I Remember

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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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Inside Information Pt. 01

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Until recently, I never really understood why Insider Trading is against the law.

Sure, I realize that acting on facts you aren’t supposed to have can give you an unfair advantage, but just how much of a benefit it gives you was something I couldn’t completely comprehend until fate put me in a situation to find out for myself.

My name is Kevin. I’m your average American male; average height, better than average build, average looks. And no, I don’t have a monster-sized schlong that makes women drool with lust after just one glance. As my Granny always said, “Follow your dreams.” There are worse mottos to live by.

I’ve learned how to make the best out of life, as you’ll see, so I try to smile a lot, and that brings out my dimples. I’ve been told, by more than a few women, that my dimples are irresistible.

This whole story started eighteen years ago when Missy O’Bannon moved into the house at the end of my street. Even though I was a scrawny, eight year old kid at the time, I immediately fell in love with her. She was the most beautiful eight year old girl I’d ever seen. She was tall and thin, with long, auburn hair and dark brown eyes. Her eyes turned green when she was mad, which happened frequently when she was around me.

For the first two days after she and her family moved in, I must have ridden my bicycle past her house a hundred times, just hoping to catch another glimpse of her. My Granny also told me, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Yeah, I know, my Granny told me a lot of things. She was a smart woman. I just wish she would have been alive when everything went down hill. Maybe then life wouldn’t have been so bleak for so long.

So, the moment the empty moving truck drove away, I screwed up my courage and rode straight to her house to introduce myself.

Missy answered the door to my tentative knock. I’m twenty-six now, and I can still remember what she wore that day; faded denim cut-offs and an old Aerosmith concert t-shirt — the kind that’s white with black three-quarter length sleeves. Her long hair was tied back with a blue ribbon the same color as her shorts. That was the first time I saw her close up. She was even more beautiful than from across the street.

“Who are you?” she snapped. That was the first time I realized her brown eyes turned green when she was angry.

Swallowing the huge ball of fear lodged in my throat that was making it nearly impossible to talk, I finally managed to squeak out, “H-hi, I’m Kevin. I l-live down the street, in the gold house.”

“Swell. Now I know which house to burn down. Get lost, creep,” she said angrily before slamming the heavy door in my face. That was also the first time I realized that no matter what I said or did, I would always make her angry.

For fifteen long, lonely seconds, I stood there in shock, staring at her door, not knowing exactly what to do. I wanted to knock again, but I was afraid of her (a fear I would never quite lose). So, with a crushed heart, I turned around and started for my bike. That was when the door opened again.

With rising hope, I turned back to the door, but it wasn’t Missy; it was her mother. Mrs. O’Bannon who was an older, fuller version of Missy. Missy’s mom had the same dark, auburn hair and dark brown eyes, but she wasn’t as lean and taught as her daughter. Though they looked similar, they were far from alike. When the X-Files series came out years later, I realized that both Missy and her mother had a striking resemblance to Gillian Anderson.

Where Missy’s eyes were dark and foreboding, Mrs. O’Bannon’s were bright and friendly. Where Missy’s smile was tight and fleeting, Mrs. O’Bannon’s was wide and cheerful. Where Missy’s hair was long and straight, her mother’s hair was shoulder-length and wavy. Where Missy could be rude and irritable at times, Mrs. O’Bannon was always polite and friendly. Yes, Mrs. O’Bannon greatly resembled Missy, but as I was to learn in time, it was in appearance only.

“I’m so sorry about that. Please don’t mind Missy. Moving away from her friends has been very tough on her,” Mrs. O’Bannon apologized. Over the years I realized that was something Mrs. O’Bannon would frequently do for Missy.

“That’s okay. I just, uh, stopped by to, uh, see if you needed any help unpacking,” I stammered. Now that I thought Missy hated my guts, I was too embarrassed to tell her mother the real reason I came over.

“Oh, my, what a gentleman you are. We sure could use the help of a big, strong man like you,” she said, smiling sincerely. “Does your mother know where you are?”

“My mother died when I was five,” I said matter-of-factly. Even to this day, I have a hard time looking people in the eye when I tell them about my mom and how she died, which was in a car crash on her way home from the grocery store. I guess you never really get over losing your mother. Plus the look of pity most people get after hearing about my loss only makes losing my mother harder to bear. “But it’s okay, because Hatay Escort my dad says she’s in heaven watching over me.”

“Your dad sounds like a smart man,” Mrs. O’Bannon replied. When I finally did look up at her, I couldn’t help but see the care and concern etched across her friendly face.

“Yep, he is. He works all the time. But I don’t mind so much, because I get to see my Granny a lot,” I told her.

“That sounds like fun.” Mrs. O’Bannon said pleasantly. When she put her hand on my shoulder to usher me inside, I wished with all my might that Mrs. O’Bannon could be my mom.

* * *

My father works long hours and was constantly away from home on business. Sometimes my Granny would watch me when dad was gone. But, as my Granny got older, she couldn’t watch me as often as she used to. That’s why, over the next ten years, I spent more and more time at the O’Bannon house. Mrs. O (I started calling her Mrs. O the year after they moved in) had a soft spot for me, the poor little motherless neighbor kid. I was over there every chance I got. Their house became like a second home to me, and Mrs. O willingly became my surrogate mother. Even though Missy sometimes treated me like I was some kind of disease-ridden vermin, Mrs. O was always happy to see me. She greeted me with a kind word when I was down, she tended my many scraped knees and cuts, she played games with me when Missy wouldn’t, she gave me a shoulder to cry on, she laughed at all my jokes, she helped me with my homework, and she baked cookies with me every holiday. She was everything a mother should be.

I don’t know who was happier that the O’Bannons moved into our neighborhood; me or my dad. The fact that Mrs. O was so willing to befriend me and care for me, which I soaked up like a thirsty sponge, was a great relief to my father. I was really happy about it too. Ever since my mother’s death, my dad threw himself into his work to avoid dealing with the painful realities of life. As a result, he was less attentive to me than he should’ve been, and that, in turn, caused him even greater grief. With Mrs. O around to fill the gap, my dad’s guilt was greatly lessened. I didn’t blame him, too much. I knew he grieved so deeply for my mother because he never stopped loving her. That’s one trait I definitely picked up from him; fierce and lasting loyalty.

As I got older, my relationship with Mrs. O changed from a mother/son type of relationship to that of a special friendship between a favorite aunt and nephew. I only had one or two close friends my age then, but even so, I never opened up to them like I did with Mrs. O. She and I had lots in common, and we would sit and talk for hours. Often our talks centered on one particular subject: Missy. I was so hopelessly infatuated with Missy, and Mrs. O was worried that she wasn’t as close to Missy, her only child, as she wanted to be. We both knew, though it was never said out loud, that I was the reason Missy wasn’t closer to her mother. It was plain to see, even for a young kid like me, that Missy resented me because I took her mother away from the time she would have been spending with Missy if I weren’t around.

Mrs. O joked that we should form a mutual support group: “The Friends of Missy O’Bannon Club; meetings daily after school and on weekends; emergency sessions by appointment.”

Of course the relationship between Missy and I evolved as the years rolled by. Our friendship went from older, bossy sister who beats up her younger, pesky brother, to ravishing girl next door who never realizes the boy next door would do anything to maker her love him sort of relationship.

Yes, that’s right. I never outgrew my love for Missy. No matter how rudely she treated me and no matter how hard she tried to ignore me, I continued to adore her. Of course, that only angered Missy all the more, but I couldn’t help it. I knew back then, hell, even from the first moment I saw her, that Missy was the girl of my dreams.

I spent so many sleepless nights trying to come up with a sure fire plan to make Missy love me as much as I loved her. There had to be a way to open her heart; there just had to be. I desperately sought that sacred knowledge, that inside information, that would make her mine. I knew that if I could only say the right words or do the right thing, Missy would one day return my love.

But I didn’t know the right words to say, and I didn’t know the right things to do. Not back then anyways. Not for a long time.

Missy grew more beautiful with each passing year. At the same time she started developing and maturing into the stunning woman she would grow up to become, I discovered the joys of voyeurism and masturbation. I spent all my spare time ogling Missy, hoping for a revealing glance at her full breasts and rounded ass. But, no matter how unobtrusive I tried to be, Missy somehow always knew where my gaze was centered.

God, how Missy loved to shake her ass in my face to watch my eyes pop out of me head. Iğdır Escort Or, as would happen more frequently, she would “accidentally” bend over right in front of me, giving me an awesome view down her shirt, showing me almost all of her generous breasts. I’d be so busy straining to see her elusive nipples that I’d get careless, and of course, she’d catch me gawking. She’d give me her trademark sneer, glance mockingly at my obvious erection, and then snicker loudly, “Pervert.”

Every time my cheeks would burn with shame. But I was also left with a massive hard-on that wouldn’t go away until I took matters into my own hands, which also happened frequently. I lost count of how many times I had to rush home and stroke myself to a gloriously gushing climax.

One thing (of so many) I never understood about Missy was no matter how mad at me she got each time she caught me ogling her ass or peeking down her blouse, it never stopped her from flaunting her body at me the next time.

Of course, Missy only behaved this way when her mother wasn’t looking. In front of Mrs. O, Missy was a perfect angel. But it didn’t matter to me; I was too horny and in love with her to care how she treated me, as long as she showed me her magnificent body. She could do whatever she wanted to do to me just as long as she didn’t ignore me completely. And Missy knew that, too. She thrived on that. Sometimes, when I look back on those years, I think Missy’s only objective in life was to make me as sexually frustrated as she possibly could. If that was truly her aim, she certainly succeeded.

I don’t want to give you the wrong impression of Missy. She really was a pleasant, easy going girl. Though somewhat shy, Missy always had lots of friends, and she was popular at school. She wasn’t a part of the In-Crowd, but most everyone knew her and spoke well of her. For some reason I just brought out the devil in her. We’re like oil and water, fire and ice, and all the other clichés rolled into one. She wasn’t always a bitch to me. There were plenty of times she was nice to me. It just didn’t happen often enough.

All in all, my life was good, at least until I was eighteen and a high school senior. Two things happened that year that would forever change my life. The first was seeing Mrs. O naked, and the second was finally getting to kiss Missy O’Bannon.

* * *

Mrs. O threw a party for my eighteenth birthday, because my dad, as usual, was away on business. Though it wasn’t a huge bash, it was the best birthday I ever had. Mrs. O invited several of my friends and some of Missy’s to their house for a pool party. I was so looking forward to it that for the entire week before the big event, I talked of little else.

The night of the big party, I was supposed to go over an hour early to help set up decorations and whatnot. But I was so excited that I ended up getting there a half hour earlier.

As was my habit, I entered the O’Bannon house through the door leading from their attached garage into their kitchen. Since I was practically family, Mrs. O had told me years ago I didn’t need to bother knocking every time I came over. And Missy, in true Missy-fashion, told me I didn’t need to bother coming over at all.

So, like I’ve done countless times before that, I let myself into their house. The house was silent. I walked through the kitchen and looked into the family room; no one. Normally, Mrs. O was bustling around the house, busy doing something. I was starting to wonder if anybody was even home when I heard Mrs. O giggle. This wasn’t her ordinary laugh; this sounded unusually playful, almost girlish.

After another few seconds of silence, I heard Mrs. O’ speak. Her voice was coming from down the hall. “Stop it, Tom. Missy’s in the backyard and Kevin will be here soon to help decorate.”

“Come on, Rita. Missy’s on the phone as usual; she won’t hear us. And Kevin won’t be here for another half hour,” Tom O’Bannon countered. “We’ll be quick.”

“You mean you’ll be quick,” Mrs. O retorted frankly. She didn’t sound overly playful then.

I was torn. My upbringing dictated that I shouldn’t invade people’s privacy, but my natural inquisitiveness demanded that I take the two steps forward necessary to peek down the hall to see exactly what was going on. It took a half-second for my curiosity to win out.

I tip-toed forward ever so quietly and carefully peered around the corner. There, at the end of the hall outside the entrance to their bedroom, were Tom and Rita O’Bannon. They had their backs to me. Mrs. O must’ve just gotten out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body, and her hair was wet. Mr. O’Bannon was dressed in a business suit, so I imagine he’d just come home from work. He was hugging his wife from behind and planting soft kisses up and down the back of her neck. That’s what was making her giggle.

He paused, speaking barely loud enough now for his voice to carry to me. “Well? Do you want to?”

“I told Isparta Escort you, we don’t have time,” she insisted.

“Please? I know I could make you want to.”

