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Bo paced impatiently behind the sofa, absently flipping channels on the muted TV. As he paced, he would occasionally grunt or reply briefly to the running commentary his fiancé, Shannon, was making from upstairs as she changed clothes. Bo had been on the road for the previous two weeks. The retail chain he worked for was expanding and he had been doing site surveys and checking on construction of new stores all over the country. He had arrived home that afternoon, tired, road weary, and more than a little horny. He had called Shannon, hoping for a quiet dinner at home, followed by a nice long make out session. She adamantly refused to have sex prior to their marriage six weeks hence, but she seemed to enjoy making out. Though he would have made love to her months ago, he had respected her desire to wait even though it drove him nuts at times like tonight.

Instead of the quiet, romantic evening he’d envisioned, she had accepted a dinner invitation from some of their friends. When she’d told him, he’d put his head in his hands and groaned. However, he agreed to go and arranged to pick Shannon up at 5:45. When she opened the door, he immediately got a major woody. She was dressed in a blue sweater that he’d given her and a pair of jeans that fit her well. While the sweater didn’t reveal any of her ample cleavage, it showed off her large, heavy breasts. She saw the look on his face and said playfully, “See somethin’ ya like, cowboy?”

Before he could respond, she kissed him on the cheek and took his hand, pulling the door shut with one hand and pulling him toward the car with the other. The whole evening he’d had trouble keeping his eyes off of her. Besides her body, she had a beautiful smile, a charming personality, and a quick wit. She was an incredible woman and he was proud she was to be his wife.

The party finally broke up about ten and they’d driven back to her house. As soon as the door closed, he had grabbed her by the belt, and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply and backing her gently but firmly against the wall. She responded in kind and they had kissed passionately for several minutes. Shannon broke the kiss, looking into eyes and saying huskily, “Well, I missed you too.”

She gave him another quick kiss then excused herself to go pee and change clothes. Bo had let her slide out of his embrace and watched her walk up the stairs, admiring the sway of her hips as she walked, imagining her hips swaying with his penis inside of her.

He continued to pace, listening vaguely to her chatter. She was telling him about a conversation she’d had with one of her friends at the party, but with her upstairs, he was having trouble hearing her. He guessed it was because she either was in the closet, or simply had her back to the open bedroom door. After she made another comment that he could only half hear, Bo decided to walk to the top of the stairs. He told himself it was simply to hear her better, but his mind couldn’t help but imagine her naked body. As he quietly reached the top of the stairs, she continued to babble. Though he could hear much better, he still had trouble understanding parts of what she was saying so he slowly walked down the hall toward her room. He stopped beside the door and closed his eyes, imagining her full breasts and soft hips swaying in front of him. He’d never violated her wishes in regards to sexual matters, and he knew that if she found him here, she would likely get angry. However, his desire got the better of him, and instead of stepping back, he stepped around the corner into her room. What he saw made his mouth go dry and his penis become hard.

Shannon was washing her face at the sink. She was wearing only a set of white cotton panties and was bent at the waist as she splashed water on her face. The angle he had not only afforded him a view of her barely covered ass, it also afforded him a partial view of her breasts which hung freely over the sink.

He was mesmerized. He had felt most of her body through her clothes, but he’d never seen her in anything etiler escort less than a one piece bathing suit. He’d fantasized about her many times, but the goddess he saw before him was more sensual than he’d ever imagined. Again, his lust emboldened him and he quietly took two more steps until he was just outside and to the side of the bathroom door.

She finished washing her face and padded out of the bathroom. When she saw him, her eyes widened and she jumped. “What are you. . .?” Before she could finish the sentence, he had covered her mouth with his and gently, but firmly taken her hands. She struggled, trying to speak and squirm out of his embrace, but he pressed her back against the wall, using the weight of his body to help keep her there. Bo kept his mouth on hers, kissing her firmly, stroking her lips with his tongue, not letting her get her breath or say anything. Slowly, her struggles lessened and her body relaxed. He kept her hands in his even as she parted her lips and let her tongue dance with his. He continued to kiss her passionately for several more minutes, feeling her relax even more and sensing her breathing becoming quicker.

When Bo felt certain she was in the moment with him, he briefly took his lips from hers and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, he resumed kissing her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers with it. She whimpered softly and returned his kiss heatedly. Now, he slowly loosened his grip on her hands. First, they fell limply to her sides, but then she reached up and gently cupped his face. She broke their kiss, and he opened his eyes to find her staring into them. She was panting and her eyes were wide with something, desire, fear; he couldn’t tell. Without closing his eyes, he moved in and kissed her again. Her glazed eyes seemed to lose focus and she made a sound that was something between a whimper and a moan.

Now her hands moved from his face to his chest, resting on it for a moment before finding the top button of his shirt and unbuttoning it. As her hands moved down his shirt, Bo lightly stroked the back of her arms from shoulder to wrist. He smiled as goose bumps formed and she shivered slightly. His eyes were drawn back to her breasts and he noticed that her nipples were nearly completely erect. He let his fingertips glide up and down her sides and again she shivered at his touch. As she pulled his shirt from his trousers, he gently stroked the sides of her breasts with the back of his hands. She sighed deeply and looked up into his eyes. Locking her gaze on him she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He held her eyes with his as he quickly shrugged out of his t-shirt, then stepped to embrace her again. Shannon caught her breath and then moaned as he crushed her breasts against his chest and kissed her feverishly. His hands moved down her back, scratching lightly. His hands cupped her bottom and she pressed herself into him. Her bottom was full and soft and felt incredible in his hands. As she pressed against him, he knew she had to feel his hard-on. His penis was aching to be released.

Now, he took a step away from her and gently turned her so that her back was to him. He began to kiss the back of her neck and earlobes as his hands lightly stroked her thighs. His fingertips moved closer and closer to her panties until they were lightly rubbing against the edges. Her breath was ragged and quick now, but instead of moving his fingers over her panties, he let them glide up. He took her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. Incredibly, they looked and felt bigger and heavier than he’d imagined which amazed him and made him want her all the more.

As he massaged her breasts, Shannon’s fingers twitched and she couldn’t seem to decide what to do with her hands. They moved from the crotch of her panties to his pants and the erection they obviously held, to her breasts, and she moaned sensually. Bo’s halkalı escort fingers began to rub and gently pull on her big, erect nipples and she moaned louder, whispering his name softly as her body responded to his touch.

She pulled away and turned back to face him, kissing him deeply and reaching for his belt. He smiled inwardly as she unhooked his belt and watched her unbutton and unzip his jeans. His hands found her breasts again. He massaged them for a moment, and then slid his palms lightly back and forth over her nipples. She groaned as she slid his jeans down, careful to leave his boxers in place. He stepped out of his jeans and then took her in his arms, intoxicated by the sight of her, as well as by her reactions to him. As they kissed again, he slowly turned her and guided her toward the bed.

As her knees touched the edge of the bed, Shannon shivered. Bo continued kissing her, silently praying that she wouldn’t stop things now. She broke the kiss and his heart sank until he heard her whisper, “The only rule is that you can’t put it”, she reached down and touched his penis through his boxers, “inside me.”

At first, he was confused, but the look in her eyes made him nod his agreement. She sat on the side of the bed in front of him and looked up at him hungrily as her fingers found his erection. As she pulled the thin fabric back, it sprang out at full attention and Bo sighed with pleasure. He almost collapsed when she leaned in and lightly kissed the head and began to lightly stroke his shaft with her hand. As her tongue began to flick lightly across his engorged head, he stepped closer and lightly brushed his fingers through her pretty blonde hair. Her hand began to move faster on his shaft and she gingerly took his head between her lips and kissed it, letting her tongue run all around it. He moaned, loving the sensations coursing through his groin. As she found the mores sensitive spots on the head of his penis, her licks and kisses became more directed and the pace of her hand on his shaft steadily increased. He knew that if he didn’t stop her soon, there would be no turning back, so he stepped back and whispered, “Not yet, baby.”

Bo leaned down and kissed her again, as he put one hand on the bed, and gently guided her back until she was lying down with the other. He kissed her sensuously for several moments and she responded with passion. He broke the kiss and began to plan soft, light kisses all over her face. Next, he began to kiss and lick her throat. Bo worked over it until he found the most sensitive places, and then he swirled his tongue over them and sucked them lightly. Shannon squirmed and giggled softly, then watched as he began to kiss over her shoulders and down her chest. She moaned softly as his fingertips outlined her breasts and his kisses moved closer and closer to her erect nipples. He looked up at her as his tongue began to circle the areola of her left nipple. Her eyes closed and her lips parted and she whispered, “Suck it, please baby. Suck it!”

He did. He took it lightly between his lips and began to suck on it. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her tit up into his face. He stroked her breast lightly with one hand as he sucked, while his other hand gently squeezed and pulled on her other nipple. He let go of her nipple with his lips and she let out a pouty moan. He quickly moved to her right nipple and immediately took it into his lips, sucking it deeply. She moaned again, this time with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair. He loved the way her breasts and nipples face in his mouth and hands. The sight and feel of them were making him hotter still.

After ravishing her breasts, Bo began to kiss and lick down her belly. He swirled his tongue in her belly button and licked across the hem of her panties. He looked up and met her eyes and mouthed, “Trust me.” His hands began to pull gently but firmly on her panties. She hesitated for only a second before raising her hips and allowing innovia escort Bo to pull her panties off. Shannon had a small triangle of light brown hair above her sex, which was obviously moist. Bo smiled and licked his lips as his penis twitched. He wanted badly to bury it inside her, but instead, he knelt between her legs and began to kiss the inside of her spread thighs. She sighed deeply as his lips and tongue moved up her thighs, and then she groaned as he began to lightly rub her pussy lips. He began to lick slowly up and down her moist slit as his fingers gently searched for her clit. Finding it, he began to rub it lightly as his tongue continued slowly tracing up and down her lips. She moaned louder and began to move with his touches. Now, he gently opened her with his fingers and began to lick her pussy as his fingers rubbed her clit more firmly.

Unconsciously, Shannon began to massage her breasts as her hips pushed her pussy against Bo’s tongue. Her moans became louder as she lost herself in the sensations coursing through her body. Bo switched places with his fingers and tongue, sliding two fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy as his tongue swirled against her engorged clit.

“Ohhhhh, gawwwwd!” she moaned as her bucking hips pushed her pussy against Bo’s face. Her arousal encouraged him to stroke deeper and faster with his fingers. He licked and stroked faster as her hips bucked in rhythm. Shannon’s pussy was overflowing with her juices and she felt as if she were going to explode. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened and she let out a long, high pitched shriek, followed by a series of screams as her body shook and bucked in orgasm. Her reactions were so erotic that Bo almost came watching and feeling her.

Now, he stood over her looking down at her body, desiring more than anything to bury his throbbing penis insider her pussy. She met his eyes and whispered, “I won’t stop you, but please don’t.” Then, slowly, she scooted back until her whole body was on the bed, met his eye again and said huskily, “Straddle me.”

Bo got on the bed and straddled her stomach not entirely sure what she had in mind. She pointed to a bottle of lotion on the bedside table and he handed it to her. She looked down at her breasts and then up at him and he gulped, and then smiled, realizing what she intended. Shannon whispered, “Hold out your hands.” He did and she filled them with lotion. Bo immediately began to rub it all over her big tits. Soon they were covered with the sweet, slippery lotion. As he rubbed it in, he gasped as he felt her lotion covered hand slither over his cock, covering it. Then he watched with absolute lust as she squirted even more down her cleavage. Satisfied, she set the lotion to the side and looked him in the eye as she pushed her breasts together.

Bo groaned as he slid his erection between her slippery breasts. The feeling was exquisite. He closed his eyes as he began to slide it in and out of her cleavage. As he slowly picked up the pace, he opened his eyes to watch his cock sliding in and out. Shannon watched his face, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. She began to squeeze her breasts around his shaft as he thrust, causing him to groan and thrust more quickly.

He moaned again, thrusting even more quickly, his cock swelling and throbbing to the point that it ached. The head of his penis began to tingle and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. Shannon must have sensed this, as her eyes met his eyes she said, “Cum between my tits.” Bo only nodded and thrust faster, concentrating on the pleasure in his groin. He felt the cum rise up in his shaft and he groaned, trying to hold back and extend the pleasure even as his hips inadvertently thrust faster. Finally, he could hold it back no longer and he moaned loudly as he felt himself begin to cum. Shannon pushed her tits together over the head of his cock as one, two, three huge shots of cum erupted from his penis. They were followed by smaller shots of cum as his penis fired again and again. He arched his back and moaned her name as his pleasure peaked, then looked down and met her eyes. He reached down and gently caressed her cheek, whispering, “I love you.” She smiled and blew him a playful kiss. He carefully got up and headed for the bathroom to get washcloths and towels for them, already thinking ahead to their honeymoon. He smiled in anticipation.

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Spiritual Sex

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My girlfriend Jen has been trying to get me to go to a spiritual group encounter. I had been putting her off because it just didn’t interest me.

“Larry says we both would enjoy it.”

