The Upscale Underwear Store

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*** The Realization ***

It was shortly after I had checked in at the airport hotel – the venue for my business meeting – that I realized I had forgotten to pack my underwear. Of course, I had to recheck my luggage four times before I finally convinced myself that I had done it. It was not an auspicious start to the trip.

So what were my options? I could always “going commando…” or not. There’s something worrisome about having my vital bits next to zipper teeth. No, there was nothing left to do but to go to the mall to restock.

The problem was that the closest mall was one of those snooty “fashion malls,” which features valet parking for those who don’t get dropped off by their chauffeurs. I probably should have tried to find a regular department store, but being way out at the airport, I didn’t want to drive all the way into the city. So I jumped in my rental car and made my way to the Mecca of consumerism.

Wandering along the mezzanine level, I inspected countless stores whose names I had never heard of before and whose product lines were difficult to discern from the little that was on display. In one store, there was a single glass bowl on a table in the middle of an empty floor, and the remainder of the store was painted yellow… I walked on.

Finally, I found a store that exhibited five half-torso mannequins wearing boxers and briefs. It was called “Essence…” close enough… I took a chance and walked in. A sign in the window read, “Positions available for Fitting Assistants and Release Attendants. Must be at least 18 years old to apply. Discretion required. “

Surveying the store, I didn’t see anyone, staff or clients, and so it didn’t surprise me that they were hiring. What the hell is a Release Attendant? Why was “discretion” stipulated? And was there anyone even working here?

I wandered about the store in an attempt to check out their selection, guessing that it must be more than what was on display, but I couldn’t find any merchandise to look at. What the mannequins were wearing was okay, but based on the silkiness of the material, I guessed that they probably each cost more than I wanted to pay for my whole purchase.

*** The Assessment ***

As I reached the rear of the store, I suddenly noticed a gorgeous woman standing behind a service counter. She must have sneaked in when my back was turned. When she noticed me, she walked over. She was tall, graceful, dignified… and sultry. “Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted me, “My name is Katherine. Welcome to Essence. “

Katherine’s smoky, faintly accented voice caught my attention, and her shapely, ravishing figure didn’t let it go. As she walked toward me, her silky, black hair swished lightly on the shoulders of her dark blue, tailored suit, and her full breasts bounced provocatively beneath her black, silk top. Underneath her short skirt, the lacy tops of her black stockings played peek-a-boo with the outside world with each step of her long, thin legs and each click of her black, high-heeled shoes.

When she finally stopped in front of me, I was transfixed by her enigmatically dark eyes – were they green or brown? – and heavy, black eyebrows. “Who are you looking for today?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh, well, YOU can serve me, if that’s okay,” I answered and was puzzled when she giggled.

“No, sir,” she clarified, “Which designer’s line did you have in mind?”

I hesitated, not knowing how to answer her. “I’m just here to buy some underpants,” I explained.

She chuckled again. “First time to our store, sir?”

“Yes, first time to the city in fact. “

She walked over to the service counter to pick up a clipboard, appeared to push some type of button on the desk and returned. “And what is your name?” she asked, preparing to fill out her form.

“Uh… Davis… Harvey Davis. Look, I just wanted to grab a couple packages of Haines and be on my way. Maybe I’ve come to the wrong store. “

She grasped my forearm to symbolically prevent me from leaving. “Nonsense, Mr Davis. I’m sure that you will be more than satisfied with what we are going to offer you. ” She let go of my arm and scanned down the form on the clipboard. “So Mr Davis,” she said with a wry smile, “Here’s a simple question for you… Boxers or briefs?”

Hey, now there’s a question I could answer. “Briefs,” I said, “I’ve never been one for boxers. “

“Okay, sir. Biker, sports, hip, executive, low rise, bikini, thong, jock, French cut, or Brazilian cut… “

“Um… “

“Button, clip, snap, or clasp… “

“Um… “

“Y-front, seamless, or pocket. “

“Uh,” I stammered, “Maybe I should point out that my wife usually buys my underwear. “

“That’s all right, sir,” Katherine said reassuringly, stepping forward and putting her hand on my shoulder. “Do you mind if I just take a quick peek so that I can pick out a few options?” She set the clipboard on a side table just as someone emerged from a back room.

“Yeah, sure. I… uh… What?” I couldn’t have heard the question correctly, bahis firmaları but I was distracted by the young girl walking towards us. She must be at least 18 years old to work here, but she didn’t look much older than that. She was wearing a black, suede, mini-skirt that was just an inch too long to show some cheek and a light grey sweater that was just a size too small to conceal her bra-less status – based on her evident nipples and jiggly bounce. Her oval-shaped face featured unconfident eyes but a devilish grin, and her dusty blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail that tried to be professional but couldn’t hide her girlish youthfulness.

Then, Katherine jolted my attention back to her as her hands undid my belt and zipper in the middle of the store. Out of embarrassment, I quickly surveyed our surroundings to see who would see us, but luckily, I continued to be the only customer.

“Ah, Becky,” said Katherine, as she held my pants away from my body to inspect my underwear, “Could you hold these for a second? I just want to check out a few things. ” Behind me, Becky grabbed the sides of my pants and let them droop to about mid-thigh. “

“Becky, give me your guess of the seat type,” Katherine asked. I felt two eyes behind me running over my exposed bottom. Meanwhile, Katherine cupped her hand… my goodness… around my package and bounced it lightly up and down. “Maybe a K?” replied Becky with a very young voice.

“Really?” challenged Katherine, who had finished handling my bulge and began pulling on the waistband and fingering the material of my shorts.

A small hand slid tentatively down one of my butt cheeks and lightly cupped the curve at the bottom. “An L?… A J?… “

Katherine smiled at her uncertainty. “Here, let me take the pants. Reach around, and tell me his pouch fit. “

Becky’s head snaked under my arm from behind and peered over my hip towards my groin. When she got into position, she turned her head to grin up at me as if to apologize for the awkwardness of the situation. What a great smile! It was a combination of impishness and embarrassment. Then she looked back. “A 22 medium or maybe a 21 deep?”

“Becky, you can’t tell just by looking,” mentored Katherine. “Here,” she said, grabbing Becky’s hand and placing it under my balls, “Mr Davis won’t bite. ” Becky giggled and squeezed my balls gingerly. I wondered if she could feel me firming up. The back of her neck looked bright red. “Ahm, I’m not sure,” Becky replied in resignation.

“Okay, never mind. We need a complete work-up anyways,” Katherine concluded, interrupting Becky’s inspection and refastening my pants, “Why don’t you take Mr Davis into the back, get Yumiko to prep him, and then do a full set of measurements. I’ll join you later for the fitting… You don’t mind letting Becky do the fitting, do you Mr Davis? She has only just started with us, but I think you will be in good hands. “

“No, of course not,” I responded, with my cock rising to confront me in the event that I did not answer correctly. This was turning into some shopping trip. What was it I came in here for again? Oh, yeah – underpants.

*** The Preparation ***

Katherine picked up the clipboard and made some more entries, while Becky took me by the hand and led me through the door where she had entered. Her hand was young, soft and cool to the touch. We walked down a little hallway and into a glass-doored locker room.

“Yumi?” called out Becky, prompting a little Oriental girl in a tight-fitting, one-piece, black swimsuit to appear from behind a line of lockers.

“Yumi, this Mr Davis,” Becky instructed Yumiko in broken English.

“Hie, Mis-ter Da-vis, hie,” repeated Yumiko to Becky with confirmatory little head bows.

“You do prep. I come back 10 minutes. “

“Hie, 10 minutes… You want all done?”

“Yes, Yumi. Do normal prep. ” Becky turned on her heels and left through the door we had entered.

“Hie,” Yumiko responded with a quick bow to the closing door. She then took me by the hand and led me to a locker space in a nearby row. After gesturing me to sit on the wooden bench in front, she retrieved a large, fluffy towel from a wall counter and placed it on the bench beside me. Then she began to undo my shirt.

“Um… There might be some mistake,” I tried to help her out, “I’m just here for underpants. “

Yumiko looked at me somewhat puzzled. “I do prep,” she advised me, somewhat insistently.

I marvelled at how incredibly young she looked, although I knew that she must be over 18 to work here. Everything about her was petite – her innocent face, her pug nose, her pouty lips, and especially the thin little fingers that were working expertly on my shirt buttons. “You do prep,” I acknowledged.

When she had my shirt off, she put it carefully on a hanger and hung it up in my locker. Then she kneeled between my legs and unfastened my belt and zipper. “Stand, please,” she instructed me.

When I got up, Yumiko was kneeling so close that I had to do a quick little sidestep kaçak iddaa to avoid mushing her face with my crotch. She did not react. In fact, her demeanour was strangely, both coldly professional and warmly angelic. She reached up and slid off my pants and briefs with business-like efficiency, folded them and then took them over to stow carefully in the locker.

My slightly aroused cock bobbed a bit as I turned to watch her. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, I covered my front with my hands and waited sheepishly.

Yumiko returned to face me, and I observed that, although she had very small breasts, her impressively erect nipples were pushing forcefully up under her tight swimsuit material. She noticed my demure pose and grinned. The edges of her mouth turned up ever so slightly and exposed her two front teeth, making her look like a cute little bunny.

She grabbed my hand again and led me to a shower stall at the back of the room. From behind her, I enjoyed watching the tight scrunching of her little buns as she walked.

She opened the stall’s glass door, and I entered the tiled enclosure. On the wall was mounted a hand shower, and on the floor sat a pail of soapy water with a large, real sponge. I wasn’t sure why a shower was involved in the purchase of underwear, but it really didn’t bother me, so I committed myself to washing up. However, I was a little more than surprised when Yumiko entered the shower immediately behind me.

Taking the shower nozzle off the wall, Yumiko turned on the water and gave me a good, all-over wetting. The water was pleasantly warm. When she got to my crotch, she used her free hand to juggle my balls, ensuring that all my nooks and crannies got soaked. The feeling of her little hand and delicate fingers playing with my testicles sent a thrill through my body.

Yumiko pushed and turned me, forcing me to lean forward with my hands against the wall. In this position, I felt like I was about to receive a full body search – and little did I know…

She reached down for the sponge, squishing out the excess water as she brought it up to my neck. The consistency of the sponge was soft, but its texture was slightly raspy, so that it both soothed and exhilarated me with each stroke. Yumiko went about her scrubbing quietly and efficiently as if she conducted this service regularly.

When she finished her thorough soaping of my back, bottom and legs, she put her hands on my hips and gently moved them back in order to reposition my body. It caused me to lean forward and thrust my bottom up in the air. From behind me, I heard the splash of the sponge being returned to the pail and the click of a bottle cap being snapped open.

Suddenly, I felt my butt cheeks being spread apart and my butt crack channelling the flow of a cool, slippery fluid. The viscous liquid, which must have been soap, oozed down the length of my crack and dripped onto the shower floor below.

With another snap of the cap, Yumiko placed the bottle down and then positioned herself behind me. Starting at my tail bone, a thin little finger squished around to cover itself in the lubricant and then entered the canyon of my butt cheeks. Like a slow motion, white-water kayak, the digit turned and twisted as it rode the contour of my rear channel. It pressed firmly, ensuring all hidden areas got well coated. Lower and lower it slid, passing tantalizingly over the pucker of my anus.

When her finger reached the end of its journey, it returned to my clenched opening, and with light little probes, it teased at the barrier, enticing it to allow her entrance. This was a virginal area for me, and I didn’t know what to make of her poking. I had no idea how to release my grip, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to in any case. Nevertheless, she continued her prodding until she compromised my defences. A fingertip sneaked in the entrance, followed eventually by a knuckle and then an entire finger. I felt strong sensations of heat and electricity, even though it was just her finger. As she slowly inserted and retracted her probe, I felt a hot wave flow through my body.

After a few seconds of deep cleaning, she withdrew her hand and moved it between my legs, grasping my balls lightly from behind and making them sudsy with the soap residue on her hand. She cradled and massaged them, jiggling them softly. I appreciated her thoroughness.

“You turn now, please,” Yumiko instructed me.

I turned slowly to face her. In the tight confines of the stall, I was a little worried that my now semi-firm member would hit her as I swung around. Watching the traverse of my little derrick, her eyes widened a bit, and she said, “You need I finish you. ” I guess she meant that we had better hurry along before an accident happened.

She retrieved the soapy sponge from the pail and gave my chest a real scrubbing. Then, she moved down the front of my body, discretely avoiding my crotch, and knelt on the shower floor, with my erection hovering just in front of her face. She picked up the bottle of liquid soap and clicked kaçak bahis open the top. Gingerly, she took the tip of my penis between a thumb and finger and held it steady out in front of me. Then she raised the bottle with her other hand and squeezed a bead of soap along its length.

Putting the bottle back down, she used a fingertip to spread the soap along the upper-side of my cock and then all over the rest of it. The light rubbing of her little digital applicator sent a tingling sensation along my shaft and up through my abdomen.

Convinced that the soap was now well applied, she opened her hand and reached towards my rock hard… Suddenly, the shower door slid open with an abrupt swish. “Yumi, wait!!!” Yumiko’s hand hovered in mid-air, her fingers curling tantalizingly around but not touching my cock.

Becky stood at the shower entrance with a look of certain concern on her face. “I haven’t done the measurements yet, so don’t go any further yet. “

“I no finish? You say do all!” Yumiko complained, with her hand still hovering in position. I thought briefly about flinching into her grasp in order to influence the situation.

“I know I said that, Yumi, but I have to measure… um… Oh, sir, I’m sorry about this,” Becky started to give me a quick apology when she realized my predicament and then blushed when she saw the look of disbelieving disappointment in my eyes. “Yumi, please just dry Mr Davis off, and I’ll take him over to the fitting room. ” And with that, she left.

“Okay, I bring, I bring. ” Yumiko withdrew her hand and stood up in order to rinse me off with the hand shower… or so I thought. She actually went toward the shower door.

I suddenly felt like a teenager who had just been caught necking on the couch in the family room. I looked down sadly at my hard-on, glistening with a soapy sheen, abjectly waiting for an anti-climatic rinsing. Sometimes, timing is everything; the little guy had come so close to having fun.

Yumiko was, oddly, still at the door, looking furtively out the glass and around the locker room beyond. “She gone,” she eventually announced, turning on her heels and dropping quickly to her knees. Immediately, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to jerk it off furiously.

I looked down in disbelief. Her hand was like a mad piston, and I was surprised that such a little person could expend that much energy. The feeling of the rubbing was overwhelming, and my knees almost faltered.

Her arm was a blur of motion. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Then she steadied the base with her other hand and focused just on my tip. Smick, smick, smick, smick.

Smack, smack, smack, smack… Smick, smick, smick, smick… Her rhythm was unrelenting. A wonderful buzzing sensation resonated over my entire cock.

Smack, smack, smack, smack… Smick, smick, smick, smick… It was building. I wouldn’t be able to hold out. I wanted to go up on my toes and thrust into her movement, but I couldn’t get my balance. My arms flew out unsuccessfully to find the shower walls for support.

She leaned in, moving my cock above her shoulder for better leverage. My gawd, she was actually speeding up. Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack. “Ohhh… uhhh… unghhh!!!”

A wad of cum shot towards the shower door and audibly smacked on impact. Yumiko leaned back and slowed her pace to long, firm, finishing strokes. Subsequent spouts hit her shoulder, her throat and her breast.

