The Trip Ch. 03

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Barry caught two more rides that day, almost reaching the Alabama-Tennessee border by nightfall. He found a small roadside motel and checked in for the night. He was pleased with his progress as well as the fuck he had had that afternoon. He was pretty tired and decided to turn in early so he could get an early start in the morning.

The next morning, Barry caught a ride north, into Tennessee. He was walking along a state highway, admiring the beautiful horse farms along the way. This was horse country and there were white, split railing fences for miles. Every so often he would see someone riding in the large acreage farms. He hadn’t realized how long Tennessee was. He had been in the state all day.

Around mid-afternoon, Barry was starting to tire, catching just a few short rides but walking a good bit. Fortunately, the sky had been overcast and not too hot. As he walked along the fence, a young woman riding a large quarter horse rode up to him, bringing the horse to a slow trot. She and Barry began talking, about the horse, his trip, the countryside. Barry found out that her name was Carla and that she lived on the farm she was riding. He told her that he was going to San Francisco to start a new job in a few weeks. Carla was wearing tight, riding pants and a top that did little to hide her ample breasts.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder sounded and it began to rain hard. Barry looked around for a place to get under, when Carla called to him to climb over the fence and for him to get onto the horse. Barry mounted the horse, sitting behind Carla. She told him to hold onto her waist and they rode off. Instead of going to the house, Carla rode to a little cabin in the corner of the property. They were both soaked with the rain as they ran into the cabin, laughing. Once inside, Barry could see the effect the rain had on Carla’s clothes. Her top clung to her body, accentuating her breasts, while the wetness glistened on her ass. He felt himself becoming hard looking at her.

“Why don’t you start a fire, Barry?” Carla said. “I have some other clothes here I can change into. Why don’t you get out of those wet things, too?” Carla smiled as she walked into another room. Barry looked around for a place to change, but didn’t see any place else. He took off his shirt, shoes and sock, leaving on his pants.

Suddenly a pair of sweat pants came flying out of the other room. “Here, put these on,” Carla said. Barry stripped off the rest of his clothes, slipping into the loose pants, noticing that his hard cock tented them.

Carla walked out wearing a black baby doll. “I thought I had some other clothes here, I hope you don’t mind, Barry,” Carla said coyly. Looking at Barry’s cock, she answered her own question, “Obviously you don’t mind.”

Barry felt a little embarrassed until she walked over to him, turning her back to him. Carla rubbed her ass against his cock, feeling the hardness pressing against her cheeks.

Barry wrapped his arms around her, cupping her large breasts. Carla moaned as he toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She rubbed herself harder against him, loving the feel of his cock on her ass. Barry squeezed her tits, feeling the soft flesh of her globes in his fingers.

“Ooooohhhhh gggdddddd,” Carla moaned, grinding her firm ass against Barry’s hard cock. “You feel so bedava bahis hard.” Carla grabbed one of Barry’s hands, pushing it down her belly to her wet pussy. Barry’s fingers slid over the silky baby doll, past the hem, onto her bare thigh. She pulled his hand back up, catching the moist area between her legs. “Ooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk,” Carla groaned when Barry pulled her panties to the side, plunging a finger into her. Her hips began bucking against his finger, feeling bolts of electricity shooting through her body.

Barry bit on the back of her neck, sucking her soft skin, his finger plunging in and out of her tight pussy. He picked the woman up and sat her on the bed. Carla bit her lower lip as Barry pulled her straps off her shoulders, exposing her firm tits.

“Suck my tits, Barry, please!!” Carla pleaded. Barry attacked her tits, his tongue circling her hard nipples. He took her nipples into his mouth, biting them as he squeezed her large firm breasts. Her tits had always been very sensitive for some reason. She could almost make herself cum by just playing with them herself. Barry was bringing her to a quick climax, his hands groping her tits, his mouth sucking and biting her hard nipples.

“Ooohhhhh gggdddddd, Barry,” she screamed, her body shuddering, flooding her pussy with her juices. She held his head tight to her chest, his face buried in her luscious tits. She closed her eyes, feeling her warm juices flowing inside her.

Barry slid to his knees, pushing the hem of her baby doll up. Carla looked down at him, smiling, wanting to feel his tongue on her cunt. Barry grabbed her ass, pulling her wet cunt hard to his mouth, his tongue lapping at her cum.

Barry drove his face between her legs, pressing his mouth hard against her pussy. Carla grabbed his head, pulling him harder into her, moaning and screaming as her body shook and trembled from his wonderful tongue. Carla fell back onto the bed, grabbing at her tits, her hips bucking against his mouth. She felt her body become alive as Barry sucked and ate her wet cunt. Barry spread her lips, sucking on her swollen clit, tasting her juices.

“Ooohhhh gggdddd, Barry… I’m cumming again!!!” Carla screamed, pulling his head hard between her legs. Her hips bounced up and down on the bed, thrashing from the massive orgasm overwhelming her body. “Ooohhh gggdddd, YES!!!” she screamed, arching her back. Her cum flooded Barry’s mouth. He lapped as hard as he could, sucking on her lips and thighs. Carla came again and again, soaking her lover’s face and the bed with her cum.

Carla’s heart was beating hard against her chest. Barry licked all he could, sliding up her body, his hands smearing her body with her warm juices. Her cunt was on fire, aching for more, even though she had just had one of her hardest climaxes. She kissed Barry, tasting her cum on his lips and tongue. Carla slid her hand down his bare chest, grasping his hard, thick cock. Barry moaned with pleasure as she stroked his cock through his pants. She felt it grow harder and thicker to her touch, exciting her even more. Carla loved sucking a hard cock and she wanted Barry’s very badly. She fell onto the floor, pulling his pants down with her. His cock sprung out, hitting Carla’s cheek. She slowly stroked the thick shaft, looking at its shape and structure. Carla licked bedava bonus her lips, eager to take his cock deep into her waiting mouth. Barry looked down at her beautiful face, her mouth opened. Carla dropped her head down, engulfing his thick cock all at once, sending wave after wave of excitement through Barry’s body. She bobbed her head back and forth, squeezing her lips tight around his throbbing cock. She loved the feel of the thick head rubbing against the inside of her cheeks.

Barry thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her hot mouth, filling it with his cock. Carla moaned as she sucked hard, tasting the ooze of his pre-cum. She reached down to her wet cunt, fingering herself. She felt another orgasm building inside her. Carla plunged her fingers deep inside her cunt, fucking herself hard as her head bobbed back and forth on Barry’s delicious cock. She felt his cock throbbing, beating against her throat. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, bringing herself to the edge.

“Cum on me, cum in my mouth!!” she moaned, wanting to taste his seed. Barry grabbed her head, thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth.

“Ooohhhhh gggdddd, I’m cumming,” he cried, his body tensing, then filling her mouth with his hot cum. Carla gulped all she could, swallowing his juices, then letting the rest splatter over her face and tits.

Barry squeezed his cock, draining it of his cum, watching it fall onto Carla’s face and body. Carla scooped some into her fingers, rubbing the hot goo over her hard nipples, feeling the heat deep within her. Carla licked and sucked Barry clean, savoring the taste of his cum. Barry could barely stand, his knees weak from the wonderful sucking he had just had. Carla looked up at him, smiling. She loved sucking cock and knew that she was good at it. She pulled the blanket off the bed, laying it on the floor near the fire. Barry and Carla cuddled on the blanket, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, listening to the crackling of the fire and the sound of the rain on the tin roof. They lay in each other’s arms, talking softly, caressing and kissing between sentences.

Barry looked out the window, noticing that the rain was not letting up and that it was beginning to get dark. “Why don’t you just stay here the night, Barry?” Carla smiled. “Besides, your clothes are still wet.” Barry really had no other choice, plus he was hoping she would ask him to stay. He smiled and thanked her. After a while, Carla got up and called her house, telling her parents that she was going to stay at the cabin because of the rain. Barry smiled when he heard her say that she had plenty to do there.

There was some food in the refrigerator and Carla make a nice meal out of whatever she could find. After watching some TV, they decided to go to bed. Carla wanted to feel Barry’s cock inside her, and Barry wanted to fuck her just as badly. Barry pushed her onto the bed. Carla looked back, smiling at him as he walked up to her, rubbing the thick head of his cock over her ass. While cuddling on the floor, Carla had already made him hard again with her fingers, gently stroking his long shaft. Now she was about to get fucked by this stranger’s hard cock. She wiggled her ass against him, feeling the head pressing between her cheeks.

“Fuck me Barry, please, fuck me hard!!” Carla moaned. Barry rubbed deneme bonusu the head over her lips, then pressed his cock into her tight cunt. “Oooooohhhhhhhh gggddddd’,” she moaned, pressing back against him. Barry grabbed her ass, pulling her hard against him, driving his hard cock deep into her. Carla groaned with glee as he thrust again and again, plunging his thick cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Barry moaned as Carla squeezed her cunt around his thrusting cock, adding to the friction. His hips slammed against her ass, pounding her hard.

Carla felt his cock stabbing deep into her, the head rubbing against her cervix. Barry fucked her hard, slamming his thighs against her ass, pounding hard into her tight cunt. Carla moaned and groaned, her cunt gripping his cock, trying to hold him inside her. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her head being driven into the bed from his fierce pounding. She felt her body trembling, shuddering from his thrusts. His fingers gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She felt a rush of pain, coupled with a rush of pleasure racing through her body.

Barry fell onto the bed on his back, pulling Carla with him. She sat on his lap, riding his thick, hard cock. She rode him hard, rocking her hips back and forth, feeling his cock filling her cunt.

“Ooohhhhh Barry, fuck me hard!!!” she screamed, rocking her hips on his lap. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her clit as he thrust his hips, plunging the thick shaft deep into her quivering cunt. She felt his cock throbbing, growing harder and thicker inside her, stretching her walls. She felt his cock filling her, rubbing against her walls. She rubbed her clit as his cock slid in and out of her tight cunt, adding to the pleasure. Barry groped her tits, squeezing her soft flesh in his fingers. Carla squealed with pleasure, rocking her hips faster and faster, fucking his hard, thick cock. Barry pulled at her nipples, sending bolts of electricity throughout her trembling body.

“Ooohhh gggdddd, Carla,” Barry cried, his hips thrusting up into her, filling her tight cunt with his cock. Carla leaned forward, supporting herself on his knees, her ass rising and falling as she impaled herself on his hard pole. She felt him plunging deep into her cunt, bringing her to another climax.

Carla screamed, her hips pounding up and down on Barry’s cock as she came for the last time, her cunt flooded with her hot cum. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, holding him deep inside her. The sudden heat of her cum on his cock was too much… Barry came hard, his cock jerking and throbbing in her cunt. His cum slammed deep into her, filling her with his hot juices. Their fluids mixed in her tunnel, oozing out around his cock. She fell back onto his chest, his hands groping at her tits. She felt his heart beating on her back, his fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples. Carla felt her heart beating rapidly on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Barry rubbed Carla’s quivering cunt gently, smearing their cum over her lips and belly.

“Oh, Barry, that was wonderful,” Carla said softly. Barry continued caressing her body, wanting to feel every part of her. Barry kissed the back of her neck, his hands sliding gently over her trembling body. She turned around, lying on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest. His hands slid softly over her back, down to her firm ass. Shortly, they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, they awoke, making love again. Carla made him a quick breakfast then off he went, not sure which way was best to go, but just heading in the general direction.

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The Tool Man

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When Kim decided to remodel the loft in the old barn and make it into a private studio, she’d gotten all excited at just the idea of it. Her own private place to get away from the world, to sit back and let her mind wander and play. A reading room. An office. A haven to listen to music and drift away from everyday hassles and responsibilities. Watching the sun set in warm, brilliant hues through thrown wide loft doors. Sigh…her own private “downtime” room. But little did she know that that room was to become much more than that…have much more meaning…bring so much more pleasure and purpose to her life. She was to receive a huge shock on that account…and it would happen before the room was even completed.

After checking with several construction companies and contractors, comparing prices and availability, she finally settled on the one that seemed most willing to listen to her ideas, that sounded most happy to work with her. This was, after all, to be a special room…and it had to be just right. In retrospect, Kim had no idea just HOW special that room would become.

And so it came to be that she hired the Bolton Brothers Construction Company, a small family firm that boasted “Twenty years of reliable service throughout five counties. Ask your neighbors…we’ve probably done some work for them.” She’d spoken to one of the titular brothers, a husky-voiced man named Alex, both in the initial phone call and in the final call where she agreed to hire them. He seemed knowledgeable and pleasant, with all the right answers and a most agreeable price. And so, her dream room had taken its first step to its long overdue birth.

Kim was excited the day construction was to begin. She paced for hours until the caravan of pickup trucks rolled into her back yard, each loaded with supplies and tools to make her dream come true. That was when she met the owner of the telephone voice. Alex was a stocky man, tanned and strong from long hours in the sun creating dreams for other people. He explained to Kim that the entire construction, barring unforeseen circumstances, should only take a few days. Kim was ecstatic! Just a few short days to her dream of dreams!

As she spoke with Alex, she noted with a little surprise that one by one all the trucks had dropped off their supplies and had begun to leave. No one was staying to do the work! She addressed this concern with Alex, and he laughed.

“Well, in all honesty, ma’am,” Alex said with a smile, “this is really a small job. One man can handle this just fine. The rest of my men have to head out of town to do a huge remodeling job on a department store. They’ll be working on that project for several weeks. We’re committed to a time limit on that one, and I’ll need as many workers there as I can get.”

“But,” Kim said, looking perplexedly at the back yard, now empty of all but Alex’s personal pickup, and the apparently abandoned supplies, “other than you, there’s no one left here. Are you going to do the work yourself?”

“Oh, no, ma’am,” he replied, seeming to be amused, “the other half of Bolton Brothers will be here himself shortly. I’ve got to oversee the department store construction, but my brother John has been in this business as long as I have. He’s one of the best construction guys there is, trust me.”

“Oh, so….he’ll be here soon?” she asked, her dream suddenly seeming to waft away in the breeze.

“Sure,” Alex still smiled, “any minute. Trust me, everything’s okay. Now, I really have to go. I’ve left notes and plans for John over there by the tool box. He’ll know exactly what you’re looking for and how to make it just right for you. Really, ma’am, he’s the best.”

With a friendly wave, Alex turned and headed to his truck. As he drove off, Kim stared blankly at the empty yard. Well, empty except for wood, sheet rock, saws, drills and other construction materials and tools. In comparison to the churning tires of the parade of pickup trucks and the clamor of broad-shouldered men carrying supplies quickly from truck to barn, the air seemed eerily silent all of a sudden. Kim stood there, dazed, but precariously hopeful.

Just as she was beginning to pace again, some fifteen minutes later, another pickup barreled along her driveway, bouncing and weaving over rock and grass. The truck itself seemed somehow full of energy, eager for action. It bumped and bounced, ultimately screeching to a halt in a cloud of dust. The door opened, and out popped her dream maker.

Standing at almost six feet tall, John was more trim than his brother, his muscles more sculpted and firm. His tan was as dark and complete as his brother’s. He was naked above the waist, and Kim’s eyes traced his tight pecs from his shoulders right down to his dark nipples. They had already begun to glisten with perspiration in the summer heat. His hair was dark and wavy, made no less dark even in contrast to his bronzed skin. His mustache, brown and neatly trimmed, somehow made Kim tingle just bahis firmaları to look at it. But it was the eyes that did her in. Deep blue eyes that seemed to shimmer beneath his dark eyebrows and tanned forehead. Standing about thirty feet from him as he stood beside his truck, Kim could nonetheless see the cool sensuality in those incredible eyes. Looking the man up and down, she clamped her thighs together and sighed wistfully.

John leaned in to pull his personal toolbox out of the cab, where it had sat next to him on the seat. He lifted it up and placed it on the roof of the cab, then turned to give Kim a friendly wave. His smile was genuine, sensual lips curling just enough to show a tiny bit of his white teeth. After placing the toolbox on the roof, he leaned in again, taking something out of the cab that Kim didn’t recognize at first. As he slung the object around his waist, her eyes began to focus on and recognize it for what it was. With an audible “whoosh” and “click,” John whipped the tool belt completely around his waist and fastened the clasp, adjusting the tightness. It all happened in seconds, with the practiced ease of countless repetitions. Now the tool man had his toolbox and his tool belt. He was ready to create a miracle.

“Hi,” he yelled over to Kim, smiling that winning smile and walking toward her, “I’m John. I assume you’re Kim?”

Forcing her lungs to function properly, Kim replied, “Yes, that’s right. I’m Kim. I was getting a little worried when I saw all this stuff delivered, but no one to put it all together.”

John looked concerned. “Didn’t my brother tell you I’d be along?”

“Well, yes, he did,” Kim said, feeling a tiny bit foolish, “but, well, you know…I’ve waited so long to have this done that I got a little nervous when everyone left.”

He smiled. “Don’t worry, we at Bolton Brothers never leave a job unfinished. I’ll have this loft renovated in no time. Just ask…”

“I know, I know,” Kim said, “just ask my neighbors, right? You’ve probably done some work for them?”

John laughed with gusto, his head tilting back with the force of it, his open mouth showing just how white and perfect his teeth were. “Ahh, I see you’ve memorized our ad, huh? Catchy, isn’t it?”

“Yes…very,” she answered, a wry smile curling her lips.

“Well, let’s see what we’ve got, shall we? Did my brother happen to tell you where he left notes for me to look at?”

“Actually, yes, he did. He said he put them over there….by the humongous tool box next to the saw horses.” She pointed, and when John saw the pad he nodded.

“Thanks,” he offered, with an officer’s salute and a wink.

“Welcome” Kim replied, giving him a stiff-fingered salute in return.

Without further conversation, John took his toolbox and headed for the job notes.

Kim wasn’t sure where she wanted to look first. His broad, tanned shoulders and back? The tight blue Levi’s that hugged his delectable ass? The muscled arms, one of which carried the toolbox as if it was a bag of feathers? In the end, her eyes decided on ogling his sweet, denim-covered derriere. It moved so sweetly as he walked, after all. And she so loved a man with a sexy ass.

With her chin resting on her thumb and forefinger, she did just that. She watched John walk to the large tool box with the notes on it. She thought she’d faint when he bent over to pick up those notes. As it was, she ended up biting the tip of her forefinger so hard she almost drew blood. She sighed, licking and sucking her finger as she watched him bend and then stand up again, studying the instructions.

With his lower body still facing the barn, he turned at the waist, swinging his upper body around to face Kim, saying something to her. She was so fixated on his Levi-clad buns that she didn’t hear him at first. He spoke again, more loudly. “If you’ll just show me the loft,” he said, “I’ll get an idea where to start.”

“Oh….sure,” Kim stammered, blushing, “right this way.”

She showed him into the barn, walking across the dirt floor to the loft area. When she approached it, she realized she’d need the ladder for the two of them to get up into the loft, so she headed for the spot where it leaned against the wall of the barn. John beat her to it.

“I’ll get that, ma’am,” he said, lifting it as if it were made of cardboard and bringing it to the edge of the loft.

“John, please don’t call me ‘ma’am’. My name’s Kim, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled, “sure. Sorry. It’s just habit. Didn’t mean anything by it. I mean….well, you know.”

She laughed. “It’s okay. Let’s just call each other Kim and John from now on, okay? You’re going to be here for a few days, so ‘ma’am’ and ‘Mr.Bolton’ would sound kinda stodgy, wouldn’t it?”

“Couldn’t agree more….Kim.” He smiled and winked one of those sexy blue eyes. Kim bit her lip.

