The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 02

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A ringing phone woke me from a deep sleep. I came out of a dream about getting caught by Harriett while I was fucking Rose to an extreme orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, Harriett burst through the basement door. I pulled out of Rose and blasted cum all over Harriett’s face. She turned beet red and stormed out of the house, shouting threats laced with obscenities. So much for pleasant dreams. I pulled on a robe and dawdled downstairs. Harriett and Winifred were already dressed. Winifred’s plate was spotless, not unexpected.

Harriett waved her hands as she spoke. In the past, I’d caught what she’d said were unintentional slaps. “I’m taking Winifred on a sightseeing tour. You know, the Mag Mile and maybe some of the museums.”

I thought most of the museums were closed on Sunday, but Harriett could suffer with her own lack of planning. “Who called?”

‘”Oh, yes. Someone invited you to an open house. She left the address.” Harriett pulled a piece of scrap paper off the counter and handed it to me. “Are you looking at houses without talking to me?

Our house was really Harriett’s house, a gift from her folks. “Nope. They must have me mixed up with some other Marcus.”

“Another Harvey Marcus? Not likely. You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Heck no.” I wanted a calm restful Sunday to prepare me for the onslaught of demands Tashun would have waiting for me. If Harriett and Winifred were out, I could relax with a Penthouse Letters or maybe I could assemble the RAID array and watch fathers and daughters fucking. “Besides, this is a nice house.” Despite the fact that it was hers.

“But they made it sound urgent. Almost as if they expected you to be there. Someone might be waiting. It wouldn’t be nice to disappoint Max.”

I swung my head around so fast I pulled a neck muscle. “Max? Was that the woman’s name?”

“No, that was a direct quote, or close to it. ‘Don’t disappoint Max’ is what she said.”

The only Max I’d met was Maximillion Vinibaldi, Chairman, MultiMax International, whose wife Ella I’d accidentally fucked in the storage facility. [Author: See Pub(l)ic Storage]. The light bulb came on. Max was coming through on his promise. Maybe I’d be coming too, inside Ella’s sister. “I don’t think I know Max.” Lie.

“Go ahead. We’ll be out anyway and it’s not far. It could be important. You never know what kind of networking opportunity it might be.”

If she was who I thought she was, the networking would have me plugging cock into pussy. “Okay, after I have a bite to eat.”

I got cleaned up, dressed and had a bowl of cereal. I’d put Groats on the shopping list, so Harriett could try some. She deserved the experience.

* * *

I drove to the address, in a development not all that far away, and still within the bounds of the high school district. It was a typical two-story, where the second floor ended where the main floor garage started. Wasted opportunity for usable space. A bright blue sign announced ‘OPEN HOUSE’ with an arrow pointing the way.

At the door, a vaguely familiar dishwater blonde in a yellow zip-up dress met me. “Mr. Marcus?”

“Yes, that’s me.” I entered the house.

“I’m Melanie Ferguson, Ella’s sister.” She extended her hand. I shook it. “You asked Max to meet me?”

Max had come through on my request. “Yes, I did.”

She didn’t let go, evolving the handshake into handholding. “You and Ella had quite an encounter, eh? I would have loved to have seen Max’s face.”

Speaking of faces, Melanie didn’t have the luxury of Max’s millions. That meant no orthodontia, no plastic surgery, and no nose job. In addition, she’d had no breast augmentation of size or support, and anything else Ella had done to her body. Still, her tits were of nice proportion.

“So, we should get started. Go upstairs to the daughter’s room while I pull out the Open House sign.”

I climbed the stairs. The daughter’s decidedly pink room was obvious by its messy decor, wall posters and photographs on the wall above the headboard. The strewn clothes led to a walk-in closet, whose doors had shutter-style vents. In the corner, a small table held a desktop computer bahis firmaları with a good size screen and one armless rolling task chair. On the wall, one of the posters was for a teen rock singer named Hannah Banana. Never heard of her, although she was kind of cute. Too bad I didn’t travel in those circles. A couple of Morse High School banners flanked the photo collection, along with a poster for the Morse Dashes basketball schedule. Circled in pink was a game the following Friday, evidently against a rival school. The occupant had written ‘Kick their asses!” alongside the date. Hundreds of photos were pinned to cork squares glued to the walls. I knelt on the bed, checking out the pictures. The photos showed young women, lots of them. It was easy to tell which one lived there – her face showed up in almost every shot, including a traditional family photo with Mom, Dad, sis and an older brother. She was very cute, with a round young face that didn’t match her voluptuous body. In one beach shot, the size of her breasts was obvious. My cock responded, as I thought about being in that young ladies’ bedroom. My imagination is quite advanced. In several shots, I was surprised to see Jaqi, my buddy Smith’s daughter. She was a friend of the resident teen? That lent additional firmness. No, no way, Jaqi was off limits, despite our encounter at Annie’s sweet sixteen sleepover [Author: See Sweet Sixteen Sleepover].

“I’m ready.” Melanie stood in the doorway, the dress unbuttoned and hanging loose from her shoulders. Ella had mentioned Melanie’s ‘wanton lifestyle.’ Perhaps this would just be a quickie for her, another notch on her garter belt. The teen’s bed was much better than the public storage shed’s pile of cardboard cartons.

Melanie came over and put her arms around my neck. Her buckteeth were prominent against my mouth. The kiss wasn’t bad, just a bit moist. Melanie was drooling at the opportunity. Me, I wasn’t as worked up about her as the young woman whose room we were in. “Now you can make a comparison – the real thing versus the artificially enhanced model.” She shrugged and let the dress fall off, leaving her in bra and panties. “Your turn.”

Melanie didn’t work out, at least, the lack of muscle tone bore witness to a sedentary lifestyle. Perhaps horizontal was a better description. Her bra struggled to keep her breasts up. Her posture was worse. Her hair was uncooperative, strands escaping in all directions. Her knees were bony. God, she was a mess. A horny mess, but someone I had little interest in fucking. Except there was her brother-in-law Max, who expected me to perform. After all, this was my big reward. How pissed would he be if I didn’t? Too bad I hadn’t a clue just how many repairs Ella had received until seeing the ‘before’ image of her identical twin. I certainly would have picked something or someone better than this.

I pulled off my pants and jockeys, struggling to stay erect. Melanie’s wide eyes showed she was impressed, even if I was only half hard and losing ground fast. Instead of keeping her distance, she moved quickly to me, hugging and kissing. She reached behind and unclasped her bra. It fell off, her breasts throwing the garment to the floor. She laid on the teen’s bed and pulled off her panties. A shaggy scruff of pubic hair looked nasty, like it had never been groomed. Or maybe even washed. And I was supposed to get my cock near that? I lost my erection at the sight of her splayed leg naked body but climbed up between her legs anyway. Maybe she’d be satisfied to just suck me off. Her lips gobbled my prick, her buckteeth unable to be pulled back safely behind her lips. I looked up at the photos mounted on the wall above the bed. The one at eye level was Jaqi and the mystery girl in bikinis in a backyard. My fantasy, being with them instead of Melanie, reinvigorated my cock. My erection had strengthened enough for penetration, as long as I had sufficient photographic stimulation for my imagination. I closed my eyes and pretended it was the mystery girl, the normal occupant of the bed, sucking on the head of my cock. Melanie did the honors, dragging me lower by my hips, getting me in position. I let her line me up until I knew I had a direct line of penetration and tossed my hips forward. Melanie shouted something obscene. I tried to ignore her voice, because it ruined the story in my head. I dreamed of ripping off the mystery girl’s bikini top and fondling those big tits. What kind of nipples did she have? My desires translated into physical action, drilling Melanie hard, throwing her into a fit of uncontrolled orgasms. She squeezed my ass and threw her legs across my back. I closed my eyes, the images of Jaqi but mostly Mystery firmly in my mind, pummeling the pussy in front of me. Melanie screamed and shouted about how this is the best fuck she’d ever gotten. I opened my eyes and focused my attention on Jaqi’s face just my cock exploded. No, never. Smith would have my head on a stake. I couldn’t do that to my friend. On the other hand, Mystery was a stranger, kaçak iddaa and I really enjoyed strange.

Melanie was wasted, legs spread and bent like a broken doll. I got dressed and put the Open House sign back on the lawn. I wondered what would happen if any house hunters would arrive before Melanie regained consciousness. If they were male, perhaps they’d get sloppy seconds. At least when Melanie reported back to Max, I’d get a superior rating.

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The short ride home left me with mixed emotions. Yes, Max had come through with his promise, and I’d cum through sex with his sister-in-law. But only by fantasizing about the house owner’s daughter. I didn’t even know her name despite memorizing her face and figure. God, those tits!

I was surprised to find Harriett and Winifred still at home. “I thought you two were going downtown for museums and shopping.”

“We just couldn’t get up the energy,” said Harriett.

Winifred extend a hand with a slip of paper. “You certainly are popular, Mr. Marcus. I took the message. Who is Lillian?”

Lillian called? I swallowed hard and snatched the slip from her hand. “A student I met at the Science Fair.” Who I practically raped in a chemically induced stupor. “Nice young lady with an unusual project.” And a tight pussy.