She looked up at me with great satisfaction over her accomplishment. “You finish now. ” Her wide grin caused her nose to wrinkle up and her two front teeth to show again. What an incredibly cute and impish little bunny! She looked so pleased at having just got away with something naughty.

I was dizzy and having a difficult time catching my breath. It had been such a hard, sudden cum. Reaching to my side, I felt a tiled wall and was able to steady myself.

When I regained my focus, I watched Yumiko flitting about, cleaning and straightening. She seemed business-like again, as if nothing had just happened.

On her return to the shower, she helped me out on my unsteady legs. She had a towel in her hand, and she used it to dry me off, first my back and then my front. Her touch was quick and a little rough.

Kneeling in front of me to finish her task, she gave my dangling member a playful little bat with her hand and giggled, “You soft now. ” Then she stood up and wrapped a dry towel around my waist, just as Becky entered the room to retrieve me.

*** The Measurement ***

“Thanks, Yumi,” Becky said, as she took me by the arm. We walked down the hallway to another backroom. The air in the hall was cool to the damp skin of my bare upper body.

Passing a few closed doors – boy, this store was bigger than I thought – we entered one near the end of the hall. The room had an immediately peaceful feel to it, probably due to the subdued lighting. It was larger than the change room but efficient in size. It featured a large wooden table, elegant wing-back chair, patterned area rug and tasteful full-length mirror, all either antiques or first-class reproductions. In the middle of the floor was a little podium, which was about a foot or so high.

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The Vicar’s Wife Ch. 09

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You know that lovely, peaceful time, lying beside your lover, embracing after making love successfully? Well, Susanna and I were in such a contented mood. Our warm relaxed bodies resting side by side after the wild intimacy of a few minutes ago, resulting in delicious orgasms for each of us. I was resting one hand on her groin, squeezing the soft flesh between her thighs affectionately. I sighed contentedly. Such peace. Such love. Such happiness. Not having been together for a few days, we were both hungry for love making – exploring our warm, soft bodies with all their bulges and secret crevices. Searching for the mystery within the dark recesses of the inner body. Mmmm! Sheer heaven.

And we had all week-end to indulge ourselves in the Dolphon Square flat.

We turned to look into each other’s eyes. Susanna’s skin smelt great. She has a really nice baby-like smell to her. Which I adore. So arousing. I smiled fondly at her, but she had a curious, serious look about her face. After searching my eyes intently for a few moments, she spoke.

‘Sarah – I want to tell you something. Something about my past. Do you mind?’

‘Of course not darling. You can tell me anything – you known that.’

‘I’ve been thinking about it for a day or two now. It was all brought back to me when we saw the film that other day.’

‘What – Notes on a Scandal?’

‘Yes.’ she dropped her eyes to avoid my questioning look. Then she turned her eyes to me again, with an intense expression in them. ‘Kiss me Sarah. Tell me you love me,’ she implored.

I rolled onto my side, taking her in my arms to kiss her mouth deeply and tenderly. I was intoxicated by the taste of her.

‘Come on Sue. I love you dearly. What’s worrying you? I know I’m not your first lady lover – is that what this is about?’

‘No,’ she replied. ‘But you’re right, I was introduced to girl on girl last year. But this was real boy on girl sex.’

‘What?’ I thought the worst! ‘Not underage sex…?’

‘Oh, no no no no!’

I looked at her for a few seconds. I could see she was troubled. ‘Tell me darling. I won’t judge. I won’t be jealous.’

With an unexpected laugh, she said ‘Do you know your Shakespeare?’ I didn’t reply. Just smiled at her in encouragement. ‘”So may the outward shows be least themselves”, he wrote… and “there is no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.” You see, he knew that you just couldn’t tell what’s in a person’s head by their appearance. I mean… take you and me. When we’re nicely washed, dressed and cleaned up, chatting to the parishioners, who could possibly guess that our minds are awash with lecherous thoughts?’

I smiled. I must admit, I often think that the person I am talking with would never believe what I was really thinking about. I have an obscene mind. And I know Sue’s is the same! I can’t explain it.

Anyway, this is the story she told me – or the confession she made – whichever you prefer!

Andrew was the head of the boy’s choir in the church. He was eleven when we moved to that parish and had an outstanding boy soprano voice. Your Simon will understand what I mean (she was referring to my husband who was the organist and choirmaster at church). And he was a clean, well-presented boy. Well, I am a trained singer – though not brilliant – and I play the piano, so it was suggested that I coach him a little. Take him through some of his pieces. Which I did, both of us enjoying the weekly sessions.

It also gave the choirmaster the opportunity of coming round to see me. I think he fancied me actually. But I was a very moral person, even though I often did have improper thoughts – indecent fantasies. I would never have cheated on Peter, even though I speculated on the physical attributes of the choirmaster. He was a charming guy, openly flirting with me in a light way. I liked him.

I was a virgin when we married. Rather unusual, I’m told. I had a happy childhood, with my mother explaining all about sex and relationships to me. She helped me a lot. The whole family went to church – firm believers. Anyway, of course I went to parties and things as a teenager – petted and kissed and fondled. But never fucked – or went the whole way, as we used to call it in those days!

Then Peter came along, we fell in love – well I thought it was love at the time – and married. I lost my virginity that night of course – but it wasn’t all that spectacular an event. Peter has never been highly sexed, or particularly physical. Not that I knew any different in those days. Well, I had a daughter, but the birth was a difficult one and meant that I was unable to have any more children. That upset me, because the one thing I wanted more than anything else, was a little boy. It’s not that I don’t love Jennifer – goodness me, of course I do – but I just wanted a boy.

Anyway, this lad, Andrew became almost a member of the family – I think he was filling in for the son I never had. He ran errands for me, did little jobs, played silly games together – I helped him with his homework. And for five years he was almost a son to canlı bahis me. I watched him grow up – his voice break (goodness, did I pull his leg about that!!) – the down grow on his upper lip.

He became a handsome young man and was now a baritone in the senior choir. He was studying music at school, which is how I came to know the headmaster and his wife rather well. We also met at official functions in the town where school and church come together from time to time. I was rather innocent still about sexual matters. Margaret changed all that.

I asked if Margaret was the headmaster’s wife. Sue said she was.

She was a well-built handsome woman of around forty. Very attractive and very forthright and self-assured. I was taken in by her straight away. She had chubby cheeks, a generous mouth with an infectious laugh and a gleam in her eye! She seduced me, Sarah. I was a willing victim, though. She made me feel so special. When she kissed with those full lips, my legs turned to putty. I couldn’t explain why… the thought of sex with her hadn’t crossed my mind. But when it did happen, my whole life changed.

She came round to the Vicarage with some music for Andrew, and stayed for a coffee. It was summer, and the sun was shining. Margaret was wearing a light cotton muslin dress and straw hat. Sitting together on the settee chatting, she suddenly turned to me and gave me a straight appraising look.

‘Susanna – you’re looking a bit peeky today. Are you feeling alright?’

I assured I was, though I was feeling somewhat stressed with mother not being well and having to do some running round for her. I told her I hadn’t slept too well, either, so perhaps that was it.

‘You need relaxing,’ she said. ‘How long is it since you were kissed?’ I was taken aback by the question itself and by the abruptness of it. Before I could muster up a suitable reply, she went on ‘I mean really kissed – not just a peck on the cheek. Like this!’

And she leaned across, took my face in the palms of both hands, and kissed me full on the lips. Once I’d got over the surprise, I realised what a lovely feeling it was. I closed my eyes, letting her lips press against mine, lightly chewing them for what seemed ages, though it was probably only a minute or two.

‘There!’ she broke off. ‘That tastes nice.’

‘Probably the mint toothpaste,’ I joked as I regained my breath.

‘So, how long has it been?’ she asked again

‘My memory doesn’t go so far back,’ I laughed. ‘But that was really nice.’

‘And you are so attractive, Susanna. Beautiful even!’

Needing no further encouragement, she kissed me again, this time stroking my face lightly with the pads of her fingers, then my neck and ear lobes. She started to murmur lightly against my lips, humming, sending a light vibration through my face. The sensation was lovely. Her lips brushed my eyelids, then moved over my ears and neck. I was lying back in the corner of the settee by this time, letting Margaret stroke my neck and shoulders until her fingers slipped into the top of my bra to caress the upper part of my breast.

It was so relaxing. I didn’t even try to prevent her hand from exploring the swell of my breast. I was almost willing her to touch my nipple, actually. And she did. The feel of it sent a jolt coursing though my belly. I was relishing being pampered. It was a new experience for me.

With eyes closed, I let her unfasten my blouse without making any attempt to stop her. Both breasts were soon released from the bra cups, nipples tingling with arousal, stiffening quickly with the attention they were getting. Margaret stroked and caressed, kissed and tongued both breasts and nipples with supreme intimacy. My mind was in a whirl – a whirl of sensual delight. But it was when I felt her hand slide under the hem of my skirt, her long nails trailing softly along the skin of my upper thigh, that I realised she wanted to go further – to feel my most secret of places.

And do you know – in spite of my mouth turning dry, I actually wanted her to! Her fingers were so very gentle and light against my skin. I knew that my vagina was leaking rather copiously. And I was glad. I wanted her to know that she had aroused my passion. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time when I wanted so much to be played with. It was as though I was a schoolgirl again.

Anyway, I was just lying back enjoying the attention, deft fingers pushing my knickers to one side, dabbling in my wet vulva, searching its vestibule, fondling the labia. A tentative finger slipped into my vagina for a moment to collect some honey, before transferring to the little button at the apex of my gash. Gosh! I jumped a mile when it touched my clit. I was murmuring and moaning with delight. This was so very lovely!

I hardly noticed Margaret unfasten my waist band and draw my skirt over my legs, followed by my knickers. I was totally lost in a sea of sensuality. I wanted to surrender myself to this demanding woman. It was a totally new and exciting experience for me when she knelt between my legs and blew ever so lightly bahis siteleri on my vulva, sending waves of intense fervor into the pit of my stomach. But it was when her lips gripped onto my clit that I went over the top. I had never in my life felt anything so thrilling. My whole body was ablaze with desire.

For the next several minutes, my vulva was treated to a feast of sensual agitation by those hot lips and that tongue. Her humming lips vibrated against my clit giving indescribable sensations of lust and desire rippling though me. My muscles were trembling and shaking with passion, building up to a peak of sexual frustration through my whole being. This was all new to me. My back was arched, pushing against that wonderful mouth giving me such an emotional roller-coaster ride. I was crying out I think. Wanting release – but at the same time, not wanting this marvelous sensation ever to stop. Until, when I felt I could withstand no more of the intense ecstatic agony washing over me, Margaret pushed a finger into my bum.

God! That was just as absolutely incredible as it was unexpected! As soon as it entered the little brown bud, I hit the roof, Sarah! My whole body was racked with lurching, jerking spasms. I had never had an orgasm like that in my life. My body had never behaved like that. I didn’t know such sensations were possible. I was completely transmogrified. Utterly spaced out by it! Out of this world! Unbelievable!

When I returned to sanity, regaining my composure, Margaret was holding me in her arms, with a smile on her face.

‘There darling,’ she said. ‘That’s what you’ve been missing recently.’

‘Recently?’ I repeated, still out of breath. ‘Always! Always! God, Margaret. I never knew such out-of-this-world emotions were possible. Thank you! Thank you for releasing me!’

I realised now that the dull ache I had felt all these months, the vague feeling of unease in the pit of my stomach was nothing to do with my insides. It was the demand for sex. I hadn’t been getting any and my body was telling me I needed it!

Well, she didn’t insist on my returning the favor there and then, but I was fascinated by my new found sexuality and asked if I could see her body. So she stripped off and stood before me, stark naked. Her breasts were large and heavy, with large saucer-like areolas covering the bottom quarter of the hanging breasts, and chunky brown nipples.

I immediately latched my lips onto them for several minutes, before transferring my attention to her chubby groin. She was not very hairy – her sparse curls were light brown, covering the whole area of the vulva. I asked her to change places so that she was lying back in the settee and I could get between her legs for a proper look.

I then had my very first close-up of a woman’s genitals. I was astonished by them. Such a collection of soft, fleshy lumps and bumps. All very squashy! Her inner labia were long, hanging down from the grip of the hairy, plump outer lips. They were heavily wrinkled, the ridges a dark brown color. Much bigger than my own. As Margaret opened her thighs wider, the outer lips were drawn apart, displaying the whole beauty of her vulva. I was captivated by the pool of starchy-looking liquid that had collected in the entrance to her half-dilated vagina. I tasted it with my tongue. My first taste of woman. Delectable and sweet!

The tip of my tongue traced the tops of her inner labia from the clitoris, round the base of the contracting vagina back to the top where they attached to the pale clit partly protected by its hood. The opening of her vagina was surrounded by a succession of fleshy petals. My tongue explored every little lump and crevice.

I wasn’t very good at cunnilingus, I’m afraid, never having done it before, but she helped me out by rubbing her own clit with her stiffened fingers. Her orgasm was pretty wild. I was transformed, Sarah.

Well, we tidied ourselves up, got dressed, and promised to repeat the experience again as often as we could without arousing suspicion. So we started a very satisfying and happy love affair. And no-one ever found out.

‘She must have been a good teacher, Sue’ I said. ‘You give me the most wonderful and powerful orgasms! There’s no one I know of, to touch you.’ Susanna gave me an appreciative smile. She went on with her story.

Andrew had his sixteenth birthday party at the Vicarage. His parents, he said were not really interested in their children – he had a sister – preferring to argue with each other most of the time. Andrew is a Gemini, with some of the traits associated with that sign. He liked to know what was going on – was something of a gossip. He was fun to be with and to listen to. A real chatterbox. I was glad that he was ignorant about my affair with Margaret, which had been going on for almost three years by this time. He was also witty with a sense of mischief, but a bit unreliable and a bit of a butterfly.

One afternoon, he came by as I was busy making some cakes for the bring and buy stall at church. I wasn’t expecting him. Turning to talk to him, bahis şirketleri I spilt some flour from my hands onto the front of his trousers. Without thinking, I laughed an apology, tried to brush it off with the back of my hand, succeeding only in adding more to it. So, I quickly wiped my hands on the towel, picked up a cloth and started to dust the flour from off his pants. He pushed his hips forward to help me get at it. But it was quite evident that my hand had aroused that part of him tucked in there. Well, a sixteen year old boy is easily aroused.

‘Hey! What’s all this?’ I laughed. But, for some reason I’ll never understand, I continued wiping his trousers, but rather more slowly – and sensuously. My eyes never left the bulge growing inside there. The cloth fell from my hand as I deliberately rubbed the area covering his stiffening penis.

I don’t think either of us was embarrassed by it. After all, we had been close friends now for over five years and there was little we couldn’t say to each other. He used me as his confidante when talking about the girls he fancied and the kisses he’d stolen behind the gym. Asking me all about love – how to tell you were smitten by it. Things like that. We talked quite a lot about sex. But here we were, standing together, with my hand now feeling his stiff cock quite deliberately.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met. Neither of us spoke as our faces came slowly together to join in a kiss. Not just a friendly kiss, either. It was a sexy kiss. I never thought a young lad like that would know how to kiss in that way.

It was then that I realised I was wanting to touch him and had wanted to touch him for quite some time. We were very close. The next thing I knew, he had taken my hand in his and placed it over his bare cock. My mouth dried up! What should I do? He had obviously unzipped his pants during our embrace, to release his stiff cock. Now he wanted me to hold it.

