Timing Is Everything Ch. 01

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Last Saturday, it was made clear to me once again, that stalking has its benefits. I’m not some wacko who stalks a person relentlessly. I wouldn’t even call it stalking, really. I travel a lot with my job, and I have this simple hobby, which helps pass time, when I am in other cities. If I see a good-looking woman, in a car, I’ll follow her for a while. Usually until she gets to her next stop, or until she turns a direction that I am not interested in going. It’s just a game, really. That is, until one particular Saturday. I was waiting for the light to turn green when I noticed these two women in the car next to me. I was immediately taken with the simple attractiveness of both of them. The woman, who was driving the silver Lexus, was nice looking, with short blond hair. I guessed her age to be in the late twenties. The woman in the passenger seat looked to be a bit younger, at around 25 or 26 with shoulder length, light auburn hair. In the brief time I had to take a look, I couldn’t determine much else, other than the fact that I wanted to follow them to see where they were going.

When the light turned green, I hung back a few hundred feet and started playing my game. It didn’t take long to follow them to a parking lot where it was obvious that they were going to go inside a popular deli. As I watched where they might park, I looked for a place to park, as well. I got out and went ahead inside the deli, and stood in line at the espresso counter. By the time I got my mocha, and sat down at one of the tables, they were just approaching the same counter to place an order.

I figured that this was the end of my game, as usual, but I couldn’t help but notice what a fox the younger woman was. I was still thinking what her age was. She had to be 26 at the oldest. She was wearing a very short, navy blue skirt with a white, sleeveless blouse. She wore black high heel pumps, with no stalkings. Her well-toned legs had to be some of the very best legs I had ever noticed before, and I look at a lot of legs. Her stomach was flat, and she was definitely model material. Her measurements were about 35-23-34, and maybe about 105 pounds, and 5’5″ tall. She had a gorgeous face, and could easily pass for an Elizabeth Shue look-alike. The blond woman was also very nice looking, but she didn’t have the same affect on me since she was wearing nice slacks, instead of a dress. Don’t get me wrong, she was a knockout, but I was fixed on the legs and short skirt of the younger woman.

As I was eyeing up this fox, it seemed like time stood still. I was horny as hell by now, and I think that all of this actually had taken only a few seconds for me to take in. It was luck, but I was sitting next to a partition wall that separated some of the tables. Since the half wall had weird flowers, or some such shit, on top of it, they never did notice me when they sat down at the table on the opposite side from me.

It became apparent real fast, that they were there to meet someone. I couldn’t hear everything, but I heard enough to formulate my game a bit further. The blond woman was telling young foxy that she should feel lucky, because the other girls never had this kind of opportunity for their first time. By now, I had found out that the hot looking, younger woman was named Sandy. I suspected the older woman to be a manager of an esscort service. She seemed to be in charge, and kept giving Sandy advice and trying to keep her from being nervous. She kept saying stuff like, “don’t worry, it will be fine.” “You’ll do ok. The guy has a lot of money and influence, so try not to screw this up for us.” “If we can please Mr. Nelson, this could land us a lot of high dollar clients.” “Now try to keep calm, and keep your chin up and shoulders straight. You can do it.” “Now go to the ladies room and freshen up, hon. “Mr. Nelson should be out in the parking lot in about five minutes.” How are we supposed to recognize him, Sandy asked? We won’t, Debbie replied. “He said he will look for us, and that he wants to keep a low profile.” “We have already collected $1,000 on his American Express card, so everything on our end is set.”

Five illegal bahis minutes huh? I suddenly wondered if I could somehow pull it off. Wondered my ass! Hell, I made a split second decision that I was going to make things go my way. Shit, if nothing else, I was sure going to have fun trying. While Sandy was going to the ladies room, I quickly slipped out. As soon as I got out, I noticed that there was an empty parking space close to Debbie’s Lexus. I hauled ass to my rental car, and at the same time I was looking for this Mr. Nelson motherfucker. I never saw anyone hanging out in a car, so my heart was skipping beats like crazy. As I started the car and headed for my new parking spot, I was fantasizing about what I might do with Sandy. If I played this right, I was looking at the possibility of having one hell of a good time, without paying for it.

For a brief moment, I was stricken with guilt for what I had been thinking and fantasizing about. What was I doing, I thought? I’m married and quite happy as well. Although my wife and I, both at age 32, had talked about fantasies like this, it wouldn’t be right to do what I was now doing. I was just about to abort the whole thing when I saw them again. Its amazing how the male hormones change the way a guy thinks, almost instantly.

I was just approaching the empty parking spot when they came out of the deli. My timing was slow to get to the parking spot, so I immediately changed my plan. As I pulled up close to the women, I hit the button to roll down the window on my rental car. It’s great having my company to pay for nice rental cars, because I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to afford a Lincoln Town Car on my own. Who knows how luck works? I was in the right spot, at the right time, with a real nice car, and I had the inside info by now to pull this off. The two women saw me, and they noticed my widow coming down, as I kept eye contact with them. Calmly, and with a smile, I said, “looks like my timing was perfect.” Debbie looked at me and responded by asking if I was Mr. Nelson? I answered her with a lowered volume, saying, yes, but I would prefer to keep a low profile. Debbie smiled back at me and said she understood.

She introduced me to Sandy at that point. It was interesting how the two women looked a lot alike, but I dismissed it when I again looked at Sandy. I don’t even know how to describe the effect she was having on me. Her legs, being so long, shapely and toned, had me. Just making eye contact with Sandy was getting my cock going. To make it seem even more like I was the right guy, I asked Debbie if there was anything else I needed to know before I left with Sandy? In a very polite voice, and with a smile, she reminded me that they had already processed my credit card, and that all I needed to do was to have Sandy down in the lobby of my hotel by noon tomorrow. I was suddenly nervous that I might mess this up if she knew which hotel I was supposed to be at, but I didn’t. I took a chance and just said, I remember, no problem; she’ll be there. Great, said Debbie. As Sandy was coming around to get in the car, Debbie reminded her to do anything and everything that Mr. Nelson wanted because for $1,000 he was now in our top five-customer list. Be careful, hon, Debbie told Sandy. I just nodded a knowing look toward Debbie, but in my mind I couldn’t believe this was actually going to work out. As Sandy got in the car, I glanced at my watch. It was 10:00am right on the nose, and I got this feeling that I should get the hell out of there before the real Mr. Nelson showed up.

Sandy was stunning, sitting next to me, with her perfume drifting my way. We were pulling out of the parking lot when I noticed a black Infinity car entering the lot, being driven by a guy who looked like he might be a Nelson type of person. At that point, I didn’t give shit. I was going to have the beautiful slut that was sitting next to me. We turned left, and right behind us, coming out of the lot, Debbie drove straight through the intersection. I decided that I now had it made. I had the girl and was on my way. Since Debbie went the other illegal bahis siteleri way, she would not know where to find Sandy once the shit hit the fan. Mr. Nelson was bound to be on the phone at any time. I had this sudden thought of how pissed that guy would be once he found out he had been screwed over.

laughed out loud and then quickly shut up, as I did not want to blow it in any way. I didn’t know how much Sandy knew about the arrangement, but we sure as hell were not going to whatever hotel Debbie thought we were. Sandy looked over at me and asked what was so funny? I was quick on my feet, and just said that I was just excited. Sandy looked at me and said that she was excited too. I looked her in the eye and made the comment that she seemed nervous, to which she assured me that she wasn’t. I casually told her that it was ok to be a bit nervous, and that Debbie had told me it was your first time doing this. I lied, of course. She had a look of surprise on her face and asked, “she said that”? Oh no, I thought. I hope I didn’t just screw up. Sandy then said that usually, the client never knows any details about the person they are buying. Trying to fix my fuck up, I looked at Sandy, smiled, and said that Debbie just cares about you and asked me to be careful with you, since you were new to this. That seemed to make Sandy feel good.

We had only driven about a mile from the deli, and I decided it was time to start getting what I paid $1,000 for. Ha Ha. I smirked to myself. I looked at Sandy’s legs. Goddamn, they were nice, and then I looked at her tits, and I nearly crashed. I had to stop suddenly for a red light. Sandy’s nipples were poking through the material of her blouse. I asked Sandy if she noticed that I had a hard-on? Her voice quivered slightly as she answered, yes. I told Sandy to shift her body more toward me, and to open her legs a bit. I said I want to see your panties. Its brief moments like this that reveals a lot about a woman. Her nipples grew instantly more erect, as she did what I asked her to do. She smiled, licked her lips, and asked if I approved of what I saw? Her legs were spread about 10 inches, which made her skirt ride up high. Her panties were shear, lacy, and white, except for the growing damp spot. I could tell, even with her panties still on, that she was totally clean- shaven. My cock began straining in my pants. I was suddenly moved back to reality again when the car behind me laid on the horn. I guess I missed the green light. Oh well. There wasn’t a lot that bothered me, at that point.

We had left Debbie about fifteen minutes prior, and I was just pulling into my hotel lot, at the Hampton Inn. This was a moment of truth. If Sandy knew this to be the wrong hotel, I would have to think fast. At that moment, I heard a pager. Sandy reached into her purse and retrieved a pager and silenced it while looking at it. She said that Debbie was paging her and that she should call to see what she needed. I reached over and gently took the pager from Sandy. I turned it off and looked at her. We are on my dollar now, is that clear? If Debbie needs to talk to you, she will need to do it tomorrow at noon. Sandy quickly apologized and said she had not meant to offend me, but that the pager is for emergencies. By now I had parked in the hotel lot. I calmly reached around Sandy’s shoulder and pulled her to me. I brought her face up close to mine, never breaking eye contact with her.

I kissed her softly on the lips, backed off a bit, and told her I was not offended, this time. I could sense that she was nervous, but excited as well. I moved my right hand from her shoulder up to her neck and ear, softly caressing her. At the same time, I reached over with my left hand, and slowly touched her thigh, and continued a slow caressing movement up her legs. I could feel her pulse on her neck, and she seemed to be trembling slightly. As my left hand reached her damp panties, she tensed slightly, closed her eyes, and let out a soft moan. I knew I had her now. I allowed my fingers to trace all of the bumps and outlines of her cunt, through the panties, while canlı bahis siteleri at the same time, bringing her lips to mine again. Her mouth relaxed. My right hand was caressing her neck, cheek, and behind her ear, while I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I continued the mild French kiss and used my left hand to move her panties aside. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this as I slid a finger into Sandy’s cunt. She instinctively spread her legs wider and responded with her own tongue in my mouth.

She was wet, and getting wetter by the second. I pulled my mouth away from hers and looked into her eyes. She had a look of fear in her eyes, but she was also breathing very erratic and moaning to the movements of my fingers in and around her moist cunt. I pulled my hand out and away from her cunt while still looking into her eyes. I could tell her mind was going a mile a minute as I slowly brought my moistened finger up to her mouth. I think I like this, I thought. I mean, all of this mystery shit. She knows she is supposed to do whatever I want her to do, but at the same time, she is showing me that she is scared to death. I sensed her anxiety as I made her take my finger into her mouth. Slowly, she licked her own juices from my fingers. I asked her if she had ever tasted herself before. A soft “no,” was her only reply. I told her we were only just beginning to do a few things that she may never have done before. At that, I noticed that she got instant goose bumps on her legs and arms. Her breathing was heavy and her nipples were once again poking at her blouse.

I opened my door, got out, and went around to open Sandy’s door. She trembled as she got out of the car and began toward the hotel with me. I still had a hard-on, bigger than ever, and so we wasted no more time in heading to my room. Sandy looked at me, as we walked, and said that she thought I was staying at the Hilton. I did not make any reply, as I pulled the hotel room key from my pocket. Once inside the room, I pinned her gently to the wall with my body. Our eyes met and locked on to each other as I moved both of her arms high over her head. I could tell she was frightened as I held her hands to the wall above her head. I moved both of them to be held by my right hand, and I brought my left hand down to her tits. She was breathing very erratic but showed more fear. As I was caressing her tits through her blouse, she began to speak again. I shut her up by kissing her hard on the mouth. I pulled my mouth away from hers and took in her shear beauty.

Holding her arms up against the wall, over her head was a very sexy look. Her sleeveless blouse pulled tight against her full tits. Her underarms were clean-shaven and I leaned over and kissed and licked her left underarm. She got those goose bumps again and moaned slightly. There was still a quiver in her voice and her eyes were moist and I knew she was nervous about this whole thing. I think at that moment, she realized that she might be in trouble. I still held her to the wall, as I looked into her eyes and asked, “what were you saying about the Hilton?”

Her voice trembled as she looked at me. She said that she thought I was staying at the Hilton, and that it was the lobby of the Hilton where she was supposed to meet Debbie tomorrow at noon. I’m sorry if I have made you nervous, I said, as I let go of her hands and stepped back. She eased up a lot as I explained that in order to keep secret about my sexual encounter with her, I checked into this hotel for just one night. I told her that I still had my room at the Hilton, but that I did not want to run the risk of being seen by any of my other business partners. When we are done tomorrow, I will take you to the Hilton and let you off at the lobby before I go to the customer parking garage. She smiled widely and in a humble way, she apologized again for being nervous. I pulled her gently to me and hugged her. As we embraced, I asked her if she had any other concerns she wanted to talk about before we went any further? I told her that I could not go through with this if she could not trust me. I handed her the pager I had taken and told her that maybe she should call Debbie to see what she wanted. What a gamble that was. Oh well. Sandy said it could wait until tomorrow, as she found my cock and began to rub it through my pants.

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Football season is my season. My daughters don’t understand why but they know. No one is allowed to visit me on the day my team is playing. They think it very funny but remind each other it’s good that I have an interest. I do have the football on, the television to see the match and the radio to listen- if there are no delays with either. An old girl like me needs all the help she can get. Narelle, my oldest daughter, thinks it’s very funny.

She wasn’t laughing so much a fortnight ago when she turned seventy. I accused her of catching up with me. Soon we’ll be the same age I told her. She was horrified. When I told her she can do something about it she refused to listen.

The others at the party listened though and thought it terribly funny when I told of my plan. I intend to go to the South Pole soon, I told them. When there, I will walk around it, round and round, three hundred and sixty five days in the year, round and round counting. Every time I cross the International Date Line I take a day from my age. It’s important to count because they don’t have neonatal facilities there. Buying three cornered pants in the Antarctic is difficult. Changing them there is terrible too. It would freeze my little bot bot.

The worst thing is when someone walks the wrong way around the pole and adds days to their age. The cemetery there is full to overflowing with those who made the mistake. I think it’s very funny. Only Narelle didn’t laugh. I’m used to the idea of one day going to sleep and forgetting to wake up. I guess that comes with age.

I do have my fountain of youth though. He’s no secret but what we do together certainly is. My three daughters wouldn’t understand. Nor would his two sons. His oldest, Roger, is even older than Narelle.

Bill and I are friends. Very good friends. He was ahead of me at school, until he was made to repeat a year and ended up in my class. One day he approached and asked why I was the only one who hadn’t teased him. I didn’t know what to say and we walked the playground together while everyone else watched.

I was eleven then, the first girl in my class to be wearing a bra, the other girls were adorned with little bumps but I had genuine rose buds. It gave me a great deal of prestige. To remove all doubt of my accomplishments I took care that everyone could see when I changed for sport lessons

As the year progressed, I exchanged my little rosebuds for passion fruits. The other girls watched with envy and tried to demonstrate their lack of concern.