“She wants you to come by her house,” said Winifred. “She has something important to discuss. I don’t mean to pry, but is this normal, for a judge to meet students outside of class?”

“I signed up for an advisor program.” Not really. The sign-up sheets had been part of the packet for judges but I was too busy with work and having sex with strangers to tutor students. Although, maybe I should reconsider next year.

“Harvey has always been good with Annie and her friends, haven’t you?” Harriett was pushing papers around the island counter, probably business documents. “Very popular.”

Winifred shot me a knowing glance, as if she’d just mind-melded with me and knew every one of my lascivious secrets. There was no phone number. “I’ll look up her number and make it some other time.”

“No, no, you should go now. It must be important if she needs to see you in person,” said Harriett. “No need to babysit us. I don’t have anything on the errand list. Go on. If you’re around the house, you’ll just distract us from client planning.”

Winifred’s expression changed to one that shouted ‘Save me from this workaholic!’ I shot her a ‘Sorry I can’t rescue you’ look and wandered upstairs to my computer. Why did Lillian need to see me in person? Was she pregnant? My God! Had she told her parents or minister that we’d fucked? Perhaps the police were with her, ready to take me in. Damn her, drugging me! Suddenly, seeing Lillian again filled me with dread.

I looked up ‘Mutzman’ in an online White Pages. ‘Unlisted Number.’ Damn, no chance to call and learn more, and potentially decline her invitation. I’d have to drive there. Harriett and Winifred ignored me as I walked past them towards the garage.

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The Mutzman house was a brick bungalow on a tree-lined street in a neighborhood, which is what builders used to construct before developments were invented. It was six concrete steps up to the front door. Lillian answered a microsecond after I pushed the doorbell. “Hi.”

Lillian looked dolled up in a fancy print dress, her hair styled in spiral curls and a touch of make-up. Infinitely more presentable than the way she looked at the Science Fair, a smart but plain waif. If she’d dressed that way at the Fair, I might have considered fucking her without being drugged. “I got your message. What’s up?” Hopefully, not her weight and the circumference of her waistline.

“I have something for you, and I wanted to deliver it in person. Come on in.” She held the door.

The Mutzman living room hadn’t been redecorated in probably twenty years, assuming it had been decorated back then. The living room was open to a formal dining room, with doors off to the sides, probably bedrooms. I’d promised myself on the drive over that I wouldn’t have sex again with Lillian. She was definitely cuter than the last time I saw her – school girl cute, not womanly cute – and still a scrawny stick of a young woman. I was determined not to breathe in any of her formula.

“So how have you been?” I was not privy to the deal she’d made with Zenellis Industries for her pheromone fumes. Hopefully she got her payment up-front before the escaped gas turned the company into a flash orgy.

“Pretty good, actually. Your introduction to Mr. Zenellis paid off real well. Even though I didn’t win the Science Fair scholarship, what Zenellis paid me was even more. And I’m still inventing.” She swayed back and forth, her hands behind her back. Her small breasts pressed forward. I pretended not to notice. “I have a new formulation that eliminates one of the original ingredients. The reason we both saw enhanced versions of each other was a hallucinogen. That’s gone, replaced by a refined and more potent formula.”

“Sounds kaçak bahis like you’ve been hard at work.” I was trying not to get hard, and pretty much succeeding despite the topic of conversation. “So, what do you have for me?” A policeman with handcuffs waiting in the next room? Your father with a shotgun?

She reached into a pocket of her flower print dress. “Here.” She held out an envelope.

I took it, folded it, and put it in my pocket. “Is that all?”

“You’re not going to open it?” For the first time, I notice Lillian was knock-kneed. Just a bit. It was sexy.

“I thought I’d open it later, in private.”

“But I want to see your expression.” She pouted.

I hate pouting. I pulled out the envelope and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper that looked like a check. It was, a cashiers check made out to me, my name properly spelled, in the amount of $50,000. “What’s this for?” The paper felt gritty.

“Your fee.” She smiled.

At least the pout was gone. “I don’t understand. How did I earn a fee? For introducing you to Zenellis? A percentage of your licenses?”

“No, silly. The way I figure it, I wouldn’t have known that my invention worked if you hadn’t tested it with me.”

We’d had hallucinogen-enhanced sex. “Is that what we did? Test your invention?

“You showed me it worked. That was a breakthrough. Up to using it, all my work had been theoretical. Although, to be honest, I was really embarrassed afterwards. I had some trouble with the emotional impact, the way I had my first sex, but finally talked it out with somebody.”

Who else knew of our encounter? “Did you try it out on anybody else? I mean, a classmate?” Or maybe her father? My mind had slipped into the gutter.

“Oh no! You’re the only male whose attention I’ve ever received and it took drugging you-“

“Both of us.” I corrected her.

“You’re right. I don’t think I would have had the nerve to do what I did without my formula.”

I’d shown her a lot more than attention. Myself, naked and erect. How to get fucked from behind standing at a sink. Damn, I was getting an erection. “You really don’t have to pay me for, well, something mutually enjoyable.” To be fair, the hallucinations had dulled my memory of the particulars. I was sure we’d fucked and gotten all sweaty, because that’s how we were when the aerosol potion wore off.

So that’s why Lillian invited me over? To get paid as a human lab rat? Why had I been so certain Lillian wanted sex from me again? And why was I disappointed that she didn’t? “So, I guess I ought to go.” I took a couple of steps towards the door. My expanding cock told me otherwise.

She shrugged. “Ought to or want to? Did you expect I invited you here for some other reason?”

I’d promised myself there would be no sex, but she was hard to resist. Especially since I was harder than Chinese arithmetic, which I’ve heard is impossible for Caucasians. “Maybe.” I couldn’t control myself. Lillian was looking more desirable every minute. She wasn’t morphing into a big-busted sexpot. Still, my urges overflowed. “I thought you might want to do it again. I mean, oh man, this is so awkward.” It would have been easier if she’d been interested.

“You know, since you were first and only sex partner, I think about you when I get horny. Which has been pretty often these days. But you’re not interested in me, I expect. Without the formula, you’d be having sex with plain old me.” She spun around. The dress floated up a bit, exposing her thin legs.

Legs that led to – oh God, my cock was taking control. “You could ask me instead of guessing.”

Lillian giggled. “About having sex with me again?”

“Sure. Why not ask?” I was suggesting the unthinkable, and I didn’t know why. Perhaps because my cock insisted.

“My new formulation works!” She jumped for joy, exposing more of her legs.

Legs I wanted spread so I could – oh man, I was out of control. I scooped her up. “Which way to your room?”

She pointed. I practically ran through her door, tossed her on the bed and stripped. If she hadn’t taken off her dress, I would have ripped it off.

The words ‘new formulation’ echoed in my head. Had I been drugged? I was hyped up and ready for sex, but curious how she’d delivered her new version of the formula. My dick waved back and forth, a pillar of the community. A private community of two. “Am I under the influence?”

“Yes. Delivery of the new formula is powder. More easily controlled. Avoids the airborne problems.”

The powder on the check! This was intentional from the beginning. The little vixen. I climbed up between her legs and rubbed my cock along her moist furrow. She’d taken me before so I knew I would fit just fine. Without any pretense or delay, I positioned my prick and pushed.

“Ooooh, I don’t remember it being this big.”

She was very tight. “I don’t remember much of our first time, not much at all. But that was then. This is now!” I pulled back and pressed into her again. My cock wormed its way deeper. With patience and pressure, I bottomed out. Withdrawal was easier as her pussy moistened. I established an in-and-out pattern that got steadily faster, a vigorous fuck. She’d as much as asked for it by drugging me.

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Thursday, at Eight

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They are old friends, but they haven’t met up for a couple of years. She is petite and lithe, her taught little body belying her love of dance.

Her auburn hair is just short of her shoulders and she has brown eyes. Her nose is a little too sharp and when she speaks, her voice is slightly shrill. It registers with him and he remembers without guilt how annoying he used to find it.

Her body is perfect though – her olive green silk bra cupping her pert, proud breasts. Beneath the scooped neckline, her soft cotton top laces up, and her underwear is visible between the laces.

The low red light in the city centre bar where they meet falls across her smooth skin, and accentuates the shadows between her breasts. Her waist is tiny, but her arse is sweet and round, her frayed jeans tight.

He is much taller, well built and rough round the edges, even in the well fitted suit. They are both professionals, in fields different enough that their low opinion of the other’s jobs affects their view of each other and adds to the undercurrent of tension beneath their friendly conversation.

She reveals that she is still unattached. He lets his eyes run heavily over her body, and knows he is not the only man to have done so, even in the short time since they sat down with their drinks. He is amazed, and tells her so.

She feels a warmth between her legs and the beginning of a blush in her cheeks. She brushes the compliment away, but her fingers stroking her hair and her eyes, seeking out his, let him know she enjoyed receiving it. She remembers an evening years ago not long after they first met.

She’d come in from her dance class, still in her leggings and shiny black leotard. They’d watched TV together as she let the perspiration from her class cool on her skin. Her legs rested on his, close enough for her to provoke his arousal and let the sexual tension between the two of them build.