We broke off to take breath, but he didn’t give me time to consider the situation, telling me that he had wanted me to do that for a long time.

‘You are so kind and beautiful, Susanna. I have really been in love with you for years. I never dared to tell you though, until now.’

I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say. I looked down between our bodies to gaze on his manhood. It was, of course, straining at the leash with my hand wrapped loosely round it! It was so handsome. Having only ever seen one penis before – that of my husband – I had assumed that they were all alike. But Andrew’s was slender and long – and very pale. It bewitched me. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from it.

After fondling it for a few moments, without thinking, I slid to my knees in front of him, unfastening the waist of the trousers, allowing them to fall round his ankles, so that I could inspect the penis more closely. To touch it – to feel it’s texture and test the hardness of it. It pointed straight up, pressing against his belly. My husband’s cock stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, but this was completely upright. Like a rod of iron. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on it, noticing the bead of liquid that had formed at the eye of the head. Snaking out my tongue, I licked it off. I had never tasted sperm before – or what I took to be sperm. You see how naive I was!

Andrew took hold of me under my elbows, lifting me up to face him. As we fell into another passionate kiss, he turned me round so that I was backed up against the kitchen table. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers fumbled at my blouse. I reached behind to unfasten the bra allowing my breasts to hang loose. His hands were all over them, squeezing and rubbing before he took away his right hand, lowering it to lift the hem of my skirt.

A groping hand dragged the gusset of my knickers to one side. It all happened so quickly. He was searching for my pussy, wanting to force an entrance into my dark mystery. And I wanted it! I grabbed the cock to guide it to my opening. I felt it drive straight into my vagina. By mere fluke I thought. Straight in. Gosh! I gulped hard! There was nothing to prevent it reaching the depths of my warm pouch. Andrew ploughed in and out like a wild thing, grunting and panting. Every thrust pushed the wind out of me, grunting to his rhythm. We were both panting like mad.

I just wasn’t thinking of anything other than that wonderful feeling of hard cock sliding in and out of the soft, wet channel that nature had provided for it. It was mine! Phenomenal! And the most sublime sensation it gave in me as my body welcomed the act – adored it. So unexpected. So sudden. So fucking fantastic. It was so long since I had relished that ultimate feeling, that the pleasure seemed double what I remembered of it. I was glorying in the act of fornication – almost an act of worship between two bodies reaching out for each other.

Of course, at that tender age, ejaculation is eager and quick. And this was no exception. As our lips continued to grind together viciously, his buttocks thudding against my groin, I felt him explode inside me. I counted them as if it was important to know how many there were. Five – six – seven – then a pause. There was no orgasm for me though. Just bewilderment – an overwhelming feeling, an acknowledgment that I’d been willingly violated.

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The Waves

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The tightening of your arm around my shoulder brought me out of the light slumber I’d fallen into but a few moments before. I glanced up at you; my eyes half-closed in the urge to drop off to sleep. You simply smiled and pulled my head against your chest. I cuddled against you a tiny bit, and sighed when your fingers began to run lazy patterns through my coppery hair. I was a kitten, safe in the paws of a gentle mother.

In front of us, the waves crashed noisily against the earthen barrier that held them back. Everywhere I looked, I saw brilliant, clear blue. The ocean had a calming, soothing effect on me, though I couldn’t explain why. Perhaps it wasn’t the ocean at all–it was more than likely you that was relaxing me so.

Your fingertips nudged haltingly at my neck, and I pulled my hair around my shoulder to expose the skin beneath. The smooth pads of your fingertips melded with the soft warmth of my neck, and I felt myself subconsciously leaning back into your hands. Every little hair and nerve that resided at the back of my neck was now reaching desperately for your touch, and you willingly obliged all of them. The caress of fingertips gradually became the tickle of warm breath; your lips sought the paths your fingers blazed. I pressed myself tighter against you, smiling as your free arm sought to keep me in place.

Your lips moved to the top curve of my ear, traveling slowly down to the lobe. Your voice sent a shiver of appreciation down my spine when you spoke.

“You’re so beautiful tonight.”

I glanced up into your eyes, emerald green meeting a soft golden brown for the millionth time. In only a year, I’d memorized those eyes…the depth in them…the unspoken need for me that often brightened them. You grinned shyly, that innocent smile that always made me forget my name.

I reached up to trace the curve of your soft lips with a gentle finger. I felt you kiss the tip of my finger as I drew it away, and it brought a tiny smile to my face. You were teasing me, in a sense; trying to get me to ask the unneeded question. Knowing this, I simply remained quiet. You couldn’t last too much longer, that much I knew beyond a doubt.

Just as I’d suspected, you couldn’t hold still for more than a minute. Your head craned down above mine, your lips slightly parted in anticipation of a kiss. Smiling, very like the cat that swallowed the canary.

I reached up to trace your lips again, rather than the expected kiss. The pleading look on your face made me chuckle to myself, yet giving in. I leaned up and barely brushed my lips against yours. I wasn’t about to get away so easily though; your lips found mine again and pressed sharply against them.

We stayed locked in that kiss for several moments, and when you pulled away, both of us fought to breathe.

A slight breeze came up unnoticed, and it now illegal bahis played with the rich strands of your hair, blowing several of them into your eyes. Reaching up, I ran my fingers along your jaw line. Lovingly brushing the hair away; you gently pressed your face into the caress of my hand.

Abruptly your lips were on mine again, breaking away for a moment, then returning; breaking away and returning again. The tenseness of your face and the way you had your eyes closed made me take note of the fact that you were more than willing to express your love in a more physical sense. I wondered if this time, you would actually go through with it. The last few times we’d been together like this, we ended up too shy to continue.

My hands cupped your face, and you finally opened your eyes to look at me. “Should we try it again?” I asked softly. If you weren’t ready, I didn’t want to get myself excited for no reason at all. Nights like that were nothing but miserable.

You swallowed nervously and nodded a little, your eyes seeking any hesitation on my part. When you found there was none, a small smile came to your face. “This time I won’t back out. I promise.”

I didn’t bother to answer you; my actions would speak for me. My hands found the top button of the simple white button-down shirt you wore; my fingers began to work at it. I hadn’t known I was shaking until I had difficulty with the button. Your pleading gaze didn’t help me any. Still I managed to undo the first button, and quickly moved on to the second. Five buttons were the only things keeping me from you, and I wasn’t about to let them keep me back.

As I worked at your shirt, I noticed that you were attempting to achieve the same goal on me. The straps of my black string bikini top were already hanging along my shoulders, and you were seeking the similar ties at my sides. I reluctantly pulled away from you a moment, only to kneel in front of you. We both faced each other on our knees, making the task of removing our clothing easier; though the task could hardly be called easy, what with our trembling fingers.

Your breath came faster as I reached the last button. I noticed you’d stopped working on me at the feeling of my hands on you. You were savoring every feeling, every touch of my fingertips against bare flesh. Without knowing it, I was deliberately touching those fingertips against you. With a slight flourish, I undid the final button to your shirt, carefully easing it off your shoulders and down to the soft meadow ground below us.

You let out a shuddering sigh when my eyes traveled up your body. I smiled and gently took you in my arms for a moment. The trembling I felt coming from you was likely a mixture of desire and fear. I had to make sure that the fear was gone before I took any further steps.

I gently eased you flat onto your illegal bahis siteleri back, smiling down at you reassuringly. Kneeling over you, I lowered my head to kiss you softly, then pulled back to rest a hand in the center of your chest. Your eyes closed briefly, and I slowly ran a single finger up to the center of your throat; then back down, running all the way to the waistline of your jeans. You moaned softly, reaching out for me; I leaned forward to kiss you yet again. Your arms suddenly closed around me, pulling me down against you from my kneeling position.

“I’m…not afraid,” you whispered pleadingly. “Not this time.”

I ran my fingers along your chest, making sure to cover every single inch of you as I smiled. “Good…there’s nothing to be afraid of, after all.”

Your only reply was to reach up and slowly remove my bikini top. Your uncertainty in that one movement was endearing. I loved you for that alone, if nothing else. You set the material aside, then nervously looked at the flesh of my newly exposed breasts. Hesitantly your hand reached up to rest on my bosom. With a chuckle, I took your hand in my own and guided your fingers to rest directly on the tip of my left breast. Then I began to move it in slow, gentle circles. I felt you tense beneath me, and a soft moan stemmed from you; you were enjoying yourself. That much was evident.

I released your hand, shivering as you continued the gentle rubbing motions across my entire breast. You didn’t need any more instruction; your free hand moved to my other breast and mirrored the movement exactly. My own hands were at your sides, drawing my fingers painstakingly up and down your body. I gasped as you suddenly pulled me up onto your body, and then rolled me over so that I was now lying on my back. Apparently, you were a fast learner–which was good.

To my further surprise and pleasure, you lowered your head to the hardening buds of my breasts. Your tongue deliberately drew slow circles around them, teasing unmercifully; it was my turn to moan softly. The look in your face, at that sound, was like watching a little boy open his first package on Christmas morning; incredibly happy and proud.

Sensing that you were doing the right thing, you pressed your lips gently around the buds, earning a small gasp. I was starting to lose my own control at watching you; seeing your passion and desire was more than enough to set my inner fire raging.

Your breathing grew increasingly frantic as my caresses moved lower and lower, until finally I arrived at the waistband of your jeans. I felt you press down against my wandering palm, and gently brushed a finger along your fly. Your hands, which had been holding my head up, abruptly tightened their grip and you trembled violently in my arms.

Smiling at you, I carefully unbuttoned your fly, and grasped canlı bahis siteleri the zipper between my fingers. In a single fluid movement, I pulled it down, easing your painfully hard erection from the material that contained it.

You were moaning in earnest now, and pressing your hips down pleadingly against my hand. My own breathing picked up speed as I watched you. The look of complete and utter passion was on your face. I was so glad that I was the one able to show you such pleasure, to teach you this new mode of expression. I was happier still that I could enjoy it with you. I helped you shed your jeans, and then lay back to allow you to remove the denim cutoffs I wore.

You fumbled a bit with the buttons of my shorts, your hands shaking too much to even make sense of the functions of a button. I reached down to do the work myself, relieving you for the time. Your hands automatically began to ease the waistband of my shorts down as the last button came free.

I wiggled around a little to free myself of the suddenly cumbersome garment. Your eyes traveled to my exposed pussy and thighs; and once again, you broke into violent trembles. I felt you rise for a moment as you knelt between my legs, and I moaned softly in spite of myself. We were finally going to join together.

Your cock was nearly steel-hard as you nudged the head gently against the lips of my pussy. Frantic moaning echoed from your throat–the idea of making love to me was overpowering you. It was overpowering me too, but I didn’t care at that point. I pressed myself against the head of your cock, gasping in unbridled desire as you slid deeply inside me. The walls of my pussy grasped you tightly as you moved back and forth within me; we both began to pant for breath.

Your mouth bore down on mine, and we found ourselves breathing into each other to stay conscious. Your eyes closed tightly in the feeling of the moment, and my eyes could no longer stay open. I was no longer seeing what was going on, rather thinking and feeling every single motion you made.

I heard you whisper my name into the air as your body tensed. Your thrusts grew longer and quicker between my legs. Your hands caressed my inner thighs, causing me to squirm and thrust up against you, meeting your movements.

Suddenly you moaned deeply, grasping onto me as you called out my name. I knew you were about to explode within me. The walls of my pussy clasped tightly around you again, pulling you deep inside for your final thrust. Your body fell exhaustedly against mine as we climaxed in unison; panting to refill our lungs with much-needed air.

We rolled onto our sides, and your arms automatically enfolded me. I nuzzled my head up against your bare chest, my lips touching briefly to the base of your throat. I heard your soft whispers in my ear, and pulled myself closer as you spoke. “I’ve never felt that way about anyone…God, I love you…”

“And I love you.” Those were the final words spoken that night before we fell asleep, entwined within each other and dreaming of the future that surely awaited us.

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The Weekend

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This is the small tale of one hedonistic weekend that changed my life forever. I was the young wife of a junior officer in the Air Force stationed in an out-of-the way base in Michigan. While not a pilot, my husband was in change of the Air Traffic Control functions on this busy bomber base. I had spent my time being the perfect junior officer’s wife… always above reproach in deportment and dress, attending social events and volunteering at the local hospital. We’d been married for a couple of years but still had no children. Our life was satisfying but still somewhat routine and boring by the summer of these events.

Three months ago, my husband had been sent on temporary duty to another base for some training and “career broadening” experience. This left me home alone with very little to do. Oh, the other junior officer wives kept in touch but there just weren’t that many social events at which an unaccompanied woman was convenient. The fact that I was pretty with a good body didn’t help. Men, even married men, had always flirted with me and few women were comfortable inviting me over.

Out of sheer desperation one Thursday, I decided to attend one of the squadron’s evening softball games. I sat up in the stands amid the enlisted members of the squadron and their families, soon striking up a conversation with the wife of one of the noncommissioned officers I knew through my husband. He passed me a beer from the cooler at his feet and I could see his eyes roam over my breasts barely covered in the halter-top. His wife, Jo, didn’t seem to mind his attention and we were soon chatting away like old school chums.
When the game drew to a close and the crowd dispersed to their cars, she invited me to join them at their house for a post-game get-together. With nothing else to do, I decided to see “how the other half lived” and followed them to their quarters.

My first thought about their quarters was its size; even though they had three kids, their house was smaller than ours – a three bedroom with the two girls sharing a room. Their furniture was obviously worn but the entire house was clean and neat. The kids had been sent off to get ready for bed while the adults gathered in the basement “recreation room”. Like all the quarters at the base, the basement was unfinished with exposed joists above, a bare concrete floor below, and the usual washer and dryer, plus furnace. They had draped off the underside of the stairs to create storage and home built shelves lined one wall, holding a variety of items like puzzles, games, and toys as well as books, tools, and other things. An old carpet covered the floor at the other end of the room, along with a mismatched collection of old chairs and a broken down sofa. A small stereo provided the background music and a hideous orange swag light provided the illumination. Jo saw my expression and laughed. “I know it isn’t much, but it’s comfortable!”

The other people there were all enlisted folks from the squadron or the neighborhood and I didn’t know any of them. I spent the evening getting to know Jo and her husband, Will. They’d married in high school and their first child had been born shortly after graduation. He’d been in the service for eight years and this was their fourth duty station. As I listened to her talk, I thought about my husband’s remarks about this NCO. “Will’s a sharp one, knows his stuff. The Old Man (my husband always thought of the commanding officer that way) says Will’s one to watch. If Will says something is fact, then you can bet on it.” It was obvious that my husband respected and trusted this NCO. There had also been some casual remarks about the wife. “Rumor has it all’s not well in that marriage. Seems she threatened him with divorce over this assignment and there’s some scuttlebutt about her having an affair at their last base.” Watching the two together, I didn’t see any indication that there were any problems.

Eventually the gathering started to break up and folks headed off to their homes. I thanked Jo for a lovely time when Will told me to give him my keys. He wasn’t going to let me drive home since I had been drinking. I then realized that he had not had anything alcoholic to drink all evening, so I consented to let him drive me there. “How will you get back?” I asked. He told me he planned to walk since it was only a few blocks. I halfway expected him to make a pass at me when he escorted me up to the door of my house, but he merely unlocked the front door and handed me the keys. He told me I was welcome back any time and that they had enjoyed my company. He then strode off into the night.

