. I chilled the white in the fridge and got a book to read on the deck for the remaining couple hours. Damn it was nice to just relax and listen to the ocean.

The sun was just starting to hit the western horizon when I got the wine and headed over to the girls’ house. They had a pretty large covered deck and I could see Sara and Tracy sitting in chairs with drinks in hand as I got closer.

“Hey Tom, glad you came,” Tracy called out as I got close to the deck. “He’s well trained to Sara, he brought wine,” she laughed pointing to the bottles I was carrying.

“Both kinds,” I said smiling, “White and Red. A little something for everyone.”

Sara looked at me and smiled, “Something for everyone? Sure you have enough to go around?”

Jesus fuck, I could feel a blush on my cheeks. I really did feel like I was back in high school. I pulled it together canlı casino siteleri quickly though and said, “Darling, I’m sure a group of resourceful women can find someway to share what is available. I chilled the white, where would you like it?”

“Well Tom, that is the question isn’t it?” Tracy said with a smile. I could tell tonight was going to be a lot of fun if this much flirting was happening at before I even got in the house. It had been years since I’d done anything like this, but in a way, it felt like I was stepping back into a comfortable but old pair of shoes that I had recently found.

“Looks like I need a drink, you all must be a few a head of me!”

They both laughed and rising, took the wine from me and led me inside. “Hey everyone, be on your best behavior, we have a gentleman visitor who brought wine!” Sara called out as stepped into the large room at the front of the house. The house had a nice open floor plan, with the kitchen to the back left and a hallway and stairs to the right.

The next few hours passed in a quite enjoyable fashion. The girls had made appetizers and there were plenty of drinks to choose from with a fully stocked bar. A far cry from university days of kegs parties. Very similar to parties which I used to go to with my wife. Good food, fun conversation. But here? Plenty of flirting. Tracy always seemed to be close at hand, and very often would touch my arm or brush up against me. At one point I was conversing with Darla and Brenda when she came up behind me and reached around to grab my nearly empty glass. I could feel her tits pressing into my back, yielding but firm. Her scent flowed up from behind her and I stopped mid-sentence while she took my glass.

“Tom, you look like you need a re-fill. Is there anything else you’d like?” she spoke softly in my ear.

I turned my head to look at her and her face was mere inches away from mine. She was gorgeous, her lips slightly parted and a hint of her tongue showing. Her eyes were bright green and sparkled with mischief. “Just another rye on the rocks Darling.”

“Can you come help me? I think we need to open another bottle.”

“Sure, excuse me ladies,” I said to Darla and Brenda.

We went into the kitchen and Tracy pointed at the top shelf of the cupboard. “We have more up there, but I have a hard time reaching it. Would you?”

I reached up and grabbed the rye and opened it. I turned to see her bending over at the waist to get ice out of a cooler on the floor and scooping it into the ice bucket. Damn, her legs and ass looked perfect. She had on a sundress that was pretty short and sandals that had a leather strap wrapping around her ankle and up her leg a bit. Leaning over as she was, the dress rode up high and I had a good look at her legs almost to her ass. She had fantastic legs, tan and muscular, in shape without being body builder looking. She took her time getting the ice and I appreciated the view for as long as it took.

Tracy turned and she knew where my eyes had been. “I do love the view here at the beach Tracy. I’m going to step outside and get a breath of fresh air.”

“I’ll come with you, I love the ocean at night.”

We stepped outside and it felt great to feel the ocean breeze, listen to the waves and smell the salt. I had an overwhelming desire to walk down to the water so slipping off my sandals I said to Tracy, “I’m going to walk down to the waves, want to come?”

“Sure, could you give me a hand with these?” pointing to her lace up sandals.

I knelt down in front of her and worked the small buckles. Her leg felt great in my hand, smooth soft skin. I hadn’t touched a woman in almost two years and it was an incredible turn on. I worked one off and then the other, touching her skin as much as possible.

“Thanks Tom, much easier when a man takes off your shoes for you.”

“My pleasure Darling, shall we?” and I offered her my arm to walk down the steps. She didn’t let go when we reach the sand, just slipped her arm through mine as we walked past the dunes and down to the sand. The beach still held the heat from the day and the sand was warm under out feet. It felt great to be walking on the beach with a good looking woman on my arm. When we reached the edge of the tide she took one more step then me and ended facing me. She slipped her other arm around me and looked up at me. It was the perfect moment to kiss her so I did.

Kissing a woman is never the same. I had only kissed my wife my almost two decades and kissing someone new was an incredible rush. The feel of her lips on mine was soft at first. Just a kiss. The next one was harder. Then I opened my mouth a bit and so did she. A bit of tongue like we were feeling each other out. Seeing how far we wanted to take this.

I realized I wanted more from her. That I needed more. She pressed her body to mine and I could feel her large breasts pushed against me. I slipped one hand down her back and felt the curve of her ass under my hand. Her thighs were pressed against my right thigh and I knew she could feel me hard. She moaned a bit at that and started rocking her hips against me. I reached down further and cupped her ass, feeling her muscles move. Our tongues played out the age old dance and I was loving it.

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I was a virgin and it was the thing I hated most about myself. Even my acne which had failed to clear up after my teens was more acceptable than that particular albatross around my neck.

All my friends had seemed to have popped their cherry without a hitch. Why was I any different.

Now that I had started at university I thought things would be different.

Ironically enough one of the guys I was now living with was also a virgin. Something that he admitted one night after a lot of drinks. It was something I would never admit.

We all made fun of him, myself included.

Then the real rub came. He managed to pull a super hot blonde. I don’t know how he managed it. He wasn’t any more special than me.

We were all in a nightclub and I was egging him on, making fun of him, and then somehow he ended up going home with her.

It was such a nightmare. That’s when I decided to do something about it.

Of course getting a girlfriend wasn’t as easy as that, but I knew it was my confidence that needed a boost. There was too much worry and anticipation swimming around in my head.

A prostitute was my only option. I’d heard that lots of guys were using them to pop their cherries. So there was no real shame in it at all. I think there were even some very famous people who had similar experiences.

I found her online. It was a website that listed lots of different types of girls. She stood out to me the most.

We exchanged messages by email, and talked briefly about what services I wanted. She gave me the price upfront.

Her name was Nikki. I had to assume it wasn’t her real name. She was really cute, a nice petite body, and really nice tits. She had short dark hair that gave her a real girl next door look.

She was definitely the girl I’d have loved to date.

I thought about going for the full experience and going with one with huge fake boobs, and bleach blonde hair, but in the end I think I made the right decision.

I had to get a bus to the hotel. It wasn’t far though.

It was part of a chain of hotels. Not at all seedy…

“Can I help you?” The bloke behind the reception asked.

“Uhh, yeah, my name is Kevin. I’m here to see my friend in room twenty-eight.”

He took a few moments and looked down at his screen, and then pointed me in the direction of the lifts.

It was pretty late in the evening. There was no one else about.

My heart was racing. I had only just gotten past the reception and I was almost ready to make a run for it. People online had warned of nerves getting to you. I had to just power through.

Technically I knew I hadn’t done anything illegal, but all those films where the girl turns out to be a copper started to really put the fear into me.

On my way up I knew I could always turn back. I wish I had had a few drinks in me. That would have relaxed me a lot more.

Money was an issue. Especially with what this girl was charging. I had to borrow some money off my Father. I told him it was for text books.

I laughed a little, thinking that I would indeed be getting an education of sorts.

It took me a while to find the room. The corridors weren’t laid out in easy to understand way. It would have helped if everything didn’t look so bland.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

She was everything I had dreamed about. Exactly like her picture.

“Hiya, it’s Kevin?” She asked.

I nodded, my mouth was dry. My nerves hadn’t abated in the slightest.

I’d had what I was going to say planned out in my head. As soon as I saw her though, mind went blank.

She was wearing skimpy white lingerie and a pair of black high heeled shoes. She couldn’t look more sexy if she tried.

“Come in and get settled.” She said cheerfully.

It was a small room. A double bed, desk, a few chairs and a door that led off into the bathroom. It was well lit too.

“Do you want a drink of water or anything?” She asked.

I just shook my head.

She must have sensed my nerves as she took a seat next to me on the bed.

“Don’t be shy.” She said, squeezing my knee.

“Ahhh sorry, I’ll be alright in a minute. I’m not used to this sort of thing. My first time with an escort, actually.” I said, stumbling over my words.

I think maybe she would appreciate the fact that I wasn’t a regular user of prostitutes.

“Don’t worry about it darling. You’ve got the money, right?”

I nodded. I had almost forgotten. I pulled out my wallet and dug out the money we had agreed on.

With it in her hand she went and put into her purse which was on the desk.

She turned and gave me a big smile.

My eyes were transfixed on her cute little body.

There was no going back now.

“Take your clothes off, babe.” She said. “You can have a quick shower, okay.”

“Sure.” I said. I had expected this.

I got up to go into the bathroom.

“You can leave your clothes here. You don’t want them getting wet.”

She must be so used to naked people, I thought. For me though getting naked in casino şirketleri front of her was super embarrassing.

I started to strip. She just smiled and watched. Finally, I was naked and feeling very self conscious.

There was no judgment from her. It was just her job. It was nice in someways, clinical.

I wasn’t hard at all, she didn’t say anything.

It was the first time a woman had seen me naked. Apart from my Mother.

I gave her a half-hearted smile and went into the bathroom.

“Don’t lock it.” She called out.

I did what she told me, she was in charge. I read stories about guys going too far and getting hurt or in serious trouble. That certainly wasn’t me. I had respected her rules and boundaries.

The shower was above the bathtub. I turned it on and waited for the water to heat up. Once it was comfortable I got in and started washing. Then I noticed that she was standing at the doorway.

“So what do you do, Kevin?” She asked.

“I’m just a student.” I replied.

“Ohh, cool. What do you study?”

As I told her she came closer to me. I was washing under my armpits when she reached out for me.

It was just her finger. I tensed up as she touched my stomach. I took a deep breath as her finger started to make circles around my belly button. It made my stomach flip.

I couldn’t think of what to say next. She didn’t speak either. She just looked up at me with her big doe eyes and traced lines across my skin.

I was getting hard. She noticed, and grinned a little. Her hand moved lower and started to stroke my cock.

It made my heart pound. No one had ever touched me like this before. With the water her fingers rubbed slickly against my cock. She wasn’t jerking me off. Just playing with it.

She wasn’t shy at all. I was blushing though. My face like it was on fire.

“Towel yourself off, darling, and come join me in the bedroom.” She said, and then left.

I breathed out. I was so horny and excited. My nerves were almost completely gone. I let myself have a smile at myself in the mirror. I felt like a real man for once.

There was a big fluffy towel which looked clean. It took me a few minutes to dry myself. I was very eager to go into the bedroom. My head raced with thoughts of what was going to happen.

When I went back into the bedroom, she was sat on the bed. Her lingerie was gone, and so were her heels. She beckoned me towards her.

Naked and still hard I went to her. She stopped me by putting her hands on my hips.

“You remember what you have paid for.” She said looking up at me. “If you want more, you have to pay extra, okay.”

I nodded. Her tone was very friendly and sweet.

She started to stroke me again, but this time she slipped off the bed onto her knees. She played with it while she looked up at me. It was inches from her face. Her fingers felt like silk as they caressed my hard cock.

She licked her lips.

With my cock in her hand she began to lick it gently. I didn’t really feel anything at first. Maybe I was too hard. It was nice watching her though.

Her tongue was wide and flat against the shaft of my cock. She licked all the way up to the head. This I felt. It made me tingle all over.

She went back to the base, and licked up my length a second time. Her eyes were wide and she looked straight at me.