She could feel his eyes all over her body. A few quick moves from him could have her naked and beneath him, her hips thrusting up unashamedly to take him inside her. She had certainly thought about it, and was nearly sure he’d been thinking the same too.

She savoured the feeling, shifting her position slightly so he could feel the firm curve of her arse press against the side of his thigh.

He takes a gulp of his beer. His manner is warm on the outside but on the inside, he is almost maddened by her awkwardness about relationships. What is about her? Does she like being pursued but not caught? Or is something stopping her from letting go?

He also remembers the night when they flirted in her room. He remembers her showing off her lean body for him, stretching in front of him to loosen her muscles after her dance class. He remembers the jolt in his dick, so hard it was almost painful, as she stretched her legs across his lap.

He could see her nipples clearly, pushing up against the Lycra of her leotard, and he lost himself in the fantasy of sucking each hard in turn, feeling them swell in his mouth. He has long ago decided that he won’t have her, but why hasn’t she gone with someone else?

He feels his cock starting to throb as he thinks, for the first time in years, about what it would feel like to fuck her.

She is demure and keeps strict control of herself in front of him. Yes, she is still attracted to him but the feeling is seedy to her in a way she can’t explain.

She has sex in tastefully decorated bedrooms, with the lights off. But she imagines him pinning her desperate body across the bonnet of a car in a darkened side street or pushing her against a wall, his cock skewering her from behind.

Looking at herself in the mirror of the Ladies toilets, she can’t stop her hand lifting aside her green silk panties and probing the hot, wet flesh beyond, toying with the image of the two of them wrapped around each other, him deep inside her.

She stamps on the thought hard. Even the difference in their size is a problem for her. Might he not just be too big for her? illegal bahis No, she has enjoyed herself tonight, and she is looking forward to seeing him again. She will put that to him when she returns to the table.

But on the way across the bar, seeking him out amongst the other customers, she realises she isn’t ready for the night to end yet. They both have to be in work tomorrow, but her apartment building is just a hundred yards up the street from the bar.

She makes the invitation, suddenly afraid he’ll say no, but he accepts immediately, and the warm wetness between her legs starts to grow again, beyond her control.

She notices how well his suit fits him, and lets him help her on with her coat, pushing her slim shoulders back and feeling his breath on her skin, as he gently pulls the coat together over her breasts.

The ride up to the eighth floor in the lift lasts a few seconds, but feels like hours. She stands, back to one wall, her hands splayed against the cool metal panel, her breasts rising and falling beneath her clothes with each one of her short breaths.

He is close to her – the lift is so small that he must be – and when he adjusts his stance a little, she gasps, so strongly does she need him to touch her. But he does not, and they walk down the hall to her apartment.

She turns on soft lights, leaving the spectacular view of the street lit city out of her balcony door uninterrupted. He asks her, in his polite but direct way, if he can use her bathroom. While he is out, she pours drinks for them both, and an extra measure of neat Bombay Sapphire for her.

The warm liquid tingles in her throat, and the feeling spreads through her body and along her limbs. She toys with exactly how much contact she will allow. Should she let him kiss her on the cheek when he leaves? Her lips? What about if he were to hold her too? She shivers at the thought. She sits in one of the tall metal chairs beside her dining table, wondering whether, after he’s left, she might try her new vibrator for the first time.

She starts when he enters the room, spilling her drink on her jeans. He apologises and steps toward her to help. Her eyes meet his and unconsciously, she pushes her hips forward just an inch and sighs .

His fingertips stroke her bare upper arm, and all she can think of is her gaping wet cunt beneath the silk ribbon of her panties, needing to be filled by him. Her eyes flutter shut at his touch, and she pushes her chest upwards towards him, her shoulders back against the cold metal of the dining chair. He kisses her once, unbearably softly, barely brushing her lips. She can feels her pink nipples swelling under her bra, aroused by the slightly rough silk. She opens her eyes.

“Trust me.” he says. She nods. She has thought about this for years, she realises.

She feels his fingers circle her wrists, holding her arms around the chair – and then she moans as he pulls her wrists together, behind the chair. He ties her gently, but firmly so that her shoulders are pulled back against the cold metal frame.

She pushed hard with her strong legs, arching her back and lifting her backside off the chair. Her top rides up over her flat belly, showing her flawless creamy skin. He yanks her belt undone and drags her trousers down, revealing her lean thighs.

He is telling her all of the lewd things that he is going to do to her, how hard he is going to fuck her and how many times she is going to come. She moans helplessly, physically needing everything he says.

He disappears behind her, leaving her tied to the chair and wondering what to expect. When he returns, he is holding her new vibrator, nine inches of flesh coloured rubber. He turns it on and it begins to pulse as though alive.

He smears lube all over her smooth inner thigh, rolling the vibrator in it so that its buzz passes through her and shakes her core with need. She shouts no, and writhes against the scarf that he has used to tie her wrists, but her pussy is on fire and coated with her illegal bahis siteleri sticky juices. She knows that he can see the wet soaking her green silk panties and the seat cushion.

He is telling her that she she needs her tight little pussy fucking with the dildo to get her ready for him. She closes her eyes, rubbing her body wantonly up and down in the chair as she feels his fingers lift aside her panties.

The massive, pulsing vibrator touches her flesh, parting her lips and then slowly, inexorably, he slides it inside her. Instinctively she jacks her body up, away from it, but she can’t lift herself completely clear, and the vibrator bumps against her clit before slipping inside her again.

He watches, unable to look anywhere else, at the grotesque sight of her pussy lips taking the vibrator inside her. She moans as each millimetre slips inside her, her breasts rising and falling quickly.

The sex toy feels huge to her, filling her completely. She jerks upwards again, not knowing whether she wants to escape or feel the vibrator slide into her again. She feels a tremor in the walls of her pussy, and disbelievingly shakes her head.

With her toned, dancer’s body, she has the strength and poise she needs to fuck herself silly on the slick, greasy dildo. Out of control, her hips thrust forwards again, before her pussy swallows the dildo almost to its base. She cries out, a long, shuddering gasp. She opens her eyes, watching him.

His dick is hard, and he moves his hand from the dildo to his own belt buckle. A sharp tug, and it is undone. He lifts his dark swollen cock from his boxers and, closing his hand around it, starts to bring himself off at the sight and sounds of the beautiful young woman in front of him.

He brings himself closer to her, so he can see the tiny beads of perspiration starting to form on her perfect skin. Sharply, he lifts her cotton top up over her head, so he can see her slim shoulders writhe against the back of the chair, and the olive green silk straps of her bra, bracing her jutting breasts.

His cock is close to her now and the next time she lifts her body over the dildo, the bare flesh between her tits rises just enough to feel the touch of his hot cock. Bracing himself against the back of the chair, he matches his movements to hers, letting his dick rub up against the valley between her tits. The warmth of her skin and the rough contact of her bra against him make his cock throb with a life of its own, the ache and the pressure in his balls growing and growing.

She is appalled by the sight of his cock and her face shows it. But she needs the dildo inside her now, and nothing can stop the rhythm in her hips, driving herself down on the buzzing rubber. She has never made a sound during sex before, but now she moans and gasps with each aching penetration of her burning hot cunt.

She feels a shudder deep inside her – and then she comes, each moaned cry matching the thrust of her hips as she screws herself down on the vibrator, her hot wet lips engulfing the shaft until the muscles in her thighs and bum feel exhausted and weak.

His own self control goes completely at the sight of her writhing and twisting beneath him and, his arms tensed against the back of the chair, he lets go, watching his swollen cock pump hard, lacing her lithe body with gouts of semen from shoulder to belly.

She moans and coos, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. She would be happy to stop there, and a flash of annoyance registers on her face as he pulls the vibrator out of her and drops it on the floor. She feels his hands slip around her legs behind her knees, and then run smoothly over her firm skin to her tight backside. Her skin is covered with a light sheen of sweat and she feels his eyes run over her, from her lean thighs, to her flat belly, to her pert breasts, her nipples pink and swollen inside her bra.

His hands cup her buttocks beneath her expensive silk knickers and squeeze, lifting her hips off the chair so that he can canlı bahis siteleri slide his own legs beneath her. Her breaths shorten, as he watches him bring his hard cock closer to her, her clit tingling in anticipation.

She catches his lips with hers, pressing her open mouth against him and sliding her tongue in, seeking out his, asking him for more. She feels him squeeze her arse harder, lifting her body higher. His hands run though her hair, slipping down to her shoulder, where he pushes the silk strap of her bra, with its pretty pink embroidered flowers, up and over her shoulder.

She watches, as the silk cup stretches, before being dragged downwards. She feels the delicious tension in the strap, pulling her arm against her flank.

The material of her bra snags on her sensitive, erect nipple and she catches her breath. He pushes at her the strap a little more and her nipple slips out, pink and tingling.