Late the next morning I was washing my breakfast dishes when the telephone rang. It was Jo inviting me over. Why not, I thought, so I told her I would be over in a bit. After grabbing a quick shower and dressing in shorts and a halter, I decided that I would not go over empty handed. I grabbed two bottles of Kahlua liqueur and some chips, then drove back over to their house.

Will was at work when I arrived and the kids were playing out in the park across illegal bahis the street. As she had the evening before, Jo gave me a quick hug and a kiss as I walked inside. That level of informality and casual contact was not something I was used to, but she was so open and friendly about it, it didn’t bother me. She saw what I had brought with me and soon we were enjoying Kahlua and milk over ice. Jo resumed telling me the story of her life, including her big affair with her boss back in Georgia. She admitted they’d almost gotten a divorce over it, but things had sort of settled down after that. She’d asked if I’d heard any of the other stories about them. Jo told me that they had gotten into some pretty wild parties, with lots of drinking and some sex games. I told her that I had not heard a word and Jo said that was good because it was something that could ruin Will’s career.

By the time Will drove up, Jo and I had finished one bottle of Kahlua and were feeling very mellow. The kids had asked (begged, really) if they could spend the night and some other child’s house and Jo had consented. Even the little boy was going so there would be no kids underfoot that evening. Will said “Hi” as he passed through the room and we soon heard the sound of the shower upstairs. He soon came back down attired in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that suited his trim body. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and then joined us in the sitting area. “What’s up?” he asked.

After explaining that the kids were out for the night, Jo suggested we fix a platter of cheese, salami, and crackers and move down to the playroom where it was cooler. Once down there, we sat around talking and nibbling on the snacks. Watching him, I could see the play of his muscles under his shirt and was soon fantasizing what he’d look like without the shirt… or much else. My reverie was interrupted when Jo suggested we play a game, and Will said “How about twister?”

I am sure everyone has played twister at some time. It’s a game of coordination and balance as you try to remain upright while touching hands and feet to colored circles on the mat. At the same time, your opponent is also trying to do the same while blocking you from reaching your colors. If that isn’t hard enough, add in the consumption of lots of alcohol and it’s a recipe for hilarity. My first match was against Jo and we soon found ourselves tangled together as we tried to reach our circles. Will sat watching us laughing as we tried to move around or under one another. I actually ended up with Jo’s breasts mashed against my face at one point while she had one arm pressing firmly between my legs. She moved the arm farther back and knocked us both down. Will challenged Jo next and she found herself stretched under his body with her head next to his bare thigh. She winked at me and then bit the inside of his thigh. His yelp of surprise was followed by his collapse atop her, driving them both to the mat. “No biting!” he muttered as I took Jo’s place.

I will admit that I enjoyed pressing against his hard body as we played. I even freely admit that I went out of my way to reach circles that increased the contact whenever possible. I knew my halter was gaping in the position I was in and I also knew that he was enjoying the show quite a bit; the bulge in his shorts left no doubt about that! Wickedly, I reached down for a circle by passing between his spread legs, making sure I “accidentally” brushed his erection. He moved to avoid the contact and fell over laughing. We moved back to the snacks and drinks (Will fixed us each a very stiff Kahlua and milk and got himself another beer).

Blame it on the drinks or my husband’s absence or my one randiness, but when Jo suggested we play cards, I suggested strip poker. For some reason, I really wanted to show my body to this young man even though no man other than my husband had ever seen me naked before. I don’t know much about cards but I knew my hand was a poor one when I looked at it. My card choices were made on the deliberate attempt to lose the hand and I did. Jo won it with three sixes. Will pulled off his shirt and my breath caught. While he was no muscled hunk, his trim body was well defined and very fit. Feeling his eyes on me, I reached behind my back and untied the halter, pulling it off over my head. Will frankly appraised my chest and then whistled. “Those are beautiful!” My coral nipples were hard and erect as I sat before his gaze. Trembling a little, I shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand. Will won the hand with two pair, fives and kings. Jo pulled off her tube top, revealing her own smaller breasts. Although she’d had three kids, he breasts did not sag very much but inwardly I was very proud of my much larger and firmer boobs! I unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs, revealing the white bikini undies I wore. Will shuffled this time, his eyes rarely leaving my body, and then dealt the hand. I won with a lousy pair of Queens, making both Jo and Will remove their shorts. Surprisingly, Will wore a pair of skimpy black Jockeys, almost like a speedo, and illegal bahis siteleri Jo wore a pair of plain cotton briefs. Jo shuffled for what would soon be a very revealing hand. All too soon, the hand ended with Will the winner. Both Jo and I slowly pulled off our last garments, adding them to the pile. Will asked us each to stand and make a slow 360 degree turn so he could enjoy his victory. Blushing, I did as he asked, secretly enjoying the exposure. I had trimmed my pubic hair that morning in the shower so I knew he could see my lower lips clearly. Could he see how aroused I was? I watched as he observed his wife’s slow turn as well. Her body was in good shape for a mother of three; her wild pubic thatch was a testament to her natural blonde status. “Fair is fair!” Will announced as he slid his briefs off, revealing his lean torso completely along with his generous equipment. Even flaccid, he was larger than my husband.

Will walked across the room and fixed us each another drink. I watched his tight ass as he walked over and felt my whole body throb with desire. I turned to Jo. “Last night you said something that confused me. You mentioned wild parties and sex games. What did you mean?”

“Well, sometimes we get other couples together much like tonight. We have several adult party games than tend to get a bit wild, like Pass Out and Xaveria Hollander’s Happy Hooker game. ” She chuckled a moment. “We found the original questions in Pass Out a bit of a bore, so we substituted “Truth or Dare” questions instead. Let me tell you, that can get very crazy very fast!”

Will rejoined us and then added, “We found that some people have trouble asking questions or thinking up dares so we created a deck of Truth questions and Dare Cards, then added a spinner divided into spaces marked with Truth or Dare. The Dare cards all involve specific ‘partners’ such as the person to your left or right so that limits any possible jealousy sneaking into the game. Seating is usually boy-girl-boy-girl so that also stops anything from getting too strange for most people.”

Puzzled, I asked what he meant. “Well,” he explained, “suppose the card told you to kiss the person to your right and that person was the same gender… some folks would have a problem with that.”

“With just a kiss? I mean, Jo kissed me hello and that was no big deal.”

Jo snickered, “Most of the cards are a bit more involved than just a simple peck on the lips.”

“Hmmm, why don’t we just play a bit so I see what you mean?” I suggested, thinking how much fun it might be to get a bit involved with Will.

“If you’re sure. We have some ground rules, though. Number one is that what happens during the game stays here. No confessions later since it could ruin people’s career. Number two is that, when using a Truth question, you must answer the honest truth, no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable it makes you. And number three is that you must perform all dares to the utmost of your ability, no matter what. And finally, this is just a game and there should be no reprisals or repercussions afterward. Agreed?”

I took a sip of my drink and nodded my head.

While I watched the interplay of his muscles, Will took down a box from an upper shelf and walked back over to the group. We all sat around on the floor now, the two decks of cards flanking the spinner. I reached out and flicked the spinner into motion and it landed on a blue T. I picked up the top card and read “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“I was 19 and it was my wedding night.”

“Good for you!” Jo said, as she reached for the spinner. It stopped on a red D and she picked up a Dare card. “Kiss the person on your right for two minutes.” She leaned over and gave Will an enthusiastic kiss.

Will spun and landed on a T. “In terms of oral sex, do you a) dislike it, b) like giving it, c) like receiving it, or d) like both giving and receiving it.” Will laughed. “Like isn’t a strong enough word. I love both giving and receiving.”

I spun and landed on a T. “When was the last time you masturbated?” I blushed. “Oh, my, these do get personal!” After a moment’s hesitation, I admitted, “Last night after I got into bed.”

Jo also got a T on her next spin and her card asked her favorite sexual position. She thought a moment and said she preferred to be on top.

Will drew a dare this time and it dared him to French kiss the navel of the person on his left – me – for two minutes. He leaned over and began to slowly and very sensually lick and caress my belly button. It shot sparks all through me. He was mere inches from my groin and I desperately wanted that tongue somewhere else! He stopped and I was shaking as I reached for the spinner.

Dare. “For two minutes, kiss the person on your left while you each caress one another’s chest.” Oh, dear. While I have never been with anyone other than my husband, I had at least fantasized about another man, but never another woman. Jo looked as hesitant as I felt. Remembering what he’d said about the normal seating, this had probably never canlı bahis siteleri come up before. Then I remembered the rules and that you had to at least try.

I scooted over next to Jo and very hesitantly put my arm around her and drew her closer. I closed my eyes and started to kiss her. Very slowly, I reached up to touch her breast. As I gently traced her nipple, I felt her hand touch my own, which were still erect from Will’s assault on my navel. It felt good. Her lips were soft and so were her breasts, but as the kiss and the caresses went on, I could feel myself becoming aroused. The pressure of her lips against mine increased and so did the teasing of my nipple. Her tongue slipped into my mouth just as Will called time. Wow, was all I could think as we moved back apart. I took a heavy drink of my Kahlua as she reached the spinner.

Truth. “On a scale of one to ten, how much did you enjoy the last Dare in which you participated?” Jo turned bright red all the way down to the tops of her breasts as she quietly said “9”. Seems it had the same effect on her.

Will drew another D. “Without using your hands and without contacting any of the principle erogenous zones, arouse the person on your right.”

Will turned to Jo and began kissing his way up the inside of her thigh. Upon nearing the juncture, he lifted her leg and then when across under the buttock to her hip and the up along her side. She was squirming as I called time. There was no doubt she was aroused nor was there any doubt in my mind that I was also very turned on by watching them.

I drew a T. “Does the idea of anal sex turn you off or turn you on?” I thought about it. My husband was very conventional in his lovemaking, and we had never tried anything the slightest bit outrageous. He would caress my butt, but that was all. “I’ve never tried it, so I don’t know how I would feel about it. Provided it didn’t hurt, who knows?”

Jo drew another Dare. “Kiss and caress the chest of the person to your right for three minutes.” Jo leaned over and began to lick and caress my breasts as my eyes fastened on Will’s face. He was rapt in his attention to her activities; his cock was thickening as he grew more aroused. I decided to be a bit wicked and shift my legs, parting them enough that he could see my pussy. His eyes widened. Her mouth felt so good on my nipples, her teeth nipping as she sucked. I was actually getting close to an orgasm when Will said time.

Jo chuckled as she commented, “Looks like someone enjoyed the show” and then laughed at Will’s evident embarrassment. Will spun a landed on T. “What is your favorite precursor for sex?” “Giving a full body massage.”

I immediately imagined his strong hands on my body and shivered. My spin came up Dare. “For three minutes, sit astride the lap of the person on your right while you kiss passionately.” I straddled Will’s legs and we began to kiss. He was as good a kisser as I had ever experienced. His strong hands were on my back and I tangled my hands in his sandy hair. What I did not expect was his rising cock to start pressing against my labia as if seeking entrance. Just a Jo announced time, I was about ready to grant admittance.

Jo landed on another D. “For four minutes, passionately kiss the person on your left while exploring each other’s genitals with your hands.” I was so hot at this point I no longer cared she was another woman. He lips touched mine and her hand very slowly began to trace my lower lips. I plunged my fingers into hers, seeking her clit. As soon as I made contact, she also rushed to mine. We mutually masturbated one another as we kissed and moaned in our rising passion. Once again, Will called time as I neared my peak. For a moment, we were both ignoring him but then he called time louder and we parted.

Will was obviously very aroused. His erection must have been at least ten inches long and perhaps two inches wide. I had never seen such a big one in my life (an easy statement since the only one I had ever seen before was my husband’s and he’s no where near as endowed.) He drew a Dare. “Using lotions, massage the back, buns, and legs of the person on your left.”

He had me lie on my stomach and then spread warm lotion across my back and buns. Seating himself across my thighs, he began to massage the lotion into my shoulders and upper back. With each stroke, his large cock would slide upwards between the cheeks of my ass. God, it felt good! As he worked his way down my back, his cock would travel lower and at one point actually brushed my anus. It was like a giant spark shot through my whole body. Involuntarily I pushed back to press against the head of his cock and could actually feel the anal ring relaxing as the pressure of his glans opened me. But his next stroke of his hands moved him farther away. Now his hands were spreading more lotion on my buns themselves. His hands would slip between my cheeks as they massaged my ass and I would thrill as his fingers would brush my very sensitive anus. He shift around and began to massage my feet, kneeling between my knees and bending one leg up to work. He massaged each toe and then the arch of my foot and then down the calf and behind my knee. Working his way slowly up the thigh, including the inner thigh occasionally brushing the lips of my pussy. All to soon, he was finished.

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The Widow’s Friend

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I’ve always had relationship “issues”. Never really had a relationship last more than a few months and usually saw a couple women at the same time. I guess I’ve just always enjoyed the newness part of relationships…mostly the new sex. I guess that’s why a few of my friends were surprised when I decided to settle down and get married.

I’d like to think when I got married I really thought that would be it, one woman for the rest of my life. It really didn’t take all that long for that theory to go out the window.

Around the time I was getting married, a good buddy of mine, Sam, was killed in Afghanistan. We’d come into the military together and spent most of our time in the same Company. Outside of work, I spent a lot of time with Sam and his wife Jenna. Mostly bar hopping and drinking too much. Usually ending up with Jenna trying to find me a wife and then taking care of our drunk asses.

About the time Sam and Jenna started having kids is when I met my would be wife. Needless to say the bar hopping party days were behind us.

Following Sam’s death, Jenna and I regularly got lunch to catch up on life, kids, and family. It took a while after Sam was killed but eventually Jenna started going out again. About this time, Jenna and I were catching up over lunch when I told her my wife was heading out of town for a business conference.

“Friday night! We’re going out like old times!” Jenna commanded.

“Works for me.” I replied.

Friday afternoon Jenna sent me a text letting me know she had a last minute friend come into town and she’d be joining us.

We decided to meet at Outback for dinner before heading to a small Irish pub where Jenna had been hanging out. I arrived at the restaurant first which is no surprise as Jenna is ALWAYS late. I notice Jenna and her friend as they enter the restaurant and wave them over. The friend is cute! She’s short with some sexy curves, black hair to go along with what I guess to be a Persian heritage. She’s wearing some tight jeans and a sexy purple top.

After a quick hug with Jenna, she introduces me to her friend. “Scott, this is Shelly. Shelly, Scott.”

“Welcome” I said as we shook hands. That’s when I first noticed her eyes. Deep, dark, sexy eyes.

Jenna and Shelly sat down across from me. Turns out Shelly was a 24 year old flight attendant out of Atlanta and was supposed to be in town to meet her boyfriend who was stationed at Bragg. Evidently the boyfriend had found another girl and failed to tell Shelly until after she’d arrived for the weekend. Shelly and Jenna had met through that same boyfriend a while back and hung out a few times so Shelly decided to give Jenna a call in hopes of still having a good weekend.

I tend to be sarcastic smart ass and sometimes that doesn’t come across well with thin-skinned people. Luckily, Shelly was not thin-skinned gave as good as she got. There isn’t much I find more sexy than a sexy lady with a sharp tongue. The three of us ended up having a really great dinner poking fun at each other. I wasn’t sure but throughout the dinner Shelly seemed to shoot me a few extra smiles and sexy glances as we ate. I decided I’d press the issue when we got to the pub.

