James Ch. 02

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Lucy had taken a 6 month contract in the States to recover from her messy divorce. This is where she met James and two weeks before her return to the UK she and James finally got together. An engineered deception had Lucy turning up to the wrong house a day early… with wonderful results. So a couple of hours after their first intimate time together Lucy found herself sat at the breakfast bar in James house, wearing his robe and eating and ham and tomato on whole wheat sandwich.

James leaned over the breakfast bar still just wearing his shorts, while Lucy sat perched on a high stool on the other side, hungrily tucking into a sandwich.

“You’re watching me!” Lucy grinned as she captured a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

“I like watching you… Haven’t you eaten anything today?”

Oh god, thought Lucy… hope he doesn’t go all Christian Grey on me. “No, I was saving myself — I was promised a Barbecue!” Taking a sip of her iced tea, “And this ham is the only meat I’ve seen!”

A deep roaring laugh echoed around the room. “Meat huh!” and the glint in his eye took on a delightful twinkle.

Oh Lucy, she thought to herself… what devil have you unleashed. Then as she pushed the empty plate away and took another sip of her drink, James walked around the bar; the bulge in his shorts still snaking its way across to his hip, as he propped himself on the bar next to her.

“So tell me Lucy, what ‘kind’ of meat are you after… a juicy steak? lamb chops?…”

And before he could finish, Lucy ran a very elegantly painted nail along the length of his cock…

“Sausage… Corny but true.”

“Oh woman,” he groaned taking her face in his hands “I’m trying so hard to take it slow, to make it count, and here you are, enough to test the patience of a saint.”

“Why James, why take it slow… I’m not a frail flower — I’m not going to break!” She whispered into his mouth.

Then once again she was in his arms, this time being carried along the corridor and into his bedroom. As her feet hit the ground so did the robe she was wearing, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently grazing over her hard puckered nubs as his lips descended on her again, consuming her in some raw emotion and desperate need. Lucy slid her hands around his waist, letting the tips of her fingers slide into the elasticated band of his shorts and then sliding down over the taught globes of his buttocks; her fingers working in, in a sensual massage, and her index fingers teasing the ravine of his bum. His hands pulled her tighter, closer to him and mirrored hers on her naked ass; again letting her feel the throbbing erection in his crotch. Fixing eye contact, their gaze never wavered, and she slowly lifted the waist band gently over his cock and with her hands splayed out pushed the waist band down. Down over his hips, his upper thighs and then to drop onto the floor, and standing on tiptoes; she kissed him taking the gasp out of his mouth when he was finally set free. He started to sink down, his mouth claiming her neck, her shoulders and the V between her collar bones. His hands caressing her arms with gentle feather touches, as he prepared to sink even lower.

“No James, my turn…” She whispered, gently Niğde Escort trying to lift him, with her hands under his elbows.

With a sparkling grin he stood, tall and proud. Her hands smoothing over his arms across his pectorals and down over his finely contoured abs, resting her hands on his hips she massaged her thumbs into the cradle of his belly. Then slowly and oh so very deliberately she leaned in and let her tongue swipe over his left nipple, sucking and nibbling the little brown button; letting her hand move up to take the place of her mouth as she moved over to his right.

“I like to keep things in balance” she whispered into his torso.

Sinking to her knees, yet keeping her fingers teasing his nipples, Lucy let her tongue trail down. Teasing and swirling around his belly button, letting her chin gently push his cock out of the way she followed the fine line of hair south until she found the well trimmed thatch of his pubic hair. Sitting back on her knees she looked up meeting the hungry look in his eyes.

“Okay? Or would you rather lie down. Because this looks tasty and I might be sometime”.

“I, we — are not getting on this bed until we are ready to play the beast with two backs… so if you need to snack — I’ll stand!” He said with humour and lust dancing in his eyes.

Those lovely blue eyes, so grinning Lucy finally allowed herself the luxury of looking at his cock. It stood high, hard and proud, a good double handful for her and his balls, large — just how she liked them…

“Oh yummy… these I have taste!” Taking his penis in her right hand and using her left to cup his scrotum.

James felt as if the world had suddenly gone into slow motion as she lowered her head and ran a long flat tongue lick right across his sack from her right to left; pausing briefly before sucking and hoovering in his right ball into her mouth. He felt rather than heard the low purr from her throat as her tongue ran over him, massaging and making his sack crinkle and contract. His hands automatically went to her head — not to control but to cradle. Her massaging now alternating with pulsing little sucks that seemed in time with the gentle stroking of his cock, the pulling getting harder and longer until his ball popped out of her month and nestled against its twin.

“Oh now doesn’t that look lovely? Wet and shiny and all scrunched up… Poor little left one!” As she massage him so the left one came to the fore.

Sinking her head back again and sucked up the left one into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, then treated the left one to the same torture that the right had enjoyed. This time, two fingers of the hand cupping him, started to stroke up and down his perineum. Groaning James was lost, hanging on his pleasure building and, gasping when she gently blew her breath across his wet pouch. Without a pause, Lucy ran her tongue up his full length… A sweeping stroke up the thick, strong muscle that ran up his cock from root to tip and risking a glance she looked up into his piercing blue eyes… His expression almost pained; and as she reached the tip and dipped her tongue into the eye of his glans, his head rolled back and his groaning became a growl. Then with barely a pause she tipped Ordu Escort her head and slowly glided him across the roof of her mouth and into the back of her throat. His head snapped forward in time to see Lucy burying him in her, up to her nose, holding him for as long as she could and then letting go. James watched her as she gasped and let him go, stared at the string of dribble hanging from his cock. Then without further ado he bent down, picked her up and threw her on the bed.

His mouth covering hers, trying to take her very essence…

“Shit — where did you learn that?” His breath was short and panting. “I wanted it to last…But I can’t — Please Lucy”

Slowly and steadily Lucy nodded her head, and James reached for the night stand drawer, when Lucy’s hand covered his.

“Is that what you want?” She whispered “I’m clean — I guess you are, and I just want to feel you — all of you.”

His mouth fell upon hers, his lips and tongue doing crazy things to her mouth and libido, all thoughts of condoms gone. Then as he was sweeping his tongue across hers, she felt him slowly, tortuously slide into between her folds and deep into her very core. When he had seated himself as far as he could go, he lifted himself up on his arm and look down on her. As her arms snaked around his neck her legs bend and her feet started stroking up and down his calf muscles. They just stayed like that for several moments just holding, touching and stroking; their lips touching and claiming each other. Then Lucy’s feet climbed further up his legs and her toes gently probing and massaging his bottom as they passed and then she locked ankles around his waist. The slow rotation of her hips, rubbing her Mons against his pubic hair only aided to increase the clenching in her lower belly.

“I’ve wanted you ever since that first day when you walked into the office. First your body, those incredible tits… the way your ass moved when you walked. Oh God then when you spoke… I was beating my cock down… I had to leave and quickly” His confession husky in her ears. “And now, here I am buried deep inside of you and its better than I could ever of imagined.”

With that James started to move, slowly pulling out distending her pussy as he moved. She could feel every ridge, every pulse — could almost feel the walls of her cunt seal back into place, filling the void that he left. Then slowly oh so slowing pushing back in, filling her; increasing the friction between them. His hands crept under the cheeks of her behind and his fingers teased apart the globes of her ass. Slightly lifting higher and changing the angle of his thrust, slowly increasing speed, moving faster; not enough to make her cum, but more than enough to fuel her need. His fingers were now teasing the rosebud of her ass; his index fingers alternately strumming on that ring of muscle; in time with the thrusts of his cock in her pussy.

“Oh God Jim — fuck!”

“Yes baby… Good isn’t it” He whispered “But I’m tired and I want to see you.” And in one swift movement he rolled them over, momentarily losing her pussy around him.

Holding one hand in the middle of his chest, and with her tits heaving and swinging Lucy waved a No-No finger at him and scooted Osmaniye Escort down his legs and reclaimed his cock back into her mouth… licking all her juices off that so stiff cock.

“Yummy, Lucy flavored Popsicle” She said as she knelt high over his hips and slowly sank herself onto him.

Holding on tight and when she was halfway down she leaned into him and sensuously kissed his lips, as she finished impaling herself onto him. Using his hands to stabilise herself, Lucy started to gyrate her hips against him. Giving herself the precious friction she needed, the sting of his pubic hair against her clit raw and heavenly. James felt the walls of her cunt close around him, rippling and squeezing — her thighs clenching his hips as he held her steady, as the force of her orgasm built around him. Her breathing rate was increasing, the glorious rosy nipples deepened to dark red and puckering to small hard nubs. Pulling her closer to him, he held her and was able to suck deep into his mouth her tight hard nipple, sucking and nibbling; all the while increasing the pace and thrust deep within her pussy.

He felt her release, the way her cunt rippled up and down his shaft had him fighting for control, so gritting his teeth, he held her hips pushing tight down onto his, keeping them joined until all her spasms had stopped. He held her close when she collapsed onto his chest, stroking her back and kissing her hair.

Lucy lifted her head, a wry grin on her face, and licked his small pebbled nipple in front of her. Her action was answered by a deep groan in his throat, as his hips lifted and started building the rhythm driving into her again. His hands again cupped her ass and his strong fingers massaging the globes of her bum, his fingers working to the tight muscle ring.

“Yesss… Jim — Yes!” Lucy held on tight and just went with the relentless pounding of his cock in her pussy.

His blue eyes boring into hers as she became the rag doll and his cock a steel bar, the punishment on her pussy lips was relentless.

“Come Lucy… fucking give it to me…” he growled in her ear.

His right hand left her ass as he pushed his left finger further in, his free hand came down with a thwack on her bum. The screaming torture that she felt deep inside started to bubble to the top, her body going rigid and needy, clenching; whilst his was hard and relentless.

“Cum on me Lucy… Let it go” he groaned as his teeth again took possession of her nipple — biting and sucking.

Then it was all too much, the pounding, thrusting in her cunt, the rapid fingering in her ass and the delicious torture at her breast. Throwing her head back she screamed as her world dissolved around her. Then his cry followed hers and she felt the hot sticky release of his cum deep inside her; their aftershocks and exhaustion, holding them tight together before Lucy collapsed in a heap on his chest. The words were all gone… as they just lie there, panting and recovering, his fingers through her hair and her hand gently stroking his chest.

Lucy was the first to speak, “Cook-out tomorrow huh?” Then looking out of the window at the gathering dusk “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

James laughed as he rolled her onto her side and spooned in close behind…

“Depends on how much sleep you need.” Then pulling up the duvet “rest now.”

The last thought Lucy had as she drifted off to sleep was of piercing blue eyes, being the perfect medicine for an otherwise really bad year.

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It’s Great Being a Girl

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I. The sun shone through the shear curtains, dimly lighting the bedroom. Shandra lain draped across Nicholas’ strong body with her left arm on his chest and her left leg between his legs as he slept on his back. His arm was beneath her head and she nuzzled into his neck, breathing lightly. A bird flew cross the window and its shadow fluttered over Shandra’s body.

Slender and firm with a light brown skin tone she was truly beautiful to behold. Her black teddy did little to cover her and only enhanced her full breasts and tight waist. Her slim hips and perfectly formed ass led to long slender legs and pretty, well pedicured feet. She wore no panties and with her leg cocked over Nicholas her neatly trimmed pussy showed between her legs. The chirping of the bird as it flew past the window caused Shandra to stir and she moved into Nicholas even more, his body heat offsetting the cool morning breeze that drifted in through the slightly cracked window.

This movement caused her smooth thigh to move across Nicholas’ groin. He wore dark blue boxers made of a soft, satiny material. Nicholas moaned softly as his cock responded to the stimulation. Cocking his head to the left he gently kissed Shandra on the forehead.

“Its time to get up baby.” he whispered as he removed his arm from underneath her head. His arm was numb from lack of blood flow and he started to flex its muscles to restore circulation. His arm was powerful with muscles. He obviously worked out on a regular basis but was not bulky or muscle bound. As he rose from the bed Nicholas stretched. His t-shirt stretched across his broad chest and his boxers did not hide his strong legs or firm ass; especially with a half engorged cock straining against its material.

Shandra mumbled something inaudible and pulled the white satin sheets over her head. Nicholas just smirked. Shandra loved to sleep late and was next to impossible to get moving in the morning. If he had had more time Nicholas would have given her a “morning surprise” that would have really gotten her moving. Instead he walked to the bathroom to shower and shave.

Shaving first, Nicholas could hear Shandra finally get out of bed and start to pick out clothes for them both to wear today. Starting the shower he stepped in after adjusting the water to pleasant temperature. The water sluiced over his head and down his well built back. He was lightly tanned with various scars on his torso. He had led an interesting and rugged life before he met Shandra and happily became hers’ body and soul. Shandra seemed to think the scars enhanced his “manliness” even though Nicholas was very self-conscious about going shirtless in public. His head was shaven though it didn’t conceal the fact he was well on the way to becoming bald. Vanity wasn’t one of his vices so he never considered using anything to try to reverse the receding or surgically alter his hairline.

Nicholas heard the door open as he stepped out of the shower. He didn’t like super hot showers so the steam was at a minimum. Shandra was brushing her teeth, waiting for him to get done. She had slipped out her nighty already and Nicholas’ eyes ran down her body, admiring his lady love for all her glory. Her dark brown hair was shoulder length, full bodied, and slightly wavy. After she finished she turned and gave him a kiss on his cheek as she stepped by Nicholas into the shower. Nicholas let out a sigh and walked back into the bedroom very disappointed that he didn’t have more time this morning.

Shandra turned the heat up on the water and arched her back, Muğla Escort stretching as the water warmed up her body. She washed her hair and then let it condition as she shaved her legs and pussy. She finished and stepped out to blow dry her hair and apply some light makeup.