He cups her breast, lowering his lips to her smooth skin, and she gives a shuddering gasp as he sucks hard on her. Out of sight, she feels him push his hips hard towards her, his hot dick bumping against her smooth thighs. Unconsciously, she lifts her arse, pushing down with her thighs to bring him closer. She feels the hot, sticky wetness begin to grow again in her cunt. His hand is inside her knickers, kneading her smooth arse. Without meaning to, she jerks her thighs open.

He can feel the heat washing from her, and he is torn between wanting to kiss and caress her, feeling their tongues tumbling over each other, and the need to have her engulf his cock with her lithe body. Her nipple brushes against his chest and she gives the tiniest sigh at the contact.

This pushes him closer to the edge. He pulls himself in harder against her, the walls of her thighs guiding him towards her waiting pussy. The tip of his cock bounces against her warm, tense belly, then against the soft red hair at its base, then against her pert clit. She sighs again, twisting her hips against him.

The swollen head of his cock is caught by her slick, wet walls. She groans and pushes herself against him, her head thrown back and her tits pushed skywards. Too soon for her, he pulls back, leaving a terrible void inside her that she needs filled. Her hips writhe against him as she seeks out his dick, rubbing her engorged clit along the underside of his dick until it slips inside her again. She gasps.

This time, he wants to let her feel his full length, how much he wants her, He feels the tight circle of her pussy gripping his cock beneath the head, her wet yielding walls deeper in. Using both his arms, he pulls strongly against the back of the chair, enjoying the sucking noise as she draws him in, and the sight of her slim body bucking upwards before him. He stops just long enough to let her think she has all of him inside her, then smoothly slides the last two inches of his dick into her, until his balls are against her skin.

She yells, her shoulders working up the back of her chair and her eyes locked on his. They start to move their bodies together, her pussy squeezing him tight, the friction pushing them both towards an unimaginable climax. She crosses her legs behind his body, jerking herself further on to him with each of his thrusts, Finally her clit rubs once, twice, three times against the rough top of his dick and her whole body shudders with the release of her orgasm. Simultaneously, his aching cock spouts hot clots of semen into her, pumping her so full the liquid oozes out of her around his cock.

He slips out of her and unties the scarf from her wrists. She looks up at him. She has no words to tell him what she actually wants, so she says:

“Would you like to come and look at my bedroom?”

He nods and smiles, letting her get up. She walks through to the bedroom and he follows, watching her tight bum shimmy in her knickers as she walks. In the room, she looks over her slim shoulder to make sure he’s watching, and then climbs up on to the bed.

She is kneeling up, facing away from him. She runs her hands over her own slender body from her knees up to her breasts, then suddenly bends over, her backside high, her head down and her arms stretched out in front of her.

“Well, what do you think?” she asks.

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It appeared to be the beginning of one of those rather disheartening days. Ilsa awoke leisurely, knowing she didn’t have to work later in the day, but felt rather empty when she reached to touch the bed where Richard’s warm body usually lay. Richard, as was his habit lately, had risen with the sun and headed for the office.

Ilsa ran her fingers over his pillow and the wrinkles in the sheets, pondering. For some time now, Richard the Lover had disappeared, to be replaced by Richard the Corporate Man. His work had become nearly all-consuming, resulting in many disappointingly lonely nights for Ilsa. She lay back, naked between white satin sheets, and decided something had to be done to change Richard’s focus. As she became lost in thought, she absentmindedly touched her nipples, then slid a hand down her belly…

Just before noon, Richard pulled up in front of their home, parked the SUV in the drive and went to the door. When Ilsa had phoned him earlier, to ask him to come home for lunch so they could spend some time together, she had that tone in her voice. And when he heard that tone over the phone, that sexy, come and get me tone, he realized he’d been way too wrapped up in work to appreciate her lately. For just that reason, he had made a stop on the way, to pick up something to surprise her with.

“Hey babe, I’m home,” he called out as he walked in the front door. As he went to the closet to hang up his raincoat, Ilsa walked up behind him.

“I know. I saw you through the front window.”

Richard turned to look at her and wasn’t too surprised to see she was wearing nothing but the black silk nightie he had given her at Christmas. “I hope nobody saw you through the window,” he chuckled, taking in her long legs and full, firm breasts which pressed against the flimsy material. “You know I don’t like to share.” Ilsa’s blue eyes sparkled as she handed Richard a glass of riesling. As he took the glass from her and sipped, she took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Ilsa had already closed the blinds and lit a couple of sticks of incense. A sensual aroma wafted about the room as the sultry tones of Diana Krall emanated from a micro stereo on a bedside table. Ilsa perched on the edge of their king-size bed and patted the spot beside her. “Come here,” she whispered. “I haven’t seen much of you lately and I’d like to see some more, right now.”

“Sure babe, but I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Surprised that Richard would have a surprise after he had all but ignored her for two weeks, Ilsa felt a little of their old spark. “You didn’t have to get anything, but let me see what it is.”

Richard, feeling a little foolish now, reached into the pocket of his sport coat and slowly pulled out a long, red, silk scarf. Usually a straightforward lover, he felt kind of goofy offering Ilsa a prop of some kind. As Ilsa looked at it, he hesitantly said, “I thought we could try something just a little different? That is, if you’re interested?”

She smiled. “Why yes. Yes of course I am. I’ll try anything you’re interested in.”

Relieved that she didn’t giggle at his suggestion, he stepped to her and took the glass of wine from her hand. “Let me just do this,” he said. He laid the wine on the nearby table and knelt in front of her. Brushing back her shoulder length blonde hair, he gently laid the scarf over her eyes, then reached to tie it behind her head. As he reached behind her head, Ilsa, who had been turned on and horny long before Richard arrived, spread her legs and moved closer to him, hooking her heels behind him.

Having knotted the scarf, Richard kissed her lightly on the lips and ran his fingers down her arms. “That’s not too tight, is it?”

“No. Not at all.” As he stroked her, Ilsa enjoyed the sensation of being blindfolded as he touched her. Even more turned on now, she found she was getting ever wetter. She put her arms around his neck, to kiss him deeply and probe his mouth with her tongue, güvenilir bahis but after short seconds of that, he pulled away from her.

“I’ve got something else,” he whispered.

“Okay,” she whispered back, intrigued. Richard reached into his pocket once again and produced yet another scarf. Taking her hands, he looped the cloth around them, then snugged it tightly against her wrists. “Oh my,” she breathed. This was so unlike Richard – but she was loving every second of it. The scarf cut into her skin a little, but she didn’t want to spoil anything by saying so.

“Now just lie back babe,” he whispered again as he eased her back. Ilsa lay back, then wriggled to where her head was on a pillow. “Now, hands over your head.” As she reached above her, Richard tied the long end of the scarf to the headboard. With her arms now tied over her head, Ilsa’s large breasts were thrust upward, her nipples hard. Kneeling beside her, Richard fondled them, which sent tingles running through her body. “Now, spread your legs, babe.”

Ilsa did so, and she felt Richard move on the bed so he was between her legs. “More,” he said, his voice taking on a demanding tone. Ilsa complied, spreading her legs to what she felt was as wide as she had ever had them. “That’s better.” As cool air flowed over her wet pussy, she felt a little thrill and shivered. Now very aroused, she arched her back and thrust her hips in the air, wanting him, offering herself.

But Richard, who was hard and horny himself now, wasn’t quite ready and still had other things in mind. With Ilsa’s wet trimmed pussy beckoning, he leaned forward to place light kisses on the inside of her thighs, then puffed light breaths over her. She moaned in pleasure as he pushed the nightie up her body to bare her breasts. Kneeling back between her legs, Richard let his gaze roam over Ilsa’s body; breasts taut with her arms over her head, thighs straining to hold her hips in the air, belly flat.

“You look great babe,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her pubic hair. Ilsa pushed against his fingers and as she did so, he ran a finger down over her lips, feeling her wetness.

Ilsa moaned with pleasure. “Fuck me Richard. Fuck me. I want you.”

Looking at her straining for him, he chuckled. “Not yet, babe. Not yet.”

Ilsa now wished she could see the look on his face. “Don’t you have to get back to the office?”

“Not this time, I took the rest of the day off to be with you.”

Somewhat relieved, she relaxed and let her bum settle back onto the bed. “I’m glad you did that. We haven’t been together for a while.”

“I know,” he apologized. “And I’m sorry for that.” Saying that, Richard got off the bed and withdrew two more long silk scarves from his pocket. He moved to Ilsa’s right foot, bound a scarf around her ankle, then spread her leg to tie it to a post at the foot of the bed. He then walked to the other side and did the same with her left foot, spreading her legs wide.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he surveyed his handiwork and rubbed himself through his pants. Ilsa, now blindfolded and tied to the bed so she could barely move, was thrilled. Unable to see, her nightie pushed up around her armpits, her legs spread wide and tied; she had never in her life felt more naked, more vulnerable… or more aroused. She couldn’t remember ever wanting Richard deeply inside her more than right now.

As she lay there, enjoying the sensations running through her, she could hear Richard moving around the room, buttons and a zipper being undone, and clothes being dropped to the floor. The she heard him walk into the en suite bathroom. She assumed he was getting a tube of lubrication (not that she needed it), but she then heard water running. When Richard didn’t return right away, Ilsa was a little confused. “Hey babe,” she called. “Are you coming back, or taking a shower, or what?”