After we finished eating, I followed the ladies on the short drive over to the pub. I made sure to take a much better look at Shelly’s body as we made our way across the parking lot. Shelly was about 5’4″, 5’5″ had a shapely ass and hips with what looked like a nice set of firm B cup tits. Her hair was now up in a ponytail and showed off a sexy neckline. Shelly have me a very sly smile as I held the door for the ladies as we entered the pub. Pretty sure she noticed my güvenilir bahis staring.

The pub was smaller than it looked from the outside. It was decorated like the average Irish pub with a lot of Irish flags, Irish colors, and four leaf clovers. There was a cover band playing at the far end with the bar set up along the left side. It was still a little early so we were able to find an open table at the near end of bar where it wasn’t nearly as loud.

I told the ladies I had the first round and asked what they wanted. “I’ll take a water so I’m hydrated enough to take care of your dumbass later.” came Jenna’s reply.

“Guinness” Shelly said matter-of-factly.

“Nice choice. Be right back.” I said. I returned a few minutes later to find Jenna had run off to say hi to some friends so I set her water on the table and handed Shelly her beer.

“Thanks!” Shelly said as she took a swing of her beer.

“Just glad you picked a good beer.” I said.

“Yeah, well were doing shots when I buy the next round.” Shelly informed me.

“Hey now. Don’t be thinking you can get me drunk and take advantage of me.” I replied.

“Well I do what I want so…” came her response as she stared at me with those sexy eyes, smiled, and took another long drink of her beer.

I guess my impressions at dinner weren’t off the mark! I just shook my head and drank most of the rest of me beer while I stared back.

About this time Jenna made her way back to the table. We chatted for a bit longer as Shelly and I finished our beers.

“Be right back.” Shelly stated as she turned for the bar.

She returned shortly holding 4 shot glasses filled with tequila. “Drink up, Bitch.” She said as she placed two of the shots in front of me. Jenna thought this was hilarious as she knew I hated tequila.

“I don’t like you right now.” I told Shelly as I downed the first shot followed quickly the second and then a chaser of Jenna’s water.

Shelly just stared at me with what I could only take as the “I want to fuck you” look in her eyes as she downed her shots. I’d had a pretty good erection up until this point but holy fuck did that look make me hard!

“Guess it’s my turn.” I said as I turned for the bar to get a couple more Guinness.

When I returned, Jenna had wondered off again. “Are you aware of how fucking hot you are?” I said as I handed Shelly her beer.

“I try. I’m just glad the feeling is mutual.” She teased.

Our back and forth banter continued for another hour or so while we worked our way through a few more rounds. Jenna bounced around the bar talking to a variety of people occasionally swinging by the table to check on us.

Eventually, Jenna came back to see if we were ready to go so she could get the babysitter home before it was too late. Shelly and I had no objection as we were both wanting to get to a more private location.

We made our way out to Jenna’s car where I sat in the passenger seat and Shelly sat behind me. Shelly wasted no time reaching around the right side of my seat to rub my arm on the way home. You wouldn’t think that would be all that erotic but considering it was the first of any sustained contact, it was hot as fuck.

We made it back to Jenna’s house before too long. As we entered the house, Jenna went to wake the sitter to take her home and I headed to the bathroom to offload some of the alcohol I’d had earlier. I came out to an empty living room so I had a seat on the couch and turned the TV on. Shortly after, Shelly appeared in scrub pants and a t-shirt and sat on the other end of the couch from me. We waited and watched TV while Jenna checked on the kids. It wasn’t long türkçe bahis before Jenna left to take the sitter home.

As soon we heard the garage door shut, Shelly laid across the couch on her right side, putting her head in my lap. I reached over to start massaging her hip and thigh. She moaned in approval so I worked my hand down to her stomach, underneath her shirt. Shelly quickly changed to laying on her back. I continued to rub her stomach, slowly moving my hand south. Shelly slid her right leg over so it was hanging over the edge of the couch as my hand made it’s way between her legs, gently rubbing pussy her lips through her scrub bottoms. Shelly reached down, untied her scrubs, and slid them down to her knees.

I could feel how moist she was through her scrub bottoms but when I started rubbing those bare lips her juices started flowing! As I slowly slid a finger inside her, shelly moaned loudly, arching her back in approval. I could see how wet she was as I worked my finger in and out of her and just had to taste her.

I slid my legs out from under her head while I leaned down trading my hand for my mouth. I layed on my left side kind of wedging myself between Shelly and the back of the couch and used my right hand to spread those gorgeous, wet lips while I flicked her clit with my tongue. After running my tongue up and down her pussy a few times, I felt Shelly start to undo my belt and pants freeing my rock hard cock. I continued to slowly slide my finger in and out of Shelly while I watched as she took my in her mouth. God her mouth felt good!

We were just starting to get into a rhythm when we heard the garage door start to open as Jenna was pulling into the garage. We quickly pulled up our pants and sat back at opposite ends of the couch. Jenna came in a laid down on the other couch. We all chatted for a bit while we watched some cooking show. Jenna was soon fast asleep. I was supposed to be sleeping in the bonus room upstairs so I whispered to Shelly to follow me up there a few minutes after I went up.

The bonus room was a fair sized room with just a queen sized bed and night stand. I quickly got naked and laid on the bed waiting for Shelly. It wasn’t long before she made her way up the stairs. She made her way over to the bed with a big, sexy smile on her face. She climbed on top of me, crawling up so we were face to face. We spent a minute or so in a hot makeout session before I rolled her onto her back and pulled off her scrub bottoms exposing that delicious pussy. Shelly’s legs were hanging over the edge of the bed so I sat on the floor and proceeded to run my tongue up and down her pussy. Now that we were away from Jenna, Shelly was noticeably louder. I looked up just in time to see her pull her shirt up over her head allowing be to see her breasts for the first time. They were nice firm looking B/C cups with big erect nipples. I watched as she played with her nipples in rhythm to me licking and sucking on her swollen clit.

“Fuck, you taste good” I said.

“God, you’re good at that” Was her reply .

I spent the next couple minutes slowly running my tongue up and down her wet lips, moving my tongue deeper with each stroke, pausing at the top to give her clit the attention it deserved. It was impressive how much wetter Shelly became over those few minutes.

“Fuck me. I need you inside me now.” Shelly begged.

I looked up to see her watching me eat her wet pussy, resting on one elbow while still working her nipples. “Not until you cum.” I replied with a grin.

The glare I got in return was a mix of “I will cut you” and “holy fuck that’s hot”. As Shelly laid her head back on the bed, I slid güvenilir bahis siteleri a finger inside her.

“Oh fuck yes!” Shelly let out as I started massaging her G-spot in rhythm to sucking on her clit.

Her breathing really started to pick up as her moaning got louder. Shelly reached down and grabbed my head, forcing my face hard into her pussy. I pushed my finger as far in as I could in unison. Evidently, that was the tipping point for Shelly.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” Shelly cried. I, of course, hardly heard this due to her legs closing tightly around my head. To this day, it was probably the longest orgasm I’ve ever given. Shelly bucked and heaved with my head between her legs as I continued to work my finger on her G-spot, my face getting covered as the juices flowed from her sweet, wet pussy.

Finally, her legs relaxed from around my head and her hand that had been holding my face so hard against her pussy was now pushing me away as the over-sensation set in. As I got up from between her legs, I took in how incredibly sexy she was laying there recovering from her orgasm. One hand on her stomach, rising and falling with each breath, the other stretched over her head, eyes closed.

“My god, I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. That was incredible.”

“It was pretty fucking hot. Glad you enjoyed it” I replied as I leaned in to kiss her.

Shelly eagerly kissed me back, obviously enjoying tasting herself. I felt her reach down and start stroking my rock hard cock, guiding it to her pussy as we continued kissing.

“Oh fuck!” I let out as I pushed deep inside her wet, tight pussy. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to last long in that position. “Damn you feel incredible! I’m not lasting long like this.” I said as I slip out of her and laid on my back on the bed.

Shelly eagerly climbed on top of me, quickly lowering herself on my cock. Once I was buried inside her, Shelly started rocking back and forth, her hands on my chest. Fuck she felt good slowly grinding on my cock. I reached up with both hands, rolling and pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

Shelly must have realized her hair was hanging in my face because she leaned back and used a hair tie to put it a ponytail. Fuck she looked hot grinding my cock while putting her hair up!

As soon as she finished with her ponytail, Shelly really picked up the pace starting to ride me as she leaned back with her hands on my legs behind her. I had never had a woman ride me like that before. Her head was back, tits thrust up in the air, bouncing in rhythm. I’m pretty sure I would’ve cum right then if she hadn’t beat me to it. Shelly suddenly leaned forward over me, hands grabbing the headboard above me, her body convulsing around my cock.

As her orgasm subsided, Shelly collapsed on my chest, breathing heavy. “I want another one of those!” She said as she started riding me again.

“Better not take long as I’m not going to make it much longer.”

She just grinned at me as she continued riding me, ponytail and tits bouncing everywhere. Fuck she felt good! I knew I was approaching the point of no return so I reached down and grabbed Shelly’s tight little ass, held her up, and started fucking her hard from below. Evidently that hit the spot for her as well as Shelly again grabbed the headboard as I felt her whole body contract, her pussy squeezing tight around my cock sending me over the edge. I exploded deep inside Shelly, shooting load after load into her wet pussy as it continued to squeeze my cock.

We laid there for a bit before Shelly got up, got dressed, and headed downstairs. I’m pretty sure I was asleep before she got to the bottom of the stairs. We all got breakfast in the morning like nothing happened. I’d like to say we exchanged numbers and fucked each others brains out whenever she was in town but truth is…we didn’t and I never saw her again.

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The Third Date

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Paul had been impatiently waiting and fantasizing about tonight. He and Alison had met a week ago, hitting it off immediately. Their conversation had been so free flowing and exciting. They hadn’t broached the subject of sex yet but after two dates and a goodnight kiss that had left him speechless, he was definitely anticipating the experience.

Alison was busy getting ready for their date, picking out the clothes she knew would have the desired effect on Paul’s libido. She had been thinking about jumping his bones from the first date, but was playing it cautious to make sure he was actually somebody she wanted to have a relationship with. She had made her decision and was now putting her plan of seduction into action.

The door bell rang and interrupted her train of thought. Was it Paul already? Crap, she was fluctuating between throwing her dress on or putting on a robe to answer the door. She could already feel the lust building. The bell rang a second time. Throwing all pretense to the wind, she dashed from the bedroom to the front door, pulling it open, grabbing his arm, and pulling him into the room with a powerful tug. The door slammed shut seemingly of its own accord, her low backward kick was so well placed. She looked into his eyes and saw them change from stark surprise, to animal need.

He entwined his hand in the back of her hair and pulled her lips to his; not brutally but not gently either. Their lips parted and they felt the melding of their saliva into an erotica lubricant. Their tongues met illegal bahis and danced to the increasing beat of their hearts. She pulled at his belt and unbuckled it with deft ease, taking hold of the top of his pants. They moved together and were both breathing hard and fast. She managed to get his pants down and stuck her hand inside his underwear, putting her hand around his hardened shaft. It throbbed in her hand as more and more blood engorged it. He shivered and let out a guttural moan as the sensation of her hand around his cock lit every nerve fiber in his being.

He pulled her bra up over her breasts and pulled down her panties. Paul cupped each ample and well formed breast. With his thumbs he stroked her erect nipples, sending charges of electric fire down to her loins. She could feel the heat and pulsating tingle of her vagina as every nerve fiber became supercharged. One hand went to her mound and he stroked it with two fingers. She arched up into his hand and he felt his fingers slide over her wet lips. She made a low purring sound and began stroking his cock slowly.

They were both pulling at his clothes to get them off in the fastest way possible. He picked her up and she clamped her legs around him, pressing her quivering cunt against his pulsating penis. He walked her into the bedroom and sat at the end of it, laying back with her on top of him. Again they kissed; their tongues exploring the recesses beyond their lips. She dry humped him savagely, lubricating his member with the juices of her enflamed illegal bahis siteleri pussy. She slid her mound down his leg as she lowered her body enough to suck on his nipples. He arched upward and tensed from the sensations. “Oh my god”, he exclaimed, “I’ve never had that before”.

“Have you been living in a convent?” she quipped, as she moved to the other nipple. They both chuckled, not losing any of their sexual fervor. Satisfied by another arch of his pelvis, she turned herself around, pointing her twat in his face and taking in a mouthful of his penis. He grabbed the sides of her hips and directed her wet cooter to his lips. He rubbed the outside of her vaginal area with his lips, using a light touch. He felt the shock waves go through her and vibrate her teeth, which were pressed lightly around his cock. After a few strokes, she stopped and brought her head up, watching the throbbing of his ample dick.

He was using his tongue to go up and down her slit while making circle motions with is oral love muscle. Her head rocked back and she thrust her steaming oyster into his face and began moving her pelvis in time with his tongues meanderings. The tension was rapidly growing within her, needing to be released. She moved faster against his face, getting him wet from forehead to chin. She was gratified to find that he could still breath and lick pussy at the same time; his tongue keeping perfect time and changing pressure; to match her rising tempest. Momentarily she stopped as the spring within tightened canlı bahis siteleri to its maximum, and then began bucking wildly as the coil released and she rode the waves of orgasm as they diminished to a floating sensation of contentment. She looked down at his still pumped piston. Alison moved around and pulled his penis into her freshly erupted volcano.

As he felt his cock slide between her pussy lips and embed itself deeply in her love canal, he bit his lip to keep from getting too aroused too quickly. She sat atop him motionless, letting him get used to being inside her. Seeing him settle in, she moved up and down slowly, gauging the level of his ardor. They both settled into a rhythm; moving up, down, then around and around in a synchronized motion. Both engines of lust were in perfect tune, with each other; rising higher and higher in pitch, springs tightening and trigger cocking.

They were riding the edge together. The muscles in the walls of her vagina were contracting with each stroke and she could feel every vein pulsing in his penis as it seemingly took on more blood, to magnify its already admirable size. He knew they were both about to reach the peak. He reached around and lubricated his middle finger with her juices, rubbing her clitoris which was extended and engorged. As the coil tightened and trigger hit maximum pull, he stuck his wet finger in her ass and was greeted with a savage scream of pleasure as she gushed forth in unison with the pumping release of his juices, to mingle with hers. After squeezing all the pleasure out of their orgasm they could, she lay on top of him. He put his arms around her, saying, “I don’t know what got into you today, but I really like it”.

She smiled and returned, “I’ve been reading all day”.

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The Stone

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What the hell was I thinking? This had to be the craziest thing I’d done in a very long time. I could stop; should stop. Yes, I should just turn around and go home and yet I kept on driving. A few minutes later I was questioning my sanity once again. Why had I agreed to this? No, be honest, why had I offered this? Pursued it even. At the time it seemed like a perfectly rational offer, though a little offbeat. Now that the moment was at hand, however, I was having second thoughts. The whole thing had just mushroomed out of proportion to the original idea.

Late night movies from the 1940’s where women lovingly watch their men go off to war had provided the impetus. Granted we weren’t at war… yet but I knew it would happen eventually. And Tom couldn’t really be called my man either. But over the months that we had chatted via the Internet and the phone, he had become such an integral part of my life, that I felt that there was a very small piece of him that did belong to me.

So when he told me that his military reserve unit was being deployed on a temporary training mission, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’d spent 12 year in the military and could read the signs. Yes, they might be calling this a training mission but I recognized it for what it was… a prelude to the unit being called to active duty. That fact scared me and spurred me into action.