Without a word she put me into her mouth, she sucked at it hard. I groaned.

Her lips were tightly around me. I could hear her sucking it. Just the noises of her mouth as she worked at it.

I wanted to put my hand on her head. Run my fingers through her hair, but I didn’t want her to think I was being to aggressive.

I just stood there with my arms at my sides, as this petite beauty sucked my cock.

She took me all the way into her mouth, then slid me out slowly. As she did, her fingers massaged my balls.

It felt so great to have her on her knees for me.

I closed my eyes for a second and imagined the blonde that my friend had pulled. I masturbated a few times thinking about her. Each time in my mind she had been on her knees as I face fucked her. The fantasy really enhanced my feelings.

I don’t know how long she had been doing it, but eventually she stopped, and got to her feet. Her breasts brushed against my cock, and I felt it come to rest against her stomach. It was still wet from her mouth.

My eyes opened and I looked at her. She had a wicked smile on her face.

I hadn’t paid for kissing. I really wish I had, she was stood so close to me. I wanted to hold her and kiss her deeply.

“Do you want to do it missionary or doggy style?” She asked seductively.

“Missionary.” I said happily.

She pulled me on the bed. Before I could do anything, she reached over for a condom on the side table. I had never worn one and my nerves suddenly returned. She was quick with it though, and kept me hard with a few gentle tugs.

It was a relief to get it out of the way. I had worried I would be made to put it on myself.

I made a mental note to casino firmaları how she had done it. Just in case I’d have to do it myself one day.

She lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of her. Never once did she let go of my cock. She guided me inside of her. It felt wonderful. She was tight and slippery. Her pussy must have been so wet.

It would have been so much better without the condom.

I braced my arms against the side of her head, and started to fuck her.

“Ohhhh.” She gasped.

She was moaning straight away. I couldn’t believe it. It really gave me confidence and I started to fuck her a bit faster. My head was alive with passion and lust.

Her moans made me harder and my heart was jumping out of my chest.

I watched her face, her eyes were closed, and her face looked full of passion as well. I was really turning her on.

It wasn’t the feeling of my dick inside of her that felt the best, it was listening to her moaning. Knowing that it was me making her make those noises.

I moved my hand and squeezed her breast. It was so big in plump in my hand. Her nipples were rock hard. I leaned in closer to kiss one.

“No kissing.” She said softly.

“Sorry.” I mumbled.

I knew I hadn’t paid for that, I just for a second thought that it only meant on the lips. I resigned myself to just squeezing and touching.

My dick felt close to cuming but I didn’t want it to stop.

“Can we do it the other way?” I asked.

She nodded, and got onto her hands and knees.

Again she guided my dick inside of her.

I was more comfortable in this position. There was no temptation to kiss her, and she couldn’t see my face.

My hands were on her hips now. It was a much nicer feeling as I started to fuck her again. I could see her whole body move forward each time I thrust into her.

It was like when she had been on her knees. It was a position of power. It made me feel manly.

Her moans were low and constant. I ran my hands up and down her body. Her waist felt tiny in my hands.

I started to really pound into her. Each time, I got a louder squeal of pleasure. It was building and building.

“Ohhh, baby.” She mewed.

My hand reached forward for her neck. She arched her back letting me touch her hair. My fingers ran through it. It was so short and pretty.

I wanted to pull her head back. That was always great to see in porn films. I wasn’t going to with her though, just in case she didn’t like it.

I imagined it though. My mind went back to the blonde. How I’d love to fuck her like this. Pulling her hair back tightly. Making her moan for me.

It was amazing with Nikki though. She was moaning and groaning loudly. Her pussy convulsed on my dick. I felt it deep down in my balls.

That familiar feeling of release came over me, even though I tried, I couldn’t stop it.

My cock pulsed and I felt myself cuming into the condom. A strong feeling of accomplishment washed over me.

“Fuck.” I mutter and let out a loud sigh.

“Oh my god.” I moaned, as my orgasm hit in full.

She just stayed there for a few moments. Her pussy gripped me a few times enhancing the pleasure.

Both of us were out of breath. I was panting hard.

“Lie down, darling.” She said, disengaging from me.

I didn’t argue. I was really exhausted. As I lay there she pulled to condom off me carefully. My cock was still hard and it felt great to have it free of constriction.

The cool air soothed the warm feeling it had.

She got off the bed, and in the background I heard her flushing it down the toilet.

“We’ve got some time left.” She announced and lay on the bed next to me.

She cuddled up and rested her head on my chest.

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

“That was really amazing.” I said to her finally getting my breath back.

“I’m glad you liked it, darling.” She said nicely.

It was really nice having her laying next to me like this. It felt a bit awkward though. I didn’t know what to say to her.

My cock was limp and wet. It was resting against my thigh. I wanted to go and wash, but I didn’t want to leave the bed.

“Have you been doing this long?” I asked, hoping to spark up some conversation.

“Yeah, for a while now.” She said softly.

“What made you choose this line of work?” I asked. I was actually really curious.

I started to stroke her back. She didn’t mind at all. Her skin felt very warm and soft.

“It’s good money.” She said.

“What did you do before?”

“I’ve done all sorts, the last place I worked was in a bank, it didn’t work out. This pays much better anyway.”

I agreed with her. For the hour, I had paid her a decent amount of money. I was somewhat jealous that she could do something that paid so well.

I moved my hand up to her neck and began rubbing it.

“That feels nice.” She said lazily.

I felt very close to her, like we had a connection. I was pretty sure she didn’t cuddle up to all the other men like this.

The sex had been mind blowing, but just güvenilir casino holding her like this was worth the money. I felt a bit of melancholy that I couldn’t stay the night.

That had been an option. I could have paid for the whole night, but it was so expensive.

“Is Nikki your real name?” I asked.

“No.” She admitted. She went to tell me that it was safer for her to keep her name secret. I had to agree she was probably right, and didn’t press her any further.

“Is Kevin yours?” She asked playfully.

“Yeah.”

She giggled, and told me it was cute.

My fingers were in her hair now. Just stroking and enjoying the nice feeling. In any other situation it would have felt very romantic.

“You’re very pretty.” I said.

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“Sorry again for trying to kiss you.”

She told me it was alright, and didn’t blame me for getting lost in the heat of the moment.

“Maybe next time, you can pay extra for that.” She suggested.

“Yeah, I’d really love that.” I said.

I wasn’t sure if I could ever afford her again. That wasn’t really my plan anyway. I had promised myself that it was a one time deal. As we cuddled together though, that seemed to be very short sighted.

It was really lovely just lying here with her. In my mind I started doing some mental arithmetic wondering if I could see her again soon. It didn’t seem likely.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Do you give discount to, you know, good guys?” I asked clutching at straws. I thought that maybe she’d prefer to see guys that treated her well.

“Not really, sorry. If I do it for one guy I have to do it for all of them.”

I agreed with her. It was worth a shot I suppose.

If I borrowed money again from my parents. I could maybe stretch to once a month. That was probably something to sleep on though.

Her hair was really soft and silky. I loved how short it was. It made her seem very bold and mature but also cute and innocent at the same time.

As we lay there I definitely thought she was the type of girl I would love to date. I wanted to ask her if she had a boyfriend, but decided not to. If she wouldn’t confide her name I doubt she’d give that much personal info out.

Her finger was making circles on my skin again. This time on my chest. She wasn’t being provocative. I think it was just something she was doing out of boredom. Like she needed to her hands to be active.

Instead of an erection it gave me goosebumps, and made my heart beat faster. With her head on my chest I was sure she was well aware.

“It was my first time.” I said quietly.

“I know, you said, darling. You had fun though.” She said, not understanding.

“No, I mean, ever.”

“Oh, wow.” She said. She didn’t sound disappointed, she sounded happy in a way.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not, I wish you had said. We could have gone slower if you’d have liked.”

“It was perfect, Nikki.” I said

It was such a relief telling her, telling anyone. I guess it was an easier thing to share since I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Also, I knew I couldn’t tell my friends. What was I going to say. I had to tell someone, even if I was paying her to listen.

“You couldn’t tell?” I asked, worried about the answer.

“Not really. You were very nervous, but if it’s your first time with an escort, that’s to be expected.” She said reassuringly. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were a virgin at all.”

That made me happy to hear.

“I remember my first time with a guy.” She said. “It was really awkward and there was lots of fumbling. Not sexy at all and I was really self conscious. I wouldn’t even let him take my top off.”

She had a little laugh, which was very cute.

“Did you see him again?” I said.

“Yeah, we went out for years. He eventually cheated on me. I cut my hair like this to spite him.”

I ruffled my fingers though her hair.

“It looks much better this way.” I said. I had never seen her with long hair, but thought it was a nice thing to say.

The way she opened up to me, made me smile. I still wish she would tell me her name though. I didn’t like calling her Nikki.

I was far more relaxed now. She was really easy to talk to.

“So, there must be lots of girls after you?” She asked jokingly.

“Nah not really.” I said honestly.

“You can tell me. A special girl you have your eye on?”

“Not really.” I said again. I thought of the blonde. Every time I saw her I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, but I didn’t want to talk about her. Not now.

“Come on. Tell me.” As she said it she moved her hand to my arm pit and gave me a playful tickle.

I laughed out loud. I was very ticklish. She didn’t stop. Her little hand started to torment me. She was laughing too, in a playful way.

I had to sit up to avoid her assault.

Her face was beaming. There was a big smile on her lips.

“Come on.” She said again. Her hands trying to reach past mine to get at my sensitive sides.

I was laughing too. It was really silly.

Both of us were naked and playfully wrestling on the bed. She tried to tickle me as I tried to defend my self. It was like nothing I could have imagined. It was so fun.

She giggled as I wrestled her onto her back.

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One Night at the Jefferson Ch. 1

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Lauren was driving home with a great deal more care than was normal for her. Today was Friday, and her vacation had just started. She was taking no chances on missing her evening flight to New Orleans. It would be, she hoped a vacation she would long remember. Traffic was unusually heavy and she soon realized she would be hard pressed to make her flight.

She reached her home without incident and hurried inside. Collecting her bags, she said a fond farewell to her pets, left instructions for their care with her roommate and raced off to the airport. Traffic was worse than it had been on the way in and she was running late by the time she reached the airport parking lot. Check in was jammed with people trying to make their flights and she found herself having to run to make it to her gate.

It was only after she was seated in her assigned seat with a drink in her hand and the plane in level flight that she relaxed enough to begin to think again. This was going to be so much fun, she had never been to New Orleans. She had read a lot about the fabled city, and was enchanted with its air of romance and mystery. Her hotel was right in the middle of the quarter and she had devoured all the literature sent by the Chamber of Commerce.

Even more exciting to her than the city was the prospect of meeting Roxanne. They had met in a chat room devoted to battlefaeries, an online game. Lauren had spent the better part of a year, coaxing, cajoling and patiently waiting to finally convince the shy woman to meet in person. She had only obtained a tentative promise, with a warning that she might chicken out. Still the prospect of finally meeting was a nice one. Her feelings for Roxanne were deep, but confusing. They were alike in many ways, but there was something else there that she could not put her finger on. An undercurrent of something she could ill define was there of that she was sure. Perhaps, she admitted she wasn’t ready to deal with what that undercurrent might be. She dozed on the flight, waking with an indistinct memory of a pleasant dream

The plane touched down smoothly and began to taxi towards the terminal, Lauren felt herself beginning to become excited, she was finally here! The plane glided smoothly to a stop and she gathered her carry on bag from the overhead compartment. The line moved slowly down the aisle and she was ready to get off the plane. Without the air conditioner it was becoming stuffy. Or was she just getting nervous? She couldn’t tell.