“Patience, babe, patience,” he called from the bathroom.

After a few more seconds, Ilsa heard türkçe bahis Richard come back to the bed, then settle onto it. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“You’ll like this,” he whispered back. As she lay there, she suddenly felt a hot wet cloth being placed over her pussy. Richard lovingly moved it over her, through her trimmed pubic hair, over her clit, along her lips, leaving her even more moist than she already was. His wonderful touch and the warm wetness of the cloth was almost enough to make her cum, but she hung on, concentrating on holding out. He then dried her with a cloth and whispered, “hold still now babe.” As she felt a comb run through her hair, she realized what Richard was going to do – he was going to shave her!

Now kneeling between her legs, Richard combed her little patch of pubic hair, then began snipping away with fine moustache scissors. “Oh, my God Richard,” she moaned as he worked. With her longer hair trimmed close to the skin, he stopped, then she felt warm moistness again as he sprayed warm shaving cream over her mound. It stung a little as he smoothed it over her, but she was enjoying these sensations so much, and Richard’s new-found sexiness, that she just wanted it to last. As he began to draw a razor over her skin, being as careful as he could, she lay as still as she possibly could.

The feel of the razor against her, along with the sting of the shaving cream, pushed Ilsa to new heights of passion. After a few more moments of delicate work, Richard finished, and she heard him walk back to the bathroom. Seconds later, he was back, and he began to wash her with another warm cloth. The feeling of the cloth over her newly-shaved skin was exquisite and, as Richard washed away the shaving cream, she nearly came. The sheets were wet under her bum, her pubic mound felt bare and cool and incredibly sensitive to his touch. He finished gently washing her, then dried her with yet another soft towel.

As Ilsa luxuriated in the incredibly naked feel, Richard knelt between her legs once again. He leaned forward and blew gently over her mound, his warm breath making her shaved pussy feel chilly. As goosebumps rose on her body, she lifted her hips to him, and he softly kissed her aching clit. “Oh, my God,” she moaned as her placed tiny kisses on her aroused bud. She tried to push against his face, but he pulled back, then moved back into to run his tongue over her moist lips, exploring the folds of her skin with the tip. As he penetrated her with his tongue, she strained against the silk scarves in an effort to pull him further inside. As he slowly tongue fucked her, she pulled against the scarves, pushed against his face, moaned loudly. Finally, with a cry of pleasure, in a gush, she came in waves, his tongue as deep inside her as he could push it.

Bucking against him, the scarves biting into her skin, she continued to cum as he continued to lick her, lapping up her juices. As she pushed against his face, Richard couldn’t remember seeing or feeling Ilsa as wild as she was right now. His penis throbbed with pleasure and he began stroking himself slowly as he licked. Suddenly, Ilsa was spent and she lowered her bum back onto the bed, shaking with pleasure after the intense orgasm she had experienced. As she lay there, panting, Richard remained between her legs, stroking himself as he gazed at her body.

After a couple of moments, Ilsa found the breath to speak. “Shit, that was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. My God.” Then she chuckled with pleasure. “How about you now, babe? I know you want to get off.”

“I’m working on that right now,” he whispered as he stroked himself.

“Really? Take this off so I can watch.”

“No way. I’m not letting you see anything yet.” And with that, he let go of himself and began to slowly crawl over her body, pushing against her with his penis. As he moved, he touched her clit, sending yet another wave of pleasure through her body, he pressed his head into her bellybutton, güvenilir bahis siteleri where she could feel a little of his pre-cum, then pushed along her belly. She tried to see his face through the blindfold, but couldn’t, as he straddled her body.

Richard reached for a bottle he had warmed in hot water in the sink, squirted some on his hands, then began to massage Ilsa’s breasts with fragrant oil. As the scent of cinnamon reached her nostrils, she could feel his balls pressed against her belly. As she inhaled the aroma deeply, he smoothed the oil over her, coating her breasts, rubbing it into her sensitive nipples, sliding his hands over her. As her nipples hardened once again, he set aside the bottle, then moved up her chest a little.

Taking his penis in hand, he began to push the head over her breasts, pressing against her nipples, rubbing into the oil. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, stroking a little as he moved it over her. Ilsa wished she could see the pleasure on his face, but was also still enthralled by being blindfolded through their lovemaking. Now that his penis was oiled, as were Ilsa’s breasts, Richard laid it on her chest and then pushed her beautiful globes together with his hands. Firmly tucked between them, he began to pump with long strokes, oiled and sliding easily. As he gently tit-fucked her, the heat of their bodies increased the aroma of the cinnamon oil, and his pumping created enjoyable, squishy sounds.

Now both were moaning, and, as Richard looked at Ilsa’s blindfolded face, she smiled, enjoying the feel of him sliding between her breasts. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Richard squeezed tighter and picked up his pumping pace as he looked down. As he moaned louder, Ilsa smiled again as she sensed Richard’s cumming attraction. “Come on baby, it’s your turn,” she breathed. “Go baby. Go.”

Richard needed no further encouragement and, as he felt pressure building in his balls, he couldn’t hold back. He squeezed Ilsa’s breasts hard and madly plunged his penis between them. In and out. In and out, going full length between them. As he was about to cum, he arched his back and looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold on, trying to put it off… Finally, though, he came; blasting his cum onto Ilsa’s face below her chin, where it ran down over her throat. As she felt his warm load hit her, Ilsa chuckled. “There you go baby. Pump it out. Go for it. Go for it.” Richard continued fucking her breasts and, as his cum flow slowed, he slowed his motion to a gentle rhythm and looked at her smiling face once again.

“God,” he whispered, breathlessly, “that was incredible. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum as hard as that. Still straddling her chest, he released her oily breasts and put his hands on his hips. Looking at her, he moved a little up her body and bent to kiss her. Still a little out of breath, he planted tiny kisses on her lips, then moved his tongue over them. As she smiled, he licked her teeth, then plunged into her mouth, where Ilsa greedily sucked at him. Richard moved to lick some of his cum off her chin, then plunged his tongue back into her mouth, where she licked it off him. As she did, they moaned into each other’s mouth, enjoying the sensation of their tongues intermingling.

After long moments, they broke their tongue embrace. “Richard, I’m getting kind of stiff and sore. Can you untie me now?”

“Of course babe. Of course.” Richard turned and untied Ilsa’s ankles and noticed with some concern the red marks the scarves left behind. “Are you okay? I think I had those too tight, they left marks.” He then turned between her legs to reach for her wrists at the headboard.

“They’re just fine. Don’t worry. They weren’t too tight at all,” she whispered. Richard knelt back between her legs as she stretched her arms slowly and luxuriously. He watched as she untied the scarf over her eyes. Blinking from the light, she looked at him kneeling between her legs, his penis at half-mast, and smiled. “Kiss me.”

As he stretched over her, they kissed deeply and Ilsa wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles behind his back to open herself to him. “That was absolutely wonderful,” she murmured. “But I don’t think I’m ready to call it a night just yet…”

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Thresholds Ch. 14

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Much of the following week was fairly low key, getting to the beach each day at lunch for an hour or so, but it was otherwise rather uneventful. On Friday You gave me a sheer white g-string to wear. The butterflies appeared again as I slipped off my blouse and skirt at the lakeshore, exposing first my bare tits and then my barely clad crotch. Up close it was clear that I sported a bald beaver, my slit fairly evident through the sheer fabric drawn taut over it. My naked breasts were adorned with one inch silver rings through my nipple piercings, drawing even more attention to them than did their bareness. As I walked along the beach with you in your tiny orange g-string, your bits jiggled almost as merrily as did my boobs.

My period came again on Saturday, so it was pretty much a cooldown week. Having a bad case of cock withdrawal, on Wednesday I stopped by your office at lunchtime to give You a blowjob and surprised You by bringing along my friend Sandy who just sat and watched while I unzipped your pants, extracted your cock and proceeded to suck away on it for the next twenty minutes until You rewarded my efforts by squirting a nice big load of goo into my mouth as I held your shaft just far enough away that Sandy had a clear view of the jets of jizz as they erupted from your glans. Like a good girl I swallowed every drop before we left. Walking back to my office Sandy made me promise to return another time and trade places so that she too could savor the pleasures of your swollen shaft in her mouth.

Saturday You picked me up mid afternoon. I was naked when you arrived but otherwise ready to go with an overnight bag of cosmetics and miscellaneous acoutrements already all packed. You embraced me, your hands wandering down my backside as your tongue slipped into my mouth. I detected a trace of your morning coffee as our tongues met. I felt your fingertips trace the line where my cheeks meet my thighs before your hands gently clenched my cheeks and your tongue probed more insistently. I sensed myself getting wet.

And then suddenly you stopped. We selected a couple pair of shoes before You handed me my attire for the ride ahead, a simple pale celadon silk teddy. I slipped it on and adjusted the straps. No jewelry adorned my nipples and looking in the mirror I saw that they made lovely forms in the supple fabric. You smiled lasciviously in approval. I donned my high heel sandals and we headed out. Walking down the hall your fingers again traced the contour at the bottom of my left ass cheek, reminding me of how little I was wearing and how much I was exposed.