“Good. Now, I’ll show you what I’m after…in the loft, I mean…what you can do for me…what I want kaçak iddaa from you, I mean…with my new room.” Embarrassed at her sudden fit of stammering, she hoped her face wasn’t flushed. But it sure did feel awfully warm.

Again John laughed. “All right, Kim. Follow me up the ladder, and you can give me any other instructions when we get up there.”

Kim licked her lips again at the thought of following that Levi-clad backside up the ladder. And the reality of it was even better than her fantasy. With each step that sexy ass called out to her, teased her, winked at her every bit as much as the deep, blue, twinkling eyes had. Step after step it pushed mightily against the Levi’s, moving seductively as each thigh lifted to propel John’s legs up the ladder. The backside of his jeans were faded, prompting a fantasy vignette on Kim’s part, where the worn material simply dissolved away, fiber by fiber, slowly revealing the powerful buns of a firm-bodied tool man. The fantasy lasted but a few fleeting moments, but before it ended, her fantasy self had bounded up the ladder, grabbed his hips in a grip of steel and nibbled that teasing ass raw. She might’ve giggled, but it’s difficult for most people to giggle and sigh simultaneously.

By the time they got to the top, Kim’s eyeballs were sweating, her pupils imitating the steady motion of his cheeks as he climbed up those splintering, wooden steps. Her hypnotized pupils seemed unable to stop their round and round, up and down movements, making the task of focusing – on anything but John’s buns – difficult at best. It was a wonder it didn’t make her dizzy.

Kim was out of breath when she finally stood on the creaking floor of the loft. And the perspiration building up on her forehead was disproportionate to the arid heat of the day and the mild exertion of climbing the ladder. So was the thudding of her heart.

“Wow,” John said, “this’ll make a great little office. The loft doors will help keep it cool. Lots of flowing air. Fantastic view, too.” He walked over to the doors and looked out, hands on hips, his muscular body silhouetted in the bright sun.

“No shit…tell me about fantastic views,” Kim mumbled under her breath, still seeing those nibbled cheeks in her mind’s eye, even as she feasted on the rugged silhouette in the doorway. It seemed she was making a habit now of clamping her thighs together.

“What was that?” John asked, turning back to her.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” she lied, chuckling to herself.

John smiled, though with the sunlight coming from behind him his face was almost too shadowed to see it. Kim didn’t care. She’d already gotten that smile memorized. She knew exactly where it was down there below those seductive blue eyes. And she felt intimate with every hair of that yummy mustache.

“Well,” John said, almost loudly, “I’d better get started. Any last minute instructions…other than what you told Alex, I mean?”

“No, that should do it. Mind if I come by every now and then to check on progress, or will I get in your way?”

“Not at all. You’re the customer. Stop by as often as you like. Besides,” he winked and smiled slyly, “it’ll be nice to see some pretty scenery every now and then. I mean, in addition to the gorgeous view outside the loft doors.” At about the middle of his overt flattery, Kim saw those dreamy eyes look her up and down. And that seemingly ever present smile broadened, a sign to Kim that he approved of what he saw. As she fought to keep from jumping him right there in the loft, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was getting as stoked as she already was.

“Down girl,” she chided herself. “Get a grip. You’ve been waiting a long time for this loft room. Let the man do his work. Besides, you’re probably imagining things here. Look at that hunk. He could have any woman on the planet. What makes you think his gonads are hopped up to try YOU on for size?” She sighed audibly and said to herself with finality, “Get real.”

“Do your work, tool man,” she said to John, as she turned to make the return trip down the ladder.

“Don’t forget to stop by,” he said with a final wink as she climbed over the edge of the loft.

She stopped and looked up at him…right into those captivating blue eyes. Surprising herself as she’d never done before, her mouth apparently betrayed her innermost desires. With thinly veiled innuendo she said, “Oh, I’ll be back all right, tool man. There’s nothing I’d like more than to see just how well you…work.” Realizing what she’d said, she felt her face – for sure this time – flush a bright crimson. She hurried to climb over the edge of the loft and down the ladder. But in the instant before John’s visage disappeared from view, she was sure she saw one delighted, face-devouring grin plastered all over it.

Kim managed to get down the ladder without mishap, but when she reached the solid ground of the barn’s dirt floor, she found her legs wobbling uneasily. Her whole body trembled. kaçak bahis She was unsteady, holding onto the ladder for dear life, leaning against it, almost hugging it. Her heart pounded. She had pins and needles in her fingers. For a fleeting moment she feared she might be having a stroke. But she laughed at the silliness of the thought. She knew EXACTLY what was going on. She had the hots for John in a major way. Even to the point of boldness such as she’d never displayed before. The area between her legs felt like she’d been holding an ice cream bar in there…like it had quickly melted and was now warm, wet and sticky. Her thighs pressed tightly together again, but that didn’t stop the sensation. She ached for John, naked and sweaty…his hands and lips all over her. And hers likewise all over him. She burned. She itched. She craved. But what made her smile most was the niggling thought that, based on what she’d seen and heard from him so far, he would be just as thrilled to jump her as she would be for him to do it.

That thought seemed to help her get her body under control, get strength back in her legs. She stood up, no longer needing the ladder for support. She smiled, both inwardly and outwardly. And wondered…if John DID want her, should she….? No. But…why not? They were both adults, both capable of making decisions for themselves. Why the hell not? She’d been nothing short of celibate for months now. Why shouldn’t she go for it once in a while? She deserved a little pleasure in her life. And who knows…maybe it could lead to something special? Oh, wow, she thought…hormones can make you crazy!

But as she walked back to the house, she took one last glance up into the loft. John was roaming about up there, pencil above his ear, tape measure sliding out it’s yellow, metallic tongue, then sucking it back in again with a snap. Looking up at his back, Kim sighed. Even his shoulder blades were making her wet! If she ever saw him naked, she’d probably explode into a billion, billion atoms and float away into nothingness. But, God, what a way to go!

On her way back to the house the plan crept into her brain. Despite her conscience – and years of habit – trying to convince her it was a foolish idea, she decided that she was going to flirt, and flirt openly, with this man. What did she have to lose? He was obviously a very nice man. At the very least he enjoyed flirting right back. So what would be the harm? If nothing happened, then fine. But…if it did…even anything at all…at the very least she would have enough fantasy material to keep her pleasing herself for years to come. He could be her very own imaginary lover. She would have no trouble fantasizing herself to orgasm by picturing his handsome face and firm body pawing her with passion and lust.

So, it was settled. She began thinking of all the excuses she could come up with to check on his “progress.” And with each visit to the loft she would flirt shamelessly. She could key on his reactions as to whether or not she was being a nuisance. If she was, she’d back off. But if not….oh, God…if not. She sighed just to think of it.

Not to seem too desperate or needy, Kim waited several hours before her first visit to see how John was doing. She’d spent those hours peering out the kitchen window, watching his frequent trips to the front of the barn for sheet rock, lumber, etc. Her mind wasn’t just seeing the backside of his jeans dissolving away now, but also the front of them. Once, when he’d wiped sweat from his brow with a cloth from his truck, she imagined the jeans had disappeared completely, and he was wiping his entire sweaty body with the cloth. And, my oh my, what an impressive tool the tool man had! That particular little fantasy resulted in Kim using a cloth on herself…a cold one, filled with ice, rubbed all over her face and neck…and then stuffed between her legs.

Then it hit her. Her first excuse to check on “things.” John was sweating. Surely he would LOVE a cold glass of water or lemonade or iced tea. He must be parched. Surely he needed a break from his work. It was, after all, nearly lunch time. That was it!

In less than five minutes, Kim had a tasty ham sandwich and a large glass of iced tea whipped together and ready to be trundled out to her tool man. And no sooner were they prepared, than they were on their way to be consumed by her sweating hero.

He was up in the loft, hammering away, when Kim brought the modest lunch to him. Balancing the sandwich and drink on a small, round tray, she slowly worked her way up the steps of the ladder. She was not prepared for the sight that greeted her when she reached the top and peered over the edge of the loft. Not more than six feet in front of her, bent over and hammering together what appeared to be some sort of frame, was her tool man. He knelt on one knee, his other leg out to the side a bit with part of the fame between his knee and foot as he pounded a nail into place. As he bent over, his fine ass was prominently displayed in Kim’s direction. His entire body shook with the force of driving the nails home. The symbolism of a tool man pounding away with his hammer did not escape Kim, either.

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The Training

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Due to financial concerns, the chief agreed that the department would pay for the training but not the transportation to and from it. The desire to go to the training was enough motivation to offer to drive my personal vehicle for the entire trip and not turn in for any vehicle expenses. When I was asked if I could take a passenger I was apprehensive. Given the other employees in the department there was only a couple that I could stand being alone with for more than a few minutes. When I found out it was Cindy my mind began thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking or at least thinking about that much. The daydreams were getting more and more graphic. They were even starting to develop into dreams while sleeping. We had discussed the fact that we both enjoyed the idea of “us” but didn’t want to ruin the very open friendship we had developed.

As far as road trips go, the planning for this one seemed to be as normal as any other. This fact alone was surprising given all the teasing, joking and sexual tension that existed before the training was scheduled. All that continued with no mention of the fact that there was 3 nights that we would be alone in a motel in a different city.

As I pulled into the parking lot I saw Cindy anxiously awaiting my arrival. I assumed the fact that I was 10 minutes late was the primary reason. After tossing the bags into the back seat of the van she eased into the passenger seat. It was then that I noticed that Cindy was wearing sweat pants and a small t-shirt. How I didn’t notice it before is beyond me. I always seemed to notice what she was wearing before. Maybe I was trying not to notice how cute she was at 3am, hair slightly mussed up, droopy eyes and all. After pulling her pant legs passed her knees, she pulled her legs up under her gave me a wonderful view of those fabulous, toned legs. I wanted to reach out and rub them before we even hit the road. Forcing my mind back to driving, I explained the directions and passed them off to my co-pilot for the trip.

Once we hit the interstate, the cruise control was locked in place. After exhausting all the complaints about work, the conversation changed over to personal complaints. Since that was one of our favorite topics to start with it was exhausted shortly too. At least I thought it was exhausted.

Cindy then made a comment about being uncomfortable and climbed to the middle seat to reach her bag for a change of clothes. As usual I made a comment about her flashing me while she changed. Butt high in the air as she stretched over the seat, she reached back and quickly yanked the back of her pants down and back up, giving me a quick view of what appeared to be a wonderfully firm ass.

Giggling the whole time she turned around and bounced down on the seat, asking, “Was that good enough?”

Of course it wasn’t, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. Quietly and hopefully secretly I adjusted the growing bulge in my pants and replied, “That was wonderful. I hope I get to see more as the weekend goes on.”

With a sly grin that I hadn’t seen before, all she said was “We’ll see.”

Under a blanket she was able to change into those gray shorts she wore the night she stayed at the station all night. Seeing them reminded me of the very small lace g-string she was wearing that night. On a chance I asked if she was wearing them again. She said no. Disheartened by this, I assumed it was over. Glancing in the rearview mirror again, I was greeted by the sight of her shorts around her knees and an even smaller g-string. I was speechless. Even with all our teasing before I didn’t expect this. Noticing my bewilderment, Cindy asked if I liked them. Throwing caution to the wind I answered that I loved them and wished I could see what was under them too. Not surprisingly she pulled her shorts back up without a word. She climbed back into the passenger seat quietly. I surprised myself when I reached out and laid my hand on her thigh. “Hey, I was only kidding, like I always do. You know I’m a horndog. Sorry if I went too far.” She looked at me with those big brown eyes and said there was no reason to be sorry; she knows I’m always horny. She also made no attempt to remove my hand.

As the miles passed we sat quietly enjoying the sunrise and the scenery. I was still enjoying the scenery inside the van as well. My hand hadn’t moved from her leg for miles and she hadn’t removed it either. Probably unconsciously from being so horny I started to gently squeeze and massage Cindy’s leg as I drove. I thought I heard a slight moan and felt her move her leg press harder into my hand, but figured I was just imagining things. When she placed her hand on mine and let me continue I knew I wasn’t imagining things.

Deciding it was time to take a break and stretch the legs, I pulled into the next rest area. We both hopped out making no mention of what had been happening. Trying to appear to be a gentleman, I was waiting when she exited the restroom. Surprisingly she came to me and wrapped her arms around me looked into my eyes and asked if I was casino siteleri ready to head back out. If the building had been less occupied I might have disagreed, but reluctantly I agreed and headed out. Walking to the van provided yet another surprise as Cindy took my hand and pulled herself close like we were two young lovers just fallen for each other. Back in the van, Cindy took my hand and placed it back on her thigh.

As we were back on the road in the morning sun hunger raised its ugly head. Looking for somewhere quick and easy, we hit the nearest McDonalds we could find. Not the best, but it can pass for food in a pinch.

The day passed quickly as the conversation floated between everyday life and the sexual teasing that always exists. Indiana came and went, Illinois came and went, Missouri was finally here. After a quick stop in St. Louis, the last part would pass as quickly as the rest of the day. Missouri was gone I would finally get to see what was behind the lace I was wondering about many hours before. Slowly she slid her shorts down and jokingly kicked them in my face. Not wanting to look like the pervert we all know I am, I resisted the temptation to hold them close and enjoy their womanly smell.

Leaving her g-string on, Cindy asked if I was going to get undressed or just shower in my clothes. As they went flying I didn’t care if I did tear my own t-shirt as it came off. Now naked with a very painful erection I wasn’t sure what to expect next. Stepping under the water Cindy seemed to glow as the water encased her sweet frame. Once soaking wet she decided it was time to tease me again as she pulled the g-string tight and highlighted her neatly trimmed mound.

Reaching out I pulled her close for our first real kiss. Our mouths met each other under the pouring shower in a powerful kiss that seemed like it would never end. Even though the kiss ended we still held each other close massaging each other’s body with our own. Feeling her nipples grow harder against my chest only caused my cock to grow harder against her stomach.

“Seems like we have a little problem here that needs taken care of,” she said sweetly as she took a firm grasp of it and started to slowly stroke it.

Dropping to her knees Cindy finally took my cock in her mouth. Gently licking, kissing and nibbling at it from end to end. I had to lean against the wall so I wouldn’t fall over from pleasure. Having been partially aroused all day I quickly noticed that familiar feeling rumbling in my balls. Noticing this Cindy decided she wanted more than just a mouthful.

As she stood up she finally dropped the g-string. I finally got to see what I had been waiting to see for more than a year. A neatly trimmed “landing strip” pointed the way to her engorged mound. Her lips were just starting to separate like a flower just beginning to bloom. For easy access she slid a foot up to the edge and pulled me close. I reached down and gently spread those luscious lips. Gently massaging her clit caused a short but sweet pause in our mission. Cindy started to slide the tip up and down her slit making sure to hit her clit more than once. The moment I had dreamed about finally arrived as she took my cock and slowly slid it into her now dripping slit. Pushing hard I overcame her teasing and plunged as deep as I could in the first stroke. Reaching around I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her there for a moment as we started another tongue wrestling session. The warm tightness of her pussy caused my hips to start moving, sliding my cock in and out, making sure to hit every inch on each stroke. Feeling my cum start to move again I start pounding harder and harder. I quickly pulled out and blew a massive load of seed all over her belly. With a look of disappointment Cindy soon realized why I had to do that. Pulling her close again I gave her a reassuring hug to remind her that I do think about her often.

Reaching for the soap I started to slowly massage and wash her back as we leaned together. After rinsing I turned her around and from behind I reached around and started scrubbing her stomach. Moving higher I almost forgot to use the soap as I gently rubbed and massaged her tits, paying special attention to her still rock hard nipples. Realizing her state I slide my hands down between her thighs. Putting my whole hand over her mound I gently massaged it. Gently I slid a finger between her lips as they freely slipped apart allowing free access to her also rock hard clit. Concentrating on it alone was easy, as it seemed to reach back to my fingers. As the feeling moved through her body she leaned back into me causing my cock to slip between her ass cheeks. Finally I pushed her over the edge. Her juices flooded my hand and ran profusely down her leg.

Relaxing under the pulsating water as we recovered we still held each other close. Deciding that we should get out before we both became prunes, we shut off the water. Stepping out we realized that we still needed to be touching. Neither seemed to mind as the other gently explored the canlı casino other’s body. Making short work of drying, we headed into the room. Falling on the bed and for some unexplained reason we both start laughing and rolling in each other’s arms.

Cindy finally said that we should get going if we wanted to get something to eat. With a sly grin I said that there was only one thing I wanted to eat right now. I rolled her on her back and almost dove between the tanned and toned legs I was dreaming about earlier that day. Opening wide I gently sucked her lips in and slipped my tongue between them. Quickly releasing them I attacked her clit. As I sucked and nibbled on it she started to moan again. When I slipped my tongue in her waiting hole you would have thought she was in pain. She writhed and wiggled until I thought I could no longer hang on. Finally I was rewarded for my “work.” Cindy flooded mouth with the musky sweet tasting juice I was waiting for.

Slowly I reawakened realizing something is very different. Primarily it’s now dark, but more than that I was interlaced with a soft body that was quietly waking too. Looking deep into each other’s eyes we seemed to be on the same thought. Did all of that really happen? Were we now really lovers, friends with benefits or just what was it. Not seeming to care we continued to lie there just enjoying the time together.

Hunger soon touched us again. Silently we get dressed in our separate rooms. The thoughts in my head were circling endlessly; did I just screw up another great friendship because of sex? what would Cindy be thinking about all of this?, and on and on. I poked my head into her room to see if she was ready. Seeing her tight ass in those jeans got another “rise” out of me. Forcing any kind of those thoughts from my head I asked if she was ready. She turned and the look of contentment on her face told me that nothing had changed between us. Since it was later than we had planned, the restaurant wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. Asking for a booth we were shown to one in a quiet corner. Cindy slid in facing the rest of the place. I planned to sit across from her, but she kept sliding, leaving plenty of room for me. Accepting the “invitation” I slid in next to her. Any concern I still had about her feelings for what had happened quickly disappeared when she reached out and took my hand in hers. What a fabulous meal, great company and good food. After a couple more drinks we decided that a good night’s sleep was needed by both of us.

The tension was thick when we reached the rooms. Nothing was said as we entered. I headed straight for the TV remote and kicked on Discovery Health. After a short trip to the bathroom (alone this time) Cindy headed back to see what I was doing. Flopping down on the bed beside me was the last thing I expected, but she did. Curling up close she tucked her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close.

As I awoke I realized that we were still arm in arm. Slowly I pulled her close and started to massage her awake too. Those still sparkling eyes slowly opened to meet mine. For the first time we shared a deep, slow romantic kiss instead of the fully sexual kisses we had shared before. Not making a move to take her farther right now seemed to relax her. After a quick confirmation that the alarm was set, we drifted back to sleep.

Startled awake by the clock we realized we needed to head to the conference soon. Choosing separate showers this morning (time didn’t allow for a shared one) we quickly re-met ready to head to breakfast. A quick bite downstairs and over to the conference we went, hand in hand. The sessions were interesting but the last 24 hours kept running through my mind interrupting any thoughts about learning. The lack of sleep seemed to be taking its toll too. Finally the classes were over and it was off to the conferences banquet.