After vigorous sports classes we were expected to shower. It was fascinating to wrap myself in a towel and parade to the showers. With the towel removed the polite voyeurism gathered intensity and the other girls surreptitiously positioned them selves for the best view.

Sally was my most persistent admirer. One day, after we had both finally left school and were of legal age she invited me to her home. With the door to her bedroom closed behind us we quickly fell to inspecting each other. Such was our naivety we didn’t realise what made us virgins.

We found plenty for our fingers and tongues to do. It was with her I had my first orgasm, a big surprise for both of us. Minutes later she had her first. It was a time of enormous joy for both of us. There was massive ignorance about every thing sexual then. Though we didn’t understand what had happened it was obviously good.

My early development gave me a lot of respect and I could talk to who I liked. I talked to Bill. After that they left him alone and we became friends. We spent many lunch hours together in the library and talked of so many things. In spite of our immaturity there was always an electricity between us and I now know that energy was sexual. We were both aware of things happening underneath each others clothes but never had the courage to investigate more than we could see.

Frequently, we touched each other but always with a respect that I later regretted. It made me feel warm to be touched. It was a strange kind of warmth that made me feel wanted and beautiful. It made me want more.

The next year we were in the same class again. We continued to be very close and spent every possible moment together. We often talked about things we would now call conservation. The passion we put into it would have been put into sex if we had been older and it had been acceptable. It inspired me to become involved in so many things that earned me the description of greenie.

At first I was offended to be called a greenie because it was so derogatory, but now I’m proud of my efforts and gladly tell people I’m one. It’s amazing I never thought of looking for Bill in areas of conservation. It was him, after all, who took the little joeys from their pouches and nursed them to health and maturity after their mothers had been left on road sides as road kill.

At the end of the school year Bill came to me in tears. He was leaving- his father had been promoted and with it they had to leave. bahis firmaları We both cried. For about a year we wrote to each other, but never about the things most prominent in our minds. My Mother was an avid reader, as was his. The letter writing lost its frequency and soon didn’t happen at all. Bill told me though that he never forgot me. I know I never forgot him. I missed him terribly. I regretted that we had never fully explored each other.

Now, I can only wonder what would have happened if we’d found each other earlier. I’ve often thought of what would have happened if we’d met at different stages of our lives. The time I wonder about most was when our children were young. I know I wouldn’t have been able to control my self. Visions of Bill frequently flooded me and I imagined what he would look like. I often imagined his penis and how it would feel deep inside me.

There was a massive void in my life after Bill left. I never really filled it until I met him again, after so many years. When Sally and I eventually met it helped so much. I loved to explore deep inside her and I think she probably lost her virginity to my explorations as I lost mine to hers. We took comfort from each other with very thorough orgasms. It was reassuring and lovely being with her, but it was Bill I always wanted. I had many searches but never found him. I had no idea he was so close.

My memory of Sally still haunts me. We’d shared orgasms the day before. She was killed on the motor way when a truck lost its load and crushed her car, a week before my twenty second birthday. I still wear the ring she gave me for my twenty first birthday.

After her death I sought comfort from many others, mostly men but many women. I fucked them all but none replaced Bill or Sally. Some would say I was the town bike but it wasn’t true. I rode them all and took their orgasms, some times in groups but mostly one after the other with a feverish desperation that was frightening.

I eventually found my husband. He was working in conservation with an interest in bats. Together we made homes for them and caught them to identify which species they were. We were both fascinated that bats are identified by the shape of their penises and they are primates. His work necessitated that he be out at night frequently to study them. They were important because they pollinated many of our native trees. I knew the trees weren’t the only things being “pollinated” at night, that another primate was busy with his “pollination” and I wasn’t being “pollinated” as frequently as I liked.

At first I was a doting wife and we had three children, but the opportunity was too great and I began relationships with women. I picked them up at a lesbian bar and took them home to get their panties off. I loved the challenge and it wasn’t often I failed to dine on their sweet succulence. If I did I simply went back and found some one else. My pussy dripped with anticipation every time. My children loved staying with their Grandmother and she was very appreciative of every opportunity to have them.

Even that didn’t stop me from thinking about Bill. He married too and with his wife had two boys. He also discovered he wasn’t stupid, as he had thought. The term dyslexia became well known and with its diagnosis Bill lost a lot of his hesitancy.

Bill’s wife died of cancer when he was eighty seven. I lost my husband, John, when I was eighty six. It was almost on the same day. Bill decided to return to his roots and found a place on my road, just four doors down. It took a few years for us to find each other, years too valuable to have been lost.

I was weeding the front yard on a warm, sunny, autumnal day when a gentleman was walking past with his little dog. He stopped to say hello and asked where the nearest letter box was. We talked for hours until our bladders hunted us back into our homes. At least, mine did and I suspect his did too.

Next day he walked past again. He held the letter up to indicate he still had to post it. I said it must be important and he agreed. It’s to my school sweetheart he admitted with a giggle. He wasn’t sure it would get to her though. He hadn’t heard from her for more than seventy years he said. He didn’t even know her name any more. Then he looked at me carefully and asked if I might save him posting the letter. I had a thought that there was a lot more happening than I was prepared for. I some how knew this man but I wondered how.

“You wouldn’t be Mary Crucient, would you?” I stared at him for some time as my mind reeled back over the many years and suddenly it stopped.

“Bill?” I asked. “Bill Kinnlist?” I asked again. He was beaming. I put down the trowel and stood. I heard the clatter of his walking stick as I held my back and ran. We caught each other and hugged. He kissed me and we held each other tight as we sank to the lawn on our knees. It took some time to speak as we looked at the ravages of the years through the tears and hugged again.

I kaçak iddaa picked up his walking stick, his sons were insistent that he use it, and together we went inside. At my kitchen table we talked and drank coffee. He held his little dog in his lap and she, eventually content that her vigilance was unnecessary, fell asleep. The little dog twitched and yelped in a dream. We laughed. He told me he’d be lost without her and ran his fingers around her body with such familiarity that she didn’t wake up.

I shivered as I watched, the shiver raced up my spine and I suddenly thought of the school library. When he had to go, because his son was due to ring, to check that he was ok, it was dark. I stayed by the front door and listened until I heard his screen door slam shut. He wasn’t as steady on his feet as he wished but while safety was important, so was self esteem.

Bill had been a botanist for the Department of Woods and Forests. I had been a consultant to Local Government in the remediation of land post erosion and industrial insult. We were surprised as to how similar our careers had been and were surprised that we hadn’t found each other before. He continued to rescue native animals and I had rescued the habitats they needed. Perhaps it was the way it was meant to be.

Next day I went to his home. It was spartan in its furnishings but sufficiently comfortable. He talked about how his sons insisted that he not have a lot of “stuff”. The guiding principle was that one day they would have to clean it up. We laughed about our shared experience. We talked about death. Neither of us were worried by it and we thought working with plants and nature had given us the insight that death was a natural part of life.

As Bill had come “home” it was little surprise that we were now so close. What had once been single working mens cottages were now residences for the elderly and, unlike their inhabitants, they were heritage listed. It made me feel very old when Narelle prevailed and I left the family home to move in. It was ironic that I should be moving in to a working man’s cottage when all I really wanted was a working man. I wished the man came with it.

Our conversation went to the school library. I made sure it did. He had a twinkle in his eye as he remembered. I told him that his departure from my life had left a huge hole in my life. He wanted to know why and I told him I loved him and I always wanted to make love with him. He sat and listened as I went on. His head nodded in agreement as I told him I’d always wanted to show him my pussy but in the library it was never safe enough to do so and I was so shy.

He chuckled and said that after leaving he’d hungered for my touch. We changed subject but had established our willingness to share again. Being old, I guess we knew we had no time for niceties. I’d lost any need for them a long time ago any way.

We met again at my place and before he sat down I asked him to stand in front of me. He held the back of a chair as I undid his pants and let them drop. I ran my fingers over his underpants and felt what lay beneath before I pulled them down. He watched as I touched his dick and held his balls. It was no longer the smooth, super responsive machinery I had for so long imagined. I used to enjoy thinking of it grow and throb. Now it was limp and wrinkled and his balls hung lazily in their sack. He was handsome.

I helped him step out of his pants and stood before him. His hands went to my breasts and held them. I kissed him and slowly led him to my bedroom. As he sat on my bed and removed his shirt, I undressed.

For the first time I was offering him my pussy and mixed with the anticipatory thrill of being explored was the fear of being rejected. I am chronologically aged but it doesn’t mean I’m not alive. I have visited so many nursing homes and know the stench of pussies. Such is the disregard for the sexuality of aged women that they aren’t adequately washed. It is a distinct indication for the circumcision of women, the same as for men, for reasons of cleanliness.

I have thought this for a long time but never expressed it. I know I would be ridiculed. I make sure I am adequately washed and love the feel of a flannel loaded with shampoo. That’s my special treat as I work it around my treasured parts. My shampoo has the smell of apples and I love it.

It was wonderful to be able to lie along side Bill. Being naked, age spots, wrinkles and all, was beautiful. In trees I had always thought wrinkles were special. It took time for Bill to convince me the same applied to my wrinkles. The adaption of my skin due to age to look rather like bark was also difficult for me to accept as being beautiful.

Bill looked at me and kissed my forehead, as though to confirm my consent, and proceded to my breasts. He held them, weighed them in his hands, studied them, ran his finger along the scar where I’d had a lump removed and another where I once fell on a tomato stake. His touch was wonderful, kaçak bahis his tremor seemed to add to the specialness of it.

Why would I want to sit in an armchair with my knitting when I could have this? I have more than enough knee rugs. I watched Bill’s face as he explored. It was alight with surprise and happiness. The small oranges had become melons, now they were reverting to small oranges again, in skin that was stretched a long way from pert. He had a lot of catching up to do. I was impatient for him to find my pussy. Eventually, with soft kisses he ventured down my belly, past the caesarian scar, to my pussy. It had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in it.

He found my pussy and gave it his special attention. My knees were as far apart as I could get them. I had my bum on a pillow. I wanted my presentation to be complete. He wasn’t shy to look or touch. I didn’t have to guide him or ask for anything. He was special. I was touched every where and it made my pussy glow. When his fingers stretched deep inside me and danced it was beautiful. So much better than a doctor hunting for a prolapse.

When he pulled back the hood and touched my clitoris it was electric and I moaned. I could feel my juices trickling down between my thighs. It was so special. He could have explored all day, I wanted him to, but he took another look and lay beside me. His fingers touched my aching clitoris and his tremor provided a gentle but rapid stimulation.

It wasn’t long and I surprised myself with an orgasm that had me yelling as I jumped around the bed. It was beautiful, the first I’d had in many years. He laughed and said at last he’d found a use for his tremors. We lay together, his hand on my pussy while his fingers ventured inside or teased my clitoris. My hand alternated between stroking his dick and fondling his balls. I dearly wanted him to orgasm. I’d been deprived of that for so long. We kissed, hugged and held each other as with cracking voices we whispered to each other.

It didn’t go further than that. Narelle rang to say that she was five minutes away and that gave us just enough time to get dressed and coffee ready. She looked at Bill as though he was an unnecessary complication, not exactly rude but certainly perfunctory. Bill excused himself to go home and my daughter was free to harass me again.

I never mentioned her weight. She was embarrassingly obese and for all her concern that she would have to tidy up my estate, I had a sneaky feeling I’d have to deal with hers. Unfortunately, she had learned that with her tongue she could do a lot more than with her body. She was comfortable as she sat and ordered people around.

It irritated me that I always had visitors when the football was on. I loved my team, or, at least, the boys on my team. Their tight little shorts and superb physiques were to die for. When they won it was beautiful as they jumped around with the joy of it. I decided to introduce a new rule that would offend my daughters but at the same time give them some relief from what they considered their obligation. That was me.

I announced that I didn’t just want to watch the game but also the pre and post match reports. I wanted to watch the football all day. That would give me one day every week when I could entertain Bill, or be entertained by him, without being disturbed. Other days were fun too but we didn’t like the feeling we were sneaking our sex.

Bill did the same and his sons approved of him having an interest. Fortunately he chose to follow the same team I followed when we had walked together in the play ground so long ago. Every weekend we would go to bed together. With food and drinks at hand we explored and played with each other. Being in bed was easier for us. It gave us some control over our tremors and the exhaustive process of exercise.

Some times we mourned the years that were lost, the years when orgasms were easy and our bodies were beautiful. We loved each other’s touch and the joy of mutual exploration. As much as I hungered for his touch he hungered for mine. At my age I would never have thought I’d have orgasms. How utterly satisfying it was when I did and later, when changing the bed, to see the wet spots. Bill’s dick didn’t always behave. He had trouble maintaining erections. As the months passed though, its behaviour improved and eventually we were able to fuck.

How wonderful that word is. So much better than the toys we had been using. We sometimes wondered whether we should have fucked in the library. Bill told me that his first orgasm was about a month after he had gone and he had desperately wanted to show me what he could do. It was a bygone and we settled on that.

In spite of the past, the present was enjoyable. I often wished we weren’t suffocated by the attentions of our children, none of whom would have approved of our relationship. I knew Narelle’s life was sexless and I suspected that Sharon’s and Esther’s were too. I wanted to gather them in my arms and talk to them. They, however, would have attributed my opinions and behaviour to dementia or senility. My being known as a greenie had entitled me to some eccentricity but that would have been too much.

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They stood in a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist and her fingers pressing into the small of his back. They slowly broke away from their passionate kiss, opening their eyes and gazing at each other. They whispered their goodbyes and stared to move apart.

He hailed the approaching bus, turned back for one last stolen kiss as it pulled up. He climbed onto the bus, waving his pass at the driver for that briefest of seconds it took for him to turn his head, flick his eyes towards the date printed on it, then turn back to look forwards out of the bus windscreen, nodding silently. She walked down the pavement alongside him as he moved down to find a seat. Their eyes locked one last time through the window as he pulled away. They waved and smiled at each other, content with the memories of what the weekend had held but very conscious now of how quickly the time had passed.

He looked over his shoulder as the bus picked up speed but he quickly lost sight of her. She stood and watched, first him, then his window, then the side of his bus, then the back, then it’s brake lights glowing in the queue of buses, losing track of which one he was on as it meandered down the street through the throng. She closed her eyes, took a slow deep breath and smiled as she exhaled. Neither knew it, but at that moment they were both doing exactly the same thing.

—

The bus pulled up, It’s doors folded open and the small crowd of people around the exit doors disembarked. He walked the few paces down the street to the Underground station, the familiar smell wafting over him as he went through the tickets barriers. Normally he’d walk down the left of the escalator, hurrying to catch a train, but this time he stood on right, relaxing, letting the mechanical stairs do all the work for him as others pounded past.

He glanced across the broad, 45-degree shaft, remembering Friday evening as they’d rode up on that very escalator together. She’d stood on the step above him, turned to face him eye-to-eye. Unashamedly, they’d kissed and giggled in full view of the hundreds of other travellers, unabashed by the constant looks of envy, lust and disapproval their public display of affection garnered.

They’d gone to a family-run Italian restaurant in Soho. The grinning head waiter had seated then at a small round table by the window, the ornate lace edging of the table cloth reaching almost to the floor. They sat opposite each other, rubbing hands and gazing into each other’s eyes, laughing and joking, smiling.