When she reached the end of the tunnel she looked around expectantly, no one in the crowd of waiting friends and relatives looked like the pictures she had seen of Roxanne. She felt a deep disappointment, but tried to tell herself that with all the new security measures Roxanne might not have been able to make it to her gate. Lauren made her way to baggage claim, again scanning the crowd, but she saw no one familiar in the milling faces. By the time she reached the main concourse she was sure that her friend had backed out. It hurt her feelings but she tried to smile and remember she was on vacation.

She followed the signs to the taxiway planning on taking a cab to her hotel. Walking through the doors her breath was taken away. The heat and sultry humidity assaulted her senses. It was like stepping fully clothed into a sauna. She put her bags down and wiped her brow, this was not what she was used to. She felt a strange excitement, something in the air. It was a suppressed feeling of waiting for something to happen.

She was reaching down to pick her bags up when a small voice behind her said “Lauren?”

Lauren turned quickly to face the person who had spoken. She was a small woman, dressed in jeans, a flannel work shirt and work boots. Her auburn hair was up, in a pony tail and she looked like she was dying in those heavy clothes in the heat. Lauren remembered suddenly that Roxanne had said she would have to leave straight from work to catch her plane. Lauren felt a bit silly now; she had been searching for someone dressed like a woman, as she knew Roxanne liked to do.

“Roxanne?” She asked.

The smaller woman smiled shyly and nodded. Lauren could see how much just this simple exchange was taking out of her. She felt bad that she had inadvertently forced her friend to approach her. She was also strangely flattered, she knew just how difficult it was for her.

Lauren wanted to hug her at that point, but something held her back. Instead she held out her hand and the smaller woman shook it. She found herself at a loss for words.

“How was your flight?” she asked finally. “It was O.K.,” came the reply. Her voice was low, pleasantly modulated, but too deep for her size. Lauren remembered that she was very self-conscious about it and made a point not to notice.

The silence that followed was awkward and Lauren was glad to have a taxi pull in. A tall black man in gray livery got out and helped them put their bags into the trunk. The cool air conditioning inside the cab was a godsend after the casino şirketleri stifling humidity outside. Roxanne seemed even more grateful for the coolness and sat in the corner pressed up against the door.

“Where to ladies?” the driver asked in a voice heavily tainted by his southern accent.

“The Jefferson,” Lauren replied.

“Nice place,” he said as he pulled away. “First time in the City?”

“It is for me, she has been here several times before,” Lauren said.

“It’s a great place to visit, good thing you didn’t come at Mardi Gras your first trip. It is a different place then,” he said.

They continued chatting as he drove through the streets of the city. Lauren stole a glance at Roxanne, she was staring out the window, apparently lost in thought. Lauren was happy for the talkative driver, she was sure that it would have been a silent ride otherwise.

The Jefferson was situated on Rue De Bienville in the heart of the quarter. It was four stories high with a red brick and wrought iron fa‡ade that fit perfectly with the architecture around it. Inside it was decorated in lavish Victorian style. Lauren and Roxanne made their way to the desk where a formally attired man in his middle fifties greeted them.

“May I help you?” he asked with a smile.

“We would like to check in,” Lauren said.

“Reservations?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lauren said as she handed him her print out from the reservation company. He looked it over then looked up and smiled “Are you together?” he inquired.

She was forced to smile when she saw Roxanne blush and seem to be looking for a place to hide. Something about her at that moment touched Lauren, she seemed to be totally vulnerable. She wasn’t sure if it was her maternal instinct, or something else, but she took the print out from Roxanne’s hand and said, “Yes.”

The concierge arched an eyebrow but said nothing as he took the two print outs and entered them into the computer on the desk. Lauren felt rather than saw Roxanne move slightly closer to her. The concierge programmed two key cards and handed them to Lauren.

“I have taken the liberty of moving your friend to a room adjoining yours, second floor end of the hallway, the bell hop will bring up your bags momentarily,” he said with a smile.

They made their way across the beautiful lobby. Old paintings showing the riverfront in the days of steamships and antebellum homes decorated the walls. The wainscoat was expensive wood and all the trim was mahogany. The architect had done an outstanding job of transporting those in the lobby back to a more elegant and genteel time. The elevator in the corner was right out of a movie. An open wrought iron cage, with an elderly black man, dressed in the hotel’s livery operating it.

“Floor ladies?” he asked in a deep baritone, again infused with an accent that Lauren was not sure of.

“Two please,” Roxanne said quietly before Lauren could answer.

“Two it is then,” he said as he worked the archaic controls and the iron grill slid closed. When he opened it they were on the second floor landing. Lauren stepped off the elevator and started down the hallway. She realized Roxanne wasn’t with her and turned back. She saw her friend taking a dollar bill and dropping it in the elevator man’s hand. He tipped his hat to her and smiled as she got off the elevator. Lauren was reminded again that she was dealing with a very thoughtful, if painfully shy person. Somehow she found it unbelievably cute.

When they reached Roxanne’s room she slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Lauren continued down the hallway to her room. She had a corner room, the last one on the hall. She opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her before she flipped on the lights and stood there in amazement.

The room was simply stunning. The lights were all shaped to look like gaslights. A large, four-poster canopy bed dominated one wall. It was finished in a dark color, but had sea foam green linen and a comforter on it. The walls were neutral beige, but the whole thing was finished in a dark wood trim. On the wall opposite the door was a stone fireplace. Lauren remembered reading that the fireplaces were gas operated and could give heat in the winter or just light if it was warm. A large print over the fireplace showed two steamboats racing up the river. There was a small writing desk in the corner, near a pair of french doors, that apparently opened onto the balcony. There was another door she assumed was a closet, and one that had to be the bathroom. A smaller door was set into the wall that she shared with Roxanne’s room.

On the wall nearest her a massive armoire was placed. It was a dark wood and obviously very heavy. Two wingback chairs were positioned in front of it. A beautiful settee, with delicate Queen Anne legs was placed in front of the fireplace with a coffee table that looked to be a real antique. One corner held a kitchenette situated behind a counter, with two barstools in front casino firmaları of it. She moved into the room and began to explore a bit.

The armoire held a huge television and stereo system along with a VCR. The bathroom was finished in fake marble tiles and featured a large bathtub, rather than a shower. White linen with the hotel’s monogram was stored in a small closet. The kitchenette had a small fridge, a microwave and a wet bar. She noticed that the bar was empty and decided she would have to remedy that first thing. The fridge was likewise empty. She found the thermostat and turned it way down, it wasn’t her electricity after all.

She was playing with the fireplace controls when she heard a discreet knock at her door. She opened it to find a porter holding her bags. He brought them in and placed them on the floor. He was leaving when Lauren tried to give him a tip.

“Oh, no ma’m, the lady next door took care of it. Thank you much though,” he said as he departed.

After he had left Lauren remembered the adjoining door. She walked over and undid the bolt on her side and tried the knob. It wouldn’t budge. She knocked on it and heard movement on the other side. The bolt came undone and Roxanne opened the door a crack and peered through. She had removed her work clothes and was wrapped up in a red satin robe, her hair spilling down her back in a tangled mess.

“Welcome to the Ritz,” she said softly.

“Decadent, isn’t it?” Lauren laughed.

“Almost like the Poconos,” Roxanne said and smiled. It was the first real smile she had seen, and it made Lauren feel better. Roxanne seemed to be opening up a bit. She opened the door all the way and walked into the bathroom where Lauren could hear water running.

Lauren walked in and looked around. Roxanne’s room was smaller than her own, but similarly decorated. Both of Roxanne’s bags were open and sitting on the bed and she saw that the smaller one seemed to be nothing but lingerie. She remembered her friend’s admitted addiction and found herself smiling. Lauren rarely wore sexy under things for reasons of her own. She found herself wandering over to the bed and taking a closer look. A corset was sitting on the bed; it was ivory satin, trimmed in black lace, with black garters.

Like it?” Roxanne’s voice came from behind her. Lauren whirled around, a little embarrassed. She felt the color rise to her cheeks for some reason.

“Maybe on you, but not this girl,” she said with a laugh, hoping to cover her embarrassment.

“I think you would look smashing in one,” Roxanne said quietly.

Lauren eyed her critically, raising an eyebrow. Her friends face was serious, with no hint that she was joking. The green eyes were intent and unreadable, and Lauren found herself coloring again. A strange feeling was upon her, one she wasn’t quiet comfortable with. “

So what do you want to do tonight? Or are you too tired to go out?” She asked to change the subject.

“Its up to you, I just need to get a bath, I feel so sticky,” Roxanne said smiling.

Lauren couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her friend. She was shorter than Lauren, about five six. Her skin was pale, with a dusting of freckles, and few blemishes that she could see. Her eyes were a deep green and her auburn hair was worn long. The robe she was wearing only came to mid thigh and Lauren could see most of her legs, they were well toned from her job. She wasn’t beautiful in the classic sense, but was what most men called cute. Her demeanor added to her looks, making her seem wistful and lonely. Somehow unapproachable.

“Well, if you’re not too tired, I would like to see Bourbon Street,” Lauren said.

“Great!” Roxanne said enthusiastically. “Just let me get a quick bath in.”

“I think I will too, see you in half an hour?”

“It’s only eight thirty, how bout an hour? That tub looks too inviting to rush,” Roxanne said with a dreamy smile.

“An hour it is then,” Lauren said with a chuckle. Roxanne looked so cute with that expression on her face.

Lauren retreated to her own room and ran a quick bath. She didn’t take too long. She was out and dressed with time to spare. Looking through the open door she could see that Roxanne was still in the bathroom, as the door was still closed.

Lauren leafed through the information packed that she found on the writing desk. It contained a coupon book for things to do in the city and information on the hotel services. Tucked into a side folder was a movie list available to rent. This explained the VCR she thought. She leafed through the movies, seeing many current hits and quite a few older movies. The last page was filled with adult titles. Lauren laughed at some of the films names.

She glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost nine. She got up and walked quietly over to Roxanne’s room. As she entered, the door to the bathroom opened and her friend emerged. Her skin was rosy from the hot water and had taken on a soft pink hue. Her robe was güvenilir casino thrown over her shoulders, but not tied in front. She quickly pulled her robe shut, but not before Lauren got a glimpse of her breasts, her flat tummy and her fiery red pubic triangle.

“Impatient! I am hurrying,” Roxanne giggled as she skipped past the doorway towards the bed.

Lauren laughed herself and went back to her room. In a few minutes Roxanne joined her. She was wearing a simple black dress with black stockings and low heels. The dress was familiar and Lauren recognized it as the one from her pictures,

“Ready?” She asked.

“Ready,” Roxanne smiled. She seemed to be getting more comfortable, and less prone to the long silences Lauren had come to expect from her.

“Where to?” Roxanne asked as they made their way down the hall towards the elevators.

“I have two free drink Coupons to Pat O’Brien’s, how bout we start there?”

“Great, I haven’t been to Pat O’s in quite a while,” Roxanne replied

“We aren’t going to get lost are we?”

“I doubt it, I have been here many times.”

“I am so excited!” Lauren exclaimed.

“Its a wonderful place, it has it’s own aura. Sensual, mystical, mysterious, I love it here,” Roxanne said earnestly.

“I know, you will have to give me a tour,” Lauren smiled.

They left the lobby and entered the quiet Rue De Bienville. This street was mostly antique and estate shops and was usually deserted by dark. The boisterous noise of Bourbon Street could be heard as Roxanne led her down a darkened side street. The night was sultry, but not as humid as it had been. Lauren saw a few puddles and realized it must have showered while they were getting settled in.