“No, Tom, don’t.” Mrs. O sounded serious. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but she wasn’t fast enough.

Mr. O’Bannon swiftly tipped his head to one side and began passionately nuzzling his wife’s ear.

Mrs. O’s reaction was immediate. She groaned like a bitch in heat. There’s no other way to describe it. The instant he began kissing her ear, she threw herself backwards against him, grinding her ass hard into his crotch. All the while she growled loudly, lustily. “Oh, that’s not fair. You know how horny I get when you blow in my ear. Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop, you bastard!” she demanded urgently.

I’d never heard her talk that way before. It was at that very moment that I stopped thinking of Mrs. O as my surrogate mother and friend, and I saw her for the truly beautiful woman she is.

“You like that, don’t you, you horny slut?” Tom crowed proudly.

“You know I do,” she retorted through clenched teeth. “My ears are so sensitive that I can’t resist when you blow in my ear.”

“I know,” Mr. O’Bannon chuckled devilishly. He doubled his efforts on her ear while his arms moved down the front of her writhing body. Even though I couldn’t see what his hands were doing, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was up to, especially when Mrs. O suddenly began groaning louder.

“Oh, yeah, oh, ohhhh,” she moaned forcibly, tossing her head back and forth. It was hard to tell if she was trying to push her husband away or she was lost in the throes of passion. I think it was a little of both.

Whatever her reasons, Mr. O’Bannon had to struggle to keep his mouth attached to her ear. “Do you want me to fuck me now?” he murmured between kisses.

Mrs. O didn’t answer. She just continued to groan and gyrate harder. Her breathing became loud, ragged, almost as if she was panting.

His arm movements became short, rapid thrusts. “Your sweet little pussy is dripping wet.”

Mrs. O’s legs abruptly stiffened and she hissed, “Yessssss! Faster, uh, uh, uhh!”

I could actually hear the squishing noises his fingers made every time he drove them up into her obviously flooded pussy. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Her breathing was now a series of rapid-fire grunts as she hunched her pelvis in time with his maniacally thrusting fingers. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but suddenly I realized that my cock was an iron-hard bar that threatened to burst through my swimsuit. I was so stiff my cock was aching. I wanted to whip it out right there and then, but I was so caught up in the forbidden seen before me that I didn’t want to move a muscle and risk alerting them to my presence. Though I’d had a few fumbling trysts with one or two girls, I was still a virgin then. There was no way I was going to miss out on that incredible scene.

“God, you’re so wet,” Tom growled. “I know you want me to fuck you now, don’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck me; fuck me now!” She was tearing at her towel with both hands, trying to get rid of the barrier that stood between her and the fucking she so desperately needed. But her ravenous desire made her frantic, and she became overly clumsy.

Tom stepped back and literally ripped the towel off Mrs’ O’s body, twisting her half way around in the process. Time seemed to stand still. For that one moment I was treated to an unobstructed profile view of Mrs. O’Bannon’s exquisitely naked body. I had no idea Mrs. O was so hot. Normally she wore loose-fitting, modest clothing, so I never realized what a luscious, curvy body she had. I would never look at her the same way again.

Her firm breasts, at least the one I could see, were a generous B cup, and were perfectly proportioned with her 5’2″ frame. I loved the way it bounced and heaved with her ragged, gasping breathing. From her succulent tits down to her perfectly symmetrical ass, her sultry curves made my cock throb with sweet agony. Yes, she was in her late thirties and, yes, she carried an extra five pounds or so on her hips, but it made her look sexier, more womanly.

Suddenly, Mr. O’Bannon maneuvered Mrs. O forward and into their bedroom, slamming the door behind them. I was left standing there by myself with a raging hard-on that threatened to explode at any second. Though Mrs. O was out of sight, the vision of her naked body was forever seared into my brain.

I stumbled into the family room and sat down. Not more than five seconds after I collapsed on to their couch with a blissful smile on my face and a pillow spread strategically across my lap, Missy walked inside the house from the backyard. She was talking on the phone and didn’t see me at first. When she noticed me, she stopped in her tracks and demanded.

“What are you doing here so early, creep?”

I was in too good a mood to be upset by her usual snide remarks. “I couldn’t wait to see your lovely face.” It was the truth, more or less. I always looked forward to seeing Missy, and she did have a lovely face. Plus, today was my birthday, and Mrs. O, who was at that moment getting royally fucked, had just given me the most wonderful present.

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In the Room

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The time was set and the Thanksgiving crowds had begun to fill the Malls around the country as expected. Lexi pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn and found a place to park before checking her make-up, then walking to the front desk where she asked the lady if there was an envelope waiting for her.

She walked away and opened it near the privacy of the phone booth. In it was a note. “Hello Lexi Darling. I’m in room 304, please come up. She looked at her watch and saw that it was already 10:00 o’clock. With a smile on her face and a natural case of nervousness, she walked to the elevator and waited for an eternity for it to arrive. As the door opened, her heart quickened and she hesitated for a moment before stepping in and pressing the number 3 button. Patiently she waited until it closed and then felt her stomach flutter as it ascended upward.

Once again it seemed like hours before the door finally opened and she stepped out onto the carpeted floor. A quick glance at the arrow on the wall told her that room 304 was to her left … and she walked in that direction. Then she saw it. The gold plate with the number 304 engraved on it. Lexi looked at her watch once again and saw that it was now 10:03 AM and she hesitated for what seemed like an eternity before she raised her hand and struck the door tentatively with her knuckle. She had no intention of backing out now.

“Why does time pass so slowly.” She said to herself as she waited. Then, suddenly, the door opened and she looked up at the tall figure of a man. His blue green eyes seemed to warm her. “Hello Lexi … I was beginning to wonder if you were coming or not.” He was wearing dark sweat pants and a tee shirt that gave sharp contrast to his silver hair and dark tan. His voice was soft, yet deep and gentle. The smile on his face warmed her as he stepped back to allow her to enter. “Please … come in Lexi.”

Lexi entered without taking her eyes off of him and that smile. Then accepted his offer to help her with her coat, then waited as he hung it up. They faced each other for several moments before he spoke, opening his arms to her. “The very least I expected was a kiss Darling!”

She quickly moved into his open arms and immediately felt warm and safe in his grasp and their faces slowly met. Tentatively at first, then their mouths found each others and their lips met in a heated exchange of emotion. It had been some time since he had seen a woman of such beauty and earthy charm. Their tongues quickly met and then withdrew, only to return in their lusty duel. He felt her heaving breast press against his chest and held her tighter as their kisses grew to a blistering level before they parted.

She stepped back and her eyes became pools of ocean blue. Her soft features sharpened and he knew that she was as wanton as he was. “Alex … I want you! I want you now!” She whispered in her soft yet sensual voice. He sat on the edge of the bed Erzincan Escort and watched as she slowly removed her sweater revealing heavenly spheres contained in a delicate bra. He could see the hardened outline of her peaks beneath the material as she unsnapped her slacks and slipped out of them … letting them fall into a pool at her feet. What a striking sight she had presented him with. Her slim waist and comfortable hips accentuated by the matching thongs she wore. Her legs were silky and graceful, and he stared at her with growing lust and fire.

Slowly she walked over to the bed and stood in front of him for a moment before bending down to meet his mouth with hers. Once again they parted. Lips wet with feeling. Tongues darting slowly back and forth. His large hands cupped behind her buttocks, giving her warmth and sensation. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she pushed him back on the bed, after which he moved up to the pile of soft clean pillows. But in spite of his quickness, she managed to pull his thongs down and then straddle his waist … feeling his firmness rest against the valley of her buttocks. Alex quickly removed his tee and then stared up at this lovely woman.

“I never thought you would be so beautiful Lexi.” He whispered in a deep voice.

“Well that’s makes us even than Darling. You’re everything I had hoped for.”

Her words were no sooner out of her mouth when his fingers found the snap on her bra and he released the firm warmth of her breast. She bent down to allow him full access to her sensitive flesh and reveled in the sensation of his wet mouth on the erect nipples. His lips captured each one and held her gently while his warm tongue slowly brushed each captive piece of hardened flesh … sending shivers through out her beautiful body.

The tingle that radiated through her loins centered on her womanhood and she quickly became aware of the moisture seeping from her now swollen labia. She didn’t have to look to know that her blood-engorged clit was peeking out of the top folds of aroused flesh and she wanted to feel him there. She lifted her face and looked into his eyes.

“Do you feel as free at the moment as I do Alex?”

His smile answered her question. The wetness that dripped onto his stomach told him of her desire. At first she wasn’t sure, but then she felt his cupped hands beneath her buttocks gently urging her forward and she knew. She knew what she wanted and she knew that he wanted it too.

Alex looked up at her as she moved with determination until he felt her hot inner thighs on either side of his face before she started to open herself and move down onto his waiting lips. As soon as he felt the hot wetness touch his lips, her heard her moan with anticipation. His fingers grasped her firm buttocks as his lips opened and his tongue darted out and into the crease of silkiness that awaited him. Her body jerked for a Erzurum Escort moment, then settled down and he felt her labia open to him. His tongue broadened as it started it wondrous path up the wet crease that was opening to him. Her smooth soft taste appealed to him and his appetite grew with each envision of her womanhood.

She reached down and with her womanly fingertips opened her folds to allow him greater access. Her slow rocking motion grew to greater intensity with each passing minute until she felt the wave of release grow inside her. It was unlike anything before. His mouth was drawing her in and around his extended tongue and the friction against her clit was heavenly. Something was uttered from her lips, but indistinguishable as she found his hair with her fingers and pulled him into her. Her rocking motion increased when his lips found her erect clit and sucked at it with rapid firmness … his tongue beating it gently while being held captive between his fiery lips. Her hips grew restless as she moved back and forth across his face and she took control.

On her untamed ride she felt his tongue move from the swollen wetness of her vagina to the forbidden valley of her buttocks and she reveled in it. Several times she moved forward and intentionally held her position, allowing his tongue to explore that prohibited place. But then the moment arrived when he returned to her drenched opening. She felt herself swell. He felt her labia pushing outward … covering his lips and then felt her release and the fluids that gushed from her … covering his face. She collapsed next to him and gently kissed his mouth, tasting herself in the process.

They kissed for a long time before she realized the warm thickness that pressed against her leg. His lips nibbled at her ears and she whispered in her ear. The warm flow of his breath sending shivers throughout her lovely body. She felt her thighs quake as he nibbled at her neck … just below her ears and down to her shoulders. Soon she realized that he was atop her, and between her open legs. Her vagina still unfolded and saturated with her sexual milk. Lexi looked up at him and felt loved. Such a wonderful feeling she thought. Their bodies were coated with sweat as he looked down at her and then raised himself to his knees. Lexi looked at the thickness that he held in his hands and wanted so much to touch him, but her refused. He fondled himself allowing her to see the abundant head of his phallus and the thick shaft.

She watched as he lowered himself again and moved between her legs as she opened them wider. Then she felt the pressure of his thickness pressing against the wet fold of her vagina. It was but a moment before she could feel him slowly start to enter her. Inch by wonderful inch he pushed, bending down often to kiss her, or suck at her extended tongue. The fullness was so comforting … so searing … so wonderful, as he found Eskişehir Escort wholeness deep within her flesh. They kissed as he pressed his mound against hers … wiggling his length inside her from side to side. “Oh I love you Baby!” He said breathing heavily.

And then her legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly and intentionally withdrew until the ridge of his penis was at the lips that held him. Moving ever so softly he let the crest of his penis taunt the lips of her vagina, then slowly moving in to complete depth. The tempo was altered from slow to partial withdrawal … Sometimes pulling all the way out … resting the thick head against her exposed labia … tightening his stomach muscles, making his phallus move with only his muscle control, watching her eyes … listening to her cries as his penis jerked around her slippery opening. Then suddenly plunging deep and unexpectedly to the hilt, watching her mouth open to gasp for air.

“Several times he felt her tighten and knew that the quakes of orgasm had struck, but he wanted her to get on her hands and knees, which she did. Her ass was so fine and he fought off the temptation to explore it with his tongue as he moved behind her and after she positioned herself to his satisfaction, her entered her again. Strong hands grasped her waist and held her tightly. His erection was harder and started to jerk occasionally as his rhythm picked up. Finding deeper penetration and greater speed. He pushed her head and chest down on the pillows, elevating her buttocks and vagina as her stroked deeper and with force. Lexi felt him swell and knew that his time was drawing near. Harder and faster until she lost control of herself and felt wave after wave of electrical current shoot through out her body … then he penetrated her deep and held her waist tightly as he maintained his position inside her.