For some reason it was a busy afternoon at my apartment building. We encountered several people further along the hall and again on the walk from the building to the car. The teddy wiith its high cut legs and lightweight material was quite clearly lingerie that I was prancing down the sidewalk in and everyone took notice.

You said You had a couple errands You needed to take care of as You threaded your way through the light traffic. The first stop was at a dry cleaner’s where You instructed me to take some things in while You remained behind in the car to watch as I strode across the parking lot before disappearing inside. The Pakistani gentleman behind the counter was quite flustered over my attire as he checked in the jacket and trousers I handed him. He filled out a receipt and handed it to me, eyes glued to my barely covered body.

Next we parked about fifty feet from a mailbox and You handed me some mail to pop in it. This was almost at the corner of a very busy intersection, so plenty of people saw me in the middle of the day in bright daylight with nothing but a few ounces of silk concealing my treasures. One car honked as it passed. When I returned to the car my heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily with excitement. You laughed as you restarted the car. I settled in for the long ride ahead.

Our destination was six hours away and I spent most of the time curled up asleep with the seat laid back. Every once in a while as we passed a trucker you would awaken me could as they regarded my near naked form. A couple times I wound up awakening and realized I was in a position that left the teddy shifted aside just enough that a nipple or my pussy was exposed.

Dusk was upon us as we neared the end of the trip. I awoke as we pulled onto a gravel road. Groggily I asked “How much longer?” to which You replied that we were almost there and that perhaps I should change. You’d left a bag with clothes within easy reach and directed me to it. Inside I found what would be my first outfit for the evening, a black lycra tube dress. I shimmied out of the teddy and into the dress. The stretch fabric clung to my nipples and the hem came barely past my crotch. While not being transparent it gave the illusion of being so. There was a bright red satin g-string which I slipped on and my black fuckme pumps finished things off.

There were already thirty five or forty illegal bahis cars in the lot as we pulled in. After tucking into a slot we got out of the car and followed another couple heading to the entry to a complex of low lying structures. She was tall and leggy, wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a lacy halter top. He wore chinos and a polo shirt.

Inside the entry there was a sign-in table and the sound of loud music from deep inside. You handed me the bag you’d taken from the car trunk as You signed us in and handed the woman at the counter several twenties. She was a buxom blonde wearing a great deal of makeup but very very friendly. As we headed for the door that would take us further she chirped a “Have fun – don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which elicited a snicker from you. I had the distinct feeling you’d been here before and that You and she might have some history.

You’d told me that you’d been to The Ranch a number of times before and it was very much as I’d envisioned. Just off the main entry was the social hub of the place with a good sized dance floor, a thirty foot bar that returned on both ends, an area with a couple dozen tables, a small stage with a stripper pole, and a DJ booth (also appropriately referred to as the BJ booth). We headed toward the bar where you introduced me to Gary the bartender as You handed him the bottles of rum and prosecco You had brought. He immediately poured me a glass of bubbly and You a rum gimlet.

Leaving me at the bar, You disappeared for a bit. While You were gone I was approached by an attractive couple. She was quite petite and cute with shoulder length brown hair and enormous dark eyes, wearing a cute schoolgirl outfit with a short pleated plaid skirt, a simple white blouse, and ridiculously high platform heels. Although she was flat chested, I found the look very erotic. The fabric of the blouse came close to being translucent and her nipples were quite dark, so they made themselves evident depending on how the lighting caught her. Her ass cheeks peeked out past the hem of her skirt and at moments you could tell she was wearing some form of skimpy white panties.

He was a pretty average looking guy, balding a bit but quite friendly and as I sipped my prossecco I became more and more comfortable. A dozen or so people were out on the dance floor. The Electric Slide turned into Who Let The Dogs Out into You can Leave Your Hat On. An industrious and voluptuous brunette had actually come prepared with a hat and by the end of the number was naked save for it. She sported huge nipples and a thick dark bush. Soon after she and her companion disappeared into the back area of the club.

I was perched on a stool and every once in a while the dress would ride up such that various individuals would be afforded a glimpse of my scarlet clad snatch. I knew exactly what I was doing and played it for all that it was worth. This was definitely a place to see and be seen. Gary smiled appreciatively when it was his turn for a sneak peek.

You returned just as the couple I’d been talking to headed for the dance floor. Noticing our glasses were almost empty, Gary offered refills and we eagerly accepted. You suggested we go explore. There were several routes out of the main hall. One led to a short corridor with restrooms, another to a longer one with five private rooms off it. No single males were permitted down this corridor unless accompanied by a couple. We checked it out and found three rooms with the doors open and no one in them, one closed door and another with a dutch style door, the upper half of which was open and the lower closed. A woman with largish breasts was being ministered to by three guys. She was on her back with a cock in each hand and another being rammed in and out of her twat. We watched for a few minutes with You fondled my breasts through the stretchy fabric of the little black dress.

We then headed for the third way out of the main room. A lounge immediately off it had a long modular sofa with several young couples parked on it. One pair was dry humping as they watched porn on a big monitor but otherwise it was pretty tame. A locker room lay beyond and a billiards room to one side. The other way led to another corridor off which was a large communal bathroom with several shower stalls as well as the hot tub area which featured a huge vessel that could probably hold thirty people as well as a smaller one better suited for a half dozen. There were ten or twelve people in the large one and one lonely couple in the smaller. No one was wearing any form of bathing suit.

Doubling back through the lounge a different corridor passed by a room with walls full of holes, some at perfect height for gloryholes, others higher to permit fondling higher and some more appropriate just for voyeuring. We watched a woman enter, strip naked and beckon to two men to join her. They took turns eating her out and having their cocks sucked before the three gathered up their clothes and illegal bahis siteleri disappeared toward a private room.

Moving along further we passed by several “themed” rooms: a barn room, a dungeon, a doctor’s office complete with exam table and stirrups, and a room that was totally black with no lights, just a gigantic mattress. No one was playing in any of these so we continued along. Many more rooms lay beyond, some with signs that said ‘couples only” or “four or more only” or “door MUST remain open”. Two rooms were large communal areas with huge mattresses in the middle and seating around the perimeter. It was early enough in the evening that there wasn’t too much going on in any of these places.

Our drinks were empty by this time and we decided to head back for refills. There were lots of sexy looks and I received many leers and ogles from members of both sexes as we wandered along. The tautness of the fabric made my breasts dance in a very different manner than usual. Instead of the fluid up and down bounce that usually resulted when I walked in heels without the encumbrance of a bra, this was more of a side to side wiggle.

Gary filled us back up as we checked out the main room again. The crowd had grown considerably. I would guess it was now up to a couple hundred people with a ratio of probably three men to every two women. The dancing was getting bawdier and you could tell that the alcohol was beginning to work it’s magic.

After I had taken a few sips You steered me away from the bar and back to the locker room. It was time for a change of attire. You instructed me to strip and I peeled off the dress and g-string. You then handed me a sheer black bodystocking. It was had small straps at the top and a seam that ran straight down the front to my crotch and back up the other side. The seam nestled right into my kittyslit, disguising it but my tits were very visible through the sheer fabric.

We headed back to the main room and corridors where You spent the next hour parading me around like that. We watched all sorts of coupling going on, much of it involving groups of one woman and several men. Often a husband or boyfriend looked on, acting as a referee and keeping things somewhat under control. Other women were also starting to change into sexier attire or shed items of clothing.

As we stood and watched two couples swapping back and forth in a room, we struck up a conversation with another pair. There were slim and well turned out, he in a white shirt and khakis, she at that point in black lace bra and panties. Their names were Ted and Carol and when we headed on in different directions we agreed to try to connect again later.

The hot tubs were filling up. We watched as several women got eaten out as they sat up on the edge, feet in the water. On the deck a somewhat plump woman appeared to be in seventh heaven as a much younger man fondled her feet and sucked on her toes while she masturbated herself.

We continued to tour for the next forty five minutes. It was approaching twelve o’clock and the place was really beginning to hop. There was that unique buzz in the air that you only find at swing clubs when they’re packed and the chemistry is all perfect. Everyone had one common thing on there mind and that was a desperate need to fuck.

Headiing again for the locker room we passed through the lounge. The same group was still there but this time half of the clothing had disappeared and instead of dry humping three of the women were semi naked and straddling their partners with cocks buried deep in their quims. One of the other pair was deeply engrossed in some serious cocksucking and the final couple were just getting out of their clothes.

This time You had me change into a skimpy little black lace garterbelt, stockings and heels. You presented me with a new pair of rings to wear through my nipple piercings and once they were in place, You then fastened a little bell to each. You then stripped down to a pair of tight fitting black bikini briefs that nicely displayed your cockbulge as well as your buns.