Another good meal and finally one that I didn’t need to pay for. I didn’t realize that dancing was included after dinner. Although fatigue was setting in, once my stomach was full a chance at holding Cindy close again was causing an adrenaline push to keep me going. Not being one to fast dance led to a disagreement that was easily settled once the music turned slow and I quickly took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Finally in each other’s arms again felt almost too comfortable. The disagreement continued when the music went back to fast and I tried to leave the floor. Cindy’s strength was enough to hold me close to the dance floor and forced me to pick her up and carry her back to the seats. Almost falling over with laughter, we finally made it back to the table. The dance seemed to end as soon as it started. Not realizing it we had just spent the last 3 hours doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company.

The long walk back to the rooms seemed much shorter as we walked hand in hand again. After a quick pee break, Cindy once again joined my on my bed. Even with all that had happened I was still slightly surprised when she kaçak casino crawled under my arm again and curled on my shoulder just like she belonged there. As if by intuition we both leaned to the other at the same time. Our lips met once again. Another long sweet kiss that felt like we had been kissing this way for years. Slowly we started to massage each other’s back.

Deciding to take the lead, I rolled her on her back and straddled her hips. Still leaned over, I slowly started kissing across her cheek and down to her ear. Gently nibbling on ear brought an unexpected response. I may have found her secret erotic button. Working my way down her lobe to her neck and I got a similar response. Slowly licking, nibbling and kissing down to her throat her moaning seemed to get louder. As I reach the bottom of her throat she reached up and tried to unbutton her blouse, I quickly put an end to that. Grabbing her hands, I pinned them over her head leaving her body unprotected to my oral attack. Not having a free hand only caused a slight delay, as I was able to unbutton her top button with my teeth. I kissed and licked each and every inch of skin that I uncovered. Another button, more skin to enjoy. As her skin was exposed, so was her bra. Ignoring it temporarily, I kissed around it. Once her blouse was completely loose, I attacked that damned sports bra. Grabbing it in my teeth I ripped it up and almost tore it getting it out of the way. As her chest heaved in anticipation, her perfectly sized tits were moving invitingly. Not able to resist, I leaned in and took one in my mouth. Being the perfect size they are, I had almost all of it in before I started teasing her nipple with my tongue. Once I was sure that nipple was hard for the duration, I attacked the other and made that nipple just as hard. Slowly sliding down I teasingly tickled her belly button as I went past. Facing another obstacle, I had to relinquish her hands to unbutton and unsnap her jeans.

Having free hands once again, Cindy reached down and gently grabbed my head. It took a minute before I realized she wasn’t stopping me, just guiding me where she wanted. Unbuttoned and unzipped only left a small triangle free for enjoyment, and enjoy it I did. Taking plenty of time I teased her over, around and through another lace g-string. Not being one for taking it slow, I grabbed her jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off.

Now only a thin layer of lace separated me from another taste of the pussy I so desired. With a sly grin I leaned in and slowly licked those covered lips from bottom to top, then back again. Getting a slight taste of the awaiting reward, I gently sucked her entire mound into my mouth. Releasing slightly, I gently dragged my teeth across her clit causing a giant shiver to shake her from head to toe. Using my tongue I slipped the protection to the side and once again I was face to face with those blood engorged lips slowly spreading as if opening just for me. Again taking them into my mouth I suck them hard and causing another shiver. Grabbing that awaiting clit I suck as though I’ve never tasted one before. A nip, a lick and a suck caused massive trembling throughout her body. Reaching up I gently glide one finger, then two into her moist snatch. I could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching my fingers.

Unbeknownst to Cindy, I had stopped at the gift store earlier and luckily they had my kind and size of condom. Suddenly stopping caused a slight moment of panic in her eyes. As I sat up and stripped off my shirt she seemed to understand. As I slid up her body I left my pants at the bottom of the bed. Reaching down I lay my cock between those same lips and gently slide it up and down causing more pressure on her still engorged clit. Not seeing me reaching over, she seemed surprised (and very pleased) when I slipped the rubber on and gently slid my entire length as deep in her love tunnel as I could. I tried to remain motionless to enjoy the feeling but apparently I had her too excited. Cindy started to move and wiggle trying to force me into a deep stroke. Seeing that I wasn’t moving, at least not yet, she started the gentle massage she was doing earlier on my fingers. Unable to stand any more I started pumping like a new oil well trying to draw its first load. I slowed only long enough to push her legs up to my shoulders so I could reach deeper and pump hard. This seemed to please her as she grabbed her ankles and held them closer to her own ears than I thought would be possible. Even though I had shot more loads in the past 24 hours than I had in the previous six months I felt my cum rising again. This time I wasn’t going to be denied. One final hard thrust and I lost another massive load. Unfortunately it was held in place by the rubber, but it was still a great release. I decided to keep going as long as I could. I wanted to make sure she finished this way too. With all the teasing and foreplay behind us, it wasn’t long before she started that familiar trembling. Reaching down I took her clit gently between my fingers and forced her over the edge. Trembling all over as if having a seizure, she flooded our connection with more juice than I thought was possible. She seemed to pass out for just a moment. When her eyes slowly opened that gleam of contentment was back.

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The Story Pt. 03 – My Man

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After a few weeks of summer vacation, I went straight to the library where I could possibly see him. The conversation I had with my sister, Fiona, made sense.

“You look like… a miserable old virgin who wasn’t accepted in heaven,” she teased when she saw me staring at nothing on the front porch.

I looked behind me and saw her close the door behind. I had nothing to say. I still can’t take my mind off Phil.

“Hey!” she snapped.

“Fiona, I just need some time alone,” I said in a weak irritated voice.

Instead of leaving, she sat beside me on the sofa and tapped my leg before she spoke, “Liam and I had a lot going on in the past,” she started, “I hated some of his ways! God knows I did,” she said rolling her eyes. “But you know, I love him, and no matter how much I doubt him and how pissed off I get, it’s his ways I hate, not him.”

As she suddenly stopped, I figured that she’s trying to say something, “point is?”

“The point is… jeez! How slow do you want to be?!” she raised her voice a little trying to sound irritated. “I’d assume you love this guy since you’re making such a horrible face out here so my point is- if it’s real, if it’s something you can’t runaway from, face it!”

“You mean, face him?” I asked without needing an answer.

“Yes. Talk it out. We, women, sometimes make such a big deal out of something that’s not even that much if you clear the atmosphere,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on, that’s your relationship, but I love you and I want you to be happy like me. Like Liam and I. And as your older sister, that’s what I’m here for.”

I breathe in the fresh air of Weatherville and looked up to the sky where the leaves of the trees block the brightness of the white thin clouds. “Fiona,” I said with a doubt in the back of my head that she’d understand the way I feel. Sigh.

“Tell me,”

“I feel like I’ve been cheated on and there’s not even an ‘us’, and it hurts like hell ’cause he made me feel like there’s something there,” I said, feeling the overwhelming weight of emotions.

“That’s pretty normal to feel that way, but I mean, why don’t you tell me the whole story?”

I told her the story of the masked man, how I met Phil and about Phil and I.

“Wow… ummm…” she was trying to make sense of everything I said. She stared at me for a long time before she burst out laughing.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” I asked, feeling stupid.

“Oh God…” she still couldn’t stop laughing.

“What?!”

“Nothing, it’s just funny! Oh goodness, you’re so…” she laughed again, “I guess you should go to Phil,” she suggested.

“Why should I do that?! He’s a dick,” I rolled my eyes.

She shook her head, “just do it. I’m pretty sure he has an explanation and you’re just too dumb to listen,”

“What explanation are you talking about?! What other explanation would there be?”

“I don’t know! Maybe… it’s his Mom’s underwear!” she laughed.

“Shut up. That’s even dumber,” I rolled my eyes.

“June, possibilities are possibilities. You’re the one who told me you hardly know the guy so give him the benefit of the doubt. Just hear him out. You’ll be the judge anyway, to whatever he has to say.”

I looked at Fiona’s face thinking about what she just said. She has a point. It’s a bit difficult to face him feeling this way but then what if there’s something more to this? What if I’m just thinking so negatively of him because of his looks.

“You have always been so stubborn. What you think is always what it is but it’s not like that,” she added.

“Hi! Miss Elvie,” I greeted Miss Elvie, the sexiest 30 years old librarian I knew wearing a red lipstick all the time and short skirts.

“Hello, June!” she smiled sweetly.

I smiled before I proceeded to ask, “do you know… Phil Manning?” I asked, not really knowing how to ask about someone I don’t even know if a student or a professor or what, “or anyone who comes here often named Phil? Like… he’s tall and handsome, long eyelashes-“

“Sounds dreamy, Honey,” she cut me off, “but the Mr. Manning that I know wears thick glasses and long coats so I’m not sure about your description. Also I don’t know if his first name’s Phil but I know a Mr. Manning, he’s tall but he’s a ‘complete’ nerd,” she said as she put more red lipstick on her lips.

“Y-yeah… Okay… Uhh… So where is he?”

“Not sure. I haven’t seen him since the start of fall semester.”

“Oh…” I felt sadness run all over me. What if he’s not around anymore?

“Is he punishing you?” she smiled as she asked which confused me.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s known for punishing his students with piles and piles of research, homework and stuff,”

“Oh no! No. I mean, he’s not my professor. What department does he belong to?”

“Journalism or literature, but I’m not sure, he hardly talks to people. Always in that corner,” she pointed the very corner of the library where the literature books are, “if not running around. Why are you looking for him?”

A bahis firmaları girl about two years younger than me came and spoke to Miss Elvie so I just shook my head to her, smiled and waved goodbye.

As I walked away, there’s a joy in my heart. At least now I know what he actually does at school. I went to journalism and literature department but he’s nowhere to be found. Everybody says he hasn’t been around much.

“You shouldn’t have deleted his number,” Thea said when we were in the gym later that day.

“I was pissed off,”

She didn’t speak right away. “I guess you’re right, I delete Tim’s number too when I’m pissed off with him,”

“As if you don’t remember it, anyway,”

She laughed, “I do. In fact, I just got his call and he was talking about this frat house Halloween party they will have in a couple of weeks. I’m going and dressing up as a yummy zombie!” she said excitedly making her flirtatious face again and purring sound.

“Can imagine a huge moldy, soggy looking burrito,” I teased, “smelling like a dead rat.”

“Jeez! I meant, sexy zombie!” she said defensively which made me chuckle. “You should come with us, chill,” she smiled.

“I’ll pass. I need to talk to Phil,”

“Oh, c’mon! Pretty sure you’ll see him before then, and it’s just one night. Lots of guys to replace him with too, if things don’t work out well with you guys,”

“I don’t know. We’ll see,” was all I said.

Days went past and I still couldn’t find Phil. I also went to his apartment but even Pamela told me he wasn’t there and hasn’t been around much. I was starting to lose hope. ‘Why would I bother anyway? He’s the one who’s supposed explain so he should be the one to come and find me!’ I thought. And so I spent time studying and just doing my own thing. I also started looking for costumes for the Halloween party at Tim’s frat house. I wanted to dress as a witch and so I looked for witch costumes and found a black, tube-top mini cocktail dress, which shows off the length of my legs, black net stockings, a witch hat and a pair of black stilettos. And since it was already chilly, I decided to take my black leather jacket with me.

“Hey! Who told you to dress up like that?!” Thea asked as if she was annoyed, looking at me from head to toe when she saw me coming out of the dorm.

“What?” I asked.

“Umm… Nothing. I guess we can both be captivating!” she giggled and grab me by the arm. “Let’s party!” she yelled as we walked towards Tim’s car.

Thea was dressed just like what she told me, a zombie except she looked like a hooker zombie with her plaid black and white mini-skirt, white ‘bloody’ knee-high boots, spaghetti-strap green top and make-up and lipstick all over the place matched with her scrubby-looking blonde hairstyle with a few colorful highlights. Tim was dressed as a pirate like Captain Hook.

In the party, Tim left us near the bar area and went outside to talk to his friends. Thea and I had a couple of drinks already and he’s still out there so Thea decided to get him but as she turned around, she bumped into a huge guy who’s probably about 6’5 and dressed as a zombie too.

“”Ouch!” Thea yelled being only 5’4 and skinny, “What the fuck is wrong with-” the guy kissed her.

“Sexy!” he grinned still holding Thea’s ass.

Thea was as shocked as I was. “Uhh…” Thea was confused and still buzzed from the drinks we’ve had. The next thing he did made our eyes pop out and our jaws drop! He literally grabbed Thea’s breast in front of everyone and started kissing her again. Yes, with tongue and all. Thea seemed to want to push the guy but she was so weak and drunk already and I was just so stunned.

To our surprise, someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt and hit him in the face. It was Tim! With the guy a little drunk and probably high, he easily got out of balance and crashed onto Thea’s seat in the bar; I was just lucky enough to be a little out of the way. I moved away from the guy. Tim was so pissed off and started yelling at Thea. Tim started dragging her out of there thinking she meant to kiss the guy when all of a sudden, the guy gained back his strength and picked one of the beer bottles and was kind of preparing to smash Tim with it. Instantly, being the person nearest to him, I grabbed my glass of Martini, went in front of him as fast as I could and splashed it to his face making his eyes feel like burning.

He screamed but he quickly opened his eyes and saw me. Still a little groggy, he turned to me and tried coming after me. I started to freak out but out of the blue, a man in black hooded cloak came and punched him right on his jaw. The big guy fell on the ground instantly because of the impact of the fist. K.O.! And the crowd booed as if it was just a normal boxing match.

Still in shock, I looked at my savior’s face as soon as as he turned around. It was covered with a mask. But I was more shocked to see the masked man’s mask! It’s him!

“You…” I gasped.

“June,” he answered but to my surprise, Thea grabbed kaçak iddaa my arm.

“June’s coming with me!” she yelled at Tim as Tim grabbed her arm once again and dragged us both out of there.

“Thea, hold on! T!” I protested but they couldn’t seem to hear me. Both too drunk to listen.

I looked back to see him again and as I was walking away from him, and people started gathering once again in the dance-floor between us, he started taking his mask off. I was holding my breath. I will see his face!

But as the masked was removed, a girl’s face blocked my view. And then another girl, and another man with a colorful Afro. I couldn’t see his face. I will never know who he is and I swear I have never ever, in my whole life, wished to be a murderer until then. I wish I could cut their heads off with just my imagination but Thea’s tight grip kept me from running back or doing anything until we’re out the door.

We got next to Tim’s car and Tim just started yelling at me, “what the fuck were you thinking?! why didn’t you stop Thea?! She was drunk!”

“W-what?” I said, still buzzed and not knowing what Tim was on about.

“Thea’s drunk!” he started grabbing my arm and which brought me to my senses. “Why didn’t you look after her?! You were with her! You-” he stopped yelling as I hit his mouth and it bled a little because of the ring I was wearing. It hurts but it was so worth it.

“Just what the fuck are you on about?! You are the fucking boyfriend and where were you the whole fucking time?!” I yelled back and took my arm from his grip. I was so pissed off because of how he’s treating me and making me feel like it was my fault. I was scared that I was almost probably killed by a 6’5 zombie looking man. And I was frustrated because I haven’t even seen the face of the masked man. Now, this?!

His reaction changed and calmed. “Tim,” Thea pulled Tim’s shirt even though she’s still weak, “what the hell?” she asked.

Tim sighed as he touched his lip and apologized to Thea before turning to me and apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m just pissed.”

I shook my head in disbelief, “fuck yourself” I said before getting into his car, grabbed my jacket and marched back to the party to see the masked man.

He wasn’t there anymore. I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find him.

Tim and Thea has already left when I got back out. The dorm was only a few blocks away from the frat house so I just decided to start walking home. It was a chilly night but I decided to let the chill touch my skin and make me feel a little sober after the drinks I’ve had. Autumn was already approaching and the skies were filled with beautiful stars.

A car hooted as I was walking in the pavement. ‘Phil’s car!’ I stopped. ‘This is it!’ I thought.

He got out of his car and opened the door for me, “please?” he asked and so I did and threw my jacket on the backseat.

We sat in his car for a while, still not going anywhere. “I have to explain,” he said.

“I know,” was all I got to say.

“Okay,” he started driving us away from the University’s property.

We drove out towards the downtown, drove along the highways not talking. I only asked where we were heading and the only thing he said was, “to my favorite place,”

We came to a stop on a cliff overlooking the beach. He opened the door for me to get out so I did, leaving my jacket behind. We sat against the front of his car side by side. The view was breathtakingly beautiful with moon shining so bright up above looking down on us. The sea seemed endless until you see where stars and the ocean met but I can’t focus on it. I can just feel the heat of his body next to mine and it’s very distracting, sending me different feels.

“I’m sorry,” he started. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the sound of his voice I haven’t heard for such a long time.

“I don’t know what to say. To be honest, I just want to listen to whatever explanation you have for me,” I said not looking at his face, afraid that I’m just going to forgive him without even hearing anything yet.

“I know. I didn’t tell you right away, and I guess I should have,” he said.

“You guess?” I asked sarcastically feeling a little irritated with the word he used as if he didn’t think anything was significant to me.

Feeling cold, I went back inside the car to get my jacket but as I went to reach for it, I saw something shiny behind it. I took my jacket, moved the black cloth away that was slightly covering it and I grabbed the thing. A mask. The mask! And when I pulled the black cloth covering it, it was a black cloak! My jaw dropped and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every memory came rushing into my head that it’s making me feel dizzy. Everything’s making sense now.

I got out of the car still holding the mask and the cloak. He was standing right next to me. I looked into his eyes trying to confirm what I was thinking.

He just stared at me with a bittersweet smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away,”

“God… Phil…” I kaçak bahis was still dazed but more than anything I was so happy inside.

“I thought you would’ve figured it out,”

“I didn’t…” I’m struggling to find words I was supposed to say.

“My voice? my touch, my body, my kisses, the underwear, how could you not?”

“I… I don’t know. I really don’t,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief looking at his face.

“You’re silly,” he smiled a little.

I sighed, “I’m so dumb. I really am. I mean, you feel so familiar but how would I know for sure? You were basically dressed the first time, your voice was so sweet and gentle, while when we met, it was more strict and a little authoritative. And you wear different types of perfume! And even clothes at school!” I explained, “You like dressing up huh?”

“I did, fair enough,” he chuckled. “and yeah, I mean, I have to wear proper clothes at school and appropriate enough to keep my students away.”

“Oh God… And the underwear. I already forgot about it. Had a few drinks that night. I mean, I thought it was mine at first until I went back to the dorm and saw the one I was going to bring. It’s just. an instinct I guess, because I had this assumption about you that you must be some sort of a player with your good looks.”

“Well, technically, I am. But with just you,” he smirked and his facial reaction changed as he continued, “and with your beautiful body.”

I bit my lip as I tried to stop myself from smiling from ear to ear. He makes me swoon. He knocks me off my feet and takes my breath away. Does he even know that?

“I’m sorry. I could really smash my head with a sledgehammer right now for my stupidity,”

“Oh! come on now. Part of it was my fault for not telling you and for going to these stupid parties I get invited to having to wear a mask on,” he scratched his head which made me laugh.

“I didn’t know you’re a professor. Not to mention a very mean professor!” I teased as I put the hooded cloak on him and his mask.

“Oh, I am,” he said with a devious look as he went for my lips but to my disappointment, he stopped before we even kissed. Instead, he kissed my nose and then my forehead before he gave me a warm tight hug. I could feel his heartbeat. “I miss you. So much. More than words can say,” he whispered next to my ear.

I closed my eyes and smiled. He’s so warm. His breath was so warm. I missed his warmth. He doesn’t even have to say anything because the sound of his heartbeat was already enough to make me feel fireworks in my veins and butterflies in my stomach.

“I… love you,” I whispered, not knowing if he heard me or not.