It seemed an eternity of orgasmic delight as they danced the age old dance of woman and man as one. Their engorged organs were secreting a sweet lubricant that eased the alternating friction caused by each movement. He stopped long enough to raise her legs to his shoulders and then began to slowly enter her again. The hardened crest of his cock-head causing enjoyable friction as it massaged that special spot inside her. Her moans grew into barely audible screams as wave after of wave of feathery shock coursed through her hot body as she built one orgasm upon another. His hands grasped at her buttocks and pulled her closer allowing his penis it remain deep as he massaged her with greater intensity and strength.

Suddenly she felt him swell and his phallus grow harder. Soon it would be time and he would empty the fiery seed inside her waiting pulsating vessel. She tightened around him and moved with equal force as her final orgasm erupted. Spent … they both floated into space before collapsing in each other’s arms.

Both lay there breathing heavily as their mixed lust escaped from her pulsating vagina … covering them with a warm wetness that would quickly grow chilled in the ambient air. It was time to hold one another with great tenderness until the embers were once again given life and the fires once again started sweeping their dreamscape.

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In the Dark

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I pulled onto the forecourt of the garage in my old Citroen DS2, it was late and strangely quiet, not even the radio was playing. I turned off the engine and she spluttered to stop, turned off the lights and looked for any signs of life. I could see a shaft of light coming from one of the office windows, I decided to head towards that. My heels sounded deafeningly loud on the concrete floor, no stealth approach here — he knows I am coming anyway.

I push open the door that has been left ajar for me and slide in through the gap, closing and locking it behind me. As I do the lights go off and I dare not move amongst the machinery and tools of the garage, I feel his breath on my neck a second before anything else but it is not quite enough warning to stop me gasping as he kisses me, pulling me into his arms. He smells of engine oil and fuel mixed with a musky aftershave, his face is stubbly from a day at work and is rough against my face and neck as he hungrily kisses me his strong hands pulling me into his grubby work clothes. “You are going to make me all dirty!” I complain, thinking about my smart grey suit getting all grubby in the dark.

He pulls away and firmly grasps my hand, blinded by the complete darkness I have no choice but to follow his lead as he guides me through the busy workshop, we come to a stop and he turns me 180 degrees, pauses then pushes me down. With no warning I fall easily onto the sofa I have sat on many times in his small office, but he doesn’t give me time to think about where before he is on top of me pressing me into the soft surface. “My dress!” I protest again, only half worried now, of course I don’t want him to stop.

“You are really that worried about your dress? Düzce Escort Really? You want me to stop? You are free to leave any time you like you know…” He trails off and I realise he has now got off me and once again I am blind and alone and totally unaware of what is going on around me.

“Of course not!” I say nervously, reaching a hand out in front to try and feel him, I wonder if his eyes are more accustomed to the dark, mine are starting to become aware of shadows, but to just makes it all more spooky. I hear a sound on the other side of the room and sit up to try and see where it came from, but in a flash he is on me again.

He holds both my wrists above my head and is kissing me hard on the mouth, his legs straddle mine so his body isn’t actually touching me, but I can’t move. I gasp as he grips my bottom lip with his teeth, firmly but not painfully and then slowly slides his hands down my arms, firmly across my breasts and down my ribs. I leave my arms above my head as his kisses become hungry and his hand grip my pelvis, pushing me down into the sofa and holding me down.

He lets one hand slide down my thigh to the edge of my dress and then back up, just inside. Even if I wanted him to stop I couldn’t tell him, my mouth covered by his, my body incapacitated by his body. His hand slowly travels up my leg, the finger tips gently slowly moving towards my ever increasing wetness. He moves his hand back down and tugs the hem of my dress up, I lift my bum off the sofa as he uses both hands to slide the skirt up and over my hips to expose the tiny black silk panties I was wearing.

He moved his legs between mine and slowed his kissing down again as he slowly but forcefully Edirne Escort pushed my legs apart. One hand slowly travels back up my body and rests at my face, his hand gripping my hair and pulling me into him, the other grips my pelvis as he hooks his thumb into the thin fabric and begins pulling at it. I push myself against him, trying to find any kind of relief I can, but he holds me away from his body. I can feel him smiling against my face as I groan into his open mouth in frustration. It is this groan that seems to trigger a change in pace for him and the hand on my hip slides swiftly between my legs and covers my hot wet pussy with his whole hand, his turn to gasp, as I grind myself against him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, sucking his in just to have any part of him inside me.

He begins to rub his hand back and forth against me and starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck, the hand that was holding my hair slips down to my breast and starts playing gently with my nipple through the tight fabric of my dress. As I don’t think I can take it any more he slides two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast he thrust into me, biting down on my neck and gripping my breast in his hand. I am completely at his mercy, pushing myself into him rubbing my sensitive clit against the heel of his hand as his fingers slid in and out. I pulled my head back and groaned loudly as I began to climax, feeling myself squeezing his fingers.

“Oh, so we are excited weren’t we?” He asked, breathing deeply into my ear. I bring my arms down and wrap them around his neck and feel him shifting above me. I loosen my grip and relax back, I run my hand down the soft fabric of his T shirt, feeling his strong body Elazığ Escort beneath, all the way down until I find his naked hips. I lift my hand and bring it down hard on his bum.

“Cheeky boy…now where did your jeans go?” I dig my nails into the soft skin, until he hisses back at me. I run my hand around and find he too is very excited. I gently take the base of his shaft in my hand and slowly run my hand the length of it, barely touching it but knowing from his breathing that it is driving him wild. His hands are back at my hair now, holding me and kissing me hungrily as I up the tempo. I move him closer to me as I move my hand up and down, the tip of his cock placed just against my hot skin.

As I rub up and down the tip rubs against my clit and I push myself forward to allow more friction. I can feel myself about to cum when he starts to push himself into me, slightly more each time my hand moved down his shaft. One of his hands moves down and takes hold of mine, pulling it away and holding it at my side as he slowly and deliberately pushed himself all the way in. I hold my breath as he does, barely moving anything drinking in the sensation of being filled. He begins rocking back and forth, never coming all the way out, keeping a constant pressure on my clit as I feel myself orgasm again.

I grip his head with my free hand and the sofa with the hand that is being held at the wrist and cry out into the darkness as his thrusts become more frantic and animalistic. I am still gripping him tightly as he groans into my ear and pulls my hair to expose more of my neck, I can feel his hot breath on my skin and I feel him let go thrusting frantically into me.

And then we are still, only the sound of our breathing in each others ears as we calm and relax, he loosens his grip on my wrist and shifts his weight off me. I feel my eyes become heavy as all thoughts of crumpled work clothes leave my head and I breath in the smell of him, hot engine oil and musk.

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I Want You to Seduce My Husband Ch. 03

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Hey, look… a third installment in a series! I’ve never made it that far before. I’m trying REALLY HARD to continue one series, rather than starting a new series. This after one of my “gentle readers” commented that I don’t have a good track record continuing a plot line. Guilty, as charged. Confession time: I have sexual ADHD and am constantly distracted by the next story that pops in my head. But don’t worry, I do plan to go back and add to those other works, and I have a folder full of other ideas to explore. But I’ll focus on Shelly and Scott for a bit longer. There’s a lot more story there to tell!

I found myself experimenting in this one, and would welcome your feedback. In this chapter, I rehashed a lot of what was already described in the two earlier chapters. I did that primarily for new readers coming into the series starting with this third installment. I’m curious to hear from you who have read the earlier two chapters: is that distracting? Would you rather the writing not reiterate those earlier works? And for you first time readers: is it enough to give you a sense of what has already happened? Does it compel you to go back and read the previous chapters, or do you feel it gives enough background that you can just read this story and simply wait for the next installment?

Please Let me know in the comments: I want to grow as a writer, and your comments help. And, as always, I truly appreciate your ratings, comments and email. Particularly those with thoughtful criticisms that help me develop my writing skills. – Yes

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Madeline was sitting at her mother’s kitchen table when the first text message from her husband came in.

Scott: When are you coming home?

Maddy: I don’t know. Later. Why?

Scott: Your girlfriend is here.

Maddy: Honey, I told you she would be stopping by if it got really hot out.

Maddy: Their AC is on the fritz, and she’ll want to take a dunk in our pool.

Scott: THAT’S THE PROBLEM!!

Scott: SHE CAME HERE DRESSED IN HER BATHING SUIT!!

Madeline put her phone down and giggled.

“What’s so funny?” her mom asked.

Madeline looked up at her mother, who was still unpacking groceries. They had both just gotten back from the local supermarket. Earlier in the week, Maddy had asked if she and her son Thomas could come over and visit for the day. Her mom loved the idea, told her she normally went grocery shopping on Fridays, but suggested they do it together Saturday morning. Truth be told, Madeline wasn’t thrilled about taking her mother out grocery shopping, but agreed to it anyway – it was a small price to pay for the opportunity to be out of the house with Tommy all day.

“Oh, it’s a text from Scott. My girlfriend and I are playing a little joke on him today.”

“Oh?” Mom said, without a glance in Maddy’s direction. Her attention remained focused in the cupboard as she packed away some canned goods. “How’s that?”

Madeline didn’t want to tell her Mom the truth: that she had convinced her best friend Shelly, a sexy, sultry bombshell of a woman, to spend the day alone at her house and try to seduce her husband. No, Madeline didn’t want to tell Mom that! It would also require explaining why Maddy was going to such lengths. She’d have to explain how young, single mothers – and even a few married ones! – were always fawning over her husband at the Little League field where Scotty coached, taking pictures of him and posting them on their Facebook pages. That, of course, would lead into old arguments the two of them had years ago when Maddy first started dating Scott (“I’m not sure that man is right for you, Madeline. He looks as if he might have a wayward eye.”).

Maddy had dismissed those earlier comments, because Mother had never liked any of her past boyfriends. The disparaging comments about her husband had even continued a few years into their marriage (“How are things between you and Scotty? It sure sounds like he spends a lot of late evenings at the office, from what you tell me. Are you sure there is no hanky-panky going on there?”).

Her mother’s words were the source of many a Mother-Daughter heated argument: Scott was a good man. He was focusing on his career, moving up in the company, getting promoted and doing extremely well. Madeline did not begrudge him the occasional late night at the office. Her mother’s comments had mostly quieted after the birth of their son, Thomas, 10 years ago.

“Is this your neighbor friend Shelly that we’re talking about? That attractive blonde gal? Playing a joke on Scott? What are you two up to?”

Madeline’s mother was now putting produce, fruit and meats in the refrigerator. Even though she was pretending to be detached and uninterested, Madeline could tell her mother was very much hoping for some condemning news about her husband Scott – anything that would justify her earlier criticisms about the man.

“Nothing really, Mom. It’s just that I think he’s going to have a rather uncomfortable day.”

Madeline left Balıkesir Escort it at that, returning attention to her phone.

Maddy: Unh, duh. If she’s going swimming, of course she’d be wearing a swimsuit.

Scott: IT’S A FRENCH BIKINI!! She is parading around the house wearing hardly anything at all.

Maddy: Scott Ouellette, you listen to me. That’s my best friend! I expect you to treat her as a welcome guest at our house!

Scott: Honey – I’m just not sure it’s a good idea to let her stay here if you’re not here.

Maddy: WHY? Worried you can’t control your urges around another pretty woman?

Scott: Honey, stop. That’s not what I meant.

Maddy: What did you mean?

Scott: I have chores and there is no one here to entertain her.

Maddy: YOU entertain her. Your chores can wait. Or, let her be. She can entertain herself. She’ll probably just sit by the pool all day.

Maddy: But it would be nice if you could at least spend a little time with her, talk with her, keep her company since I’m not there.

Blee-deep.

Blue-doop.

Blee-deep.

Blue-doop.

Madeline’s phone made bleeps and bloops with every message sent and received.

“You kids and your cell phones,” Maddy’s mom shook her head disapprovingly.

“Sorry, mom, that’s rude of me,” Madeline smiled, then put her phone down.

Madeline knew the swimming suit that Scott had mentioned in the text. In fact, she had selected it when she and Shelly had been out shopping last year. At the time, Shelly had been planning a vacation trip with her husband, Bill. She had confessed to Madeline that she wanted something that would really light his fire. The suit Madeline selected was a sexy little thing: a red, thong bikini bottom and a matching red top. All together, it left nothing to the imagination. When Shelly modeled the suit to Madeline in the department store dressing room, the modest red triangles of the bikini top barely contained Shelly’s massive 36DD chest. Meanwhile, the thong bottoms gave a generous view of her wonderfully, round buttocks. Shelly had told Madeline that the suit might be a little TOO revealing.