Nicholas was dressed when she stepped back into the bedroom. She thought he looked absolutely delicious in his tan Dockers pants, grey pinstriped dress shirt, and tie. Not that he didn’t look good in jeans and a t-shirt, but he looked so “in charge” when he was dressed for work. His fashion sense was average so Shandra picked his clothes out for him. Her sense of what looked good extended to work and led to her successful career as an interior decorator. Her hours were hers to make and she loved the freedom and interesting people she met. Nicholas was a department manager at locally based corporation. Between the two of them they had a nice, comfortable lifestyle.

Shandra slipped into a black, knee length skirt and put on a dark purple silk blouse. She finished the outfit with open toed, three inch heeled shoes. She wore her hair up, which accentuated her long, graceful neck.

Nicholas often called her his “beautiful swan”, which, while a little corny, was very sweet.

“Do you have any interesting today?” Nicholas asked.

“Not really. My new client rescheduled for tomorrow so I’ll just get some errands done.” she replied.

“Ooohh, how exciting.” Nicholas teased. He gave her a firm, yet gentle kiss. Her lips were soft and had a slight strawberry taste from her lip gloss.

“Try to stay out of trouble sexy.” He said as he walked out of the room and down to his Jeep.

Shandra walked over to the dresser and put some perfume on her wrists, neck, and the back of her knees. Checking herself out in her full length mirror she couldn’t help but be impressed by how utterly hot she looked.

“I’d fuck me.” she said as she preened and posed. She grabbed her purse and put on her sunglasses as she walked out her red Mustang convertible.

II. She had a breakfast date across town with an old girlfriend of hers and hopped on the freeway going 85 mph in 65 zone. She was a couple minutes from the exit ramp when she saw the flashing red lights behind her coming up fast.

“Damn it.” she muttered as she pulled onto the shoulder. She had a handful of tickets on her record and didn’t need anymore. Insurance on a sports car was expensive enough as it was. She saw it was a male State Trooper and smiled to herself as she unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse and hiked her skirt up, exposing her pussy. As the trooper came up to her window she hit the button to lower the it as she ran her right hand up her golden thigh to her now slightly wet cunt.

The trooper’s mouth went half open as he took in the sexiest sight of his life. His cock instantly responded as Shandra took off her sunglasses and locked his eyes onto hers with her best “come hither” look.

“I’m sorry officer but I was a little distracted and didn’t realize how fast I was going. My boyfriend has been out of town for a couple weeks and I just needed to relieve a little stress before I got to work.”

She reached down and hit the button to recline her seat back. She brought her left hand to her mouth and licked her thumb and forefinger. Spreading her thighs even wider, which forced her skirt up on her hips, Shandra started masturbating with her right hand and tweaking her nipples with her left.

“I’m sure you can understand. Don’t you Muş Escort ever blow off a little steam while you’re sitting by yourself on the side of the road?” She closed her eyes and arched her back as she licked her lips. She faked an orgasm and then looked back at the trooper. He still looked stunned but a dark stained had appeared on his crotch.

“It’s too bad that you guys video tape all your traffic stops. I would have enjoyed some help and looks like you could have too.” She adjusted her seat back up and stared him in the eye.

“You probably need to go take care of that big problem you have. Shall we call it a warning?” she said with a smirk and knowing glance at his fully engorged dick bulging in his pants.

“Yes, ma’am.” was all the trooper said as she rolled her window up and drove away.

“Its great being a girl.” Shandra thought.

III. Breakfast was rather nice. She caught up on the latest gossip with her friend as they had a light breakfast at the country club. Her friend was dressed for her morning tennis lesson. The short skirt and rather tight shirt showed off her body quite nicely and the two of them drew many a long, lusty gaze from the male dinners and waiters.

Eva got a good laugh when Shandra told her what had happened with the trooper. They both considered using their sexuality to manipulate men as perfectly natural. Being born was beautiful was no different than being born a genius or athletically gifted. The fact they were beautiful and smart just made it that much easier to enjoy life. Eva was a very gifted divorce lawyer with very few unsatisfied customers.

“Hey, if you don’t have any plans today I could schedule an appointment with the new massage therapist they just hired here. He has hands that are gifts from God.” Eva said with a sly smile.

“Really? Do tell.” Shandra said; her curiosity piqued.

“His name is Rafael and he’s from Spain. He’s tall, dark, and handsome with a great smile. Interested?”

“Sure, I could use a good rub down.”

Eva made a quick call to set up an appointment for Shandra and they talked some more as they finished breakfast.

Shandra went to the bank and then came back to the club for her appointment. She was escorted to a changing room and undressed. Wrapping her body and hair with very soft towels she walked into the massage room and laid face down on the table. A couple minutes later she heard the door open and someone entered, locking the door behind them. She raised herself onto to elbows and saw a tall, well built man standing next to the table.

“Hello. I’m told you are a friend of Eva. Is this true?” the man asked with a soft, smoothing voice. His accent was light but noticeable and only added to his appeal.

“Yes I am and she recommended you highly.” Shandra replied.

“Yes, the club members seem to be very happy with my services.” he commented as he applied lotion to his hands and rubbed them to warm them up.

“Mmmm, I bet they do.” Shandra said as she let her eyes wander over his body. At least 6’2, Rafael was built like a swimmer. He wore a simple white on white pants Polo shirt outfit. His hair was just short of shoulder length. He had a gentle face with brown eyes and a great smile.

He gently unwrapped the towel from her body as she settled back down with her face in the cradle and her arms at her sides.

Starting at the small of her back, Rafael slowly needed the muscles on either side of her spine, working his way towards her head. He took his time and when he Nevşehir Escort reached her neck he gently raked down her back with his finger tips. His skin was soft and his hands strong but gentle. Rafael then massaged her neck which caused a moan from Shandra. He was relaxing her to the point of her drifting off. His finished her upper body by gently massaging her scalp and temples.

“Where have you been all my life?” Shandra said with a laugh.

Rafael also laughed and moved to her feet. He took time to massage each individual toe on both feet before using both hands on first the left than the right foot. He worked the balls of her foot, then the heel, finishing with arch. He purposely did the right foot last. Few people knew that the nerves in the arch of the right foot are connected to the ones in the pussy. Most women become sexually aroused by a massage of their right foot and Shandra was one of those women. Moving her legs apart slightly as Rafael worked his way up her calves than the back of her thighs.

When he reached her ass, Rafael took a beautiful cheek in either hand and began a firm, vigorous rub down of her ass. This caused her already wet pussy to rub against the clothing covering the table. Bringing her arms up over her head Shandra raised her hips off the table and Rafael responded by concentrating on the bottom of each cheek with his thumbs lightly stroking her pussy lips. This continued for what seemed like forever to Shandra. Rafael could read her body to the point that he knew when to ease up to prevent Shandra from orgasm.

“Ready for to roll over?” he whispered as he stopped his attentions.

“Hell yes.” Shandra responded as she rolled over.

Rafael immediately started by working the muscles along her sides moving up to her breasts. Shandra’s nipples were hard as rock by now and when Rafael took her breasts into his hands she shuddered slightly.

“Just relax.” he breathed.

His mouth came down over her right breast and he alternately licked, sucked, and nipped at her nipple as his right hand massaged her left breast and nipple. Shandra’s breathing became quicker and shallower as she place her hands on the back of Rafael’s head and arched her back, pressing her chest into his face.

Rafael’s took his mouth off her breast and started to gently kiss his way down her body, flicking his tongue occasionally. His right hand preceded his mouth down her body and he had already started massaging her pussy lips and clit before his mouth reached Shandra’s soaking wet cunt.

He calmly suck and licked her pussy lips as he penetrated her with first one, then two, and finally three long slim fingers. Shandra’s hands never left the back of his head and she started to grind her hips up into his mouth.

Rafael moved his mouth over her clit and suck on it with occasional flicking with his tongue. He could feel Shandra begin to tense up and increased the tempo of his finger fucking and clit stimulation. The slow build up he done to Shandra finally peaked with Shandra ramming her hips up and face fucking Rafael as she came in wave after wave for several minutes.

After she had stopped convulsing, Shandra stretched like a cat and then lay there catching her breath. Rafael calmly went to a sink located in an adjacent bathroom and washed his hands and face.

“Is the lady satisfied with her session?” he asked.

“The lady is very satisfied.” Shandra replied.

He took her hand with a smile and kissed it before leaving the room.

Shandra composed herself and then stepped back into the dressing room to retrieve her clothes.

Shandra and Nicholas had an open relationship and she couldn’t wait to tell Nicholas about her day. His rock hard cock crammed into her pussy would be a great way for her to end the evening.

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It was just one night

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Chapter one: Missed the train

His heart sank as he rounded the corner to the sight and sounds of the last train leaving the station. He already knew that the next train home was at 6:28 the next morning.

“Fuck!”

He turned several times unsure of his next move. As he watched the train pull away into the distance, the black of night cut by its trailing red lights, he felt an on-creep of panic slowly move in on him. A cold sweat started to form on his brow as the weight of the situation grasped his shoulders, pressing him onto a bench.

Reaching into his jacket he retrieved his phone. His face lit up revealing the dark shadows of despair in his eyes. He felt clueless, selfish, irresponsible. But surely this was an easy mistake to make. Thousands. Millions perhaps, make the same mistake all the time. So why did he feel so at odds with the situation he was in. His phone engaged in a call to his wife. He was working on auto-pilot as he began to come to terms with the what had happened.

“George? Are you ok?” Samantha and George had been married for several years. They had two small children. Phoebe, who was 6 was a keen dancer and sang at every opportunity. It was her happy sound. Dillon was 4 and climbed everything. He was bright and bubbly, and completely obsessed with making things. The material choice was irrelevant, he could construct anything out of anything. A real-life characterisation of the A-Team.

There was a period of intense silence on his end of the phone until he crashed it declaring “Yeah. I’m fine. Missed my train.” It was delivered as if very little but irritation was at stake. George allowed the silence to stretch as he refused to elaborate. It was up to Samantha to fill in the pieces.

“George, was that the last train? What are you going to do?”

George didn’t answer.

“Look, is it too late to go back to the party and see if you can crash somewhere?” George realised how good his wife was. She knew his thoughts and could overcome problems before he even realised they were problems.

“I think Brad might have a room if I can catch him. If not I could crash on someone’s floor at the holiday Inn. Or pay for a room.”

“Right. Sort it out and don’t be such a dick in future.” She might have been pragmatic and resourceful, but she was also ruthless. Samantha suffered no shit from people.

George made his way back to the pub where he had left his colleagues only 45 minutes earlier. It didn’t seem like a long time ago, but he hoped they were still there. As he opened the double doors to the pub one of his colleagues came running passed him clutching his face. He doubled over the curb to vomit. George watch him in silent judgement before leaving him to sort himself out and headed into the pub. The pub was practically empty despite an enthusiastic DJ trying to encourage those that remained onto the dance floor. He saw the few stragglers that remained from the staff party on the dance floor.

Bee-lining for them he started to ask the whereabouts of some potential friends who could put him up. “They left ages ago.” Was the response from the group of female science teachers swaying to Take That.

One of the older ones turned to George mid-knee drop, “I’d offer you our hotel room sofa, but it’s already taken.” George was surprised how quickly his hopes were built and then dashed in such a short sentence.

“Rachel has a spare bed in her room,” she added.

Rachel had her hands above her head and was completely lost in the music. George watched her for what seemed like ages building the courage to ask to stay in her room. Before he had the opportunity the older science teacher intervened.

“HEY. RACH. You have a spare bed in you room don’t you?”

In her soft and sweet Geordie accent Rachel affirmed that she had a spare bed and that George could sleep there.

George continued to enjoy the night with his Science teacher colleagues. He paused only to update his wife with the information that he had secured a bed for the night. He felt it better to leave out the bit about sharing the room with an incredibly attractive Geordie girl.

Rachel was also married with two small children. She had short dark hair, a womanly body and fantastic bottom. As she danced she moved seductively to the music, lost amongst the emotions and atmosphere of the musical story telling.

As time was called in the pub everyone moved towards the hotel. All the science teachers hugged and kissed their goodbyes in the hotel lobby and made their ways to their rooms. Rachel and George continued up to another floor to their room. On entering the room George noticed how lacking in furniture it was.

“Where’s the spare bed?”

Rachel seemed taken a back. “Oh, I meant that there was a spare side to my bed. That’s ok, isn’t it?”

With that she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

George heard the shower turn on and the beautiful sound of Rachel singing as she showered. A little time later she exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was behaving so naturally, as if the two of them Kütahya Escort had been married themselves for years. Rachel didn’t seemed to recognise the awkwardness of the situation. George, on the other hand was staring at her lasciviously.

“Are you ok?” Rachel asked.

“er, yeah. Can I borrow some toothpaste?” George snapped himself out of his trance.

“Of course. I don’t have a spare toothbrush, but you can borrow mine. There’s also a spare towel, if you wanted a shower.”

George entered the bathroom confused over these experiences. He loved his wife deeply, but he was lusting after his beautiful midnight saviour. Did she feel the same, or was her behaviour simply trust and kindness? All he needed to do was put his feelings deep down out of harms way and survive the night.

After his business in the bathroom George emerged again dressed for bed. As he didn’t have any PJs he popped his Underwear back on again. George stood open mouthed as Rachel moved about the room in her bedclothes. She wore a black satin nighty, with laced edging around her chest line and hem of her skirt. Her skirt was short and really only just covered her bottom.

“Sorry for my nighty, I wasn’t really expecting to share my bed with anyone tonight. A bit revealing isn’t it.” She laughed as she stood at the end of the bed.

Rachel commented on George’s physique and was impressed by how toned he was.

“Are you sure you are ok? You are acting really strange. You’ve gone really quiet.” George reaffirmed that he was fine and that perhaps he was just tired.

“Maybe we should get to sleep.” She said.

Without a word George shuffled into his side if the bed and lay down to face the window, away from Rachel.