Larry is some guy that Jen works with. He has been working on my girlfriend to attend one of these meetings. I guess Jen finally got to me. I was thinking she might break up with me if we didn’t attend one of these encounters. One Saturday evening we got in the car and drove out to this desolate location. It was way out in the boondocks and we actually drove by the road into the place.

I turned the car around and we drove down this long driveway. At the end of it was this large barn-like structure. When we got out of the car Larry came out of the building and greeted us. He gave Jen and big hug and he shook my hand.

“I am so glad you made it, you are going to enjoy this,” he said.

We walked inside and Larry took us into a small room. He poured us two drinks and then he gave us both robes to put on.

“Drink up and then change into these,” he told us.

Frankly I didn’t want to wear a white robe, but I did it to make Jen happy. We both drank down a goblet full of I don’t know what. I do know it was making my head swim although I couldn’t taste any alcohol. We waited a few minutes and then Larry led us out into the main room. In the middle was this large altar. Two sets of steps led to the top. On top of the altar were these large mats.

As I looked around there were people lined up around the altar. Jen and I were certainly the youngest of the bunch. Mostly everyone here was no younger than forty. Most looked to be in their fifties and sixties. I could tell that Jen was getting into the whole thing. She actually seemed giddy. Maybe it was from that drink. Jen was on the petite side with long blonde hair to her shoulders. I saw more than one guy giving her the eye.

Larry then introduced us both and then he walked over and took Jen by the hand. They walked up one set of steps and Larry told Jen to shed her robe. I damn near ran up the those steps and stopped things right then. I knew if I did that Jen would never forgive me so I bit my tongue and held my place. büyükçekmece escort Jen pulled her robe up over her head. Her tits looked magnificent, her nipples were erect.

I saw more than one guy with his mouth open. Larry then had Jen lie down on those mats. He called out a name and this heavy set man began to walk up the steps. When he got to the top of the altar he pulled his robe off. He was naked and he was showing a big beer gut. He also had this enormous cock dangling down. He must have been close to ten inches in length and it was thick as well.

My mind mustn’t have been working too quickly. I was totally caught up in what was happening. So was everyone else. I looked across the room and saw this dark haired woman spying me. She looked to be in her forties and was very attractive. The best looking woman there after my Jen. This heavy man got down on his knees and spread Jen’s legs apart. I could hardly believe my eyes right then. He got into position and he took hold of his cock.

I and all the others watched as he rubbed that fat mushroom all over Jen’s pussy. You could plainly see that my girlfriend was getting into it. She pulled her legs back and the heavy man fitted his cock into place. He began to push into Jen’s tiny pussy. Jen let out this blood curdling cry. I almost started to move when I felt Larry’s hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t do it Tom,” he urged me to go back.

I didn’t run up the steps. Ultimately Jen would have been pissed at me. I wondered if she even knew what was happening right then. This heavy man with the huge cock took hold of Jen’s ankles and brought her legs up. He was pumping his rod into my girlfriend. Jen looked like she was totally out of it. Somehow he managed to push all ten inches into Jen. His cock was completely buried in my girlfriend’s small pussy.

The onlookers were getting into it as well. Some were clapping, some were chanting. I looked over to the dark haired woman. She wasn’t watching the festivities, she had her eyes on me. I thought she had even used her tongue to lick her lips. My mind was so wasted I lost track of how long this fatih escort went on. The man fucking Jen finally let out a cry like some wild bull. His body stiffened and he began to cum.

You could almost see his stiff member growing and contracting. He was sending his hot cream deep into Jen’s belly. My girlfriend was totally into it. Her face had this look of ecstasy on it. She was squeezing that fat prick of every drop his sticky milk. The fat man finally fell onto Jen and they held each other for some times. Jen’s lover pulled out and stood up. Everyone but me cheered. He stood with his half erect prick in sight. All their love juices were dripping onto the floor.

He exited and some women came up on the altar and assisted Jen away. Larry didn’t waste a second. He took my by the arm and had me walk up those steps.

“Take your robe off, Tom.”

It must have been that drink that Larry gave me. I pulled the white robe off and stood there naked. Everyone was now looking at my nude body. Larry walked down the steps and he went over to the dark haired woman. He walked her up the steps. He didn’t have to say a thing to her. She pulled her robe off and threw it to one side. She was shapely, that was for sure. She had big breasts capped with large nipples. Her black bush was shaved down. Larry walked down the steps. The next thing I know this woman is on her knees in front of me.

She took my dick in her hand and brought my cock to her mouth. I just sort of lost it and I put my hand on the back of her head. I really didn’t have to urge this woman. She took all my cock down her throat. It was like she had done this many times in the past. She had me deep throated. I can tell you it didn’t take much to get hard. She was bobbing up and down and loving every minute of it it seemed.

After a few minutes she pulled away and got onto her back. I just stood there until she motioned for me to come over. Was it the drink? I went over and knelt between her legs. I took my cock and I pushed in the whole way. The crowd that was there went into a frenzy. I was fucking her like some crazy man. My dark haired lover was esenyurt escort besides herself.

“Fuck me deep!” She kept crying out to me.

I thought I was inside the whole way. Sex had never been like this with my girlfriend, that much I knew. This was something more primal, more deep. I took this woman and made her mine. I knew no one else was going to have her, only me. I just fed her my cock until I felt my balls pinch. I tried to hold back, but it was no use. I blew one hot load after another into my lover. She used her muscles to take all my love seed from me. I realized this had been the most intense lovemaking I had ever experienced.

After we finished she pulled me down on top of her and we held each other. I soon got soft and I pulled out and stood up. Larry led me away and as I walked back to the room we first entered I looked back to see my dark haired lover. She was up and being attended to. I could see her calling to me.

“Meet outside afterwards.”

When I entered the room there sat Jen. She looked like she was in a daze. She had gotten back into her street clothes. I tried to talk to her, but she held her hand up to me.

“Not now,” she said.

I would have to wait until we got back to the car. Larry entered and told us both us how great is was that we were part of the group now. I wasn’t part of any group, but I held my tongue. I got into my clothes and Jen and I stepped into the night. The sky was now pitch black and the stars were out. My head was still spinning. Just outside stood the dark haired woman. She walked over and placed something in my hand then walked away.

It was a long ride back to our apartment. I told Jen I didn’t want to attend anymore.

“Well I don’t feel the same as you,” she said.

I wanted to scream at her that she was under Larry’s spell. It seemed that we were falling apart right then and there. There was tension between us the next few days. Larry had told Jen about the next meeting at the barn. I didn’t want to go I told her.

“I am going again,” she said to me.

There it was. Either I went along with this business or we were finished. I went back to the bedroom. I got out the scrap of paper given to me by the dark haired woman I fucked.

“I want to see you again, alone.”

It was signed “Ellen” and her phone number followed.

This was it, the moment of truth. Should I see Ellen and give up on Jen? It looked like my path was set and there wasn’t a thing I could do to change it. I will report back when I have made my decision.

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Jenn

It’s now many years ago, but I still remember clearly the first time I met Jennifer. I was a young professor, and was advising new graduate students starting their doctoral programs. Jennifer Roberts was next, undergrad at Dartmouth, so I was expecting a typical WASPish young woman, but there was a disconnect when she entered my office – clearly Asian features, dark hair, somewhat taller than average and quite thin. Mixed asian and anglo I decided, a striking smile, somehow enigmatic but quite beautiful, distinctly almond shaped brown eyes. We talked about her interests and the faculty she might want work with, which it turned out to include me. We selected a full list of names, some courses for her to take and she went on her way. In the next few weeks we met several times to talk about research, and each time I was struck again by her smile. In the end she selected a colleague as her research director, I couldn’t decide if that was bad, or good – removing temptation.

Although she was not working for me, her project was in an area I was interested in and she came to talk about her project several times during her first year. We eventually decided that some methods I used in microscopy would be useful for her work, and developed a plan for her to learn them. She always had a smile when we met, and sometimes we would get coffee during a break chatting about random things, finding we had many common interests.

As she was learning to use the microscope she would sit in front of it and I would stand beside her, looking down as she adjusted her sample. At some point I realized that she often wore a fairly loose blouse, and when she leaned forward I could see that she did not wear a bra most of the time. Her breasts were small, and usually her nipples stood out clearly, visible even through the blouse, but leaning over I got some great views of them. Such views caused considerable stirring in my pants, sometimes requiring me to discretely adjust things to prevent a big bulge. It was never clear whether she knew what a view she was giving to me. These glimpses generated numerous masturbatory fantasies for me, but I was married with two little kids, faithful to my wife, and getting involved with a student was a good way to get fired, so I never pursued anything with Jenn.

Jennifer became very independent on the microscope, but I would still see her periodically and always enjoyed that smile that left such a strong first impression. She completed her degree and moved to New York, but kept in touch with periodic emails. When I was visiting the city we would meet for dinner, always greeting with a warm hug, and I would get caught up on what she was doing and tell her about what was going on in the department and with common acquaintances. These visits were always a pleasure, I think for both of us. She seemed to have occasional boyfriends, but there never seemed to be one who lasted from one visit to the next. When we parted there was also a big hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek.

It was nearly twenty years after I first met Jenn that my wife was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, and she was gone within a year – an agonizing year for me. The kids were off in college, so much of the time I was alone. I got into a routine, work all day, go to the gym in the evening to stay fit, home for a quick dinner. Almost no social life, and no sex life at all except periodic sessions of masturbation, usually while reading stories posted online.

The fall of the year after my wife died I realized I could take a sabbatical semester, and ended up planning to work with a colleague in NY to learn some new measurement methods. Things fell into place, and I was set to go, plane reservation in hand. I hadn’t contacted Jenn for a couple of years with all the turmoil at home, but dropped her an email to let her know I would be in the area for a few months. She replied quickly that she we should get together as soon as I was settled. After a couple more emails we agreed to meet for dinner on Friday, the day after I would arrive. The flight was good, I checked into the hotel, and got a good night’s sleep.

I got a number of details about my visit sorted out the next day, then decided to walk the couple of miles to the restaurant. I was a bit early and sat at the bar enjoying a gin and tonic when I saw Jenn walk in. The same very slim, beautiful woman and her face lit up when she saw me, and she almost ran over to give me a big hug.

As she looked at me the smile went away and she said “I heard about Amy, I am so sorry. That must have been really tough for you.”

“Yeah” I said softly, “but I guess I am getting over it. Life does go on. It was pretty hard on the kids too.” I paused a minute then said “It is sooo good to see you, it’s been too long.”

The smile was back on her face then as she said “Damn right it’s been too long. Grab your drink and let’s go have some dinner.” We got seated quickly, a small table somewhat out of the way. I took the seat against beylikdüzü escort the wall, while sat facing me. We spent a few minutes on the menu and ordered. We talked about people she knew from her time in grad school and what they were doing currently. We finished the main course, and the waiter came and cleared the plates. Jenn reached over and took my hand, stroking my fingers gently.

“It really is so nice to see you” she said, her eyes looking deeply into mine with a big smile on her face. Though it was a simple gesture, her hands on mine felt very intimate.

The waiter came over with dessert menus. Jenn ordered a chocolate mousse, while I got biscotti and cappuccino. After ordering I excused myself to use the restroom. As I returned to the table, moving to step in between our table and the next I looked down at Jenn and saw that she had unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and she leaned forward giving me a view as she had years before. I sat down, feeling a swelling in my pants as I did. I looked at her and could see her nipples were hard, making little peaks in her blouse. She was looking at me and had seen my eyes drop down, and then look back up. I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at her breasts.

Jenn laughed, and said “You didn’t think all those times in grad school were accidental do you?” As she said this I felt her foot slide up my leg, and along the inside of my thigh.

When the desserts came she insisted on feeding me some of the mousse. As she ate it she left a little on her lips and made quite a show of licking it off. The next spoonful I got was also placed so some was left on my lips, and I too licked it off showing more tongue than was really necessary. We finished dessert, and I asked for the check.

“I think we should go for a walk, don’t you? It’s very warm tonight” she suggested.

“That sounds perfect” I replied, and after paying we wandered out.

She held my hand as we slowly walked, at first neither of us saying anything. After about two blocks we came to a small alcove, with plants around, at the side of a building. Jenn stepped over into it and pulled me along. She looked at me, smiling, and then leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were so soft, and she gradually pulled her body against mine. The kiss deepened, with tongues quickly joining the action. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and her hips were pressed against me. What had been a slight swelling was now a full blown erection. I am sure she could feel this, and she began to move her hips against mine thrusting gently. This continued several minutes but then she moved her head back, gave me another huge smile, then hugged me tightly with her head on my shoulder next to mine.

She whispered softly “I have wanted to do that for a long time.”

We separated for a second again, but then I moved forward to kiss her again and pushed her back against the wall. This time I was thrusting against her, pushing the bulge in my pants against her and sliding up and down. We separated again and this time I said “And I have wanted to do that for a long time.”

She took my hand and started walking again, but a bit faster. As we came to a corner she said “Let’s go this way.”

We walked a couple of blocks then took a path to cut diagonally through a small park. As we reached the far side of it she stepped into a somewhat secluded spot, then kissed me passionately again. Her hand moved down between us and rubbed the front of my pants, sliding up and down my immediately very hard cock. I reached over to touch her breasts, playing my fingers over her very hard nipples. One hand soon moved down between her legs, feeling the heat there. Our mouths separated again, we stood close one of her hands still moving slowly on the ridge in my pants and my hand pushing up against her hot pussy.