She watched as he took in the sight of her again, her silky three-quarter length rose-red dress, tiny straps over her freckled shoulders, tight at the waist and bust to show off her slim figure, dark hair in large ringlets arrayed down to her firm bosom, her sparkling eyes and her smile, seeing reflected in his hungry eyes that all her effort was truly appreciated.

She turned her head and pretended scratched her neck, sneaking a furtive glance around the room to make sure no-one was paying them any attention. He was smiling with the kind of contented glow only a good meal and two glasses of wine in exquisite company can bring. She gently rubbed the tips of his fingers with hers.

It was as though an unconscious decision had been made in the back of her mind. A tiny gush of warmth ran through her entire body as she realised what she was considering, quickly turning to intrepidation and determination. The waiter had just put their deserts on the table. She waited until he retreated back to the kitchen before gently easing off one of her slip-on low heels, careful not to make any visible movements above the table.

He was regaling her with the story of his first music festival as they began to eat again. She slowly reached her bare foot out under the table, hidden in the folds of the long table cloth, the thrill of her intimate intentions in such a public place sent shivers along the length of her leg, up her back, her audacity and daring so soon in their relationship making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her crave even more the physical sensation brought about by attempting such illicit contact. She searched blindly but carefully and patiently, inching across the floor between them, bumping against the toe of his shoe. He paused as he spoke, looking straight into her eyes and smiling for a moment, before looking back down as he reloaded his spoon and continued to talk.

He was a little suprised as he felt her foot start to make it’s way up, gently hooking under the hem of his trouser leg and rubbing against his ankle. He realised she was barefoot as her toenails gently scratched his skin. He looked back up; she was pulling her spoon out of her mouth. She ran her tongue over it’s surface as she did, knowing only he would see and appreciate what it meant. Her eyes sparkled with her hidden message.

She let his trouser leg fall back down and began to slowly trace up the inside of his calf with the edge of her big bahis firmaları toe. He was no longer eating dessert and his story was starting to become confused, his breathing slightly faster and shallower. As she passed his knee and changed direction, his eyes flicked briefly closed before he slowly and deliberately looked around, over each shoulder. The other customers were all engrossed in each other. His eyes lingered on the steady flow of foot traffic along the street outside, passing the floor-to-ceiling window; some of the hurrying faces glanced in.

He quickly glanced down, checking the elaborate lace of the table cloth was obscuring their intimate moment from public view. She had hitched the cloth over her foot, hiding in it’s deep blue billows. Satisfied that no-one could see, and also that there wasn’t about to be an accident that would be awkward to explain, he steadied his nerve and looked back across at her.

It took him a moment to notice that her posture was slightly different, as though she had slumped down a little while he was distracted. He glanced down again; her foot was moving forward along his inner thighs, emerging from the gathered cloth. He felt a delicious charge of anticipation, watched her begin to raise her spoon to her lips, her tongue licking it’s edge as she slid it’s contents into her mouth, the mental image sending a spike of arousal through his body just as her outstretched toe reached his crotch.

His daydreaming abruptly ended as he felt the escalator begin to level out. He stepped off the end and walked towards his platform, a sly grin on his face and one hand in his pocket, suddenly very aware of how tight his trousers had become in the last twenty seconds.

—

He was used to the deafening noise of the Jubilee line, one of London’s loudest Underground routes, as it passed under the centre of the capital. The roar of the train rushing through the tunnel put a deafening curtain of sound around each passenger, isolating everyone even further than the usual courtesy every Londoner afforded their fellow travellers by completely ignoring them. Anywhere else, if you stood as close to someone as rush hour commuters packed onto trains did, you’d be socially obliged to at least trade telephone numbers, but as he sat down and the train pulled away, a few seats remained empty.

A teenage couple on the seats beside him were unconsciously taking advantage of the extra privacy and were necking quite openly. He could feel the cushioning of his seat moving as they shifted with the rocking of the train. He closed his eyes to block out the adverts posted along the angled ceiling and let his head fall back.

He couldn’t help but think back to the previous night, the two of them sitting on the sofa in her living room. They were slouched next to each other, his arm around her, fingers stroking her shoulder, her arms around his waist as she snuggled up to him, her legs tucked up beside her. The film they had been watching played on unheeded, their wine glasses stood forgotten as their contents continued to breath.

The film’s main characters had finally admitted their feelings for each other and were sinking into a passionate first kiss. He squeezed her shoulder again, listening to her quiet sigh, then moving his arm to embrace her across her body, trying to appear casual as he let his hand fall into it’s most natural position – upon her breast. His own trepidation was rewarded with another louder sigh and she shifted slightly to bring her free hand up to his own, covering it and gently pressing against his fingers.

His thumb was resting on her bare skin and his fingers were cupping round the bust of her dress. She pressed the palm of her hand against the back of his, gently rubbing across her erect nipple. Her encouragement brought the results she was hoping for as she felt his cupped hand tighten and squeeze, pressing into her bosom, his fingers reaching round her side, sending electric tingles of excitement wherever they touched her skin.

He smiled as she nuzzled against his chest, feeling her breathing become deeper as he slowly twisted his hand, allowing his fingertips to circle the very edges of her bosom. He felt her nipple come to full erection as it touched the palm of his hand through her satin low-cut top and fine lacy bra. Her hand slipped down to his belly, slipping up under his T-shirt, her finger nails lightly dragging across his stomach. He couldn’t stop a groan escaping his lips and he looked down at her just as she turned her head to look up at him.

She didn’t kiss him right away. After a moment she sat up straight, shuffling slightly across the sofa and bringing her leg across his body, straddling him. Her hands pulled at his back, bringing him closer to the edge of the sofa, pressing his body into hers. She pushed her heaving breasts against his upper torso as she looked down at his face, thrusting her mouth against his with uncontrollable passion, letting her lips run down to the kaçak iddaa side of his head, nibbling at his earlobe and running her tongue down his neck. She heard his groans of delight in her ear; felt his hands as her waist work under the line of the top, then slowly work lightly up her back. His fingers pressed into her and began to drag down.

He felt her rapidly probing tongue falter as he slowly pulled his splayed-out hands down her back, putting just enough pressure through his finger tips to pull slightly on her skin. Her eyes closed and her head slowly tilted all the way back, a long low moan rewarding his perfect technique. He’d discovered how much she liked his ever-so-simple back massage the night before when they’d returned from the restaurant. He knew the sensation of the deliberately drawn-out strokes, spread widely either side of her spine, changed as he went down from her shoulders, over her ribcage, down her waist and ended as low on her buttocks as her could reach, a roller coaster of simple sensation.

She tried staying as still as she could as he reached up for another stroke. As he passed her shoulder blades, they fell as the anticipation turned to deep relaxation. Her lips parted as his fingers undulated over her ribs, then gasped sharply as he reached her diaphragm, a deep breath pushing her breasts up further against him. Her arms hung limply at her sides, his amazing control over his fingers blanking her mind as he exerted his mastery over her body. As his stroke ended, she reached up her back to the clasp of her bra.

He paused as she moved, knowing the strap across her back was irritating her, depriving her of the full unbroken sensation she craved. He felt he breasts shift ever so slightly as she uncoupled their support. Her head came forward and she opened her eyes, looking straight at him as she brought her fingers to her shoulders, plucking the straps of her top and her bra between her thumbs and forefingers. He moved his arms out of her way, running his hands down to her legs, finding her exposed ankles and wrapping his fingers around them.

As she pulled the straps apart, his gaze moved down. She could see the expectation building in his eyes. She knew just how much he enjoying looking at her. Whenever they were together his eyes were constantly darting about her form whenever she moved. He couldn’t hide his attraction for her if his life depended on it. She drew out the revelation, smiling as his eyes darted left and right, taking in every detail as she slowly let her clothes fall about her waist. As she straddled him so closely, her breasts fell right in front of her face. She took a deep breath, letting her breasts rise up a little as her nipples were exposed, putting them directly at his eye level. He glanced up at her face and a huge smile beamed across her delicate features, adoration in her eyes at his unbridled appreciation of the delightful form she had expended so much time and energy acquiring. She lowered her arms, let the straps slip over her hands, then gave him a coquettish wink. Her hands came back up under her breasts, cupping them, leaning further forward, turning slightly at the waist to bring an erect nipple towards his lips.

The driver was making an announcement about engineering works closing the next stop as the train stood at a platform. A surge of adrenaline pumped through his body, dispelling the magical scene as panic overtook him. He looked through the windows for the station signs; he’d completely lost track of their progress. The high pulsing alarm that the doors were about to close began to sound just as he realised where he was and he sprang up, slipping between the rubber edges as the doors slammed shut. He glanced back at the train. The teenage couple were giggling as the train pulled away. His commuter instinct knew their amusement came from his sudden and ungainly departure. He didn’t mind at all.

—

His feet seemed to fall of their own accord, taking him through the maze of connecting tunnels, escalators and overpasses between the Underground and the main line platform. He passed animated adverts featuring underwear models in this summer’s must have swimwear; a virtuoso busker playing the double-bass; two ticket inspectors chatting loudly on the station platform; none of it consciously registered.

He stood up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him from her straddling position as he lifted her. The wine glasses were quickly moved off the coffee table to make room for her gorgeous body. He laid her gently along it’s length with her waist just on it’s edge. They kissed urgently as he leaned over her. He quickly began to make his way down her neck to her other breast.

She unwrapped her legs from his waist as he worked his tongue under her jawline, letting him shift his weight. The ease with which he had moved her belied her slight frame as he began to exert his control over her. Her anticipation of what was to come began to build as she surrendered to him completely. kaçak bahis She wriggled her body up along the table a little and spread her legs as wide as she could, giving him enough space on the edge of the surface for him to comfortably lean on. Her exposed position brought a tingling feeling of arousal to her stomach, she knew he was a capable and unselfish lover and that he was enthralled with discovering every inch of her. She knew the more she gave up to him, the more he would give back.

His tongue began to swirl around her nipple and he surrounded it with his lips, gently sucking it up into his mouth. His eyes darted up and he saw she had her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. He put his teeth behind his lips and pinched them together hard against her excited nipple, making her moan loudly.

She felt him move down a little further, fluttering the tip of his tongue down her cleavage and around under her breast. He paid undivided attention to every inch of her he passed over. She could feel her arousal moving down from her stomach like nervous butterflies. He shifted down again, kissing her belly-button while his wide-spread fingers went back to work, this time dragging down her breasts and her ribs to the waist of her long white skirt, which was now riding up and exposing her thighs.

Her vulnerability to his every touch drove him on to exploit her vulnerability. The outcome of his endeavours was inevitable, but the previous expectation of what was to come would only heighten her pleasure when he finally reached his destination. He began to run his hands over her legs, starting at her ankles and working up, down, around, tracing patterns, all the way to her buttocks. His hands ran up under her skirt, touching her everywhere but the one area she desperately wanted him go. He slowly closed in, tracing concentric boundary circles, first over her red lacy knickers, then probing just under the edges.

He was dragging it out, she knew. Teasing her, deliberately seeing how far he could push her, how great her yearning could build, his senses pushed to their limits as he fed off her reactions to the pleasure he inflicted upon her delightful body. She moaned, writhed, cried out; her will to let him continue fought desperately against the building primal need to be penetrated, to be taken, to give him back the pleasure he gave so willingly to her; her limbs fluttered and her breath came in spasms; caught between the exquisite pleasure of the present and the blissful fruition of the immediate future.

She gulped down a shallow breath and he recognised the signal he was waiting for. He finally ran a finger over her knickers down the length of her vagina. Her entire body bucked and jolted up from the table. He ran the finger back the other way and she cried out as he mercilessly tantalised her. She arched her back as he hooked his fingers deeply into the waistline of her skirt. His hands drew down slowly, her neatly trimmed pubic hair revealed as he stripped her bare. She brought her legs together above her and he sat back, the plush white skirt and her soaking red lace knickers sliding down her knees and dropping to the floor over her feet.

She took hold of her ankles again, pressing them together and raising them, straightening them above her.

His final train pulled into the station. As he climbed aboard for the half-hour ride he picked up a discarded newspaper. He found an empty section of seats facing each other, tossed the paper on the seat opposite and sat down, putting his feet up. He unslung his bag from his shoulder, settled it in his lap and clasped his hands underneath it, a distant smile playing across his lips, a thousand-yard stare forming for a few moments before he closed his eyes.

—

She slid her key into the door of her flat, twisted and pushed. It creaked open and she closed it behind her, dropping the keys on the floor and kicking off her shoes. She hung her handbag on the back of a chair and surveyed the disarray around her.

A half empty wine bottle sat on the bookshelf next to her graduation photo. The TV was off but the DVD player had been running all night. She grinned as she surveyed the room and set to work. Straightening up the sofa cushions, putting the wine glasses in the kitchen, returning the DVD to it’s case, lining the coffee table back up just the way she liked it and fishing her knickers, skirt, bra and top out from under the easy chair.

She went into the bathroom and threw the laundry into the basket. He’d left a toothbrush and toothpaste of his own by the sink and she couldn’t help but smile again as she put it in the mug on the window sill with hers. The shower had a butt-print on the glass from their shared time there that morning. Oh yes, it was hers, as were the hand prints above it where he’d pinned her in place. She giggled and hummed to herself as she sprayed the glass with the shower head and wiped it clean. The towels they’d used were already folded neatly on the radiator, although she didn’t remember when they’d been put there. The last she remembered of them was when they’d both fallen to the kitchen floor, just before she hopped up onto the worktop and wrapped her legs around his waist.

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I finally caught my husband cheating on me. No, I didn’t find him in bed with another woman. Jim had been going out nights lately. It was always some lame excuse. One evening I followed him. He said he was going to shop for some pants. He drove instead to a townhouse development. A woman greeted him at the door with a kiss.

It was almost a relief. I was getting tired of my husband anyway. I had my eye on someone else. He was the neighbor across the street, Matt. I knew Matt had graduated high school but he didn’t seem to work or go out much. One day I went over and knocked on the door. I made sure I wore a tight shirt and had shorts on. Matt answered the door and he looked me over.

“Can you give me a hand over at my house?” I asked him.

He wanted to know what I needed. I started to walk towards my house. He ended up following me. Once we got inside he asked again what I needed done.

“Just this,” I told him.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and I unsnapped my bra. I thought Matt’s eyes would pop out.

“I need a man to take care of my needs. Are you up to the task?”

I pushed my shorts down to the canlı bahis floor. Matt got a good look at my shaved pussy. I headed back down the hallway to the bedroom. Matt quickly followed me back. He shed his clothes and I finally got to see him naked. Matt was tall and thin. I would see him running daily. His cock was just the way I like them, thick. Matt joined me on the bed and we began to kiss. I wanted him hard so I lowered my face to his prick.

I took hold of his member and I brought it to my mouth. I ended up taking him an inch at a time down my throat. Matt got hard quickly. I am guessing he was around seven inches in length. I got carried away. I was squeezing his balls and going right down to the root. I’m guessing Matt wasn’t used to this kind of action. I saw his body tense up and he ended up shooting his load down my throat.

Matt must have been full. I was swallowing as much as I could but his seed was leaking out and down my chin. He must have cum a good five minutes before he calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wasn’t expecting all this.”