“George, can you do me a favour? Can you run some moisturizer into my back?”

The polite response should be to verbally agree and follow out the request as asked. George, however, didn’t say anything but sat up behind Rachel squirting moisturizer into his hands. Rachel let each strap fall from her shoulders so that her nighty fell around her waist. She covered her breasts with her arms, but that did nothing to stop George’s mind wondering. As he rubbed in the moisturizer he began to massage her shoulders and back. Rachel moaned in appreciation.

“You are very good at that. Do you mind giving me a full body massage?” And without waiting for a response she had returned the nighties shoulder straps to their rightful place and lay down on her front in anticipation.

George continued to massage her shoulders, neck and back. After some time and appreciative noises Rachel requested that George helped her aching hamstring muscles. Sensing that George was apprehensive about the intimate situation she suggested that she would position her skirt where he had to stop. He was not allowed beyond the hem of her skirt.

Rachel held the hem of her nighty tight against her skin. George began to smooth more lotion over the back of her thighs. His pressure increased as her found the areas of her muscles that were tight, in an effort to ease the tension she had in her legs.

Rachel “mmm’d” regularly encouraging George in his endeavours. Slowly her legs parted and Rachel’s fingers pointed to her abductor muscles. “That feels so amazing. Can you work on this one, it’s really sore. You’ve worked wonders on the rest of my legs.”

George hesitated. From his kneeling position next to her, he had a clear view of her smooth pussy. Rachel sensed the reason for his hesitation and reached for the hem of her skirt, pulling it down over her bottom to hide her nether regions. “If I hold my skirt here, you’ll know where to stop.” Rachel giggled and looked over her shoulder at George. “Would that be okay?

George agreed, and tentatively resumed his task, massaging the inside of Rachel’s thigh, high up towards her groin.

Feeling more confident, following Rachel’s encouragement and direction, George began using his thumbs to ease the tension in Rachel’s Abductor muscles right up against the hem of her nightdress. Rachel was moaning in satisfaction with an occasional word “yeah” thrown in the mix. As George pressed and stretched the muscles, pushing deeper into the corners between Rachel’s thigh and groin, Rachel simultaneously pulled her dress up over her firm round bottom and pressed George’s hand against her cooch.

George could feel the effects of his work on her. Her outer lips were wet and she instantly sighed. “I think I need some attention her.” Her breath deep and sensual. “I just need an orgasm so badly. Can you do that for me?” It was clear as day, Rachel had laid a challenge and had been building him up to this all evening. What could he do. Since missing the train earlier he had become homeless. His good Samaritan was in need. It was only an orgasm. He could do that. He’d just have to make sure that was as far as it went.

He surprised himself in how quickly he settled into his mission. He was working with a deft of touch. An artist’s focus in his efforts towards her climax. He teased her, Rachel’s quim tingling Malatya Escort from the attention she was receiving. George expertly crafted the deepening sensations she developed. Only when he thought she was on the edge did her touch around her clitoral hood. The effect was immediate. George did not deliver Rachel to one orgasm, but two. Her groin pushing back against his hand and legs twitching with the effects of this strong, physical crescendo.

George slowly removed his hand, stroking her skin and replacing her nighty and bed sheets over her bottom. He lay next to her, his head on his pillow looking at the ceiling. He was turned on now. He knew that if he looked at her he would want to take her. The strength of his erotic feelings toward her right now were hard to subdue, but he knew he had to.

Rachel lay on her front. The orgasms she had just experienced were the most amazing she had ever had. Her breath, deep and strong. Her muscles shaking still with surges of sexual adrenaline coursing through her veins. She thought an orgasm would be enough, but after what he had just done to her, she needed more. The most amazing orgasms she had ever experienced were not enough.

She rolled onto her side still debating whether to attempt to initiate more intimacy. She approached him and put her hand on his chest. His body was so pert and firm. She fantasised about being wrapped up in his arms. It was at that moment Rachel knew how far she was willing, no desperate to go. She wanted him inside her.

“That was incredible. You are so skilled at using your fingers.” She turned his face towards her and moved her lips to his. Completely oblivious to his turmoil, or perhaps indignant of it, she kissed him. In what seemed like ages, but to Rachel seemed almost instant, George returned her kiss and they embraced in a hot and passionate intimacy. His hands gripped her arms, stroked her neck and face, and entangled in her hair. Rachel’s fingers fluttered over his torso and slowly over his belly to his underwear. She found his erect penis and began to stroke it through the material. George groaned in pleasure as his member danced in her hands.

“Time for your satisfaction.” Rachel whispered in his ear. She pushed the bed sheets back and knelt beside him. Watching his face for his reaction she lifted her nighty up over her head and discarded it to the floor. His eyes lit up as he ogled this beautiful lady in complete nakedness. Her hands easing his manhood out from their restrictions for better access. She watched him as she wrapped him in her fingers, gently tugging him. George want to close his eyes, to enjoy the sensations, but he desired the view of her angelic, very naughty face, her naked body and her fingers, with a feather light touch, masturbating his tool.

Rachel enjoyed this feeling of domination, kneeling above her man as he helplessly lay there with his most prized possession in her hands. Without taking her eyes off his, until the last second, she slowly bent over his tummy to kiss his prick. It jumped with excitement. She licked the length of his shaft gently cupping his balls in her fingers. His dick twitched and bobbed like a group of head bangers in a mosh-pit. She looked up at him. His eyes closed and mouth parted. He looked pretty red in the face and she wondered whether he had the stamina to handle this, and still fuck her. She also considered whether his climax would be the best end result to these proceedings given then that they wouldn’t have had penetrative sex, which to Rachel seemed like such a big difference, and much more disloyal than what they had so far done.

With wetted and slightly parted lips Rachel kiss the tip of his member and gradually moved her lips over his manhood to take him into her mouth. He groaned and lifted his hips to encourage her to take more of him into her warm and wet mouth. Over some time she teased him with a variety of sensations, pressures, and pace. She had him on the brink of climax several times before she tugged his balls to released their tension and prolong his treatment.

Rachel wanted to deliver pleasure to him in a way similar to the experience she had received. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken on an act like this with her husband, and certainly not with the level of enthusiasm, experimentation and sensitivity she was demonstrating now. Eventually the pressure built so much that his panting, tense body, and desperate movements of his hips informed her that there was no more holding out. He was going to cum. She took him deeply in her mouth followed by shallow and quick sucks that developed a tension that was just too great. With a great relief he lifted his hips high and ejaculated into her mouth with multiple grunts of satisfaction. Rachel seemingly took it all in her stride, but was taken aback by the force and streams of fluid bursting into her mouth. She was filled with the engorged end of his penis that seemed to enlarge beyond unbelievable proportion and his endless amounts of semen.

George lay back exhausted. Rachel wiped her mouth clean before Manisa Escort running the tips of her fingers over his hot, firm, glistening body on her way back up the bed to join him with their heads next to each other. Still panting he turned to face her, his underwear still around his thighs. “O-o-Oh my god.” He stammered. “That was beyond amazing. So intense. I have never.” His breath was short as he panted between each statement. Rachel grinned.

“I’m glad I could give you a little of the experience you have me.” She kissed him. A full and passionate kiss. All pretence of their efforts to experience this night as anything other than two friends doing each other a ‘favour’ had well and truly disappeared. They both knew what they desired, and how the rest of the night was going to go.

Chapter Two: A complete submission

George kissed Rachel passionately, stroking her face and hair. Her hand was holding the back of his head as their bodies pressed against each other. He kissed her face, her eyes and cheek. His kisses moved towards her neck as she tilted her head to allow him better access. His kissed were soft and sensual. His fingers drew an outline of her collar bone and upper chest.

George rolled her over onto her back as his caresses continued towards her breasts. He took each one in his hands rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumb. Kissing her breasts and flicking her nipples with his tongue she moved her chest up towards him offering more encouragement.

Rachel ran her fingers through George’s hair occasionally pressing his mouth against her breasts as he nibbled and sucked her nipples with varying intensity and strength. She could feel the effects of his work as a wave of sexual energy began to move through her. As George continued, with enthusiasm to pleasure Rachel’s breasts with his mouth, he reached down to her groin, feeling her legs part, to touch around her already hot and wet pussy. Rachel’s breath became audible interspersed with gentle groans. She felt her feet and lower body getting hotter. The sensation grew and subsided deep within her muscles and skin.

With increasing regularity this feeling covered more of her body each time and began to prickle with more intensity. With each wave Rachel pressed her body more firmly against George’s attentions. Her breasts were being teased by his mouth like a butterfly was fluttering over them. A gentle, cooling breeze as he blew on her nipples. His fingers were pressed firmly against her clitoris moving a little but mostly with changing amounts of pressure like he was quite literally pushing her buttons.

The hot prickly sensations running now in near constant waves throughout her whole body had her writhing Under his touch. She could feel the tension building to such great heights as her body arched against his fingers as stiff as a board. She stopped breathing, body ridged, and eyes closed tight. Her mouth opened and then open further as if she was trying to scream, but the sound was strangled in her throat. Then, with her body shuddering with the release of her orgasm she finally breathed and slowly lowered her shaking hips.

George lifted his head to kiss her lips finding an exhausted woman with a hot breath waiting for him. Once Rachel had recovered she returned his kissed with more passion than ever before. She was entirely and completely grateful for one of the greats orgasms of her life, and she had already had two of those earlier. This man, a colleague she had pretty much ignored at work was making her feel like she had never before. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and complete satisfaction. Rachel knew however, that she desperately needed more.

Rachel placed her hands on George’s shoulders. As she raised herself to her knees she pushed him onto his back. She knelt above him. “I hope you have plenty of stamina, I want you to fuck me all night.” George grinned and raised his hips to assist in Rachel’s attempts to fully remove his underwear. Rachel placed her left knee alongside George’s hips as she swung her leg over his waist and pressed herself against his rock-hard cock. She bent down and kissed him passionately. Firmly, but slowly Rachel rubbed her hot and very wet flaming lips along his shaft. Her attentions brought groans of pleasure from both of them as she increased her pace. George raised his hips pressing himself against her. Once again Rachel could feel the creeping waves of pressure build inside her.

She raised herself to her knees and reached between her legs. Holding his phallus she moved her hand up and down over his shaft before guiding the tip to the entrance of her vagina. She engaged in the intensity of eye contact with George, watching his face as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis. She took him all with ease such was her arousal, but gasped as he filled her completely. She knew he was a well endowed man, but had not anticipated just how much she would feel stretched by him. With each of her movements on top of him she could feel the tension build more strongly within her and she knew another deep and powerful orgasm would soon consume her. Rachel threw her head back as her hips rose and rocked on his thick and powerful tool. It was not lost on her how much more intense each orgasm she experienced was getting and wondered how she would ever be able to give this up beyond tonight.

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It Happened Way Back When

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The following is a true story that just happened to me some time ago…

I sometimes get bored and tired when my woman turns me down for some basic loving. ESPECIALLY when it comes down to getting’ some head. Sometimes, I prefer that over getting in the pussy…ANYWAYS, here is my story.

So this one Saturday was a VERY lazy day; me and woman went out on Friday night and I had a few drinks (no lovin’ though) and I didn’t get out of bed until about 11AM. Oh well, I’m thinkin’- my woman’s at work until 5PM and I don’t have anything (or anyone) to do.

So around, 3PM, I finally motivate and get my ass out of the house. I go to the chicken shack, order some wings and fries for dinner and call mama bear to be ready to eat when I get there. She says to get something to drink with the food. Now, this is where the WOW begins…

So I get to the liquor store, open the door and notice this lady scooping down picking up some shit that fell out of her purse, I mean her ass was all in my path toward my Remy; any REDBLOODED dick slayer would have noticed her. At the same time, I also notice that she’s on her cell and has about 6 grocery bags full of various shit; apparently talking to someone to come and take her home.

Being the gentleman that I am, I help her pick up her shit and off handedly say to her “By the way, shawty, if he can’t come for you, I’ll gladly offer to take you home.” She smiles at me and continues talking on the phone, so I went to do my liquor shopping. I end up buying a fifth of Remy VSOP, a quart of Bacardi Limon and some OJ, Pineapple and cranberry juice (I planned on getting mama twisted and then see what positions I could get her into).

As I’m walking out, I noticed shawty is STILL waiting for a ride. She looks at me and says “were you serious about giving me a ride? I live about 5 minutes away from here but I don’t feel like walking-it’s too damn cold out there.” Again, I’m a gentleman, so I say to her, “I don’t know, you look a little suspect to me. Imma have to keep my eye on you shawty. You might try somethin’ and then imma have to retaliate.” All the while, smiling Kırşehir Escort at her with my devilish grin. She says back “I bet you will. I bet you will” and we commence to walking to my ride.

As we’re walking, we make small talk, and find out she’s single, has a kid who is not home until TOMORROW night, and that she has some GofG-Gift of Gab. She’s real cool and like she said, she was only about 7 minutes from where the liquor store was. Now, I’m the kind of guy that let’s game come to me-I spell out what I want, talk my shit and then let a chick decide the next move. Like I said earlier-I have mama bear at home waiting to get twisted and possibly perform some tricks for me!

So, we get to her apartment building, she says without hesitation-“hey, can you help me with my bags? I live on the first floor, apartment 105. I would like to reward your kindness somehow.” So, of course, I said “okay, but to be honest,your conversation has been payment enough.” Now mind you, from the first peep of shawty up to this point, I’m taking note that she’s a little shorter and thicker than I like (about 5’1″ and over 200 pounds) but her face, lips and her demeanor were giving me a MAD hard-on!

I was glad I had on jeans and not my normal slacks and shirt. So I figured, if she’s half as game as I think she is, I might just get my dick sucked-and I could REALLY use a sloppy blowjob. So she grins her own devilish grin and says, “Come on. It will be well worth your time.” And we commence to going to her apartment building. Like she said, she’s in apt 105, so it’s a short walk. Once we get to her spot, I say to myself ‘what the fuck, the worse she could say is NO, so why not go for it.’