“I love you more,” he whispered back which sent shivers down my spine and smile that felt like it wasn’t going away for forever. I can just feel my eyes but not my face. I feel like I’ve smoked weed 24/7. I could die right then and there. Oh God… I love this man. So much, it’s scary.

He pulled himself away a little, cupped my face with his warm hands and started kissing my lips so gently. Passionately. Oh… His warm soft lips. And as his tongue started moving, I started giving him tiny bites and suck. I didn’t know a kiss with the person you love could be this magical that it actually makes your knees weak and wish there’s something more that could make you feel even closer than just that.

He pushed me against the car and started kissing me torridly. “I miss you,” he said and without even hearing my response, he kissed me once more.

His hand moved all over my back and hips down my butt while his other hand was moving from my face, to my neck, to my breast, softly caressing it as his kisses became more torrid and hungry.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck. I brushed his hair, feeling the softness of its waves in between my fingers, pulling his face closer, hungry and anticipating for his mouth after such a long time. Then I felt it. As he pushed his body closer to mine I felt his hardness on my belly. It’s making me even more hot. I can just feel the wetness in between my legs. I want him. Now. It doesn’t matter where we are or if anyone else is here. I want him. I want to feel him once again.

I stopped kissing him and pulled my face away, “I miss you,” I said, still panting as I parted my legs and raised the other on his side still with my arms wrapped around his neck.

In response, he lifted me up and against the car so I wrapped my legs around him. To my surprise, he ripped my stockings in between my legs and my underwear before unzipping his pants and letting his junk out. I kissed him as he pushed himself into me. “Oh!” I gasped.

He pushed and pulled himself in and out with his hand holding my butt up and I just couldn’t do anything but keep holding on and let him do me as I kiss him torridly while he’s filling me up. So this is what people mean when they say ‘you are the missing piece of me’. He is my missing piece in each and every way.

After a little while, he bent down a little and put my other leg down as he moved his right hand on my breast, caressing it and pinching my nipple gently as he was still fucking me. I didn’t think my other leg was able to hold but his arms are so strong that it’s enough to keep my balance.

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The Dance

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It was my 60th birthday and despite being so broke that I had lost all hope of ever seeing the day when my bills were less than my income, I splurged for the first time in over 20 years.

I had dreamed my entire life of visiting the baseball hall of fame in Cooperstown, NY. Actually, my dream began as being inducted into the hall of fame after the most sparkling pitching career in the history of baseball but that is another story.

Anyhow, I took my two weeks of vacation. I went online and booked a flight from Mobile, AL to Cooperstown, NY. I made reservations at the Lake ‘N Pines motel. I closed my checking account and got my boss to pay me in advance for the vacation since my last day of work was a pay day. I went over my credit card bills while at work and picked the two that still had over a $1000 credit remaining.

I closed the store at midnight and drove straight to Mobile since my flight was scheduled to take off at 2AM and it was almost a two hour drive to the airport in Mobile from my store.

I was completely exhausted but by 4PM on my first day of vacation I had rented a car, found the site of the hall of fame, purchased a two week visitors pass, and checked in to the motel.

I asked the clerk to give me a 6AM wake up call since the hall of fame opened it’s doors at 7AM and I wanted to be there before they opened. I had the clerk call for a pizza to be delivered to my room.

I barely had time to unpack and take a shower before the pizza arrived and after paying the delivery girl, I got their number so I could call for my own deliveries.

It smelled fantastic but I decided to lay down a few minutes to let my muscles relax a bit from my long flight without rest or sleep. It still tasted great after I woke up just before the phone rang with my wake up call.

I took a quick shower, grabbed a thermos of coffee from the lounge, and ate the pizza on my way to the hall of fame.

I never in my life dreamed the place would be as great as it was. From the time it opened at 7AM until it closed at 7PM, I was completely immersed in the history of the sport I love so much. I soon began to realize that it would take closer to two months than two weeks to see everything it had to offer but I was determined to see as much as I possibly could.

For 5 straight days, I had followed the exact same routine. I got up at 6AM, showered, went to the hall of fame, stayed until it closed, ordered a pizza, ate, and fell asleep exhausted.

Then the 6th day as I waited for the elevator to take me to my room, I heard music coming from a set of double doors across from the elevators.

Smiling, I asked the clerk what was going on. She grinned and told me that every Saturday night they had a dance for the different dance classes to meet and practice what they had learned during the week.

I told her it had been almost 40 years since the last time I had done any dancing but that I loved ballroom dancing and then I asked her if it was a private dance or was it possible for me to watch the dancers.

She smiled and told me that I could not only watch but I could also dance if I wanted to join the crowd. After giggling, she had added that she was hoping her relief came in a bit early so she could get in a couple of dances before the dance ended at 2AM.

My eyes had barely adjusted to the dim lights before my jaw dropped and I stared at the most amazing dancer I had ever seen in my life. There was a circle around her and her partner and they were the only two dancing.

I remember thinking as the song the band was playing neared it’s end that even if she had two left feet she was so beautiful she would have still been the center of attention.

She was at the very least 6 feet tall, her hair was the darkest black I had ever seen, and it was almost touching the dance floor when she was on her toes.

Despite her continuous spins and dips and gyrations, I never saw what was beneath her skimpy outfit but it left very little to the imagination. The best I could tell her skirt was a large transparent scarf tied at the hips and she wore no panties. Her top was a matching scarf that hung from a large necklace barely covering her pert breasts and was loosely tied between her shoulder blades. It was also obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She remained the center of attention as the band played song after song. One man after another danced with her and even on occasion another lady took a turn dancing with her. Occasionally her partner was adept enough to warrant a second dance and one man even had a third dance but even his skills paled in comparison to her looks and movements.

I had lost all track of time and was still mesmerized by her looks and talent when I realized as her most recent partner rejoined the circle that she was beckoning me to take his place.

To be honest, I had no idea that it was her picking her own partners until that moment and as the band played a fast paced Mamba it was all I could do to stumble canlı bahis from the circle and join her.

As I stood only a few feet from her, i was so awe struck by her beauty that the song was damn near half over before I remembered I was suppose to be dancing. I slowly closed my eyes and picked up the beat as my mind remembered the steps then I smiled and did my very best to keep up with her.

I saw her eyes look confused then fill with joy as she increased her movements and I matched her step for step. Her smile broadened and with barely a pause she spun into my arms as the Mamba ended and a Waltz began.

Most novices think that a Waltz and a Rumba are one and the same dance but they are actually two completely different dances using basically the same steps. A Waltz is choreographed movement between two partners that feed off each other’s spins and gyrations while a Rumba is the same with the addition of much more contact between partners.

The second biggest difference is in the music itself. A Waltz has much more brass with a steady drum beat while a Rumba has just the opposite sound with the brass being steady while the drum beats are highlighted.

I began learning to ballroom dance when I was barely 6 years old and for almost 15 years I had gone to balls at least twice a week and quite often even 3 or 4 times a week. I had only stopped because I had been drafted and ballroom dancing wasn’t an option in Viet Nam.

When I returned to civilian life, I had to work and just never had time to devote to my love for dance. I had been a damn good dancer and I knew I had been her best partner but I also knew I was really rusty with some of my steps and I had to think as I danced which wasn’t easy as I stared at the most beautiful young lady I had ever danced with or even seen for that matter.

I loved to Rumba above all other dances because it was like making love on a dance floor. I grinned at the shock that filled her eyes when I spun her away from my body as the dance began and didn’t release her hand as I would have if we had been doing a Waltz. She stumbled slightly, the very first mis-step I had seen her make then she nodded and smiled before cutting her spin short and returning to me with her back pressed against my chest.

She twisted her head so that it lay against my right shoulder and her lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, “My uncle is the conductor and I will have him change to my favorite Rumba song in a minute. You are a rare joy for me sir. It is so seldom that I find a partner that is as good as you seem to be. My name is jessica.”

She quickly spun away then came straight back this time facing me as she twisted her head so that her own right ear was against my lips.

Somehow I managed to stammer, “Thank you for the compliment Miss Jessica. My name is Woody. I wish I weren’t so rusty. It has been almost 40 years since I danced plus if you will forgive my frankness, I have never danced with anyone of your talent much less anyone so beautiful and sexy.”

I saw her eyes sparkling as she spun away from me then she pointed at her Uncle and held her hand in a `V? before she spun back into my arms and whispered, “That just might be the best compliment I?ve ever had Woody.”

As she spoke, the music stopped abruptly then I gasped when the band began playing my favorite Rumba music. I have never known it’s name but I loved it because of two things. First, it was the fastest of all the Rumba’s I knew and it took two highly skilled dancers to maintain it’s rhythm. Second, it was the longest Rumba ever written and took almost a full 30 minutes from start to finish.

As Jessica spun away in her first move, the lights went off and a spotlight hit her. Luckily, she had almost a full minute of movement before the spot went from her to me and I had time to recover from the shock and regain my own rhythm. By the time the spot returned to Jessica, the crowd was clapping and stomping their feet to the music and a second spot light circled the huge circle before it focused on me.

Just once in my life had I danced what I considered the perfect Rumba to this song from start to finish and that was without a spot light on me or my partner. I can’t claim I did this time either because I definitely wasn’t perfect when it first began and the surprise of the spot light on Jessica caused me to lose my step a few seconds but she was beyond a doubt perfect from start to finish and I felt like I had matched her grace after that brief blunder.

The dance ended just as it had begun with her back pressed against my chest. We were both covered with sweat and gasping for air as the spot lights went off the dance hall went completely black.

For less than a heartbeat, the overhead lights flickered on then the blackness returned. I heard muffled voices around us and from the stage between gasps for air.

I can only assume it was her Uncle that said over the microphone, “It seems that the main breaker for the lights has broken.”

After bahis siteleri a quick laugh he finished, “I guess this is the time for our first break. Hopefully the lights will be back on shortly.”

Jessica’s lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, “I just fell in love with you Woody.”

Without thinking, I slid my hands from her hips up under her scarf. She moaned softly and licked my ear as my thumbs lightly traced her huge, swollen nipples. I didn’t pinch them or grab her small breasts. Instead I slowly let my thumbs lift her giant nipples upward until they slipped off then just as slowly I pressed my thumbs down until her nipples sprang back on top of my thumbs. Over and over and over, I thumbed her nipples as she ground her firm ass back against my throbbing erection.

The lights flickered on then went right back off again. She gasped and leaned away. I thought she was ending our fondling but instead she patted my cock quickly then lifted her hair around her shoulders so that it completely covered my hands under her scarf.

When the lights again flickered on and off she thrust her ass against my cock and whispered, “Please Woody. Tell me you have a room here. My home is a 30 minute drive and I can’t wait that long to have your cock inside me.”

She ground her ass up and down my cock then said, “I know your cock wants to fuck me Woody and I pray you want that as much as I do, too.”

I didn’t answer, I just grabbed her right hand in my left and headed toward where I thought the exit was and prayed I was heading in the right direction and that we didn’t run over another spectator as we made our way out of the ballroom.

Just as I felt my right shoulder brush against someone, Jessica moved as close as she could to my left side and the night clerk opened the double doors leading to the lounge.

The bright lights blinded me but I figured it also blinded everyone else and we were only a few steps from getting out unseen except for the clerk.

I tried to guide us past the clerk but to my surprise her left hand grabbed my right hand and she pulled us through the doors and closed them then laughed as she whispered, “DAMN LITTLE SIS! I was hoping to get a couple of dances with Woody then spend the night in his room. Looks like you already stole him from me.”

As my eyes finally adjusted Jessica giggled as we got in the elevator and softly said, “From the size of his cock I’d say he had more than both of us could handle Kimberly but tonight he is all mine Sis. If he can fuck even half as good as he can dance though, you may never get a turn Kimbo. I could never share a man that wanted to spend the rest of my life making happy.”

The elevator doors opened and I stood in complete shock unable to move as Jessica said, “I’m sorry Woody. I don’t mean to scare you but I meant every damn word I just said.”

I released both their hands and turned to Kimberly. I ripped her blouse open and hungrily began sucking her huge titties as I pulled her panties down then tore them off her legs.

I plunged my cock inside her pussy and waited for her instantaneous orgasm to subside a bit then said, “Sorry Jess. I’ve wanted to do this since the day I checked in to the motel and I just had to do it once before I marry you. You see my darling as your sister will tell you when she sees you tomorrow, I fuck at least a million times better than I dance. I’ve dreamed of a wife that is exactly like you in looks and ability but never dreamed I would be lucky enough to find you. Now go get ready to marry me while I give Kimberly the maid of honor’s gift for you.”

Jessica stuck out her tongue and giggled. I’m not sure if she was about to say something or not but I think she was. Just as she giggled however the elevator doors opened and with a quick glance downward at my cock in her sister’s cunt, she licked her lips and blocked the elevator so no one could get out.

Quickly her eyes shot up and she grinned then turned her head and calmly said, “Sorry folks. My future husband is fucking my sister and I not sure they want an audience.”

She laughed and stepped inside then was gone. As that happened, Kimberly’s only reaction was to grasp my ass cheeks in both hands and try to get the rest of my cock in her tight young pussy.

Luckily, the door to my room was directly across from the elevator or we might have spent the rest of the night fucking in the hallway.

I spun her around and unlocked the door then gripped her ass in both hands and lifted her off her feet. Somehow, I managed to kick the door closed then carry her to my bed. As I eased her across it, my cock almost popped out but Kimberly quickly wrapped her long legs around my back and managed to keep my cockhead inside her body.

Gritting my teeth, I drove about half my cock into her tight cunt after I had gotten on my knees at the edge of the bed then I smiled as she knowingly wrapped her arms around my neck so I could walk on my hands and knees while carrying bahis şirketleri her until her head was between the pillows on the bed.

I saw a glint of surprise in her dark brown when instead of lowering her to the bed, I flipped us so she was on top of me. Kimberly kissed me softly then sat up with just my cockhead keeping us united.

As she removed her torn blouse she giggled then stuck out her tongue and whispered, “Guess I’ll have to call Jess to bring me something to wear before I can leave in the morning.”

I grinned and groaned as her cunt gripped my cock then whispered, “Sorry Kimberly but right now you are fulfilling a fantasy I’ve had for almost 50 years.”

She moaned as she asked, “Would you tell me about it Woody? I have never been anyone’s fantasy girl.”

I gasped when she tightened her cunt even more then after a deep breath I somehow whispered, “I’d love to Kimberly but if you keep using your fantastic cunt muscles on me, I doubt I can remember it.”

She laughed loudly and nodded then relaxed her cunt very slowly and waited so I continued, “I guess it is more like what almost happened but didn’t instead of a true fantasy. A week before my 10th birthday, my family went to the beach for a two week vacation. The morning of my birthday, my parents took my brother and sister shopping for my gifts and left me alone once I promised not to go to the ocean even to hunt seashells. I was sitting in a lounge chair eating a bowl of cereal just after they drove off wishing I could go down to the beach but settling for watching from a distance. I saw this newlywed couple arrive. It wasn’t even 7AM yet and as the husband made trip after trip from their car to their room which was right next to ours, they argued and hollered at each other non-stop. I can’t remember exactly what it was but she wanted him to go to a store before they settled in their room and I think he just wanted to fuck her. Anyhow, once the last bag was in the room he came storming back out and as he headed to the car he screamed something about getting drunk and the hell with her. At least two hours had gone by and he still hadn’t returned. Every few minutes she would either stick her head out the door or walk to the parking lot and go back to her room. I distinctly remember that twice she tried to unlock my room before realizing her mistake and going to her room. The second time I heard her say something about not being able to find her glasses and how blind she was without them.”

I paused to catch my breath then finished, “To make a really long story as short as possible, I decided to take a nap and went back to my room. I lay down and got to thinking about the young bride and of course I got an erection. I pulled off my trunks and had just started to stroke my cock when the door opened and she laughed and began taking off her blouse. I froze torn between fear and lust. When she was down to her bra and panties she giggled and walked over to the bed. She bent over my waist and slowly let her hair tickle my cock back and forth as she turned her head. As her lips passed over my cock she paused and softly blew out her hot breath until I thought I was going to cum for the very first time in my life without so much as being touched. Then, she straightened up and removed her panties before damn near jumping on the bed and straddling my hips. We still hadn’t made any body contact at all but I could feel the heat of her cunt on my cock and when she fell forward onto her extended arms I felt her hot cunt juices dripping on my cockhead. I groaned and she giggled then arched her back and buried her bra covered right breast in my open mouth. I began sucking and chewing without thinking as she moved back and forth so that I sucked both of her breasts until my saliva was dripping from her bra cups then she sat up and removed her bra and fed me her bare breasts.”

I laughed and reached out and pinched Kimberly’s rigid nipples then said, “That was pretty much the end of my story. After I had sucked her bare titties for about 5 minutes, she reached down and gripped my cock then screamed and jumped off the bed. I later learned that she was legally blind without her glasses and also a virgin but she had masturbated her husband for years and knew exactly what his cock felt like or most likely there would have been much more story to tell. She told me all that a few days later when she apologized for what happened. I think she would have fucked me looking back on it but I was too young and dumb to be sure of how to find out. My fantasy is basically that but usually involves a motel clerk or maid and they come into my room and see me sleeping. I have an erection and mesmerized they look then can’t resist kissing then finally sucking my cock before they mount me and we fuck each other into a frenzied delirium never to meet again.”

I could tell even as I was telling her that Kimberly really was fascinated by my fantasy from the way her cunt worked on my cockhead and the increased flow of her hot juices but I was still extremely surprised when she threw herself off my cock and jumped to her feet before saying, “Sorry about that Darling but if I had taken time to think I could never have made myself stop.”

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The Cruise

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I have always considered myself a very lucky guy. Trivia contests, lotteries, and games of chance usually seemed to go my way. So when I was notified that I had won a contest sponsored by a local radio station, it did not surprise me. What did surprise me however was the prize: A 6-day/7-night cruise with my favorite NFL football teams cheerleaders!

Ever since I was a teenager, cheerleaders have always fascinated me. Their routines, uniforms, and of course their incredibly fit and sexy bodies. Needless to say I was ecstatic at my good fortune.

When the day finally arrived, I was more than ready. I think I doubly packed everything, you know, just in case. The journey to the ship was long and tedious. It seemed to take forever. Once at the dock however, it was utter chaos. Representatives from the radio station were everywhere. Shoving forms in my face, releases to sign, photos to be taken for publicity purposes, and interviews with the “big winner”. By the time it was over and I had checked in, I was ready for a nap and some dinner.

Once I had freshened up, I decided to check out the ship. It was enormous to say the least. All the amenities you could think of and then some. There were quite a few activities listed for this cruise, and I made a mental note of some of the more interesting ones. Spotting the bulletin for the cheerleaders, I quickly scanned it. Looks like they were going to be extremely busy. Only one appearance was scheduled for tonight, so I was sure I would not miss anything by taking advantage of the ship’s casino for a few hours.

Roulette, blackjack, and some low-stakes poker. By the time dinner was called, the dealer was deeper into my pockets than I had expected. So much for Lady Luck tonight. Dinner went well. We had a marvelous meal and some pleasant dinner conversation.

At long last the lights dimmed and the emcee announced the nights entertainment with dancing to follow. The cheerleaders came out dressed in their skimpy uniforms. Sequined halter tops, tiny shorts and white knee high boots. The room stood and cheered at their entrance. As for me that wasn’t the only thing standing.