“If you’re looking to light someone’s fire, Shelly, this suit is perfect,” Madeline told her friend.

Earlier this week, when Madeline had been scheming the best way for Shelly to beguile her husband, she insisted that Shelly wear this specific swimsuit. She could just imagine Shelly strutting around her house now with that tiniest of swimsuits clinging to her sexy curves. It must be driving Scott nuts!

Madeline paused to wonder: was she being unfair to Scott? Afterall, Shelly was a stunningly attractive woman, full of poise and self-confidence. She was between jobs right now, and Madeline had suggested she take up modeling – she was THAT good-looking. Shelly waived those compliments off dismissively. Her husband Bill made enough money that her being unemployed wasn’t an issue for them, and she liked being out of the job pool, for now.

Bill. If there was a man who her mother might accuse of hanky-panky, it was Bill. He was constantly working late nights and traveling on business, leaving poor Shelly alone at home. Because of this, Madeline always went out of her way to invite Shelly to anything she was doing. They did a fair amount of girls’ night out, shopping, clubbing, you name it.

This past Tuesday, Madeline had invited Shelly to her son’s afternoon ballgame at the Little League field. It was there that they had both watched several women approach and cotton all over Madeline’s husband. That’s Madeline hit a tipping point. Abruptly, without fully thinking it through, Madeline asked her sexy, model-material, best friend to seduce her husband, or try to. Of course, Madeline didn’t want Shelly to REALLY do anything with her husband… just tease him, come on really strong, and find out if Scott might be the type of guy who would cheat on her. After years of doubts, probably instilled in her by Madeline’s own mother, Madeline just had to know!

Shelly hadn’t said yes right away. In fact, Madeline felt it took some time to be convince her friend to do it. Finally, she had relented, telling Maddy she would try. They were such good friends, Madeline wasn’t at all worried that Shelly might betray her trust. They had been through so much together in the short three years they had been friends. Madeline trusted Shelly implicitly.

“What can I do to help, Mom?” Madeline asked, putting her phone down, and getting up to help her mom with the last of the groceries.

“Did you put on a little weight, sweety?” her mother asked innocently.

“Really, Mom? Really?!?” Madeline huffed, crossed her arms on her chest, and glared at her mother. “This is why you don’t see me visiting all that often, even though we only live 40 minutes away.”

“Now Madeline, I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re a very pretty girl, and Scott is a lucky man.”

Madeline scowled, but her mom was no longer paying Bartın Escort her any attention. She was now folding up the plastic grocery bags and putting them in a drawer to be reused later.

Maddy looked down at her body. She realized she was angry, not so much by what her mother said, but because it was true. She had put on a few pounds. In fact, she was up 25 pounds from this time last year and was now pushing close to 180 pounds! And although Madeline liked what that had done to her bust (she’d gone up two bra sizes – even Scott had complimented her on that), it had also filled in a lot of other places, too. Madeline had never weighed this much, not since she had been pregnant with Tommy.

Madeline swiveled her hips, looking at her buttocks and legs. Her mom was right, she was still attractive: shapely, if not just a little thick. She still had a nice figure, large boobs, a curvy waist, a big butt, and long legs. She just needed to start exercising again, before “thick” turned into “plump”, and “plump” turned into “fat”. She really had to re-up her gym membership and get back to a daily workout routine. Like Shelly. That girl was a fitness nut, always eating healthy and never missing her morning workout. It paid off for her, too. Shelly was gorgeous: slim, tone, busty, and firm in all the right places. Her blonde, blue-eyed genes, helped a lot, too, as did her tall, slender physique. When the pair went out clubbing, all heads turned to Shelly. Madeline got attention, too, but she felt it was always secondary to the looks her best friend was getting.

“Yeah,” Madeline said quietly to herself. “I’ll re-up my gym membership and lose some pounds.”

Her mom came over and pinched her cheeks. “That’s my girl.”

—

“Well, handsome,” Shelly said, coming down from upstairs, and pausing in the kitchen entryway. “How did it go?”

Scott looked up, and his heart stopped. Shelly stood there wearing nothing but a tiny, impossibly small, red bikini. Scott didn’t understand how it could even contain those voluptuous curves. Shelly’s tits were so large, and the flimsy, little bikini top didn’t seem sufficient to support them. Yet they didn’t sag in the least; they simply seemed to defy gravity.

Shelly was fresh from the shower. Indeed, they both had showered together in the upstairs master bathroom, after an incredibly satisfying fuck in Scott and Madelin’s marital bed.

Yep. Scott had fucked his wife’s best friend! He’d done that even after Shelly confessed that she had been sent to his house, by his own wife, to seduce him. She even showed him proof, with texts from his wife to Shelly, still captured on her cell phone. His wife was trying to bait and trap Scott, to see if he would cheat on her. But Shelly had also told Scott that she wasn’t planning on telling Madeline her seduction had succeeded. No, Shelly confided that she’d much rather play out some long-term fantasies with Scott. That required Madeline trusting of Shelly, while also jealous, apprehensive, but not fully convinced that her husband Scott was a cheater.

“Scotty?”

“Hmm, oh, umm… wow! You look amazing.”

Shelly’s eyes lit up and her smiled brightened the room. Upstairs, they had almost turned a brief 10-minute shower into a much longer, much steamier encounter… but Shelly was on a timeline. She had kicked Scott out of the shower stall, even as his dick was starting to grow hard in her hand.

“You go make the bed,” she had told him. “Make sure the headboard didn’t damage the wall. Put all the pillows back and clean up the room real good, we won’t be back up here.”

She paused, then added, “At least not today.”

Shelly had laughed, then continued, “I’m going to blow dry my hair, re-apply my makeup-“

Scott was reaching for her naked, soapy body, and she swatted his hands away.

“Ah ah ahhh! Scoot. Go on. Make the bed. Then go send the text messages we talked about. You know, after you fucked my brains out, in there.”

Shelly had hooked her thumb back toward the adjacent master bedroom. The twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face were sinfully wicked. They had talked about the text messages Scott was to send – that was a talk they had after fucking each other senseless for the better part of an hour.

Anyway, according to Shelly’s plan for the day, he was to text Maddy, tell her Shelly had arrived and express how uncomfortable he was to be alone with her. That she was flaunting herself at him while wearing a skimpy, little bikini.

“Ha, an hour ago,” Scott confessed, reaching for a towel, “I really was uncomfortable. Shelly Adams, you are one sexy bitch. Even in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

“Ha, good!” Shelly had laughed. “Channel those uncomfortable feelings, lover boy. Make it real!”

Scott didn’t know why Shelly had to dry her hair or put on makeup. In fact, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t simply drag her back to the bed, or maybe just take her here, on the bathroom vanity. But, Shelly clearly Batman Escort had a plan in mind, and he felt best to continue following her lead. This seductive woman was as devious as she was wanton.

He certainly wasn’t complaining now as she stood here before him in the kitchen. She was all scrubbed clean and smelling power-fresh. Her face was radiant, and her whole body positively glowed. And in that bikini, there was very little of her tantalizing body that was hidden from his eyes.

Shelly noticed the look in Scott’s eyes as he gazed upon her. She leaned against the entryway, turning slightly away from him. She was showing off her backside and the amazing roundness of her luscious, smooth ass.

Scott’s eyes walked up her body, starting at her feet. She wasn’t wearing the sneakers she had arrived in. No, she had picked out a pair of shoes from his wife’s closet. He recognized the black, strappy dress sandals with the 6-inch tall heels. He sometimes worried when his wife wore them clubbing because to him they screamed, “Knock me over and fuck me hard!” They weren’t the type of thing one might wear with a bikini. On Shelly, however, the combo was flawless.

His eyes moved up the long, slender curves of her calves and thighs. The thong bikini she wore did not hide, but rather accented the twin, fleshy globes of her ass. Shelly’s body was fit and tone. Scott knew from personal experience that this only came from regular hours at the gym each week. The girl clearly worked out hard.

Shelly turned toward him, delighting in his appreciative gaze. She raised one arm high, then the other, turning her head demurely to the side. This exposed the fullness of her curves to his admiring stare. He again glimpsed the impossibly firm curve of her bust line. The suit did not cover the side view much, and with her arms raised and crossed over her head, he couldn’t help but notice how prominently her breasts lifted from her chest, curving gently upward and then ended with the jutting, hard points of Shelly’s nipples. They were hard little nubs, poking visibly at the front of Shelly’s bikini top. Yes, her arousal was clearly evident, even as his loins began to stir. The sight of those massive breasts contained in that oh-so-tiny bikini top, and the way her bottom protruded in the opposite direction… holy shit!

She was wearing more makeup now than when she had arrived. She’d taken great care in putting herself together upstairs. Her eyes were now more darkly shadowed, and her eyelash mascara had been applied long, lush, and thick. Together, they made her giant, sky-blue eyes pop! Her lips were candy-apple red, a most naughty shade under the best of circumstances. They matched her swimsuit perfectly.

Madeline had once told him that she thought Shelly could be a Cover-Girl model. Scott now readily agreed with that assessment. She was heart-meltingly beautiful. Scott wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, push her back against the wall, hold both her hands over her head, and simply ravish her. He actually took one step toward her.

She turned toward him, her blue eyes flashing. She lifted one finger and wagged it back and forth. The look said, “Not yet.”

“What did she say?” Shelly asked, walking toward him. In those high-heeled sandals, her steps were shorter, purposeful. Everything else – her stature, her hip sway, her curves – appeared larger. She didn’t walk toward him so much as she strutted.

To Scott’s dismay, she was also now unfurling a decorative, white shawl about her shoulders. Scott wanted Shelly to be shedding the few articles of clothing she wore, not putting new garments on. But he sensed intuitively from the way she walked and the way her hard, little nipples were bulging at the bikini top, it wouldn’t be long before both their clothes were dropping to the floor. He decided to play along.

“She said I was overreacting and that I should entertain you,” Scott replied.

Shelly stepped right in front of him, putting her arms around his neck.

“Oh, Scotty,” Shelly spoke huskily, her eyes searching his, their lips inches apart. “I am beyond entertained. You are an amazing host.”

His arms slid around her waist as their lips touched. Lightly at first, a soft dance, and then, as she stepped fully into his embrace, their kiss became… more: more passion, more desire, more lust, more intense.

Scott started to pull back the shawl that Shelly had just wrapped about her shoulders. At first, he could feel Shelly surrendering, melting into him, but then she placed her hand upon his chest, tugged the shawl back in place with her other hand and pulled herself away.

“No, wait,” she said breathlessly, breaking from his embrace. “Not yet.”

Scott’s expression was that of a pouting child whose favorite toy had just been snatched away.. So comical was his hurt expression that Shelly laughed out loud.

“Oh honey, believe me, I want this. More than you-“

“I doubt that.” Scott denied flatly.

Shelly laughed again.

“First things first! Go pour us a couple of lemonades… it’s hot!”

Shelly fanned herself with her hand, while her other hand reached for her cell phone. Scott had brought it down while cleaning the bedroom, and placed it on the kitchen table.

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When you come home from the long, humid day in the city I will be waiting for you. Taking your hand, watching the anticipation on your face, I lead you to bed.

“I am the only sustenance you need, darling. Forget everything but me.”

I can plainly see your hunger. But only answer it with a silent smile. I am wickedly taunting you. Wearing a tight T-shirt with my nipples just barely visible through the lace and white cotton. A pale mauve skirt cut just above the knee, you know under it I have the most delicate slip of silk thong panties. The smell of my perfume is dabbed in discreet points so that I exude the smell of sex. Your pulse begins to canter.

I slowly undo each button of your shirt, the tips of my fingers brushing your chest. Sliding my palms into the crisp cotton, sweeping out, the shirt folds back to reveal your chest to my gaze. Standing so near, you can smell the heat rising off my skin. Leaning into you, pressed close, I kiss your neck, drawing my tongue up to your ear. The warmth of my breath spreading from the back of your neck to your legs. With a languid stroke, I trace the point of my tongue around the outer shell of your ear. Then move down to kiss your jaw then your chin the collarbone and its indentation (but not your mouth, later darling, later).

My hands smooth the bristle of your chest, to rest on your nipples; forming each to a gentle triangular point, licking an orbital pattern I work my way to taking them into my mouth, one by one. My nose grazing you, my hands on your rib cage.