I wanted to do something to help insure that Tom stayed safe while he was gone and that he returned unharmed to his friends, family and job. After a bit of thought I came up with the idea of giving him a talisman, something small and innocuous that he could keep with him. It didn’t take long to make one, just a small stone charged with all the power I could personally summon and blessed by the four guardians of the elements. Then came the interesting part.

Believing that our desire to protect the ones we love comes from the heart chakra, I chose to keep the stone next to my heart until we could meet in person and I could give it to him. The only way I could accommodate that was to keep it tucked inside my bra, under my left breast. Since it was a small stone, it wasn’t really uncomfortable, unless I wanted to sleep on my stomach but that was easily remedied by simply choosing not to do it.

And this is what led me to the point where I was seriously questioning my sanity. For all the romance and fantasy that surrounded this, the sober truth was that I was about to meet a complete stranger for dinner and… well, there was the problem. I had no idea what would happen after the meal was consumed. I knew he had a hotel room reserved but I wasn’t sure just what that meant. Did he expect me to spend the night with him? We’d developed a rather intense online flirtation, occasionally bordering on cybersex. If he did expect me to spend the night, did he think I could/would actually do all the things I’d sort of fantasized out loud about to him? Oh dear, I’d really put my foot in it this time.

We were meeting for dinner at the hotel’s restaurant; a rather upscale place known for it’s fine cuisine and excellent service. I’d never eaten there before. I tend to go for more casual dining. But Tom had been there once and was very impressed. He said I’d like it and I was willing to give it a try. So not only was I meeting a stranger, I was doing it without my familiar ‘armor’ of jeans and a T-shirt.

Dressing up is not a completely foreign concept to me but I always felt like I wasn’t in my own skin when I did it. However, in honor of the occasion, I put on a knee length black skirt and a semi-sheer off white poets blouse. It was cut in a deep v-neckline that was trimmed with a ruffle. Underneath, I wore an ivory lace bra that actually gave me a hint of cleavage and matching lacey panties. I debated whether or not to put on pantyhose and finally decided that my legs looked good enough bare to go without them and that I could just slip on a pair of strappy sandals and thank providence that I’d had a pedicure earlier in the week.

So there I was, parking my car near the entrance to the restaurant, looking for Tom. I’d seen him via his web cam so I knew what he looked like and he’d also told me what kind of car he’d be driving. Within seconds I spotted him and nearly gasped. I thought I was prepared for this moment. After all, I was no ingenue. I’d been around long enough not to be impressed by just a pretty face. This however, was something I was not prepared for. The images I’d seen via the Internet didn’t do him justice. I expected to see a nice looking man but I didn’t expect him to be so devastatingly handsome.

Swallowing nervously, I got out of my car and walked towards him. A big grin sliced across his face and suddenly I felt much more at ease. The anxiety that had consumed me earlier simply melted away in the warmth of his smile and I felt my arms reach out to greet him with a hug. I really don’t know what came over me as I rarely initiate a hug, especially strangers güvenilir bahis without their permission. Yet there I stood, locked in the warm embrace of this impossibly attractive man and it felt so good.

After a few seconds we parted, said our hellos, inquired about each other’s health and made a variety of small talk as we walked into the restaurant. The hostess seated us immediately and suddenly I began to feel tongue-tied. I had feared this would happen. For all my glib and flirtatious ways online, the truth is that when it comes to one-on-one encounters, I’m really very introverted. Tom, however, was prepared for my shyness and managed to introduce topics of conversation that were easy to comment on until I could regain my equilibrium.

I turned my attention to the menu. Since I hadn’t been here before, the selections were completely unfamiliar to me and I knew I would have to rely heavily on his guidance. My experience with French cuisine was pretty much limited to frozen Chicken Cordon Bleu and chocolate mousse and so I told him what kinds of foods I liked and disliked and let him order for me, praying that this would work… and it did.

I couldn’t find fault with anything he ordered. Steak Diane, herb and garlic-roasted potatoes and snap peas all delighted my palate. Though I don’t normally drink a lot of wine, he chose a bottle from a local vineyard and I had to agree it was excellent. All in all a wonderful dinner with sparkling conversation. We split a dish of bananas foster for dessert, taking turns feeding each other in a fashion normally reserved for two people who are a lot more intimate with each other than we were.

It was while watching him nibble a bite of torte from the fork that I felt the butterflies in my stomach take flight again. Just looking at him I could tell that he had a really talented mouth and could probably cause the most delicious sensations with it. And then I thought about the stone in my bra, the talisman that would keep him safe and reminded myself of the reason I was here. It wasn’t to have hot wild sex. It was to do a favor for a friend.

But when dinner ended, I was reluctant to end our evening together and it was obvious that he was too. After a brief, marginally uncomfortable silence he finally made an offer.

“Look, I’ve got something like half a dozen movie channels on the TV in my room plus pay-per-view. Would you like to go back and watch something with me?”

I thought about it for a moment. What could it hurt to spend a couple of hours watching a movie? I knew from our sometimes lengthy chats that we had very similar tastes in films so it wasn’t unlikely that we’d be able to find something that suited us both.

“Sure, that’d be nice.”

He paid the check and led me back to his room. I was surprised to find that he had a suite. In the first place, I was completely unaware that this hotel even had them, and I certainly didn’t expect the military to spring for such nice accommodations. But once I got over my shock, I quickly settled in on the sofa and waited for him to join me. He grabbed the remote control and the channel guide and we began to look through the selections before finally settling on a drama that we’d both missed on the big screen despite it getting rave reviews.

About 30 minutes into the movie, I began yawning broadly. It was nowhere near the time I normally go to bed and the movie was far from boring. I assumed it must be the wine that had affected me as I rarely drink the stuff and never in the quantity I’d consumed tonight. Earlier, Tom had put his arm around me and I’d snuggled close to him. Now he subtly guided me so that I was lying down on my side with my head in his lap.

While a part of me appreciated being able to lie down, since that’s the way I often watch TV at home, the intimacy of the position was disconcerting. I had difficulty getting past the fact that his cock was just behind my head… even if it was behind his pants and underwear. He left his arm resting across the back of the sofa and made no effort to touch me at all so I relaxed and let the drama on the screen transport me to another time and place.

I became so wrapped up in the story that I didn’t notice at first that Tom had started to stroke my hair. It was the lightest of caresses, barely touching me at first and then there was more feeling behind it. Occasionally he would twirl a lock around his index finger and then let it slide off. I smiled and tried to stifle a sigh. I know I had never told him how much I love to have my hair played with and yet he was doing something that I really loved.

I felt his left hand on my shoulder and didn’t think much about it. The back of the sofa was rather high and it was probably uncomfortable for him to put his arm up there. And since he hadn’t made any moves on me that would be considered truly inappropriate, I didn’t feel like I had anything to worry about. All in all, he’d been very kind and considerate, as if he’d sensed türkçe bahis that I was nervous about our meeting.

As the closing credits to the movie closed I felt his hand begin to move. At first I wasn’t concerned. And then I realized that he was reaching for my breasts, his hand aiming for the bottom of the deep V neckline of my blouse. Just as his fingertips made contact with my skin, I put my hand over his and gently stopped him.

“Where ya goin’, sport?”

“I just thought I’d try to find that little talisman you said you were making me.”

I had to make a decision quickly. I knew that if I let him search for the stone, it would be just the first step down that infamous slippery slope. Did I really want to let that happen?

He chose that moment to move his hand upward in a caress that graced the top of my breast, my collarbone and my neck and in that moment I made my decision. I recalled a conversation where he said he wasn’t into coercion, just mutually enthusiastic fun. By taking his hand away from where it had been, I knew he was giving me a way out if I wanted it. The gesture touched me deeply and the last of my doubts melted away.

“It’s under my left breast, near the center of the bra,” I instructed as I moved my hand so that it was at my side and out of his way. Then I rolled slightly so that I was, more or less, on my back and able to look up at him.

That marvelous grin broke out over his face again and I had to respond in kind. I’d never realized it before but his smile was truly infectious, you couldn’t help but smile back when you saw it. I kept my eyes fixed on his face as he lightly and tenderly stroked my right breast through the fabric of my shirt and bra, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t searching where I told him to look.

“Uh, Tom, you do know your left from your right, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Well, my left and right are the same as yours and yet you’re fondling my right breast.”

He feigned a look of innocence. “So I am.”

“Not that I mind, you know, but that’s not going to get you what you’re looking for.”

He leaned forward slightly and looked directly into my face. Mischief sparkled behind those brown eyes and I suspected I knew what was coming.

“Are you sure it isn’t? Maybe it is and you don’t even know it.”

The thought crossed my mind that the only thing it was going to get was me… hot, wet and wanting and that may be exactly what he really was looking for.

“Well then, uh, carry on.”

He grinned and continued touching me with feather-light caresses across my breasts. My nipples reacted immediately, turning to tight knots of flesh. Then I felt an electric tingle race down my body and explode in my cunt causing me to get even wetter. A soft sigh that turned into a low moan escaped my lips and I squirmed in delight.

My reaction only caused him to smile even more as he continued his assault on me. I couldn’t believe the amount of moisture that was building up between my legs and I knew that if he didn’t stop, I was going to have to do something completely uncharacteristic in order to get relief.

“Oh God, Tom do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“I sure do,” he responded leering at me in a comically obscene fashion. “I told you once that I thought we could have some fun if we ever got together. Well, here we are so let’s have some fun.”

A half growl, half groan indicated my assent and I reached up to pull him closer to me. He didn’t resist but instead leaned in a planted a soft sweet kiss on me, tracing the perimeter of my mouth with his tongue. Then he sensuously sucked my lower lip into his mouth and I thought I was going to just die from the pleasure it brought me.

“Aaaaaaaahhhh,” I sighed, closing my eyes and releasing my inhibitions to the delicious feelings he had aroused in me.

My back arched pushing my breasts higher and more firmly into his touch. He responded by pinching and pulling on my nipples and using the fabric of my bra to stimulate me even more. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I sat up quickly, almost bumping him in the head. I could see the quizzical look on his face, as it appeared I was leaving his warm yet loose embrace.

When I turned around and sat on his lap, straddling his legs, however, he grinned even more broadly than before. I’m sure that he must have been able to feel the heat emanating from my crotch even through the panties I was wearing. In fact, I could feel the wetness he’d created pooling in them and wondered if he could too.

He kissed me again in that same delicious fashion and pulled me close to him. “Do you remember the night we chatted after you had that bad scene with your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yes,” I responded hesitantly, not sure where he was going with this.

“And do you remember how I told you that if you gave me that gift that I would honor and treasure it.”

“Yes.”

The light bulb went on over my head and I backed güvenilir bahis siteleri away from him until my feet were on the floor again. For a moment I stood and took a deep breath to remind myself of the gravity of the situation I was about to enter into. Then I knelt at his feet, my hands clasped behind my back and my head forward but eyes downcast.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I complied and looked up at him. The grin was gone but he didn’t look angry, only thoughtful and contemplative. I don’t know what expression was on my face but I know I was just a bit scared and hoped it didn’t show.

“Do you understand what I’m asking of you tonight?”

I swallowed nervously even though I could feel my mouth going dry. “Tom, tonight I offer myself to you as your sexual slave. You may do with me what you like. And in the morning we part company still as friends.”

“I’m going to push your limits, Lindsey. You can count on that. But I won’t hurt you in anyway that won’t ultimately bring you pleasure. Do you believe me?”

Amazingly enough, I did. After all the conversations we’d had both online and on the phone, I felt like I knew him well enough to trust him and to take him at his word. “Yes, sir, I believe you.”

“Then stand up and take off your clothes.” My face flushed scarlet. I really don’t know what I was thinking. After all, it was going to be difficult to have sex without eventually getting naked. Somehow I guess I hoped it was something that could be done with the lights out and his eyes closed. I don’t have a great body and I’m not just being modest. Weird hormones (according to the doctor) and my own laziness had combined to leave me with a thick waist and a generously sized butt. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the extra large breasts that plus sized women often have to balance the shape. Tom was apparently annoyed at my lack of instantaneous compliance for he swatted me hard on the hip.

“Lindsey, I gave you an order. I expect it to be obeyed.”

I knew better than to argue. I had just offered myself to him so I had to do as he wished or else I had to leave. After having seen him on his webcam, I was too curious to see if his cock was as big as I thought it was, or if it was just the angle of the lens. So without delaying any further I stood up and pulled my blouse off over my head, then I slid my skirt down over my hips to the floor and stepped out of it. I was still wearing my sandals, bra and panties when Tom stopped me from undressing any further.

“I believe you have something in here that belongs to me,” he said as he grabbed my left breast and squeezed it hard.

“Your stone, sir,” I replied as I started to retrieve it.

His hand clamped on my wrist like a vise and I cried out, as much from the shock as from any pain.

“That’s my stone and I will be the one to remove it “

Something in his voice hit that spot in my spine that instantly turns me to mush. Usually he had a soft and very seductive voice. I’d never heard him speak so forcefully before and it excited and aroused me.

“As you wish,” and I instantly moved to take my hand away.

Tom, however, had other ideas and didn’t release my wrist. Instead he turned me and pinned my arm behind my back. He didn’t hold it up so high that it hurt but it reinforced who was in charge. Then he pushed me forward and steered me into the bedroom. With a rough shove he pushed me, face first, onto the king-size bed. I managed to catch myself so that I didn’t injure anything but I knew better than to move from this position.

His hands grabbed at the back of my bra and for a moment I was afraid he might be about to tear it off me. I felt him unfasten the hooks and then he grabbed my shoulder to pull me over onto my back. He leaned in closely then leered at me in an almost obscene fashion and I began to seriously worry about what I had agreed to. He said he liked to take a dominant role but during all our conversations there was never even a hint that he could be cruel.

His evil grin moved lower and he bit my right breast and then my left; not so hard that it would cause damage but it definitely got my attention. Then I felt him lift the bra with his teeth and when his face appeared in front of mine again, he held the stone with his lips. The image was comical enough that I nearly burst out laughing, but something told me that my sense of whimsy would not be appreciated and I remained silent.

“Is this what you brought to offer me?” he asked after taking it from his mouth.

Somehow I sensed this was a trick question and considered my answer carefully.

“This is what I brought to keep you safe. It has been blessed by the four guardians, the overseers of the elements of fire, water, air and land to keep you safe from harm that would be transmitted in any of those ways. It’s also charged with all the positive energy I possess and it is given to you willingly and without reservation as I now give myself to you willingly and without reservation.”

He leaned forward and planted a long, deep, wet passionate kiss on my mouth. His lips and tongue were quite skilled and electrified me more than any kiss ever had before and soon I was squirming on the bed.

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The Two of Us

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Part I – need to recreate

It’s Friday night and I am finally flying down to see you. I wish I could have taken today as well as Monday off, but that just wasn’t possible. Between your work schedule and the things I really needed to take care of at home, flying out on a Friday night was the best possible solution. I just hope that you were able to set things up as I requested.

The flight was uneventful except for the very nice looking man sitting next to me. Since I did dress to hopefully have some fun (skirt that hit around the knees, no panties), I decided to see what would happen if I made a couple of moves. The first thing I did was get up and go to the bathroom. After peeing, I decided to jill myself so that I would be nice and wet and have that wonderful faint aroma of a bitch in heat.