Emerging onto Bourbon she was assaulted by the myriad of sights, smells and sounds. People were everywhere, pressed into lines in front of bars and shops, small groups made their way up the packed street. The noise of a hundred conversations mixed with music from the clubs to create a cacophony, which was somehow pleasant. The smells of stale beer mixed with exotic Cajun food and the press of people in close quarters mixed to create a distinct smell.

Roxanne gently touched her arm and smiled at her, then started off down the packed street. Lauren followed her, dodging in and out of groups of people. A lot of the people were college kids, she saw shirts proclaiming several different schools and universities. Everyone seemed to be drunk and all were having a good time. They passed shops of all types, mostly souvenir places, which sold shirts and mugs and the like. Many of the clubs had long lines that they were forced to detour around or through. Pat O’Brien’s was no exception and they had to wait almost 45 minutes to get in.

Once inside they found a table and ordered drinks. Roxanne had a long Island Iced Tea, in a hurricane glass. Lauren had a crown and seven. Roxanne downed her drink very quickly and ordered another. Lauren remembered that she was very uncomfortable in crowds and decided she was probably trying to relax.

Lauren was a bit concerned the last thing she wanted was to put her friend into an awkward position. The drinks seemed to help and soon Roxanne was laughing and chatting away. They spent a couple of hours there, drinking and talking. By the time they decided to leave both of them were pleasantly buzzed. The streets seemed to be just as crowded as when they came in.

“I thought it would be a little less packed,” Lauren said.

“Not here, the party won’t slow down till well into the morning,” Roxanne laughed.

They turned into the side street and were suddenly alone. Lauren could tell Roxanne was happy to be away from the press of bodies. As they passed a stairway leading down to the basement apartments Lauren saw a young man and woman making out. Their bodies were intertwined and she could hear the quiet noises of their passion. She realized this was the perfect place for a couple. The very air was heavy with sensual tension. She suddenly wished she were with someone it had been so long.

Roxanne noticed the sudden change in her mood.

“Are you all right?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, fine,’ Lauren said quickly, with a forced smile. She fought hard to keep back the tears that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her.

“Are you sure?”

Lauren looked down at the smaller woman, in the half- light she seemed even smaller. Her eyes seemed huge though, with a luminous quality that was disquieting. In those eyes Lauren saw concern, more than she would have imagined. It touched her deeply and impulsively she enfolded Roxanne in her arms. Roxanne hugged her back, holding on tightly.

“I’m fine,” Lauren said again as she broke the embrace.

“We had better get going before someone gets the wrong idea,” Roxanne said with a mischievous grin.

Lauren laughed deeply and the sudden emptiness inside her was gone as quickly as it had come.

“Let em!” she said loudly and then laughed even harder as her friend blushed and giggled.

“My Hero,” Roxanne said.

Lauren was about to make another comment when they rounded the corner, but she decided not to, there were several people in front of the hotel and she didn’t want to embarrass Roxanne.

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Photos of Jen Pt. 01

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I got to Johnny’s house around three and as I hit the doorbell, I couldn’t help thinking about all the hours I’d spent here over the past ten years or so. Even after my family moved two towns over and we no longer went to the same school. And now, with us both eighteen and leaving for college in two weeks, who knows how often we’d be seeing one another.

We didn’t have anything special planned for this afternoon: he was getting off work around two, so I was picking him up, we were going to cruise the town for a while, grab a bit to eat, then hit a party some of our old high school friends were throwing.

Nobody answered, so I walked around back. Johnny wasn’t there, but Jen, just home from her own junior year at college, was in the pool. “Hey,” I called out, and she responded with a shriek. “Sorry if I scared you.”

As I walked toward the pool, she quickly swam up against the side closest to me, pressing her body against the wall. “Didn’t you get Johnny’s message?”

“Hello to you too.”

“Hey, Tims.”

“No, I didn’t get any message.” I took out my phone and checked. “Needed @ work emergency. home in time for party. come @6 not 2,” I read out loud. “Yeah,” I said, “message. Duh. You mind if I just hang out back here? You won’t know I’m here.”

“Well…” she said, clearly embarrassed.

“What?”

“When nobody’s here, I’m sort of topless. So I can tan evenly.”

It took me a moment, then I realized why she was pressed up against the side of the pool. “Duh again,” I said. I saw a bikini top lying on a deck chair.

“Don’t mind me,” I said, opening my phone’s camera app.

“Tims!” she screamed.

“Just kidding, sheesh,” I said.

“I knew that,” she said, which might or might not have been true. “Tell you what,” she said with a sudden grin, still pressed against the wall of the pool (and possibly not realizing how much sideboob was still visible), “you can take as many photos of me as you want just like this, and then you hand me my top and turn around while I put it on.”

“It’s a deal,” I said, leaning over the pool as far as I could without falling in and taking a dozen photos, hoping to catch a bit of said sideboob. “You sure you can’t back up a few steps?”

“No! But after I’m decent, why don’t you come in here with me?”

“How about before you’re decent?”

She glared at me, but there was the hint of a smile.

I put my phone down, picked up her bikini top, and held it just past her reach. “Tims, I’m not jumping up to grab it.”

I continued to tease her by waving it around. She must have lifted herself out of the water for a moment but I didn’t see anything, because she grabbed my ankle and yanked me into the pool. Good thing I’d put down the phone I guess.

The casino şirketleri surprise of being pulled into the water made me let go of the bikini top and by the time I made it back to the surface, Jen had the top back on.

I climbed out of the pool soaking wet, and checked my pockets. “It doesn’t look like you permanently ruined my wallet,” I grumbled.

“Serves you right,” she said, suppressing a giggle. Then she got serious. “And trying to get me out of the pool without my top, Tims… not cool.”

“That doesn’t mean you had to…” I started, then said “Okay, yeah, I guess that’s fair. Though I was going to give you the top in another second anyway.”

“I’m sure,” she said. “Truce?”

“Absolutely.”

“Still want to hang around?”

I gestured at my clothing. “It’ll dry,” she continued. “I’ve seen guys in their underwear before. Just strip down to your shorts and lay everything else out to dry.”

Which seemed like a reasonable suggestion until my shorts were down to my knees and I noticed that wet boxers hide pretty much nothing. She noticed too, and seemed to like the view.

I chose the lesser of two evils and lay on the lounger on my front. I was just getting relaxed when I heard a click. I turned my head to see Jen taking photos of me. “Nice ass, Tims.”

“Cut that out,” I said.

“Come over here and make me,” she said. “I’d like to get a better view of you from the front.”

“Forget it.,” I said, lying back down.

A few minutes passed and then I heard her say in a low, sing-song voice “I think I’ll take off my top.”

“I doubt it,” I said.

A moment later, a bikini top landed on the lounger right next to my face.

I turned around quickly to see Jen, now wearing a t-shirt, snapping a photo of my cock. My boxers had dried a bit, but it was still pretty visible. “Not fair,” I said.

“Oh, now we’re playing fair?”

“Okay, you win. Put the phone down.”

“Fine.” She fiddled with the settings. “It’s locked, though, in case you planned on deleting the photos.”

As soon as she put down the phone, I jumped up from the lounger, lunged at her, and sent us both back into the pool.

I made it out first, since I hadn’t been taken by surprise, and while Jen was climbing out I grabbed my phone and took about a dozen photos in quick succession before she realized her t-shirt might as well have been cellophane.

She tried to cover herself up with her arms, but realized it was too late to matter at this point and instead scooped up and unlocked her own phone and started taking pictures of my cock. I looked down and realized my shorts weren’t concealing any more than her t-shirt was.

And it was worse. “Nice boner,” she said with a grin. casino firmaları “You must like my t-shirt.”

I couldn’t very well disagree: she had photographic evidence that I did.

“Tell you what,” she said. “Let’s stop this nonsense and put away the phones – for real, this time – and I’ll take this thing off. You’ve seen everything anyway,” she sighed.

“Deal,” I said, switching my phone off and stuffing it in my shorts pocket.

She peeled off her t-shirt.

Well, maybe we both thought I’d seen everything through her wet t-shirt, but topless was far more impressive. Even as an eighteen-year-old virgin, I’d seen women’s breasts before – but I’d been fantasizing about Jen’s from before I even understood why.

She settled into the lounger to tan, naked apart from her bikini bottoms, and after a while said “Can I ask you something, Tims?”

“I guess.”

“All those pictures you took. Why did you take them? I know you’re not the kind of creep who’d show them to anybody or put them online or anything.”

“Of course not. I was just goofing around. Well, same as you, right?”

“And you’re going to delete them when you get home without even looking at them? Those last few were pretty explicit, you could really see my boobs.”

“Um…”

“You’re keeping them, aren’t you? To look at later when you’re alone?”

“No I won’t.”

“You won’t look at my tits showing through my t-shirt, reminding yourself of me lying here like this…”

“No”

“Tims, come on, your dick’s getting harder just thinking about it.”

I didn’t even try to deny it, especially after my cock found its way through the flap of my boxers to freedom.

Jen got up and walked over to me, smiling approvingly at my cock. “Not bad,” she said.

My instinct was to cover up – no girl had ever seen my cock before, let alone this erect – but considering she was almost naked herself, that seemed rude.

And you’d have to be crazy to not to see the upside of a hot, almost-naked girl who seems interested in your cock.

“That looks uncomfortable,” she said, walking over to me. With her left hand she took my cock and worked it back into my boxers, then with the other hand eased by boxers down my legs. I groaned, my cock throbbing. It was taking every ounce of willpower not to cum.

And then Jen knelt alongside the lounger and said “Let’s get the first one out of the way.” Before I could ask her what she meant, she leaned in, took my cock again, and wedged it between her breasts. I pushed forward almost instinctively, and on my third stroke came as I’d never cum before, first hitting her mouth and chin, and then continuing to spurt until my cum was dripping obscenely down her breasts.

“Oh güvenilir casino my god,” I said weakly, eliminating any doubt that I was a virgin.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” she said, easing down her bikini bottoms. “We’ve just begun.”

I started to say I was going to need a few minutes – but then I realized that the sight of Jen’s shaved pussy and the cum dripping down her body had already made me rock hard again.

“You just lie there,” she said, straddling me, teasing me for a few seconds by letting the head of my cock brush across her wet pussy, then thrusting herself down hard on me. We both said something like “oh!” as my sperm-coated cock completely disappeared into her wet pussy.

She began moving up and down on me slowly, very slowly. I personally would have just fucked the hell out of her, but this was fine. This was heaven.

At one point she stopped, and I could feel her squeezing her vaginal muscles, and I knew she was cumming.

Well, now we were even. I was in no rush.

Suddenly she froze. I couldn’t figure out why, but then I heard what she’d heard: Johnny’s car was pulling up front. She leapt off of me and grabbed for her clothing. I started quickly dressing, and she said “no, just grab your things and come to my room.” I noticed she was still completely naked.

No guy has ever said “no” to a beautiful naked woman ordering him to her bedroom.

We made it into the house without being seen, but the voices behind us told me Johnny wasn’t alone. Son of a bitch wasn’t working late after all: he was blowing me off because he had a girl he’d rather spend the afternoon with.

Well, I’d have done the same thing.

When we got to Jen’s room, I made a beeline for the bed – a reasonable assumption, since I hadn’t come in her yet – but she went straight to the window, pulled back the curtain slightly, and motioned for me to come and watch with her.

I stood right behind her, so I could look over her shoulder without moving the curtain any more (but really so my still-wet, still-hard cock could press against her naked ass. She turned her head, looked me in the eyes, and smiled.

As I’d sort of expected, the window looked out at the deck, at the pool. I hadn’t expected Beth, a girl who’d been in mine and Johnny’s grade I high school, to be sunning herself on the lounger Jen had just taken my virginity on, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms.

“You like the view?” Jen asked.