She took my hand again, and we started walking more quickly. I had no idea where she was heading but hoped that it might be to her apartment. After about three more blocks she lead me across a street, and then into an art gallery.

“You might like this” she offered, and still holding my hand guided me in. There was a variety of different kinds of art – paintings, photos, and sculpture. She slowly guided me toward the back, and through a hallway that lead to an almost hidden gallery. Jenn slowed and we looked at some of the prints, which were clearly fairly old and Japanese in origin. They were couples, close together with elaborate clothes, and I realized quickly that they were erotic prints and the couples were making love, but this could only be inferred from their pose. As we moved along they became more explicit, with the kimono’s parted to show enormous hard penises thrusting up into an accepting hairy vagina. The faces usually showed little emotion in spite of the implied passion of the activity. The prints shifted to photos, some beautiful nude women, but then couples beyoğlu escort locked in loving embraces. In the first couple, like in the Japanese prints, it was clear that they were having sex, but they were not explicit.

Moving along they became more and more explicit, with exposed genitals and penetration being very clear. Near the end of the wall they became artful pornography, a black and white photo with the shaft and head of a large cock that was ejaculating onto a hairy pussy, with two streaks of cum dripping from it and another jet caught midair on its way. Another showed a shadow profile of an open mouth and tongue under another cock, again caught at the instant it launched a stream of semen into the waiting mouth. The silhouette gave me an impression of an Asian woman, making me think of my masturbatory fantasies of getting head from Jenn. My cock throbbed as I thought about what I had imagined her doing.

At the end of the gallery there was a door, with a keypad. When we reached it Jenn pulled me over and punched in a code, and opened the door which then latched closed as we stepped through. In this small room there were mostly sculptures, all very erotic and explicit. In the middle of one wall there was a satyr that looked to be bronze, with its large erect phallus curving lewdly up from the belly. Jenn reached over and gave it a rub on the end, which was bright and shiny as though many hands touching it had polished it. On the opposite wall was what looked almost like a small alter, with a thick shelf across about three feet up but extensions coming out like arms from either side. Jenn pulled me toward it then turned and leaned over to passionately kiss me again. I was aroused beyond imagining at this point. Her hand moved down and unzipped my trousers, and began to fumble with my belt. My hands moved up loosening her blouse and slid under to hold her breasts and tweak the hard nipples.

“I want you, now” she whispered, letting my pants fall to my ankles. Very quickly she unbuttoned her blouse, and reached under her skirt and took off her silky panties, dropping them on the floor. Leaning over she lowered my underwear, freeing my very hard cock which was pointing straight up. She backed up a step against the shelf and raised herself up to sit on it, then extending a leg over the arm on either side – spreading her legs widely and totally exposing her pussy to me. I stepped over and first used my fingers to probe her hot wetness, and leaned to suck on her nipples as she grasped my cock. I swirled my tongue over them then bit gently, first one then the other. She was very hot and wet. My cock was dripping precum steadily, which her hand spread up and down the length of it.

“Now!” she moaned, and I dipped my body slightly to bring my wet cock up to her opening and slid it in with one slow motion until my body was pushed flush against hers. I moved back, then thrust in more vigorously. Jenn had her legs wrapped around me and her face was buried against my neck. She looked up and kissed me again, helping find a rhythm that brought us together and apart over and over. She was so tight and wet and silky smooth, yet there was exquisite friction as I pushed into her. I wanted it to last but soon I felt my balls tighten as the cum started to rise in them. I tried to extend it but my cock hardened even more and Jenn moaned loudly “Oh god” as she started to orgasm. That did it, I could not stop as I started to shoot my load deep into her pussy. Over and over my cock throbbed and squirted and she held her body tightly against mine moaning with passion.

Finally I slowed my thrusts, and we looked at each other. She had tears in her eyes and said softly “I have wanted you so much for so long.”

“As I have wanted you” I whispered into her ear.

We hugged tightly and held each other, rocking gently. After a few minutes my softening cock slipped out of her, and I lowered her to stand in front of me. Her legs were still apart, her skirt still held up, and as we both looked down cum slowly dripped down onto her panties on the floor.

Jenn laughed, but then picked up her blouse and started to put it on. I pulled up my underwear, positioning my very wet and slippery but now soft cock in them, and then pulled up my pants. Jenn let her skirt fall, then stepped over and kissed me again, hugging me tightly.

“Let’s go” she said and pulled me toward the door, leaving her panties on the floor. We quickly worked our way out of the gallery, Jenn giving a wink to the woman at the front desk making wonder if this kind of thing happened regularly.

“We’ll go to my place” Jenn stated matter-of-factly. We walked briskly to a subway stop, and went down. She handed me a ticket and led me through the turnstile onto the platform. A train came almost immediately, and she said “three stops”, pulling me toward the end of the car.

She hugged me again, then kissed me slowly, our tongues playing. Though bizimkent escort it had only been a few minutes since I thought I had emptied myself completely, I felt myself starting to swell again. Jenn pulled back and looked at me with a big smile, then leaned over and whispered in my ear “I can feel your cum dripping down my leg, you must have given me quite a load.”

I chuckled, and whispered back “It had been quite awhile since I had so much stimulation, and I had been waiting about 15 years to do that. I have a handkerchief if you need to wipe up.”

Jenn nuzzled against me, and I gently nibbled her ear as my hand slipped between us to pinch her nipple. She gasped a bit, and after biting my ear whispered “Now you’re making me gush. See that girl over there – I think she’s been watching and can see the bulge in your pants and the stream of cum running down my leg. I think she can tell you just made love to me, and she’ll probably need to rush home and masturbate because she doesn’t have you to take care of her.”

The third stop came, and we ducked out the train doors and quickly went up to the street. “Just one block” Jenn said, taking my hand again and pulling me with her. We walked fast a block and a half, then entered an apartment building. She pulled me up one flight of stairs, went part way down the hall, then pulled out her keys and quickly opened the door. As soon as I was inside she pushed it closed with a loud thump, and pushed me into the living room.

She immediately started unbuttoning my shirt, and then my belt. “Get undressed” she said demandingly as she quickly took off her shoes, then her blouse, and the skirt, standing naked in front of me. Her lithe body was so sexy, I wasted no time in removing all my clothes. I stood looking at her, my cock standing up again. We moved together, feeling one another’s bodies fully, skin against skin. We kissed, hugging and moving against each other. My cock slipped between her legs but not yet up into, her feeling her wet heat, and she moaned loudly.

“I can’t wait, lie down” she ordered, taking a throw from the couch and putting it on the floor. I sat then leaned back on the soft blanket. Jenn immediately kneeled over me, reached down and positioned me so that I smoothly slid up into her very slick pussy. She leaned over looking down into my eyes as she began to move against me, sliding back and forth rubbing her pussy against me. She had her hands on my arms and moved faster, making throaty gutteral sounds. This time she was fucking me, but it felt just as good and sooner than I thought possible I started to feel that I would cum soon. To try to distract myself I pulled her over and started sucking on her nipples, alternating between them. She moved faster and I could feel her pussy clench as she started to cum, crying out in pleasure. It was too much, not possible to ignore her pussy grasping me as she milked out another load deep inside her. As I finished my orgasm she slumped against me for a minute, breathing very heavily. After catching her breath she sat up, with my cock still up inside, and looked down at me. She kissed me softly but sensuously, then sighed.

“I meant that to last longer” she said, “I thought we had taken the edge off, but once I started it was so good I could not stop.”

She lay against me again, wiggling her hips occasionally. After a couple minutes and a few more kisses she lifted her hips, letting my then soft cock flop our onto my belly, with cum dripping out over it. “My goodness” she said, “you filled me up again.” She bent down and took my cock into her mouth, and licked the drips of cum from my belly, then came up and gave me a very wet cummy kiss. She then stood up and extended her hands to pull me up, hugging me again once I was standing. She threw the blanket back onto the couch, gathered up our clothes and threw them into what I assumed was the bedroom.

Walking over to the kitchen she called out “I need a beer, do you want one?”. I gratefully accepted and we sat on the blanket covered couch, clinked the bottles and relaxed. We sipped in silence for a few minutes. I had not felt so relaxed and satisfied for so long. I looked over at her still naked body, gazing at the soft curve of her small breasts, her beautiful brown skin, and noted that the nipples were soft integrating into the gentle curve of the breast.

She saw me looking at her. “They’re so small” she said, “but nothing I can do, that’s what nature gave me.”

“They’re beautiful” I replied, “I never liked big boobs, yours are perfect, and sensitive – that’s much more important.” Then she leaned over and kissed me again.

Jenn sat back for a minute and finished the beer, putting the bottle on a tray on a coffee table. She put one foot under her as she sat down again, her legs splayed apart so I could see the dark hair covering her pussy, matted with our cum. She looked at me, with a big smile. “Do you know how long I have fantasized about fucking you?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer she continued “You know I think I would have unzipped you and given you a blowjob in your office if you had asked the first time we met. Then I learned you were married, and I don’t break up marriages” she said. Going on “I was a pretty bad girl teasing you with glimpses down my shirt all those times. I hope you weren’t too mad at me.”

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Chapter 7

Moving In

The flight from London came into JFK early that morning. From there Faith caught the connecting flight to New Boston. When she got in, she saw her new boyfriend Bobby waiting for her at the arrivals section. The stocky-but-well-built, curly-haired Bobby rushed to greet her, wrapping his arms around the large-breasted blonde girl.

“Bobby! You came to meet me!” she exclaimed in her sultry English accent.

“Of course, I’ve been thinking about you through the whole holidays,” he said as she kissed her long and hard, “So how was England?”

“It was nice. To be honest though, I actually missed the snow! We just got a bunch of rain out there. But it was good to be home again, even though I was dying to get back to you.”

After just meeting at the party right before Christmas break, having to suddenly be in another country proved to be rather difficult for Faith. She had a good feeling about this guy. He excited her more than anyone else since she started University. Bobby was all she could think about while she was gone.

“Well, you are back now,” Bobby said, “And we have the whole rest of the school year together.”

Faith smiled at him, thinking that even that didn’t seem long enough.

* * *

Dawson’s train pulled up to the station in the early afternoon. As she walked off the train she saw Alison waiting for her on the platform.

“Have a good holidays?” the buoyant blonde asked.

“I did actually,” Dawson answered as she walked down the platform with her roommate, “You seem… I don’t know. You look really happy or something.”

Alison simply shrugged, never once changing the smile on her face, “Just Christmas I guess.”

Jameson University was buzzing once again with the students returning from break. It was very much like the first day of school all over again. Dawson and Alison went back to their old dorm room.

“Well, this is it. Time to pack up and leave residence for good,” Alison said, as they were both moving into the Sigma house that day.

“Finally we get our own rooms. Space! Glorious space!” Dawson twirled around and giggled.

“Hey, so how did it go with Chris?” Alison inquired as they were both packing their things.

“Oh, well. I told him about the guy from the toga party. We’re through now.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Alison rubbed her shoulder.

“No no,” Dawson said, “It’s fine really. I think I wanted to break up with him. Now I’m free. Free to, I dunno, live the college life. Which reminds me, do you want to go out tonight? Pick up some random guys and bring them back here? I’ve been wanting to do that for a whole semester pretty much.”

Alison suddenly thought about Lana, but realized that she couldn’t tell Dawson or their secret would be out. “Oh, well, um, I don’t think so Daws. Sorry, I just, I dunno, not in the mood or something.”

“Oh, okay,” Dawson looked at her funny, “Well I’ll ask Anne then.”

“Yeah that would be good,” Alison said as she tried to quickly get off the subject, feeling bad for hiding her new relationship from her best friend.

* * *

Back at the Sigma house the girls were all reuniting after the Christmas break, hugging each other and hauling their suitcases back in to their rooms. Everyone was quick to show off their new clothes which they had acquired from under their Christmas trees that year.

Not too much later that afternoon, the three first-year sorority sisters arrived bringing all of their stuff from the dorms. Today was the day they were finally able to move into the sorority house.

The Sigma Delta house was a large house: three stories high with lots of room on each floor. The first floor had the foyer with the stairway leading to the other floors, the living room to the left of it and a small den to the right. Behind the living room was the large kitchen, and in the far right corner was a bedroom which was not being used, and was turned into a study and guest room, usually where drunken partiers would crash.

The second floor had six bedrooms, three on one side, three on the other, and a bathroom at the end. On the side opposite the stairway there were three bedrooms: Lana’s was on the far left end, Eileen’s beside hers and an empty room on the right end. On the opposing side of the hallway had Faith’s room across from Lana’s, an empty room across from Eileen’s, and another empty room to the right of the staircase, with the bathroom beside it at the end of the hall.

The third floor was very similar to the second, only that the head girl’s room, Brandi’s, took up enough space for two bedrooms. It was located on the right side of the hall opposite the stairs. Across from the stairway was Nikki’s room with the bathroom on the right end of the hall. On the stairway’s side of the hall was Raven’s room to the left, an empty room to the right and Kate’s room on the far right.