As I got back to my seat (next to the window, of course) I faltered a bit and naturally his hand went up to balance me. Can you tell if a woman is wearing panties from that sort of touch? One thing I didn’t do was to give him a look of ‘how dare you’. If anything, I paused a bit before moving on to my seat. As I sat down, I made sure that the back of my skirt was up so that my bare ass was now directly on the seat. In doing this, my skirt rode up a bit on the top of my thighs and more than bit on the sides. I also parted my legs a bit so that is was lightly touching his left leg with my right leg. He happened to be reading the paper and instead of folding it along the vertical fold, he kept it wide open. If, as I was hoping, he wanted to make a move, he was now blocked from view of the people across the aisle.

To get things moving, I slid my left had somewhat surreptitiously under my skirt and finger tipped my pussy. By now I was sure the whole plane could smell my sexual odor. I closed my eyes and soon, I felt his hand on my other thigh. To encourage him, I moved my right leg more and was now fully engaging his leg in a leg-to-leg rub. As soon as I felt his fingers on my pussy, I removed my own and brought them to my mouth. As is did this, I turned and faced him and winked. That’s all it took and soon he was finger fucking me. I slid my hand to his now bulging cock and rubbed him through the layers of his slacks and shorts.

He soon had me cumming and he wasn’t that far behind. Shortly after that we landed and I was on my way to you with a good story.

As previously arranged, I got my luggage and got a cab to your house. I was already starting to plan how I would enter your bedroom. I given you a call and tell you that I am on my way. I ask you if you are naked and if your cock is getting hard. I tell you that I am very wet and ready for you. When the cab pulls up to your door, I quickly pay him and all but run to it. I quickly enter (as we agreed, you would leave it unlocked) and then securely lock it. I put my suitcase off to the side and started to strip. As I was doing this, I noticed that you had followed the instructions I sent you. Candles were lighting the way to your bedroom.

As I enter, you are lying on your bed, gently stroking your cock. A bottle of wine and 2 glasses are waiting. I quickly pour us each and glass and go over to the bed. Before giving you your glass, I kiss you, softly and tenderly. I tell you how much I have looked forward to this. We toast each other and take a sip of wine and kiss again. I take your glass from you and set both our glasses down and I start to kiss you in earnest. I kiss your eyes, ears, nose, cheeks, neck, and shoulders and go back to your lips. Then I start to kiss my way down your body. I zigzag my way down, from one shoulder to the other, then one nipple to the other. I move lower, my main target is your cock.

As I make my way down to your cock, I keep one hand on your nipples. I am so glad that they are sensitive. Not all men have sensitive nipples. Playing with yours makes your cock harder.

My other hand gently massages your smooth, freshly shaven balls. A gentle caress. Have I told you how much I love to play with your balls? I use the tips of my nails and gently run them all over your balls and up the shaft of your cock as I kiss and lick my way down to them.

As I get closer, I take a detour. I kiss your groin area and circle around. I kiss and lick your upper thigh area, my hair brushing your cock and balls. You moan. You want my mouth on your genitals. I am driving your crazy and you are fidgeting.

“You know,” I say to you, “I should have brought my soft restraints with me. Then what would you have done with your legs splayed and tied down and your arms tied above your head?”

“Just a minute,” you say. You go and get four ties. “Tie me up now.”

Can it be possible? Is your cock getting even harder as I tie your arms and legs down? I hurry as I also notice that some good pre-cum is escaping and landing on your abdomen.

You are in four-point restraint and I return to what I was doing. First, I quickly lick up the pre-cum and keeping it on my tongue and I share it with you.

Leaving güvenilir bahis your mouth (which is hard to do as I could kiss you for hours), I take the same path as I did earlier and once again suck on your nipples. This time, however, I am straddling you and position my pussy to rest on the shaft of your cock. I reach down between our bodies and make sure your cock is between my labia. I take this time to give your balls a little massage.

After a few minutes of this, I start to once again to kiss and lick my way down to your groin area. I keep one hand busy with your nipples and, as I slowly move my pussy away from your cock and slide down a leg, I move my other hand to your balls and fondle them.

I kiss and lick around your groin area as before, but this time I am quicker. As much as you want me to suck your cock, I also want to suck it. But first, I must take care of your balls. So instead of working from the top of your cock down, I work from your balls up.

I gently take your balls in my mouth and suck on them. One side and then the other and then plant little kisses all over them before sucking on them again. Unfortunately, I must remove my hand from your nipples. However, I do lick my fingers and start to ease my middle finger into your ass. Can you stand it?

I know you can’t and that makes me want to tease you more. I plant little kisses on your groin area again. When I come back around to your balls, I suck them into my mouth briefly and then kiss them and, as something a little different, I kiss my way up the shaft of your cock. No licking, no sucking, just light, gentle, kisses with my lips slightly parted and soft. I spend a few minutes just kissing the shaft of your cock. Because you are once again dripping pre-cum, I do take my tongue and lap it up and this time I don’t share. I want to stay where I am.

You are moaning more insistently. I tease you a bit more and then I suddenly take your cock deep into my mouth. You feel that the head of your cock has touched the back of my throat. I love the taste of your cock and I moan as I suck it and lick it.

I continue to savor your cock and you writhe on the bed. I want you to eat my pussy but I will need to untie your hands to you can use your fingers on me. I swallow you deep again before quickly moving up to untie your hands. Once that is done and move and straddle your head and go back to sucking on your cock.

“Eat my pussy,” I tell you just before I take your cock back into my mouth. “Use your fingers on my pussy and ass.”

First, you pull me down to your mouth and drive me crazy using your tongue and mouth all over my pussy. You don’t settle to one area. You know how hot and turned on this makes me.

“Please!!” I beg you, “suck my clit, tongue my cunt, use your fingers!!! You are driving me crazy!!!”

You just laugh, but you do settle down and thoroughly pleasure my pussy. You suck my clit like it was my nipple, then you use your tongue and explore every mm of my pussy. You start with one finger but finally get 3 fingers in my pussy. With your other hand you play with my ass eventually getting 2 finger is my ass. Not to be out done in that arena, I also maneuver a second finger inside your ass.

I start moaning and moving around on your face. I begin to have some tiny orgasms. I have your remove your fingers from my pussy (don’t you dare remove them from my ass) and start concentrating on my cunt opening. I stiffen and close my legs around your head and release my cum in a big orgasm (like the one I had for you on the phone). Afterwards I continue to have mini orgasms.

Would you now like to fuck my pussy?

So you say you want to fuck my pussy. What about my ass? Would you like to fuck that as well? I’m sure you would.

As much as I dislike doing this, I disengage my mouth from your cock and my pussy from your mouth. I slide down your body and untie your feet. As much fun as it would be to just straddle your cock and impale myself on it, I want to be able to change positions and we can’t do that if you are still tied up.

I flip over onto my back. Missionary is still the best way to start. I like it because once you enter me you can stretch out on me and suck on my tits and then we can hold each other and hug and kiss as you slowly move your cock inside me.

As the passion increases we change to doggy style. This way you can grip my hips and ram your cock deep inside my pussy. Do I want you to do this? You bet I do. It is so very easy to go from slow, languid sex to pure, lustful animal sex. Since we are both so very horny, the switch to animal sex is easy.

“Fuck me!!” I tell you. “Ram that cock deep inside my pussy!!! Spank me!!!”

You have never spanked me, worried that you might hurt me, but I tell you how do it with your hand slightly cupped. The sound is loud, but it hurt like it would with your hand flat.

Your cock goes so deep inside me. It feels so good. I bring my knees closer together and cross my feet at the ankles. My türkçe bahis pussy feels tighter around your cock. I slowly start to stretch out, taking you with me. In this position, you cockhead hits an area of my pussy that is incredible. It also feels good to you. As we are in this position, you plant kisses on my shoulders, neck and uppe back. A little ploy to slow things down a little, to make it last as long as possible. Then we pick up speed again.

We switch to lying on our sides, facing each other. This scissor position. Good thing your cock is the size it is. This position doesn’t work very well with a short one. While in this position, we not only kiss each other’s mouth, we make minor adjustments and suck on each other’s nipples. I also reach down and massage your balls and you reach down and rub my clit.

“Oh, God, fuck me!!! Fuck me hard and deep!!” My breath is ragged. You turn me on so much.

We switch again. You are on you knees and I am on my back but I raise my hips up. The yoga position known as bridge pose. We lace fingers and you ram your cock deep inside my pussy. Our eyes are open and we look at each other. We are both so very turned on.

A dilemma. Do we cum now or do we want to wait until you are in my ass?

I think I can get you to make a fairly quick recovery and we can do ass play after a shower. In fact, I think that I can get your cock hard again in the shower.

What do you think?

I agree with you. I think we should make ass play totally separate. Besides, there is no reason to do everything right now, I will be here a couple of days.

I lower my hips down and we back to the beginning missionary position. Our finger still laced together, I brace you as the passion increases and also your movements. Faster and faster you go until that most important slow down and deep insertion.

You cum and I cum. My legs wrap around you, we release our fingers, and, while you are still cumming inside me, you lower yourself down and we embrace. We stay this way, kissing and holding each other until you cock slowly slides out of my pussy. We are satisfied.

We cuddle for a few minutes and then we go take a quick shower. By unspoked agreement, we both want to savor the passion we just shared and so will shower and go to bed to sleep and rest up. After we clean each other and dry each other off, we go back to bed and snuggle together. Although this is hard to do, I keep my hands above the sheets and we drift off to sleep, holding each other. I don’t often do this, but you are a special friend to me and it seems natural.

A few hours later, I wake up with you kissing my face, my ears, my neck, shoulders, upper back and your hands are moving over my body.

I start to say something, but you won’t let me. It’s now your turn for control. You continue to kiss me and tease me.

The next morning we get up, refreshed from the previous night’s fun. We take our showers separately, it’s safer this way and get ready for the day ahead.

You have a surprise for me. Before flying down, I told you that I am not a touristy person. I like the non-tourist things. This freaks some people out, but you approve. You tell me that you do have one place you must take me, but other than that we will just go where the sea breeze takes us.

I have my tote packed (I am always prepared for whatever happens) and we get into the car and are off for a day’s adventure. At a certain point you don’t want me to see where we are headed so you ask me to close my eyes. Not a problem for me, I just have to make sure I don’t fall asleep (a problem I have in a moving vehicle).

Just because I am sitting there with my eyes closed doesn’t mean that I am not up to some mischief. I move my hand over to your leg and start rubbing it very gently.

“Are you going to also rub my cock?” you ask.

“I might,” I answer and with that I slide my hand from you leg, up your side to your shoulders and neck. I like playing with you.

You decide to reach over and rub my leg. However, when you do this my skirt rides up. I decide to play it cool and pretend I don’t notice. This is very difficult for me as you well know. In the meantime I move my hand back to your leg. Two can play at that game. So, as you are driving to our first destination, I sit with my eyes closed, my hand on your leg, your hand on my leg. Who will cave first and move their hand to the area of delight?

Me, of course. I so love the feel of your cock even if it is through clothing. I sigh with the pleasure I am feeling from rubbing your cock. Or maybe I am sighing from feeling your hand on my pussy because once I moved my hand over, it didn’t take you long to take the plunge, as it were. Or maybe I am sighing because sitting with my eyes closed and rubbing your cock while you rub my pussy is very satisfying.

“I am sorry to tell you this,” you say, “but we need to straighten up and stop because we are very close to our destination.”

I reluctantly remove my hand from your cock. I güvenilir bahis siteleri return to gently massaging the back of your neck. You remove your hand, and adjust my skirt. I don’t open my eyes until you come around and open the car door for me, which, by the way, I find very sexy for a man to do. You help me out and then tell me to open my eyes.

I can’t believe it. You remembered. You are an incredibly sweet man. I get very misty eyed and hug you tightly.

You have brought me to the place that cemented my love of animals – The San Diego Zoo. The last time I was here, I was 5 years old. It was 1957. I rode the big Galapegos tortoises in the Children’s Zoo then. I also remember feeling sad that the animals were caged, but that’s how it was back then. I never expected you to remember.

We stroll through the zoo. I quietly remind you of how I would leave voicemails on your pager when I would go to the Woodland Park Zoo. I would tell you of wonderful little sheltered areas that would be perfect for foreplay. Do you think we could find such spots at this zoo?

I see a place for something very quick. I pull you there and kiss you long and deep. I then quickly lift my blouse and free a breast from the confines of my bra and have you suck. I then pull you up and open your shirt and return the favor. I kiss you again and we continue our stroll.

We go to the creatures of the night exhibit. It is always dark in these exhibits. I keep you behind me. Why? Because that way I can put my hands behind and rub your cock. Being very turned on and a little naughty, I unzip your pants and slide my hand in. I do love the feel of your bare cock in my hand. I am careful not to stroke too much. This is just foreplay.

“How turned on are you right now?” I ask.

You reply, “Very. Are you ready to leave and continue with our day?”

“I am and I can’t wait.”

We find our way out of the zoo and we take off. I don’t care where we go, just as long as there is the possibility of some sort of sex romp. A secluded area on the beach. A place slightly off the road. I am assuming that you have blankets to use. I know that I have brought lube, wipes, and other things in my tote.

As we drive away, there is no more teasing. My hand moves immediately to your zipper and I free your cock. I stroke you until you are hard and then I lean over and lick the head. If you had gone commando, I would have been able to also suck on your balls, but it is difficult to free you that much. While I am sucking on your cock, I slide my hand under my skirt and play with my pussy. When my fingers get nice and slick with my juices, I bring them to your mouth and let your clean them off.

I sit up and just stroke your cock. I pull my skirt way up and have you start rubbing my pussy and finger fucking me. There has got to be a place where we can pull over and you can eat my pussy.

You soon spot the perfect place to pull over. As soon as you come to a stop and set the brake, you get out and come over to my side. I already have the door open, my skirt up around my waist, and my legs parted. I have taken my fingers and spread my labia for you to see how red and juicy my aroused pussy is. You don’t hesitate, you kneel down and dive in. You make me shudder. I try to count how many times I cum, but until the big one, I just lose count. I do drench your face and the cum runs down my pussy to my ass. This will be handy later.

“How do you want me to suck your cock?” I inquire.

You are puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to trade places with me? Do you want to get back into your seat? Do you want to sit on the hood of the car? How do you want to be when I suck the cum out of your cock?”

Being the naughty man that you are, you tell me, “I will trade places with you and sit on the hood of the car and sit in my own seat while you suck my cock.”

So to start we trade spaces. I kneel in front of you and suck your cock. Since my skirt is still pretty much up around my waist, my ass is exposed to anyone who might walk by. The thought of that turns me on and I shift so my knees are further apart thereby exposing my pussy as well.

I interrupt my devouring of your cock to have you lift your hips up so I can pull your pants down. I want access to your balls and ass. You like your ass played with as much as I do and I am going to do my best to ensure you have some enjoyment there as well.

Look at your balls. So nice and smooth. I lightly lick them with my tongue. Teasing you. I know you want me to take them into my mouth. You will just have to wait. As I tease your balls with my tongue, I slide a the middle finger of one hand along your perineum to your ass and back again. You have some pre-cum oozing out and I take that on my finger and go back to your ass.

“Do you like the idea of me lubricating your asshole with your own lubrication?” I ask you.

“Yessss.”

With that, I get some more pre-cum on my finger and instead of just rubbing it on your pucker, I slide my finger in. You must be like this because your cock has just jumped. Your asshole is so tight. You need to relax it so I can insert another finger. While I wait for that to happen, I continue to tease your balls with my tongue.