I reached around her and cupped both breasts. This was the first time I’d touched them with anything other than my cock. “I like these better,” I said.

“Good answer,” she said, grinding her ass against my cock. If she wasn’t careful, I was going to cum all over her a second time.

When I looked back outside, Johnny had one of Beth’s breasts in his mouth and he was sucking on her nipple. Jen pulled my head down to her own breast, and she didn’t need to tell me what she wanted.

I hardly noticed the fact that there were still traces of my cum on her breast.

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To be honest, I was surprised that I even got the job at the law firm.

I interviewed with Mrs. Weller, one of the firm’s partners and struggled to concentrate during the entire meeting. I was sure that she caught my eyes following her sexy black stockings from the hem of her skirt down to her patent leather pumps. I walked out thinking that I missed out on a good job, but at least I was glad that I got to look at a hot woman.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her legs. As I lay in bed, I stroked my cock and fantasized about her standing in front of me. In minutes, I was shooting my hot come all over my stomach.

So it was great news when Mrs. Weller called me several days later and offered me the job as a legal assistant. It is essentially a gopher for the attorneys, but it pays pretty well for a guy just out of college.

I had been working for two weeks when Mrs. Weller summoned me into her office. She was on the phone and motioned for me to sit on her leather couch. As she walked around her large walnut desk, I glanced around the office. She was in her late 40’s but obviously a good lawyer, as she had risen to become a partner at the firm in only a few years. The office held a lot of the typical signs of success. The wet bar, the leather furniture, original art on the wall all told visitors that this was a successful lady.

My eyes returned to Mrs. Weller as she hung up the phone and came round her desk. She closed her office door and then sat next to me on the couch. Her black skirt fell halfway down her thigh and she wore black high heels with no stockings. It took all of my concentration not to look down at her legs and feet. Instead, I looked directly at her face. Her green eyes were framed by black rectangular glasses, and her chestnut hair was pulled back into a bun.

“Chris, I am concerned that you have been acting inappropriately lately,” she said sternly. I was stunned! I had been completely professional in every…. Unless….

“I have noticed that you have been stealing glances at the women in the office, Chris. That can be construed as sexual harassment and we cannot allow that here.”

I tried to reply, but just stuttered… casino şirketleri “I … I haven’t…”

“Chris!” she snapped. “I’ve seen the way you stare at me!” She stood up in front of me. I tried not to look at her body, but I couldn’t help it. She stood straight and arched her back a little, which just pushed her breasts out from behind her clean white blouse.

“I’m afraid that only have two options,” she said. “I can fire you immediately, or I can send you through a sexual harassment training course,” she said firmly. “I would really like to keep you here. You do have potential. Will you agree to the sexual harassment training?”

I nodded, feeling boxed in and without any choice in the matter.

“Good. We’ll begin immediately,” she said. “Stand up.”

I did as she commanded.

“Remove your belt and pull down your pants,” she instructed. I was embarrassed, but did as she said.

“Good, Chris, I’m glad you are cooperative. Pull down your underwear and let me see your cock.”

I pulled my underwear down around my knees. My face flushed in humiliation. As she looked it over, my cock began to swell.

“Such a pretty cock, Chris,” she said, now much softer. “Show me how you stroke it.”

I gripped my cock and slowly began to pull it. Mrs. Weller sat back against her desk and spread her legs, pushing her skirt farther up her thighs. She watched my hand move up and down on my cock for a few seconds before looking up into my face. “Such a good boy, Chris. Get on your knees and come over to me.”

I did as I was told, shuffling on my knees over until I was looking almost straight up at her.

“Lick my feet and legs,” she said. It was embarrassing, but my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Her smooth legs felt so good as I caressed them, kissed them and licked them. As I did, Mrs. Weller spread her legs wider. She grabbed the back of my hair and pushed my face up into her pussy. I was surprised to feel no underwear, but I quickly forgot about it as she pushed my mouth onto her wet pussy. She let out a moan as I pushed my tongue up inside her folds.

“Ohhh. You are such a naughty slut, Chris,” she moaned. “Lick my pussy, Chris. casino firmaları That’s it.”

My face was soaked with her juice as she ground my tongue and chin against her. “Lick my wet pussy until I come on you, Chris. That’s it you little slut!” she said, now pushing her pussy into me. In minutes, she was gushing cum all over my mouth and chin. Her body shuddered and relaxed.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet. I thought I was going to get to fuck her, but she had other plans. “Stroke your cock, slut,” she ordered. I was so horny, I did what I was told. She turned around and put her elbows on her desk, with her round ass in the air, using a hand to pull her skirt up round her waist. “Come all over my ass, slut!” she commanded. “And don’t cum on my clean skirt!” Hearing her orders sent me to climax, and I shot wads of white hot cum across the crack of her ass and her tight anus. My knees buckled, but I caught myself with my hand on her back.

“You naughty boy,” she said, craning her head around to look at me. “You made a big mess on Mrs. Weller. You’ll have to clean it up.” I started to stand up to find a tissue when she ordered me to lie o my back. As I did, she squatted over me, lowering her ass onto my mouth. “Lick up your cum, you slut,” she snapped, rubbing my hot cum across my face. I started licking my come off of her ass as it dripped across her asshole. She moaned and I began licking faster. At that moment I wanted only to please her. I licked every drop of cum from her ass and she stood up.

“Good boy,” she said, rubbing her pussy. “You must like the taste of hot cum to lick up that much. Do you?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I asked you a question, slut!” she barked. I nodded in shame.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, leaning across her desk to push her intercom button. “Greg, come in here please,” she ordered into the intercom. I started to jump up. God, I couldn’t let anybody see me like this! But it was too late. Greg, Mrs. Weller’s assistant, must have been right outside the door. He came in and shut the door behind him, staring at me laying there on the carpet with my pants around my ankles and my own come smeared güvenilir casino across my face.

“Greg, please sit down and pull your cock out. Our little slut Chris says he loves to eat come and I want him to try yours.” Greg did as he was told. He had a big smile as he pulled out his hard cock. “Chris, crawl over to Greg and suck his big cock. And I want you to show me what a slut you are!”

I was humiliated but I did as I was told. On my hands and knees, I took Greg’s big cock into my mouth and started bobbing my mouth up and down on it. It felt so good, filling my mouth, and I started moaning as Greg grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my cum-covered face. “Oh yeah, slut, suck my big cock. God, you are such a whore!” Chris started egging me on. “Make me come in your slut mouth, that’s it! I’m going to fill up your slut mouth with my cum!”

In minutes, I felt his cock twitch, and he sent streams of hot cum into my mouth. It spilled out over my chin and down my cheek. He moaned loudly as he came. “Oh, fuck yes, Chris, suck all my cum, oh yes,” he moaned, “still pushing his big dick in nout of my lips.

“What a dirty slut,” I heard Mrs. Weller say from behind me. Now clean up your mess again.” I licked the cum off of Greg’s balls and cock before he pushed his cock back in his pants and left the office.

I was completely humiliated, waiting on my hands and knees with another man’s come in my mouth and on my face. But I was as horny as I had ever been in my life, and my cock was rock hard again.

Mrs. Weller kneeled behind me, pushing her crotch up against my ass. She reached around and started stroking my cock as she began humping my ass. “I bet you’d like it if I was wearing a big strap-on cock right now, wouldn’t you, slut?” she whispered in my ear. I had to nod. Thinking about her fucking me with a hard cock made me moan loudly as she jacked me off. She pumped her body hard into me as she jerked me. I quivered as I shot my second load across her carpet.

She made me lick my come from the carpet before telling me to get dressed. As she straightened herself up, she told me that this was how she taught sluts like me to respect women. “The training sessions will continue until you learn to respect women,” she said. “Now get back to work. And next time you come into my office, I trust you will be prepared for more training!”

I nodded, exhausted, embarrassed, and looking forward to the next session.

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The day had come. The day of mourning. It was banned in Jakaria, but in Id, Prince Ingfred mourned for the day that Azina and everyone in her family had been killed. Him and Prince Akino, once great and beloved friends had become dire rivals.

While Prince Akino was not directly responsible for the ousting of the Jakarian royal Family, which resulted in the murder of Azina and her entire family, he did not warn them of his fathers plans.

There was no honor to the country in his heart, only honor to the new King, his father. Ingfred clenched his hands, breath quickening and then stilling as he remembered the words of his mother. Before she left, she had loved him so. Teaching him many things, that unlike the old ways, it was alright for a man to cry. To let out his emotions.

With a deep sigh, he turned in for a spell. Sitting down in his lavish chambers. Incensed vapors filled the room, purifying the air and aiding in relaxation. Fit for a King with many worries he supposed.

King? The word felt word felt wrong in his mind, it felt, treasonous. Yes it was inevitable, but it was uncouth to think about such things yet. His father is in his prime.

“So was Azina’s”

The voice struck him, he turned around in a huff. Gathering his princely robes in abject horror. He had spoken all of this aloud? Horror turned to rage, How dare, how could someone even utter her name to him in such a way? On this day nonetheless?

His clear eyes flicked up, seeing Clement standing there. A look of fear in his eyes, and he realized how beastly he must seem. With his untamed expression, unkempt hair and red eyes.

“Have you been crying?”

“Enough!” The prince stood up, rage returning to his face, Then slowly softening with guilt as Clement looked at him in fear.

He stepped away from him, giving him the space he needed to see that he would not hurt him. not now, not ever. “Clement, my dear. I am so sorry.” He said, breath hitching.

Prince Infred’s eyes held Clement’s for a few seconds, becoming warm and wholesome before the young man. As a soft sigh blew past Clement’s lips, the sound caused a stirring in the Prince’s cock.

“I am just, I am used to treatment in Remus.” And with that, the Prince looked into Clements eyes, sensed his vulnerability, and outstretched his arms. Not goading him, asking nothing of him.

“Have me if you wish, and if not, there is no punishm-” Before the Prince could finish Clement was upon him. Ingfred’s words transformed into hums against the other’s mouth.

Clement had already hiked a leg around the prince. Ingfred hungrily grabbed at the slender thigh, his strength overtaking the smaller man’s. As he ground against Clement he could feel the erection straining against the sheer mesh of his outfit.

Clement moaned in soft mewls, the tip of his cock dripping with need. Ingfred took in a ragged breath, and kneeled before the younger man. Eyes glazed over with lust as he began to twirl the tip of his tongue around his thick pink head.

This elicited a grunt from the other man, the sound softened as he took his throbbing cock deeper into his mouth. Gingerly, Clement placed a hand atop the other man’s head. This earned a noise of satisfaction from Ingfred.

“Oh,” Clement loosely covered his mouth, “My prince, I’m at my wits end.” He harshly whispered, barely able to get the words out of his mouth.

This only spurred on the prince, who began to suck with even more fervor, taking Clement impossibly deep into his hungry mouth. Clement’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt his orgasm hit him, piercing through him with the quickness of an arrow.

Load moans erupted from his throat as his cock twitched, entirely contained in the Prince’s hot mouth. Ingfred hungrily kept sucking as Clement released his first spurt of semen down his throat. Softly moaning as he took more and more of it, until it eventually filled his mouth all the way. Some of it had begun to drip down onto the expensive fabrics. The prince kept sucking until Clement went flaccid in is mouth.

Quickly, the Prince detached himself from him, with a look of shock on his face. Never had he taken such a submissive role, and not that he would make a habit of it, but it was nice to see Clement squirm.

With a sad sigh he lay down beside his companion, holding back the tears that had seemingly come from nowhere. “It’s okay,” Clement smiled, wrapping his arms around the big and warm man. “You have me now.”