Unhurriedly, I drop to my knees. My humid mouth feathering your belly. I can see that you are hard already, straining against the confines of your clothing. I undo your belt, the button, and fly. Watching your face, my blue eyes steady, I ease your pants off your hips to slide to the ground. Your underwear follows, freeing you so that your cock nearly tangles in my hair. Grasping the base of you, I coax you to my lips, my tongue darting out to moisten them. Rubbing your head I circle my mouth, following the path of tongue, then lick to taste you. Using the roughness to rub that tender, sweet spot at the cleft where your head meets your cock.

Do you moan now? Swaying with the flood of need, do you close your eyes? Do you expect me to take you in my mouth and swallow you? Tsk tsk, not yet, Darling.

Rising, I stand in front of you, mocking you with my detachment. My lips glistening, I am taunting Bursa Escort you. Seeing if you will take me.

With an inaudible growl, you step towards me. Grasping the hair at the base of my neck, you jerk me towards you. Your mouth covers mine. Your kiss is persuasive and probing. One hand scrapes at my clothing, lifting my T-shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head, revealing the lace of my bra. With a flick of your hand, you cup a breast and bite my nipple from pink too red, hungering to expose the other. I love this rage, Darling, the touch of pain with the pleasure you bring. I no longer am able to be detached. But now meet your fierce passion with an equal fervor.

Raising the hem of my skirt, you pull aside my panties to stroke the shocking damp of me.

“You are so wet. Do you want me baby?”

Whimpering for you to touch me more, you kiss me to silence. Falling into the sheets, your hands free me from the last remnants of clothing. Leave a glistening trail along the line of my panties only to tear them away. Now, skin to skin, and I can feel the hardness of you against my thigh. Throbbing, you grind my leg to appease the pain. Your violent mouth tattooing my throat and breasts, I clutch your head to me.

Can you feel me there with you? The pervading intoxicating scent of my perfume. My skin is so soft and fluid under you. Each breast is yearning for you to seize it, nipples pleading for your mouth. Pressing me down, you devour each curve of my body. Wanton and writhing, I arc into you, to fit the bow of your body. I want you. I want the thrill of you entering me. But you refuse to let me twist to do so. Placing one knee between my legs to bar entry, you experience all my surfaces. Moving your hand from breast, to belly, to my pussy, you sense the currents under my skin. I enjoy you watching me, watching the effect you have on me, the pleasure I take in you. With your fingers stroking me you can feel how swollen and aroused I have become. I love to be touched like this. To have the nub of my clit rubbed gently, pinched, rolled between thumb and index finger, and long strokes of exquisite sensation. I could cum for you now, with the slightest provocation, but you scatter your rhythm and make me endure more.

Entering me with one long finger, then two, you slide into my depths and feel me clench into this violation. Breath broken, my nipples erect, I pant for more. Plead and whisper Çanakkale Escort for more of you, your name a chant leaving my starving lips.

“Please.” “Please.”

“What is it you want, say it. I need to hear you ask me.”

“Please taste me. Please. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy.”

Easing down to feel the smooth cleft, the craving I have burning there that only your mouth will quench. As your sweet tongue takes it’s first taste what is it you feel? Does some part of you snap or do you stay in control, precise in extricating this sweet cruelty? I am almost lost to the feelings traveling my body. I delight the sensations of you biting and suckling, the serpentine flick of your tongue, melting me into your mouth to be swallowed greedily. I am undone with this assault and oblivion beckons. Cupping my cheeks, you raise my hips to dip your tongue into the deep of me.

“Oh god.”

I moan and buck my hips in offering, feeling this moment of pure bliss. I am so wet now, raging. Sliding your fingers into me, a promise of more to come, you ask me: “What do you want, Gabrielle, tell me.”

“Show me how you want to fuck me.”

Circling me, your fingers wet and slick, you repeat the question, wanting me to surrender.

“I want to feel you, I want to feel you.”

With a slow slide you push into me, my moan of easement driving you on, coaxing the truth from my body. Two fingers now, so tight, you need to stretch me, your tongue again torturing my clit. I begin the build to climax, repeating your name, murmuring then spoken with more urgency.

When I cum for you, it is in quick shudders, my body arching away from you. Grasping my thighs to steady me, you bruise my tender white skin. Ferociously pinning your mouth to my equally bruised pussy you keep me under the limpet of your mouth. Throbbing, pulses of such finite pleasure, I tremble with the spasms and already you push me further.

Flipping me over you pull me to the edge of the bed, now standing you enter me. Hard. Hard. I can feel every sinew of your cock as it slides in my complete wet, slick and hot.

“You don’t know what you do to me baby.”

Your hands on my ass, you burry your cock deeper in my pussy. Reaching forward you cup my breast, causing me to rise up, pressing my back into your chest. Turning my face to kiss you, I can taste myself on your lips. Eyes glazed, you are abandoned inside Çankırı Escort of me.

What do you say into my hair? What words do you use to describe this lust, your demands and your promises?

I twist away from you, wanting to feel you as you fuck me. Pushing you down, I throw my knee over you so that I may ride you. Raised above you, hair wild, lips parted, I am your succubus. I guide you, slowly at first, stroking the head of your cock against myself, then more quickly. Your breath becomes threaded, eyes drinking me in. I dip just your head, never going in too far, teasing you. If you try and deepen the stroke, I hold back again. Punishment for your actions, Darling. I smile and then go deep, deeper still, just to remind you of the rewards for good behavior. Moaning you push back into the bed, eyes closed.

“Yes.”

No. I want you to want me with an all-consuming passion. I want you to be starved. And so I play some more. Asking you: “Do you want me, darling?”

My hair brushing your forehead, I kiss you, biting your lips. I sink onto you, enveloping you. Your hands on my hips pacing me. I take pleasure in this position, to feel everything while watching you fuck me. Palm to palm, you support my hands so that I may stroke you longer, deeper. My hands and mouth visit your skin to taste and arouse you more.

Angry at my games, you flip me onto my back. Pining my wrists above me, you spread my hips open, wide, so that you may see me in full excitement. Breasts so tender, my mouth inflamed from your constant attacks. I wait for you, like a good girl. Piercing me with your hardness, my eyes flash, drinking in the man who consumes me. Wrapping my legs around your hips, I push you into me further.

“Do you like how THIS feels, baby?”

“Shut up, shut up and just fuck me.”

Wild now, you rattle me. Shake loose any shards of the ice queen left un-melted, lap them and sweat them out onto me. Will I cum now? I do not know, are you man enough to make me?

I love to feel this possession. The complete surrender to you, to the fact that you are plundering and remnants of the woman left untouched. I feel the tension coil in your thighs, the coming orgasm. The grip you take on my body, fingers digging into my softness, hips thrusting. Is your climax intense? Will you call my name? Will you cum inside of me or will you smear it across my belly? Or will you suddenly jerk out of me and push my head down to suck your cock so that you feel the soft of my lips, the warmth of my mouth as I taste myself on you? When you cum, moaning in pleasure, demand that I swallow you. Licking my lips will I ask you for more?

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

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My mind was already revisiting the analysis and documentation for the project I had recently completed as I drove to work. I knew that I would be meeting with some of the higher-levels of management to discuss the overall study and conclusions. I arrived at the office after a 25 minute drive, continuing to consider all the possible angles that could be taken against my bottom-line conclusion. I walked into the building up three flights of stairs to my office. Since it was only 7:15, I still had about 45 minutes to myself before the Division Manager made it into the office. I started up my computer and made a pot of coffee. I settled down in my chair with a cup to tool through my email. The Division Manager left me a message the evening before saying that he has some things to discuss with me first thing in the morning. I thought, “Well, first thing for you is about item number three or four for me…but I would imagine it concerns the report.”

I didn’t concern myself with it any more until my phone rang a few minutes after 8:00.

“Eric, this is Don, did you get my email?” the Division Manager asked.

“Of course. What do you need to talk to me about?” I said.

“You better come down to my office,” he said.

“Okay, I’m on my way,” I replied. I poured another cup of coffee and walked down to his office, thinking to myself, “Damn, I really hate talking to people before I’ve finished my second cup of coffee…”

“Eric, sit down, I want to talk to you about your report…the Director reviewed it,” the DM said while looking at me in a way that was intended to make me feel uncomfortable.

“Okay,” I said slowly, “and what did she think?”

“Well, I’m afraid the best thing would be for you to go over her review yourself. Here’s a copy of it. I admit, I don’t really agree with her review, and I don’t really know why she felt the need to even review it in the first place. Hell, I wouldn’t have even reviewed it if this didn’t come across my desk. I have always had confidence in your ability and competence, but she’s the Project Director, and well, she’s my boss. She shits on me, which means I shit on you…and now you have to shit on some of the people you had working on your team. You know how bullshit flows downhill…”

By this time, I was very angry, but reserved my emotion. I know my team did a superior job on this analysis, and my documentation was as impeccable as I could possibly make it.

“So what the H-” I stopped myself. “Sorry. I mean, what is it that she didn’t agree with?” I asked.

“Just take the morning to review what she had to say. She scheduled a meeting with you, because you are the Team Lead on this one, early this afternoon. She scheduled me to be there, also. Unfortunately, since she scheduled it without coordinating with us, I can’t make it. I’ve got that divisional finance meeting with our Headquarters people downtown…”

“What?” I asked, now really perturbed. “I’m walking into this solo? I am confident in our work, and I know I can handle this woman on my own. But, Don, I feel it is highly advisable to have your managerial support on this.”

“Sorry, Eric, I tried to tell her, but she said it would be fine if she met with just you…but don’t worry, I maintain my standpoint of agreeing with your work. Your engineering and publication is solid, as far as I’m concerned. I’ll back you on whatever it is you say in there, and I told her that. She also agreed to that.”

“Don, I’m going to have a real difficult time maintaining my cool if her review is biased as a result of her non-engineering background.”

“Eric, she’s smart. She’s been in this game longer than you have, and if you don’t drop that attitude, she’ll chew you up,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” I complied.

“C’mon, Eric, you guys did great work, and you can stand by it. I do,” he said, finishing the conversation by sitting down at his desk and turning to his computer.

“Debrief me on the meeting with an email…” he said without looking up to me.

“Of course, I’ll shoot that to you before I leave today,” I said as I left the office.

Back at my office, I calmed myself down so that I could read her review with a objective mindset.

“This is bullshit,” I whispered to myself after I read it the first time. I immediately started taking notes and writing down questions and comments on the copy of the report she bled on with a red pen like some junior-high teacher. The second time I read through her commentary, I was so angry that I could barely maintain a thread of mental clarity. I knew I had to put this down for a bit, or else I would walk into the meeting with a vengeance. I couldn’t loose my cool in front of her. I spent the next few hours carefully building my rebuttal.

“She’ll see you now, Mr. Smith, you can walk right in” the cute, little secretary said. She had this peculiar smile on her face, sort of like one a little sister would give her older brother when she knew he was in trouble with their parents.

I didn’t smile back, but replied as Bayburt Escort politely as I could, “Thank you, Angela.”

I walked into the Project Director’s office. I had always thought she was an attractive woman. Actually, the way she carried herself with confidence was considerable, and the tight business suits she wore attenuated a man’s focus, to say the least. I knew that she was very, very sexy when she was serious. I always wondered if she knew how much my pulse raised every time she sent a request to me…

She was on the phone with her back to me, but not talking. Maybe she was checking her voice mail, or maybe she just had the phone in her hand to make me wait for just a second. It peaked my awareness of myself and my situation, but didn’t make me any less confident. She didn’t even turn around when the secretary closed the heavy, mahogany office door. I walked to the center of her large office and stood there holding my folio with two hands in front of me. I stood up straight and put on my ‘game face.’

“Please sit down, Mr. Smith,” she said as she turned around and hung up the phone. I complied, opening my folio as I did so.

“You know why you are here, and I imagine you have some issues to discuss with me. However, you must understand that I am ultimately responsible for the quality of all the work that we produce on this project. Therefore, I have the authority to review and criticize any and all products that come out of your, or any one else’s, division.” I could already see that she wasn’t going to give me much of a chance to challenge her. I knew I was terrible at this sort of confrontation, but I had not only my teammates, but my personal integrity on the line. It was “go time.”

“Ms.-” she immediately held up her hand, cutting me off before I could even get started. That really pissed me off.