I told him not to worry. The thing was, Matt didn’t bahis siteleri get soft. He was still hard as could be. I couldn’t waste this. I ended up mounting his midsection. I took hold of his prick and guided it to my pussy. I slowly sunk down. I was tight. My husband hadn’t fucked me in awhile. Matt felt huge as his cock went deeper inside my pussy. I was feeling shivers up and down my spine. I needed Matt to give it to me hard.

That is what he did. He brought his hips up and his ass left the bed. He pounded my pussy and I screamed as he took me. I told Matt to reach up and pinch my nipples. That always brought me right to the edge. This time was no different. I was having one orgasm after another. I was screaming for Matt to fuck me as hard as he could. He did just that. Matt even managed to give me more of his cum. It wasn’t that much but he coated my pussy walls.

I collapsed onto Matt’s chest. He held me as I tried to get myself calmed down. It was safe to say I hadn’t been fucked like that in a long while. Matt stayed hard for a while longer inside me. I had even more small orgasms. I wasn’t about to give up my new bahis şirketleri lover. Matt said he had put off going to college by one semester. I would be able to enjoy his cock awhile longer.

Matt would come over most days and fuck my pussy. He would end up taking my pussy for long periods of time without cumming. Matt was like an animal some days. I would lie flat on my chest on the bed. Matt would lift my ass up and take me hard from behind. My new, young lover was like a cum machine. He was always able to give me a large load of his baby batter. As time went on I was starting to fall in love with Matt.

I never said that to him. I knew he would be heading to school soon. I wondered what I would do without his cock. One of our final sessions, I pleaded with Matt to breed me with his seed. That made him unload in my tight pussy. His hot cum was leaking out of me down my ass crack.

“Did you really mean that, about breeding you?” He asked me after we finished.

I told him it was one of my fantasies. For him to give me a big belly.

“Maybe when I finish my first semester we can discuss it again.”

My pussy tingled with the thought of Matt seeding my fertile eggs. I did want him breeding me. Matt finally left for school. I have been thinking of divorcing my husband. We are just roommates now. I want Matt to be my full time lover.

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I had downloaded the video from the camera while we were dressing, so it was ready for viewing as soon as we returned. We both were eager to see the recording, but Diane, as might be expected, had mixed feelings – aroused, but fearful at the same time. She accepted my statement that I had no qualms about her activities, but she was afraid that when I actually saw her being screwed, that I might regret what had happened. I suspect that her worries were logical, given the circumstances, but those concerns were quickly eliminated when she saw my reaction to her performance. For me, it was the most unbelievably erotic thing I had ever seen or, really, imagined. It was if the scene inThere’s A Girl in My Souphad been played out in its entirety rather than being cut off just as the good part was beginning! As we watched it, we were both naked, and my cock was so hard that it hurt. I was afraid to touch it for fear that it would erupt all over the bed. Diane, beside me, had no such fear, and was playing with her cunt almost from the beginning. Any reservations that we had about everything that happened – and I don’t know that we had any except for Diane’s fears – vanished almost immediately.

The picture started with a view of me leaving the room after setting up the camera. There was the usual blank scene as the camera shut off after movement stopped after I left, followed by Ed Simpkins stepping inside the room. He looked nervous as he looked around before hurrying to the closet furthest from the door and stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. The camera shut down for a moment until the outer door opened and Diane and her mother came in. Diane’s head and eyes went immediately to the closet as they continued their conversation. Her mother was saying, “You’ve had a long day and you’re going to be tired tonight. Oh, you look beautiful in that dress! It was a beautiful wedding and the reception has been perfect! I think that you should change into your travelling clothes now. That way I’ll be able to help you take your gown off. I doubt that you can get to the zipper.”

“Oh, mother, I don’t think that I should take that long! It would seem peculiar if the bride wasn’t there right to the end!”

“Now, don’t be silly! You have to change before you can leave – everyone knows that. Here, let me get your suit out.”

The sound came through very clearly from the camera and I could hear nervousness in Diane’s voice as she replied, “Oh, mother, I know that I have to change, but I’ll just rest for a few minutes here and then come back out in my gown to see our guests one more time.” Of course I knew, as her mother didn’t, why Diane wanted to stayed dressed! While she badly wanted Ed to see and feel her breasts, she hadn’t thought of him seeing her without her wedding gown.

However, she was trapped by her mother who, with maternal instincts, wanted her daughter to rest before leaving the reception. “Come on Diane, you’re being silly!” Then, with arched brows and a knowing expression, she continued, “I know that Jim will want you to be well rested when you get to the hotel! Now, come over here and let me undo your zipper.”

Helpless to explain why she wanted to stay dressed, Diane stood there, a confused and anxious expression on her face. Inexorably, her zipper was pulled down, the dress slipped off of her shoulders, and, very shortly thereafter, she stood there, a delectable figure wearing only her panties, garter belt and hose! Her mother’s surprised reaction was, “Why Diane, what happened to your bra?” She accepted, without further questioning, Diane’s explanation and that I had it in my pocket. “Well, I knew you had it on at the wedding! It doesn’t matter. Your other, ‘going away’ underwear is in the case there. Here, I’ll hang up your gown and pick it up after you’re gone.” Then, almost giving Diane a heart attack, she opened the closet door, took out a hanger and hung her wedding gown on it, saying, “There’s your suit for later.” Happily, Ed was in the other closet, otherwise this would have been a very different story.

Diane stood there, half naked, in way over her head, not having any idea of what to do. Surprisingly, however, as she admitted later, her mind was in turmoil, half fearful and thinking that she should get clothes on before Ed came out, the other half excited at the idea of being seen as she was. At that point, doing anything other than permitting Ed to see and feel her was never crossed her mind. Watching the movie with me, lying naked in bed, she said, “I was scared but very hot, and I thought that I would let him really feel me, say that I had to get back to the reception and let him watch me dress! That idea really excited me! Then, mother threw me into a tizzy!”

“It’s a good thing that I came up here rather than Jim! Seeing you standing there like that, I don’t think that he’d wait till tonight! I think that you need to stay here and rest awhile – I’ll tell Jim so he won’t wonder where you are. You’ve talked to everyone already, so relax awhile and then change into your suit and you’ll be ready to leave. Here, you just lie down here on this lounge and maybe even bahis firmaları take a short nap. It’s about 45 minutes before you’re scheduled to leave, so don’t hurry! Now, don’t argue with me! I’ll go out and get everything ready for your grand entrance in your beautiful suit. Lock the door behind me – we don’t want anyone to walk in and see you like that!”

She left and shut the door behind her. Diane commented, “If I had been dressed, I think I would have run after her! My mind was a complete muddle – I was so aware of being almost naked that the desire to be seen and felt was swallowed up! The idea of another man seeing me like that was incomprehensible! I honestly never even thought of anything but that I didn’t want him to see that much of me. I suppose that I was naive, but doing anything more than having my tits seen and felt on my wedding day never occurred to me. If I had had a skirt on, I think that I would have welcomed being alone with him, but I just felt too exposed! Anyway, I was stuck, so we’ll see what happened.” (Again, her use of the word “tits” was very rare, and it showed her level of excitement.)

Her nervousness was obvious in the picture as she reluctantly walked to the door and turned the lock. There was a long pause as she just stood there, not knowing what to do. Her quandary was ended as the closet door quietly opened as Ed peeked out to see if the way was clear. As his eyes focused on Diane, you could tell that he was almost overcome by the sight. Here he was expecting to have a minute or two, perhaps longer, to pull her dress down and play with her tits. Instead, he saw this beautiful young woman, a new bride, standing there wearing only a pair of very brief and very thin panties. His eyes didn’t literally fall out, but even in the picture you could see then open wider as he took in the sight.

It was an awkward moment – neither knowing just what to do – until Ed finally broke out of his trance and came over to her. She just stood there, looking down, still in a trance of her own, as he hesitantly reached up and cupped her tits. It was an unbelievable sight! Her tits had never been seen by another man, much less felt, and there she was, having them fondled and squeezed! Her reaction was just as amazing! Rather than pulling away in shock or maidenly modesty, Diane thrust them forward into his hands! Her downcast eyes now looked up at him, a look of excitement and arousal on her face. Obviously, she welcomed his exploration and made no effort to disguise the fact.

It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, or, probably, ever will see. My new wife, my bride, standing there with his hands running over her, she clearly and active participant in the scandalous activity. In some way, the panties, garter belt and hose made it more lascivious than if she had been completely naked. I swear I almost went off as I saw his hands roaming over her, first just on her breasts and, gradually, one going down onto her panties. Diane, watching beside me, may actually have done so as her fingers played between her legs. Neither of us said a word as the sex play continued in front of us.

For me, the whole situation was surreal – I was looking at the equivalent of a porn show which was exciting in itself, but also seeing my new wife ready to have sex with another man on my wedding day! For Diane, she was shocked to see herself being fondled, unbelievably aroused by it, but, in the background, a fear at what was about to happen – fear that I might regret what I was about to see, combined with a bit of inevitable guilt. Still, neither of us could take our eyed off of the screen as the progression toward adultery proceeded.

On the screen, it was obvious that Diane was lost in the throes of sexual excitement. As Ed’s fingers ran over her panties, her pelvis pushed forward, increasing the contact. The fingers cupped her public bone, pulling upwards as she surged toward him. His other hand was still on her tit, squeezing it so that the nipple seemed to pop up like a small cock. The position was awkward, still standing, having to stagger a bit to maintain their balance. Spontaneously, they began kissing, open-mouthed, something that Diane normally disliked. However, she eagerly entered into it, and, even on the screen, you could see their tongues probing each other’s mouth.

Suddenly, and you could tell when it happened, his fingers found her clit through her panties, causing her knees to bend and her legs to separate. That was too much for their precarious balance, and they almost fell, Ed barely able to hold her up. Putting his one arm around her back while still holding her by her cunt through her panties, Ed managed to move them over to the lounge and they collapsed on it together. The kissing started anew while he really began rubbing her clit, causing her spread her legs and begin humping up in down in wild excitement.

Then, abruptly, he pulled away from her as she lay there, and, grasping the waistband of her panties on each side, he, without opposition, simply pulled them off. There, for the first time as a married woman, Diane was completely naked – but the man looking kaçak iddaa down at her wasn’t her husband! She made no effort to cover herself, and, instead, actually spread her legs, completely exposing her cunt. She lay there, sprawled open, as Ed quickly pulled off his pants and shorts, and came down on her. His cock stuck out like a torpedo, long and hard, as he directed it toward her open cunt. Totally inexperienced, she instinctively pulled her knees up almost to her tits, obviously welcoming his penetration. Then, even more shocking (both to meandto Diane who had no memory of doing it), as his cock came against her cunt without finding the hole, she actually reached down and, taking in in her fingers, she put the head at her opening. Instantly, Ed pushed inward into what was obviously a very wet cunt.

Even so, her opening was unused and the penetration, as we watched it, was slow, a series of short in-and-out jabs, getting in a bit further each time. There was no sign of pain on her face as he worked it in, but the tightness of her cunt prevented a quick entrance. It was mesmerizing, in an unreal way, watching the slow deflowering of my new wife. Both Diane and I stared with unbelievable intensity as the scenario, the taking of her virginity, played out before us. Then, suddenly, the process changed, because, while the in-and-out movement continued, actually getting more rapid, the slow but continual advance into her seemed to stop as if his cock had hit a barrier. It was immediately apparent to both of us that he had hit her hymen! For the first time, she winced a bit and we heard an “ooh!” sound from her. But, significantly, she made no effort to pull back or to avoid what was coming. Instead, she clearly opened her legs wider, raised them higher, and waited for the final step of adultery!

Obviously, Ed knew what he was up against, but there’s that old saying, “A hard cock knows no conscience!” Pulling back, he plunged in again, hitting her virginal barrier and, this time, ripping through it. Again, she winced and gave a soft cry at pain as Ed sank completely into her. For the first time, she had a cock sunk deeply into her vagina, complete penetration and the start of her first sexual intercourse.

The look on her face was fascinating. There was a momentary flash of discomfort as her hymen was broken, but it was very brief and was quickly replaced by what could only be described as a look of lust. Any pain was, obviously, lost in her sexual arousal, and, as Ed began pumping in and out of her cunt, she met every plunge with an upward surge, demonstrating her active participation in the fucking. She was not just lying there being used, an innocent bride being seduced. She was a woman, married only for a few hours, indulging deliberately in adulterous intercourse – and enjoying it immensely!

As we watched Diane lose her virginity, actually,give upher virginity to another man, it was like looking at a porno movie. We could see the cock, glistening with Diane’s lubrication, sliding in and out, pounding against her crotch, a pounding matched by her welcoming upward surges. Their excitement mounted to an unsustainable level and the motions became less controlled as Ed buried himself in her, grinding against her, as he sent blasts of cum deep into her. At the same time, Diane was squirming against him, exploding in orgasm, her mouth open and her face contorted as she climaxed.

There was no end to the fucking at that point, however. The intensity dropped, Ed’s strokes into her slowed and became more measured, but he never withdrew. We could see Diane’s legs relax somewhat, and her face returned to normal. However, the arousal never subsided the whole way, and it was just a time of renewal. Diane really had no expression except an almost dazed, out-of-it look. She was obviously lost in the experience, not thinking, just experiencing, as the cock slid in and out of her cunt. Actually, Ed had a similar expression on his face – lost in what he was doing and probably not thinking at all. The gradual buildup continued, however, and, shortly, they both returned to the manic state as the cock began more vigorously to fuck her. Ed took on a more intent, strained look as he began to approach his second massive explosion. Similarly, Diane mouth was open as she panted and gasped as she was overcome, again, with what seemed to be a continual orgasm as she bucked her crotch against his. Suddenly, for the second time, Ed reached his climax, welding himself against her and ejaculated into her cunt.

This time their immediate passion subsided as Ed pulled his somewhat deflated cock from her cunt and slumped down beside her on the narrow chaise. The respite didn’t last long as both were still obviously engrossed in an unbelievable sexual situation. His hand roamed over her, cupping and squeezing her tits before running from them down through her cunt hair and exploring between her legs. He began kissing and sucking her nipples, sucking her tits, themselves, marking them with at least a dozen hickeys. We could see his fingers squeezing them, leaving bruises to go with the hickeys. Diane just lay there as he fondled kaçak bahis her, still obviously dazed by the situation – just married and lying naked with another man with whom she had just engaged in adulterous intercourse. Then, to my utter shock (and Diane’s), I saw her left hand slide down and grasp Ed’s cock and begin slowly pumping up and down the shaft, her shiny new wedding ring gleaming as she stroked him. Somehow, seeing that ring brought the wordadulteryto our minds for the first time, not just unbelievable sex, butadultery! In any case, needless to say, this manual manipulation stoked the fires again and, interestingly, and surprisingly, both seemed to come out of their shocked trance and became consciously aware of the incredible thing they were doing.