This greatly angered Ingfred. To hear such a thing left a pit in his stomach. “It will never be okay.” The prince turned his back to Clement, thoughts of Azina filling his head.

Her languid movements, her smile, her radiating kindness. That dark poof of hair atop her head and the way she took everything so seriously. Oh how he missed her. Never had he even gotten that chance to tell her how he’s felt about her all of these years.

Clements dismissal of that felt wrong, it felt intrusive. LIke he was trying to push her out. Whether that was his intention bahis firmaları did not matter, at least not to Ingfred. The words still stung.

Clement looked in confusion. Over his time here, he had felt himself growing closer to Ingfred, but once they reached a certain level of intimacy Ingfred seemed to pull away from him. There were whispers around the palace of some woman named Azina. Initially he assumed her to be some long-standing concubine.

He had asked around, and everyone sort of brushed him off. Either too sad to talk about it or being too busy to explain. Having grown up in another country, he did not understand yet all of the rules and customs of Id.

That is until finally someone, a woman who had been languishing by the fountain spoke up. “Azina was the Princess of Jakaria.” She idly said as he washed her long dark hair.

“Was?” Clement questioned.

“A few years ago she and everyone in her family was murdered by her father’s advisor, the new King. The Prince has never been the same.”

“Were they friends?” Clement asked.

The woman smiled coyly, “You could say that.”

Clement did not understand, and the woman had things to attend to. He graciously thanked her for the information, before she sped off to some corner of the castle.

Now seeing how badly this had affected him, Clement had finally understood. Realizing that Ingfred was still mourning her. What could he be for the Prince right now? Deep down, he knew that there was one thing that would make him happy right now, and he was not it.

Ingfred, as he expected, kindly asked him to leave. That he ought not to see a Prince in this state. Regretfully Clement did, watching as the man he was growing close to broke down right before he closed the door behind him.

He left, not wanting to hear the sounds of his agony through the door.

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Little did they know, that years ago, a young woman lay adrift at sea. Dark curly hair floating aimlessly in the current. The woman was Azina, the true Azina.

Not a phantom, or a dream.

She lie there, wondering why the man she considered an uncle to her, would do such a thing. Little did it matter, because with the last of her strength she summoned Dahlia for guidance.

Dahlia did arrive, in the form of the moon appearing at day. As she came down from the heavens and touched Azina with her heavenly glow did she begin to feel so much better.

In fact she felt herself being pulled gently out of the waters and laid on her back on something warm and soft. She smiled, her shivering body slowly becoming still as warmth spread through her.

Slowly she opened her eyes, her dark skin bathed in a moonlit glow. For what was before her eluded Azina’s comprehension, if only for a few moments.

In her countless studies and defeat of the many great and evil conquerors, she finally did get bested and by the friend of her father at that. At least along the way she had acquired much arcane knowledge. To the point where her mind was able to withstand the presence of those ascended to godhood. Such as Dahlia, or as the Idish called them, Iseria.

Regardless, the moon entity transformed into a lovely woman. With dark and even skin. Her features were soft and rounded, with empathy sprawled first and foremost on them.

Her hair was short, like before the way of Dahlia, in which her followers now have uncut hair. It was also a cool and even white. Having been born sick, her hair had never developed pigment all her life. And her unmistakably purple eyes. That having been a feature she was not born with.

Dahlia beckoned her forward, a gentle smile on her face. Big wide eyes crinkling lightly at the corners because of it. As Azina approached Dahlia slowly untied the two straps sewn into her robes.

Without shame Dahlia let the silken blue robes fall to the floor. Revealing her truly ravishing form. Her skin was the tone of rich clay. It sparkled with what appeared to be diamond crushed up into a powder.

Her lips were narrow but thick, giving off a pouty appearance. She winked at her, making a shushing sound at Azina, before slowly reaching down to dip her fingers into her own dripping hot and wet sex.

Azina watched in surprise, her previously tired body now feeling rejuvenated in Dahlia’s presence. Instinctively she rubbed her thighs together, the skin feeling slick from the wetness between her legs.

Dahlia spoke up, her voice light and almost airy. Embodying freedom like the wind. Her eyes were half lidded and lustful, with her great and thick curves creating a beautiful silhouette against the blue of the night. “I offer my body onto you. For its touch is healing.”

Azina did not have to mull it over. Dahlia had brought her to some strange place. It was at the shore, and beneath their feet was soft and grassy plants. What Azina had been laid upon was some kind of quilted hammock.

Slowly she took a step, walking closer and closer to the woman, who still kaçak iddaa had that gentle glow about her. Dahlia’s smile widened, her thick lips making Azina’s mind go wild. Once she was by her side, slowly and gently she leaned in, capturing the goddess’ lips in hers.

Dahlia leaned in, her hair was of a looser curl, akin to tight ringlets. The short curls brushed gently against Azina’s face, smelling of the ocean. As she breathed the scent in it felt like an aphrodisiac, of which was not needed. Azina had never felt a need like this before.

It was as if her temptation was a cloud of mist all around her, and every time she breathed in her clit throbbed harder.

After what felt like an eternity their lips connected. Azina sighed against the other woman, reveling in the softness of it all. She reached over, boldly grabbing the goddess’s breast in her hand. Gently running her thumb over the nipple, causing Dahlia to shake in pleasure.

Their tongues made their way to each other, Azina sighing at the softness of it. The heat that had been pooling inside of her only growing warmer with each passing second.

Dahlia smiled, “Fear not.” She bent down before Azina, with her head exactly at the level of her pussy. In no hesitation she began to lap at the folds between Azina’s legs. Adding the wetness of her tongue to her already slippery sex.

A load moan ripped its way out of Azina. Yet Dahlia was relentless. Continuing to suck and lap at her pussy for what felt like hours. Already Azina’s clit had become oversensitive. Dahlia’s tongue felt like heaven, and Azina was unsure if she would be able to hold herself up when her inevitable orgasm hit.

Azina did not have to worry long. After a few moments it crashed through her like ocean waves. She began peaking and then going back down, this happened over and over for what she believed to be an eternity. This is until the great one hit, and Azina felt as though she ascended to the heaven. A rough sigh escaped her lips and Dahlia had to hold her tight to keep her from falling over. .

It wasn’t long before Azina felt her eyelids grow heavy with sleep. Gently Dahlia cradled her in her arms, kissing the tips of her eyelashes and the apex of her forehead.

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When Azina finally came to, it was still night. Which was strange. Even stranger was this place seemed to lack stars. Just a blank night sky stared back at her.

She pushed up off of the palms of her hands. When she reached down, she felt soft blades of grass between her fingers. Last night must have been a dream, she reasoned. Azina stood tall and looked around, seeing that this place was quite strange. It seemed to hum with magic, she could feel it. Like how dense the air becomes before a storm.

Azina looked around, seeing that she was one a tall hillside that oversaw a citadel. With one tall spire in the center and modest buildings down below. She wondered what this strange place that bathed in magic was?

She hardly had the time to look around more before her eyes landed upon a novel sight. A man, who’s height greatly surpassed six feet walked past her. Hair white as snow and his skin green with white markings.

Tall he was, as well as lean and fit. Beside his skin there was another strange feature about him. He had long and pointed ears. The edge of his ear was scarred with what looked like knife slashes.

Azina gasped, and the man turned around. Azina realized that his face was actually quite handsome. With a strong jaw, and he had soft puppy dog eyes the color of which were brown. She watched as he turned around and looked her up and down.

Sheepishly, Azina glanced back. Unsure of what to make of the strange situation. In the back of her mind this reminded her of the elven legend of the Union of Aerline and Feran.

Although of course regular humans do not just look at each other and immediately commence to having sex. Curiously the previous encounter with Dahlia did not come to mind as an example of that very scenario happening to her.

Although what did come to mind is now that very tall and handsome man, or could she call him a man? Surely so? The man was walking towards her. She did not know how to act, instead reflexively moving to straighten out her non-existent skirts, realizing that she was wearing nothing.

Suddenly, before she could expect it he was in front of her. He was tall, lean, and his stomach was a lighter green than the rest of him. He would blend in well in the forest.

The tall man raised a brow and looked at her staunchly. “Well, I certainly have never seen a human in this place before. Exiled?”

Azina gasped in shock, before huffing and turning away from him. Then as it dawned on her that she had indeed been exiled, well, she had to reluctantly nod.

“No need to feel any shame. I am Faelor. Are you aware of where you are young woman?”

Azina felt confused, why was Faelor speaking this way, as if he did not look around the same age as her? Faelor sighed, “Well, this is kaçak bahis the undercarriage of the world. We are below Ethurial.”

“Below?” Azina whimpered. Fear settling in as she realized that she had awashed in this strange place. A place that hummed with magic that like lightning in her veins.

The suddenness of Dahlia making love to her to heal her wounds, and finding this strange man in this place that is supposedly impossibly far from where she needs to be. All of it was too much to bear.

Azina sunk to her knees, tears forming rapidly in her eyes and falling down in a messy stream. Her cheeks nearly rubbed raw by the salt as she cried.

Ashamedly, Faelor thought of how beautiful she looked even in distress. Then, despite being a man of his ilk, he felt shame warm his cheeks. To think of such things in a time like this was reprehensible.

She seemed scared and alone. From the looks of it, she had never even known a place like this existed. Faelor knelt before the crying woman, and as gently as he could he said, “We are underneath the surface world. This is Altyr. Birthplace of the elves.” Faelor, dastardly as he seemed, had a gleam in his eye as he recited this to her.

Azina slowly got her bearings. As the seconds passed, she processed what he had said. “Elves? I have not heard of such creatures except in tales from long ago.”

A dark look seemed to overtake Faelor. His previously charming features sharpening into a scowl. That is before he chuckled, “Oh you’re lucky that I’m not one of the prideful. It’s like there’s a permanent stick up their asses.”

Azina thought back to her father’s lifelong friend, always insisting on doing things that old way. “Oh I know what you mean,” she replied.

Like chimes, yes, that is how Faelor would describe her voice. With such a soft and resonate sound. In the short time they had interacted, he had not known much of what to think, but knew she needed help.

As Azina gazed upon the larger man before her, she realized that despite his initially strange features, he was quite handsome. Hair so white it glowed in the everlasting dusk of Altyr.

Faelor gazed down upon her body, stealing a glance for just a moment. Regrettably he felt his cock start to harden. It felt strange, compared to him this human woman was so small. Could she even fit his fully erect cock inside of her?

Not wanting to dwindle too long, he slowly traced his eyes back up, only for her to meet his gaze and bite her lip. Was? Was this strange woman propositioning him? She did not look like a renowned performer of the Red Light District, although she easily could be.

A small, low whine worked its way from her mouth. What elicited this was two of her long and slender fingers being slowly shoved into her dripping wet sex. She was not sure what had happened. It was as if desire had hit her like a wave.

Faelor was not sure what to do. He did not want to leave her alone in a strange new world by herself. Yet, how was he to take care of her? What could he do for the poor woman? Apt only to be prey in a world like this. Any man could come along and not knowing that human rules are different, see her uncontrolled display as an open invitation.

For even he, as a man of another species could recognize the Blhys, as his people called it. The times at high moon when a woman was filled with the most lust. Especially those connected to the moon, even in his culture, he knew this.

It was that women and the moon were connected, like the harvests. When the moon hung full in the night sky, Blhys began. It came right after menses, when the last trace of blood had gone. The time a woman was most fertile. Wetness between one’s legs became thin, clear and stretchy. Not only that, but plentiful.

Azina brought a slender finger to her plump round lips. Swirling her pink tongue around the tip. Faelor immediately felt his cock harden, but resisted his desires. For she was vulnerable and knew not what she was doing. Even a vandal such as him would not stoop below this moral code.