“Mr. Smith,” she said in a motherly tone, “I’m not finished. I have to reaffirm my commentary in that I do not doubt your capability as an engineer, and I respect your experience. I’m the Project Director, and all divisions fall under my authority. Essentially, you fall under my authority. Your division is as much my division as it is the DM’s. I’m the boss of you. Further, this really is below the level of intervention your team should require from me.” That cut deep, the PD basically told me that my manager and my team needs her micro-management. I take deep pride in my work, and she knew it. She’s not even going to give the courtesy of being professional here. She wanted to play hardball, and I was trying to resist.

She paused, and I assume she was giving me the moment to build up some frustration. Instead, I started rationally. The tension was mounting, and it would undoubtedly become a heated discussion. I decided to take my first shot at her by not addressing her by name.

“I find that your review lacked technical merit on several accounts, but I will address those individually. But first, I would like to say that I don’t believe that you truly understand the scope of the analysis-“

“Understand the scope?” she immediately heated up, “I dictated the scope!”

“I do not believe that you had the engineering-level of insight to understand the focus of this assignment-” again she interrupted me.

“Mr. Smith, you obviously did not have a clear comprehension of the intent of this study. If there was ever a doubt, you should have raised your questions to your manager long before this report was to be finalized. I do not even believe that you ever considered whether or not your course of action was aligned with the focus of this assignment. Did you?” She was trying to provoke me, and I don’t know why. Did she not get laid last night, or was she inherently just a bitch? She continued without letting me answer. My temper was beginning to boil.

“What kind of engineer are you?”

That was all I could take, I immediately stood up and turned to leave. I was not going to even attempt to argue like this. Besides, I figured turning my back on her would piss her off even more.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?”

I stopped and turned toward her. It startled me that she was up from her desk and walking towards me.

“If you are not going to talk to me in a professional and respectful manner, then this discussion is over.” I said.

I think she was really angry, and she didn’t appear to be trying to hide it.

“What is it with you? Do you have a problem with me? Or, is it something else…?” I asked.

She was now very close to me. She stepped to within arms-reach of me. I narrowed my focus on her. She was breathing heavily. Her beautiful chest lunged up and down with each breath. The moment was having an arousing effect on me. She seemed almost anxious for something to happen. It was as if she wanted me to kiss her, and kiss her with authority. I could practically taste the tension. I took a step closer to her, now far inside the boundaries of her ‘personal space.’ My face was inches from hers, and I looked straight Bilecik Escort into her eyes. The look of anger was replaced by something more intent. It was as though she wanted to tell me something, but she wanted me to say it for her. The expression on her face was telling me to take her.

I wrapped one of my arms around her back and forcefully pulled her against me. She sucked in her breath when our hips pressed together. I slid my other arm up her back and my fingers reached under the hair on the back of her head. I pulled her head to mine and kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded by kissing me back. I pressed my hips hard against hers, and she moved hers back and forth against me. I reached down and firmly placed my hand on her ass. I moved her hips back and forth against me harder. I kissed her again, and then wrapped my fingers in her hair. I pulled her head back and kissed her hard on the neck. I continued to grind myself between her legs, pushing harder on her.

I pushed her body backwards until she was stopped by the desk behind her. She could go nowhere now. I pressed myself hard against her, while clutching her hair in my hand.

“Ugh…ow…ow…” she quietly whimpered from being pinned hard against the desk. She moaned a quiet ‘ouch’ every time I pressed myself hard against her. I pushed my chest against hers, and kissed her ear.

“I want you.” I said into her ear. Then, in a lower voice, I said quieter, “I want to fuck you.” She moaned loudly as I said it.

“Yesssss, fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered back. We began grinding on each other even harder. There was an urgency in her actions as groped me and pulled me hard against her. I spun her around and pushed her upper body forward onto her desk. I grabbed her hips and pressed myself against her ass. She pushed hard back to me. I slid my hands up her skirt and pulled it higher across her waist. I slid my hands down across her hips, pulling her panties down hard. I heard the sound of some of the stitching break as I yanked them down to her knees.

She cried out from the slight pain of my action. I hastily undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled down my pants and underwear and my hard-on sprung forth towards her exposed sex. She reached around and groped between my legs but I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. I pressed forward with my hips and with my free hand guided myself to where she wanted me so badly. I pressed the tip of myself just inside of her, and paused. She stood up on her toes and waited for me to press myself full inside her.

I had her left arm pinned behind her back and I reached up with my free hand and reached into her hair. I was only a slight press away from filling her with myself. She was breathing heavily in anticipation. In one motion, I pulled back on her hair, causing her to arch her back, and pulled harder on the arm I had pinned behind her, causing her to quietly let out a sound of pain. At the same time, I pressed myself fully into her. She let out a moan that was from the combination of pain and pleasure.

I groaned as I buried myself inside of her. My hips were tightly pressed against ass, and she moaned out.

“Yesss, fuck me….fuck me!”

I began stroking the full length of myself back and forth inside of her. I held my grip tightly on the arm I had twisted behind her, and I continued to grasp her hair in my other hand. I strongly pressed myself into and out of her. She moved her hips back and forth with me, and began to moan louder. The feeling of her warmth and wetness around me was incredible. There was a weakness in my knees, but I stood tall and continued to pump myself inside of her. The intensity grew, and my range of motion expanded. I pulled myself nearly completely out of her, and then pushed myself hard and deep into her.

She began screaming out, “Oh God yes! Oh God! Oh my God…Oh God, oh God!” Her hips were rocking back against mine, and I sent shock waves through her body as I pounded her as hard as I could. I pulled hard on her hair and she cried out. I drove myself into her, and she moved her whole body with me. I grunted and moaned knowing that I was already close to coming. I wanted fill her with my come, so I let go of her arm and hair, and grabbed her hips. I forcibly thrust her hips back and forth along the length of me, and began to fuck her even more furiously. She reached out to the other side of the desk to hold on to the other edge for support. I continued to pound her, and then I felt my legs begin to become very weak. I held on to her and leaned my body forward on her back. I grunted out and felt myself begin to let go of my orgasm. I buried myself as deeply inside of her as I could and yelled to her.

“OOOooohhh….I’m coming…Oooh God, I’m COMING!”

She screamed out, “YEEESSSSS!!!” and I let go my first throe and spurted inside of her. I felt each wave roll over me and rocked myself deeply into her with every gush of my ejaculation. I felt her muscles quivering around my Bingöl Escort cock as my pace slowed. We stood there, slumped over her desk, breathing heavily for several moments.

I withdrew from her, and pulled her upright. She turned around to face me, and I kissed her deeply and passionately. I wasn’t done yet. I kicked my pants off that I still had around my ankles. I grabbed her waist, and slid my fingers into the top of her skirt. I pulled it down from her waist, and she kicked it away. She also slipped her shoes off. I unbuttoned the jacket she still had on, and opened it up to find only a bra on underneath. I pressed my body against her and began to kiss her hard. She moved back against me and moaned loudly. I stepped her back a little ways, and began bending my knees and leaning her back. I laid her down on the rough but thick carpeting.

She began loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled off my tie, and ran her nails hard down my chest. I moved my hips back and forth, and she bent her knees and placed her feet flat on the floor with me between her legs. She spread herself, wanting me back inside of her. I moved myself to her again. I pressed myself inside of her and she rolled her head back as I filled her again. I felt my fresh come displaced from inside of her and squish between us.

“Damn, your come feels so good inside of me,” she whispered to me.

“I want more of you inside of me. Fuck me again.” She immediately began rocking her hips back and forth, and reached down to put one hand on my ass. She firmly pulled me to her.

I slid one arm slightly around her, and slowly and strongly slid my other hand up her chest. I reached to her shoulder, and then opened my hand wide and reached up to her neck. I firmly put my hand around her throat, but squeezed with my fingers ever so slightly. She opened her mouth slightly and sucked in her breath, and opened her eyes to look up at me. The expression on her face was amazing. Without saying a word, she told me what she was thinking: I am all yours, I am under your power and authority, and I don’t want you to stop.

I slowly moved myself back and forth inside of her. I maintained a controlling grip on her, but left enough slack in my fingertips to prevent injury to her. She was breathing erratically. She closed her eyes and began stroking me with herself. She pressed her hips against the floor and then up towards me. I moved with her, sliding back and forth inside of her. The pace was not hurried, but was very focused. There was an intensity that was not anxious. I knew she was concentrating on the feeling of me inside of her, bringing herself closer to her own orgasm. It was a concentration directed to the physical needs of our bodies. The passion between us made us both tremble. She moved her head, and I loosed my grip enough to let her roll her head to the side. She dropped her mouth open and gasped when I tightened my fingers again. She shut her eyes hard and moved her hips passionately back and forth. It looked like she was ‘forcing’ an orgasm to begin deep within her body. She brought one her arms up around her head and leaned her head back hard against her forearm. I closed my own eyes and strongly pressed myself in and out of her. She arched her back more with every thrust of me inside of her.

We moved with each like that for what seemed like eternity. I held her under my authoritative grasp, and she submitted herself to me. We were not under the imminent pressure of the first time, so we moved together deeply and passionately at a slower pace. Our motions were deliberate and attenuated. We exercised full motion of legs and hips and backs as we moved against each other. We soon began increasing the speed of actions. The motions began to move faster.

I released her throat and reached under her back to pull her chest hard against mine. She rolled her head back and forth as she was grinding her hips hard against me. The movement became more aggressive. I rocked myself back and forth on top of her, pumping myself strongly inside of her. She bucked her hips up and down in synchronization with me. Our gyrations accelerated as we gave in to the more animalistic passion growing deep between our legs.

Soon I was pounding her commandingly and she was moaning and crying out. She whimpered and whined loudly as I pumped myself inside of her. I grunted and moaned back to her, letting her know how passionate I was for her. I let go all inhibition and fucked her with everything that was inside of me. Her body quivered in my arms as I continued to give this beautiful and sexy woman everything I had in me. I felt a strong tingling begin in my knees and circled around my legs and hips up to my back. I arched my back and thrust myself deep inside of her, grunting out loudly.

She pressed herself up to me hard, taking all of me into her body. She felt me quiver inside of her, and then felt me begin to pulse and jerk between her legs. She spread her legs far apart as I began coming. The woman cried out again, half-screaming, half-moaning. She felt me pulse over and over inside of her as my orgasm was released to her. Being filled with my come again set her off. The splash of semen against the inmost parts of her body triggered an intense and pulsating sensation between her legs and she gasped out.

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I Learn about the Hot To Trot Club!

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This is an adult sex story.

All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it!

Any children named are not involved in anything sexual.

This story follows “Have You Ever Changed a Diaper?”

Enjoy and thanks for the views and votes.

****

End of February

It was about a month since Catherine and I had spent the long weekend in Hawaii, getting things figured out for family and the business.

About a week after we returned I had a three day meeting at my country club.

I flew in all the out of town people in management from the various locations and businesses and posed these challenges to them:

1.How should we be organized for rapid growth and scaling (adding revenue and profits without adding people and overhead)?

2.Are you in the right position? What position should you be in? What is your next position and when will you be ready to take it?

3.Do you have the right people working for you? What do they need to improve and when will they be ready for more responsibilities?

4.What support and tools do you need to hit your financial and other goals?

5.What are your monthly goals for this year, and what are the goals by quarter for the following two full years?

I wanted a rough draft presented at the end of the second day and a better one by the end of the third day.

To avoid any ego centered arguments and all that went with that, I shared my overall plan for Catherine and I, and laid out a five and ten year overview that made everyone in the room a multi-millionaire within a decade but they needed to be a genuine team to be part of that and I didn’t want any bullshit.

I said to everyone: “Set your egos aside and make fucking money. The only arguments I want to hear about are the differences between how much we will make and how we will make it. Notice that “who” is not in that sentence.”

Also, I had made the decision to add my long time business friends to a formal advisory board for the company and gave them a list of the areas I needed additional expert input on: real estate, human resources, technology and franchising; they had the job of finding me more experts to join them on the advisory board.

In the meantime, Catherine and I continued to look at hotel properties for sale and we would do short out and back day trips using the company plane. Catherine almost always fell asleep on the return trip. Her belly was swelling as the baby grew.

There were a lot of irons in the fire. Plenty to do. Life was far from boring.

****

Janet (The MILF) and her two children had practically moved in with us; they were with us all the time.

Both Catherine and Janet’s daughters were excited at the pregnancies and that they would be having baby brothers.

Of course, they had no clue that I was the responsible party for both pregnancies and all the adults were sworn to secrecy not to reveal anything.

As far as Janet’s two daughters were concerned, their dad Tony was the father of their unborn sibling yet, within just a few weeks of Tony moving to Las Vegas, both girls started calling me “Dad.”

My wife Catherine said she thought it was cute, and appropriate.