We could see Diane’s face lose its vague, “out-of-it” expression as realization of what had happened sank in. From the time that she had turned and seen Ed looking at her naked body, it was almost as if she were hypnotized, not making any actual decision. As she said later, the shock had overwhelmed any thought process. She had been ready for a sexual encounter – amuchlesser one – and she had been aroused at the prospect. If she had had time to think, things might have been different, but the whole scenario just played out as if planned. Oddly enough, Ed seemed to have the same reaction – shock at the situation and overcome with lust at seeing a lovely woman, a bride, standing there almost nude. It he’d had time to think, he might have been panicked and been overwhelmed by the situation, but he, also, had expected a sexual encounter and any hesitancy, if there was any, vanished. As he got on Diane and took her, his expression was almost beyond description: lustful, incredulous, and, of course, speechless. It would have been astounding, I’m sure, to have read his mind to be able to see if he actually was thinking, “I’m fucking a virgin bride on her wedding day!” I know that the whole experience must have seemed like a vivid dream when it was all over!

Somehow it was very different during that moment of lucidly, both of them aware that they were doing something totally unbelievable. His eyes roamed over her body as he lay beside her, feeling the cunt and tits of the woman he had just screwed. Diane, too, was aware, and we could see her preen; push her tits upward to show herself to her lover, displaying her nude body. Then, as we watched the continuing porno movie, something totally unexpected happened, something, amazingly, Diane hadn’t even remembered doing. As he was looking at her and caressing her, her fingers, as said before, found his cock and began stroking it, causing it to begin the process of erection. He already had come twice in a little over one-half hour and, normally, that would have defused his amorous abilities for a time, but the unique circumstances were enough to keep his cock from complete deflation. Suddenly, Ed rose up over her and presented his semi-hard cock to her mouth and, unbelievably, she welcomed it in and began bobbing her head up and down, sucking it until it was fully ready to fuck her again. Pulling out, he moved down on her and kissed her, bringing a quick reaction as she responded with enthusiasm. There was no doubt that she was as involved as he, her body undulating against him, his cock wedged between them, as the kiss continued,

Then, abruptly, he broke away and pulled back and prepared to mount her again. Without hesitancy, Diane raised and spread her legs, welcoming him as he moved over her again. We had a perfect view of his erect cock poised over her cunt, this time driving deep into her without guidance. Clearly, her opening was distended and wet, making unassisted entry automatic as he penetrated her. They began a frantic fucking session, neither sated in the slightest by their two previous orgasms. He was pounding into her with great vigor with none of the slow buildup one might expect after having his ardor somewhat diminished after coming in her twice. Equally, Diane was squirming and bucking up against him, matching the vigor of his screwing action. It was amazing to see the wild excitement both exhibited as their arousal mounted. The camera didn’t show his facial expression, but hers was one of someone completely lost in the throes of sexual pleasure. Finally, the climax was reached and the final strokes were administered as they both reached orgasm. It was at that moment that I knocked on the door!

There was instant shock as the world returned to the couple engaged in adulterous intercourse. From being lost in the rapture of massive orgasms to the reality of being caughten flagrante,Ed almost exploded from the lounge. We could see, clearly, his still spurting cock jerking from Diane’s cunt, sending jets of cum onto the lips, into her pubic hair, and, even, onto her stomach. It was like a French farce as he grabbed his shorts and pants and tried to get them on as he staggered, panicked, to the closet. Diane just lay there for a few seconds, her face frozen as she realized, for real, what she had done. She heard her new husband outside the door as she lay, naked and screwed, on the lounge where she had been taken. Shock, horror and guilt were suddenly written on her face as she got up, not even having anything with which to cover her nudity and to visually, at least, hide the signs of her adultery.

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The Dressmaker and the Accountant

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I woke up with that usual sense of dread I get on these weekends. I sighed deeply as I threw my feet out of bed and dragged myself out to the kitchen to make a coffee.

It was time for the biannual bridal expo and I just hated it. I entered the world of dress making so I could create gorgeous gowns for brides on their one special day, not to stand on my feet for a whole weekend dealing with hordes of emotional and high maintenance women, their pushy mothers and their jealous sisters and best friends. These days always left me so exhausted that I was looking forward to my self -assigned day off on Monday. I was dreaming of the beach if the weather was good, or the cinema if it wasn’t. It just seemed so far away from this side of the weekend.

I work as a private contractor for a much larger bridal business. It’s really nice to be a part of something bigger. I’ve never felt stranded and I get a huge amount of support from the business. I couldn’t have afforded a large and prominent shop on one of the cities main roads and I certainly couldn’t have afforded paying for my own stand at the expo, which brings in a lot of my business, despite my complaints.

The best part about expo was the socializing. It was great to meet other people in the industry, mostly older women and a lot of gay men, and we often end up heading to the nearest bar at the end of each night to debrief each other and drink away the pains in our legs. Meeting our wholesalers and competitors, putting names to faces, it’s great.

The other great part is our accountant, Roberto. We don’t see him that often as he isn’t really part of our day to day business, but when it comes to auditing and expos, he’s there. I liked him from the first moment we were introduced. He’s not traditionally handsome, but there’s something about him that I just find irresistible. For a start, he’s tall. He’s got at least a foot on me, which is nice. He’s not at all overweight, but he has a bit of belly and every time I see him, I want him to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his broad chest. And I haven’t even gotten to the face yet! Roberto is half Brazilian, half Polish. While his skin his pale, his features are dark. His eyes are bright hazel, he’s quick to smile and his eyes light up whenever he does. His dark brown hair and beard has flecks of grey through out, despite being just over 30, and coupled with his mature accountant attitude, it gives the impression of someone much older. That boyish, easy smile is the only giveaway.

Roberto and I always flirt shamelessly with one another, and while I haven’t seen him interact with another woman our age, I’m sure I’m not the only one. I just wish that I were. I know that I’m not the only person in the business who looks forward to his monthly visits and not the only one who checks their roster to make sure they’re working, or makes an excuse to come by the shop even if they aren’t. What I do know is that I am the only person Roberto spends far too much time talking to, because we’re always the two left working late at the end of each one of his audits.

Despite months of flirting, we’re never touched, never been alone together and never said anything remotely sexual to one another at all. On my drive to the expo, I decided that all of that, all of it, was going to change and all with in the next few hours.

Walking through the huge exhibition hall, it didn’t take me long to find my stall. I was in a great location off to the side of the hall but right near the honeymoon specialist travel agency. The back drop was huge, the pictures were an overwater bungalow with stilts in crystal blue waters, a white sandy beach with palms trees swaying in the breeze and two gorgeous newlyweds kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower. What a tease. I could see myself there. In fact, I could just about feel the soft, powdery sand warming my skin; I could hear the quiet ruffle of the palm trees in the tropical wind; I could hear Roberto’s voice calling me back in to bed…

Jesus, Olivia! I scolded myself. I really had to focus on my work while I was at my stand, I couldn’t let my mind wander to Roberto. I dumped my bag behind the small table and looked around the hall. I wasn’t too far from the customer payments booth either, I could see it from the left side of my stand, which would be extremely convenient. And inconvenient, since Roberto would be at the booth all weekend. Well, these things are sent to try us, are they not?

As I set up my little stall with sample dresses, a small changing room, materials, sketches, bahis firmaları measuring tapes and everything else I could possibly need, I glanced around the hall. There were other independent dressmakers here and I couldn’t help but compare myself to them. Everywhere I looked was a sea of white. Mine was the only stall with coloured dresses. That made me unique here, and could either work to my advantage as being a great alternative dress designer, or to my disadvantage. Heaven knows so many brides get pressured into wearing white rather than what they actually want to wear.

I was scrutinizing the dresses of a mass producer of gowns when a voice startled me.

“Hey!”

I looked around and standing at my table was a man I hadn’t met before. He was smiling widely as I walked over to him.

“Uh, hey you.”

“I’m Bryce, I work for these guys.” Bryce extended his right hand while gesturing over to the travel agency with his left.

“I’m Olivia. I work for this guy.” I pointed at myself before I shook his hand. “Total slave driver.”

I took stock of Bryce as he laughed. He was about my height, with a slender frame. By the look of his forearms, he was pretty muscular under his loose fitting polo shirt. His hair was silver-grey, but he couldn’t have even reached 40 yet. Small crows feet crinkled in the corners of his brown eyes when he smiled. His face was framed beautifully by his well-defined and clean-shaven jaw. All in all, I wasn’t entirely disappointed that I would be looking at him all day.

“Well, look, if you’re a bit quiet during the day, pop over and say hi, ok? Maybe I could hook you up with one of these places?” Bryce pointed at the picture of the overwater bungalow.

“You’d better hope that I’m not quiet, otherwise I won’t ever be able to afford that!” I joked. Bryce waved as he walked over to his stall.

I headed back to my samples to get them sorted before the doors opened. I looked over my rack of dresses to the payments booth to see if Roberto had arrived yet. He hadn’t just arrived, he was staring right at me. Thank god he wasn’t standing anywhere near me. He would have heard my breathing falter and he would have seen my knees buckle just that little bit. He smiled as he came out from around the booth and made his way over to me. I finished hanging the last sample dress and adjusted the coat hangers, breathing deeply and telling myself to calm down. I exhaled my final deep breath with a sigh just as Roberto reached me.

“Are you sick of me already?” Roberto was leaning in close to me.

I looked up at him through my lashes. “Impossible.”

Roberto gave a small self-satisfied chuckle. “We’ll see. Can I get you a coffee?”

“Please! Let me grab some money.”

“No no, it’s on me. You can pay me back tomorrow morning.” Roberto winked at me as he walked off.

My heart was in my throat and it was beating like crazy. It seemed insane to me that such a small and insignificant exchange could have me so shaken up. Pay Roberto back tomorrow morning…I played these words over and over in my head. I knew he meant the second day of the expo, but I couldn’t help imagining bringing him coffee in bed.

I couldn’t help but hum tunelessly and smile to myself as I let the image of a naked Roberto lying in my bed drift through my mind. I busied myself setting out album upon album of brides in my dresses, easy work to do while my mind was otherwise busy, when a takeaway mug of coffee wrapped in a large hand rested on my table.

“My saviour! Thank you so much.” I gushed, reaching out to take the coffee from Roberto. He didn’t remove his hand as I took the cup in my own and our fingers intertwined.

I was lost for words. I looked wide-eyed up at Roberto, waiting for him to speak.

“Will you come and visit me during the day?” Roberto asked, hope evident in his tone.

A lump was caught in my throat; there was no way I would be able to get words out.

“Uh huh.” I responded dumbly.

Roberto softly brushed his thumb over the back of my hand before he turned and walked back to his booth. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walked, his gait confident. As he reached his desk, he turned back to me and smiled before getting on with his work.

I looked down at my phone. The doors were going to open in 5 minutes and I hadn’t finished everything I had to do. Roberto had taken up enough of my attention for now, and it was time to crack on with the business end of the day.

The hall was flooded with people as soon as the doors opened and I was busy from kaçak iddaa the get go. Not just busy; I had people lining up to see me. It was thrilling and I was rushed off my feet until about the early afternoon when the crowd died down. Rushed off my feet with enquiries, and not one sale until I was approached by a mother and daughter who were the first people I had spoken to all day who knew what the bride wanted. After sitting down together and completing some sketches, she was ready to put down her deposit. I took down her credit card details, and after a thousand “thank you’s” from both sides, mother and daughter were off home.

I took a breath, steadied myself and made my way to Roberto, trying to walk as gracefully as I could manage after having been on my feet all day. I slipped around to his side of the booth and stood next to him.

“You got one!” Roberto smiled.

“I finally got one, yes. Mind if I put this through?” I asked, already leaning across him to reach the credit card machine and resting my elbows on the desk.

“Not at all.” Roberto’s voice was quiet as he gently placed his hand on my lower back, over the material of my shirt.

An electric tingle spread from his touch to my ass and down the backs of my thighs. I stopped what I was doing, unable to focus on anything but the present moment and completely unwilling to break it.

“Don’t you want that sale?” Roberto said playfully as he lifted my top from the waistband of my skirt and let his fingers play over my skin.

My heart thrummed away in my chest, and I don’t exactly know when I stopped breathing. I refocused my mind and finished charging the credit card. I didn’t want to move because I didn’t want Roberto to stop touching me.

“Can I stand up yet?” My voice was barely audible.

“I really do enjoy having you bent over.” Roberto leaned down to my ear, but he pulled me up with him.

Our eyes locked and though his expression gave nothing away, I was falling into his hazel pools. I took a deep and shaky breath.

“I’m going to head-“

“Are you busy to-“

We both started at once. Roberto smiled slyly and gestured for me to speak first.

“Um, I was going to say I need to head back to work now.” I said, pointing at my empty stall.

“I don’t have anything to do here, I’ll walk back with you. And I was asking if you’re busy tonight?”

It was happening! Exactly what I wanted, what I dreamt about and I didn’t even have to do anything! This sort of thing never happened to me. I was completely dumbstruck.

“Are you ok?” Roberto caught the blank stare on my face.

I snapped out of it quickly. “Yes, I’m ok. And no, no I’m not busy tonight.”

“Great! I was thinking we could go back to my place?” There was no beat, no uncertainty at all in Roberto’s voice. He knew what he wanted, what we both wanted.

“A-aren’t you supposed to ask me out to dinner first?” I stammered. His place? So quickly? He wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

Roberto took a step towards me, closing the tense space between our bodies.

“Why would we waste time with dinner when we both know exactly where we want to be?” His eyes flashed with lust.

Heat pooled between my legs as I burned in his glare. I swallowed hard.

“Can we go back to mine?” I asked. Confusion crossed Roberto’s face. He was so close to me, I would only have to lean in slightly to press my lips against his. “You live south, right? I’m only 10 minutes from here. That’s much closer.”

Roberto sucked air in through his teeth, clearly struggling to keep himself composed. “Fuck yes.” He growled so close to me, I could feel his voice rumble through my body.

I don’t know how many tense moments passed as we took each other in, both of us anticipating what was to come, but Roberto was the first to break.

“Right,” he said, slapping his hand against the table “well then, start packing up and I’ll follow you home.”

****

I pulled the car into the driveway and Roberto followed, his footsteps echoing behind me as I made my way to the front door. I was fumbling for the right key when his fingers lifted my hair to make way for his warm mouth on the back of my neck. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pushed his growing hardness against me.

“Olivia.” He whispered into my skin. “Olivia, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Warmth spread through my body, making my limbs weak. I needed to lie down. I needed Roberto above me. My vision was so clouded with desire, I still couldn’t find the key.

“You’re kaçak bahis going to be waiting a lot longer if I can’t find this key.” I mumbled, just as I slipped the right one in the lock.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Roberto grabbed me and pulled me into his body. Finally, after years of imagining how it would feel, I was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. It was better than I could have ever imagined. The scent that rose from him, a classic cologne mixed with fabric softener and just the smallest hint of sweat, made me want to undo the buttons of his shirt with my teeth and bury my face in his chest hair.

He ran one hand over my hips and waist, coming to rest on the curve of my ass. He dragged two thick fingers along my jawbone, stopping at my chin and tilting my head up until our eyes met. In an instant, his lips met mine. His full lips were soft but eager as his tongue explored my mouth expertly. I hadn’t ever been with someone with a beard before and I loved the feeling. The silken roughness of his facial hair played beautifully against my mouth, but I could only think of how great it would feel between my legs. I moaned into the kiss at the thought, my hips pressing harder into his, searching for friction.

“Bedroom. Now.” Roberto commanded me, taking me by the shoulders and turning me around to guide him.

As I walked down the corridor towards my bedroom, his hands played over my hips and behind, committing the curves to memory. He unzipped my skirt as we walked into the bedroom and I let it fall to the floor, mentally praising myself for putting on a decent pair of knickers when I got dressed in the morning. I let Roberto take in the sight of my ass as I removed my shirt and bra before I turned to face him.