We headed back to the bar. Most of the crowd in the main room stays dressed (well, at least sort of) leaving us much more exposed than any others. Gary grinned lasciviously when he saw me with with my tits and twat so brazenly on display. When I saw his reaction I puffed my chest out and shook hte girls from side to side, jiggling the bells as she did. They were inaudible with the loud music, but Gary and everyone else around took great delight in the visual treat. He poured me the last of the bottle of prosecco. You asked for a tonic water and ice for that round.

The bar was quite crowded but access magically appeared for us. We stood for a while sipping our beverages. You played with my tits a bit and then slid a hand slowly down my body, first to fondle my ass and then to wander between my legs and cup my crotch. You switched to just your middle finger and began to stroke my canlı bahis siteleri now juicy slit, teasing my clit a little before slowly slipping it into my pussy a half an inch or so.

I wiggled and squirmed, wanting more of it inside me but You weren’t about to allow me that pleasure. Instead You withdrew it and tickled my clit a little more. All this time I’d had been facing the bar and leaning on it. You spun us around so that You were then leaning against it and I was fully exposed to everyone that was watching (and just about everyone was). You resumed the fingerwork on my love button, at the same time clutching my left breast and grinding your groin against my backside. I writhed in enjoyment and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of your stiff member against my backside. A moaning sort of sound came from deep inside somewhere and I could feel my body temperature rising.

One of the onlookers stepped forward, a striking creature with long dark hair dressed in a glittery minidress. She extended her middle finger and placed her hand just beneath yours, then slowly inserted it in my cunt. I opened her eyes at that point and stared intently into the woman’s deep dark eyes as she fingerfucked me while You continued to torment my clit. I moved my body up and down almost imperceptively at first, but then with more and more vigor as I approached climax. Eventually I let out a banshee cry, my knees buckled, and I clamped my thighs tightly around the hand with the finger inside me, bucking and shaking for several minutes in a thundering orgasm.

Slowly I came back to my senses and there was a round of applause from the room. Our new friend withdrew her finger then sucked my juices from it. You held me close, largely supporting me until my composure returned, then passed me my glass, from which I sipped before looking at You with eyes wide and the filthiest smile I could muster. The other woman had disappeared.

I excused myself, and headed off to mop up a bit. There was lots of company in the restroom, both male and female, some showering including a threesome taking place. A very generously endowed gentleman was standing at the sinks watching himself in a mirror as he stroked away. Whatever floats your boat I guess.

After I’d refreshed a bit I returned to the bar, finding you deep in conversation with a blonde in a red fishnet teddy and red patent leather thigh high boots. I finished off the prosecco and then You steered me away for another tour of the place.

I was the focus of a lot of attention as we strutted about. We both were getting extremely horny from all that we had seen and the general atmosphere. The lounge had cleared out some but the back rooms were now full of people in various states of undress. At one point we stopped to watch a group of six playing on one of the large beds. thirty or so others stood around watching intently as they rolled around sucking cocks and eating pussies.

You slid your g-string off and put a hand on my shoulder, directing me downward. I sank to squatting position and drew your member into my mouth. You continued to watch the group as I sucked away. A few people took notice and alternated watching between the group and us and I did my best to put on a good show for them, licking the shaft, licking your smoothly shaven testicles, spreading my legs wide and playing with my again sodden pussy.

At one point, a sweet faced blonde in the group of six caught a glimpse of us and then proceeded to focus her attention on your cock sliding in and out of my lips as she herself was getting pounded doggy style.

She just kept watching. The fact that she seemed more intent on what we were doing than the fact that she herself was being fucked was a real turn-on. You pulled my dick away from my mouth saying “Stay here” then walked the ten paces to where the blonde was, your raging hard-on bobbing away as you did. You put it right in her face and she eagerly opened her mouth to take it.

The guy pounding away at her smiled and gave a thumbs up. The three of you went on like that for a while. I watched every move, every thrust. The other guy pulled out of the blonde and asked if You wanted a turn. Someone handed You a condom and You pulled it over my engorged dick then positioned yourself between her legs then thrust it into her gaping maw. The other guy peeled his condom off and presented his cock for her oral enjoyment.

Before You came You withdrew and peeled off the condom then headed back over to where I stood patiently waiting. The blonde took on another cock and the pile continued to fuck like rabbits.

We explored some more. Everywhere we went people were fornicating, sometimes just couples sometimes in groups. At one point a guy approached us and asked if we wanted to play. You told him to lose the boxers he was wearing and once he was out of them instructed me to kneel down and suck his cock. I did so and in no time at all was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy white jizz. I swallowed and suddenly another cock appeared which was also then serviced. We were right in the middle of a hallway and guy after guy got lucky. I must have taken on a dozen mouthfuls of cum before things eased up and we moseyed on along.

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Three Hot Days at the Beach

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Jason and Kayla became lovers the first day they met in college. She’s a competitive swimmer; he’s captain of the school lacrosse team. Their bodies are toned, hot, and full of energy – which they need for their incessant lust-a-thons.

As both of them are the “let’s go for it!” types, their sex life immediately took on an air of adventure. In how many different places could they get it on – especially outdoors?

On campus the baseball outfield, football end zone, and soccer midfield became conquests in quick order. But they were too easy.

It’s the off-campus conquests that became interesting. Semester breaks and summer vacations rapidly became quests to “merge with nature” in the most intimate ways. Woodland trails and mountain lakes soon became scenes of rapturous communion.

The summer after junior year, they decided to make the ocean their next triumph. Here we have a luscious account of how they got it done over the span of a three day stay at the shore.

Day One

A brilliant day for the beach. Clothes off, bathing suits on.

They are getting hot — and not just from the sun.

What fun can be had in the water?

On the surface of the waves, it looks like they are simply engaged in a pleasant conversation. But below the bahis firmaları waves, there is some very serious fondling going on.

They really want to go all the way. But it’s low tide, and so many people are around….

But there are other ways to get the release they desperately need. Must move quickly. Get out of the water, and under the blanket.

(Hopefully, no one will notice their excited bodies. And if they do – who cares?!)

They make their way quickly to their blanket. Cover themselves with the extra. Discreetly slide out of their bathing suits. Lay side-by-side; warm, excited bodies generating heat.

They tickle

They shiver

They massage

They moan

They rub

They gasp

They stroke

They groan

They fantasize

They explode

Tomorrow, they will hit the beach at high tide, and with few people around.

Day Two

Their fun under the blanket made them even more determined to go all the way. It was a mission.

They waited until the next day, at early morning high tide. The water was high enough to shield them, and there was nobody around — perfect conditions for the skinny dipping that would make this a quick but exhilarating adventure.

They undressed at their spot on the kaçak iddaa beach and hustled into the water. It was still nice and warm from a long two weeks of high temperatures. They let themselves get accustomed to the feel and rhythm of the waves. It was like their naked bodies were being caressed by strong but gentle hands. Their excitement mounted…

… and multiplied tenfold as they assumed the spooning position. The buoyancy of the water allowed her to spread her legs wide and yet feel stable. It also allowed her breasts to rise and float. Her entire front was accessible to him and in short order he had her excitement at a fever pitch…

… and when she felt his own excitement pressing hard in back of her, she was almost done for. But he knew it, and wasn’t going to make this that quick.

He filled her completely, and then let the rhythm of the waves dictate his own rhythm. She was begging for more and more, but instead he let the ocean dictate the timing of their release.

They came as one as a wave took their bodies and carried them towards the shore. Still swooning, they quickly dressed and headed back to their bungalow.

Time to plan their next exhilarating adventure at the beach.

Day Three

She emerged from the water after kaçak bahis a refreshing dip, and made her way to their blanket. What had he been up to in her short absence?

A smile broke out on her face when she found out. He was lying on his back on their blanket, eyes closed. And with a very big bulge in his swim trunks.

She knew exactly what was going on. He was reliving their doing it in the ocean the day before. It had been a fantastic, frenzied frolic that had left them both turned on long afterwards. Apparently for him, to this very minute 🙂

She knew exactly what had to take place now, to give this fantasy that happy ending it deserved. She quickly checked the beach around them. It was early evening, so most families had gone for the day. A few lone stragglers were far up along the sand. The lifeguard was up in front of them, so they were out of his range of vision.

She quickly pulled down her bikini shorts. Lay on top of him with her head between his legs, and positioned herself so that his head was between hers. She adjusted his shorts a bit to gain access.

Long hours of practice had made them both extremely proficient. In just a few short minutes they brought each other to the peak of excitement and beyond. Delighting in each other’s tastes, they held on just for a moment longer to enjoy the buzz together.

Sighing contentedly, she rolled off him and positioned herself to lay side-by-side. Another great adventure for them on the beach.

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Thoroughly Fucked

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You drive to my home after a long week. You are both physically and mentally exhausted, yet you hope that your energy level picks up, since you have been really horny and look forward to a long night of lovemaking.

Just as you stop your car, you notice that I am already there. I greet you as you open the door of your car, and I hug you warmly as I kiss you passionately. I carry your briefcase and your purse as we walk inside, then take your coat from you.

You begin to speak, but I silence you with my mouth over yours, whispering to you first…

“Don’t say anything…you are all mine tonight…!”