“Well girls, welcome!” Brandi said as Dawson, Alison and Anne walked in with their bags, “You are now officially residents of the Sigma beşiktaş escort Delta house! Come, I’ll show you your rooms.”

Brandi led them upstairs to the empty room across from the staircase beside Eileen’s room. “Alison, this one here is yours. Dawson, you get the one over there beside Faith’s room. Anne, upstairs.”

As Dawson and Alison took their bags to their new rooms, Brandi led the shy Anne up to the third floor.

“You can have the empty room here beside Raven’s.”

“Okay, great,” Anne answered meekly as she entered her new room and looked around. There was a desk and dresser already set up for her and a bed beside the window, but otherwise the walls were bare, ready to take her artwork.

“We’re having wine to celebrate girls, so don’t take too long!” she heard Brandi call out as she went back down the stairs.

Anne began unpacking her clothes when Dawson knocked on her door and walked in.

“A little bigger than the dorms, hey?” Dawson began with some small talk.

“Slightly,” Anne smiled.

“Hey listen, do you want to come out with me tonight?” Dawson asked her pledge sister, “I was, well, kind of thinking about…”

Dawson tried to think of how to say what she wanted. She sat herself down on Anne’s bed and said, “Alright, I just broke up with my boyfriend over the holidays, and to tell you the truth I just really want to get laid. Thinking maybe you want to come out with me, just the two of us, and pick up some guys to bring back. You know, to sort of break in our new rooms.”

“I-uh-,” Anne didn’t really know what to say. She wasn’t in the mood for random sex, and Dawson didn’t know about her date rape incident a couple months back. But she did fuck that guy at the toga party, and it felt good. Maybe it would be good for her to do it again. Also, she always felt like she was the one girl in the sorority left out of things, and now Dawson was asking her to do this with her, she didn’t want to turn down the bonding opportunity.

“Sure, yeah, that would be cool,” she said.

“Great,” Dawson smiled her big, white smile, “About nine then?”

“Sure.”

Dawson and Anne then went downstairs into the kitchen to join the other girls in a glass of celebratory wine. All of the Sigma girls were there as Brandi poured the white wine into glasses and handed them out.

“Alright, here’s a toast, to all ten Sigma’s under the same roof!”

They all raised their glasses, drank, and began talking about her holidays. Faith, having spent her Christmas break in England, had the most to say.

“So now you’ve got a new guy, we gonna be seeing him around every morning?” Nikki gave the buxom Faith a wink.

“Well, we haven’t… he wants it to be special. We don’t want to rush into anything, so we haven’t slept together yet, and may not for a while still.”

“Aww that’s sweet,” Raven swooned.

“That’s lame,” Brandi scoffed.

“Just cause you don’t need an ounce of romance Brandi, doesn’t mean other girls don’t,” Raven rebuked her.

Brandi laughed. “Romance is overrated. See, Nikki had it right before when she and Colin were just fucking. But then you had to go ruin it by agreeing to date him.”

“He was too sweet! I couldn’t say no,” Nikki defended herself, thinking back to the party before Christmas where he declared his feeling for her in front of everyone.

The girls continued to giggle and argue over boyfriends a little longer until the wine was gone and they dispersed over the house. As Brandi was putting the empty bottle away, the tall, leggy Kate approached her.

“Hey Brandi, listen. I need a favor.”

“Name it,” the petite Brandi replied.

“I, well, I’ve been using that dildo you gave me lots over the break. And fuck, I realized I really need to get laid.”

“So what do you need me for? You’re amazingly hot Kate, just go find some guy.”

“I don’t wanna have to go and spend the effort to let someone try to pick me up and all that bullshit,” Kate complained, sounding once again like her bitchy, annoyed self, “I just want some guy to come, fuck me, then leave.”

“I totally understand,” said the most notorious slut on campus, “Don’t worry, I’ll call up a guy for you.”

“Thanks Bran,” Kate said as she walked off.

* * *

That evening Dawson and Anne went to the Young Leaf to scope out the guys back from break. With two hot first years, the quirky blonde Anne and the sweet brunette Dawson, it didn’t take long for them to attract guys over to their table. Dawson was wearing a very low cut blue tank top with tight jeans, while Anne was wearing a white undershirt which was easily seen from beneath her tiny, tight yellow shirt, increasing the affect of guys coming to them like bugs to a light.

“Can we buy you girls a drink?” asked the first two guys to arrive, one a handsome redhead, the other shorter with curly brown hair.

“Sure,” Dawson flashed him a flirty smile, “I’ll have a screwdriver.”

“Vodka beşyol escort and 7up,” Anne said, trying not to look as uncomfortable as she felt.

The boys bought them their drinks and they chatted for a while about nothing in particular. Dawson was making it very clear what she wanted. She loved flirting so openly like this. She felt so free without a boyfriend to hold her back.

After a couple more drinks. The guys finally got up their nerve to ask them back to their place.

“Actually, why don’t you come back to our place?” Dawson turned the question around, “Anne and me both just moved into our sorority house, so we have our own rooms now and everything.”

“Ah, I get it,” the redhead gave her a sly smile, “Breaking in the new place.”

“Something like that,” she winked back.

So Dawson and Anne took their two new friends back to the Sigma House, sneaking them up the stairs. None of the other girls saw as they were already in their own rooms for the night. Anne just went along with it even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to have sex with this guy. But if she stopped now, she would be just a tease.

Dawson brought the redhead into her room, sitting him down on the bed and kneeling over him to make out with him.

She broke away for a moment, lifting his shirt up over his head. Then she crossed her arms down to grab the bottom of her tank top, removing it as well. They returned to their lip-locking as he fumbled with her black bra strap.

Once he got her bra off she laid him down on his back, crouching over him like a cat. She moved down to unbuckle his pants, pulling them off and taking his disappointingly small dick in her mouth. She didn’t suck very long, just until he was good and hard.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“Y-yeah, in my pants.”

She got off the bed, went over to his blue jeans lying on the floor, and got the condom out from the pocket. She slipped it onto his dick and then lowered herself down on top of it. Her pussy had been wet for some time already, so it didn’t need much help sliding over his stiff cock.

She started riding him slowly, getting the feel for his countermoves (of which he didn’t really have any). She placed her hands flat on his stomach and began gyrating a little faster, feeling the tip of his little cock against the wall of her vagina. It felt so good she had to go faster, then a little faster, then a little faster. She moaned each time she felt the cock rub against her with each thrust.

Dawson was fucking him hard now, her brown hair swaying with her head, her big boobs bouncing up and down. She started calling out “Oh yes! Oh yes!” She could feel herself reaching climax.

“I’m going to cum!” he told her.

“No! Wait!” she yelled, but he began grunting and she could feel his dick pulse inside her. But Dawson didn’t stop. She kept riding his cock, faster and harder, determined to reach the end before he limped up. And just when she thought it might be a futile effort, it hit her. The orgasm rushed through her as she gasped her mouth wide open and had a long, silent scream of pleasure.

Dawson lifted up away from him and collapsed on the bed, her curvy, soft body dripping with sweat.

* * *

Meanwhile, Anne led her man up to her bedroom on the third floor. As she closed the door she looked back at him with eyes like a puppy dog, leaning shyly on the doorknob.

“Listen, I know that this is going to make me sound like a tease, but I don’t really want to have sex.”

“I, uh, okay…,” the guy stammered, trying not to be a jerk about it, “Then what do you want to do?”

Anne decided to tell him, even though she knew she would sound selfish. “Alright, I’ll be honest. I recently had a bad experience with a guy, and I’m still trying to build myself up to having sex. And I will have sex with you, if you don’t mind doing something for me first.”

“What’s that?”

“Eat me out. Three times. The third night you do, I will have sex with you,” she offered.

“So I have to wait for three more dates?” he sounded skeptical.

“I’ll even… well… I’ll let you do me, um, in the ass.”

That seemed to win him over. He laid her down on the bed and removed her pants, revealing her trimmed, blonde hair above her pussy. He knelt down at the end of the bed and dug his face in. He was clumsy and a little inexperienced, but Anne didn’t mind. She just laid back and enjoyed it.

* * *

Kate was already in bed wearing a silky blue nightie, reading her magazine, when she heard the knock on her door. Kate got out of bed, strutting with her long legs over to the door. She let in Brandi who had a tall, well-built black haired senior with her.

“Kate, this is Greg,” Brandi introduced, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

As Brandi closed the door Greg turned to Kate and said, “Good to met you, I-“

But that was as far as he got, as Kate had tackled him up against the door, trapping him with her beykent escort body, her left leg rising up against his right.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said in a low, raspy voice, her face an inch away from his own.

She dragged him to her bed and pushed him over onto it. Then she ripped her nightie off and tossed it to they side. She strode up to him completely in the buff, her long, slender form swinging back and forth with each step.

Greg scrambled to get his clothes off. Her aggressiveness had already made him hard. Kate climbed up over his pelvis and said, “Now just let me use you.”

She lowered her pussy over his large cock, letting it slide all they way inside her. She fucked him by swinging her hips back and forth against his dick, leaning back and grabbing her thighs as she did.

Kate closed her eyes the entire time, thinking only of herself as she used this guy’s dick to hit her pleasure spots, grinding and moving in whatever way felt best to her. Her breathing was hard and fast, and before she knew it she came.

“Oh yes, YES!” she cried, but she didn’t stoop. She rammed him even faster now, grinding away.

“I want to cum again, again!”

“Okay, okay!” he said from underneath her, enjoying every moment of his objectification.

Kate let her arms out, waving them at her sides and she bounced against his stiff rod, ready for another orgasm, and maybe a third after that. Leaned her head back and smiled, letting herself go to the pleasure.

* * *

As Dawson, Anne and Kate were all busy with their random guys in their rooms, Lana snuck out of hers in the middle of the night. She tiptoed down the hallway and let herself into Alison’s room.

Lana gently slipped under the covers next to her secret girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her. Alison woke sleepily but with a smile on her face, snuggling closer to the soft, buxom Lana.

* * *

The sounds of the hallways at Jameson University were soon back to normal. As classes were dismissed, students poured out into the halls, buzzing with talk about their Christmas holidays and their new set of classes.

Dawson and Alison walked down the halls together wearing their Sigma Delta sweaters and matching tartan skirts. It was a tradition that the sororities and fraternities wore their specific uniforms on the first day back to classes.

Dawson and Alison talked about Dawson’s night the night before and gossiped about the other girls.

“So he left this morning?” Alison inquired.

“Yeah,” Dawson said, “It’s weird. It feels like I’m a real sorority girl somehow.”

“Was Anne’s guy hot?” Alison asked.

“He was okay. But did you hear them?? Wow.”

“Oh that wasn’t them,” Alison gossiped, “Kate had some guy over too apparently.”

“Hey Dawson!” they both heard suddenly as they turned a corner into the science hall.

As they looked Dawson saw her rival Jordan along with her best friend Tawnee. They were both wearing their green and silver Lambda Kappa sweaters, though Tawnee filled hers out much better than the tiny Jordan.

“What is it Jordan?” Dawson said lazily as she rolled her eyes.

“What was the deal with you and Eric last night? Karen said she saw you leave the Young Leaf with him last night,” Jordan said accusingly.

“So?”

“So I was going for Eric! You went home with my man!”

“Well, sorry Jordan, I had no idea,” Dawson shrugged, “But if he’s yours then why was he in my bed last night?”

That angered Jordan. “You fucking bitch. Katie may have called a truce between our two houses, but this might be enough for her to break it.”

“We’re really not scared of you guys Jordan,” Alison said in defense of her friend as they walked away, giggling once their backs were turned to their would-be pledge sister.

* * *

Outside on the school grounds, Kate, Nikki, and Raven were walking to class together, dressed in their sorority outfits with their backpacks on their backs, their sexy legs moving from under their plaid skirts.

Kate was in a good mood this morning after her random sex the night before and therefore was even cockier and more arrogant than usual. That was why when she bumped into another girl on their way across the yard, she couldn’t help but turn around and deride her.

“Watch it you gothy freak!” she exclaimed to the skinny goth girl who was passing the three of them.

The girl who Kate ran into was Liz, a very skinny goth girl with long, straight black hair which was streaked with red, pale white skin, black eye shadow, and loose black clothing covering her tiny form.

“Shut up Kate,” she mumbled.

“What’s that Liz?” Kate stood with her hand on her hip, “You’re telling ME to shut up?”

“Kate, leave her alone,” Raven tried to pull her back around.

“Why Raven? What do you care about this vampire-wannabe bitch?”

Liz however showed no fear in front of the bitchy Kate. She walked back and stared her straight in the eyes. “Listen you little cheerleading whore, I didn’t do anything to you. So just cause you’re intimidated by us “goths” who actually have personalities, doesn’t mean you have to snap at me whenever you see me.”

“Keep walking freak,” Kate swung her brown hair back around her shoulders as she turned and marched off with the girls. Raven looked back and gave an apologetic shrug to Liz.

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I live in s small subdivision where the lots are at least two acres which means neighbors and street light are some distance away. I have resisted getting a security light installed because it is nice to wake out on my deck on a warm night and look up at the stars.