****

I started getting up at 5:00am each morning and going upstairs to workout.

It was the only way I could faithfully and regularly stay in shape and get everything else done in my life.

So I made working out a priority.

Catherine slept in and did her laps in the pool with Janet once the kids were off at school.

Janet, on the other hand, was an early riser like me and she would often join me in my workout room just after 5:30am. Her bedroom was down the hall on the second floor. Everyone else slept downstairs.

I’d be working out on the Elliptical and she’d silently enter the room, close the door behind her, lock it, strip her night clothes off, put a towel down and then lie down on the workout pad in front of my machine and start masturbating.

She was my Private Dancer, just like in Tina Turner’s song.

We didn’t speak; our eyes connected and we smiled at each other.

A lover’s smile, a knowing, intimate smile.

Her legs spread wide, with her fully shaved bare pussy and her puffy labia only for my viewing pleasure, I waited patiently for her extraordinarily long clitoris to rise up and be visible as I continued my workout.

Once Janet lay down on the mats, whatever I was watching on television quickly became pretty boring and for 15 minutes she’d play with herself all the while looking up at me huffing and puffing and sweating like crazy.

Janet really liked watching my flaccid cock rise in my shorts as she finger fucked herself and pulled on her long nipples.

I don’t mind saying that Janet was a horny lady; this pregnancy had her hormones going crazy and she needed dick on a daily basis.

In a box in the closet of this room Janet had stashed a small dildo that she often used on herself while I was finishing my workout.

She slid that thing in and out of her wet Ankara Escort pussy, making that sloshing sound of fucking that I loved.

I was fine if she came from her own efforts, and often she did, our eyes locked as she shuddered and came, her hips pumping in the air.

When I finished my workout, I would wipe my face and still dripping head and walk over to where Janet was laying.

Janet would sit up, pull down my shorts to reveal a fully erect and sweaty cock, have me step out of my shorts and then she would lay back down, legs obscenely spread and whisper “Good morning Jack.”

Hot and sweating from my workout, I did the deed.

She took my cock by the hand and guided it right into her tight wet snatch and I pushed in so I was balls deep.

Janet would always groan at my initial penetration and we’d kiss a deep French kiss, and she’d whisper “Now, fuck me lover.”

I always came when I fucked Janet, she made sure of that.

Janet loved me coming inside of her. She said it made her feel loved and needed.

She didn’t mind me dripping out of her either.

She’d often come too, her legs around my neck as I pounded her hard, missionary style.

When she got larger around the middle, she wanted it doggy and I delivered.

It was a great way to start my day; those mornings when I came inside of Janet’s welcoming pussy I was unstoppable.

What made it extra special for me was that once I had come, and fully dripped everything I had into her pussy, she would get between my legs and clean my cock with her tongue.

Between licks and sucks she would whisper “Thank you for fucking me Master … Thank you for fucking me Master …” and she was sincere in her comment.

Janet was very grateful to me, and to Catherine, for all we had done for her.

And, during the middle of each business day, after lunch, my Executive Assistant Sabrina scheduled sufficient time in my busy calendar so she could come into my office and suck me off, swallowing my load.

Life was good and getting better all the time. Just like that Beatles song.

****

I finally got around to calling Dianne, the Assistant Principal at my youngest step-daughter’s elementary school.

As you recall, she handed me a business card after the Valentine’s Day dance my wife Catherine and I put on.

On the back of the card she wrote “Call me for coffee … and more!” which made me wonder what she was thinking as she knew Catherine pretty well.

Did Dianne want to have an affair?

That was out of the question. Off the table. No way Jose. El Paso.

Catherine had said that Dianne was “on the prowl” which meant to me she wanted to get laid.

I had Sabrina set an appointment for a late afternoon the week following the dance.

****

Dianne showed up dressed to the nine’s as they say.

She showed a lot of skin, a lot more than you would expect to see from a management employee at a public elementary school.

I greeted her with a smile and she came up and gave me a big hug and a kiss on my cheek.

Another balloon smuggler; what was it with the ladies in this town?

I took it all in as we shook hands: styled hair; white blouse under a dark blue business suit; four inch heels on her Ferragamos.

Dianne said “I hope you don’t mind but I want to take off my coat” and I helped her do so.

There was a method to her madness; she had on a tight white silk blouse and it did nothing to hide her balloons.

I smiled, trying hard not to stare at her ample chest but she knew what she was doing and she actually sat up straight and in doing so, thrust her bust out, which was all just fine with me.

We chatted for a few minutes about the dance, and she passed on the regards and thanks from the Principal and the PTA for what Catherine and I had done for the sixth grade class.

Dianne asked me if we had any thoughts about hosting some sort of graduation dance in late May or early June and I replied that we hadn’t discussed it but it was certainly something we could do.

I followed that with “Do you have any thoughts on a theme?” and she replied that she and the Principal wanted something where the kids had to dress up; the boys wearing shirts and ties and the girls wearing dresses.

Dianne said that she was sure that not all the kids had these types of clothes and I told her that we would set something up so that all the kids would have appropriate clothes. I had in mind gift certificates for each child for $150 at three or four different places around town. The merchants would appreciate the business and having new clothes would make the kids feel good about being dressed up.

At that, Dianne’s eyes filled with tears and she got up, I stood up, and she came over and gave me a huge tight hug, those titties really smashing into me, and she kissed me on the cheek and whispered “You are such a wonderful man.”

She wiped her tears away, smearing her makeup, but she still looked pretty fucking hot.

When she finally smiled Antalya Escort at me I asked her “What’s the purpose of your visit today? How can I help you?”

Dianne smiled at me and said “I am wondering if I can help you.”

I returned her smile and said “Please go on, I’m all ears.”

She said to me “I understand you have a company that recruits people for your businesses.”

I said “Yes, we do.”

“How it is going?” she asked me.

I looked at her and said “Not very well, I’m afraid. We haven’t been able to get the right people to become our recruiters.”

Dianne smiled and said “I think I have a solution for you.”

And with that, Dianne pulled out a single sheet, a succinct business plan, outlining how she could recruit a cadre of Assistant Principals who could do their day jobs during the week and head out of town on Friday evenings, then recruit on Saturdays and Sundays, getting back into town Sunday afternoon with plenty of time to get ready for work on Monday.

These would primarily be divorced, widowed or single women who wanted more income and didn’t mind travelling. The ladies could travel alone, in pairs, or larger teams depending on the situation and need.

I thought it was a brilliant idea and said so.

I followed that with “What’s in it for you?”

Dianne took a sip of water, a giveaway she was nervous, and stated “I just want a one-time “finders fee” for each Assistant Principal I bring in. You would only pay me if you hire them and they work out. I also want first dibs on each recruiting assignment.”

That was fair, I thought, and with that I went to the office door and asked Sabrina to find Cynthia, the CFO, and ask her to please join us.

We spent another hour working through the possibilities and options.

I was late coming home for dinner, but Catherine understood the reason why and wasn’t upset.

****

Cynthia and I agreed that what Dianne proposed made good sense but our first hire had to be someone inside the company who was technologically savvy, understood what we wanted accomplished and could work on weekends because that was when the recruiters would be having the most issues.

In baseball, this is the catcher, the individual who organizes and facilitates things.

When Dianne walked out the door, we quickly agreed on promoting Maria, a young woman who had just graduated from college with a degree in History. She had been working on the sales floor helping the sales people close deals, take care of our customers, and all that.

Maria was young, engaging; energetic and tech savvy. She was well liked and a fast learner. Most importantly, she understood the need to get things done quickly, quietly and correctly.

As we were getting Maria situated and oriented, Dianne did not waste any time bringing by prospects for us to interview. Dianne did not just put us in touch with these folks (every one of them female by the way) but she personally introduced each one to Cynthia and I before we interviewed them.

Sometimes she had two candidates come in on the same afternoon, which was fine. There were plenty of positions for us to fill.

The job, pay, travel and work appealed to most of the ladies and that was good; we lined up a couple of attorneys to do some classes on the correct (and legal) way to conduct job interviews.

We also had each candidate take a couple of personality profiles because our college grad job seekers would also be taking those same assessments.

Once she got her desk set up, we sent Maria on the road, visiting some colleges and working out details for when we could conduct interviews on the weekends, because that was when our prospective employees would meet with our recruiters.

It was a little unorthodox, but it set us apart from all the other companies recruiting and it made sense because even if one of our candidates worked a full time gig on a Saturday, we could interview them during that evening or on Sunday morning.

And remember, we weren’t interviewing at Stanford or USC or University of Washington. We were out in the hinterlands, going to places like Flagstaff, Olympia and Santa Fe, where the smaller, lesser known colleges and universities were located.

Our recruiters could meet with candidates at Starbucks at 10pm on a Friday night or at IHOP at 11am on Sunday if need be.

We didn’t care what they candidates wore; we did not expect business suits, white shirts and ties. We did care that they were on time, clean, appropriately dressed and nice.

We explained to our Assistant Principals that our new hires were hungry to start a “professional job” with good pay and benefits. We needed to be open to their schedules as they were likely working their way through college.

After we had met with about ten possible recruiters in just a few days, I called Dianne up and said “Please explain something to me: how do you know all these people?”

Dianne replied that there was an organization of Assistant Principals in the region and they met Antep Escort for dinner once a month as an industry group to discuss common problems and challenges.

I replied back “Every one of the women you have brought in to meet me is, forgive me, a knockout. Surely not all the Assistant Principals in this organization look like you or your friends. The female Assistant Principals I had in school were all frumpy, overweight and downright mean, especially to the boys.”

Dianne laughed asked me “Can you keep a secret?”

I said I could and that I would.

“Jack, I am only bringing to you the best looking women from the association because that will get you more people to interview. Once the word gets out that hot babes are the recruiters, people will really want to talk to us.”

What Dianne did not tell me, but I found out later through a friend of a friend, was the women Dianne brought in to meet me had their own little club that they called “Hot To Trot.”

These were single, divorced and widowed professionals on the prowl for man meat.

Cougars.

Looking for young studs to fuck just for fun.

Nothing long term, just flings. Lots of them.

In my town most of this Hot To Trot group had joined four gyms in the area and they rotated their visits in order to maximize visibility to be seen and to meet the most number of available hunks.

The latest thing was for these cougars to take after work yoga classes because most of the women attending were married but most of the men who attended were not. While there were not many men in any particular class, the ones that were took care of their bodies and were fuckable.

Some of the ladies attended night school, working towards an MBA because that was a place where the odds were definitely in favor of meeting smart men who were interested in bettering themselves and making more money.

I found out that one lady in the group had gotten her MBA and was able to teach night time business classes, allowing her the pick of the litter each semester, selecting a “teacher’s pet” so to speak.

Several became flight attendants and worked weekend flights only, meeting many eligible men. Within an hour of landing in a new city, these ladies were being pounded by either a young stud pilot usually a former Top Gun with the Navy or were picking up a hot passenger in the hotel bar.

It all made sense to me later on when I learned the details but I was initially satisfied with just knowing how Dianne was working to bring us potential recruiters.

I didn’t know any of this when one of the prospects for a recruiter position came into the dealership with Dianne one Friday afternoon late in the month.

I was beat, it had been a long week, with out of town trips for me on both Tuesday and Thursday, and I was dying at my desk, trying to get the last few tasks done before I left for home.

Sabrina, my Executive Assistant, had left work early and without performing her usual and customary blowjob. I was both tired and horny.

In my last story “Do You Know How to Change a Diaper?” I mention a lady that was the new star of one of my porn sites.

That Friday afternoon, as tired and horny as I was, I immediately recognized the lady that Dianne was introducing me to: it was the lady who was “dating” my father-in-law, Tom; the lady I had been videoing for months and marketing her sex tapes on one of my subscription porn sites.

She was better looking in person than on tape; I knew everything about her physically but I did not know her name or her personality (I had some idea based on what she said during her sexual escapades).

I had guessed her age on the video to be 40 or so; she was actually 36.

She was a very fine 36. Very fine.

Nor did I know her profession, but Dianne introduced Darcy as an Assistant Principal of a smaller private K through 12 school in a wealthy area of Los Angeles.

Darcy gave me a firm handshake with a beautiful smile and was dressed impeccably.

I already knew the carpet matched the drapes, although she didn’t have any carpet. Her blonde mane was thick, shoulder length and her clothes fit well.

Dianne left us and Darcy and I talked.

Once I found out how the “Hot To Trot” club worked, it was easy to get background information on all of my recruiter candidates.