The girls put on a hell of a show that lasted a little more than an hour. Each one was introduced and gave a small biography of themselves. I recognized most of them from the TV and websites that I had been on. A few were rookies that I didn’t know. By the end of the show my cock was extremely hard and throbbing. The girls said goodnight and left the stage. The emcee came back on and asked for a warm round of applause, which was hardly necessary. When the lights came back up an orchestra had assembled to our left and was beginning to play some slow blues.

I wasn’t much in the mood for dancing, so I refreshed my drink and went up on deck for a stroll. It was a beautiful night with the stars sparkling overhead and the ships wake leaving a phosphorescent trail in the water. I wasn’t the only soul who had decided to take advantage of the cool sea breeze. I sat in a deck chair and watched the couples walk around the deck. After a bit I grew restless and decided to head for bed, the evenings entertainment still on my mind.

The rest of the week pretty much flew by. We were treated to some superb dining and some very lively entertainment by the cheerleaders. Unfortunately, they weren’t allowed to mingle with the commoners very much, so unless they were performing, we really didn’t see them much.

By the end of the week I was pretty disappointed by the cruise. Don’t get me wrong, I had an awesome time, but I couldn’t help but feel let down by the premise of the cruise. I chided myself for feeling that way. What the hell did I expect? My very own private cheerleader for the duration of the cruise? Hell yes!!! I was after all the big winner! That thought caused me to laugh out loud. It also served to break the mood I was in. Feeling better I decided to put on my new swimsuit that I had bought in port the other day and go for a swim.

The suit I had picked out was not my usual attire. I like to dress pretty conservative for the most part, and this was definitely further to the left than I dare to venture. The conservative suit section was bare to non-existent on this island so I had to make do. The staff was very friendly and helpful, as is their job. I had no idea what I was looking for, so I allowed one of them to help me pick out a nice one. After several styles and colors, she found one she thought I would really turn heads in. Trying it on, I felt very self-conscious walking out of the dressing room. The salesgirl looked me up and down, grinning broadly. I must have blushed about three different shades of red. She assured me I was going to be very busy after wearing this to the beach. (Does every guy fall for a cute salesgirl telling him what he wants to hear?) Oh well. I have to admit it did make me feel quite daring and sexy. I justified the purchase by telling myself I was on vacation after all, and I’m not that illegal bahis bad a looking guy, I certainly wasn’t going to scare anyone away by showing off a little extra skin. At least I hoped not.

Changing into my new suit and throwing a pair of shorts over them, I made my way to the pool area. It was another port day so most of the others were off ship. The pool area was very quiet so I took off my shorts and went for a brief swim. After a few laps, I found a deck chair and laid out in a deck chair for some sun. I must have dozed off for a bit, as I was awakened by a female voice.

“Is this chair taken?” She asked.

“Excuse me?” I said dumbly.

“Is this chair occupied?” She asked again.

“Oh, no, not at all.” I said stumbling over my words. “Help yourself.”

When I actually came to my senses, I couldn’t believe my eyes. This girl was absolutely gorgeous. She stood 5’4″ tall with long dark hair, sunglasses covered her eyes, but the rest of her was to be admired. I wasn’t sure how long my mouth hung open, lucky for me she covered the awkward silence with ease.

“They finally gave us some free time.” she said with a smile of relief. “Most of the other girls went ashore. I decided to get some sun.”

“Well, I don’t mind sharing a bit.” I said with a smile.

“Why thank you.” She replied with a dazzling smile. “That is mighty sweet of you.”

My eyes followed her beautiful curves as she sat down in the chair. The small flowered bikini that she wore accented her body nicely. As she leaned over to set her bag down, my eyes went immediately to her cleavage. Her breasts were large compared to the rest of her which made them an obvious focal point. I guessed them to be about a 34D. Firm and well rounded. My mind wandered, picturing her jogging along the beach, her breasts bouncing along in rhythm. I groaned aloud as the image faded.

“Did you say something?” She asked innocently.

“Oh, excuse me.” I faltered. “It must have been my lunch talking back.”

“Oh, I see.” she giggled.

Whew, I thought. That was close. She found a book and began to lay out her towel. I went back to surveying her fabulous body. Past her large breasts was an impossibly flat stomach, flared hips and long tanned legs that were long enough to reach the ground. It suddenly struck me as to who she was. She was one of the rookie cheerleaders!

“Aren’t you one of the cheerleaders?” I asked dumbfounded.

She laughed and pulled her sunglasses off,

“Why, yes I am. Thank you for noticing. My name is Brianna.” She offered her hand and I took it gently. Her touch was warm and very soft.

“My name is Ken and I am very honored to meet you.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Ken.” she said warmly. “Are you a fan of football?”

“Are you kidding?” I replied, “I’ve been following this team since I opened my eyes.”

She laughed and said, “I am glad to hear that. I just love being a part of this organization.” We made some more small talk, exchanging our hometowns and favorite games we had seen. She prepared to rub some lotion on herself, and I, being the gentleman that I am offered to help. Actually I couldn’t wait to run my hands over her fantastic body. She smiled gratefully and thanked me for the offer. The pleasure is all mine, believe me, I thought to myself.

She turned over and laid on her stomach, flipping her hair to one side. I squeezed some lotion on my palms and gazed at her back. Oh my god, I thought. What an incredible ass she had. Her bikini bottoms were high cut and exposed her hips as well as most of her ass. Toned was not the word for her legs and ass. They were perfect. Small feet giving way to very shapely, muscular yet feminine calves, and strong sturdy thighs that I couldn’t help but picture them wrapped around me. the slope of her back melted into an ass that could only be described as delicious. Tight, young and firm, but at the same time fleshy. A nice very spankable ass that curled under and gave way to those long lean legs.

“Is something wrong?” She asked propping herself up on her elbows.

“Oh no. Nothing at all I replied. Just trying to warm up the oil a little is all.” I lied again.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, you’re so thoughtful.” she said with a smile. “Here, let me help you with this.” she said as she untied her top.

“Ahhhhhh, much better.” I whispered.

I began to oil her up, first her shoulders and then down her back.

“Oooooooh yes. That feels sooooooo good.” She breathed. Yes, it certainly did. “You should be a masseuse.” she said looking back over her shoulder.

“As a matter of fact, I have taken a few massage therapy classes.” I answered confidently.

“Mmmmmmmmm, I can tell.” she purred.

I was now down to the small of her back, a little nervous as to how to proceed. I decided a conservative approach would be best. I turned around and began to work on her feet. Applying a generous amount of oil, I worked her toes, the pads, insteps and heels.

“Oh illegal bahis siteleri my god that feels awesome.” she groaned. “All I wanted was some lotion on my back, and you’re giving me a full body rubdown.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “I got into character and forgot what I was doing.”

“Oh please, don’t apologize. That feels wonderful. Whatever you do, DON’T STOP!” She gave me that radiant smile.

Encouraged, I continued upward. I kneaded her legs, enjoying the warmth and firmness. She was enjoying it too apparently, I could hear her humming as I worked. I stopped short of her fine ass cheeks. My fingertips barely brushing the creases.

“You’re not done yet are you?” she asked, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“Well, your back is done.” I said with a hesitant smile.

“But you missed a spot.” she said teasingly. “I certainly can’t walk around with a sunburnt ass, can I?”

“Oh, well then.” I said laughing, “I better get back to work.” With that I placed my hands on her ass and began to squeeze. Her hips began to grind into the chair as I rubbed. Her moans were barely audible, and her breathing became somewhat labored.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that’s nice.” she hissed between her teeth.

“Yes, it is.” I agreed. At this point I had to shift my body as my cock was beginning to stir. Brianna turned on her side and began to tie her top back together. She sat up and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you. That was absolutely wonderful!”

“Well, I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed it too.” I said with a grin.

Her gaze shifted down to my suit, “It certainly looks like you did!” she said with a giggle. I smiled shyly and tried to hide my embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s my turn to do you.” she said changing the subject. I was grateful for the respite. I quickly lie down on the chair, face down. I had to shift my weight to find a more comfortable position.

Her hands on my back were smooth as melted butter. Her touch was light and warm. As her hands slid further down, I could feel my temperature rising. My dick was rising as well. Shit, I thought to myself. What was I going to do? I was pretty much stuck on this chair until things calmed down. It was either that, or walk around with a flagpole in my swimsuit.

“Okay,” she announced, “You can turn over now.” She wore a triumphant grin.

“Oh, that’s O.K.” I stammered. “I’m good thanks.”

“Oh, no.” she countered. “You gave me the full treatment, now it’s my turn.”

“No, really. That’s fine, thanks. You did a wonderful job.” I said with a grateful smile.

“I don’t think so.” she growled. Her tone softened a little, “What’s the matter?” she asked with a knowing smile. “Hmmmmm, I think someone has a growing problem. Am I right?” Without waiting for an answer she slapped my ass lightly. That did not help my situation in the slightest. She continued on, “I don’t mean to embarrass you.” she said softly. “It’s part of my job to get you aroused.”

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

“I mean,” she said sweetly, “On any given Sunday, we are responsible for arousing 60,000+ men plus the TV audience. I’ll bet you we have aroused more men than all those silly little blue pills. You see, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, it is a natural reaction, and I’m glad you find me stimulating.”

She did have a point there. I was beginning to feel more comfortable, so I turned over on my back.

“There, that’s not so bad is it?” she chided.

“Not so much.” I answered. I watched her big green eyes travel down my chest, coming to rest on my new suit. Her smile increased and her eyes lit up.

“Mmmmmmm that is very nice.” she beamed. “Nothing at all to be ashamed of there. That is very impressive! Now lie back and let me spread some oil.”

I readily complied. She resumed her magical touch working her hands up and down and all over my chest, all the while stealing glances at my hard bulge. Brianna’s hands were getting closer and closer to my swollen dick. I didn’t know how much more I could take, or how much more the nylon would hold out. it was threatening to burst at any moment.

Her hands were now resting on the waistband of my Speedo. She looked up into my eyes and the tip of her tongue appeared at the corners of her lips. Brianna leaned in close and whispered to me, “May I take a peek?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A hot NFL cheerleader was just rubbing oil on my chest, and now she wanted me to whip out my hard dick.

I quickly glanced around, the pool area was still pretty quiet. I looked back at her and just nodded. Without so much as a word, she hooked the waistband of my suit and gave a playful tug. No longer constrained by the tight fabric, my cock sprang up and out, like a cobra striking.

Brianna let out a loud gasp as her hand flew to her open mouth. “Holy shit! That is fucking huge!” She exclaimed. Finally freed from the cloth prison, my cock was fully erect and throbbing like a mad serpent canlı bahis siteleri swaying to music. “Damn!” she whispered, “I’ve never even seen anything like that!”

I interrupted her reverie by suggesting we go back to my cabin. This broke her out of her spell. “Uh, yeah, sure…that sounds great.” she stammered. It was now her turn to be nervous. I grabbed my towel and quickly threw it around me, while she picked up her things.

I ushered her down the hallway to my stateroom. When we got there our hands were all over each other. She immediately dropped my towel and her hands began rubbing my manhood.

I quickly stopped her and whispered in her ear. “Ladies before gentlemen.” I said with a wink. Her lips formed the sexiest pout, but she relented to my touch.

I began kissing and licking her neck, nibbling her ears on my way down to her shoulder. My hands quickly untied her top and let it fall to the carpet. I stepped back slightly as my hands slid around to cup her full breasts. Large and weighty with pink eraser sized nipples that were already erect. My mouth was watering just looking at them. I bent my head and began running my tongue around the outside of her areola. Her sigh changed to a moan as I sucked the hard nipple into my mouth. Gently clamping down with my teeth, I flicked the turgid bud with my tongue. I could feel her lower body pressing against me, betraying her need. My hands worked down her back, now familiar territory. I squeezed her ass hard pulling her into me. My erection was trapped between us, against her stomach.

Brianna stepped backward toward the bed. Sinking slowly onto the bed, her hungry eyes traveled down my body. Her tongue unconsiously licked her lips. I quickly pushed her shoulders down to the bed and slid her bottoms off. Her legs opened easily and I caught a glimpse of her glistening pink lips. She was completely shaven and slick with moisture.

I slowly caressed her inner thighs and dove for her pussy. The first taste was heavenly. My tongue slid up and down her moist slit. Her hips began to rock. I slid my hands underneath her sexy ass and pulled her to my face. I spread her lips with my thumbs, licking her clit gently. I took it into my mouth and sucked the tip. Her reaction was electric. I felt her whole body spasms as she let out a breathless gasp. “Oh God, yes! Right there!!!” I continued my assault on her clit, clamping it between my teeth. I flicked the tip of my tongue across the swollen bud. Once, twice, three times. Her reaction was the same each time. Her juices were really flowing now. I did my best to keep up but she was really into it. I slurped and licked as fast as I could, lapping up her juices. I slid my finger slowly into her sopping wet pussy, as if trying to plug a dike. A futile exercise at best, her orgasm was explosive. Brianna screamed loudly, her hands gripped my head and pressed me tightly between her legs. She actually squirted! My face hands and sheets were soaked were her juices.

I wiped my face quickly on the sheets and looked up at her. She was panting heavily, her eyes closed in orgasmic bliss. Her eyelids fluttered open and she hit me with a bombshell. “You eat pussy almost as good as Jeanine!”

“Excuse me?” I said incredulously.

She smiled and said, “Jeanine is one of the veteran cheerleaders on our squad. She’s taken me out occasionally. We ended up getting together after a few drinks when my boyfriend dumped me. She invited me to her place after a few drinks and she consoled me. Damn, that woman can eat pussy!”

I was floored. First of all, to be compared to a woman in oral technique made my already hard prick throb. Secondly, the thought of one beautiful cheerleader going down on another, tipped the hardness scale. My manhood suddenly went from rock breaker to diamond cutter. I needed some relief.

Brianna sat up and kissed me softly. “My turn.” She whispered. I stood up and she quickly slid to her knees in front of me. My rock hard cock stood straight up, erect and proud. “Damn!” she exclaimed, grasping the base of it tenderly. Her other hand grasped my cock above the first. “I’m going to need three hands to handle this monster!” She slowly began to stroke up and down, mesmerized by the size and length. A drop of precum was forming at the tip. I watched in a trance as her pink tongue slowly emerged from her mouth. She pulled my meat downward and licked the very tip.

I groaned loudly, silently begging for more. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at me. “Could you do me a favor?” she asked. “Sure.” I said hesitantly. “What is it?”

She let go of my cock, letting it spring back up and slap my belly hard. Brianna reached into her bag, and pulled out a digital camera. “Would you mind taking a few pics for me?” she asked with a grin. Again I was stunned. A gorgeous, professional cheerleader about to give me the blowjob of my life, and she is asking ME to take photos of her!

“I would be delighted.” I choked. “Uh, these won’t be posted on the teams website, will they?” I asked jokingly. “Of course not silly!” she chided. “It’s an initiation of sorts. I can get into the Double Digit club.” I must have looked confused. “I will explain later.” she said with a wink.

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The Country Club Ch. 06

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We host a gathering of the bikini and lingerie club

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This series follows on from the Holiday Loving series and Chapter 1-5 of The Country Club. While it is stand alone, it will make more sense to read those stories first.

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“It’s designed as a fun weekend with a small competitive aspect,” summarized Brian.

“The bikinis and lingerie are really just interests that hold a group of girls together. We’ve been meeting monthly for the past few years and have a weekend away once a year, in summer, of course, when it’s warm enough to wear not much outdoors. It’s great that you’ve got a pool as well because then we can put the bikinis to their ultimate test — do they stay on when the wearer dives into the water. Many of them, especially the smaller ones, are really for show only,” explained Trish.

Neil and I nodded in agreement, imagining large numbers of bikini and lingerie clad young women congregating around the pool area.

“So, presumably it’s not just girls, I’m guessing they’ll have partners or boyfriends or something like that?” asked Neil.

“Oh yes, each of the members, and they are all female, are required to bring a partner so there will be equal numbers,” replied Brian.

“Yes, the guys really enjoy the weekend, don’t they dear?” she looked to Brian, but then gave a giggle before carrying on herself. “It’s not always the case that a girl sleeps with the partner she brings, there’s always a bit of mixing and matching. But they’re all adults so they can make their own choices. Usually Brian and I sleep with different partners on the annual weekend, and we’re married.”

Brian made no comment, but seemed to have difficulty meeting my eyes. He was well-built, early 20s, I guessed, and from the bulge in his pants I wouldn’t have minded sampling what he had to offer. I looked towards Neil and he was obviously taking a definite interest in Trish; long blonde hair, short skirt, low cut top to reveal a tasteful amount of tanned breast. It sounded like this would be another interesting weekend without too much to organize during the next four days.

“Come and have a look at everything anyway,” I suggested.

We walked out through the wide-open sliding doors onto the lawn, which was starting to dry out now summer was here, and we showed Brian and Trish several of the cottages, which they agreed were excellent, and the main facilities of meeting or activity room and kitchen/dining area. Then we headed to the pool where they inspected the changing rooms, rarely used due to the proximity of the cottages, and felt the water temperature.

“It’s just the right temperature,” enthused Trish, “Not too cool but refreshing enough. I’d really like a swim now but I didn’t bring my bikini,” she laughed.

“Well, we don’t insist you wear anything in particular in the pool so if you wanted you could go in wearing your underwear, or nothing, for that matter. We’re both broad minded enough and I assume, from what you’ve described of the activities, that you are as well,” I suggested.

They both looked at me to see if I was joking, I guess, then Trish began undressing, removing her top and skimpy bra before we really knew what was happening.

“Am I the only one swimming today?” she asked, looking at us as we ogled her gorgeous breasts.

“Not at all,” I replied, following suit by removing my top, freeing my boobies and noticing that Neil and Brian had bared their chests and were removing their pants while Trish and I slid our skirts and panties to the ground. Four naked bodies hit the water within a couple of seconds of each other and we swam to the far end, where Trish and I rested while the guys continued to swim lengths.

“Tell me, how did the club form?” I asked Trish.

“Well, it really started in school where several of the original members, including me, were in the same dorm. We tried to outdo each other with the lingerie we wore and that extended to swimwear, seeing who could wear the sexiest gear. Of course, for school events we had to wear the uniform one-piece black suits, but over the weekend we could wear what we liked. So, we started designing and sewing increasingly daring bikinis. Sometimes at night we’d even sneak out of the dorm and have moonlight nude swims as well. When we left school, we decided to keep the club going. We discussed it with trusted friends and we brought along boyfriends and partners, some of whom became husbands, and the club grew. The most difficult part was finding a large enough, private facility with management that was bahis firmaları sufficiently broad-minded to allow us to continue our annual weekends. Several of the venues thought that we’d just walk around in bikinis that would hide all the interesting bits, and we’d conduct ourselves with restrained decorum, shall we say.

“However, that’s not how it was, so our applications for further meetings have been declined by each of the venues in turn. Hopefully, you guys will be a lot more lenient, as is evidenced by us chatting together naked in the pool right now. The other thing is that the bikinis and lingerie do not always cover all the naughty bits,” she giggled at the term she used, “And some garments, for want of a better term, are simply a few strings joined together. Other venue managements objected to our approval of swinging and partner swapping, which we feel is a major drawcard as it allows people to make love with someone other than their partner or wife, which we’ve found keeps our love and lovemaking alive and loving. We have a policy that what happens at these gatherings stays at these gatherings.”

“Yes, we’ve noticed the same thing,” I replied as the guys completed another length and started the next, “Just about every weekend we get to join in with the group we have and play with different people. I also get to experiment with various things, taking part in medieval torture sessions, being caned, and ten days ago having my breasts pierced. Neil and I have discussed getting my clit hood pierced as well sometime soon, but I really don’t want to do that yet because I’m enjoying sex too much and don’t want to miss out on that while the piercing heals.”