My girlfriend and I were in the den watching a movie last evening; after a rather long day at work for the both of us. Our usual routine after we get home it to change out of our clothes into something comfortable, we both work in an office so we both find the least constricting things in our closet to wear. For me it’s a tee shirt and a pair of old stretchy sweat shorts. My girlfriend is a small thing barely 5′ tall with very long black shiny hair that almost comes to her waist, dimples on her cheeks full lips and a killer smile and large dark almost black eyes. She had a very nice round ass shapely legs and a pair of large full round tits that don’t sag at all and very dark nipples. She always strips down to nothing, puts bahçeşehir escort on a pair of beach shorts with no panties and a tee shirt less her bra. I always get hard just looking it her and she knows I do.

We were sitting on the couch; she had her head on my lap watching a movie when a storm blew in. We heard the rain hitting the windows then saw the lightening flashing and the resulting claps of thunder. The lightening and claps of thunder were getting closer together and it wasn’t long after that we heard a loud boom and as we looked out the window we saw green smoke coming from the transformer just down the street and then the light went out. The house was pitch black so we just sat there doing nothing waiting on the lights to come back on. After a few minutes she got op and set beside me leaned over and whispered in my ear that she could think of a lot of things to do in the dark, and then kissed my cheek. I bakırköy escort felt something his my legs and reached down it was cloth the I heard a giggle and reached out to find my baby’s tits minus the tee shirt. She straddled me so she could but her large breasts in my face she loved having her tits kissed and her nipples sucked, and the harder the better.

I pulled her close and kissed her then found my way to her titties and kissed and sucked her nipples. She could feel me getting hard and slid off my lap onto the floor in from of me tugging at my short as she went until she got them off. She put her head between my legs and found what she was looking for. Now I must say my baby enjoys sucking cock and takes her time doing it. I have a rather thick cock not super long but very wide and she takes me in her mouth and love to deep throat me so she takes my hard dick down her throat to the point she sometimes gags. When I başakşehir escort pull it out of her mouth there is thick saliva hanging from it which is the perfect lube for her tight pussy. I pulled her off my dick and laid her on the couch, pushed her legs back and kissed her wet pussy; I found her little hard clit and licked and sucked it until she started to shake. She climaxes easy; she puts her hands out to me and tells me she needs me in her.

I crawl between her legs and start to put my meat in her soft wet pussy and she says ok my love buy I want you to finish in my ass. I push her leg back and shove my cock deep in her; she lets out a small gasp and meets me thrust for thrust. I pull out of her and lube her butt hole with juices from her pussy and then easy my cock in her ass; she says that’s it baby fuck me and I move in and out of her. She feels the head of my dick starting to swell within her and says give it to me baby and my warm creamy cum shoots deep inside her. We stay like that for as long as my cock will stay in her. I sit back on the couch and she comes to me kissing me while her hand finds my cock and she keeps it there while we kiss.

The lights come back on, we are still kissing, she gets up walks over and turns the light of get back on the couch with me and says “I’m not finished” and puts her head in my lap again.

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Socks and Stockings Ch. 05

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Once I arrived home I flopped down on the couch. Brian wasn’t home yet. I was exhausted and immediately went upstairs. I peeled off my clothes. I dropped them haphazardly into the floor and squeezed my breasts to ease their ache. It felt good to be free of clothing after a long day, especially a strange one. I turned on the shower, running the water on a medium high temperature as I usually did. I liked very hot baths.

My muscles almost instantly relaxed under the cascade of steamy water and I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. This was the first time in a few weeks I was able to use a shower to relax instead of just get clean. I piled fancy, strong-scented soap on a bath poof and scrubbed off the day’s dirt and sweat. The smell of violets, amber and musk filled the bathroom. My mind drifted back to the hypnotism session, how the incense had aided in my trance. It had been amazing to be touched again and so refreshing to be in control, even if it was just in my mind.

Maybe there was something to what the doctor had said. For the second time that day, I felt in control of my situation. My body was aware of itself under the hot water. My eyes closed and my brain eliminated all sound except the millions of high-pitched tap of each drop slapping my body and the tub floor. In my mind I replayed the scene from earlier. Surely if I could think it, it could happen. If it was so strong and felt so real, it had to be possible.

I was resolute. Tonight I would seduce my husband and it would not fail. But I had little time. I quickly washed my hair before leaving the shower. I dried off quickly, not worrying about styling my mane. It was shamefully natural looking, the unruly waves appearing as I raked fingers through it. I thought quickly as I entered the bedroom. What to wear? What to do? He could come home any second.

I heard the front door open and footsteps. ‘Oh lord!’ I thought. I was giddy and panicked all at the same time. Without thinking much, I grabbed the comforter in my fingers and ripped it off the bed, throwing it into the floor. I snatched the white top-sheet from their careful tucks and wrapped it around my body.

“Eve?” Brian called out. I felt stupid, flushing as I realized I was only wearing a sheet. This wasn’t sexy at all! I looked around, ‘Where to wait for him? Should I call out to him?’

“Eve?” He called out again. atakent escort He was on the landing! I eased onto the bed in the dead-center. ‘Look seductive?’ How did one go about doing that consciously without seeming fake? ‘Fuck!’

“Eve?” His feet tromped up the stairs. ‘Oh God!’ I thought. As if a last defense against looking stupid, I slammed my wide eyes shut and pretended to be sleeping. ‘Why did I do this?!’ I screamed at myself in my head, somehow managing to slow my breathing. He walked down the hall past the office and his feet stopped at the bedroom door.

“There you are, I-” he stopped himself, I guess seeing that I was “sleeping”. I thought he might turn and leave but instead he stepped closer. ‘What is he doing?’ I thought, ‘I’m sleeping?’ I tried not to breathe harder as anticipation covered me with goosebumps.

He stopped at the bedside. I wished more than ever that my eyelids were like those two-way mirrors. If only I could read the expression on his face. The silence was killing me. Just as I was milliseconds from opening my eyes and pretending to wake up, I felt fingers on my face. It was such a small tender touch, something I hadn’t felt in a long time from him. He was watching me sleep and must have felt an impulse to reach out and touch me.

His thumb traced over my lip and I couldn’t help but shudder. Tenderness transferred into such deliberateness could make any woman shudder. My eyes stayed closed. I was too afraid I would stop him. His thumb moved and I felt the angle of his hand shift on my face and his lips replaced his thumb tip. Paralyzed, I let him kiss me. Small, soft, luxurious kisses. Each one meant the same thing… they all made me melt. Instant arousal nearly drove me to wrap my arms around him, but I fought with all my power to let him do what he wanted. After all, that was all I ever really wanted… for him to spend his pleasure on me whichever way he wanted. Though chaste touches, they were not weak or pedestrian, they were special.

He moved his mouth away and I thought my heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. Was he going to leave now? Involuntarily, I let out a little moan and immediately regretted it. I was sure that damned noise would destroy everything. It almost startled me when he… chuckled. It didn’t sound snide or mean, it akbatı escort seemed to be a chuckle of genuine amusement. He quietly whispered to no-one, though I could hear him clearly, ‘Don’t want me to stop?’ I wanted to vehemently scream, “No!” but again I fought hard.

His hand moved from my face, down my throat and over my collarbone then to the folds of the sheet over my breasts. Again I thought my heart might shatter but for a different reason. I was almost surprised he remembered where my nipple was, but he found it after a moment, stiff through the sheet. He turned the tips of his fingers lightly around the swelling bump and my whole body blazed to life. Surely I couldn’t handle it anymore… how much longer would I let him touch me like this?… till I went crazy?

Letting go of the aching diamond-hard bump, he ran his fingers down my stomach. ‘I can’t stop a response if he touches me there… I can’t!’ I yelped in my head. Index finger and middle finger pressed into the sheet between my thighs. His flat hand rubbed lightly from the place where my paralyzed knees almost trembled to the crest of my thighs. I was sure I would explode, the heat so intense where his fingers rested that he had to know I was conscious but he continued.

Lightly pressing, he stroked at the top of my slit, where my clit would be if he spread the soaked lips apart. A moan slipped out again and I cursed inwardly, though I wasn’t sure whether it was at the mistake or at the power the stimulation had over me. I was powerless to stop him, unable to react lest he stop…

Then his hands left me altogether. I heard him take a deep, long breath. Was that deep breath because he was aroused too? But why? How?

I felt some weight one either side of my head, his palms maybe? He breathed over my mouth, as if he was hesitating… thinking of kissing me.

‘Please!’ I called out in my head. He breathed shallower now and lowered his lips against mine. My body trembled as his tongue pushed apart my lips and slid over mine. I kissed him back, still restraining as much as I could, suppressing the moans that rose in my chest. After a moment, I tasted him with equal fervor. The sloth of the kiss became hurried and fumbled. It wasn’t suspension that held us in the air of anticipation, but the weight of lust that drove aksaray escort us downhill… our passion turning over itself until his shirt-buttons snapped and flew across the room, his zipper screeched apart and his pants were around his knees.

Ineptly, I was touching his glorious cock like a virgin who’d never felt one. There was no mystery as to where it would be as soon as that last white impediment was removed. Soon it was and my legs fell open. One of his hands grasped the sheet along with a fistful of my long hair, another fumbled clumsily at my chest. Almost immediately he was between my legs. He ground his hips against mine attempting once then a second time to press into me, our groans shaking the walls, rattling our skulls. With one able thrust he fully embedded himself in me and began repeating the motion as fast and as hard as possible. Senselessly, I laid there cursing as he stroked himself with my body, unable to tell up from down. There was no time and not enough wit between us to employ any special skills… this was raw, stupid barbaric mating as perhaps the creator had intended it to be.

Accompanying my dizzy inability to tell the difference between up and down was the inability to distinguish one orgasm from the next. My orgasms instead heated, cooled, swelled and contracted violently into each other – instead of a definable moment, an immense, stupefying, inescapable state of being. He eventually climaxed, some eons or seconds later and still thrusted until he was no longer erect. He never-the-less stayed buried inside, his weight bearing down on my heaving chest.

And afterward, he rolled to my side and we laid there quietly. Glowing, I couldn’t help but smile. But once our breath was caught, I lay there confused as to what had just happened. What had this meant? Was it all primal? Was this an ‘I’m sorry?’ Were there feelings behind the events? Was this the end of our dry spell?

I knew what this had meant to me. I had felt loved and beautiful. I felt like he appreciated me. It had been very primal for me once I let go. I perceived it had been primal for him but what about the feelings behind the actions? They had been so tender and reserved at first but was he just testing the water or had he meditated on my body? He had apologized before… but was this the final physical way he expressed it? Was he ready to obey his more primal urges, to let go of worry and go for me anytime? I certainly hoped so. I decided not to feel upset about it but instead to deal with things as they came to a head. Why spoil this moment when it felt wonderful just to lay beside him feeling somewhat like a sexual equal… feeling so united with him while remaining a separate being.

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Some Like it Hot (Lisa Wu #01)

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I met Paul through my job. But first I expect you’ll want to hear about me.

My name is Lisa Wu. I’m twenty-six years old and I work downtown at an IT company. Doing pretty well for myself, too, as a project manager with a team of techs working under me. The numbers vary depending on the work we have on, but typically there’ll be as many as five or six of them, mostly guys. It’s the proverbial cat-herding job — these guys are world-class time wasters who would spend their days playing video games if I let them. I have to ride ’em pretty hard. But one way or other we get the job done and that keeps everybody happy.

You might think it a disadvantage, in a job like mine, to be this petite Chinese girl who, frankly, is kind of cute. It might be, but it doesn’t have to be. Sure I need to lay down the law from time to time, but mostly we get on pretty well. Not so long ago my own boss took me aside, told me they’d been calling me the baby-faced assassin behind my back. I spent the rest of the day feeling more than usually pleased with myself.

What else about me? I’ve been single for a while now, largely by choice. Had a long-term boyfriend, then a breakup. Not something I want to talk about all that much. I’m over it now. Mostly. My body is over it for sure, if this restless feeling I’ve been getting lately is anything to go by. I miss the intimacy, it seems so long since I’ve felt another person’s skin against mine. So yeah, I guess in that way I’m kind of lonely.

Okay, I’ll be honest. I miss sex. Fantasies and touching yourself are all very well but they can’t replace the weight of a man’s body on top of you, of being able to rub my nose into his neck and breathe in the smell of him. I’m not saying I’m desperate or anything. Still …

My co-workers are out of bounds. I work hard to keep things very brotherly and sisterly in that part of my life — not that I’d consider going out with any of them anyway, but it’s the principle. As for my social life, that’s not much help either. It feels like I’m at that age where more and more of the best men have already been whisked off into matrimony or other locked boxes.

And on top of all that I’m just fussy, I guess.

But that still leaves clients. That’s where I met Paul.