In one fluid motion he tore off his thin and flimsy shirt. The cotton was rough and spun without much thought or skill. Azina let out a small noise as it rubbed against her now bare skin. Delighting as the rough sensation. Faelor scooped her up into his arms, the corded muscle beneath his skin flexing as her hoisted her into the air.

She was a tall woman, well for a human. For an elf, she was quite short. Yet he had never seen such a skin color before, that of a humans. Curiously, her coloring was rich, deep and dark with no markings.

All of them were some shade of green, from light palm leaf to dark forest hues. None of them were brown, or white or tan for that matter. In Faelor’s adventures, he had seen many illustrations of overworld folk. Most of them including their neighbors, the giants. Who lived in the far away deserts, and had alchemy at their disposal.

Though some, and very few did depict humans. In their culture, the least known of overworld species. What they did know is their magic had grown thin, and they were spread too far. Forgetting what made the likes of Tanwir and Anezira great. For their lives were like blossoms in the spring, wilting just as soon as they had bloomed.

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James and the Gloryhole

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This story is a part of a short series of stories following James a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. This is what he would like to do; visit a gloryhole.

It’s a story about the protagonist setting up multiple scenarios to fulfil his urge while on a week-long business trip.

This is the longest and most involved story I have written. Please leave a nice review if you want to.

SEEDING AND GERMINATION

Five years ago James turned his more kinky thoughts to the subject of sucking cock. In some respects, he was a late starter. He loved his wife, Laura who he met at University 25 years ago.

At first, it was her sexual mind that meant they hit it off. Sex was easy, frequent and hot.

She was a very oral partner giving him superb head many times a week for several years while they finished their degrees.

After graduating they married and continued, as is rather typical of young married couples, frequent sex.

After their daughter was born, James tried to keep and expand their sexual horizons. He loved Laura’s mouth and her super sensual blow job lips and he would buy super red lipstick and lip gloss if he was passing a department store only for it to be deposited on his cock later that week.

James would watch her at her bedroom dressing table lean in and carefully apply the deep red lipstick then paint the top coat of gloss.

This act alone gave him a hard and attentive cock.

With the ritual complete, she would waste no time in engulfing his cock and extracting his semen.

It was a thrill for James if she decided to share this load with him carefully bringing her lips, smeared with lipstick up to his, then slowly kissing then parting her mouth for their tongues and his cum to flow.

This act seeded in James an idea that germinated and grew over several years.

He considered himself to be a fully straight man.

But the idea of what it would be like to suck cum and swallow cum was made.

This eventually happened some five years ago now.

And it formed an urge for James to meet men to suck cock and swallow semen.

James had become rather hungry.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

More cock. More cum. More frequently.

James’s favourite porn was gloryhole porn.

But it was, in keeping with his mostly hetero behaviour, straight gloryhole porn.

This was mostly American made porn with some German and some Spanish.

And he found the best to be an amateur woman being enticed to be filmed giving head to strangers.

The cameraman was either her husband or a pornographer who set her up in the gloryhole with a string of cocks to suck off.

One memorable scene was a MILF named “Heather” who in her first time sucked off eight strangers through the gloryhole.

This idea hit James squarely.

But living in the UK, there was not anything like an opportunity as that on screen.

James left it to fantasy.

A year later James was asked to present a paper at a conference in Phoenix. His scientific career had gone moderately well and he became an expert in a niche field.

He’d been to this conference several times in the last ten years and knew the drill. Four days of presentation in a nice hotel interspersed by eating and drinking.

It never occurred to James at the time the opportunity that presented itself.

It took a particular torrid dream for his subconscious to bring it to him.

He dreamt of cocks and being coated in semen until he spluttered awake in the night.

Laura slept next to him snoring gently.

He had an incredibly hard cock and felt his balls tense.

He had to relieve himself so James went to the spare room, wanked his cock and relieved his substantial load in total silence.

In the morning, James buzzed almost breathless that this once in a lifetime opportunity had come.

Alone in his home office that day he let his mind wander at the possibilities. He watched nearly an hour of gloryhole porn of his favourite: married women sucking off strangers.

“That’s going to me,” James said out loud almost as a commitment to himself, “I’m going to suck lots and lots of random cocks and swallow their cum. I will spend a whole night on my knees in the gloryhole.”

Elation.

James’s orgasm was intense.

He liked his 6.5 uncut inches that packed a powerful force when worked up both in volume and distance.

James just let his cock erupt and it gushed over his naked chest and reached his face.

Panting, he felt his semen running down his cheek, and over his top lip. He let his tongue savour it noticing the copious load on his abdomen and let his forefinger get coated before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it in.

PLANNING THE ACT

The six weeks passed and the trip had arrived.

In the week before, James made sure to locate the various adult book stores in the area of his hotel.

To see and know these were there for him settled him. He felt calm.

The güvenilir bahis 14-hour inbound flight from London to Phoenix via Dallas was tedious but was a lot better for being able to turn left on boarding.

James’s thoughts were not at all on the paper he was due to present.

It was on his freedom to explore his cock sucking sexuality.

He had spent those thoughts on wondering what would happen. Practicalities like how to get to the store. Imagining the moment when he would enter. How he would navigate the booths.

Should he strip naked in the booth? Was there any limit to the types of cock he would take?

Or the number?

“Could I suck 8 cocks on my first, as Heather did?”

The conference hotel was vast and comfortable.

His room, a suite with more space than was decent.

“What’s a guy to do?” James muttered as he sprawled on the bed after a full day of travel.

He kept to his preference to stay awake until he could no more.

After a decent steak, some wine, James decided to get rest.

Tomorrow night would be his first foray to the adult book store ten blocks south of the hotel.

Later that night, James awoke.

As normal from travelling over it was only 3 am.

“Bollocks,” he whispered to himself.

Watching the clock for a while he decided to do some more research on cock talent in the Phoenix Metro area.

He browsed Craigslist personals to see what was available.

There were hundreds of posts; James would have to be selective.

Narrowing down on other married men with his particular interests turned up 26 with 9 active recently.

This was good news.

Maybe he could draw on this pool of talent in a couple of evenings…

James then browsed the pages of his favourite erotic story archive looking for stories about men emerging to a world of anonymous blowjobs.

There were so many.

A pleasant hour and a half passed as James read one after another turning him hot to his plans later today.

When he finally came after effectively edging himself for 90 minutes it was hugely satisfying.

James loved women.

He loved when Laura gave herself to him. But the climax he gave himself like this was among the very best.

Several more hours passed and the sun came up.

One of the first at breakfast he ran through his presentation for tomorrow and figured out which sessions he wanted to see later today.

Turning his attention to the ABS, wondered what best time to visit, early or late? By the time the proceedings of the day were done, perhaps around 7pm for his first visit?

James could feel a mix of excitement- he felt his heart raise several beats combined with a sense of nerves in his belly.

He felt that telltale pulse at the end of his penis when a horny thought passed through his mind.

The conference started at 9.30 am, so a nice relaxed pace.

Checking in to receive is four-day pass and be deluged with a bag of free gifts from suppliers and literature, James passed to keep the essentials only.

Around noon he decided to check in with Laura for the first time after his flight.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s new with you?” He asked his wife. It was evening back home and she had probably relaxed with a glass or two of merlot.

“Oh, I’m just catching up with some work.” Laura was a history teacher at a high school after a short career in pharmaceutical sales before she became despondent and retrained.

“Mmm. Fascinating. Tell me more…” James teased her.

“Well…” Laura slipped into bedroom tones, her voice dropping seductively, “Let me tell you, Mr, about the antics one king Henry…”

They laughed.

“Well, I’m just checking in. Weather is kind of warm and humid right now.”

“You mean hot, James?”

“Yeah it’s low 30Cs”

While Laura was talking telling him about her day, James’s mind turned to the gloryhole plan.

Might be hot. Need to dress light…

Tuning back into the conversation with his wife, “So have a good day, sweetie. And night” she added.

That last bit shot a spear of guilt through James.

“Yes, thanks.” Was all he could say as of he was boy caught doing something naughty.

Which, of course, was very much the case.

For James, deliberately going to meet anonymous cocks to suck was very much naughty.

And to think about doing it every day he was here was both deceptive to his wife and thrilling.

THE FIRST VISIT

Day one finished and James got an early dinner and showered.

The time had come.

Calling a cab from the hotel, it took around 12 minutes to reach the block where the ABS store was.

It was quite a big unit at the end of a strip mall. The front looked quite legitimate rather than seedy and run down.

“Here goes…” James said out loud.

The door announced his arrival with a high pitched two-tone signal.

The front of the store was quite large and bright with racks of merchandise.

He noticed a girl on the cash desk. Mid-twenties, petite and fairly attractive. türkçe bahis

James approached the desk.

“Do you have any, em, video booths here?”

“Oh, ya. You need change – takes bills. In the back.” The cash girl raised her slight tattooed arm to indicate.

“Have fun!” She added with a slight giggle as James headed off.

A corridor led to a much darker area with doors to what he presumed were the booths.

The unmistakable sound of hardcore porn emanated from the booths.

James stood there.

He exchanged bills for coins and picked a door. He entered.

James felt relief that the booth was quite a decent size and cared for. A ledge for seating and a screen showing options to show straight and gay porn. Lighting was on the dark side.

James scrolled through and picked a video of women giving head. It was merely wallpaper to James’s intentions in any case.

The two side walls had their holes cut with 6-inch apertures.

“Cock and balls”, said James out loud before sitting.

He thought it would be best to remove his shirt and shorts. It was rather warm despite the air conditioning.

James peered through to the next booth. Empty. The opposite one too.

“Patience.” He muttered.

Aware of the 2 tone door opening. Once, twice, three times, it announced new arrivals.

After a few moments, the door on the cubicle to the right opened and clicked shut. James looked through.

Is this it? Is now my time? He wondered in anticipation.

His cock had been aroused though not erect for an hour or so. It was leaking precum and made the head slick.

James decided to remove all his clothes and be fully naked in the gloryhole booth.

It felt freeing. Illicit. Forbidden.

Laura came rushing back into his consciousness. The guilt was there but suppressed.

James decided to make his move. Kneeling he placed a finger at the hole to signal he was there and willing.

In silence and the dim light, a semi-hard dick was carefully positioned through the hole.

“Will you suck my cock?” Came the enquiry of its owner.

James responded by opening his mouth and enveloping two inches. Allowing it to rest on his tongue and sealing the cock with his lips James savoured it and felt a little victory of this prize.

James sucked it. Without hands, he opened his mouth a little wider and took another inch inside.

He became aware of how warm and wet his mouth was. As did its owner when a low pleasurable moan emanated from the other cubicle.

“Mmm. Oh, yeah…”

The cock consequently began to harden. James bobbed his head as it came to full hardness.

He sat back and slowly wanked it as James studied the cock of this stranger. A slow upwards curve. Cut. Probably around 6 inches. It was like his own except for the lack of foreskin.

James decided to give it some concerted care and attention.

Sucking it with mild pressure and giving wanking hand action, he carefully let his tongue cradle the underside while maintaining lip contact around the shaft.

The owner moaned and muttered encouragement.

Some ball attention was in order. James coated them in his saliva. Licking the shaft with his generous tongue was appreciated.

“Oh yeah. Do that, buddy.”

James was aware that his cock was not only hard but rock hard and leaking precum down its length.

He could hear the other guy pant and he thrust towards James.

Taking the cock back carefully James decided to concentrate and finish him off.

The excess saliva was now dripping down his chin and onto his neck. The thrusts from his partner got deeper and more erratic.

In a few more moments James knew it wouldn’t be long.

He heard the knock on the wall as the sign of pending ejaculation.