So I say to her-“when did you say your daughter would be returning home”

“Tomorrow sometime. Until then, imma be all by myself.” And she pouts and licks her luscious lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. What about your man?”

“What man? I haven’t been with anyone for quite some time. I told you I was lonely.”

At that statement, I say to myself ‘OKAY, here it comes’

And she Kocaeli Escort says, “When will your woman be looking for you to come home? I would REALLY like to thank you for giving me a ride home. But I don’t have any money but I can think of other ways to say ‘thank you'”

“Oh, yeah? How would you do that?” and then I pull her to me, and help her take off her coat and gloves. And I coax her hand to my crouch.

She smiles, looks up at me, still rubbing my dick and says “You really are very direct, aren’t you? Now what should I do with this ‘thing’?”

I say, “Whatever you want, but those lips look awfully soft.”

“Oh, yeah, they do, hunh” and she pulls down my zipper and pulls out my dick and starts jacking him. At this point, I’m in hog heaven ’cause I KNOW that the only thing between me and a blow job from this chick is only her saying STOP-STOP means STOP in my book and if she said it, I woulda zipped up, apologized for being so forward and left. BUT-she kept jacking and says to me, “uh, hunh. Yeah. We have to do something about this right here. He looks like he needs some attention.”

She lets him go and says, “You wanna see what my bedroom looks like?” and starts walking to the back of her apartment. I, of course follow her shucking off my cap and leather coat leaving it in a chair in the hallway.

So we get to her bedroom, she shucks her sweater and bra and is now topless showing off the HUGEST titties I’ve ever seen. They have to be 48DD’s! Now, at this point, she says “Do you have any condoms? I REALLY wanna suck this dick but I need a condom,” and she commences to pulling on him again.

“Look here, I didn’t expect this to happen so; I don’t have any Trojans on me so she looks in her drawer-NO CONDOM! DAMN, I’m thinking, oh well. Maybe next time. But she says “Look, man. I have a kid and I kiss her all the time. Are you clean? I mean, really. It’s been SO long since I saw a dick, I REALLY want to suck yours.”

“Yeah, I’m clean. I don’t do this on the regular and I haven’t been doing anything” so with this said, she looks at me quizzically, and Konya Escort says for me to follow her into the bathroom where she hands me a clean towel and some soap. I get the picture and scrub his head and shaft real clean and then rinse off-I don’t want her to taste nothing but prime A-Class D-I-C-K.

After I wash and rinse, she indicates for me to sit on the side of her bed. Now it’s time for me to talk some shit-“So just how good is your head game, shawty? I like someone who knows how to work a dick. Is that you?”

In response, she straddles my thighs, pulls my pants all the way down to my ankles and then says “You might wanna take these all the way off. Once I get started, I REALLY get kinda lost in my work” so I take them all the way off (there would be NO explaining why the front of my jeans are so fuckin’ wet) and then get back on her bed. She straddles my thighs again and then repositions herself right in between my legs-I could tell this chick knew her way around a dick-and I was right.

She sucked my dick every way from Sunday to Saturday. I got a hum job, a ball licking, and for about a minute there, she was licking my ass-I had to stop her or else I was gonna start whimpering. Anyway, she was doing a FINE job, and after about 10 minutes of looking at her look up at me and then dive back down to sucking my dick, I told her I was about to bust a nut.

She just looked at me with her big ol eyes, smiled and kept sucking and humming-she was DEFINITELY a Master Degree earning Dick Sucker and I could tell she wanted to taste this nut. I grabbed her hair in my hand, started using her mouth like it was a pussy and pumped away and then “UNNNGGHHH!!” I drained my nuts in her mouth, on her cheek, in her hair and in her eyes. AND SHE KEPT SUCKING! MAN, what a fuckin’ find she was! My thighs and stomach were coated with my nut and her slobber and I was in HEAVEN! WHEW!

After about 3 minutes, in which time she was cleaning up the mess she made and licked my balls, thighs and stomach clean, I decided she was through. All I wanted to do was take a nap but I knew I had to get my ass outta there or mama bear would start blowing up my cell phone asking me where in the hell I was.

So eventually, I got her number and bounced with the promise that we would finish part two (fuckin’) later on that week. That, my friends is another story!!

What a Weekend!!

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Into the Bush Pt. 03

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In Parts One and Two, I introduce Paula to my farm by taking her on a walk, aiming to show her the patch of bush on it. We come to the pond and the pond meadow, then the bush track leads us to some small meadows just prior to the zigzag track up the hill. Paula hands me her panties as we start up the steep narrow track.

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As you climb ahead of me, and as I fall behind a little more, I can see right up your skirt at your nakedness. Each of your steps hides then reveals your delicious inner thighs, the beginning swell of your buttocks, the shape of your pussy between your legs.

“Stop. No, don’t turn round. Just bend forward a little. Hold it there. Now just spread your feet apart a little more. A little more. Yes, that’s right. Don’t move. Just stay like that a little longer. That’s right. Good girl.”

I pause, then ask, “Who are you, Paula?”

“I am your Hole, Master. Can you see enough? Do you want me to bend over a little more?”

“Yes, I do. And use your hands to open your hole for me.”

My cock is now straining against my underpants. Half of you is in bright sunlight, half of you is in shade. We are in the midst of a sea of green. The sky overhead is blue. I drink in the intense visual delights of you in this environment.

“Good girl, Paula. Let’s get going again.”

You take your hands away from your pussy, stand up and continue the climb. I readjust my cock in my jeans and follow you, unable to remove my eyes from your thighs and the flashes of other flesh that tease and delight Karabük Escort me.

Finally, after two more stops along the way, when I require you to bend over and open up to me, to my penetrating gaze, we reach the top of the Zigzag Track.

We have come in a large semi-circle, skirting the edge of the Bush since we first encountered it at the end of the Pond Meadow just before the entrance to the Bush Track.

You wonder if I intend to take you into the Bush at any point, or if I am avoiding it. Or maybe, in the same manner as I make love to you, maybe I am enjoying a slow dance around the edge of things, circling and subtly probing before moving closer to the centre.

As we pause at the top of the Zigzag Track, I pull your panties out of my pocket. I kneel before you and tell you to lift up your right foot. You reach down and place a hand on my shoulder to steady yourself. The hem of your shortened skirt, initially at the level of my nose, now rides up on your thighs. I can smell your body. I imagine I can hear the movement of its juices.

I put one leg of your panties over your still sandaled foot and hold it there at your ankle, turning my gaze upwards, along the line of your leg from calf to knee to thigh to cunt. I raise your foot a little higher, spreading your legs more, exposing more of your slit, loosening the outer lips through which the now-swollen folds of your inner lips protrude.

I raise your foot still further, and I see the outer lips open, bringing with them the inner Karaman Escort lips, revealing the inside lip walls, moist, red, the threshold to your vagina, my hole.

I place your raised foot on my knee to give you better balance, and I raise my hand to run one finger from your perineum, just in front of your anus, up past the mouth of your vagina to your clitoris. I watch your clit twitch and your whole inner lips contact at my touch.

Saliva has flooded my mouth. I swallow and lick my lips, slowly.

I then place your right foot on the ground and raise your left so that I might complete the introduction of your panties to the journey up your legs past your knees to your groin and butt. I smooth them over both of your buttocks with a slightly tremoring hand as I get off my knees and stand beside you.

Just a couple of metres away, to the right, is a narrow pathway that has been pushed through bracken into the Bush. I take your hand and lead you towards the dark entranceway ahead. In the midst of the bracken, I look back at you, your face flushed, your long fine hair covering half of it and falling across your upper body, your skirt high up on your graceful legs, a hint of perspiration at your neck, and your breasts heaving from the exertion of the climb and the arousal of my touch and of my visual penetration of you.

In a few short steps we journey from bright sunlight to darkness. We pause at the threshold of the Bush, waiting for our eyes to adjust. As we do so, we see that we are on Kars Escort a ledge a few metres above a large bowl of massive trees. The slope in front of us, dotted with ferns and small bushes, drops away steeply, and we have to negotiate it.

“Take off your skirt, Paula.”

You don’t question what I ask of you. You take it off and give it to me. You stand in the welcome cool shadows, bare legged and pink pantied, a yellow tee shirt outlining the contours of your upper body, and you wait for my lead.

With your skirt in one hand, I take a couple of paces downwards, bracing my feet on some fern roots. I hold out my hand to you and fasten my eyes on your pantied pussy as you step down to me, relying on me to prevent you from sliding uncontrolled down the slope.

I hold you to me for a moment while you find stable footing, then I take another couple of paces downwards before drawing you after me once again. For me there is an exquisite alternation of visual eroticism and physical stimulation as I watch your panties come to me and as I hold your body close.

In this manner, we make our way to the bottom of the bowl, and gaze around us.

It feels like we are in the heart of a great woods. The ground rises behind, in front and to the left of us, and it is hard to believe that open pasture is only a few metres away in those directions. To the right, the ground falls away, all the way down to the Bush Track that we so recently walked and the Manuka stream beyond, both invisible behind a wall of trees and bushes.

At our feet is soft cool earth upon which is a carpet of dry brown leaves and small dead twigs. The floor of the bowl also contains scattered patches of ferns and small bushes and twisting vines which reach all the way up to the canopy above. We prepare to push on.

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Slowly she got dressed after her shower. He was finally coming to see her. After six months of chatting sharing and teasing online, Mike was finally going to visit and they could finally meet.

Ami, was wondering what to wear so she picked a soft pink set of panties with matching bra. A pair of shorts tight, but not to tight, and a low cut tee shirt.

On her way to the airport, she was a bit nervous, but still excited as she though of all they had shared. Stories, details of love affairs and hot sexual encounters. She had revealed her deep inter self to this man who she had not ever met. The anticipation and excitement made her squirm a bit in the back seat.

At the airport she waited at the gate, the passengers were unloading and about 20 people had walked out of the gate when she saw him. Not a dashing stud, but exactly what she had envisioned from the pictures they had exchanged. As their eyes met they both broke into big smiles.

He quickly ran over to her taking her into his arms. She felt his desire for her as he held her close. His lips met hers as they softly kissed in the center of the gate area oblivious to any activity going on around them.

Hand in hand they headed towards the luggage area and a cab for her apartment.

In the cab, he again leaned close pulling her near as he put his arm around her. A kiss again this time deeper and a bit longer lasting. A preview of his desire for her as his tongue softly played with hers. Strong arms massaged her back and shoulders as they kissed.

A bit of tour guide as Ami pointed out some landmarks as they headed out of town for her home.

She leaned her head on his shoulder smiling at the peace she felt in his arms. Her “sole mate” had come to life and she was resting in his embrace.

She talked of plans for clubbing, special dinners at her favorite restaurant, a quiet İstanbul Escort bar she particularly enjoyed and a few of her friends that she wanted Mike to meet. This was going to be a special 4 days.

Once home, Mike quickly pulled her into his arms as the door closed and he dropped his suitcase on the floor.

His lips felt so warm and inviting as they engaged in a passionate long kiss. His hands roaming her back and teasing her bottom.. Arms pulling her pelvis to him. She felt his hardness through his jeans. His lips nibbled down her neck and shoulders, teasingly nipping at her ears tongue tickling as he went. His hands under her shirt caressing her nipples through her bra. feeling them swell for his fingers as they rubbed and stroked.

Lips and teeth nibbling lower he raised her shirt and his lips engulfed a nipple as he pulled it into his mouth. Sucking and nipping the swelling was good between his lips. His hands were rubbing and caressing her back hips and tummy as he alternately paid homage to both breasts causing the nipples to bloom in his mouth.

After an eternity his hands undid her shorts dropping then to the ground. On his knees he pulled her panties down as he spread her legs and pushed her bottom back against the hall way wall. Spreading her he inhaled her feminine musk, thumbs spreading her labia as his tongue dipped for the first sweet taste of her loving juices.

Pulling her clit into his mouth he teased it with tongue and teeth, wishing it to respond to his ministrations with a swelling and sensitivity. He could feel her push her hips towards his mouth and tongue indicating her desire for more. The entire time his hands were caressing her bottom and thighs, bringing thousands of goose bumps to her skin were the nails and hands had lingered.

He continued to lick and suck her swollen clit as his hands İzmir Escort reached up and played with her nipples. She for the first time, let out a moan and fell forward forcing him to grab her bottom to support her.

He looked lovingly up into her eyes. Both smiled as she looked at her Internet lover kneeling between her legs face covered with her wetness. Just like she had dreamed about so many times.

His licking became faster and she could feel herself tightening around his tongue as the first sign of her impending orgasm swelled her vagina’s lips. In her mind she could feel the powerful takeover of emotions that would sweep her into ecstasy as the powerful orgasmic forces began to take over her entire being.

Her eyes closed, she could feel her juices flowing and the powerful experience hit her sweeping all away from her mind but the thoughts of wonder as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.

Slowly Ami opened her eyes still shivering from the numerous aftershocks from the intense orgasm. She locked down to see Mike with his cheek against her pelvis, hands holding her hips against the wall to keep her from falling. She broke into a smile as she saw her juices shining on his face. He was looking up at her face with an adoring smile. ” Was that OK? ” he asked. “WOW!, OK it was terrific, it has been so long since I have experienced anything that intense.”

Mike slowly came to his feet, leaving slow wet traces of his tongue along her thighs, tummy, both nipples and neck. Ami shivered again as his strong arms pulled her to him. He leaned forward drawing her tongue deep into his mouth as the slowly kissed again. She tasted a mixture of her own juices mingled with a bit of peppermint from the mint Mike had obviously had just before he met her at the airport. She giggled, “you taste good” she whispered into İzmit Escort his mouth as the kiss lingered. Reaching down between his legs, her fingers caressed the obvious bulge that protruded through his jeans. “does that hurt? ” she inquired smiling at her new lover. He looked into her eyes and softly kissed both lids then placed another kiss on the tip of her nose. He broke into a big grin.