He’s the lead tech at one of the companies we’ve been working for. I first knew him as this guy who would turn up at meetings, nothing super-special but presentable enough with a soft clean face and quiet eyes. Then we got into this habit of joking around afterwards. I’m always super strict and straight-laced at my own office — a severe business suit and a stern expression — but it’s different with clients. There I get to be sweet and girly, a real pussy cat. Not in an unprofessional way, you understand. Exactly the opposite: it works better than you might think. People tend to underestimate you when you go into a negotiation. Better still, I get to do my cat-expecting-to-be-fed routine where it never appears to cross my mind that I won’t get my own way. And I’m not above throwing in a few plaintive meows if that’s what seems to be needed. Honestly, it works. You’d be amazed. And if it doesn’t, it’s not that big a jump from pussy cat to tiger lady.

But it rarely comes to that. I always try hard to find the best solution for all concerned, not to use my wiles to put one over on anyone. After all, we’re all just trying to get the job done.

Luckily the project with Paul’s company has been going well. Everybody happy. Paul helps by being an easy guy to work with. He’s got this good-natured sort of face and a demeanor to go with it. Always joking around. It’s not like his jokes are all that funny, but it’s as if he’s accepted that this is the kind of guy he is and he’s comfortable just being himself, even if what comes out of his mouth is a bit lame sometimes. I like that. And yeah, I like the attention he’s been showing me.

But there’s more to him than just that good-natured face. It sits atop a lean lanky body, for a start. A sportsman’s body, it seems to me. Not like some sort of jock — I couldn’t imagine him wrestling or playing hockey, say — more like one of those agility sports. Fencing or snowboarding, something like that. I like how he moves. He might gabble his words, but his movements are like the speech of a wise old man, slow and deliberate, coming at their own pace. And he was single. I knew because I asked him.

Most of all, it seemed he might be one of life’s good guys. I’d decided I was going to snaffle him up and put this theory to the test, before some other girl got the same idea.

Problem was, he still hadn’t asked me out. I couldn’t see why not. He seemed to like me, and he didn’t lack for opportunities. It made me wonder if my bright and bubbly routine was backfiring. Maybe he thought I was only paying attention to him because he was a client. Was it time to try shy and sultry, I wondered? I decided not. It might scare him off. Thing is, he was kind of awkward at times — in that geeky avcılar escort boyish way guys often are. Always trying to make a joke of everything, just when you want him to be serious. Could it be he was too shy to ask?

Okay then, I’d just have to ask him instead. That suited me better when I thought about it. It would mean I’d be the one to choose time and place. And it seemed to me that Paul was one of those guys who needed a bit of prodding to get him moving. The sort who needs an organizing force in his life. My day job was all about delegating, but sometimes if you want something done right you just have to do it yourself.

One of the things we used to talk about was my cooking. I’d confessed to him that this had been my hobby lately, something to fill up all the extra time I had after splitting up with my former boyfriend (though I didn’t tell him this last bit). Truth is, I like to eat well, and with nobody around to take me out to good restaurants any more I just had to make it myself. All sorts of food: French and Italian, Chinese obviously. Paul used to tease me about it. One day he made this lame joke about Chinese food, something about how real men don’t eat tofu. So I thought — Right, you’re not getting away with that. I invited him to come to my place for dinner that weekend. He said yes, and Lisa went home a happy girl.

I called myself petite before, and maybe that’s stretching things a little. Five foot six when I tiptoe, and I prefer to describe myself as slightly on the cuddly side of slim. Not fat, you understand! I want it on the record that my belly is still flat enough you could set a table on it, not that I’m making any suggestions. But plenty of rounded edges too. And I’ve got a pretty face, at least I think I have. Not the sort you might see on the cover of a fashion magazine — too cherubic for that — but one I’m happy with.

My greatest asset, though, is my skin. When I was a younger I developed this peculiar determination that wearing a hat would be my signature look. I guess it was one of those teenager self-expression things, and back then choosing a hat was about as self-expressive as I was allowed to get (but that’s another story for another time). Whatever my motives, it left me with a habit of always being shy of the sun. Not vanity — or at least not just vanity. I happen to believe that every girl has a right to feel protective about her complexion. Nor does it stop at my neck: underneath all these clothes I’m as smooth and baby-soft as you could wish for, unsullied by all those nasty UV rays. No bikini lines on me. It’s kind of a shame that the best I have to offer is the one thing that needs keeping under wraps. Paul was just going to have to learn there’s more to me than meets the naked eye.

I instructed him to come to my apartment at seven-thirty on Saturday night. That still left all of the day to fill. So what’s a girl to do? Shopping of course.

I’d already decided what to wear: a cotton one-piece summer dress from my wardrobe. It was quite demure in a girl-next-door sort of way — it came down almost to my knee — but also quite clingy, almost like a body stocking. I was keeping my options open. I didn’t want to throw myself at him, but nor was Paul going to be left in any doubt as to what was at stake here — all those ample curves I mentioned. Play your cards right, and what-you-see-is-what-you-get.

Nor was I about to put on fancy shoes just to walk around my own apartment. That just left the choice of lingerie. No need for ambiguity here — if things got to the point where my underwear was on show then there’d be no more need for an exit strategy. I could go for broke, I decided, and treat myself to something new and sexy. So that’s what I did.

This took up a good chunk of the morning, then it was off to the supermarket. Paul had made fun of tofu, so tofu it was going to be: Mapo Tofu, a fiery Sichuan dish made with mincemeat and lots of garlic and chili. Paul seemed to think it was funny to describe bean curd as a food for wimps — let’s see how he gets on with this. Again, my project manager’s brain was at work. Planning ahead. I was still just a little bit angry, and a little bit uncertain too, about it being me who had to ask him out rather than the other way around. Could I be misreading the situation? We still had to work together. I had high hopes for the evening, but I also wanted a way to turn it into a jokey ‘just friends’ kind of thing, if need be. A way to get out with my dignity intact. I was going to have to play it by ear.

Back home the first thing I did was try on my new purchases. I stripped naked and gave myself a good looking over in front of the mirror. Mmm, all that silky skin — really it was a waste that nobody else got to see it. I did a little twirl, then stuck out my ass and gave it a wiggle. I could feel my body starting to tingle already. Paul thinks he’s some sort of expert on what makes a real man? ataköy escort Well, he wasn’t going to lack for a proving ground.

I put on my new bra, a frilly see-through thing that felt wonderfully silky against my skin. My breasts aren’t exactly huge — I meant it when I said I was on the slim side of plump — but with the help of the bra there was enough cleavage to be getting on with. A thought struck me. With the sheerness of the bra and the clinginess of the dress, how much of my nipples would be showing through the fabric? Especially if they got all hard and pointy like they were right now? Oh well, I figured, some things can’t be helped.

Next were the panties. These really were the flimsiest of things. A thong, black and high on the hip. Just the thing to show off all the pearly white skin of my little round bum, to accentuate the curve of my hips. It took a real effort of will not to slide my fingers over that silky band of fabric that was all that covered me. Will power, girl. You’re saving yourself for later, remember. I quickly slipped back out of them — keep them on any longer and they’d need to go to the laundry basket. Instead I pulled my morning’s panties back on, these being frumpy enough to get me through the rest of the day until it was time to change back before Paul arrived.

God, I was so looking forward to this. But could Paul be relied on to play his part? I could half imagine him trying to make a joke at just the wrong moment. Thinking about it gave me butterflies in my stomach. Good grief, Lisa, you really are getting yourself in a state over this.

Somehow I got through the rest of the afternoon without suffering a nervous breakdown. Preparing the meal helped a bit, though compared to some of my culinary exploits Mapo Tofu is one of the least ambitious dishes in my repertoire. In my current flighty state of mind, that probably wasn’t a bad thing — nothing that could go wrong. Essentially you just fry up some garlic and ginger then make a meat sauce before finally adding cubes of tofu. The special ingredient is a type of chili bean sauce called toban’djan. Isn’t that a great name for an ingredient? Toban’djan. I just love the way it rolls off the tongue. This made me think of other things that roll off the tongue and I grimaced to myself at this corny private joke. Is humor another of those things that atrophy from lack of sex? Or have I been spending too much time with Paul and his lame jokes? Steady on girl, I told myself.

Paul arrived on time. I invited him in then turned to let him take in the view of my clingy dress as I padded off barefoot to the kitchen to get him a drink. Now there’s an image to ponder on.

I was still feeling nervous. I’d built up such expectations for this night that I’d be crushed if it didn’t go as planned. Would Paul turn out to be who I hoped he was? At work he always seemed eager to please, but then men sometimes develop peculiar ideas about what a girl wants. To begin with I kept worrying he would break into the silliness I knew he was capable of, but to my relief, our dinner conversation stuck to more serious matters.

“So tell me your dream,” he asked me, somewhat later. “What would you do if there was nothing holding you back?”

“Oh, I don’t have dreams. I have ambitions.” I’m so used to speaking sternly at work that it’s a tone of voice I can slip into it without my even being aware of it.

Paul wasn’t daunted. “There must be something. Some thing you would do if your ambitions weren’t in the way.”

“Mmm…” Right now I knew exactly what I wanted, but I wasn’t about to say that out loud. “Maybe travel back to China. See where I was born, see where my family came from. I’m not sure. It’s not unimportant to me, but some things are better left as imagination. You know, the reality might not live up to the expectation, so why spoil it?” I shrugged. “Perhaps one day.”

I know I do that girly girl act with clients, but I’m an earnest type underneath it all, a real sucker for a serious conversation. There have been times, once or twice in the past, when people have taken advantage of that — pretended to be serious with me when they were really just making fun. You want to make an enemy out of me, that’s one of the best ways.

Not with Paul, though. That was one of the things I liked about him — what you see is what you get.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you going to tell me your dream?”

He grinned. “Oh, I can never remember my dreams.”

This made me laugh. “What a cop-out!” If I’d had something soft and convenient I might have thrown it at him.

He was thoughtful for a moment, or at least he pretended to be. “Actually, that’s not quite true. I can remember my dreams, for about five minutes after I wake up. I wouldn’t mind telling you all about them. You’d just have to be there at the right place and the right time.”

“You wish.”

He was grinning at me now. “Better a wish bahçelievler escort than a dream. Wouldn’t want to forget the experience five minutes after it’s over.”

“I don’t think there’d be much chance of that happening.” I said the words as prudishly as I could manage, though surely he could be in no doubt as to the inuendo. By now I’d forgotten all about my earlier concerns. Paul had been charming all evening. No inappropriate jokes, just the two of us talking together like adults.

“So what did you think of the meal?” Not fishing for compliments or anything. Just the natural flow of the conversation.

“It was delicious. So this is real man’s tofu?”

“Not too hot for you?”

“Not at all. I mean, it was spicy. I swear I’ve never had a less wimpy meal of tofu in my life, nor a more delicious one.” He was grinning at me now, but that was okay. This was what I had intended all along. A joke we could share between us.

“I just wanted to see if you were man enough to handle it.” I looked him up and down. “Seems you are.” I was entirely ready for him now. All he needed do was stand up from the table and I’d be there to meet him. But Paul seemed intent on taking his time. All of a sudden that nervousness that had afflicted me all through the afternoon came rushing back. It was all I could do not to jiggle my legs up and down like an impatient school girl.

Paul was watching me, a light smile on his lips. I had served the Mapo Tofu in a bowl garnished with a couple of large chilis which I had pushed to the side when dishing up the food onto our plates. Now Paul picked one up, as if to examine it in more detail, holding it by the stem, point upward. He wiggled it back and forth and we exchanged knowing looks, then he lent forward as if to brush it against my lips. I shied away with a brief girlish squeal.

“Nothing to be scared of,” he laughed. He brought it back to his own mouth and took a large bite off the tip. I gasped. This wasn’t just any old store-bought chili. This was an extra-hot variety of Habanero I picked from a friendly neighbor’s garden. Not the sort of thing to be snacking on raw.

To Paul’s credit, he didn’t spit it out. His eyes went wide, but he kept on chewing, then swallowed. He was very careful about putting the chili back down on the bowl though, treating it like some sort of undischarged weapon.

Through all this I did my best not to laugh. Mostly succeeded. I did a little ‘my hero’ routine over him — sympathy and a short round of applause — then went off to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water, figuring he’d be too proud to ask for one himself. He took it gratefully.

“So have I passed the chili test?” He said, breathing heavily and wiping moisture off his lips with the back of his hand.

“It wasn’t really a test,” I said, playing along, not wanting to spoil the moment. Rather than sit down again after I brought him the water, I had remained standing, leaning against the breakfast bar and all but wriggling in anticipation. Surely he could see the way was wide open for him. What on earth did he think he was up to with all this stalling?

When I spoke again, my voice had gone all husky. “Not a test, but perhaps you’ve earned a reward anyway.” Caution be damned. If he didn’t come and get me soon then I would go and plump myself down in his lap.

“Have I? What reward would that be?”

Inwardly I growled. Outwardly I made a tentative mew and gave him a bashful look.

I felt naked beneath my dress. That’s a statement of the obvious, I know, but I’m going to assume you know what I mean. My breasts and my loins swelled with longing, and for all their flimsiness my bra and panties suddenly felt more like B&D restraints, teasing me and holding me back. Holding me together as I felt ready to melt on the spot.