“Oh, you don’t have to miss out on sex, I had mine done a year or so ago and I was able to have sex right through; you just have to be careful with your positions. Sure, you don’t get much clit stim for the first few weeks, but it’s definitely worth it. I have really hard orgasms now and cum far quicker and more frequently. It’s great.”

The guys arrived alongside us and rested against the wall, panting lightly.

“Awesome pool,” said Brian.

“Yeah, we certainly enjoy it. Swim every day now,” Neil replied.

“So, all good, we just need to sign the contract and we’ll see you Friday evening. The troops don’t arrive until mid-Saturday morning but we like to arrange things a bit first, if that’s Ok with you.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Brian,” replied Neil, “We’d better get out and dry off so we can do the paperwork. You’ve seen the menu we prepared so we’ll have to organize food and we’ll make sure that there’s a cabin set up for you for Friday night.”

I looked at Neil, then Trish and finally Brian. “Um, I was just wondering, you guys could stay in the spare room in our flat if you like. That way we’d be able to accommodate more in the cabins in case that was needed.”

“Actually,” Trish added by way of clarification for Brian, “I think what Mandy means is that if we stayed in the spare room it would be easier for us to switch partners, if, of course, that was mutually agreeable.”

I found my eyes being drawn irresistibly downwards to view Brian’s cock alongside me under the water. He noticed my gaze.

“You can touch it if you wish,” he offered.

I cast a glance at Neil, not so much to seek permission as to wonder how he was taking the situation, then reached downward and clasped Brian’s cock, made smaller by the cool water. Trish swam around to Neil and felt him as well, moving her body against him so her nipples pressed into his chest. This could lead to all sorts of lovely activities this afternoon, I thought, but we really did have work to do, so I released Brian’s cock, gave him a kiss on the lips and boosted myself out of the pool, noticing that his eyes followed my movements, gaining a great view of my shaved pussy as I stood above him. I parted my legs more than was necessary to enhance his view.

We collected our clothes and walked naked to our flat, where we dried before signing the contract, then we gave Brian and Trish a quick tour, pointing out the two bedrooms and resisting the urge to occupy one of those with Brian for the next little while. ‘Patience’, I told myself. They dressed, kissed us goodbye with sexy kisses full of promise, then drove away.

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It was around 8pm when Brian and Trish arrived on Friday night. We greeted them and poured drinks, then sat in the lounge of our flat chatting about things in general. Neil was obviously intrigued about the people in the club, wondering what type of people would be interested in erotic bikinis and lingerie.

“Oh, most of the women work in well-paying jobs, many have quite high qualifications. There are certainly no slugs amongst them. Remember that it started from a group in a boarding school so there had to be some affluence there. I’m a qualified legal secretary, we have doctors, lawyers, accountants, in fact most of the professions are represented. Obviously most of us are still climbing the ladder due to kaçak iddaa our ages, which range from 18 through to 29. It’s an interesting fact that it seems to be the more affluent sector who participate in these types of avant garde activities. Possibly it’s because we have more disposable income, but possibly also it’s due to greater work pressure requiring more, shall we say, exotic means of relaxation,” explained Trish as she slowly and probably unconsciously traced a finger along Neil’s inner thigh as she leaned against him on the sofa. I certainly couldn’t complain as I was doing much the same with Brian.

“Yes,” agreed Neil, “It certainly seems that people in more professional work are more attracted to the mental, psychological and physical stresses and releases afforded by diverse sexually oriented activities. The group we had from the Medieval torture club, who celebrated the last equinox here and who will return in two weeks for the summer solstice, were also all professional people, and they certainly engaged in some activities that would cause a huge amount of all types of stress. Perhaps stressing the body voluntarily assists in dealing with stress that is forced upon you in the workplace.”

“A good theory,” agreed Brian, “Be an interesting scientific study for someone, although I have no idea how that would be researched. Maybe by measuring cortisol levels in a person when they are being tortured voluntarily and when they are in their working environment. I’d really have to think hard on that one.”

“So, you’re in the medical field?” I asked.

“A medical technologist,” he replied, “Operating machinery that provides answers for doctors is probably the easiest way to describe it. Means I get to see some fascinating cases.”

“Yes, you would, I’m sure,” replied Neil, who was now quite distracted by Trish’s more overt arousal attempts. She was no longer simply using a finger, nor was she confining her area of operations to his thigh, just as he was also stroking her upper inner thigh beneath her skirt. I noticed that Brian was watching his wife seduce Neil and I was fascinated and encouraged to see his long bulge beneath the zipper in his trousers.

“Time for a nightcap?” I asked.

We all agreed it was so I poured liqueurs for us all and we toasted each other, wishing ourselves a wonderful weekend and a totally enjoyable night. Then, without any discussion required, I took Brian to my room and Neil took Trish to the spare room.

Once inside, Brian and I locked lips in a sexy, tongue-wrestling kiss as our hands explored each other’s body, sliding beneath clothing, unfastening buttons, unzipping zippers until our clothing literally fell to the floor as we stepped away from each other. Brian’s cock was hard and ready and I could feel girl juices running down my inner thighs.

“Take me, darling,” I whispered in his ear.

He pressed against me so my hard, ringed nipples rubbed against his chest hairs, then walked me backwards until I was against a wall. He then placed his hands under my thighs and lifted, pulling me upwards so that his cock slipped forwards and ended up immediately below my gaping opening. Then, with our lips still locked in a kiss, he lowered me gently so I could feel him sliding into me, inch by inch, until I felt his cock pressing against the end. He held me there for a few seconds, then lifted me again before dropping me once more, letting my weight lengthen my tunnel as he pushed into me. A third lift and drop and he was completely inside me, my clit being squeezed wonderfully by the base of his cock.

We stayed like that for several minutes, my vagina becoming accustomed to his length. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, causing my vagina to pulse also in response. It was as though our sexual organs were communicating in pulses. Then he moved me away from the wall a little and began pulling my hips away from his, then pulling them back, causing his cock to slide back and forth over my clit. Waves of pleasure poured through me and I clasped him hard in response. We kept this up for a few minutes, I’d guess, then it was obvious his arms were tiring, so he carried me in that position to the bed and bent forward, laying me down so my ass was at the edge of the bed. In that position the weight of my upper body was taken on the bed, while he held my thighs and pushed and pulled me so my hips moved back and forth, pounding his cock in and out of my love tunnel and causing my clit to drag along its full length.

I knew I couldn’t take this for long; each thrust and retreat pushed me closer to my release. I’d never been good at holding back and tonight was no exception. In a few minutes I was panting, rolling my head from side to side, and then I heard a scream from the next room as Trish came. That set me off and my scream joined hers, my body trembling and shuddering as Brian held me close so I was deeply impaled on his rigid member.

Once I relaxed he simply withdrew, then instructed me to kneel on all fours on the bed. I did, lowering my kaçak bahis shoulders, pushing my ass in the air and turning my head sideways so I could breathe and see a little of what was happening. The first thing that was happening was when I felt a hand slap my ass cheek, followed immediately by a slap to the other cheek. He looked into my eyes.

“You like that?” he asked.

Did I like that, I wondered? The initial sting followed by a sexy feeling. I guessed I did, so I nodded. He slapped me twice more on each cheek, then he knelt behind me and eased his cock back where it belonged. He then began slow fucking me, slowly in until he was completely engulfed, then slowly out again, then two slaps, one of each cheek, then repeat the process. I lost count of the slaps. Interestingly I found myself waiting for them wanting them sooner, faster, harder, but he kept them slow and deliberate. The stimulation to my clit was minimal and my breasts were just hanging in mid-air, so nothing there. If I was to cum, it would be vaginal all the way. I hadn’t realized how dependent I’d become on other areas of stimulation.

Gradually I felt the tell-tale feelings of a pending orgasm; the tightening of my muscles, increase in breathing rate, a warmth all over, loss of sense of time and self as pulses of electric sex ran through my body and seemed to accumulate in my brain. I found my hips were moving, seeking greater stimulation punctuated by sharp stinging from each slap on my ass. Then he thrust into me hard and I felt the wonderful feeling of his hot cum plastering itself over the end of my love tunnel. It made a bee-line to my brain and I screamed as waves of orgasm washed over me again. I felt my body tense and shudder beneath Brian as he began thrusting into me hard, pushing me further, increasing my own sensations until I reached a second peak, then I gradually came back to earth and we rolled ont our sides, Brian’s cock still deeply embedded inside me.

Brian cuddled against my back, gently stroking my upper breast without touching the nipple ring and tender nipple. Our breathing slowed as we relaxed with each other and drifted off to sleep. We awoke shortly afterwards and used the bathroom then turned off the light before cuddling and falling asleep for the night.

Saturday morning dawned fine and clear, important for the outdoor activities that the group obviously enjoyed. We made love again, Brian bringing me another satisfying orgasm while holding himself back, explaining that there was a lot of weekend and many gorgeous young women to consider. I had the feeling that I would need to find another partner for tonight, but put that thought from my mind as I enjoyed his comforting caresses before we both rose, showered together, dressed and went to breakfast, arriving a few minutes before Neil and Trish. We greeted our partners and talked briefly about the previous evening, then began preparing things for the day.

The first of the visitors arrived soon after 9am, followed closely by a stream of couples arriving shortly afterwards. I was responsible for directing them to their cabins while Neil oversaw the general organization and our staff prepared refreshments and a buffet lunch, to be eaten before the competition began at 2pm.

By midday Trish told me that everyone who had booked was here then she gathered them all into the main hall and welcomed them before outlining the program for the rest of the day.

“As usual,” she announced, after words of welcome and introducing Neil and me, “The lingerie competition will be held before the bikini competition because then you can stay in the pool as long as you wish. You’ll be pleased to hear that nudity and public sex are perfectly acceptable to the management, who are more likely to join us rather than ban us. That presumably goes for the staff as well,” she looked at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly. I nodded in agreement. She continued. “So, the three sections of lingerie will be judged first, the everyday wear, then the wedding wear and finally the nightwear, starting at 1, 1.30 and 2 respectively. After that there will be a short refreshment break before the bikini section competitions begin, the standard section at 3pm, followed by the daring section at 3.30 and the almost nude section at 4pm. As we have access to a large pool, each section will include a dive into the pool with points awarded for how well your bikini creations remain in place. After the almost nude judging, your time is your own. You will notice that there are many padded benches scattered around the area, these are seats or beds where you can spend time getting to know people a lot better, if you get my drift. Mandy tells me they are very comfortable to make love on.” Trish grinned at me over the heads of the visitors. “Judging will, as usual, be carried out by all the males who choose to do any judging. You may judge as many or as few as you wish and can collect your judging cards from the table at the back of the room. Being a lovely day, the competition will be held outside so make sure you use sun protection if required. Good luck everyone. There will be drinks from 5pm and dinner will start at 7pm. There is no theme for dinner dress so wear as much or as little as you wish.”

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The Copier Room

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Copyright 2012 © Michele Christie
Published by Michele Christie
ISBN 978-1-909512-14-6
(4000 words)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

This story contains explicit acts between consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

I had been in my new job five weeks now and was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. It wasn’t so much the job as the effect that one of my workmates was having on me. I had noticed Zak not long after I had joined the company, his blond good looks, his self assured swagger, the way he held my eye just a little longer than was necessary. I found myself taking more care over my appearance and smiling to myself whenever I thought of him. I actually started wearing matching sexy underwear and swapped from tights to stockings, my heels just a little higher, my skirts just a little tighter and my lipstick a shade more scarlet. I had found myself inventing excuses to pass his desk or meet at the water cooler. And I knew I was having a similar effect on him. I would catch him watching me and I would give him a small secret smile and carry on my way. The air had crackled between us as we had danced around each other, relishing the heightened sense of awareness that our mutual attraction brought. I told myself that I wasn’t looking for anything to come of it, after all I was married to a great guy Ed and anyway, office gossip had told me, that Zak too had a girlfriend. But I loved the way it made me feel, the spring in my step, I felt alive and sexy in a way that Ed had never made me feel. It was the usual cliché.

And then I got the first text, telling me that he wanted me, not signed and from a number that I did not recognise but I knew it was from Zak and I flushed immediately. I had glanced in his direction, caught his eye, he gave an imperceptible nod and I had admired his cool assurance. I redoubled my efforts at that point, working out even harder at the gym, every step I indulged myself with thoughts of Zak, imagining his strong hands on my body, his lips pressed to mine. He was good at controlling his emotions, our only contact our eyes, lingering and smouldering in our secret. The texts continued, slowly gathering pace, I rushed to check my inbox at every opportunity, never replying, just letting the words affect my body in the most delightful way. This was an affair of the mind; in no way did I feel unfaithful to Ed. After all Zak and I hadn’t done anything, but dangerously, I had started to consider what would happen next, would I go to the next level? Would I risk hurting my husband? Would I sleep with Zak? Every fibre of my body was screaming “Yes!”

I had felt myself spiralling into a dream world where Zak and I made mad passionate love; my body had never felt so tingly, so on edge, so desperate for satisfaction. He was like a drug; the craving was so great and so consuming. And as I grappled with these physical feelings, my raw emotions ranged over what would happen if I gave in and tasted the forbidden fruit. And all through this, Zak was careful to only speak to me on work matters, never verbally acknowledging our text liaison, which only served to increase the frisson of desire sparked within me. I was grateful for his discretion. Every small gesture, his hand brushing mine whilst passing me a document, the lingering looks, knowing smiles all bound me to him. I indulged in noticing everything about him, the hairs on his arms, the line of his jaw; the way his hair grew at the nape of his neck, his fingernails; no detail escaped my desirous gaze. Many a time I resisted the urge to reach across and actually touch him. I was constantly aware of him, always knowing exactly where he was in the open plan office space. I had no need to look, I could smell him, sense him, feel him. It was a heady feeling and I was completely intoxicated. I was certainly committed to playing the game, to following his lead and being led slowly and gently and deliciously to the eventual conclusion.

And he played the game so well, with such finesse and intimate knowledge of the female psyche, there was no pressure or inappropriateness, no rushing, just pure tantalisation. No lewd suggestions, just a gentle caress of erotic words conjuring images that I wanted to be part of. I wanted to strip myself bare, physically, mentally, spiritually, to open my being, my soul, my body. I wanted to completely surrender myself to this man, to the idea of this man. In moments of lucidity I was well aware that I did not know him at all, I had never had a personal conversation with him, I did not know what he liked to eat or drink, his hobbies, his dreams; all I did know was that I wanted him to possess me and me to possess him. And on and on his texts sucked me into his web of erotic desire and then, mysteriously, they stopped. Just illegal bahis stopped dead! I kept checking my inbox feverishly and frantically. My desire was at an all time peak and no fix of my favourite drug was forthcoming. I kept glancing at Zak, looking for some clue as to this new turn of events but his behaviour had not changed, he was not going to give me any hint of his thoughts. My whole body was like an over strung guitar, taut, stretched tight. I struggled to go about my work, and as the days passed with still no further word, everything started to feel unreal. I wondered was this part of the game or had he grown tired. Perhaps I should have answered his messages but his correspondence had not demanded a response, I began to panic. Was this it? Should I say something? No! Wait and see?

None of this was lost on Ed, he was constantly asking me what was wrong. What was happening at work? Why was I so distracted? Naturally I could not share any of this with him and I explained away my preoccupation as being caused by the stress of settling into my new job. He didn’t look convinced and as I was not inclined to sleep with him since I had given in to my erotic thoughts of Zak, I am sure he was doubly hurt by my behaviour. I was acutely aware of the risks I was taking and the potential ruination of my marriage but I had hit the self destruct button and I was not inclined to try and cram the genie back into the bottle. And so I felt my world imploding around me. I had distanced myself from my husband and now I also seemed to have lost Zak. I felt forlorn, confused and strangely bereft for something I had never even had. My work too was suffering; I had stupidly allowed this strange affair to completely dominate me, my every waking thought, my dreams, my hopes and aspirations had become subsumed by a sexual desire so strong and nerve tingling that at times I could hardly breathe for the sheer power of it. Perhaps Zak was right; perhaps it was time to stop.

And so I tried, I tried very hard to re normalise my life again but it was very difficult, something in me was awakened and I was loathe to put it back to sleep. I liked how it felt. I liked the sharpness and lightness of being that it imbued. I liked to feel that I was sexy and desired. I liked how bright the colours were around me, I liked the feelings of passion in my soul. I liked how my body felt when I ran my hands over its firm rounded outline, imagining Zak’s hands following the same path. I felt that for the first time that I just really liked being me. And then as I struggled with these myriad thoughts, out of the blue, I received another text, throwing me once again into turmoil. “I do want you!”

My heart had leapt as I tentatively read it and with a sudden rush I felt I understood the hiatus, a chance to be sure, to commit to going forward or retreat to the safety of my marriage. I knew that I had no choice; I was going forward, carried along on the crest of a wave of unstoppable, pure desirous passion. I decided to send a reply, I wanted Zak to be sure of my intention to proceed, I wanted no misunderstandings, no missed opportunity. And so I replied, “Yes!” just that one small word to convey a depth of meaning that I was powerless in the face of. I held my breath as I hit the send button, completely aware of the enormity of the gesture and then I waited, my breath coming in small gasps, bright shards of light flashing in my eyes, hands clenched together. I didn’t have to wait long, my inbox vibrated; I savoured the moment before reading the message and then hit the view button. “After work tonight, photocopier room, keep your back to the door and don’t look around.”

This was it. The rest of the afternoon was a write off, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t sit still, my hands were shaking but not once did I consider not going through with it. Ed would sometimes pick me up from work but today he was away on business and so the coast was clear. As the work day drew to a close and my colleagues drifted off home, I was left alone in the office. Zak too had made a show of packing his brief case and saying his goodbyes, just nodding in my direction; I admired his coolness and was pleased that he had thought to avoid suspicion and awkward questions.