As I kiss you, I begin to slide your clothes off gently, starting with the jacket of your business suit, then your blouse. As each part of your body is exposed, my mouth tastes you, starting with your neck and shoulders. As I unclasp your bra, My mouth closes over your nipples, sucking each of them into a rubbery stiffness.

Now I reach down to your skirt, unzipping it and letting it slump to the floor. As I help you to step from it, I kneel down and slide your heeled shoes off, massaging your tired feet as I do. I roll your pantyhose down next, kissing your pussy gently as I slide it down your legs.

I lift your leg over my shoulder, so that your pussy is just at my mouth. You lean back against the wall and enjoy the touch of my tongue as I explore your folds. With a sudden intensity, my mouth centers over your clit and I suck you in, letting my tongue strum rapidly against your stiff nub. My hands reach around behind you, pulling on your ass cheeks as I fuck you with my tongue, and soon you moan softly in pleasure. Within minutes, your climax approaches you, and suddenly it floods through you, leaving you panting and rocking your pussy against my mouth.

I stand up and kiss you, then lead you to the bathroom. I turn the shower on, letting the room begin to fill with the hot steam, and strip my own clothes. You see my cock, already hard with anticipation for you, and reach for it… but I whisper to you…

“Not now… this is all about you…!”

I lead you into the shower, where I steer you under the hot water. As it beats down on you back and forth, I turn you, so that the hot water can explore all of your body, the way that I like to. When I am finished, I stand you facing away from the spraying water, with your hands on the shower wall, as if I was a cop telling you to “assume the position”…

I lather my string hands generously, then begin to wash you. My fingers start at your shoulders, then follow along your arms as I spread the soap onto your soft skin. As I wash you, my hands massage you, soothing your tired muscles and relaxing you.

I move down to your back, washing and kneading your skin in the same manner, before sliding my hands around and cupping your breasts. I stand against you now, with my hard cock vertically against your back, güvenilir bahis and my strong thighs against your ass. My fingers enjoy your breasts for several minutes, pulling on your nipples, then squeezing your soft flesh.

My fingers trace down your stomach, and find the soft curls of your pussy. I pour hair conditioner into the palm of my hand, then warm it before spreading it through your hair. I wash your pussy hair carefully, teasing your clit as I brush against it. I pull myself tighter against you, letting my cock slide against your soapy back. One set of fingers caresses your breast, while the other set of fingers plays with your pussy. As I lightly pinch your nipple, I stroke your clit in small circles, and I hear you moan in enjoyment. My teasing continues as I suck on your neck, and I can feel your arousal growing. Starting with a slow trembling in your legs, your second climax rolls through you, leaving you shuddering and gasping against the wall of the shower.

I release you, then kneel down to wash your legs as you recover from your pleasure. I lift each one, running my soapy fingers from your toes to your ankles, then along your calves, then up your thighs. Finally, my soapy hands cover your ass, kneading your flesh as I enjoy the feel of your cheeks.

To complete my work, I shampoo your hair. I turn you to me, and you tilt your head down as my fingers massage your scalp. Before you close your eyes, you see my hard cock jutting towards you, and smile in anticipation of my thick shaft in your pussy. I gently wash your hair, then enjoy the sensation of my fingers running through your slippery locks.

Finished now, I turn you to the water and rinse you thoroughly, using my hands to help brush the soap from you. You stand there with your eyes closed, feeling considerably more relaxed than just 30 minutes ago…

I turn the water off, then reach for a soft towel. You stand there, arms at your sides, as I dry you, patting you gently with the towel. Once you are all dried off, I take a blow dryer, passing it over you and letting the warm air completely dry your skin. When I am finished, you watch me as I towel myself off quickly, then throw the towel over the shower rod.

I kiss you deeply, then take your hand and lead you to the bedroom. I sit you on the edge of the bed, then gently lay you back, making you comfortable with pillows. I kneel over you, straddling your upper torso, they take your hands up, spreading them over your head. I lean forward, taking each of your wrists and securing it to the headboard with silk scarves. As I do, my hard cock dangles deliciously in front of your face, but just out of reach of your wet mouth…

You do not resist me as I tie your wrists, but playfully squirm under me, turning your head from side to side as I try to kiss you. I hold your head straight, then plant my mouth over yours, sliding my tongue between your türkçe bahis lips. I kiss you passionately, rubbing my hard cock against you as I do.

Now I move back, and admire your naked body… you look so delicious. I move between your legs, sliding your thighs over my shoulders as I kiss your pussy.

While I rushed you to your first two orgasms, now I will be patient. Very slowly, I let my tongue trace your lips, almost making you beg for me to go faster. I don’t… but instead tease you mercilessly. My tongue slowly slides inside you, fucking you in slow motion as I taste your sweet juices. I suck your clit into my mouth gently, feeling you shudder in pleasure as my tongue rubs lightly against it.

I bring you close to cumming several times, but each time moving away from you before you can reach your peak, and your moans are filled with both passion and frustration. Your pussy is as wet as I have ever seen it, and my face is slippery with your juices. I finally relent, and return my mouth to your pussy…

With the flat of my tongue, I rub slowly against your clit. As the minutes go by, the pace of my tongue increases, as does the pressure that it passes to your clit. Your hips rise up to meet my mouth, and my tongue on your pussy feels fantastic. Within minutes, I can feel your legs quivering, before your body explodes into a hard climax. I continue to lick your pussy as your body convulses in pleasure, until you finally slump back into the bed…

I move up now, so that my knees are just at your shoulders. You see my thick cock hanging down, with a drop of clear precum oozing from the tip. I don’t even speak, but grab the base of my cock and aim it to your open mouth. I watch as your tongue quickly flicks out, sucking in the sweet drop, before it bathes my cock.

Your eyes watch my face fill with pleasure as you suck my cock. I press it into your mouth over and over, telling you to suck me harder…Your lips are stretched wide around my shaft, and you move your head as much as your bound arms permit. As your tongue swirls around me, my hips move forward and back, as I gently slide my cock into your mouth.

You suck me for several minutes, trying to milk my hot cum from me, but I have other plans. I slide my cock from your mouth, then move again between your legs, rubbing my cockhead against your clit, and your pussy lips. With one thrust of my hips, I fill your wet pussy with my cock, and you moan your approval.

While I teased your pussy so slowly with my tongue, I fuck you hard. No teasing… just fucking. Over and over my cock saws in and out of you, and the room is filled with the slurping sound of your wet pussy. I bend down to kiss you, fucking your mouth with my tongue as my cock stretches your pussy. My cock feels great inside you, and from your moans I know it feels just as good for you. I watch as your breasts jiggle from the force of my thrusts, güvenilir bahis siteleri and enjoy the sensation of your pussy as it squeezes my shaft.

I withdraw from your pussy, then reach down to your ankles. I roll your hips back, pushing your legs up over your chest. I place your ankles over my shoulders, then slide my cock back inside you.

This new position lets my cock rub against your clit as I fuck you. Your moans become louder, and more deep, as you encourage me to fuck you hard and deep. I do just that, sliding my hard cock into your wet pussy over and over, with your pussy juices running down into your ass.

Very quickly, I can see that you are close to cumming once again, and I stroke into you as deep as I can. With a sharp cry of pleasure, you cum once more, and I feel your pussy contract around my cock as you writhe in pleasure. I slow my thrusts, but enjoy the look of passion on your face each time my cock enters you fully.

I withdraw from you again, but keep your hips in the air. I lower my mouth to you, kissing your pussy and tasting your gushing juices once again. My tongue follows the trail of juice down from your pussy, all the way to your ass. I spread your slippery cream over your ass, probing you gently with my tongue. I feel your ass relax under the stroking of my tongue, and I press into your ass. My tongue is soon joined by a finger, which slides easily inside you. As I finger your ass, my tongue continues to tease your hole, sending pleasure through you once again…

Once I know that your ass is ready, I move up again. I slide my cock into your pussy once again, just to coat it with your juices, then move it down, until it presses against your asshole. Ever so slowly, I press against you, until your ass seems to suck my cock head inside. We both groan at the sensation, and I begin to rock slowly into you.

Your face is flushed, with your mouth wide open, as you feel my thick cock fill your ass. I move slowly inside you, easing my cock into you in short thrusts, until finally it is fully in your ass. I rest there for a minute, letting your body become accustomed to me, before I begin to move…

I fuck your ass very slowly, but deeply. The sensation of your tight ass gripping my cock is indescribable, and I know that I won’t last long. My cock has never felt so hard before, and the heat of your body fills my balls with hot cum. Your body is also filled with pleasure as you enjoy my cock sliding in and out of you. My cock sends jolts of electricity through every nerve in your ass, and you moan deeply as I pump into you.

I can no longer hold back, nor do I want to. My cock thickens, then begins to pump my hot cum deep in your ass. Pulse after pulse of my cream fills you, and the sensation sends another orgasm slamming into you. Your ass squeezes my cock as you cum, and both of us are convulsing wildly.

When I can gather my senses again, I slide from your ass and lower your hips to the bed. I reach up and untie your arms, then fall next to you. As we hug and kiss, you whisper to me in a sexy voice…

“I have never been so thoroughly fucked…!”

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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.

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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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