At last Paul took the hint, standing up and walking slowly toward me. Our first kiss. I held on to him tightly and let the sensation of it engulf me, reveling in the solidity of his body against mine, how he in turn had wrapped himself around me. I gave a little shimmy of my hips, acknowledging his erection, expressing how pleased I was to make its acquaintance.

The kiss went on forever. I think we’ve established that Paul wasn’t one of those rush-right-in sort of guys. Good for him. I, on the other hand, have a tendency toward impatience. I was in no mood to stretch things out for too long.

I was the one who broke away, pausing a moment to look into his eyes and brush a hand through his hair. Then I took him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Perhaps the slowness was a sign he liked being led on. Well, if so, he’d come to the right girl.

We kissed again, still standing, and again I was the first to break away.

“Wait a minute,” I said, taking a step back. I reached down and grasped the hem of my dress, pulled it up and over my head. “Don’t move, okay.” I turned and padded across to the wardrobe, putting in a little extra wiggle as I went. We’d only just finished our second ever kiss, but I was greedy for him already. All that pearly white flesh I’d been keeping under wraps for so long, I wanted his eyes on me, admiring me. The black lace of my new lingerie, the whiteness of my puppy fat thighs. The lingerie would be coming off very soon, but dammit, I was going to get my money’s worth first.

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I only bought the T-shirt for a laugh. My mates and I were out on a pub crawl of Covent Garden, and we came across this market stall selling dozens of T-shirts. The one that caught our eye was hanging from the awning of the stall. It showed the soles of two pairs of feet, as if their owner were lying down. The large, male, pair were pointing downwards, and outside them the small, female, pair were pointing upwards. Between them were two hillocks, representing the bloke’s bum. A couple of wavy lines above that indicated up and down movements. Above this image were the words ‘Smile if you fancy a shag’. One of my mates peered closely at it and said, “Oi Chas, that looks like your bum.”

That caused a lot of hilarity, with the others asking him how he knew what my bum looked like. I grinned, and replied, “Yeah, it was bloody hard work posing for that picture.” Well, after that I had to buy the shirt. It was black, my favourite colour because it contrasts nicely with my looks. I’m Chas Butler, 26, a shade under six feet tall, with dirty-blond hair and a sunbed tan I’ve carefully nurtured to look natural. I work out at my local gym a couple of times a week, and when I tried the shirt on at home it stretched nicely across my well-toned pecs.

After that it sat undisturbed in a drawer for three weeks. Finally, I thought I’d bought the bloody thing, I had to either wear it or chuck it. So one day when I was going out I pulled it on, feeling like a complete berk. Normally I have no trouble finding female company, but I’d been going through a dry spell for a couple of months and I was a bit low on confidence. To be honest, I half expected women to slap me and blokes to threaten me when they saw the shirt, but generally reaction was surprisingly positive. Most people tended to do a double-take, read it carefully, then look up at me with a big grin. If they were female I normally responded with a return grin and a wink, which would often produce an embarrassed look and a sexy giggle. Of course, I got the odd dirty look or blank stare when people saw the shirt, but for the most part they took it in the right spirit: as a saucy joke intended to give them a brief laugh in their busy day.

Then one day I was caught slightly unawares on a tube journey. An American lady was sitting opposite me. She looked in her early 60s, and quite haughty, dressed in tweeds and sensible shoes, sort of a university professor type. I saw her eyeing the shirt, and when she leaned towards me I was half expecting to be told off. Instead, she asked, “Excuse me, but does ‘shag’ mean what I think it does?”

I gave her a wolfish grin and said, “Yes gorgeous, it means exactly that.”

To my surprise she gave me an even filthier grin and, with a sigh, said, “Damn! If only I didn’t have a plane to catch.” Not surprisingly we got talking after that. She really was a professor, from Harvard, and she gave me her business card and told me to give her a call if I was ever in the States! That was the closest sancak escort I came to getting propositioned from wearing the shirt. Until three weeks ago.

I was on the tube again, travelling home from a mate’s house. I immediately noticed the girl when she got on. She was a big woman — not tall, five-three maybe — but probably double the weight that would be good for her. She was Afro-Caribbean, leaning towards the latter, about 22 I’d say, with skin the colour of caramel. She sat opposite me and started leafing through the newspaper that had been lying on her seat, while I quietly ogled her bare legs. She had sturdy round calves, almost like a dancer’s, big dimpled knees, and absolutely massive thighs. They squeezed together, and stretched the material of her black skirt almost to breaking point. The skirt ended well above her knees, and by scrunching down a bit I found a could catch a glimpse of her white panties.

When I glanced up, I realised she’d stopped reading the paper — and was giving me a huge grin. She had a round, fleshy face, quite pretty, big dark eyes with long lashes, a small nose, a dimpled chin, big red lips and perfect white teeth. Her hair was short and frizzy, cropped to within a couple of inches of her skull. Slightly embarrassed that she seemed to have caught me peeping at her knickers, I dropped my eyes to her statuesque bust, straining the material of an orange T-shirt.

When I looked up again she was still grinning hugely at me. She glanced down at my T-shirt, with its suggestive message, then looked meaningfully at my groin before her eyes returned to my face. Her grin was even wider than before, and she raised her eyebrows at me questioningly. I was stunned — surely she couldn’t be serious? Experimentally I gave her my cheeky grin and a wink. Her smile stretched so wide I thought the top of her head would drop back, as if it was on hinges. She widened her eyes at me, ran her tongue around her lips and shifted down a bit in her seat, causing her skirt to ride even higher up her magnificent thighs.

While I was still getting to grips with the situation the train reached my stop. Reluctantly I started to stand, wondering if she would do the same. She made a little sound and frowned momentarily. When I flopped back into my seat, not only did she start smiling again, she actually made a circle with her thumb and finger, and poked a finger of her other hand in and out of it a couple of times, leaving no possible doubt as to her meaning. To hell with getting off the train I thought, if there was any chance of getting off with that randy little bird. For another two stops our eyes remained locked on each other, and her grin stayed as constant as the Cheshire cat’s. I would have liked to sit next to her and try my chat-up lines on her, but neither of us had a spare seat beside us. I noticed at some point that she was wearing what looked suspiciously like an engagement sarıyer escort ring, but she didn’t seem bothered by it so I didn’t see why I should be.

As the train pulled into a particular station my little sexpot stood up to get off, glancing over her shoulder at me. Naturally, I followed like a hound on the scent of a fox, my cock stiffening in response to what was going on in my head. To my surprise she walked past the exit to the escalators from the platform to the street, and started up the emergency stairs. It was a winding staircase, and I noticed a sign warning that it had over 100 steps. People hardly ever use those stairs in underground stations, and I couldn’t understand why she would, especially as she wasn’t exactly athletically built.

I followed a few steps behind her, assuming she must have a phobia about escalators. However, as I got about a third of the way up the staircase I discovered what she was up to. I rounded the steps onto a small intermediate landing. There, in the semi-darkness, stood my girl, leaning on the balustrade with her back to me. The hem of her skirt was tucked into the waistband, her tiny white pants lay on the grimy floor beside her, and staring me in the face was a huge naked black arse. If my cock had been stiff before, it threatened to burst the zip of my jeans at that point. Unable to help myself, I breathed, “Fuck!”

She giggled and murmured “Mmmm” at me over her shoulder, wiggling her bum. It was absolutely crazy. She wanted me to fuck her right there in the middle of the tube station. Though most people would use the escalator, at any moment someone could have come up or down the stairs and caught us at it. If I’m honest, I think the danger probably acted as an aphrodisiac for us — I know it did for me. I’d never had a black girl before, or a really hefty one, and despite the risk of getting caught I couldn’t resist copping a feel of that gorgeous big arse. I stepped close behind her, dropped my jeans and Y-fronts, and stroked my rampant cock across her smooth warm flesh. She shivered and gave a little moan at that. Then I took a buttock in each hand and had a really good squeeze, kneading her big doughy mounds with my fingers. Judging by the way she pushed back at me and groaned, she enjoyed that as much as I did.

After a moment I felt a rush of warm air on my bare bum as another train entered the station below. I didn’t hear anyone enter the staircase, but it reminded me that we were in a dodgy situation. I slipped my hands onto her generously upholstered hips and worked my cock between those meaty thighs, causing her to sigh in anticipation. For a moment my prick caught between her thighs, short of the goal; but she shuffled her legs wider apart and I slipped straight into her cunt.

God, she was burning inside, and sopping wet, clearly good and ready for it. Her pussy was lovely and tight too — if she wasn’t a virgin I reckoned she wasn’t far sefaköy escort off. I pushed deep into her and just held it there for a moment, relishing the sensation of a warm, squishy pussy wrapped round my dick for the first time in months. Then I started slamming my length into her, hard as I could, my balls slapping against her and my fingers digging deep into her beautiful, velvety hips. She was gripping the balustrade so hard her knuckles turned white. She panted and moaned as I fucked her, and on each forward stroke she pushed her lovely great bum back at me, rubbing it against me in a little circle.

I reached a hand round her and felt short, prickly pubic hair. Moving downwards I found her large clit and began rubbing a finger across it, She went wild at that, pushing back at me even harder and whimpering, over and over. Suddenly, with no warning, her pussy walls clamped tight on my cock, I felt a surge inside her and she began roaring like a lioness. Anyone on the platform probably heard her, but by then I couldn’t have cared less if half the population of London had come marching up the stairs.

Having cum like a volcano, sexpot slumped forward onto the balustrade, slightly changing the angle at which I was screwing her. I took my hand back to her hips and concentrated entirely on my own pleasure, stroking her hip and bum as I pounded into her sweet, tight cunt. I lasted probably another minute before, unable to hold off any longer, I buried my cock in her to the hilt and shot a gallon of spunk up her.

I kept my cock insider her while I recovered my breath, gently stroking her hair and one buttock. I assumed that I was going to get an invite home, or at least that we’d exchange names and telephone numbers, but I was wrong. After about 30 seconds she disengaged from my prick, turned round, took my face between small powerful hands and gave me a big wet kiss, her tongue raking round my mouth. Then she scooped u[ her pants and, with surprising agility for a big girl, hopped round me and hurtled back down the stairs, not up as I’d expected. By the time I got my jeans back up and followed her the platform was empty, and I could hear the rumble of a recently departed train.

Since then, when I’ve got a bit of time to spare, I often spend a few hours randomly travelling the tube lines in my T-shirt. I haven’t seen sexpot again, although I’ve looked. Last week though, I got another pull. She was in her 40s, maybe 50, a skinny bottle blonde who looked a bit washed out by life. To be honest I didn’t really fancy her as such but, as my old dad would say, you don’t look at the mantelpiece when you’re stoking the fire, and one warm, juicy pussy is as good as another. She followed me off the train into my local park, and, without a word passing between us, gave me a nice suck to get me good and hard. Then I fucked her on all fours in the rose bushes, her knees digging into the soft earth, her thin white bum pointing skywards as I rammed my cock up her and she gasped obscene encouragement at me over her shoulder.

So, if you’re a young lady — or a more mature one, I don’t discriminate — travelling the London Underground one day and you fancy a quickie, look around and, you never know, you just might see me — a big blond geek with an encouraging grin and what I’ve come to think of as my lucky T-shirt.

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Snowbored

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Winter was coming and I, as always, was in charge of planning my buddies and I’s annual ski trip. Each year, right after Christmas we go out west somewhere for a week. Last year we went to Aspen, year before that Park City, we even went to Whistler a few years back, and this year I was thinking the Canyon’s ski resort, one of our favorites. We had been going on these trips since we were first able to drive and now this year will be our tenth year. My sister, Ashley, who’s two years younger than I am, started going on her own trip when she went off to college. Normally her friend was in charge but because she was getting married and had too busy planning her wedding my sister took over.

It was early December when I was at work and my sister signed onto messenger.

SknowAngel1988: Jason?

InCogNeedDo: Hey ash. What’s up?

SknowAngel1988: LOOK OUTSIDE!!! IT’S SNOWING!

I was a little shocked, so far this season we only had a few flurries, but as I looked out the window of my

office I saw accumulation.

InCogNeedDo: Nice… can’t wait for our trip

SknowAngel1988: Yeah, me too. When are you guys going?

InCogNeedDo: The second week in January, you?

SknowAngel1988: Same. We’re staying at the Canyons in Utah this year. You guys?

InCogNeedDo: You’re shitting me right?!?! That’s where we are at.

SknowAngel1988: I’m sorry, I didn’t know ?. I just got a deal through them so I took it

InCogNeedDo: Same. When do you fly out?

SknowAngel1988: Sunday at like 2pm, or something, on United

InCogNeedDo: Wow, I guess we should probably carpool then

SknowAngel1988: Really!? You’re on the same flight?

Just then my long time buddy, and now coworker, Greg walked in, “Hey, Jay, you get that email I sent you?”

“Uh,” I said, opening my email, “the one about the site specs for the Davidson project?”

“Yeah, that one, but I was talking about the one I just sent,” he said, as he entered into my office.

I hit refresh. “You mean this one? The one about the Burton boards?”

“Yeah,” Greg said, all excited as he came around my desk. He looked at my screen, “yeah this is my new snowboard, the one I was telling you about. And check out these new bindings,” he paused as he pointed out things on my screen telling me where to click. Just then my cell rang so I scooted back and let Greg navigate my computer while I dealt with my work related call.