“Naw,” he said, but it would be much happier in a warm wet nest.

Mike picked her up and carried her into the bedroom depositing her on the bed. He started laughing as he looked at her. Hair all messed up, pink panties hanging from one ankle, shoes and socks still on and her own juices still glistening on her inner thighs. You sure are cute he giggled just as I imagined you many times as we chatted online. Mike slowly lifted his shirt above his head and leaned over removing his shoes and socks. Then he undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.

Walking slowly to the bed he climbed above and slipped his engorged penis into the warm wet nest that awaited between her spread legs. Gasping as he entered, Ami thrust her pelvis up to meet him as he slowly sank to the bottom of her wetness. Their lips again met as Mike slowly started long slow movements of his hips bringing himself almost totally out before plunging back into the warmth and wetness that felt so heavenly. He could feel the warmth that was being generated from his thrusts and the wetness increased again as his thrusts became more urgent.

His hands caressed her nipples as they continued to kiss. Movement and moans from both lovers soon filled the room as the intensity of there love making increased. Feeling her start to gush with wetness and a heat that was almost burning, he grabbed her hips and pulled himself into her as deeply as possible as he exploded…. She could feel the pulsing as wave after wave of his orgasm filled her and mingled with her own wetness. They both collapsed in a moment of complete peace.

Rolling over, he took her into his arms gazing into her eyes. Fingers softly caressing her back… they both fell into a deep restful sleep.

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Indian Maid Made It For Me

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I am Tarun. I was aged 34 and my wife Tina aged about 30 years. We were married since the last eight years. I was about 5 ft. 8 inches; suave, fair and a handsome guy. We enjoyed married life in the best of way initially. We had sex almost two to three times a day. As time went by and responsibilities increased; this went down to once a day and then once in two or three days. Even after eight years of marriage, I enjoyed sex (which man does not?). However, the same was not the case with my wife. It was true that our sex life had reached a stage of stagnation. And was surely not what it had been.

There was monotony and lack of novelty. In bed, Tina ignored my sexual initiatives. Frankly my enthusiasm for sex with my wife Tina had also weakened. It was not because my wife was not beautiful. Far from it, she was very attractive and cared for her body and appearance. She was easily the best eye catcher in their colony. I could detect lust in some male eyes and envy in women, whenever I went around with her to public places such as market, movie theaters etc. However, she strictly shunned any hint of overtures from others and flatly rejected outright any proposal from me of non conventional sexual engagement.

Due to normal house problems, Tina was more worried about things other than sex. I was dissatisfied with our sex life because my wife hinted all the time that she was no longer interested in sex.

Hit by the monotony of routine sex, I developed some kinky feelings for sex in my mind. I had heard of wife swap, threesome etc. Such ideas excited me and I tried occasionally to talk to my wife Tina on such matters. She simply brushed them off, saying that I was a pervert to even think that. I was getting sexually restless; to say the least. My wife was not the least bit interested in any such non conventional sexual engagement and she made it clear to me in no uncertain terms, not once but as many times as I raised this issue.

We had a house maid, who came to do the house hold chores three times during morning at about 8 am, afternoon at about 1 pm and late evening at about 7 pm. She was quite a woman. She had round face with chubby cheeks. She was short but very agile and active. She came like a whirl wind, walking fast and would finish the work in no time and left. She was well built with curves in right places. She had big breasts, which caught my attention instantly. She moved seductively with her hips swaying in poetic motion. Her boobs moved as if they were inviting attention, when she walked hurriedly. Sometimes, I suspected that she enjoyed the stares, which movements of her boobs attracted by the hapless male onlookers. There was one quality in her, which I liked the most, which was that she loved to talk.

I heard her and Tina talking about small things regarding work or her house hold problems. She talked about her husband, who drank and beat her. She was short of money almost all the time. She had two kids. Perhaps her husband drank her income and left little to feed the family. Several times, she came to sweep the floor near me and asked me to move my feet away. She smiled mischievously as she asked me to move my feet. I smiled back with more mischievous look and stare at her boobs, if Tina was not looking. I sensed an undertone of something she had wanted to convey, but could not.

One morning, Tina was in the toilet. The maid was sweeping. She came near me and gave me the same mischievous look. However, that time, she did not ask me to move my leg. Instead, she came near my leg, moved my leg aside with a push of her thigh and made room to bow down to sweep the floor. I could clearly see her cleavage from where I was sitting. She also saw me staring at her boobs. She bent more so that I would have a better look at her boobs.

I suddenly had an idea. I had a hundred Rupee note in my pocket. I quickly looked around. My wife was still in the bathroom and I knew that she would take some more time. I slipped the hundred Rupee note in her cleavage. I controlled myself taking care to avoid touching her boobs. I pressed my index finger on my lips and said in her ears, “This is between you and me. Do not tell madam or Giresun Escort anyone else. When you need money badly, come to me.”

I saw an expression of great relief and gratitude. I was sitting on the bed whilst she was bending in front of me to sweep. She also looked around. Ensuring that we were alone, she brushed her breasts deliberately on my face and walked away looking back at me with a look full of mischief. I was turned on at her gesture and knew that she had signaled to me that I could go for her at an appropriate time. I signaled her to come closer and whispered in her ears, “Today evening at about 4 pm, I will be here, when Madam will be away. She has a kitty party and shall be away for about to hours. Will you come then?” She looked at me, smiled, nodded and got back to work.

When Tina came out of the bathroom, I told her that I was not feeling too well. She appeared concerned. She asked me what the matter was. I pretended some illness and said that I was not feeling comfortable and needed some rest. I said, “There is a lot of work in the office. I have to go in the morning. I can only come back and rest in the afternoon.”

Tina said, “In that case, you can come home and lie down. I shall be away for the kitty party, but will be back at about 5.30 pm. You can take some pain killers and sleep until I return.” The maid heard our talk. When Tina was not looking, I showed three fingers to her, to indicate that she should come at 3 pm. She nodded to indicate that she understood.

I left my office by two pm. Before I reached home, I phoned my wife to ensure that she had left. I was excited and thrilled in anticipation of things to come. I reached home almost half an hour after Tina left the house. I opened the door with my key and left the doors open. I waited in the drawing room, with abated breath to see if the maid would indeed arrive. To my surprise, she came almost half an hour earlier, than agreed time. She came in without knocking. I could see that she was also equally excited and nervous. She was uncertain unlike in the morning. She stood in a corner, as if awaiting further orders from me. I bolted the doors, sat on the sofa and asked her, if she had anything to eat. She said that she had. I then asked her if she would like to have a cup of tea and if she can make a cup of tea for us both. She smiled gratefully and said that she will make tea in no time. We both had tea.

I extended my arms to signal her to come in my arms. She came hesitatingly into my arms. She had gone to her house, washed and cleaned herself. She smelled fresh of soap fragrance. I raised her chin and brought her mouth to mine. I could feel her heavy breathing. She was quite ill at ease. I doubted, if she had been kissed before; because she reacted clumsily to my moves to kiss her. However, after initial confusion and hesitation, she gradually learned the art of kissing. When I spent a little bit of time in inserting, withdrawing and sucking her tongue, she reciprocated the same artistically and enthusiastically.

I reached her back and felt for her blouse buttons. I quickly opened them. Her bra was not the conventional one but a cloth stitched to make a bra. She quickly removed it. She was fully top less then. I felt her luscious breasts in my hands. They were firm and big. Her nipples were rather long and firmly erect. They looked like nipples of baby’s feeding bottle. They were dark chocolate color. (I love chocolates!). Her areolas were also quite larger than most women. There were goose pimples on the areolas. It was obvious that she was also aroused.

I massaged her breasts for quite some time. It was a treat to experience her breasts in my palms. They were tight and yet flexible. She seemed to lose control of her mind when I kissed her breasts. She let out a mild hiss, when I kissed her boobs. When I bit her one nipple under my teeth, she let out a barely audible cry saying, “Saab, please…” I saw her massaging her pussy over her petticoat with one of her hands. She must be leaking juices.

She fumbled to search for my penis in my trousers. She could feel my erection under the pajama. She manipulated my Gümüşhane Escort cock for a few seconds with one hand and then wanted me to uncover it. I opened the zip and took the cock out. By that time, my rod had become rock hard. She took it in her palm and felt it for some time. She said, “You are really big. Yours is bigger than my husband.”

She began shagging my cock. I lifted her up in my arms, took her to the bedroom, laid her on bed, lay beside her and climbed over her. I locked my lips on her and kissed her hard. This time she was not found wanting. She kissed back with vengeance. She caught my shirt and pulled it hard. She wanted to feel my naked skin. I quickly removed my shirt. I simultaneously threw away my pajama. I was on top of her naked from top to bottom.

She wrapped me in her arm and scratched my back ferociously. I had scratches on my back. I cried out in pain. It was pain driven by pleasure. She was turning out to be a tigress in bed. She nibbled my neck, my tummy, my navel and reached down to begin kissing my cock. We were now in 69 position. I began to kiss her pussy. Her pussy was leaking profusely. Her initial hesitation and confusion disappeared. She was an expert in the art of satisfying her lover. From the way she was making love to me, I knew that she had mastered the art of sex. She sucked and handled my testicles so artfully that I was almost getting over the edge.

I wanted to last and make an impression on my new found lover. I halted her and made he remove her petticoat. She was wearing a panty, which she removed in jiffy. She now stood naked in front of me. She stood slightly bent sideways in an awkward pose, perhaps thinking of trying to hide her vanity. Her hands were half raised. She was uncertain whether to cover her nudity by hands was appropriate or not. In the process, she looked beautiful. If only she had the money to get some beauty treatment, she would be more beautiful than the women she was serving.

I took her in my arms and asked her, if she had any lover in addition to her husband. She innocently told me that they had a neighbor in their previous colony. This man was kind and helpful. He helped her now and then. He saved her from her husband’s cruelty and beating. He was a Dada (strong man) of the locality. Her husband was mortally scared of him. Whilst they were in that locality, her husband did not have the courage to beat her or even insult her. She felt obliged to him. She admitted that she had surrendered to him and he had become her lover. He was a skilled lover and had a big cock. However, she emphasized that his cock was almost as big as mine.

She was quite exited talking to me about her ex-lover. She lovingly handled my cock in her hands. I inserted my fingers into her pussy and began finger fucking her hard. She was very wet between her legs. My finger fucking made her cry out with pleasure. She wanted me to fuck her there and then. I climbed her. She held my tool in her one hand and located it at her hole. She rubbed my rod on her pussy lips and pushed it in with her fingers. I was poking at her love hole in an eagerness to get it in. As soon as my cock was located in the right place, I heaved it in. It slipped in easily with her hole fully lubricated with her juices and my pre-cum.

It was an exhilarating experience to fuck her. She participated as if I was her lover. It looked as if she was highly aroused. I did not know if it was indeed the case or she was trying to please me. I must have fucked her for just a few minutes, when I was on the edge to eject. I looked down on her inquiringly. She said, “Release it into me saab (sir). I will not be pregnant. I have had family planning done. I was fed up with my husband. I did not want to have any more children from him. Please fill me with your virility. With one thrust I ejaculated in her. A huge load my semen burst into her. She sighed, feeling warmth of released semen in her uterus. She raised herself from under me and kissed me wrapping her arms around my neck.

She said in a simple native dialect, “Thank you saab. You may feel that you seduced me. However, the fact is that I have Hakkari Escort felt today after a long time, that someone has respected me as a woman. You have given me love and respect, which even my husband has not given me in my married life.”

I felt so touched with her statement in her own simple style. I once again climbed on her and kissed her on her lips. I kissed her all over her body and said, “It is not you, it is I, who has felt honored. You have given me love that only a good wife gives. I thank you.”

That night, surprisingly, Tina expressed her desire for sex. That was perhaps the first time in some weeks. I was not very enthusiastic. I sulked and turned my back on her. She thought that I was unhappy with her lack of interest in sex and hence was angry. She caressed my back rather enthusiastically. I let out a mild cry cried out in pain, when her fingers touched the scratches on my back. She got up from bed and turned on the light. She raised my night dress and saw the scratches. She was surprised to see them. She laughingly told me, “Looks like there is another woman in your life. How did you scratch your back?”

I gave her some flimsy explanation. Although she did not speak, I knew that she was not fully convinced. A seed of suspicion was planted in her mind.

In the subsequent weeks, whenever, we could, we (I and the maid) had sex. I paid her regularly. Tina noticed change in chemistry between me and the maid. She suspected something wrong, but was too unsure to level allegation. She also pointed to me of my repeated absence from work in the evenings. She did not make an issue out of this. However, I knew that my affair with the maid was nearing the end. I tried to keep any talk with the maid to minimum.

Time passed quickly. One day, the maid left our employment. Perhaps there was some strong discussion between the two ladies about me.

That night, I was surprised to find my wife making sweet gestures.. She came into my arms. She was extra ordinarily romantic. After our initial foreplay, she casually asked me, if I flirted with the maid. I thought for a few seconds and decided that I would be frank with her. I replied that I did. She then dropped a bombshell. She said that she knew that I had sex with the maid and that I had not been loyal to my wife. After saying that, she cried for a considerable time. I stood watching her like an idiot, not knowing what to say or how to console her. From that day, she reduced her verbal exchanges with me to bare minimum.

I knew that she had felt hurt and all my efforts to placate her proved to be in vain. I knew that she thought about this, whenever she had the time and I was sure that sooner or later this topic will surface in our talks, when I shall be better equipped to bring her to normalcy. It was not her nature to keep anything within her heart and this would be no exception. And it did happen one night in bed, when I made an attempt to try to cajole her into having sex. I knew that she had not yet overcome the pain of the incident. However, I wanted to get it to the surface and deal with it, if possible.