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The Trust Ch. 04

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First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I’ve said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven’t read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.

If I haven’t already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.

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Chapter 04

The year Mason had taken off after testing out of high school early, was coming back to bite him in the ass as he tried to settle in at MIT. He only attended four days a week, Monday through Thursday, but they were long days, and the classes were all heavy on coursework right off the bat. There seemed to be two types of professors, at least in the courses he took, dry just the facts ones that rushed to get the maximum data covered that was possible. And the funny guys who never got to the point until minutes before class ended. But one thing they all had in common, they all seemed to think they were the only source of homework he had.

To make things worse, Cybil’s schedule totally opposed his all week long. Both spent hours on campus between classes alone. And though they spent their evenings together, they were more likely doing homework than each other.

The purchase of Mason Hall happened quicker than Mason was prepared for. Two weeks in, Mason was finally getting a handle on things and starting to relax some, when Allan phoned to tell him that they had closed on the hall for two million eight. And he needed Mason to stop by the Stanton & Stanton office to sign on the dotted line, this being the law firm Allan had clerked for while at Harvard.

Ardella, who was an old hand at handling her academic schedule and still living her professional life, had been working hard since Mason officially hired her after Cybil’s birthday. When Mason told her the news, the crews she had lined up moved in and things started happening fast. Surprisingly, the first stage of the construction was demolition. As the structural regulations and building codes that had changed, needed to be addressed before further construction could begin. Most were minor issues like floor drains and a fire suppressing system in the kitchen area, sewage gas venting and replacing the lead piping. A big issue though was emergency egress, and that was going to take an amendment to the court order, since the additions would be visible on the exterior of the building. Multistory residential buildings now required fixed fire escapes and secondary egresses from living areas. None of this had been in the original plans, so the Stanton firm had been busy seeking a judgment on the matter since the offer had been proffered. At Allan’s suggestion, there was a carefully worded rider in the petition that would allow the construction of unattached structures on the property.

Ardella had discussed fire egress with members of the Historic Society in the past, and assured Mason that they weren’t going to be unreasonable about it. And in fact, they agreed with her that the building would be best served with an external fixed fire stair on the rear wall of the hall. Mason watched Ardella orchestrate the deal without ever missing a step, and decided he wanted to stay in business with her after the hall was finished. Even if it was just as a financial backer.

A CPA working at the Stanton firm was assigned to work with Ardella to keep the payment schedule for all work and material contracted. A three million dollar account being made available for the project. Ardella convinced Mason to provide her with a separate discretionary fund, for “incidentals”, of a hundred thousand and promised to keep a separate accounting of it. She knew projects the size of the hall would have every petty bureaucrat that could add a wrinkle doing so, and there would be many private meetings before all the permits were signed and sealed.

After her birthday, Cybil sold her Ford back to her father’s friend, he’d been bemoaning its loss since the deal had happened, and used the proceeds to get Katey a Nexplanon implant like hers. She had really liked the party, and had plans for the future that would benefit from this, so it wasn’t totally altruistic. Ardella and Becky were both on the pill. When she casually told this all to Mason after the fact, the look on his face sent her into a fit of laughter.

Mason had done his best to stay in touch with Brigid, missing more days than he liked. She seemed okay with Cybil’s growing presence, and even talked of wanting to get to know her better. Something Cybil echoed, but it definitely had a sexual connotation when she said it. Brigid wanted to come visit him as soon as things were wrapped up with the hall and had claimed one perabet of the two suites on the fifth floor.

Cybil sat listening to Mason and Ardella discuss the hall as often as not. And pushed both of them to keep people like Saul and her father in mind if there were places that they were qualified to do the work. Something that Mason basically agreed with and Ardella could work around. So Saul was contracted to set up a building wide WI-Fi and security system. And the shop Benny worked out of was hired to do the metal fabrication on the retrofit.

Her devotion to friends and family had Mason looking at the people around them and wondering how he could improve their lives. The fact that Cybil and her friends had to work as well as attend school to get by, or help with tuition, found him on campus the next Friday. Where he met with each at the registrar’s office during their free periods, and paid whatever tuition fees were left on the year, as well as settling any student loans they had.

That evening, Mason and Cybil were returning to her place after having dinner, Cybil promising great rewards for his generosity, when her phone started clanging. Her face went pale when she got it out, and she grabbed Mason’s arm. “It’s Katey.” She told him, “She’s in trouble. Pull over for a second.” Then she began flicking her fingers across the screen as he did.

“What?” he began.

“It’s the rape app on her phone.” Cybil answered, shaking. Then looking up and behind them. “Turn around, we need to go back the way we came.” She told him and he saw the little red blinking light on her phone screen. Cranking the wheel, he saw a gap in the cars and stepped on it, the Chevelle’s rear wheels screaming as they came around, Cybil stuck to her door.

A shiver of fear and anger ran through Mason at the words ‘rape app’, then his mind was clear. Cold anger fueling his reflexes as the muscle car seemed to slip through the traffic, Cybil calling directions. He left the car half on the sidewalk when she pointed at a dingy dive bar. The padded door flying open as he ran through it.

Cybil caught up to him when he paused, the place was empty except for an old bartender who looked as shabby as the room. Then he heard a cry from deeper in the back and he was moving again. Katey was backed into a corner in the old pool room. A dark-haired man holding her there, her blouse ripped. She was fighting him, scratching at his face as he pawed at her.

Two others stood behind him waiting their turn. Mason hit the nearest one at a full charge, using his momentum to throw him into his buddy, both of them bouncing off the wall and going down in a tangle. He saw Katey’s eyes find him, fear and pain in them, and he grabbed the dark hair of the man holding her with his left hand, yanking him back as he slammed a right into the guy’s kidney. Hitting him there again even as he screamed and folded after seeing Katey’s bare breasts. Then wrenched him around by the hair and threw him into one of the others as he tried to get to his feet.

The third guy was back on his feet and coming at Mason, as Cybil ran past them and took Katey in her arms. This guy held himself like a fighter, his lips drawing back to show a glint of gold as he stepped in and threw a right that Mason barely slipped with his forearm. The guy’s gut was soft though as Mason threw a right of his own at a wide opening. The man folded, and Mason gave him another short right just behind the ear, dropping him boneless on the stained threadbare carpet.

Turning, he saw the one he’d knocked down twice just reaching his feet, a cue stick in his hands. Mason figured he’d get at least one swing in with it even as he went for the guy. But then Cybil had a hold on the cue and was pulling at it, and as the guy turned his head towards her in surprise, Mason was on him. His left hand went to the guys throat, fingers digging in as he slammed him up against the wall. Then Mason’s right came over the top, flattening his nose and bouncing his head off the plaster. Mason holding him there even as his legs went limp, hitting again and then again at the thought of Cybil being so close to danger.

He dropped the guy when Cybil cried his name in fear, swiveling his head towards her even as she threw a cue ball passed him. There was a hollow thunk right behind him, like someone slapped a watermelon, and Mason turned in that direction to see the old bartender holding his head, a Louisville slugger rolling away from his feet. Then Cybil stepped past him and kicked the old guy square in the nuts. Even as keyed up as Mason was, he winced. Then dismissed him as he rolled under a pool table trying to get away from Cybil.

He turned towards Katey, thoughts of further violence on the first guy in his mind, but ended up with her in his arms crying instead. He wrapped his around her, seeing that the guy wasn’t getting up anyway. Then watched as Cybil ran over to him with the bat raised and brought it down on the asshole’s shoulder.

“You fucking bastard!” She screamed at perabet giriş him as she hit him again, striking his hip as he curled into a ball. Mason just watched her, not feeling any need to step in as she hit him a half-dozen more times, then dropped the bat and came over to be included in the hug.

“We should call the cops.” Mason told her, but Katey stiffened.

“Can we just go?” she pled in a small voice, “Please?”

“Okay, whatever you need.” Cybil told her gently, looking at Mason before taking Katey and steering her towards the front of the bar. Mason hesitated for a second, looking at the scene, then bent and picked up the bat and the cue stick. He spotted the cue ball Cybil had thrown and scooped it up as well on the way out. Throwing all three in his trunk before climbing in behind the wheel. Cybil was in the back holding her friend, letting her cry. He supposed he should tell Allan what had happened, but knew that would mean full-time security, and then there was Cybil to consider, he didn’t want her getting into any trouble over what had happened. So he decided to wait and see what came of it.

***

Mason felt different after that. Rite of passage or first blood, the fight had answered that nagging question, ‘What would you do?’. He had trained and spared with Marcus countless hours, survived Kato attacks in his sleep, but he had never raised his hands in a real fight. He tried to tell himself he didn’t like it, but he knew he was lying. MIT’s immense campus and the faculties’ reputation had intimidated him for weeks, but most of that just quietly died.

The story they got from Katey still pissed him off. It had been her second date with the guy Cybil had beaten with the bat. He’d been really sweet on their first date and they were supposed to meet some other couples that night for some dancing. Only the other couples turned out to be his two friends at that sleazy bar. When it became clear she wasn’t going to be allowed to leave, she had used the app Cybil had made her download the year before.

Mason never said anything to Cybil about what she had done, just holding her later that night and asking her if she was okay. Katey having finally fallen asleep, curled up on the other side of Cybil. Feeling her nod and squeeze him tighter in response. The next day he made sure the bat and other stuff were buried deep in the hotel dumpster.

Cybil ran what happened through her mind a lot over the next few days. The gentle man she had come to love, had exploded in that bar, and guys had started going down. He’d been like some primal beast for those short moments. She had seen it in his eyes, couldn’t get it out of her mind. She caught herself looking at him, wondering what it would be like if that part of him ever took her, knowing it never would. But the idea left her wet.

Mason caught the look once. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He told her quietly, relaxing when she smiled and told him she wasn’t.

If anything Katey was quieter after that, but if Mason was around, she was close to him. Cybil teased her about being his shadow. A week passed with no cops or calls to the Dean’s office, and life went on. He didn’t see a reason to bother Allan, and Cybil seemed to be even hornier than before if that were possible, not that Mason was complaining. And Ardella told him she needed him to come to the hall and make some decisions.

The next Saturday found Katey, Cybil and Mason at the hall. Mason stunned by the work already done. He’d known that Ardella had a dozen full crews working seven days a week, and had seen the ditch crew already half way up the road, another crew laying casing and lines a short way behind them. But the amount of work such a force could carry out in just a couple of weeks staggered him. People were crawling over every inch of the place like a colony of ants.

Ardella swept them along in a tour, starting down in the spa. The recommended distance for the new steam generator to the steam head was ten feet, so space meant for lockers in the showers had been walled off and tiled to accommodate it. Mason didn’t see a need for more than a dozen lockers anyway. A commercial grade stainless, quiet technologies heat pump was installed alongside it to supply the bath and showers. There were red oak single tier lockers with matching benches. All fine with Mason.

Sports tubs had been bought to take the place of massage tables in two of the three alcoves. An inclined stainless whirlpool tub in one, and an ice bath in the second, while the third had been enclosed and turned into a bathroom.. The eight shower heads had been swapped out for handheld multi-function wands. It was a far cry from the dark basement Mason had first seen. The recessed lighting had been wired so that a series of dials could mute or brighten any area, and color programmable pool lighting had been installed in the bath. Overall, Mason was very happy with it and let Ardella know it.

Katey came alive when Ardella led them up to the kitchen next. A small fortune had perabet güvenilir mi been spent on it, and the room was crowded with restaurant grade appliances and cabinets, still in their crates. There were reach-in refrigerators and work tables, everything in stainless. Katey fluttered around it all like a monarch butterfly in a field of Goldenrod. She just waved for them to move on when Ardella was ready to.

The original dining area had been sectioned out, with two bathrooms at the front of the space. A large three stall ladies’ room with a door directly off the hallway and a smaller men’s room behind it accessible from the room itself. A fifteen by twenty foot laundry had stolen part of the end next to the elevator. It had four sets of washers and dryers plus folding counters, its door opening into the hallway. The rest was rewired and turned into a gym area. Mason felt there was more than enough room around the little dinner stage in the library slash smoking room for tables, since there would be no smoking going on if he had any say in the matter. Extra outlets lined the walls to accommodate adjacent treadmills and elliptical machines, and half-inch coin grip rubber flooring would be rolled out to protect the hardwood.

To Mason’s delight, the birdcage elevator was working as of that morning. And they took it to the second floor, where they found Benny supervising the installation of the first landing of the fire stairs, as well as a steel emergency exit door. Another crew had already cut the door openings to the right of the elevator on each floor. Cybil ran to him and got a hug, Benny grumbling for his men’s sake, but Mason could see he was pleased.

They had doubled the space Ardella had originally allotted to each bathroom, adding a large walk-in tiled shower enclosure and a dedicated instant on gas water heater to each. They’d done away with the sitting rooms, in favor of the extra room in the baths and a large walk-in closet. Ceiling fans and cedar closet organizers all agreed with what they had decided on, so they moved up to the next floor and found everything virtually the same. . On the fourth floor, it was Saul that got a squeal and a hug from Cybil. He was installing Wi-Fi access points in each apartment and suite, along with video security in the hallways. Cybil had tried to explain the wireless back bone dual-band-capable 5GHz 802.11a radio signal as well as a 2.4GHz 802.11b/g/n radio signal stuff to Mason, but he’d finally told her if she and Saul understood it, he was okay. They had decided to turn the small lounges on the second through fourth floor into media areas in an effort to keep the downstairs library open for study. So Saul would be wiring all of them too. As well as mounting cameras along the edge of the roof parapet. Accessing the roof by climbing the ladder in Mason’s room had hampered getting the elevator running, so it had been decided to extend the fire stairs to the roof in case of future maintenance needs.

The big difference here was that while Mason had agreed to splitting the space on the second and third floor into eight apartments, the fourth floor still had just four larger ones. Each suite almost fifteen hundred square feet, so while they also got larger baths and closets, each still had a large living room and a utility room that could be used however the occupant wanted.

Mason’s suite had been gutted. He saw no use for the extra rooms, so he also went with a large bath and walk-in closet. Leaving the rest as an open studio. Several tables were scattered about the space that were covered with plans and contracts, Ardella’s command center. Leading them to one of the side tables, she started going through a pile of granite samples.

“These represent all the white granite available domestically,” she began, “as you can see, there are no good substitutes for the Kashmir granite used in the hall. I’m afraid we have little choice but to bring it in.” As soon as the court decree had been amended, Mason had Ardella start working on plans for some out-buildings. And they were doing everything possible to conform to the style and materials used in the hall itself. A local brickworks was matching the extra red pigments in the English bricks, but the white Kashmir granite could only be faked if done by a domestic source. Something neither Mason or Ardella were willing to do.

“The price isn’t as bad as we feared it would be. And if we have the sawn blocks worked by a stonemason there, we can cut as much as half the shipping costs by weight.” She went on, sorting through some paperwork. “So I’ll need you to release the additional funds so we can finalize the plans and start getting the granite cut.”

Mason had agreed to an additional one point six million for the construction of outbuildings and landscaping. For that they were building a three bay auto shop with an attached fabrication and storage area. Building the Chevelle with Marcus was one of the high lights of his life and he hoped to do it many more times. A shepherd’s cottage, if you could call a two thousand square foot building a cottage, for Marcus. A parking garage capable of handling a dozen cars, and a security gate structure with a seven-foot wall that spanned the front of the property, the other three sides getting chain link fencing.

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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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