It was time; trembling, I made my way to the photocopier room. It was small and brightly lit; I turned off the light, leaving the door ajar. The main office lights provided enough illumination of the copier and the shelves beyond. I approached the machine, keeping my back to the door and placed my hands on the top of it. My palms were sweating; I quickly rubbed them together and once again placed them flat on the top of the copier. And then with ragged breath I waited, my ears straining for the sound of Zak returning. My body was ready, I felt wanton and debauched, ready to do everything and anything to gain satisfaction. My nipples strained at the silk of my bra as I thrust my breasts forward, my buttocks were pert and well displayed in my tight skirt, my legs long and shapely. And I was wet, oh so wet. illegal bahis siteleri My heart was hammering in my chest, the pulsation echoing throughout my engorged body. I felt like a whore, a harlot and I was revelling in these sensations. And then, quietly, ever so quietly I heard the swish of the door, I resisted the mounting urge to turn and watch Zak come through the door, focussing instead on calming my wildly beating heart. And then, his soft footfall right behind me, moving quickly. He took me by surprise, his breath right on my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper, “Stay as you are, do not turn around.” I felt him behind me, my aura bristling at the closeness but he had not touched me. “Close your eyes.” He commanded and I obeyed as he deftly blindfolded me with a soft enveloping cloth. I opened my eyes but he had been thorough and I could not see even a chink of light through the dense fabric. I maintained my position, breathing heavily with anticipation. Zak started to undo the buttons on my blouse but seemingly taking care not to touch me in any other way. I was desperate to feel his hands on my skin but he was clearly going to tease me. With all the buttons undone he slipped the blouse off and in one swift movement he had unhooked my bra, exposing my aching swollen breasts to his gaze. I gasped, a sharp inhalation of breath but still he did not touch me. I slipped the bra down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Then he was unzipping my tight skirt and shimmying it down over my hips, followed by my skimpy thong; when they fell to the floor, I stepped out of them and I heard him kick them to the side of the room. The cool air was caressing my body, cooling my burning skin. I imagined Zak’s eyes upon me, feasting on my naked flesh but I maintained my pose, arms forward on the copier, buttocks pushed up and back, breasts hanging free with large, erect, expectant nipples. I was stark naked except for my stockings and heels but clothed in anticipation. I strained my ears to hear what Zak was doing but he was quiet. I could feel him there in the small space with me; I could just discern his steady breathing. I shifted slightly, the position becoming a little uncomfortable and my impatience grew for what was to come. Unexpectedly my ears were assailed with the whirr and click of a camera; he was taking pictures of me! My mind raced, was this a good idea? But my desire overcame my reasoned mind and I found myself posing in the way I had seen women posing in porn magazines. I sensed a movement of air and standing stock still, I listened carefully but I heard nothing more and sensed that he had gone. I did not dare to move immediately but my disappointment mounted and I finally had to admit that Zak had left me alone. I had pulled off the blindfold, my cheeks burning with indignation and unresolved need. I retrieved my clothes from where he had kicked them and was shocked to see that an hour had passed. My mind was racing at this turn of events, my body was aching with having kept my pose and throbbing with a deep desire but I had no choice, I now felt vulnerable and exposed, so I had hastily dressed, bagged the blindfold and fled the office.

I was grateful that Ed was away so I would not have to hide or explain my consternation and had spent the night tossing and turning, sleeping fitfully, drifting in and out of nightmarish dreams of a masked lover interspersed with strong flashes of a camera bulb and images of the laughing faces of my colleagues. I felt and looked rough as I went to work the next morning. This heightened and prolonged sexual desire was taking its toll and I knew I was close to breaking point but at the same time I had never felt so alive, I had never heard the birds sing so sweetly or felt the warmth of the sun on my body in such a sensual way. It was heady and addictive and I was not ready to quit.

I felt my phone vibrate as soon as I arrived at the office. I pressed the view button with clammy hands. There were pictures, pictures of me from the previous evening, pictures of a wanton whore, thrusting her buttocks upwards and outwards, head thrown back, breasts pushing out, nipples large and erect. My hand flew to my mouth. What had I expected? I knew Zak had photographed me but to see the result so graphically displayed and to see my desire so clearly defined. Immediately I was wet, which surprised me, as I thought I would be outraged but on the contrary I wanted him, I wanted him so very badly. And the message beneath caused my breath quicken and my guts to contract with expectation. “Same time, same place, same pose, blindfold on and naked.”

Zak was giving nothing away, apart from a small wink when I passed him in the corridor, and I had kept my distance from him, relishing our secret and wishing the day away. And then it was time. Once again I was alone in the office, I waited to be sure the coast was clear and then I made my way to the copier room. I double checked that I was indeed alone and stripped off down to my stockings and heels as before. I pulled the blindfold down over my canlı bahis siteleri eyes and contemplated leaving a small gap to allow me to see Zak but decided against it, the game was delicious and I was utterly surrendered to it. I placed my hands on the photocopier and waited, shifting from foot to foot and feeling the coolness of the air conditioning on my warm skin. I did not have to wait long, I could feel him rather than hear him as he entered the room and I held my breath. I could hear him fumbling with what sounded like a belt buckle and I prayed that satisfaction would be forthcoming. The rustle of fabric and zip as he dropped his trousers to the ground, a small groan demonstrating his matching desire, more rustling which I imagined was him removing the rest of his clothing. As each second passed my mouth grew drier and then I felt him, the first touch, his cock nudging gently between my buttocks. I involuntarily pushed back to feel him more, I felt the heat emanating from it, I felt the size and soft virile hardness of it, I wanted him to just push forward and enter me but he had other plans. Having allowed me that brief teasing contact he moved away. Then his hands were on me, cupping my breasts and teasing my engorged nipples and I gave myself up to the sensations, I was an addict having my fix and it felt so good. I maintained my pose as his hands ranged down over my body, examining me as though I was a prized brood mare. The flare of my buttocks, the curve of my spine, the weight of my breasts. He felt down my legs rolling the stockings as he went, digging his thumbs into the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. He avoided my hot wet place that craved his touch most. I thought I was in heaven, I was possessed, nothing else mattered, everything had melted away, I was his. He swung me around and pushed me back against the copier which creaked its protest, pressing up against me his hands cupped my breasts, his tongue insinuating into my mouth, his cock hard between us, jutting onto my abdomen. He was everywhere.

I lifted my hands and started to feel the hard muscle of his taut body, the muscular definition, the sweep of his back; I grasped his buttocks and squeezed him to me. I responded to his questing tongue, I licked him, I nipped him. The blindfold heightened everything, the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. I was a Goddess, I felt ten feet tall. His urgency had risen, I felt him lean past me and lift the copier lid and then he had grasped my body and lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of it. He must have hit the copy button as the machine fired into action but I hardly noticed so lost was I in the scenario. He roughly pushed my legs apart; then he was between them, his erection pushing gently but insistently. I leant back against the wall pushing my hips forward to allow him entry, careful not to over tip the copier. He was in; I nearly swooned with the intense pleasure, the culmination of weeks of longing. He paused, buried deep inside me, throbbing and hot, his breath deep and even, his muscles tense and bulging. He leant forward and latched his lips onto my sensitive nipples, flicking them with his tongue whipping me into an even higher frenzy. My body was convulsing, clenching and unclenching. He must have sensed my need for he started to move in and out, slowly at first but gathering pace, lead by my rhythm and urgency. I braced myself on the copier, meeting his thrusts, my satisfaction imminent. I started to come, weeks of frustration concentrated into that moment, I abandoned myself to it, allowed it to wash over me, it shook me to my core. And then I leant forward and grasped his muscular arse, forcing him into me even deeper as he too came, pumping into me with quick short breaths.

I fell back against the wall to rest, I was exhausted, I was sated, I was ecstatic. Zak grew limp and I was vaguely aware of him moving away from me. I remained blindfolded, too weak to move from my awkward position. Evidence of our coupling smeared on the glass of the copier. My breath had slowly normalised. The feeling had returned to my numb limbs. And then the silence save for the buzz of the office strip lights, bringing me back to reality; focussing my mind once again on the present. Had Zak left? I tore off the blind fold, I was alone. I slid down from the copier taking care as my legs were wobbly and gathered my clothes. I went home in a daze, stinking of sex and sweat and stale perfume, refusing to think about what I had just done and what it would all mean. I was satisfied, the aching longing had been soothed, reality was starting to reassert itself. I straightened my clothes, tidied my hair and prepared to see Ed who would be home from his trip. I let myself in; Ed was in the shower, his bag thrown casually in the hall. I felt a stab of guilt but quickly pushed it aside and busied myself with preparing supper. I dashed into the shower as soon as Ed had finished, scrubbing hard to wash away all evidence of my debauched activities. For the first time in weeks I had slept soundly and woke refreshed with a renewed enthusiasm and sense of purpose. But then the realisation of what I had done gripped my stomach and I felt physically sick. I wondered about Zak, would he expect more? Would I want more? Could I keep all this from Ed?

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The Confidence of Summer

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I have been pretty stressed out lately. I recently took over the managerial position at my office, which entails quite a bit of extra work, from running the day to day operations to managing the overall staffing of our relatively small tech consulting firm. But, while this promotion came with a modest raise and my own office, I have been pretty worried lately that my newfound stresses outweigh the benefits. The last manager, Josh, left abruptly after finding a better opportunity across town, and while I’m hoping to someday follow his lead, for now I am here to keep this place afloat. Even though I miss him, Josh didn’t exactly leave us standing steady on our own two feet. For example, one of the last programs Josh instituted before his departure was a seasonal internship, to be filled seasonally in order to help us keep the odd jobs that periodically crop up around the shop under control. Unfortunately, in his haste to leave, Josh filled the position immediately after announcing his departure, and he did so without much of what you would call due diligence. The intern he selected was a very young, and very attractive girl named Summer.

Summer was a unique employee. She didn’t produce particularly phenomenal work when completing the tasks assigned to her but, she was very eager and she did everything asked of her without question. Summer carried around with her an air that lent the suggestion that she knew she could do better, but that she could just never find it within herself to muster up just how exactly to do so. All that being said, she did have an honest personality that resonated good will even if she wasn’t always up to the task at hand. Just the same, she did work all around the office, and she often found herself delegated back up to me in the office to keep her occupied. As such, we worked closely together for most of the year and I often found myself relying on Summer to take care of loose ends for me as I attempted to get a handle on my new position in the company. I cannot say, however, that I always treated her fairly.

Summer knew that I was stressed out. I had unnecessarily snapped at her in the past over some slight infraction or menial oversight, but she always responded positively, seeking to please. Summer had repeatedly offered to take on other projects around the office in a transparent though thoroughly endearing attempt to earn my praise as her supervisor, despite the occasional rebuff from my end when something when awry. These circumstances along with my continual distraction with everyday stressors is what prevented me from investing a fair amount of time into teaching her. Furthermore, when the stresses of the office began to weigh me down, Summer would go out of her way to try and cheer me up by bringing me coffee, or otherwise attempting to buoy my moods. Unfortunately, over time, work seemed to damper Summer’s usual bubbly nature and she gradually shifted to adopt a more somber and beaten nature.

I will tell you though that for everything Summer might have lacked in her work performance, she made up for with her presence around the office. Summer was delightfully short, just barely over 5 feet tall, though she always seemed a touch taller because the wide variety of tasteful heels that she wore lent the impression of increased height. Her shoulder length blonde hair was nearly always pulled taut into a neat pony-tail that would cascade into a river of perfumed and curling locks. Her blonde bangs framed a beautiful face with a small nose, full pink lips, and a pair of oversized and thick rimmed glasses that surrounded very kind and exquisite blue eyes. Summer’s tight frame was accentuated by a spectacular pair of generously ample tits that were never quite visible beneath her blouses, except for the occasional suggestion of a lace brassiere. Her slender waist gave way to a firm and tight ass that seemed suspended against all odds atop a pair of toned and magnificent legs. Summer also had a penchant for lace tights, sometimes patterned, sometimes not, that rose from her ever-present high-heels to end somewhere beneath a tight and fitting skirt. She was a vision.

I spotted her running one morning, along the main street between our office and the neighborhood where I knew she lived. She was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a purple sports bra, stopped at the corner, bent over and heaving under heavy breath, hands on her knees. She stood as I drove past, back straight, breasts pushed outward, hair swinging gently behind her. Though she didn’t always seem to understand the extent of her beauty, never mind the effect it had on those around her, Summer did know how to dress attractively, but sometimes with an apparent aim toward understated modesty. Though she was obviously beautiful, the nature of our acquaintance and our contrasting roles in the office prevented me from ever really considering Summer as anything other than an employee.

So it was that one day after finishing yet another stressful and confrontational call with a dissatisfied client I heard a light rap on my office bahis firmaları door. It was already well past 5:00, but I heard the door creak open and Summer’s light voice ask, “Everything okay?”

I responded gruffly, not noticing Summer standing before me, still distracted by the mess of papers on my desk. She continued, “Are you sure you’re okay? That call sounded kinda rough.”

“Go home Summer. It’s getting late and you shouldn’t be here worrying about me and my problems,” I responded, exasperated.

She hesitated at the door and blurted the words, “I wish there was more that I could do to help you. You are always so stressed.”

It was now that I really saw this gorgeous woman standing in my office, heels together and arms straight down to her side, hands balled in soft fists. She wore a white sleeveless satin blouse that concealed the suggestion of a lacy strap on her shoulder sneaking out from underneath the garment. The blouse was tucked into a short and flowing fluted black skirt that descended almost halfway down her legs, covering the tops of her lightly patterned tights. She looked down and to her side, again disappointed in my attitude toward her, and wearing an expression of unfulfilled approval.

She looked up at me from across the room and she saw me stumble on my words as I apologized to her, humbled momentarily by her beauty. “I’m sorry, Summer. You… you have been doing a great job. I’m just struggling with this nightmare.”

“I know you are,” she said, her hands down and folded together in front of her now, her one shoe burrowing and pivoting on its toe behind her. As she looked up she saw me still stunned at the sight of her, standing in the golden afternoon light that slipped through the blinds of the window and landed on her delicate skin. She shyly crept across the office, eyes cast down and smiling, stopping inches from me with her hands pursed together against her chest and her feet crossed.

With a squeak she suggested, “I think I can help you, if you want…” The moment hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. She inched closer gently, almost imperceptibly, and seemed to be bracing for another curt dismissal when I stuttered with astonishment. I looked down upon the vision of a stunning woman gazing back up at me with expectant eyes and managed to respond weakly, “I guess, I mean…”

Now she took a step toward me and placed her hands flat against my chest, and looking up at me with her sky blue eyes she bit her lower lip. I could feel her flowery perfume surround me as she stared up longingly. A stray curl of golden hair crossed the frame the glasses resting on her pinkened and youthful cheeks, glowing and supple in the evening’s sunlight cast upon her face. Broken by her girlish seduction, I relented and pushed the lock of hair from her eyes. Now, she blinked and smiled broadly, then looking down in apparent satisfaction at our new circumstances. As she stepped slightly forward, nearer to me, I placed my arm into the small of her back, pulled her off-balance and pressed her body into mine. She whispered with palpable relief, “Oh, I’d hoped so,” as she pressed her breasts against my chest, looking up into my eyes. Summer turned her attention down to the top button of her white satin top, and as her delicate fingers released the button from its hole she remarked liltingly, “But, you’re the boss and I’m just here help you.”

I grasped her across her hips and we turned. I pressed her back against the edge of my desk, overtaken and startled with myself by my sudden reaction. Her ass just barely crested the desk’s edge as she stumbled back on her black heels. I watched as she finished undoing her blouse, and as she finished, the silky shirt lay open and beneath were exposed her pert breasts still clad in a delicate and thin white lace bra. A small pink bow rested in the center between two lace cups through which could be seen large, soft, pink nipples, not yet teased tight. The flesh of her breasts strained against the top of the bra as I cupped her springy tits in my hands, her hands now lightly tugging at my tucked in shirt. Her hands slid up my chest under my shirt and then down my back.

I slid my fingers into her hair beneath the tightly held ponytail of blonde curls and pulled her mouth to mine. She kissed deeply, with swirling tongue and playful biting. Light and careless moans of excitement seemed to escape from her without her notice. Then, she broke from the kiss and looked back at me playfully. She seemed to have a plan now, as if she had thought her way past this point before. Her eyes cast downward to follow the work her small and soft hands set to do as they worked to release my belt.

“I have a lot to learn about working here,” she cooed as she threw the belt open and undid my zipper, “but maybe now I can get you to spend some time working with me”. Her hand pressed and rubbed my growing bulge as she looked back up at me. Her hand slowly reached deeper into my pants and she cupped my balls as she pressed her breasts into my chest and craned kaçak iddaa her neck up towards me and asked, “Will you teach me?”

At a total loss for words, I could only respond by pulling her in for another deep and sensual kiss. Our hands caressed and explored each-others bodies, our tongues danced and tasted each-other, our breathing deepened and became heavy. Now, Summer broke our embrace and stepped back. Wordlessly she shed the unbuttoned blouse to the floor from her bare and elegant shoulders. She looked me up and down and then crossed her hands across her chest, pressing her breasts closer together and threatening to explode them from their lacy confines. She playfully pointed one finger at the corner of her mouth, and wondered aloud, “What should my first lesson be?”

Acting on instinct, I reached down and released my fully erect phallus from beneath my underwear and stood expectantly. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open with a large smile of delight as my cock sprang into view. She stepped forward toward me and grasped my cock with both hands lowering herself to her knees inspecting my manhood, still clasping my penis and stroking it gently. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she whispered, almost to herself.

As she released my dick, she placed her hands flat on the ground in front of her and sat on her knees before my twitching penis. I slipped my fingers beneath the hair at the back of her head and with my other hand I gently tapped her cheek with my stiffened manhood. Her expression changed to one of expectation as I dragged my member across her soft cheeks and lips, her eyes peeked up at me as she parted her lips and placed small kisses at the base of my glans. The delightfully gentle caresses of her pursed lips against my shaft stirred a pressure in me that required action. A coy look of apprehension and unfulfilled but pending delight passed her face as I gripped her chin and lightly squeezed her mouth open.

Now, together, I moved my shaft toward her face as she eagerly enveloped me, producing a muffled moan of sated desire from her cock-filled mouth. Her hands reached behind me and tugged at my already loosened belt as she held the tip of my cock in her mouth and swirled her delicate tongue around its tip and base. Sensing my desire for more as I gently pressed my dick forward into her, she cocked her head and slowly thrust her throat onto the entirety of my swollen dick over and over again. I felt the depth of her mouth warmly glide over my shaft as her hands pulled on the back of my thighs. I could scarcely imagine a more erotic sight than her blinking blue eyes gazing upwards at my pained and pleasurable expressions, as she plunged her mouth over me and danced her tongue along my length. Here, now, her eyes looked up longingly, as if begging for forgiveness, as she deeply and completely consumed my throbbing penis, holding it in her throat for as long as she could stand. A low and sensuous moan filled the air as she slowly drew herself from me. As she released herself from my swell, she caught her breath and cleaned her lip with a stroke of her finger.

Oh, those eyes. Her innocent gaze seemed to stop time as those seas of azure blue blinked and rose toward me, finding her feet again in front of me. I found myself questioning reality as this delicate expression of female beauty stood before me again. What unreal chain of events unfolded themselves in conspiracy to transform this otherwise seemingly meek and gentle girl into a desirous and lustful, sensual woman?

Enough questions. I lifted Summer by the waist and dropped her sitting on the edge of the desk in front of me. A light squeal of delight was followed be a series of girlish giggles as I pressed her breasts up and out of the confines of her bra. Her soft and conical nipples hardened under the attention of my tongue and teeth. She looked down upon my attentions, chin to chest as I suckled and teased each breast in turn. My kisses climbed Summer’s now craning neck as she reached behind her back and unclasped her girlish white, bow frocked bra. Her tits sank and sprang outward, quivering into their natural position, the slightest movement of her back propagating into a delightful jiggle in her nipples. Summer placed her straight arms over my shoulders and gently rocked her chest, shaking her incredible tits in front of me, asking, “Do you like them?”

Without a word, I pushed Summer to her back across my cluttered desk and watched her breasts flatten and shake delightfully. Her golden pony tail laid scattered across the desk above her as she raised her hand to her mouth and began to lightly bite her fingernail. Summer drew her knees up, and as she did I pressed her stocking-clad thighs to her chest and for the first time saw the exposed porcelain skin of Summer’s behind, previously hidden behind that short and tantalizing black skirt.

As Summer lay supine on my desk, knees drawn to her breast, I could sense her anticipation as I caressed her cheeks between the laced stocking top and a pair of simple white panties, kaçak bahis again hemmed with small pink bows across the upper band. As I slid my fingers between the hem of her panties and the cheek of her ass, Summer very slightly parted her legs as she slid her free hand down her belly and inside the upper hem behind the ring of pink bows. Her heel-clad ankle found purchase on my shoulder as I examined the wet softness in the center of her damp cotton underwear. As I peeled the soft cotton to the side I found a glistening patch of wetness crowned by a very dainty and well maintained tuft of pubic hair. Summer now seemed to unconsciously shift her hips toward the edge of my desk as she further spread her legs to allow for my continued exploration. A light giggle erupted from Summer as I straightened her legs upwards and peeled the delicate white panties from her and lifted them up and over her black high-heels.