“Eager, are we?” He asked as he hooked a finger in my panties and pulled me forward.

I ran my hand over the full bulge of his trousers. “Almost as eager as you are.”

“Take these off and give them to me.” Roberto flicked the waistband of my panties against my skin.

“I will when you do.”

Roberto smiled slyly and undid his trousers, letting them fall down his thighs, his fat erection springing free. I didn’t know why he’d gone commando and I didn’t care. I bit back a sigh of hunger as I rolled my now damp underwear down and off my legs. I handed them over to Roberto and he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. His eyes darkened and narrowed in on me as he threw the discarded undergarments over my shoulder.

“Get over here.” He growled, pulling me with him as he stepped backwards and sat down on the edge of the bed. He kicked his trousers off his ankles before I straddled his lap.

My knees rested on either side of his hips, spreading the moist lips of my pussy. Roberto groaned as he rubbed his hardness against my folds. Fisting my hair, Roberto pulled me towards him, taking my mouth in his own in a wet kiss. Our tongues explored one another and with one hand still in my hair and the other firmly gripping my ass, Roberto lifted my hips and pushed me down onto his cock.

The vibrations of our mixed moans filled each other’s mouths and I broke our kiss to gasp for air. The friction caused by the thickness of Roberto’s manhood was almost too much for me to handle. I was so full of him that the small gyrations I could make with my hips were overwhelming.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” Roberto whispered tightly as he thrust hard into me. I sucked air in through my gritted teeth, trying hard not to lose it in the pleasure and the pain. “You feel good.”

I cried out, unable to hold back anymore. I pushed Roberto down on to the bed by his shoulders and with his grip still firm on me, I followed him down. I fucked him, grinding my hips into him so I could have him inside me at the deepest point. I had to come, I was burning for release. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed my clit, hard and aching for attention. The jolt that touching my sensitive bud sent through me only made me more needy and I fucked harder.

Roberto lifted his hips to push deeper, biting his lips and clearly giving away his need. “Who knew a good girl like you could fuck like such a whore?” He growled, spanking my ass, spurring me on.

My vision started to blur and my head began to spin as my climax crashed over me. I didn’t stop my attentions to my clit as my muscles clenched and I continued to gyrate. As I rode out my orgasm on Roberto, he called out for me and thrust his hips, emptying inside me as I squeezed him.

I collapsed beside Roberto, satisfied sighs escaping my lips in between ragged breaths. We turned our heads and looked at one another.

“I think we’re going to have to call in sick tomorrow.” Roberto smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

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The Dirty Old Man Ch. 09

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Ch. 9 – Moving to Washington state.

On October 5th, I call Vanessa. I tell her I’m going to come out a couple of days early. I’m bored sitting around here and I want to be with her. I’m driving so it will take awhile to get there. She’s thrilled. I’ve signed the house over to my son. I brief him on the normal utility bills and the real estate tax. I tell him if there’s anything I forgot, I’ll have him send it out by mail.

October 6th – traveling

I’m driving out to Tacoma. I start driving on I-80 in Illinois. It’s going to be a long trip. I hate to drive on long trips but there’s no other way to do it, cheaply. The car is pretty full with my things.

October 10th – Washington state.

What a long trip, mostly on I-90. I figure I’m about 6 hours away from Tacoma. I’ll be there in late afternoon. I call Vanessa and let her know where I am. She’s happy I’ll be sleeping with her tonight. I tell her I’m really tired and am going to need a lot of sleep. She says she understands.

I call her at 5pm and ask her if she’d like to go out to eat. She asks where I am. I tell her nearly to Seattle on I-90 maybe an hour away. She says she’d love to go out to eat with me.

6:10pm – I arrive at her apartment building, well, our apartment building now. As I get out of the car, I look up. She’s not at her old apartment, I smile at myself. Of course not, idiot. I look down the row of 5th floor apartments and there she is waving at me. I wave back and start walking up to the building. The elevator stops at the 5th floor and I walk out and into her arms. Her tongue is in my mouth and I’m kissing her back. “John, thank God you made it okay. I was worried.”

I smile and say “Well, I’m here lover. Tired as hell and I need a shower but I’m here, to stay.”

She pulls me toward our apartment. “Wait til you see our apartment. I hope you like it.” The new apartment is to the right of the elevators.

I smile at her and say “If it has you in it, I’ll love it.”

The apartment looks wonderful. She shows me around. She’s been busy decorating. “John, I hope you don’t mind that I spent more money to decorate the apartment. I think it looks great and Joan loves it too. I did have a couple of hundred left over though.”

“No, I don’t mind. As long as you’re happy. And I think it looks great.” She shows me the Master bedroom. Yes! A king-sized four poster bed.

She says “I’d be happy with you anywhere, even in a tent or if we had to live in a car.”

I hug her and give her a big kiss. “Let me take a shower first and then we’ll go to a restaurant.”

She smiles “Can I join you in the shower?”

I smile and kiss her again. “Sure. Can’t wait to get you naked again.”

She laughs. “I’ve been thinking about having your cock in all my holes…the triple penetration. Think we can do that later…….Please?”

“I’m a little tired but I think we can make that happen.”

We shower and wash each other. My cock is hard after she washes it and my balls. I am horny. It’s been over a week without sex. She says “Mmmmm, I know you’re tired but this cock doesn’t seem to be.”

I laugh. “Well, I feel a lot better after I’ve showered. We’ll see how I feel after we get back from the restaurant. I think some good food will really make me feel better. I’ve been eating fast food on the road. Let’s also stop at a liquor store too.”

“Okay, honey. I’ve also got some pot too if you’d like that.”

I say “Yes, that sounds really good.”

We get dressed and head out to the restaurant in her Jeep (my car is still full of stuff). We eat a good meal and have a couple of glasses of wine. When we get back to our apartment, we sit on the couch and she turns on the TV. We’re not really paying too much attention to the TV. We’re kissing and touching each other. She stands up and starts a strip tease for me. I’m watching and licking my lips. When she’s naked, she sits down next to me and takes my shirt off. She then opens my pants and pulls them down. She looks down and smiles. My hard-on is making a tent in my underwear. She pulls my pants and underwear off.

She kneels down between my legs and works on my cock. She looks up at me and starts to run her tongue over the head. I groan. She takes it in her mouth and starts to lower her head on it. Before long she takes it all in her mouth. She smiles up at me. I push her away and grab her hand and walk toward the bedroom.

I pull her over to the bed and lay down on my back. I pull her over me and she slides down on my hard cock. She moans “Oh, God, that feels so good. I missed ‘my cock’.” I smile at her.

She then starts to move and fuck me. It really feels good. I let her do all the work, just relaxing under her. By the ten minute mark she starts to cum. I begin to push up into her, continuing to fuck her. She’s cumming and cumming. She finally starts to calm down so I slow down and eventually stop. After her breathing gets back close to normal, I kiss her, slap her right butt cheek and say “Okay, babe. One hole to go. On your knees, lover.”

She jumps up and gets on her knees. She’s wiggling her ass at me. I smile. I grab the canlı bahis lube and lube her up. I move behind her and as I touch the head of my cock to her asshole she squeals. “Oh, yes, John. Fuck my ass.” I begin to slide it into her ass. She’s learned to relax her anal muscles well. I slip in really easy. “Ohhhhhh, Godddddd,” she says. And I certainly agree with that emotion.

I begin to move in and out of her ass. She immediately begins to push and pull in rhythm. She still very tight. I know I’m not going to last long. We ass fuck for 3 minutes, she begins to cum and her ass muscles are really gripping my cock. She continues to cum and in another minute, I hit my orgasm. She screams hitting a higher peak as my cock pulses and squirts into her bowels. Finally, we are both finished and exhausted.

I pull out and roll off of her and she smiles at me. We lay there for a while cuddling. I’m starting to nod off and she notices. She kisses me and rolls off the bed. She walks to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walks out of the bathroom with a washcloth and wipes me off. She lays down next to me and pulls the sheet and blanket up. She snuggles into me, says “I love you, John,” and we fall asleep.

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Vanessa’s diary: “Dear diary, evening October 10th. I’m so happy. My man is back and he’s here to stay. I am in heaven. Four days til the wedding. THE WEDDING!!!!”

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October 11 – Tacoma, Wa

I wake up and Vanessa is sucking my cock. God, I love this woman. I look down at her and say “Morning, lover.”

She smiles, takes my cock out of her mouth and says “Morning, darling.”

She continues to suck me. Eventually, she starts to add shaft stroking with the sucking. This quickly causes me to cum in her mouth. She swallows and licks her lips. I pull her up and French kiss her. “How do you feel this morning, John.”

“Much better. Still a little tired but that will pass. This bed sleeps well, doesn’t it?”

She says, “Yeah, it’s really nice, for sleeping and fucking my man.” I laugh.

We lay there for a little while holding each other and then she says “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Cereal is fine. Juice if you have it.”

She jumps up and I slowly crawl out of bed and follow her. We are both naked in the kitchen. She fixes two bowls of cereal and then pours two glasses of orange juice.

We eat and enjoy breakfast.

“So, darling, what’s the plan for the wedding?” I say.

“Well, it’s not going to be much. Just the Justice of the Peace on Wednesday. My children are coming as well as Joan and maybe Maria.”

“Okay. Sounds good to me. I’ve got our honeymoon planned and paid for.”

“Honeymoon? Where are we going?”

“Maybe I should keep it a secret.”

“Oh, come on, don’t do that. Please.” I smile at her. “Please, John.”

“Well, okay, I’ve got ten days booked in Honolulu, Hawaii.”

She’s got a big smile on her face. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She grabs me and kisses me deeply. “I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii. But can we afford that?”

“Yes, we can. I think you should have a great honeymoon, it is your first and you waited a long time to get it. Because I’m a retired serviceman, we get a good value at the military owned hotel at Waikiki. It’s called the Hale Koa. We’ll stay there for five days and then fly to the Big Island. I’ve always wanted to see the Kilauea Volcano. We’ll stay at Hilo for two days and then go to Maui.”

“Thank you so much, John. You are so good to me.” She starts to cry.

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Thanks for being in my life now.”

“No, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

We French kiss for a while. I’m running my hands up and down her naked body. “You’d better stop that or your fiance’ is going to rape you,” Vanessa says.

I laugh. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d let you.”

“Still feel tired?”

“Yeah, it’s going to take more than one night’s sleep to adjust to the change in time zones and the long drive. Are we going to do anything today?”

Vanessa thinks and says “Well, if you’re feeling tired, we should just stay in and relax together.”

“I really hate to be a party pooper but that does sound good.”

I sit on the couch and Vanessa comes over to sit next to me. I grab her and pull her onto my lap. She laughs. We sit there awhile kissing and holding each other. Eventually, Vanessa gets off and sits next to me. We hold hands and watch TV. At 12:30pm, Vanessa asks if I want some lunch. I’m not too hungry. I tell her I’ll make myself a half of a sandwich. We both jump up and make our lunches. When we’re finished eating, we sit on the couch again. I look at her. I wish I wasn’t so tired, I’d love to give her a good fucking. Oh, well, maybe tonight.

At 1:30pm, I tell her, “I’m going to take a nap, honey. I want to make love to you tonight.”

“Okay, lover. Get some rest. I’ll just watch TV or get on the computer.”

I lay down and fall asleep quickly. I wake at nearly 4pm and walk out to the living room naked. bahis siteleri Vanessa has put her clothes on and is talking to Joan on the couch. “Whoops,” I say.

They both look at me and laugh. I smile and take a bow. “Hi, Joan. How are you?”

“Hi, John. I’m doing good. You’re looking very good.” She licks her lips and laughs.

I smile and walk back into the bedroom. I put my pants and shirt on and go back to the living room. Joan says “Awwwww, I like you better nude.”

I smile and sit next to Vanessa who is laughing too. She says “Well, how do you feel?”

“Pretty good.”

Joan says “Well, let me feel.”

“Easy, Joan. I’m going to be a married man in a couple of days.”

Joan says “Well, is that going to change much?”

I say “Yes, it will. After that, Vanessa and I will decide together when we want to play outside our marriage and with whom.”

“Oh, I hope you decide to play with me. I was just telling Vanessa I’ve got an orgy planned as soon as you guys get back from the honeymoon.”

I look at Vanessa, she smiles at me. “Are you all for this orgy?”

Vanessa says “Oh, yeah. Are you?”

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

Joan says “Okay, then. It should be fun. I’ve got a sixsome lined up.”

I look at her and say “Sixsome?”

“Yes. You and Vanessa, me and Maria and two guys I know. Nice guys. You’ll like them.”

“Sounds like fun, Joan,” I say.

Joan says, “Why don’t we make it a Halloween party and schedule it for the 31st? You know, a costume party….for the first few hours, then the costumes come off and the real fun begins.”

“Now that sounds like an idea. I’m glad you set this up. Vanessa has been kind of jealous of me lately and I want her to have a really good time,” I say.

Vanessa lightly punches me and I laugh at her. She blushes. I look at her and say “You deserve it, darling. I hope these two guys fuck the hell out of you.”

“Oh, God,” Vanessa says. Joan laughs and says “John, if you weren’t taken, I would jump on you fast. Vanessa, don’t you ever let this man go. He’s a treasure.”

Vanessa laughs and says “I don’t intend to Joan! I want him in my life forever.”

We sit and talk for a while and Joan excuses herself, kisses me and leaves.

“Well…….It looks like we have a date for Halloween. It sounds like a lot of fun. But first we have a wedding and a honeymoon,” I say with a smile on my face.

Vanessa comes and sits on my lap. “Yes, we do my future husband.”

She French kisses me. A long kiss with lots of tongue.

“John, tell me about some of the women you’ve been with the last couple of months.”

I look at her. She’s really worried about that.

“Okay, well, here’s the list of women that I’ve been with since my first trip out here. It’s not very long. I told you about Shirley. She’s a big, beautiful white woman from Florida that travels a lot for her work. She’s somewhat bi-curious. She would love to join us sometime either in a threesome or a foursome. She thinks she can talk a male coworker into joining us. The second woman after we got together is a big beautiful black woman who’s about 20 lbs overweight and a submissive named Ellen. She was a nearly 40 year old virgin until she joined me for a week. She’d also like to join us although she said she not sure about having sex with a woman. If we allow her to join us we’ll have to do it as Dominants and treat her as a submissive. Treating her as a submissive really turns her on. The third was a gorgeous, divorced young lady from Oklahoma named Sue who was fed up with the jerks her age in Oklahoma. I think she’s looking for a mature man now or maybe another woman. She’s bi-curious and also would really like to join us sometime. And that’s it. See there haven’t been that many.”

Vanessa smiles.

“I’ve been with the first two twice now but Sue from Oklahoma only once. They all know about you and I and our impending marriage. And also about it being an open marriage and they were all okay with it.”

Vanessa says “Okay. Well, I’ll have to think about sharing you with any of them. It makes me nervous to even think about it.”

“Okay, I understand but you know I’m marrying you not any of them.”

“I understand but I’m still kind of jealous.”