James decided just to keep sucking and to keep the cock in his mouth.

Then the beautiful moment arrived as the first spurt of cum strafed his tongue. Then more as semen filled his mouth.

Wonderful, James thought with delight.

He caught himself smile as the cock finished its release, the owner also finishing his orgasmic growl.

Managing the quite significant volume of sperm, James swallowed a couple of times and licked the cock clean of residual.

Slut. James thought while feeling elation.

“Hey, thanks, man. You want me to suck you?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks for your cock, eh?”

The stranger was gone in a minute.

Wow! For fuck’s sake! I just sucked a stranger’s cock in a gloryhole! And drank his cum.

That was almost an overwhelming thought to James.

He settled back on the seat. But in a moment, he could glimpse a face at the opposite hole.

“Hey man. That was quite the scene there. You wouldn’t want to do that on me would ya?”

“Be my guest.” Replied James.

The next stranger readjusted himself and let the most beautiful cock through the hole.

It was perfect. The length of about 7 inches nice girth was straight and marble veined perfection.

“Well, what a lucky boy I am..” he pondered while güvenilir bahis siteleri gently grasping the new penis and slowly wanking it.

As well as being visibly wet, this sounded we. It was dripping.

James noticed a thought pass his mind. As is he was out of body watching himself, kneeling with a beautiful cock. Mesmerised and lustful. A slut thinking slutty thoughts.

It was time to take this specimen.

And James did taking it as deep as he could.

He drew long sucks deep along the staff back up to the tip them slowly sank back lips stretched to accommodate tongue both wetting and savouring the musky taste.

His efforts were appreciated from behind the panel. And so he continued on the deep thrust strategy. The recipient’s moans meant he knew he was doing well.

A flash of pride went by.

James had never been able to deep throat: the gag always seemed too strong.

But he tried again given this was such a gaggable cock.

“Mmm, yeah buddy. Do that.”

On the thrust in all of a sudden, the cock started pulsing its load directly into his throat.

He held steady and let the flow peak then subside.

Mmm. A copious load well taken.

James enjoyed the thought and sucked the staff clean.

“Hey. Come back tomorrow and you can do that again. I’ll bring a friend and you can do him too.”

“Er, yeah OK.” James responded. Had he just agreed to a cock sucking date?

It felt like he’d been in for hours but it has only been 45 minutes.

Pleased with how this was all going, James thought a change of scene was needed. He dressed, tucked his hard and leaky dick in his pants and wandered out to the store.

A few strangers were browsing some art porn books when he noticed a couple there.

He reckoned they were probably mid 30s.

A man at around 5.11 dark-haired and a petite blond with what James thought was a very beautiful ass.

He checked himself for staring at her just as her partner drifted off to the aisle of dildos and vibrators.

But it was too late. The blonde locked eyes on James and struck up the conversation first.

In a few minutes, James learned that the couple was on a fifth date and decided to pick up some toys for the weekend.

Suzanne seemed sweet and a little flirtatious which was OK by James. It added to his sense of total sexually.

When she asked what James was looking for be surprised himself when he answered, “well, you know how it is. A little bit of hot…”

They laughed a little which got the attention of her partner, Marc.

“To be quite honest with you, I came here for these booths back there.” He whispered to Suzanne”do you know, they have gloryholes back there?”

“Really?” She seemed genuinely intrigued and biting her lip, added, “that is so fucking hot.”

“Marc would like that.” She suggested and she looked over to him. James noticed an exchange of eyes between them followed a few moments later by a verbal exchange.

James checked out the straight porn publications and was startled to find a double for his wife Laura on the cover of Facial Babes: Full Force.

He chuckled at the slight comedic title while his cock pulsed at the thought of Laura being so covered in cum. An idea for when he got home, perhaps.

“Hey, James,” It was Suzanne, “Um, we’re going to find a cubicle and wondered if you’d like to join us..?” She asked boldly with a hint of schoolgirl coy.

James looked at her date, Marc and he indicated his consent with a slight nod and a smile.

“Sure. When in Rome, eh?”

He followed them into a slightly larger booth. Suzanne put on some gangbang porn. James spelled out what he was looking for.

“I’m here to suck cock. Is that OK with you?”

“That’s perfect,” said Suzanne. “I want to watch Marc get blown. And maybe suck a cock too.”

This seemed like a good transaction. James needed to get relief soon as well.

James got down to his knees and undid Marc’s belt.

Feeling inside, he extracted a semi-hard cock he started to jerk it to hardness.

Suzanne settled on the seating step into the shadow as she watched her date prepare for his blowjob.

James took the cock and pressed it up allowing long – 8 inch long licks from sack to leaky tip. He repeated glancing over at the woman who was transfixed at the sight.

James locked eye contact with her, opened his mouth and took her man’s cock a couple of inches.

Bobbing a couple of inches only they watched each other.

He noticed her mouth drop a little and look up to Marc himself watching a stranger he only became aware of 15 minutes before, take his penis.

James enjoying the hardening as he sucked.

The booth fell quiet but for audible breathing, the background hum in the shop and its occasional two-tone door chime and for wet sucking sounds.

The three were all lost in the moment.

Marc, his head falling back and eyes closed mouth open.

His date sitting in the gloom, watching, illuminated by the flickering TV screen.

Suzanne unconsciously stroked a tit running the other hand over her legs and between them.

James continued.

He took a moment to wonder how this couple came to the realisation the man wanted to be sucked and the woman to want to watch.

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(If you have never ‘tribbed’, you have absolutely no idea what you are missing. For those of you who have……….enjoy)

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Kelli asked.

“Nothing planned,” I replied.

“Want to lay out and get a tan before we go to Vegas?”

“Sounds like a good idea. Come on out and I’ll fix us lunch.”

“See you tomorrow.”

I had a suspicion she was interested in more than tanning. After our last little episode together, I sensed she might be hungry for more. There’s something about that first great orgasm that sticks in your mind, and when you need refreshing, it’s always nice to go back again.

She showed up about eleven, dressed in shorts and a bikini top. I greeted her in the drive with a big hug, and a kiss. As I held her against me, I could feel her nipples straining against the thin material and poke into my chest.

She wanted more!

We went inside and I opened a bottle of Chenin Blanc and poured us each a glass. I brought out some fruit and cheese and we ate a nice casual lunch, talking about her job, and all the happenings around town. She was up on everything.

“Grab you glass. I’ll bring the wine bucket, and we’ll lay out on the deck.”

I brought out a couple of towels and pillows for the lounges, and positioned them for us. I placed the wine bucket on the table between us.

Kelli stripped off her shorts and was about to lay down in the chaise when I interrupted her.

“You’re going to have tan lines, girl!”

“That wouldn’t be good! Would it?”

I shock my head and she stood back up and took off her bottoms. Still shaved clean. I noticed her lips were a little swollen and her clit protruded between them, just begging to be sucked. I resisted as she removed her top. Her small breasts stood out from her chest with those wonderful areola and nipples pointing skyward.

“Need some lotion?”

“Oh yeah. You?”

“Definitely!”

I bahis firmaları got out the bottle, squirted some into my hand and began lathering her arms with it. I then worked my way to her upper chest and on down to just above her breasts. I squirted a big glob of it between her breasts and began massaging it in. She closed her eyes and a small moan escaped her lips. Her hand dropped down between her slightly parted thighs and she slowly began to circle her clit with her finger. Her breasts were rock hard and now glistening in the hot afternoon sun.

I stopped massaging her and let her continue exploring her sex with her finger. It was now slowly moving in and out of her vagina, bringing moisture with it each time she withdrew. I could feel myself getting wetter just watching her. Her clit was standing proudly between her labia, and every so often she would circle it with her finger, dragging the moisture from her sopping vagina.

I could feel seepage from my own slit, as it slid down the crack of my ass. I scooped it up and smeared it all over my labia and clit.

“Wanna trib?” I asked, know she probably wouldn’t have a clue what that was.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s that? Sounds kinky.”

“Well………you probably did it with your best friend when you didn’t really even know what sex was, but just knew it felt good.”

“Dry Humping!” she exclaimed.

“Ever do it?”

“Oh yeah! With my best friend on sleepovers sometimes, then later with boys, usually in the back seat of a car!”

“Oh God, I did have a lesbian experience before you! Of course, at the time, it didn’t even seem like sex. But……….looking back on it, it was.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, it was in the summer. I was sleeping over at my friends house. They had a screened in gazebo in the back yard, and we were ‘camping out’. It started out as a kaçak iddaa lot of giggling and then we took turns pretending we were boys, and began kissing each other. I remember my pussy getting tingly and my panties wet, but never considered it being sex. Well………one thing led to another and soon she had crawled on top of me and began rubbing her panty covered mound against mine. I do remember it felt really good and by the time she ‘came’, and I know she did, because her breathing stopped and she shuddered on top of me. I know I didn’t ‘cum’, but I sure got wet and it felt really good. Right after that, she rolled of me and slid her hand down my panties. I remember vividly when she ran her finger over my clit. It was like and electric shock.

She pulled her hand back out and pulled my panties down.

She had to examine my huge clit. “Goodness……….your button is a lot bigger than mine!” I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but later, the boys seemed to shy away from it. We never experimented again. I think maybe it was my clit that scared her off. I always wanted to do it with her, but the sleepovers stopped and we drifted apart as friends.

I really enjoyed ‘tribbing’ you called it, but with the boys in the cars, it really wasn’t the same. I think it’s truly a ‘girl thing’. Not that it wasn’t enjoyable, but my fantasies always turned back to the first time. I guess girls should have been my thing. I mean, I still like a good stiff cock, but I think I like a wet pussy more, or at least as much.”

She looked at me with a puzzled look as asked, “Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly! Your like me, a late blooming bi. We want it all!”

“Well, anyway, it sounds like fun. My pussy is so wet, I guess it won’t be ‘dry humping’ will it?”

“I don’t believe it ever was!”

I turned around on the chaise and slid my legs toward her waist, sliding one under her and one over until our vaginas met.

“Perfect kaçak bahis fit!” I thought to myself.

I slowly pressed against Kelli, mashing her labia into mine, and causing her clit to try to sneak it’s way between my lips. Man, did that send a charge up my vagina, causing me to lubricate copiously, all over our lips. She began to slowly grind against me, forcing her lips against mine, driving her clit deeper into my cleft. Sloppy wet sounds emanated from the gooey mess between our legs. I pushed back harder and now we were totally locked together in what seemed to be a permanent scissors, humping against each other. I pulled her leg up to my face and began licking my way down her calve. She bent her knee enough so that I could get lower to her feet. I licked my way down her little foot and began sucking and licking her toes. She went wild, bucking harder against me.

I sucked harder on her tows and she went nearly insane with pleasure.

“Oh God, Oh God, Ohhhhhhh God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed over and over.

I pulled her tighter against me as she went over the top. I could feel the pulsing in her vagina with my own, causing me to orgasm with her. For minutes, she seemed to spasm over and over, shaking and grinding against me. We must have cum three or four times as our sloppy holes leaked all over us.

I finally released her leg and she collapsed back onto the chaise. Our pussies came apart and we both just lay back.

She got the giggles and couldn’t stop from the strength of her orgasm. When I finally could move, I got up on one elbow and looked up at her.

“Look at the mess we made!”

She sat up and looked down at the chaise where we had been locked together. A sticky wet spot was very significant on the chair. She got off the chair and onto the deck. Her face went to the spot and she began to lick all the juices from the fabric. When she was satisfied it was cleaned up, she pulled me to her and kissed me.

“All clean! Next time we better use a drop cloth!”

We both laughed and I moved to the other lounge chair.

“Only one week to Vegas!” I said

“Can’t wait!”

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