When I took her in my arms and began to fondle her breasts and kiss her, she moved away. I saw tears in her eyes. Recalling the maid incident, she asked me how I would have reacted, if the shoe was on the other foot (if she had flirted with a guy). I told her that if she was frank and open and if she confided in me about her desire for an extra marital fling; I would not only permit her but would encourage her to enjoy another man, if he was acceptable to me also. I said that in such a case, even I would love to join with the man. I told her that times had changed. The earlier taboos were being given a go by. Couples were becoming more open with each other and expressed their hidden desires.

She did not say anything. However, the thought and talk of sex beyond the two of us, aroused me (and perhaps her also). This was the first time that she had even hinted at the hypothetical possibility of her having sex with someone else.

Since that talk, the attitude of my wife changed. She made attempts to be more open with me. She became slightly more interested in sex than before. I took that as a blessing in disguise. Perhaps she blamed herself that I had sex with the maid because she had been unable to satisfy me.

Several months later, we were transferred to Delhi. We took a flat on rent in a DDA colony in south Delhi.

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In Her Daughter’s Room

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Stephanie’s heart started racing and she felt herself beginning to get wet as she read the text.

“Take your clothes off and go into Amanda’s room.”

A month ago, she never would’ve dreamed that she would get this turned on by such a taboo act, but all that changed the night she met Matt. It had started innocently enough with some flirting at the bar but a couple of drinks and a few amazing kisses later she had brought him back to her home. She tried resisting when he pulled her into her daughter’s bedroom, but the sheer naughtiness of allowing herself to be taken on her teenage daughter’s bed overwhelmed her and she had submitted. Since then, each time they would meet, she would get more and more taboo. She realized that Matt got off on pushing her boundaries, but she had never expected that she would get off on it too.

She nervously eyed the clock as she walked through the house naked. “Stop worrying,” she told herself. Her daughter Amanda was spending the weekend at a friend’s house. “No one will ever know what a kinky slut you are. No one except Matt.”

Her cell phone rang just as she reached Amanda’s bedroom door. She answered and heard Matt’s voice. “Hello my sexy little slut. Are you in her room yet?”

“I’m just walking in,” she replies. She opens the door and walks into her 18 year old daughter’s bedroom. It’s almost a teenage girl cliché. A few boy band posters on the wall. Pink everywhere.

Steph could almost hear the grin in Matt’s voice as he said, “Good. I let myself in earlier today and put something on her bed for you. Put it on and I’ll be back there in 10 minutes,” then hung up.

At first she was confused. The only things on the bed were some of Amanda’s clothes. Then she realized that they weren’t just random clothes, it was an outfit. Midriff baring T-shirt, miniskirt, panties and knee high socks. “Is he high?” she thought. Sure Amanda had gotten to the point where she actually Çorum Escort was borrowing some of her mom’s clothes, but Steph didn’t believe that she could fit in her daughter’s. Or could she? Everything else she had tried with Matt had been so hot, what could it hurt to try them on.

She walked over to the bed and recognized the shirt as the one Amanda had been wearing a couple of days ago. Had he pulled them out of the hamper? Then she noticed the panties and it clicked. Matt rummaging through her daughter’s dirty clothes, touching her underwear and picking out a pair of dirty panties for her mom to wear. “Did he sniff them?” she wondered. She picked them up. Innocent white cotton bikini briefs. Almost unconsciously, she brings them up to her face and inhales, smelling her daughter’s sweat and pussy juices in them even after a few days. A brief sense of shame washes over her, but is quickly replaced by lust as she feels how wet her pussy is getting. It’s so wrong but it’s making her feel so good.

She bends over, steps into her daughter’s panties and pulls them up. They’re a little snug but they fit. She immediately becomes aware of her juices making the fabric moist. The thought of her pussy rubbing against the same fabric that her daughter’s had also rubbed against causing her to become even wetter.

Next she slips on the t-shirt. Matt hadn’t left out a bra. She quickly realizes why he wants her braless, as the feel of the tight fabric rubbing against her nipples sends electric tingles throughout her body.

She just finishes putting on the skirt and rolling up the knee high socks when she hears the front door open and someone coming up the steps. She takes a quick look in the mirror to check herself out when the door opens.

“Amanda, what have I told you about dressing like such a slut?” Matt says as he walks into the room.

Stephanie is stunned to hear him call her by her Denizli Escort daughter’s name. “Um…Uh…” she stammers.

“Answer me young lady,” he interrupts her. He crosses his arms and stares at her sternly, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

That same awkward mix of shame and lust wash over her as she can’t believe she’s about to play along with this. “Y…you told me that I need to dress appropriately. Like a proper young lady.”

“That’s right,” he replied. She could see the satisfaction on his face that she was submitting to his game. “But here you are again, dressed like that. Why? Do you like the way it gets boys to look at you?”

“Yes sir,” she answers.

“But you don’t just do it for the boys in your school, do you?” he pushes. “You’re getting a lot of attention from their dads and your teachers too, aren’t you? You like the way they look at you, don’t you?”

She barely realizes that she says “Yes sir,” as she visualizes what he’s saying. Imagining her teacher’s lingering glances at her legs trying to get a glimpse up her skirt in class. Or a classmate’s father ogling her tight teenaged ass.

“You like showing off around the house too. Running around the house in just a t-shirt and panties. Teasing daddy. Don’t you?” He stepped closer to her.

Her answer comes out in barely a whisper, “Yes, daddy.”

His erection, barely contained by the thin fabric of his slacks, rubs against her hip as he stands next to her. She feels his breath on her neck. “Do you feel what your teasing is doing to daddy?” he asks.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she replies as her hand reaches out and rubs his cock. “Don’t be mad. Please, let me make it up to you.”

He leans in and kisses her roughly. Hands reaching under her skirt, grabbing her ass and pulling her against his body. His fingers find her soaking wet pussy. He moans into her mouth, “If you’re going to dress like Diyarbakır Escort a little slut, maybe daddy needs to start treating you like one.” Then turns her around and bends her over the bed.

She feels him lift up her skirt and pull Amanda’s panties to the side exposing her aching pussy. “Please daddy. I need you so badly,” she giggles as she hears his pants unzipping. He enters her roughly. She’s so wet that his thick shaft slides into her effortlessly. “Fuck me daddy! Oh God yes!!”

His hands grab her hips and pull her to meet his every thrust. His cock sliding in and out. In and out. She moans loudly and pulls at her daughter’s bedsheets as waves of ecstasy radiate through her body. Seeing her daughter’s pictures on the wall causes her to feel guilty again but that is quickly overcome though as her orgasm builds and she climaxes loudly. “FuckMeFuckMeFuckMe!! GodYesDaddy!! FuckYourLittleGirl!!”

He pulls out and flips her over on her back. She sees her juices glistening on him as his cock bounces in the air briefly before he re-enters her. He kisses her neck and ear and whispers, “I forgot to mention. Amanda called earlier when I was setting everything up. Her friend has the flu so she’ll be home after school like normal.” He sees the panic in her eyes as she realizes that her daughter will be home any minute now. Her mind screaming at her to stop and clean up but he feels too good inside her. Another orgasm is building, driven by the added risk and the feel of his thick cock thrusting inside her. She cums again even harder this time and he thrusts as deeply into her as he can and moans loudly. She feels him explode inside her.

Panting, she can’t catch her breath as he rolls off of her. His cum dripping out of her pussy and soaking her daughter’s sheets. He leans over to her and kisses her. His hands pull her panties back into place, catching his cum and holding it against her freshly fucked pussy.

He gets up, tucks his cock back into his pants and walks to the door. “Amanda should be getting off the bus any second now. I’d better go,” he says. “When you take these panties off, make sure you put them in with Amanda’s clean underwear so she accidentally can wear them.”

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Husband is Short, Wife goes Long

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My wife and I were traveling across country. To pass the time, we talked and “explored” each others’ thoughts and opinions. When the topic of sexual fantasies came up, we were both a little reluctant to completely confess our deepest and darkest desires.

I turned about 3 shades of red when she asked me what my kinkiest fantasy was. This was met with lots of laughter from her.

“Well it must be VERY good if you are too embarrassed to tell me.” she teased.

I kept it close to my chest because I just felt she would be put off with my deepest and darkest desires.

We stopped for gas, and an early lunch – my suggestion.

“Oh THIS is not over Dear… ” my wife warned me.

I pumped some gas and took care of the car while she went in and emptied her tank. We got some drive through food and got back on the open road. We ate and pointed out different cars, far off license plates, unusual bill boards and road signs.

When I finished my last fry, it was like a starting gun went off.

“So are you Bi?” she inquired.

I scowled at her, “No.”

“Want to dress up in my clothes?” she hammered away at me.

“No… but I would like to get between YOU and your clothes…” I said suggestively.

She laughed. “Tell me and I will take them ALL off right here… RIGHT NOW.”

“REALLY?” I asked – completely surprised.

“Tell me before I count down to one… TEN…” she said seductively.

“Nine…” she teased a little more.

I blurted out, “I want to watch YOU with another woman!!”

“WHAT?” she cried out.

“Just WATCH… Nothing more.” I said in an apologetic tone.

“That’s it?” she said.

“Well… for now.” I teased.

“Tell me MORE Honey.” she coaxed me.

“Tell me why your clothes are still ON… Dear.” I shot back.

With a bit of a scowl, she kicked off her flip flops, pulled her shirt off, popped off the bra and slid out of her shorts.

“Happy?” she snapped.

“Panties too!!” I demanded.

HUMMPPFF… she mumbled as the thong panties made their way onto the pile on the floor.

“Seat belt Dear…” I said.

She was not pissed but she was not as cheerful as she was 15 minutes ago. We cruised through Monument Valley on our way to Las Vegas.

“I like this new arrangement.” I said in a smart ass tone.

“How long do I have to sit here naked?” she abruptly asked.

“This was YOUR idea… ” I reminded her.

“Well all bets are off if you keep speeding…” she yelled at me.

I slowed down to the posted speed limit. A few cars passed us and she would duck down but NEVER tried to cover up. She was a good sport about things, and that was ONE character trait I did admire about her. The sun was going down, so the risk of exposure was diminishing.

She rode naked for almost 2 hours before we had car trouble.

A puff of steam rolled out from under the hood and the temperature light came on. She scrambled to put her shirt and shorts on before the car came to a stop on the shoulder.

We both had the same cell phone carrier and the coverage in this area was horrible. She got out of the car to try for a better signal in the ditch of the road and I scooped up her bra and panties and stuffed them in the glove box.

“One of life’s little bonuses” I told myself.

While she was in the ditch yelling into her phone I popped the hood to see if there was anything within my skill level that I could repair.

NOPE.

As I was surveying the engine and looking for something obvious, a greasy tow truck pulled up in front of the car. A portly older man got out and greeted us. I noticed he made no effort to hide the fact that he was eye-fucking my wife right in front of me. The fact that she was not wearing a bra (or panties) helped me realize that he was doing the same thing I would be if the roles were reversed. I took on the attitude that maybe we could get better service from a horny mechanic with her around so I didn’t make a scene. Its not like we were willing to wait for the next tow truck…

Our “Savior” was Chet. He was just coming from a call where he delivered a car to an auto dealer. He was on his way back to the garage when he happened upon us.

“I’m pretty sure he saw Andrea in the ditch on her phone with hardly anything on and decided to stop BEFORE he saw me under the hood.” I told myself.

But it didn’t matter… we were no longer stranded.

As Chet hooked up the rigging we watched from the ditch. Once the car was locked into place, he motioned for us to get in the truck and away we went.

Andrea sat in the middle and I rode “shotgun”. We made small talk with Chet but the radio kept squawking.

“The shop is open ’til 6 tonight. I will pull in and drop your car along a chain link fence with the rest of the customers’ cars. Chances are we will get to it first thing in the morning. We lock the yard and we have security cameras through the week. We pay for a security guard but only on the weekends. You’ll wanna talk to Alex in the office. Once Adana Escort I have the car on the ground, I will bring the keys in so you can get your things, lock it up and then call a cab for the nearest hotel.” Chet told us.

“I really appreciate you stopping on your way back… I know you could get into a little trouble because of that.” I said.

“Ah… I’m not too worried about it. I’m related to the owner.” I replied.

“Job Security!!” I jokingly stated.

Chet chuckled but that was about all I got out of the crowd. Andrea was still pissed at me and completely uncomfortable riding so close to a complete stranger with nothing more than a thin sheet of cotton between her warm moist pussy and his imagination.

A few minutes later, Chet brought the old truck to a rest in front of a greasy shop with a sun faded door that had “OFFICE” stenciled on it years ago. I helped Andrea out of the truck and slipped Chet a $20.

“THANK YOU SIR!!” he said as he gave me a nod before easing the truck to the far side of the lot.

“I’m sure naked pictures of my wife would have gotten you to FIX the damn car on the side of the road… but this will do.” I told myself.

Andrea glared at me. “REAL FUCKING FUNNY… You ASS hole!!”

I played dumb. “What?” I replied.

“You KNOW what you sonofabitch!!” she growled.

I opened the door and held it open for Andrea. Inside the “Office” was a couple of stained couches and some folding chairs. On the chairs there were small piles of old car magazines. Framed photos of race cars filled the walls. Chet was a champion of sorts and judging by the number of trophies that filled the shelves, he was very good. There was no carpeting. The concrete floor had been painted and the wall mounted AC units were blowing full blast. There was an older TV set that had the news on. It felt 30 degrees cooler inside and Andrea instantly felt the change. She crossed her arms in front of her hardened nipples and scowled at me.

“Don’t frown Baby… ” I teased.

She mouthed “FUCK YOU” to me.