“Well, you sure don’t have to worry about Shirley. She came right out and told me she’s not interested in marriage again. She’s just looking for fun. Ellen, the submissive, is interested in me but I made it totally clear that she has no chance. Sue is so young and most likely would not go for an open marriage. I’m nearly forty years older than her, like her grandfather’s age. I don’t even know how that would work. It was fun though being with someone so young. Shirley and Sue are both interested in meeting you and having sex with us. Ellen, not so much because she’s hung up about sex with a woman.”

“I’m sorry, John. I know I shouldn’t be so jealous but I am. For some reason, you being with Joan or Maria didn’t bother me. But this does.”

“Okay, Vanessa. I understand. So did you ever get with Joan about a threesome?”

Vanessa blushes. “Yes, I did. bahis şirketleri We had one. It was nice I just wish you were there with me during it.”

“So tell me about the guy.”

“Oh………….ah………..He was okay. His name was James. He had a beer gut. I enjoyed the fuck but the orgasm was no way near what you give me.”

“So is his cock bigger than mine?”

“A……….a……….it’s about the same size I guess. Maybe a little bit bigger.”

“Now I’m jealous.”

“You don’t have to be jealous. He didn’t know how to use it like you do. And he certainly didn’t last as long as you can.”

“I’m just kidding. I’m not really jealous. I know you’d never leave me for him so it doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, okay. I see your point.”

“I’m yours girl. I’m not going anywhere. You are going to have to throw me out to get rid of me and then I’m going to beg you to take me back.”

She laughs and says “I love you, John.”

“I love you too, Vanessa. You are mine, woman!”

“Well, now that I think about it I think Shirley would be okay if she brings another man with her. I don’t know about Sue. I think I would be incredibly jealous if I saw you fucking her. We’ll see. Now this Ellen. Did you really do the Dominant/sub thing with her?”

“Yes, I did. I have a bit of a dominant streak and I recognized that she was a submissive.”

“That might be interesting. I thought you had a bit of a dominant streak because you kind of control what we do in the bedroom. But I don’t mind that a bit. What did you have her do?”

“Well, nothing out of the ordinary really. I gave her a set of rules to follow and when she broke them, I spanked her. She really gets hot when you spank her. Like I said, she was a nearly 40 year old virgin. I had to show her how to do everything. That’s all really. She wanted me to take her virginity so I did. She kept breaking the rules and I got tired of spanking her. So I decided to punish her another way. I made her wear a butt plug. Then on the fifth day, I took her anal virginity.”

“Wow, she might be fun to play with.”

I laughed. “Okay. I don’t really think she will come out though. She’s got the money to come out but I think she’d be jealous of you. Shirley will do it on her company’s dime and Sue will need financial help to get out here. She’s barely getting by.”

I get off the couch and crawl between her legs. I pull her pants down, look her in her eyes and lick my lips. I start kissing up her thighs. She scoots down a little. When I get to her panties, I lick her pussy through the panties. She lifts up and pulls her panties down. I smile. “Think about Shirley and Sue though, okay. Think about being their first woman.”

I dive into her pussy and start licking. I bring her to her first orgasm in about 5 minutes. She says “John, I want your cock in my mouth.”

I say “Let’s get in a ’69’.” I pull her up, walk her to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She comes over and lowers her pussy to my face. She then starts to suck my cock. We work on each other for awhile. In another 4 minutes, she starts to orgasm and I shove a thumb into her ass. She screams around my cock. After her orgasm subsides, she goes back to sucking my cock. I’m approaching my orgasm but it’s still going to take a while so she keeps at it. After about 5 more minutes, I start cumming. She surprises me by sticking her middle finger into my ass and rubbing my prostate. I’m grunting loudly. My orgasm is the longest one I’ve ever had. I must have squirted a dozen times.

When I finish, she rolls off of me. She starts to open her mouth but it’s too full of cum. She swallows it and smiles. “Wow, that was quite a load, honey.”

“When did you decided to do the anal finger on me. That was awesome especially when you rubbed my prostate. Wow!”

“Well, the phase 2 we had made me want to try it. I decided when you were back in Illinois to make as many of your orgasms as possible very intense too. Joan and I talked about it and she’s going to do it for you too whenever we’re together with her. It worked, didn’t it? You filled my mouth.”

“Oh, it worked alright. Now I’m pooped again. I think I need some food.”

“Well, it’s almost time for supper. Are we going out to eat tonight?”

“Yes, let go out. With all this sex, I think I need a steak.”

We get cleaned up, dressed and go out to eat. After we return to the apartment, I unpack my bags and bring some more stuff up from the car. Then we settle down on the couch for a while watching TV. About 9:30pm, I’m starting to feel tired again. “Sweetheart, I’m going to bed. I’m still very tired. Time zone change I guess. It still feels like it’s 11:30pm to me.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll join you later. Sleep well my love.”

“Thanks, darling.” I French kiss her good night.

October 12th – Tacoma, Wa

I wake up in the morning and Vanessa is sucking my cock. Man, I love that. It’s 8:15am and I’m feeling pretty good, especially now that she’s giving me pleasure. She’s naked so I decide I want a little pre-breakfast too. She’s not very heavy so I grab her and swing her around and plant my face into her pussy. She yelps and then giggles. We eat each other for over 5 minutes. I’m sucking on her clit for most of the time and she’s moaning around my cock. She starts to cum around 6 minutes in and forgets my cock.

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All the incidents in this story are true but did not all happen with the same lady.

It was early evening, about 11 p.m., on a rather blustery winter night. Barbara and I had just returned from dinner and dancing. The usual rounds of cocktails had made the evening carefree and sensual. Barbara was wearing a gold tube top with no bra. Her puffy nipples and the outline of her nipple rings were outlined by the flimsy fabric. A pair of electric blue stretch pants molded her hips, bottom and crotch without a panty line. Gold ballet slippers graced her feet to complete the ensemble. A small tattoo in the likeness of the devil peeked out above the tube top on her right breast

We had danced all the dances slow and fast, new and old. During the jive and mambo her little devil bounced happily up and down in time to the music. During the slow dances he was perfectly content to be pressed against my chest while her spandex encased pussy pressed and gyrated against my semi-rigid cock. After the slow dances it was all I could do to walk off the floor without having my cock waving to everyone in the room. Finally I could no longer ignore my rigid member and tight balls so I suggested we retire to my place and continue our dancing in private.

Barbara grinned as, hidden by the tablecloth, I slid my hand up her leg and felt the damp heat of her crotch. She reached under the table and fingered up and down my cock before she got up and ushered me out to the car. As I started the engine she slid her hand up my leg to my balls She leaned over and kissed my ear ending with her tongue licking and swishing around and around like a warm wet snake while her fingers diddled my cock and balls. After having several near collisions from these mild distractions we finally made it to my place.

Now we were back in my apartment with a fire blazing in the fireplace and lust blazing in our loins. We were sitting on the sofa with her head in my lap pressing my cock to half mast. I began to slowly massage her shoulders and neck while the little devil grinned up at me from her boob. The results were a languid stretching by Barbara. Her puffy nipples became hard cones about one inch long with eraser tips. Her nipple rings stood out like little hoops as they were pulled up with her erecting nipples The spandex covering her crotch began to show a spreading dark spot as it became damp.

A slow but effective rolling of her shoulders began to expose more and more of Barbaras’ little devil. The tube top moving ever so slightly down her breast with each roll of her shoulders. I watched in fascination as I gently continued to finger her damp crotch. She must have practiced for weeks to perfect this no hands strip tease.

As the top moved lower I soon saw that the little fellow was not so little after all. The little guy had a massive cock that ran across and between her breasts ending up at her pointy left nipple. It appeared that her nipple was the head of his cock. It looked like his cock had a Prince Albert piercing as the nipple ring came into view. Pop art at its best for the lucky few to see.

As I moved my head lower it seemed I was about to become a cock sucker. After sucking the devils “cock” for a few minutes biting illegal bahis and pulling on the ring with my teeth, her nipple became very hard and pointy, Barbara sat up, grabbed me by my cock and marched into the bedroom with me stretched out behind her.

She no sooner let go of my cock than she finished her striptease. Well maybe not a tease as it took her only about 10 seconds to finish pulling off her top and pants. She then unbuttoned my shirt pulled it off and started on my pants. The belt and fly were no problem and soon my pants were on the floor in a heap. The undershorts were reluctant to fall as they were hung up on my now fully erect 8 1/2-inch cock. Barbara took matters into her own hands and instead of pulling the shorts off she pulled the crotch to the side freeing my drooping balls and rock hard cock. She locked her fingers around my now free shaft and squeezed and pumped till her hand was covered with pre-cum.

Hanging on to my cock for dear life she pulled me to the bed, pushed me down on my back and straddled my chest facing my feet. With me down on the bed she grabbed the waistband of the undershorts and as I lifted my hips high she pulled them off and threw them to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. She was sweating now and beginning to breathe heavily. The distinct odor of very wet pussy began to permeate the room and I felt the hair on my chest getting wet from her juices.

Under her breath she said, “I need that cock now.” Leaning down she began to slowly suck my balls and lick my cock making sure she grazed over the ultra sensitive spot on the back of the tip. She wrapped her fingers around my balls at the base of my cock, so they were squeezed into a tight pouch of scrotum skin. She began pulling my balls while she tried and succeeded in sucking them both into her mouth. If this kept up my balls would dump their load and it would be over in another few minutes. That was not part of my plan for the evening.

Placing my fingers in her hair I slowly lifted her head letting my balls pop to freedom. In the process her pussy moved toward my face and I got a good lick of her wet slit and saw she had a ring passing through both of her inner pussy lips. I pulled her around and up to me and kissed her tasting the salty sweat from my balls on her lips while she licked the pussy juice form my face and lips.

“Slow down, not so fast,” I said. “Getting there’s half the fun.”

Placing her hand between her legs with her fingers pulling her pussy ring she settled down by my side, legs spread, and waited to see what I had in mind.

I began to slide and rotate my hand over her breast my palm just grazing her hard puffy nipple while my fingers tickled the sensitive side of her breast. I opened one of the nipple rings.

“What are you doing to my titties?” she asked. “You can play with the rings but don’t take them out. They’re to hard to put back in.”

I gave the ring a half twist screwing her nipple around. She squealed as I latched the rings together making her nipples touch each other. Her boobs were pulled together making a perfect valley for my cock to explore. She began to moan and quiver spreading her legs wide.

Pulling her hand away from her pussy illegal bahis siteleri she stick the fingers of one hand in her mouth. The other hand found its way between my lips. Without stopping the nipple action I set my knees on each side of her waist and slid my cock between her breasts. My meat slid between her breasts under the nipple rings and came out above her boobs.

Not to be left out of the action she opened her mouth and tried to lick and suck my cock each time it slid up between her boobs. After I was sure one more plunge through her boobs would make me come I slid off her.

I began to kiss, lick and suck her breasts while my hand moved under her bottom and began to probe the slippery folds of her cunt and puckered asshole. Cunt juice was running down the crack of her ass and making a wet spot on the bed. She was now beginning to really get into the action.

“No, don’t suck my titty like that,” she said.

“How do you want it?” I whispered, “It’s your show.”

“Bite it. Bite it hard. Pull the rings and stretch my titties. Don’t make me bleed but bite real hard…harder…harder… Oh yes…Pull the rings…God every nip goes right to my cunt and makes my clitty jump.”

I began to change my position so I was lying with her left leg between mine and her right leg pulled up to her boobs. I could no longer bite and pull her titties but I could begin to slip the tip of my cock into the dripping folds of her pussy.

I felt something block my entry. Her pussy ring was through both her pussy lips holding them together. The ring was about 2 inches across so after a little position adjustment I was able to slip my cock head through the ring to press against her weeping hole. The tightness of the ring made my cock head rock hard as the ring slipped over it. My right hand moved down from her breast and began to gently stroke her pussy lips and once in a while tweak her clit.

“Stick it in me…oh…come on…come on…stick it all the way in…oh…yes… God that’s good. Keep rubbing my clitty…don’t stop…yes,..deep… just like that.”

I obliged and began to slide my cock through the ring into her cunt. Her pussy lips were pushed and pulled as the ring slid up and down over my cock.

I moved my hand down under her bottom so I could start a very gentle massage of her rose bud back door that was now dripping with her cunt juices. My cock with the ring at the base of the shaft became a steel poker deep in her pussy.

“Oh my God…what are you doing to me? Don’t stop…right there… keep doing it…slow…easy…real slow.” As the stroking continued she seemed to move to another level of ecstasy. She became calm, almost limp. Her legs and cunt spread open even wider. Her inner lips were red and swollen, pulled tight around my cock by her pussy ring. I continued massaging her clitty and behind very slowly. Then I heard a sigh, her legs spread even more and a little spurt of pee erupted from her pussy.

She whispered, “My God what are you doing to me? I feel like I’m going to pee.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked her softly.

“Anything you want to,” she moaned. “I feel like I’m drifting away, slide your cock in and out of my pussy real canlı bahis siteleri slow. Make the ring pull my pussy lips. God I’m so relaxed I can barely feel your cock in me, don’t stop. Oh shit, I still feel like I’m going to pee.”

“Do anything you want to do, relax and enjoy.” I said.

Another small jet of pee spurted out of her swollen pussy and ran down my leg.

“I never felt like this before, don’t stop. Put it in as deep as you can. Oh, oh, now pull it all the way out very slowly.”

I pulled out slowly, freed my shaft from the cunt ring and began to rub my cock head along her swollen pussy lips, across her hard little clitty and over her asshole.

“God that’s good, push it against my ass. Will it fit in my ass? Slow… easy… God it feels so big… don’t stop… press it in… easy… oh yes… press it. Is the tip in yet? I don’t feel it. Oh, oh my God! Now it’s in I can feel it stretching my ass, easy…stop for a minute. That’s wonderful, ok, now real slow and easy slide it all the way in.”

As I slowly thrust my invading cock up her ass rubbing her clit and pulling her pussy ring she began to moan and shutter in the throws of her orgasm.

Then she went totally still and whispered “Oh my God I’m going to pee,” and began to pee a warm stream over my leg as her spasms and moans continued.

My still rigid cock was clamped in her hot, pulsing back door. It felt like her asshole would never let go as I began stroking in and out as the pee, cum and cunt juices ran over my cock and down onto the bed.

Slowly she revived and reaching down began to stroke and squeeze my balls as I continued to slowly fuck her ass. She tightened her muscles around my cock and I let go a load that had been building up for about 6 hours, it seemed that it would never stop. As I stopped pumping cum into her ass she again began to massage my balls.

“Don’t pull out “, she said. “Push your cock way up my ass. I’ll hold it in. I want you to pee in my ass while I rub your balls. I know it sounds kinky but please, I pissed on you now I want you to pee in my ass. I want to feel your hot pee in me.”

She continued to rub my balls as I tried to relax enough to pee. Slowly I could feel it starting. First a dribble and then a gusher. As soon as she felt the heat of my pee she squeezed my balls and began to moan into her second orgasm as she pulled on her linked nipple rings..

“Oh that feels so nice. Nice and warm in my ass, keep peeing, pee in my ass forever. Keep your cock in my ass.”