As I again split her legs, a plaintiff and beckoning moan rose from Summer when she felt my kisses descend her inner thigh toward the sweet secret she had hidden below. As I approached, ever closer, I felt Summer’s fingers begin to urge my head deeper toward her treasure, until I finally planted a soft kiss at the apex of her gathering folds. Now Summer’s legs laid fully open and her hands caressed her entire body, moving from her pubic mound, up to a pinch of her nipple, before again moving to guide my head deeper into her ever-wettening vagina. As my tongue split her folds and explored the many creases of her pussy, my fingers began to probe and split her labia. More and more I tested the tight depths of her vagina with my fingers as my lips and tongue began to stir and swirl nearer and nearer to Summer’s hardening and longing clit. Summer writhed in ecstasy on the edge of my desk as I tongued and fingered her luscious cunt until her heaving and reddened chest arched upward and she released a squeal of delight that shuddered through her body and careened from a high pitch to a low groan.

Summer sat up from the edge of the desk and straightened her disheveled skirt, pulling it down and flattening it with her hands. She seemed disoriented as she caught her breath and fiddled with her pony tail. “That,” she uttered. “I’m not sure I deserved all that.” As I caught my breath, Summer stood and turned, facing away from me. I saw her naked back arched and erect, and as she looked back at me with her lips slightly parted she cast a doe-eyed glance over her shoulder, and her now slightly mussed pony tail flipped across her back. Summer leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the desk, still looking back but now with a more pleading expression. As I stepped forward, Summer arched her back downward and craned her neck upwards, presenting her now naked ass underneath the pleats of her still intact black dress. Her toned cheeks curved up and hovered over the high fringe of her lacy leggings and peeking out between her slightly spread legs was the exposed the slit of her quivering quim.

Before I have a chance to step forward and take control of her hips, Summer pleaded with me, “Am I helping you now?” Somewhat taken aback, I hesitated, “Yes, Summer, I feel better.” Summer slightly swayed her hips at me and as she did so the fringe of her dress swayed back and forth.

“I am so sorry that I haven’t been as helpful as you would like. I can do better. Please. Please make me into a good girl,” she cooed over her shoulder at me.

Now I knew how to proceed. I walked up immediately behind Summer and lifted the black dress up over her hips, exposing her naked, wet, reddened pussy. Her lace stockings still clung to her legs and her ass swayed back and forth ever so gently in front of me. Summer was beckoning me to finally mete out the punishment that she felt she deserved. I slapped Summer’s firm cheek loudly and clutched the meat tightly in my hand as her head snapped back startled, pony tail bouncing in kind. As I inched forward, I slapped her ass again, a red patch appearing on her cheek. Her ass shook gently as Summer let out a high peep. Another step closer and now as my cock is brushing against her longing pussy I deliver one more hearty slap to this magnificent ass. I clutch her cheek tightly and place the head of my cock against the wet folds of Summer’s delicious hole. I can feel Summer buzzing with the anticipation of my penetration as I reach forward and take a handful of her bountiful golden ponytail.

As I pull her hair back, I press myself into her, sliding fully into the moist embrace of her compact but compliant slot. A light gasp is accompanied by a panting moan as I enter deeply into her tight snatch, stretching and thrusting harder into her glorious tightness. Her firm tits shudder rhythmically as I pound myself deeper and deeper into her. Summer is rapt now, moaning and giggling as I pull her hair back harder with each thrust, my other hand finding its way to her delicate and thin throat to help force her opening more fully onto my throbbing rod. As the thrusting forces me deeper and deeper into her, Summer eventually collapsed forward onto the desk, her tits pressed against the scattered papers as she submitted her body to me, bouncing in time to the thrusts of my cock driving into her dripping pussy.

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Terri’s Acute Angles

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How an adult college student earned a passing grade

*****

Damn! Damn! Damn! Terri thought as she hurried down the corridor towards his the faculty offices. I knew that this class was going to be hard, why did I take it? I could have taken music appreciation but no, not miss I love math; not me; I had to take a math class. Now my scholarship is flying out the window because I wanted to show off!

Well, maybe this isn’t as bad as I think. It might not be my about grades,. The note simply said, “Come to my office to discuss your progress.” That could mean anything right?

In her heart she and the pit of her now churning stomach knew better. She wasn’t doing well with the work and she hadn’t asked for help though he had noted that opportunity a couple of times on her papers. This was to be the ass chewing she deserved for her laziness.

Wait a minute – she slowed her pace – maybe an ass chewing (or something less painful like a little dick sucking) could be arranged instead of a failing grade. She thought he smiled at her a little differently than he did everyone else. Of course that could have been her projecting her feelings on him.

Since the beginning she liked the way he ran the class and even though he was strict with his assignments she got the impression he was fair and kind. He carried himself in a confident way that said he knew what was going on all the time. Could be seduced? Quickly she ducked into the ladies room to take a last minute inventory.

The mirror reflected a body to be proud of, curvaceous and well proportioned with a tight ass and large breasts. She brushed her hair and fixed her pale pink lipstick, rearranged her white blouse and plaid skirt, then turned sideways to check out her profile.

Chest out – show off the twins – she thought. Her ass and legs looked great too. The skirt hugged her trim waist, draped teasingly across her butt and sopped about three inches above the knee. Her white stockings accentuated her long well toned legs and shapely calves.

She paused again recognizing the choice of what she now recognized as a classic schoolgirl outfit might have been a subconscious nod to this idea to begin with. Her usual school clothes were jeans and a comfortable blouse. Heck she was even wearing her black Mary Janes instead of white anklets and sneakers.

“Yep, I look good”, she said out loud. “But do I look good enough and not like a slut? Too late now Terri, onward and upward… or downward; might as well go all the way.”

Reaching under her skirt she slipped her tiny panties off, shivering as the cool air made her warm shaved pussy tingle. As she put the panties into her book-bag she noticed that they were a little damp in anticipation of her mission to seduce and smiled. Stepping back from the mirror she raised her skirt and she slowly reached down to stroke her bare pussy.

“I’m wet already,” she said to softly. “All he’ll have to do is look at me and my legs will fly open.” No! No! Control yourself she thought, you want to control him not the other way around.

Dropping her skirt she reached for her bag. Glancing in the mirror she saw the full outline of her tits under the lace blouse and stopped. She stood straight and unbuttoned the blouse first one button then two. What the hell she thought, in for a penny in for a pound. With that she removed her silk blouse and slipped out of her bra and exposed her firm 36 Cs to the air. Immediately her nipples hardened. She unconsciously fingered them.

“This is as fine a pair of tits as he’s likely to see,” she whispered. Her pussy was now actually dripping onto her thighs. The thought of this illicit fuck combined with her own nakedness set her fantasies into high gear. She dawdled a bit before putting her blouse back on then stuffed the bra into the book-bag with the forsaken panty.

“Well,” she thought giggling, “great tits, great ass, great legs, an already wet pussy and this outfit really ought to help me pass. Hell even if he doesn’t go for it I’ll get a nice wild fuck out of this.”

She fought to calm herself down. Taking a deep breath she whispered, “This is as ready as I get. If he doesn’t want this package he’s gay or impotent.” Then book-bag in hand she headed towards the office.

+++

The academic day was nearly over but Ted remained at his desk grading papers and getting ready for tomorrow’s class. He liked teaching adult classes far more than the teens he usually herded and his math course was no exception. The students were all there to actually learn and that was rewarding in itself. He was however dreading the five o’clock meeting with Terri.

Although intelligent and with a math background, she was obviously out of her depth in the class but had never asked for help. Still there was something about her. Maybe it was her willingness to return to school and not get old. Maybe it was her smile. Or he thought allowing himself canlı bahis şirketleri a small smile, maybe it was those great tits, long legs and that tight little ass. Whatever it was he had taken a liking to her on the first day.

As class went on and she started to fall behind he had hoped she would ask him for help. He would have gladly tutored her through the class a meeting like this wouldn’t have happened. But that was all in the past and she would be here soon.

Opening her record and he went over the details once more. Good grades in all of her classes except this one and on a transitional scholarship program that required at least C in all classes and a B average to keep it open. A quick glance indicated that failing his class would cost her the money that was keeping her in school. That would be a shame he thought, she has potential. And, he thought to himself, she’s damned cute.

He tried to quickly put that thought out of his head. It was career suicide to get involved with a student, even an adult student. Yet his dick was getting hard just thinking about her. He had nearly regained his composure when she knocked at the door.

“Come,” trying to use his best professional demeanor.

The door opened and Terri swept into the office. Her skirt swinging gently as she turned to close the door. She stood in front of his desk with her book-bag on one arm and obviously a bit nervous. Her blouse was open at the top but tucked tightly into the waistband so that her breasts were easily visible underneath it. As she shifted her weight they swayed gently. No bra he thought to himself, and they still look great. His revere was broken as she spoke.

“You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes I did.” Feeling the need to gain his composure he paused, “I’ll be with you in a minute, just have a seat.”

Terri turned and stepped over to the nearby sofa and put her book-bag on one seat before turning again to sit down. Ted pretended to look over her records again while trying to get the thought of her tits out of his head. But she wasn’t helping.

A quick glance over the top of the folder and he thought he could see a bare pussy under her short skirt as it lifted slightly when she turned. I must be wrong, he told himself. Surely she is wearing panties. He was wondering how he could carry on the counseling with such a distraction. He also wondered if he could get a better look at her pussy and confirm its nakedness; all very confusing and distracting.

As she sat of the sofa, Terri was wondering what was next. First it was hurry up and get here now, wait. What the hell is he playing at? She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. She had been ready to seduce him or at least try but how would she go about it, especially if he kept her clear across the room? Was he nervous? It was hard for her to tell since she was very nervous.

She squirmed a bit as felt her pussy getting wetter at the though of seducing her professor.

What if he turned her down? She would lose her scholarship and be embarrassed.

Maybe she shouldn’t have started this thing. Well I haven’t really. I mean all I did was take off my underwear. Does he know I’m naked underneath?

Did I just see him glance at my pussy? I’m probably imagining things. Damn why can’t we start? About that time he closed the folder and she looked directly at him.

“Well Terri, you know your grades haven’t been very good this term. Frankly you are failing the course. I hate to say it but I’m not sure what we can do about it at this late date.”

She knew it of course but hearing it out loud made her sigh, it seemed to knock the wind out of her. She forgot momentarily her plan and she slumped back against the sofa.

“I know I haven’t been very good at this work but surely I can do something to improve my grade. I need my scholarship and I am willing to work hard. Extra work, a special project, something!”

She was almost sobbing now but he only half heard her. As she slumped back against the sofa her legs had parted and gave him an unrestricted view of a lovely shaved pussy. He even thought he saw moisture on her thigh and the dark spot of those white stocking said he was probably right. He fought to bring himself back to the business at hand before he replied.

“Look Terri, you’re a good student and I don’t want you to fail. You are in over your head for sure but perhaps there is something I can do, if you are willing to show me you grasping at least the principles of the subject.”

Encouraged Terri sat forward and his view of her pussy was lost but his mind held onto the image. His dick stiffened in response and distracted him from his purpose. I wonder he thought to himself, if she knows what she is doing? I wonder if she is trying to seduce me. Maybe I can be sure if I can get closer to her…

“Grab your books and come over to the desk so we can discuss this more comfortably.”

Terri canlı kaçak iddaa grabbed her books, drug a chair up beside him then sat down with the book-bag in her lap. She was close enough that he could smell her scent. It was intoxicating.

“Get you text book out. Let’s talk about last week’s chapter.”

Terri moved to comply. Leaning the book bag forward she opened the top and reached inside for her book. As she did this Ted could see down the stop of her open blouse; her tits swayed a bit and her erect nipples were long and firm and inviting.

Nervously Terri pulled out the text. As she did so the bra came out with it and fell on his lap. She started to reach for it but stopped realizing she was only inches from his dick. Looking down he picked up the bra and suddenly he was sure she wanted to fuck.

“You dropped this,” he said half smiling, “Nice size, soft, silky and obviously well made. You know a bra is a classic piece of geometric design. Perhaps this is an omen of a way we can improve your grades.”

He was sitting there holding the bra and she realized that in spite of his reputation as a hard ass, she was going to fuck him. She didn’t care if it improved her grade or not. She was wet, horny and she wanted him; that was enough.

She smiled and her nervousness vanished, “Perhaps you’re right.”

He heard her voice soften; an unspoken deal had just been made. He started to give her the bra then put it close to his face and inhaled. It smelled sweet like he imagined her tits would taste. He sighed, “smells nice; like you.”

She took the bra and blushed, “Th-thank you.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

He moved behind her he reached over her shoulders and slid his hands over her blouse to take a firm tit in each hand. Lifting and squeezing them gently he continued to speak.

“You see Terri the bra is a traditional cantilever designed to hold lovely creations like these comfortably.”

He was lifting her breast and squeezing it gently. Her nipples hardened and Terri leaned back into the chair and looked up smiling. She unbuttoned her blouse and he slid it down off of her shoulders exposing both breasts completely.

“Yes I am beginning to see. Tell me more… please.”

He ran his fingers from the top of her shoulders down over the erect nipples.

“The angle from the top of your should down to here,” he said “then back underneath to here,” tracing a line under her tits, “form a triangle. That structure is held up by the supporting material which runs all the way around your breasts and back.” His hands scribed an oval around under her firm orbs. He lifted gently and she stood in response.

Terri turned towards him and pushed the chair out of the way. His hands slid around to her back pulling her towards him. They kissed softly as her naked breasts pressed against his chest.

“So you see,” he said gasping, “a firm geometric principle is outlined by these great tits. Can you think of anything else that might illustrate a geometric principle?”

Terri smiled. “Let me see. Suppose that I create a perpendicular line between your navel and your knee.”

Slowly she knelt in front of him releasing his belt and pulling down his pants and shorts to reveal a stiff and prominent dick.

“Hmm, looks like you’ve already created one of those. Let me see if I can determine its length.”

Taking his cock in her mouth she slowly enveloped his hardness. Lost in the lust of the moment Terri continued to work on his tool bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm; but he wasn’t ready for their meeting to end yet.

Gently taking her by the shoulders he pulled her almost grudgingly off of his rod and back to a standing position where he could kiss her once more.

“Can you show you another example of that most basic geometric shape the triangle?”

Giggling she reach into her book-bag and pullout her tiny white panty. Holding them just in front of his face where he could smell her scent, she replied, “Here is a small inverted triangle, I wear something like this daily, well, most days anyway. Let me show you where this little triangle is worn over another hot little triangle.”

She jumped up on the desk and turned so that she sat facing his chair. Pulling her skirt up, she exposed her slick, wet, shaved slit.

“Very good Terri, “he said sitting down in his chair, “Let me describe a series of triangles in that area for you.”

Leaning forward he began to outline her bare pubic mound with his tongue, stopping to kiss and nip it every now and then. He worked his tongue all around her pink opening coming close to but consciously avoiding her clit. His teasing made her twitch, trying to make his tongue meet that erect little nub. Her ass wiggled frantically as she unsuccessfully tried to make her clit contact his lips. Her moans told him not to wait any longer. Gently he took her erect nub between his canlı kaçak bahis lips alternately licking and sucking it.

Terri’s body shook as an orgasm overtook her. Her legs clamped his head against her pussy as she rode his tongue. Ted kept licking and sucking her as a second and a third set of tremors passed through her body.

As her orgasm began to subside she he greedily licked the desk top and her lips, afraid that he would lose some of that precious juice. She twitched involuntarily as another small orgasm hit her then pulled his head up and kissed him, sharing the juices so recently extracted from her pussy.

“Your turn again,” she giggled.

She stood and he rose with her. Moving the chair away she turned him around and pushed him back to take her place on the desk. He watched as she once again engulfed his tool with her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down making loud slurping noises as her saliva soaked his dick.

Climbing onto the desk she slowly sat down on him, her hot, moist pussy slowly engulfing him to the hilt. Her pussy held him tight and he body seemed fused to his. Looking at them it was impossible to tell where one person stopped and the other started.

“I guess you could call this constructing a perpendicular bisector,” she giggled.

Slowly she began riding him. Up and down, gently, very slowly, she moved, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the feeling. He had a tit in each hand and was once again kneading them as she set up a gentle rhythm on his erect member.

Looking past her he saw her ass reflected in the mirror behind his desk. The site of that terrific ass impaled on his dick made him even hotter. He tried to get a hold of those great cheeks and succeed in spreading them to expose her delicious asshole.

That sight seemed to send him into a higher gear, he began to rise to meet the motion of her ass as she rode him. Faster and faster she moved until she came again, collapsing onto his chest as he felt her pussy contract around his dick. He kissed her passionately.

“Doggy style sweet ass,” he whispered. I have to have a close up look at that wonderful ass as I fuck it.”

Smiling she climbed off of him then leaned over the desk offering him an unrestricted, unashamed view of her butt. Ted couldn’t resist the urge to get on his knees and bury his face in that sweet pussy now filled with the delicious nectar.

Like a kid attacking an ice cream cone as it melts in his hand Ted’s tongue explored her slit from clit to asshole and back again. Her cum tasted like honey as he frantically cleansed her pussy and attempted to suck more juice from it. Every movement of his tongue across her rosebud asshole made her twitch. That turned him on even more.

Without further ceremony he stood and slid his dick all the way into her well-lubed pussy, in one motion impaling her to the hilt. Terri moaned and reached back for his legs as he set up a steady rhythm. He quickened the pace as she urged him on.

“Yes that’s it, fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper! Harder! I want you deep inside of me. Bisect my cunt with that hard cock! Fuck me and don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me hard now!”

He tried hard to comply. His groin slapped hard against her firm ass cheeks as they fucked.

“So…tight… so hot…What an ass,” he panted “I’m going to cum.”.

“No!! Not inside me!” Terri pulled away and turned around. “In my mouth I want your cum in my mouth. I love cum and haven’t had a good load for so long it hurts. Feed me! “

She knelt in front of him and took his rod inside her mouth as his pre-cum dribbled out of the end of his erect tool. Her cheeks collapsed as she worked on him like her favorite extra thick milk shake. He moaned loudly.

Terri pulled back off of his throbbing tool and opened her mouth like a bird at feeding time as an explosion of cum erupted from it directly into her waiting mouth. Greedily she swallowed every drop as a second then a third stream exploded against her face and onto her hair. Once again she took him into her mouth and continued to lick and suck his softening dick until she drained him of every drop of cum and he collapsed into his chair.

Terri straddled his lap and lean forward to kiss him.

He smiled. “Well, that was certainly a displayed knowledge of applied geometry and trigonometry. I suppose that could count as a major project and boost your grade up to a C for the term.”

Smiling she reached down between her legs and wet her fingers with the juice still oozing from her pussy and brought it to her lips to taste it.

“To hell with grades, if I can show you some more acute angles and construct another perpendicular line here [grabbing his limp dick], will you promise to help me keep in practice bisecting every circular entrance?”

“Sure!… What did you have in mind?”

Terri stood, straightened her blouse and smoothed her skirt, “Let’s go to the gym so I can show you some cute, errrrrr acute, angles I can create with my legs. I can put both ankles behind my head ya know?”

Remembering what her ass looked like he smiled. “I can’t wait to see your practical demonstration.”

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