Alex was nowhere to be found. We waited patiently for someone to appear. We could hear the radio squawking.

The toilet flushed behind a closed door and we heard the water from the sink running.

“Ah… That makes sense.” I told myself.

Andrea took a stance behind me with her back to the counter.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6:05.

The door opened and a tall red headed woman with a grease smudge on her cheek appeared. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she had on a pair of light blue coveralls. A white and dark blue tag on her chest read “Alex”.

“Sorry Folks… we closed at six… if the door was unlocked its because I am waiting for my tow truck driver to get back.” she said.

“Would that be Chet?” I asked.

She gave us both a different look.

“You must be the couple he found on the side of the road.” she said.

“Yes” Andrea spoke up.

“He is dropping the car right now. Our phones do not work, could you call us a cab?” I asked.

“No… You all have been through enough today. I drive by half a dozen hotels on my way home… I can give you all a lift.” Alex told us.

I couldn’t help but notice how she gave Andrea a second look while talking to her and while listening to me.

A few seconds later, Chet slipped through the door and dropped the keys in my hands.

Alex had slipped in the back to grab some work orders.

“Did Alex take care of you all?” he asked.

Andrea spoke up, “Yes… even offered us a ride as soon as we are done with the work order business.”

Chet smiled, “Good… I guess we’ll see you all tomorrow some time. G’Night!!”

Alex returned and gave Chet a scornful look. I hoped there wouldn’t be a scene.

As I filled out the paperwork, Andrea looked around the office at the photos.

“Why don’t you all grab what you need out of the car for the night and I will lock up. I will just take the keys with me and then we will get it in first thing in the morning.” Alex suggested.

We walked out to the car and grabbed a few things and stuffed them into one bag.

“You may want to check out the glove box when we get to the car…” I teased Andrea.

“ASSHOLE” she replied.

Alex met us at the car and then drove us to the hotel. “This place has a shuttle that WILL take you to the shop in the morning. I know their number, so make sure you let them know you are expecting a call from me. If it is more than $150 I will call before we do any work. Fair enough?”

“Yes… THANK YOU very much.” Andrea replied.

We checked in and had to get a more expensive room than we had planned on. With no car, our choices were limited.

Andrea was still pissed over my little stunt. She settled in, brushed her teeth and went to bed wearing an old T-shirt. When I started to rub her shoulder, she shut me down with just a few words, “Unless you want to walk to the ER to have them sew your fingers back on, I suggest you just go Adıyaman Escort to sleep.”

“OUCH” I thought to myself.

Around 10:00 the next morning Alex called us with some bad news.

“The repairs are going to be $400. The radiator needs $230 worth of repair work, or I can get a new one for $220. I suggest going with the new radiator. The upper hose ruptured, so we have to replace that one and driving in this Nevada heat, you will want the lower one replaced NOW as well. With all of that, a new thermostat, temp sending unit, flushing the system and the antifreeze, we are at $415.00.” she gravely stated.

“Do you want us to proceed?” Alex asked.

“FUCK ME” I thought to myself… we don’t have that kind of money… but we had no choice.

“How soon can the work be done?” I asked.

“We could have you back on the road by 4:00 today.” she said.

“Okay… lets do it.” I replied.

“Great… We will see you around 3:30 / 4:00 this afternoon.” CLICK

I pulled Andrea aside and let her know the news about the car. Then I told her how much it was going to cost… and how much I had with me.

“I have some cash stashed in a hidden compartment in my purse.” she said.

She pulled her purse off the back of the chair and split the Velcro.

“FUCK” she snapped… “I loaned it to my sister and never got it back before the trip.”

“I have a PLAN B…” I said in a monotone voice.

“We are NOT going to gamble with our car repair money.” she reasoned. “We’ll just turn back and go home after we get the car fixed.”

“I have a PLAN B that doesn’t involve gambling…” I stated.

Andrea stared at me with a blank look on her face. “WELL?? Spill it!!”

“Did you notice how Chet looked at you?” I asked.

“Yes… fucking crept me the hell out too!!” she replied.

“Well I thou-” Andrea interrupted me with her finger in the air

“FUCK NO!!” Andrea yelled.

“You go down there and YOU suck his cock!!” she yelled.

“NO. NO. NO. Not even CLOSE!!” I shot back.

She calmed down, slightly and glared at me. She wanted to know where this was going.

“So did you notice how ALEX looked at you?” I asked.

The scowl on her face ran away. She even blushed a little.

“It was very cold in that office… and some FUCK HEAD hid my panties and my bra.” she yelled at me.

“So maybe you go back down there… Commando and see if you can get us a discount of some kind?” I suggested.

“WHAT?” Andrea yelled. “THAT is the DUMBEST idea I have EVER heard you say…”

“Think about it…” I said in a calm and even voice.

“I’m not even going to consider this dumb-assed idea…” she replied.

Silence filled the room.

“I’m Hungry” she said (almost pouting)

“Me too… I wish we could eat.” I joked.

We had JUST enough cash to get the car repaired and get home if we drove straight through.

Andrea looked at a brochure. “Hey… Free Breakfast with a room card next door.”

We bolted out of the room and got a booth. We sat and had coffee with our “free breakfast”. We didn’t talk too much.

After the second cup of coffee, Andrea broke the ice, “Soooo… How does this little sick scenario play out in your head?”

I started in with the “Grand Plan” that I had hatched in my head, “You get dressed in the skimpiest thing you have with you right now… even if we have to cut up a good shirt to make it even sexier than it already is… we do it. No panties. No bra. You take cash with you to pick up the car and you go a little late (close to quitting time).” I opened up.

“With any luck, all the other customers will be gone and that will leave you and Alex there to settle up.” I concluded.

“Okay… and HOW do I suggest that I trade my body for a discount?” Andrea asked.

I continued, “You count out $250… pick it all up and count it out again. Then you blame ME for not giving you enough cash to cover the bill.”

“And she will just magically say “OKAY” and let me walk out?” Andrea asked (pissed off).

“No…” I replied. “You look at her with those sexy eyes of yours and you ask if there is any way you can make up the difference.”

Andrea blushed a little. “I don’t know…”

“You have the rest of the cash in a different compartment in your purse.” I smiled as I said this to her. “You will have to read her to see if things are going to happen or if they are NOT going to work out. If she is willing to take YOU in exchange, then you keep the rest of the money and have some fun with Alex. Get the car, come back here and pick me up… then we go home.”

“And if she doesn’t want to “Play with Me”? she asked.

I replied, “She’d be a damn FOOL to pass up such a hot body that belongs to such a giving lover…”

SIGH…

We finished our Danishes in silence and then left.

Check-out was 2:00. The shuttle service stopped running at 3:30. Andrea and I showered and got dressed for the day. We made our way to the lobby and checked out Afyon Escort a little late. At 3:30 Andrea got on the last shuttle and went to the shop.

She was wearing an old ZZ Top Concert Tour shirt that we had cut the neck out of and then “V cut” the neck line to show off her cleavage. She wore cut off jean shorts that were faded and had a few separation holes in the back pockets. I ripped one a little more so her thigh would show even more. She had put on some perfume and a pair of high heeled cork sandals. She was nervous as hell.

In her purse, I had stuffed $255 in small bills in the main compartment of her purse. In a side pocket, I put another $150. I kissed her goodbye and waited in the lobby for what would be the LONGEST afternoon of my life.

Andrea got to the shop about 3:45 / 4:00. She walked into the office and there were a few other customers there patiently waiting.

Alex looked up from the desk and smiled, “Hey Andrea… Its not quite ready yet… be about another hour. Do you want to wait here or can I take you someplace? I was just getting ready to go grab some lunch.”

Andrea looked around. “I could use a change of scenery…”

Alex smiled and nervously grabbed some keys. She slipped out of her coveralls and hung them on a peg next to the desk. As she walked through the office, her clothing revealed a very trim and fit body. Alex had a tall frame to her, so she intimidated a lot of people. “C’mon then!!”

Andrea felt like a little sister.

They walked outside and Alex chirped the alarm on a vintage muscle car parked under an overhang. Andrea got in and the seat felt like it was hugging her. Alex hit the key and it roared to life. Andrea felt her clit get a small “tickle” as Alex put the car in gear and eased out of the stall.

“Nice car.” Andrea said.

Alex smiled, “Thank you!! I LOVE driving this thing… It REALLY crushes egos. Especially when they see a Red Headed Woman driving it!!”

Andrea reached for the padded bar next to her as Alex took her for a small thrill ride through the back streets of North Las Vegas.

“What’s the fastest you have even driven in a car?” Alex asked Andrea.

“110 mph… in my cousin’s Mustang.” Andrea blurted out.

Alex looked at Andrea, “Wanna break that record?”

Andrea looked at Alex, “Sure… I’m always up for an adventure.”

“GOOD…” Alex yelled.

Alex dropped the hammer and the car lunged to life. The thrust forced Andrea back into her seat. The G-force made it impossible for her to move her head. She watched as Alex maneuvered in and out of traffic headed out of town. The road opened up and Alex punched the accelerator even harder. Andrea TRIED to look at the speedometer but couldn’t see it.

Alex let off and started laughing. “Tell your cousin you have seen 165mph in a Classic Camaro.”

“Holy SHIT.” Andrea screamed. “Are you serious?”

“Honey… I do not fuck around when it comes to cars, cash or…” Alex stopped herself.

“OR?” Andrea pressed.

Alex downshifted the car and pulled to a scenic overlook. She waited for the dust to settle before she shut the engine off. She turned and looked at Andrea.

“Honey… Tell me why your husband didn’t come to the shop to pay the bill for the car repairs this afternoon.” Alex asked sternly.

Andrea was embarrassed. She sighed heavily. “He wanted me to try and seduce you so that you would take $150 off of the bill. We came out here on a shoestring budget and the repairs have put us in a bind.” Andrea confessed.

“I knew it.” Alex answered.

Andrea looked at Alex. “I’m sorry… We are NOT the type to take advantage of anyone. We are just in a bind and…” Andrea stopped explaining.

Alex leaned in for a kiss and it stopped the confession in its tracks.

Andrea was in shock at first… then she started running her fingers through Alex’s hair and all bets were OFF.

Alex ran her fingers though Andrea’s hair and slipped her second hand up her ZZ Top shirt. She pinched Andrea’s nipples and it made her cry out. Andrea jumped a little and Alex reassured her, “Ain’t nobody out here Darling… Don’t hold back on my account.”

Andrea let the seat fall back and Alex pulled her shorts off. Andrea’s cleanly shaven pussy stared Alex in the face. Alex kissed the outer lips and inhaled her scent.

Alex tasted Andrea and it took less than a minute for her first climax to surface.

“OH ALEX… Oh Alex… MMMMMMM… OH FUCK YESS” Andrea hissed as Alex tongued her pussy. Andrea came 4 more times in the car seat on Alex’s face.

Alex came up for air and grabbed Andrea’s head. She kissed her passionately and let her taste herself on Alex’s face. Alex wiggled her way out of her shorts.

“Have you ever been with a woman Honey?” Alex asked Andrea.

All Andrea could do was shake her head no.

“Ohhh My… Then this IS special.” Alex told her.

“Don’t be nervous… I like the same things YOU like. Just do what you like to me and we’ll see how well it works out, Okay?” Alex reassured her.

Andrea nodded.

Alex guided her head between her legs and moaned as she got close. Andrea opened her mouth, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She found Alex’s clit (swollen and throbbing). Alex was also clean shaven and “hygiene aware”.

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I don’t know what it was that made me start masturbating in Frankie’s shower; it certainly wasn’t the fact that I was dog-tired after a long flight. Maybe it was the sultry steam floating lightly about the bathroom or the hot drops of water cascading over my back, but I found myself pushing two fingers deeply between my legs and gently pressing at aroused flesh. The sensation was wonderful after being cramped up for so many hours and the feeling of being somewhere familiar made it all the more enjoyable. I closed my eyes and rested my hand against the wall as I played a little harder. As my climax began to rise I twisted and pushed against my hand, slamming my fist involuntarily against the tiled wall.

“You OK darlin’?” Came a deep male voice from beyond the door. I gasped in sudden surprise and smiled; I hadn’t meant to make such a noise, but my sexual urges had gotten the better of me.

“Yeah…hunnh…Frankie, I’m…ooo…er…I’m fine.” I hollered but my voice wavered and cracked, giving the game away.

“You sure? I thought you’d slipped and banged ya head or something.” He replied. I heard the bathroom door squeaked open and the heavy foot falls of Frankie Christiansen step inside. “ya sure?”….

Francis .M. Christiansen, not the name one would associate with a 6 foot tall, 220lbs construction manager, more likely the name of a lawyer or marketing executive. But ‘Frankie’ was not just any construction guy. He’d worked his way up from the bottom, starting as an apprentice, to become one of the best project managers the construction business had ever seen. He could raise an erection – if you excuse my term of phrase – on time and under budget anywhere in the world.

I first set eyes on his solid muscular physique in Taiwan; on the 43rd floor of a new office block I had designed. The humid breeze was blowing through the open sides of the empty shell of the building and he was carrying a girder – which was usually a two man job – precariously across a 4 foot gap, a sheer drop to the ground, because the crane was out of action. That bare, wind-browned chest was enough to bring the colour to my cheeks and the butterflies to my stomach. Suffice to say we hit it off straight away, and he didn’t seem to mind the fact that the architect whose building he was putting up just happened to be a woman.

We spent some wonderful times together; a casual arrangement really, but one that suited us both. So when I got the call to return to England the break-up didn’t really seem all that hard. We parted on good terms but I did miss his early morning lovemaking and the deep resonating sound of his laughter. I guess we both just got on with our lives and I never really expected to see each other again. But a chance call from a firm in the U.S. put me on a plane back to Detroit and a man I hadn’t seen in three years.