Once started, I peed in her ass for what seemed like an eternity. By the time my pee stopped, with her moaning and her asshole clamped around me like a cock ring, my cock was rigid again and deep in her, ready to do some more ass fucking. I began slow long strokes being careful not to slip out. All the while she was moaning and shuttering. I continued to pump her ass and finger her cunt while I pulled on her pussy ring stretching her cunt lips. Finally I was past the point of no return and shot another load deep up her behind while what little pee she had left spurted onto my hand, cock and balls. We both lay sated on the bed looking and feeling like wet rag dolls

As my cock deflated and slipped out of her asshole Barbara tightly crossed her legs to prevent a gusher of cum and pee from erupting onto the bed.

She looked at me wide eyed and said “My God I hope we can make that happen again.” and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

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The Deception Ch. 01

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Holly almost rushed out of her last class of the day, glad to be out of the constraints of school for another day. She was now in her final senior year and wished that she could escape school but she knew there was only a few more months and she could wait that long. It was a pretty humid afternoon so her rather strict school uniform was all out of place, a few of her teachers had given her sideways glances as she left the school but the prowess of a senior was not to be messed with, and Holly was definitely a girl not to get on the wrong side of.

Modesty was not Holly’s forte. With her dirty blonde hair uncombed and messy attire Holly walked down the sidewalk as if she owned it, giving a sly smile to a few cute guys occasionally, glaring at anyone who gave a disapproving look at her standard of dress.

Holly even did the fingers and said a, “Fuck you!” to one older woman who had whispered “Tramp” as she passed by the 18 year old.

Moving further down the street she saw in the distance her latest conquest. You see, Holly is an incredible lover, she may look like a dirty slut and something you probably wouldn’t do twice for decent reputation’s sake; but she can seduce the pants off of any man between the ages of 18 and 50 (and probably older if she had wanted to). Lately she had been interested in an attractive man who lived down the street from her. He was attractive and back in his hay-day he was quite the bachelor and in fact almost the equivalent of Holly; the only difference being that he got an admired reputation. Which brings me to the second chief character…

Jason Littleton.

Jason was reaching his mid 30’s and during the 90’s might as well have been a sex god. When he went to bars he could pull almost any girl he wanted. On numerous occasions he had made money betting that he could even pull a happily married woman. Now at 33 while still being very attractive and his body still in good shape he was beginning to think of settling down. He was dating a woman a few years younger than him and he had even thought of asking to marry her. He was also doing very well in his work.

After spending his 20’s as a successful theatre actor he had just began composing and directing his very own musicals. He had just finished a 9-month tour of his latest adaptation of the musical ‘The Sound Of Music’; 9 months of pure work; he had directed, made the alterations on the music and also played a few minor parts when some of the actors had fallen sick. He was well celebrated around the country and was beginning to make a name for himself as a director and as a musical director. He was now taking a 3-month break before taking on the job of a University music lecturer. He was hoping to get married in that time and maybe finally get a bit of security. This life was definitely better than the one of a penniless, jobless actor.

However secure in his life, Jason was not prepared for meeting bahis firmaları the seductive, clever nasty young blonde. His tanned skin and well-chiselled muscles had already taken her fancy. He had lived in her neighbourhood about 2 years now and he had seen enough of her to know that she got what she wanted. He had once seen a friend of his take her out for a classy dinner “what a waste for a fuck” he had said at the time. However sharp he was though, he never figured out he was next on her list.

Holly was now walking past Jason’s classy small home as he sunbathed, shirtless with only a pair of casual track pants, he lay splayed out on a fold out chair in his front yard. As the blonde temptress passed his home he looked up just as a blast of sunlight hit her gorgeous figure. Noting the young high schoolers figure that passed him, watching specifically the half unbuttoned shirt with the lace white bra that was clearly seen underneath he licked his lips. She turned her face to him and gave him a flash of her beautiful smile; her teeth gleamed with her glossy pink lips slightly parted as his jaw dropped. “Fuck!” he thought as he realised whom he had been admiring. She delighted in his response and gave a slight wink as she put a swivel to her walk. He watched her shapely ass shake with her hips in her short grey skirt for a good half a minute before forcing himself to stare away.

Pleased with yet another opportunity to see the handsome older man shirtless in this hot summer, she walked on through the street with a devilish grin on her face. She knew exactly where she was going. Turning down a few alleyways she finally made her way to a pretty average looking house; knocking on the door she waited patiently for someone to answer it. After waiting about 2 minutes a man appeared at the door wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a tired face. She smiled at him and he rolled his eyes, she then grinned and gave him a fake pout, “oh but baby, you know how I get when I’m horny” he got out of her way and she walked in kicking off her worn down black dress shoes.

She ran her fingers through her hair and placed herself on a couch in the living room. A few half smoked joints were sitting on the coffee table and she picked one up, she looked through her back pack for a moment before pulling out a lighter; lighting the end of the joint as she inhaled. As she took a few more drags the young man came into the living room, she held out the J and smiled at him “drag Matt?” she asked licking her lips. He took it and took a few drags while she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt slipping it off, her tits pressing against the fabric of her white lace bra. Matt’s eyes narrowed as he admired her well-endowed breasts and he stubbed the joint out in the ashtray.

“I’m guessing you want it rough then huh?” He said almost casually as he undid the button on his pants, unzipping them shortly after and letting kaçak iddaa them fall to the floor revealing a pair of tight white boxer-briefs a large semi-hard cock inside straining against the tight fabric.

Holly had met Matt when she was 16; an older friend of hers who said that he was an incredible fuck (and sold excellent pot) introduced them. He was 21 then and enjoyed the fact that a 16 held such an interest in him. Now she had been his most regular customer since, and although he enjoyed the money that came in from her buying his stuff and also the fact that she was a great little fuck he couldn’t help but find her annoying on most occasions.

This worked out just fine for Holly; she loved to be treated with such indifference. It made her hot thinking that the only thing he was interested in was a decent fuck. He was like an addiction for her and she was glad to know that he was there whenever she needed it.

She licked her lips as she watched him take off his pants and she stood up and undid the buttons on her skirt, letting it slip down her legs, revealing a white lace thong. He watched her do this as he slipped off his tight briefs his cock literally thudded against his thigh as he watched her slip off her bra slowly, her large breasts spilling out in there glory and now he licked his lips. She turned around and bent over as she slipped her thong down her legs. Before the thong had even hit the floor she felt his hands grab her hips. He moved a hand over her bare, smooth ass and gave it a slap “mmm, so who’s made you all hot and bothered this time huh?” he asked moving his hand lower and teasing her slit with a single finger up and down.

She shuddered slightly and her warm pink lips opened as she tried to respond, “that guy, the guy that does all those musical’s you know?” She responded in breaths as he slid a second finger inside of her and started moving them in and around her soaked pussy. She moaned and responded to his fingering by pushing her hips into his hand, his fingers working there way deeper inside of her and he reached out with his other hand and began massaging her breasts, his fingers kneading her breasts with expertise, pulling at her nipples as she moaned.

Matt grinned to himself and shoved a third finger roughly into her as she yelped, “him again huh? You haven’t been able to pull him; you the great ‘temptress’?” He asked in a teasing fashion as she increasingly pushed her body against him writhing against his hand as she hungrily moaned.

“Just fuck me…please Matt…I need it.” However annoying she could be, these words always brought a smile to Matt’s face.

He pulled his hand out of her, which brought a disappointed sigh from her. It was soon replaced with a loud moan as he slid his cock slowly into her wet pussy, pushing his thick long length down her, he grabbed her tits with both hands, roughly massaging them as he whispered in her ear, “maybe kaçak bahis you need to change your image…maybe he’s sick of blonde sluts like you coming onto him” he sneered into her ear as he moved his length in and out of her from behind. She continued to moan and whimper as he said this. While it was meant as a cruel joke from his part, it struck a chord with Holly and she realised that what he was saying made perfect sense. He continued to slide his thick hard cock in and out of her, she responded with her hips bucking against his, her moans steadily getting louder as he fucked her harder.

Matt continued to bang the young blonde harder and pushed her closer to the wall, as they neared it Holly’s hands flattened against it and he began to bang her harder as they pushed against the wall. He gave her ass another slap and rammed his hard long cock into her faster, causing a new rush of pain and pleasure to enter Holly as she moaned and squealed in response.

“Oh God, harder Matt…fucking harder” she moaned as he kept moving in and out of her damp cunt, thrusting himself harder at her against the wall as she screamed and whimpered in ecstasy. He felt a tightening of her pussy contracting around his hard cock and he groaned in pleasure as she felt her cum all over his dick and then banged one last time into her with his long thick shaft.

“Oh yeah, that’s it slut, take it all” he cried as he felt the tightening of his balls then a rush of his cum splashing inside of her, the sides of her pussy leaking with his and her liquid; white streams of it pouring down her thighs as he continued to thrust a few more times inside of her, grunting as he did.

As Matt felt the last of his cum dripping into her soaked pussy he slowly withdrew from her breathing heavily as he walked back to the centre of the room. She remained with her hands against the wall panting for a few moments longer before moving him. Matt had re-lit the join and handed it to Holly.

She took a few drags of the J and turned to him, he was just sliding his jeans back on as she grinned at him. He gave her an annoyed look, “you know I hate it if you hang around afterwards Holl…” he said as he did up his jeans, the outline of his semi-hard cock apparent.

She shook her head, “no I just wanted to thank you…I think your little idea might get that which I desire most” she said sliding her finger along her thigh; covering it in a thin layer of cum and then sucking on it till it was clean. As she watched Matt’s eyes follow her actions she swallowed and grinned.

He rolled his eyes and through her underwear at her. “Get home before your mum starts to wonder where you are,” he said coldly as he flicked on the TV and stretched out on the couch. She smirked, chucked the spent J into an ashtray and started to slip her messy uniform back on.

On her way out she picked up a 50 bag lying on the coffee table, she gave him a sweet innocent look and a quick “I’ll owe you”. He shrugged, she was always good for it, and he couldn’t care less at the moment. She hurried out the door and he heard the door slam shut as she wondered back down the street.

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The Day His Fantasy Came True

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The sky outside was overcast and dark, as the storm brew on the horizon; Stella got out the candles and lit them. Sitting them around the lovely small cottage anticipating that the electric may go out and if so then it would be the ideal time for them to have a nice playful night. And this would be the night that she gave Dave, his one most memorable fantasy that he had been begging her for.

Once the candles were lit, she went into the master bath to prepare for the evening. She filled the luscious tub with warm water, adding the bubbles to it, and stepping in to soak. This was so relaxing and helped her get in the mood before he arrived home from work. After soaking for about a half hour, she began to shave her underarms, legs and last but not least her soft mound.

She always enjoyed shaving her mound because it gave her a chance to fondle herself. She slowly applied the shaving gel, lathering it in good before taking the razor in hand. With her legs propped up on the sides of the tube she reached between her legs and slowly shaved across the top of her mound. She shaved across it several times before using her left hand to spread the lips of her mound. She shaved the inter part of the lips of her pussy as she gently used her thumb to rub over her clit. She felt a burning sensation built as she continued to rub her clit and shave her enter lips. Then laying the razor aside, she took her other hand and began to work her fingers in and out slowly at first then gaining pace. As she did this, she began to tense up and quiver under her fingertips. Before long she moaned loudly as she lost control and went over the edge with an intense orgasm. She lay in the tub shaking and moaning for several minutes enjoying the feel of her fucking herself.

Slowly illegal bahis she stood up, grabbed a towel and wrapped her hair in it. Then she took another towel and began to wipe the rest of her body. Once she had herself dried, she walked into the master bedroom. She slowly dressed in her silk see thru rose colored lingerie. She pulled her robe on over it before walking over to the vanity to fix her long silky brown hair.

Once she had finished fixing her hair, she went to her secret hide-a-way. She pulled out the needed items for the night which consisted of a pair of silk thong panties for him, black blindfold, a leather strap, and a strap on. She laid them out on the night stand. As she was attending to this, she heard his Dodge Ram truck pull into the garage. She begins to breathe in and out slowly trying to keep her heart from racing with the anticipation.

“Hun, I am home” he said as the thunder cracked in the distance.

“Back here in the master bedroom dear!” she proclaimed as she spread out in the center of the big queen size bed.

As he walked by the master bathroom, he pulled his shirt off and kicked off his boots before walking into the master bedroom. As he walked thru the door, his eyes widened as he saw his elegant wife in the center of the bed.

Taking her pointer finger she motioned for him to come to her. He obliged and walked to the bed and leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. “I see you have something in mind,” he said as his lips meet her soft luscious lips.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do!” she said. She reached over and pulled the silk throng panties from the night stand. “You need to go to the bathroom and put these on and let me know when you have them on” she demanded.

He kissed her illegal bahis siteleri again before turning to leave. Once in the master bath he began to unfasten and unzip his Wranglers. Then he slides them over his hips, as he did this he say that his cock was already starting to get hard. He finished pulling the jeans off and his plain cotton briefs. Then he realized exactly what he had in his hands, not just any kind of silk thong underpants. They were a pair of her red heart printed silk thong panties. His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He slowly put one foot in, and then the other foot. He pulled them up his long muscular legs. He slowly adjusted his cock so that the tip of it was just verily showing.

“Sweetie, I am ready!” he said in excitement.

She slowly crawled off the bed as she reached over and got the blindfold. She walked into the master bath. And she said, “close your eyes hunny” once his eyes was closed she walked over and wrapped the blindfold around his eyes.

She took his hand as she led him back into the master bedroom. Slowly, she began to kiss him softly, running her hands down his stomach. She let her finger tips tease the head of his cock as she kissed and nibbled on his neck. He began to pant as she continued to play with his cock head. He moaned as he grabbed for her.

“No, you do not grab for me” in a scolding voice she said as she walked him toward the bed. “For that you must be punished. Now I want you to crawl on the bed on your hands and knees. That’s it. Right there is good.”

Taking the leather strap from the night stand, she swatted his ass several times. He moaned and groaned as the strap hit his bare ass. His ass was red from the lashes with the strap.

“Will canlı bahis siteleri you try to grab me without permission again?” She asks.

“No mam’” he said

Slowly, she crawled on the bed behind him. She pulled the throng aside and slowly began to lick his ass. She was licking slow gentle strokes as she reached around and played with his cock thru the thin silk material. His cock was very hard as she played with it and licked his puckered asshole.

He moaned and groaned as his breathing became heavier. She knew that before long he would be coming before she was ready for him too. So she let go of his cock and stopped licking his asshole.

“So, do you like getting your ass licked? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Do you like being a male slut for me?

“Yes, to all of your questions!!! Yes please fuck me in the ass master!! Please oh please!”

She took the strap on off the night stand and wrapped it around her waist. Then using the anal grease, she rubbed it on there good. Taking the tip of the strap on, she slowly rubbed it up and down the crack of his ass. As she felt his ass beginning to tense around it she slowly slide it in deeper and deeper until it was almost in. Then without warning she rammed it in deep.

“OH MY” he screamed “Fuck me harder, oh yes fuck me!!!”

She grabbed a hold of his hips and pulled him back on the strap on. He groaned and moaned louder and louder. As she rimmed his asshole with the strap on she began to stroke is hard cock.

She yelled, “Cum for me you male slut. Yes I know you want too. Yes you can cum for me know!”

As he bucked back he came squirting his cum up his stomach and into his face. He was panting, moaning, groaning, and growling as he came hard over and over. Then they collapsed on the bed. They lay for several minutes before either one had the energy to move. They listened to the lighting and thunder crack. She slowly pulled the strap on out of his ass. Then they cuddled up on the bed and fall asleep.

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