Darcy opted for the did the gym route, which accounted for her nightly poundings in my house, but she also spent summers on a cruise ship as one of those “Directors of Fun” which meant she met different guys (single and married) each week and often had a different guy each night while onboard the ship.

Darcy also made sure that she was far enough away geographically from her employer, the school, so that she would not run into any students, parents, fellow teachers or administrators or former students as she laid the bait for her would be sex partners.

While all the ladies I interviewed wanted to travel and make more money, what the real appeal to Dianne and her friends was the ability to meet even more single men; men they were not likely to ever see again.

And, if they met someone at a college and hit it off, these ladies had the means to fly the young stud out to LA for a long weekend of fucking and sucking on the beach in Malibu or in Beverly Hills.

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You cum in my mouth as your legs give way and you split your weight between my mouth, my hand pinching your nipple, my two fingers in your pussy, and the rock I leaned you against when I surprised you on your way to meet him in the park.

“What are you doing here?”

“Fucking you!” I said with that dirty sideways smile you love and hate on my face.

“But he is waiting for me. He has planned a romantic night. He is going to want to have sex later.”

As I look you in the eyes and slid myself inside you I say “well I guess you will be well lubricated with our sex when he is ready.”

You just gave me a dirty smile of your own and kissed me.

My hand was on your ass and my other hand was pulling your hair as I thrust into you over and over again. I knew I could not keep you for too long but I was enjoying myself and I had you close to your third orgasm when we heard him calling your name.

“Holy shit! He is looking for me!”

“I guess you’ll need to be quieter then.” I answered back, as I kept up my thrusting into you.

I was fucking you slower but I was using longer and harder strokes as he wondered our direction. You were whispering in my ear asking me to stop tell he was gone but I kept it up and started whispering in your ear.

“I know he’s close but I need your pussy Bitlis Escort on my dick. I need to feel your tits up against my chest. I need you ass in my hand and I need to feel you breathe and teeth on my neck. Feel me in you. Feel me thrust my cock into you little pussy. Feel my heat up against you. Feel Me Fuck You. Feel. Me. Fuck. You…” I repeat as I rammed myself into you on each word.

This does it and you orgasm has he approaches. To keep quiet you bite hard into my shoulder and rake your nails deep into my back. Then you can feel my dick throbbing inside you and you know I’m cumming inside you at the same time.

We sit there as still as possible as he blindly walks right by us in the dark. His feet shuffling through the leaves is louder then our heave breathing so he just keep walking by.

“I can’t believe you did that. We could have gotten caught for, what is it now, the third time!!”

“and think about it. I’m going to fuck you again after he goes to sleep tonight.”

“Oh! You think you are, do you!?”

“Yes and when he falls asleep you are going to come out of the tent in the nude and we are going to do one of our marathon fucks.”

“No! I can’t!” You said with desperation in your voice knowing that we will in fact be fucking again in a few hours.

I Bolu Escort take your hand as you step out of the tent. “I hate how much I need you!” You said.

Then I reply “it’s not the need that kills me it’s how much I love you.” As I lean in and give you one of those kisses that says everything we both need to hear and feel. You melt into my arms and I lift you off the ground and walk you away from your camp sight.

You fall into the mattress, crisp sheets and soft pillows in the bed of my truck and laugh that I have clearly planned this out. I clime up in the back and look at you with a scowl on my face.

“I said you were to be nude!”

“Fuck you! I am not wandering around looking for you in the nude. I had

no idea you were sitting outside my tent. We’re out there the whole time?”

“No! That would have been kind of creepy!” I laugh.

“Good. That would have been really kind of stalker scary .” Then we both started laughing.

I have drinks and one chocolate donut for us to treat ourselves to under the stars as we talk. We do this for a few minutes and then you lean over and whisper in my ear “why the fuck is your cock not deep inside me right now!”

I throw the drink out and jump on top of you.

In a few seconds we are touching and sucking and foundling Burdur Escort each other like 16 year olds. You keep grabbing my dick and trying to stick it inside you and I am not letting you. I keep teasing you getting you hotter end hotter. You again grab me and lift your hips and thrust your pussy at my dick begging me to give to relief.

I stop everything and pin you down. I am hovering over you and you can feel my dick just touching your pussy. You moan “please.” But I won’t do it. I just move it over your clit as you squirm. You can feel my heat and my breath but you can’t get to me.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

Your legs shoot out until you are doing the splits.

“Beg.”

“I need you! I want you inside me! I will do anything if you just let me feel you inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEeeeeeee!!”

On the last “fuck me” I drive myself into you in one long motion.

Can only take two or three thrust before you start your first orgasm. That night we have a happy fuck, a sad fuck, a loving fuck, and a lonely fuck, but we end with a fuck that make the rest seem small. I make love to you with more emotion then you know what to do with and you make love to me in the same way, but there is the unsaid things being communicated the whole time. Things like “you will always be the one I think of when I sleep with anyone else. I think of you every day. I will never stop thinking about you. You are the love that got away but will never leave my heart. Always! Always! Always yours!

Happy Valentine’s Day. Be mine!

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Im back. * wink wink *

I wrote this in a few short hours, thanks to the wonderful feedback I recieved on my last story.. which had a lot of people asking me to tell a story about me with a guy. This is for all of you.

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It was Saturday night, all my friends and I were about to leave for the club, but I had to look in the mirror one last time before spraying some perfume on and leaving.

“God Kandice, you’re hot!” I whispered to myself as I puckered up my lips, lifted my breasts with my hands and shut the bathroom light off.

Some guys said my best asset was my lips, eyes or tits. So I always made sure to have a big emphasis on them. The short black skirt I was wearing sure would tease the guys, especially if I was dancing fast enough to show them that I had no panties on underneath. My red tube top clung tightly to my chest, nipples erect and poking through the thin fabric. My long blonde hair was so shiny and straight, which is one thing I had always loved.

The drive to the club only took a few minutes. It gave me enough time to smoke on a joint, apply extra lip-gloss and stare at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked hot enough to attract a guy or two to bring home with me to the dorm. College life sure was fun.

The bouncer at the door asked me for my ID, I reached in my purse and pulled it out, handing it to him. Smiling, he leaned in to me, stamped my hand and said, “ Too bad you aren’t 21, or I would buy you a drink.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, blew him a kiss and ran off to find my friends who were already in the bathroom, chugging down pints of vodka, which they had snuck in.

It never was fun to be at a club, sober. We use to get drunk before we came, but one time we all got busted and the club owner threatened to ban us from the premises if we did it again. But he didn’t say we couldn’t do it while we were there.

Some guy with a tight black shirt, and black leather pants was standing in the dark corner, sipping on a Heineken and staring me down. He wasn’t really my type, so I just brushed my hair behind my ears, walked past him and met my friends.

We all took our turns drinking shots out of the bottle before prancing out to the dance floor to show these guys what they were Ağrı Escort missing. Some new rap song by Lil Jon came on, and me and my friends went wild. My friend Crissy got behind me and bent me over, spanking my ass as I grabbed my knees and shook my ass for all I had. It got me a little wet to see all these guys sitting at the bar watching me and my friends dance. I knew half of them were getting hard-ons watching, and I didn’t mind. Too bad I couldn’t help them out.

Some guy who thought he was Mr. Rico Suave came up and slid in between me and Crissy. He kept sliding his hands up and over my breasts as he grinded into my ass from behind. I was really getting into it, but he was making me so wet that I couldn’t handle it. His hands went from my breasts, down to my belly, down to my upper thighs. His fingers slid up my skirt and I think he was trying to tug on my panties, when he got the shocker that I wasn’t wearing any. Pulling my face close to his, he whispered something in my ear but the music was so loud that I couldn’t understand him. Grabbing my hand, he guided me to the back of the club where the pool tables were. It was Saturday night, which is the best night to go out on, because drinks were so cheap, and also because hardly anyone played pool that night, instead they just sat at the bar and drank themselves into a stupor.

Sitting me on one of the pool tables he glared into my eyes for a moment before leaning in close, to gently slide his lips against the side of my neck. His kisses were from another world. I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs, as warm flashes shot up to my chest. Just before he slid his hand up my skirt again, one of the bouncers saw us and asked us to take it somewhere else.

Grabbing my cell phone out of my purse I called my friends that were still on the dance floor, and explained the situation to them, and when Rico Suave wasn’t close enough to hear, I told my friends to not try and wake me up when they got home, because I was planning on getting lucky.

Yeah it’s crazy. Usually guys are the ones who go out to clubs and bars looking for some ass. But this is what me and my girl friends did every weekend. It was like a game to us, to see how many guys’ numbers we could get, and how many of them we could get to go home with us.

I Aksaray Escort guess you could call us sluts, but we wouldn’t mind. We enjoyed every minute of it.

Rico and I drove back to my dorm in complete silence. I lit up a joint and passed it to him, who took a couple hits off of it, then passed it back to me. Putting it out in the ashtray we hopped out of his car and went inside the tall red brick building, which was my home away from home.

Unlocking my door and slipping inside before anyone saw us, we giggled a little, and stepped inside my room, and no sooner then the door latched, he picked me up and carried me to my bed. Rolling over, and climbing on top of him, I was kissing his chest, neck and face as he pulled my tube top above my breasts. Squeezing them inside his palms, he massaged my nipples with his fingertips. I could feel his cock growing erect inside his pants. I rubbed my hand down his body to feel it growing, but he grabbed my arm, pulled it away, and asked me to wait. Rolling me over onto my back, he pulled my skirt down, and threw it onto the floor. My body was so cold, but his fingers warmed me up quickly as soon as I felt one slide between my pussy lips, rubbing up and down just before I felt a warm, wet tongue replace it.

It was so natural, the way I felt such pleasure, and immediately spread my legs open as wide as I could. I could feel his thumb pressing down on my clit, as his tongue and middle finger slid inside me. I never was one for oral sex, but with the way he did it, I could enjoy this kind of stuff everyday. It didn’t take much of his licking, sucking and fucking my clit and pussy hole with his fingers and tongue, before my body started shaking with this incredible pleasure, that was causing me to scream out, as I gripped handfuls of his hair tightly within my fingers, and dug his face on my pussy even harder and faster.

Sweat was dripping down my body as I rolled over onto my elbows and knees, to turn on the fan that was near by my bed, and before I could lay on my back, I felt something thick and hard rubbing the back of my leg.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me with that hard cock.. mmm yeah”

was all I could say as I pinched my nipples with my fingers, awaiting his cock to slowly enter me, so I could fuck him like he’s never been Amasya Escort fucked before.

His hands gripped my hips, as I felt him slide it in, inch by inch, until it was buried deep inside my tight little cunt. Arching my back as I pushed my ass back into him, not focusing on the speed, but focusing on how deep and how hard it was.

I never was one to fuck like a jackrabbit. I’ve always been the kind of girl that would rather get a really nice rough fuck, instead of a ‘fast’ in and out kind of thing. He worked it like I’d never experienced before, but I wanted to show him just how good I could do it.

Reaching around my body, I slid his cock out of me, as I asked him to lie on his back. His eyes lit up, and by the expression he had on his face, I could tell not many girls have rode his thick 8-inch cock.

Sliding my right leg over his, I lined my pussy up right above his cock, and stuck the tip in, as I grabbed a hold of the bed post, and pushed my pussy all the way down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it felt like he was about to rip me apart, and I loved it.

I slowly lifted my ass up, letting his cock slide out of my pussy a little, before letting my body go back down. His hands met my ass and helped lift me up and push me down, fast enough to get my heart rate going again. I watched my tits bounce up and down as my tight little cunt engulfed his cock, over and over. My clit was so swollen and tender as I bounced up and down on his cock, closer and closer to reaching an orgasm.

I watched his eyes, which were glued to his cock sliding in and out of me, and it turned me on knowing how much pleasure I was bringing to this man, not only by giving him the fuck of his life, but by letting him watch me as I rubbed on my clit, as his cock slid in and out of me.

I felt my cunt get ever warmer, as little bursts of warmness shot up my body. I was close to an orgasm. I spread my legs a little wider, and was slowly grinding my pussy and his cock together, when I felt my clit pulsating. I closed my eyes and let this wonderful feeling take over my body, and right then, a grunt escaped his throat, and I could feel his cum shooting up inside me, as his cock jerked back and forth. He pushed me off his cock, and onto my back, and climbed on top of me, and slammed his cock into my pussy for the final few seconds of his orgasm.

Out of breath, I rubbed my pussy a little until I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, he wasn’t lying next to me. But there was a piece of paper with his phone number on it, along with his name.

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