He was waiting at the airport when I arrived. I spotted him straight away through the crowd. He was still the same; His short brown hair was ruffled and when he caught sight of me coming into the concourse his soft blue eyes lit up with that all too familiar impish shine. He had on his usual; faded black denims that showed those solid thighs and tight, tight butt cheeks to perfection, grey t-shirt and faded plaid over-shirt – open at the front – and black biker boots with large buckles that jingled when he walked.

It was so wonderful to see him again after all that time, I never really expected to feel so thrilled by his presence, but it was as if we’d never been apart. He swung me round in a bear-hug of an embrace and we fell back into the old flirting chatter just as it had been three years before. We didn’t stop until we reached his front door.

His apartment was just as I remembered it, a real ‘man’s’ apartment; lived in, with last night’s beer can still on the coffee table and piles of building blue-prints scattered over the dinning table, that had become a makeshift office. I took my time looking around the place as I relived old memories of our life together while he stowed my bags and made me some space in his closet. It was to be a two week stay; an initial project briefing from my new clients. He’d insisted immediately that I stay at his place when I’d made that first tentative phone call to invite him onto the team the week before. I felt happy to be back in his apartment, but so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. So he called for some take-out and ordered me to the bathroom to freshen up. He always did know the right things to say.

Now, here I stood, head under the hot water, mind whirling with erotic thoughts, one hand pressed against the wall and my fingers stroking my clit.

“I’m fine honestly Frankie.” I giggled, releasing my fingers, but he’d heard that shake in my voice oh-so many times before and I knew what he was thinking.

There was a pause. “Huh huh?” I didn’t need to see his face to know the playful smirk that crossed his features at that Ardahan Escort moment. “Well maybe ya need ya back rubbing or something.” He offered.

“Maybe I do.” I flirted huskily, the feeling of my wayward fingers playing sexy games with my mind. Another long pause. I grinned broadly to myself as I heard the sound of a zipper being pushed down and the thud-thud of heavy boots hitting the floor. The rustling sound of fabric as items of clothes where dropped in a pile and then the soft swish of the shower curtain as it was drawn back.

I stood with my back to him, facing the jet of water from the shower hose, squeezing globules of soapy suds down my back from the wash cloth. I listened to the sound of him climb into the far end of the tub and the lingering silence made me finally look over my shoulder. “Any excuse to get into my shower eh Frankie?” I murmured. I tried to look down, suddenly too nervous to meet his stare and his nakedness.

“Now I remember what I’ve been missin’ every morning for the last three years.” He whispered, eyeing my wet back.

I gave him my best coy smile and turned back to my washcloth, my heart beating a mile-a-minute. In my half glance I’d caught a glimpse of his body and he still looked incredible; thick brick-wall of a chest, solid abs and curved pectorals mounted atop hard pillar-like thighs all nutmeg brown and smooth.

He stood there for what seemed like ages, just taking in the view and I could feel my initial apprehension fading. I continued to wash, slowly and seductively. I hadn’t expected us to renew our sexual acquaintance so quickly after my arrival, but his eagerness to get into my shower and my nonchalance at his presence made me realise just how much we still found each other attractive. My tiredness had all but vanished, to be replaced by a desire to complete with his body what I had begun with my fingers.

Slowly he covered the short distance between us and I shuffled a little further forward, letting the hot stream of water spray onto his body. That first touch of his hand on the curve of my back sent a shiver down my spine and a pleasant tightening to my abdomen. His thick callused hands are like shovels and he can easily bury my small fist in his palm, but he has such an incredibly tender touch, one would never think he lifted cinder blocks for a living. As his hands slid over my wetted hips and around my waist and his hard body pushed into my back I reached out with both hands using the wall as leverage to press against him.

“God…mmmn…I remember this too.” He moaned softly into my ear as he nuzzled my wet hair, searching out the softness of my neck. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back onto his chest, opening myself up for him as he leaned in and placed tender kisses to my shoulder.

“I remember you smelt…uuunn…so damn good in the mornings.” He opened his mouth and gently grazed my skin with his teeth, drawing a groan from my lips as the tingle flickered through my body. “I remember…mmmm…how you used to…hhuuggh…make me feel so damn horny.”

I remembered that too. Rampant would be a better description; physical, all consuming.

He pressed against my back and I could feel the hardness of his manhood push lightly against my butt cheeks. God I’d missed this. Thick hands cupped my breasts and finger and thumb rolled dark nipples into peaked attention. I couldn’t help but buck and shake in his embrace, yet still I kept my hands planted firmly against the wall as I let him explore me.

The water splattered down my chest and bounced off my breasts as he pulled me back into his grip. He licked and squeezed and nibbled at the hot wet flesh of my shoulders and neck till I thought my legs would give way. I felt the perspiration begin to rise on my body even as the water washed over it. The thought of all those passionate nights and days came flooding back and I ached for him to touch me in those intimate places once more. Without thought I raised my leg and planted my foot on the side of the tub, offering myself to his caresses. He paused and I could feel his breathing change as he registered my open invitation.

“Hmmm Chrissie, I remember this too.” He murmured with lips still half pressed to my skin; I shivered from the sensation. He ran a firm hand over my raised hip and buttock and along the top of my thigh to my knee. “I remember you being…so hot and wet…uuuhh.” He groaned as he buried his mouth into my neck again, biting and sucking at the skin till it ached pleasantly. His hand began to track down my inner thigh and I tensed against him, suddenly nervous of his searching fingers.

He reached the smooth skin that marked the line between my thigh and the softness of my womanhood and he paused. For a moment both of us held our breath. This was the point of no return; the moment when sexy playfulness turns to genuine, powerful arousal and where we both knew we would not be able to Artvin Escort stop ourselves. I closed my eyes concentrating on his touch; one hand between my legs, the other cupping a breast and his smooth velvety skin caressing the length of my back. My body told me I wanted him, I wanted him the same way I had done three years ago. I needed to ease his anxiety; to let him know it was alright. Leaning back, I raised an arm and wrapping it around him, pulled him in so that I could play with the soft wet hairs at the nape of his neck. He groaned again, circling his fingers tantalisingly close to my heat, yet still he seemed apprehensive to approach me.

“I don’t remember you driving me as crazy as this.” I whispered into his ear, my growing arousal making me urgent.

I listened to his breathing, hard and heavy, as if he was fighting against his craving to ravish me as I teased his neck. “I don’t remember wanting you like I do right now, Chrissie.” He sighed breathlessly.

My body stiffened for a second. It wasn’t what I’d expected him to say. At the realisation of his words I almost slumped in his arms. The sincerity in his voice was so clear that I thought I would break in two. This was no longer just a flirtation between two former lovers it was genuine need. He truly wanted me as much as I wanted him.

We held each other there, just touching, allowing the water to bounce off our skin, somehow fearful of letting ourselves go; of allowing ourselves this intimate pleasure. Finally, Frankie shifted. “I wanna make love to you Chrissie…god I do…just like we used to…you remember.” He whispered.

“Oh..yesss…Frankie yes.” I replied.

My words gave him the surety he had been seeking. Without another word he slid his hand away from my mound and gently manoeuvred behind me. Carefully he pushed his hips forward, guiding himself to my entrance. The sensation of that throbbing tip against my burning flesh was exquisite; no amount of self pleasuring could best that feeling of hot velvet against responsive wetness. He held himself there, teasing me, savouring the moment, not wanting to let it go and the more he touched me the more I ached for him to take me. He wrapped himself tighter around me, his arm locking me against him, crushing my body. I could feel him begin to shake with anticipation. Unable to control the craving any longer his quivering shaft found its well-lubricated mark and he plunged into me.

It was my turn to moan and grasp as he almost lifted me from the tub. His body taking the weight of mine as he slid me easily to the hilt; my butt almost sitting into his lap as he doubled over me. I felt the pressure of him inside me as my body gave way and the feeling of overwhelming euphoria as we meshed together.

He cried out as he rode me, a cry of pleasure and pain and pent-up desire the likes of which I had never heard from him before. It filled me with wanting and love and the need to comfort him all at the same time. We held ourselves still again, feeling the first contact of our bodies in such a long time. I had recalled his passion on so many occasions over those years but never remembered it with this level of power and intensity.

After a moment I found my footing and eased away from him, feeling the friction of his cock against my passage. Reaching out I placed my hands back against the wall and arched my back, forcing my butt up and giving him more access to my centre. He held on to my waist and with the deepest growl rolled his hips and surged against me. We cried out in unison as the force sent us both wild.

Never in all the time I had been with Frankie had we made love with this kind of ferociousness; such animal passion, such unfettered need. I wanted him, so much. My heart pounded, my body shook, my mind whirled and all I could think about was him and the pleasure he was giving me. As I leaned a little further forward he adjusted and drove again, finding a pace that suited us both. His hot wet body slapped against me with each thrust and I could feel myself climbing and climbing.

Clinging stream filled the bathroom, hot water bounced of out bodies till it felt like tiny needles on our skin, but nothing broke our focus on one another as we made love like we were the last people on earth.

I could feel him growing inside me, his hard phallus swelling and pulsating against my slickened passage. He slammed his hips into me with hard fast drives, shaking my body with each fierce thrust, forcing me to cling to the wall and pushing me ever onward towards my climax. We panted and writhed against each other; no longer wanting the slow tender touches of our initial union, but hard, uncontrollable, gratuitous fucking.

As if my thoughts became his I felt a large hand slide around my thigh and delve into my wetness, clamping my swollen clit between two thick fingers. I’d been wanting him to touch me there so badly and his firm, demanding Aydın Escort strokes made me scream out obscenities and arch back, insisting that he give me more. My thickened juices flooded over his shaft and he moaned as he felt me clamp down on him and ram against his spike. That pleasant tingling ache that rippled through my clit as he flicked his fingers over it began its steady flow through the walls of my plumped labia. It streamed down around my entrance, circling the flesh surrounding the base of his shaft drawing moans from my lips. I tried to ride it, knowing my orgasm was now so close. Slowly the tingle found its way into my depths, climbing like a wall vine through my passage. I yelled and writhed and he griped me tighter, forcing the tingle deeper into my body with every swell and thrust of his cock.

“Chrissie…Chrissie.” He panted hoarsely into me ear.

“Oh god ….Frankie…pleeease…I…I…” was all I could manage to utter. The growing euphoria hit my centre like a tidal wave and I spasmed uncontrollably around his solidness.

“Jeezzeee…..Christ!” Frankie barked, his body going rigid as he fought to hold himself back. But my body wouldn’t allow him the comfort and as I came from the overwhelming fire coursing through my body, Frankie erupted in a torrent of expletives and hot cum.

Never before had I felt the power of our orgasms combine into such a fearsome display of wanton need. I slammed my fists into the wall, wailing as the air rushed from my lungs. Frankie flailed as he threw back his arms trying to find purchase to ram me again. He tangled himself in the shower curtain and ripped it from the rail and it slid to the floor in a heap, but we had no reason to care. He fell back over me, clinging to me as he pumped again. Wrapping his arms around my waist he lifted me up, letting his knees bend slightly so that my butt was cupped against his thighs. Grunting from the exertion he thrust forward. I could feel the hot wetness or our combined juices escape my centre; the splashing water of the shower washing it away as it trickled down my thighs. We held each other still in that embraces not wishing to let go. As our breathlessness eased and our spasms subsided I tried to regain conscious thought.

The water poured over us and splashed onto the bathroom floor creating a puddle around the torn curtain. I felt Frankie twitch inside me, his monstrous orgasm still governing his body. Slowly, with great effort and gentleness he lowered me down until I could gain a footing on the tub. Carefully he eased himself out; the pull of his slightly softened member drawing a second smaller orgasm from me as it pushed passed my muscles.

Frankie rolled back, slumping against the wall, the cooler tiles giving him some relief from the heat and he moaned at the sensation. For a long while I gazed at the wall, trying to make sense of what we had just done. I could hear Frankie behind me, still panting as I buried my head under the spray to freshen my face.

“I’m…I’m sorry Chrissie..” He murmured. At first I couldn’t understand what he was referring to. “I didn’t mean ta…”

I turned slowly to face him. A look of dejection and disgust seemed to have settled on his strong features and my heart skipped for a moment.

“Sorry?…Frankie why sorry?” I asked, stepping closer to him and resting my hand on his chest in comfort. He looked down, seemingly not wanting to meet my gaze.

“Fer this…fer doing this to ya.” I waited and let him continue. “It wasn’t what I wanted to do…I…its just…” he stammered. I’d never seen Frankie lost for words before but here he stood angry with himself and his wanton behaviour. “Its just I haven’t made love to a woman since you left.” The words almost choked in his throat.

“Oh…Oh, god Frankie, I had no idea.” My heart nearly broke at his confession. Three years without the touch of a woman. Come to think of it I hadn’t been exactly active myself; one short-lived relationship in all that time. For a moment there was silence between us as I thought on what to say to this wonderful man before me. “Frankie, there’s nothing to be sorry for, I wanted it too. I didn’t realise just how much I’d missed you.” At that he looked up and as his eyes caught mine he smiled.

Slowly he pushed himself from the wall and pulled me into his arms. We kissed steadily and deeply until those urges began to rise again. Before we became too engrossed I turned off the shower and suggested we move somewhere more comfortable. He climbed out of the tub, kicking away the crumpled curtain and we laughed at our reckless destruction. Holding out his hand he helped me from the bath and wrapped me in a warm towel. He cuddled me from behind, finding my neck once more he lathed kisses across it. The feeling was so pleasant, so familiar, I couldn’t help but giggle. After a moment or two of playfulness he took my hand once more, stopping at the door he turned to me.

“Do you remember what used to happen ‘after’ we’d had the shower.” He smirked and that impish look in his eyes returned.

My mind ran through all those distant memories to a moment I remembered very clearly.

“Oh, yes Frankie,” I winked, “I remember very well.”

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