A few minutes later I got off the phone. “Are you serious? Ashley is going to be out there the same time as us?” said Greg as I returned to my desk.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what to think about it. It could be fun, or really bad.”

“Hey, she brings her friends you’ll have no complaints from me,” Greg said as he jokingly ran his fingers through his hair.

“One of her friends his getting married you know,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah, but it’s Jen, and she’s marrying Dave, so big deal, he’ll be out there too. I wonder if he knows yet?” Dave was our good friend and had met Jen back in high school, which is probably the last time I actually hung out with my sister, well; I mean my group of friends and her group.

“I doubt it. He’s so laid back he usually doesn’t even know or care where we are staying until we pull up to the resort. And Jen is too busy with the wedding to worry about anything else.”

“Hey, speaking of which, you going?” said Greg, now standing in the door way.

“What, the wedding?” I asked, wondering what he was talking about.

“Yeah, I know it’s not for a couple months but still, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, of course I’m going. That’s another thing, I hope Jen will be able to relax on this trip and not bother Dave and us about it.”

“Nah, she’ll be fine, she takes vacations to heart, from what Dave tells me; leaves business at home when she gets on the plane,” Greg reassured me, “Hey, give my best to Ash for me.”

“Will do,” just as I went back to my computer all of the sudden Greg jumped back into my door way.

“It almost didn’t occur to me, if Ash and her friends are going out there, does that mean Kaitlyn will be there?” Greg asked, genuinely sounding worried.

It had never occurred to me either. Kait was a good friend of Ash, if I had t put a label on it I’d say she was her best friend, which made things awkward as I dated Kait my senior year in high school, but ended on sort of a bad note as I ended up cheating on her at college. Not intentionally, it really did just sort of happen. What’s worse is she found out when she came down to visit and I thought I could have both girls, but keeping them secret was the problem. When I took Kaitlyn out to dinner I ran into my other girl, Kate, who was also out to dinner with her other boyfriend… needless to say things ended messy on all accounts. I have to hand it to Kaitlyn, however, we both handled it very civil and we chalked it up to long distance relationships just don’t work. Since then I’ve seen her quite a few times, especially when she was Ashley’s apartment roommate down in college and şerifali escort I’d come to visit, and she was perfectly fine. There was a little tension, but still very friendly, nothing too weird.

“Shit, I never thought about,” I told Greg, “I doubt it’ll be a big deal if she is.”

“It might to her, and it also might become a problem if we have to spend any sort of real time together.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll run it past Ash and see what’s what. But even still, there’ going to be ten of us there, we can just sort of stay out of each other’s way.”

“I guess you’re right. Well, I gotta run. Talk to you later man,” and Greg was gone for good this time.

I returned to my IM chat with Ashley to clear things up about Kaitlyn.

InCogNeedDo: Hey Ash, is Kait going to be on this trip?

SknowAngel1988: Yeah. Which reminds me, you two need to grow up.

InCogNeedDo: What do you mean? I still feel terrible about what I did. In fact, I kinda wish it never happened

SknowAngel1988: You and everyone else…

InCogNeedDo: What do you mean?

SknowAngel1988: nothing… What did you mean?

InCogNeedDo: I meant I still miss her from time to time.

SknowAngel1988: Oh really? I was referring to all the drama that surrounded it. But you two should talk about it when we’re out there. She mentioned you the other day too

InCogNeedDo: hmm

SknowAngel1988: hmm? What’s that suppose to mean?

InCogNeedDo: nothing. I got to get some work done. I’ll talk to you later

SknowAngel1988: wait. Before you go, what rows on the airplane are you guys sitting?

InCogNeedDo: I believe we have all 5 seats in row 16

SknowAngel1988: wow… We have the entire row in row 19, I think. Let me check.

Its close I thought, but not close enough to matter. Maybe have a quick chat on the way to the bathroom or something, but nothing more…

SknowAngel1988: huh, looks like I was wrong. We have row 17. Fun fun fun!!!

Fuck. This trip might end up being a disaster, or just ok. No chance of it being remotely good.

InCogNeedDo: Wow, it’s like we booked this trip together or something, lol. I gotta get going, ttyl.

That was the last I spoke to my sister until a day before the trip. The day before we left I got all my gear together. I always brought the most because of the fact we made our own ski videos while out there and I owned all the gear and that I also skied and boarded so I had double in boots, boards and skis, and poles and stuff. I’d finally gotten all my gear together and just started packing when Ashley called. We set up when our vans were picking us up and when she and all her friends should meet at my house.

Finally the day had come for our big trip. As was our tradition, my buddies all came over the night before and stayed over as we stayed up watching ski vids, both our own and professional, and drinking. There was of course me, Greg, and Dave, and then there was Justin and Robert. The next morning we all got up and got ready and awaited for the girls to show up. They showed up in two cars, first my sis, Ash, Jamie and Jen, and shortly after came Kaitlyn and Stefanie. We all helped them unload all their many bags only for moments later to have to load them up into the two large Ford Econoline vans. We kept it simple, guys in one, girls in the other, no need for drama before the flight.

Everything was going great so far. We had a nice flight, though a couple of times the stewardess told us to keep things a little more quiet, as if we were a bunch of school children. Other than that everything was great. The Canyons was kind enough to pick up most of our luggage and bring it to the resort but each group had rented a big ass Expedition so we drove up to the mountains and to the hotel, which is when things turned from crazy coincidence to cosmic joke. My sis and I were both checking in at the same time and we had both rented giant two bedroom condos with plenty of pull out beds; truth is we all could have probably shared the one suite but whatever. I was given my room first, room 321, and then Ash got 322. Not too bad, right across the hall. Well, I was wrong, again. We get up to the room and it turns out they are at the end of the hall, and not across from each other, but rather next to each other. Not only next to each other, but they were adjoining rooms with a door that connect the two, creating a huge four bedroom, two living area, two kitchen, mega suite. By the time we got settled in it was already a little past 5pm, Mountain Time, so we decided to relax a little before heading out. The guys were keeping to our side, the girl to theirs, and the dividing door so far remained closed and locked.

Then the headaches kicked in. About a quarter after 6pm, we get a knock on our dividing door. Already a few beers in me I stumble over and answer it. Standing there is Kaitlyn, looking as beautiful as ever dressed rather fancy. She told me to get the guys ready for dinner.

“What are you talking silivri escort about, dinner? We’re not going to dinner; we still got like a few hours before we hit up the bars in Park City.” I stammered.

“Well, Ashley says we have dinner plan,” Kait said sternly.

Ash hollered from within the room and I could see that all the girls were in various stages of getting ready, “Come on Jay, we’re going to dinner.”

“Ok, have fun with that.” I said, words slurring. I was talking drunker than I was, must have been from the high elevation and thin air, always get a little drunker faster and easier up here.

Ash came over and took Kait’s place at the door, “Come on Jason, I made reservations,” she said in a pouty way with puppy dog eyes looking up at me. “Besides,” she continued, “this way we can plan our trails for tomorrow.”

“Ok, we’ll go, but we don’t ‘plan’ anything, especially without actually seeing which runs are doing what. That and we might be doing some off trail stuff, not sure yet, probably not though, not on the first day.”

“Thank you Jay, now go, get ready,” she said with a smile. I stepped back from the door and back to the guys.

“Ok, so here’s the deal, we’re going out.”

“No shit we are,” said Robert, throwing an empty beer can at me, “but the bars aren’t even busy yet.”

“No, I mean really going out; we’re going to dinner with the girls.”

“What the fuck, dude? This is the kind of thing you said exactly wouldn’t happen,” said Justin.

“Listen, I’m sorry but what can I say, it’s just one dinner, and then afterwards we can hit up the bars,” I said, trying to make some sort of compromise.

“Uh, I hate to be the one to mention this, but we didn’t pack any nice clothes or anything, at least I didn’t,” said Greg, and everyone else agreed.

I went back over to the girl’s side. I knocked lightly on the door and was invited in to their room. All the girls were almost done getting ready. They were wearing nice tops and blue jeans. “Hey, Ashley?” she was in the bathroom finishing her makeup and she summoned me in.

She was bending over to get a better look at her eyes in the mirror as she put on eyeliner, which caused her blouse to ride up and I saw the top of a thong riding up above her jeans, which at first grossed me out because this was my sister. Then I thought about it and I realized that the only way she’d wear something like that, especially on a ski trip, was if she planned on getting some action. Which again grossed me out. Even worse was the fact she would just be a room over having sex with some random dude… or worse, one of my friends. I tried to push the thought out of my head.

“Hey Jay, what’s up?” said Ash without even looking over at me.

“umm…” I paused, trying to regain my thoughts, “yeah, none of us have nice clothes.”

“Oh that’s fine. It’s a nice restaurant but even the restaurant people said it’s no big deal, that jeans a t-shirts are fine, after all, it is a ski resort,” Ash said with a cute little laugh… Wait, ‘cute’?! Fuck, seeing a panty line, even if it is my sisters, does weird things to a guy.

“Cool,” I said and left the room as fast as I could.

“What are you running from,” said Jen, laughing.

“Nothing,” I said, never missing a beat, “just got to get ready real quick.”

I got back to my room and told my buddies just to comb their hair and put some deodorant on; that what we were wearing was fine. No more than 2 minutes later all 10 of us were on our way to the hotel lobby to the restaurant.

After a very cramped elevator ride we were all sitting down together for a dinner. We were at a large round table, that wasn’t as cramped as I initially thought it was going to be when they showed us our table. We sat all the guys together and all the girls on the other side, as Jen and Dave sat next to each other, and I was on the other end of the guys as, “luck” would have it, Kaitlyn sat next to me.

I don’t know if Kaitlyn felt it, but I felt tension so when the waitress came around to get our drinks we all ordered beers and I decided to order a round of tequila shots to mainly take the edge off and make the night run smoother and be more fun, but what I told everyone was “to celebrate our trip together”. As the night went on appetizers came, and went, another round of beers, then soups and salads, some more beer, then the main course, and some more beer. Eventually we were all sitting around talking pretty freely, and loudly, as a result from the beer, when Kaitlyn leaned over and whispered something to me that shocked me.

“I miss you,” she said. But when I turned to look at her she was laughing at the joke Greg had just been telling. At first I thought I had been hearing things but then she put her hand on my lap and then moved it to grab my hand at my thigh. And we sat there for a moment hand and hand at dinner with our friends, as though we were a couple again. It was too weird so I pulled away from her. But then I felt guilty and şirinevler escort stood up and made a toast… Why a toast, I have no clue, clearly I was drunk and just trying to pass off that the reason I pulled away from Kait was because I was going to do this toast… Either way I stood up and toasted Jen and Dave, Ash for putting this together, and then I suggested we all get a dessert or something. So we did. We got four or five different things and we all shared, as well as a round of Irish coffee. It was at that time I knew the girls were all having a hard time with the booze and the thin air, and the guys weren’t too much better, so I called for the check, which I discreetly paid and nobody noticed, which was fine, my plan. We all made good money and were pretty well off and the last thing I wanted was for money to ruin what had so far been a really good night.

As we left the table the girls said they wanted to look at some of the shops in resorts outdoor shop area, and the guys decided to tag along and just sit outside while the girls shopped. While we were walking over to the shops everybody was laughing and having a good time except Kait, who was sort of walking off to the side and had dropped back a little. We got to the shops and the guys took their places on the benches outside and were talking about some new boarding videos and stuff. I looked over and noticed when the girls move to the next store Kait didn’t go in so I got up and went to talk to her.

“Everything alright, Kait?”

“I’m sorry about what I said at dinner,” she said, looking at the ground.

“It’s alright. How you doing though, you feeling fine?” I could tell something wasn’t right. She didn’t respond. “You had too much to drink?” I asked, lowering my voice, not wanting to embarrass her.

“No,” she said just above a whisper, “I just don’t feel good, like a stomach ache, and then being drunk isn’t helping.”

I suggested that getting some air, and take a quick walk would help. So we started over to the rental shack, in the dark cold night.

We were just walking in quiet, when she said, “you ever think about us?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, us, how we were?”

I laughed, not at her, but more like when someone catches you red handed and the only thing you can do is laugh, “well, to be honest, I do. Especially as of late. I think about how we were, how I messed up, where we might be if we were still together, and to be honest I miss you too, sometimes.”

We stopped walking, “really?” I nodded. “That means a lot, because I think that’s part of why I haven’t been feeling good. I mean, I still have feelings for you and then we go on this trip, and sit next to each other at dinner. I was just nervous and worried that here I feel this was and you didn’t care at all about me…”

I stopped her, “I’ll always care for you. Maybe not the same way as when we were going out, but still.”

“Thank you so much, I know what you mean and I agree,” she said, hugging me.

We headed back over to the shops, “So, you want to go to the bars with us tonight?”

She replied, “I don’t think so, I think I should just go back and rest up for tomorrow.”

When we got back the girls were just coming out of the last shop, each had a bag of something they just bought when Greg stood up and said, “Well, ladies, on to the bars?”

They all agreed, but said they had to stop off at the room to drop off their bags.

“I’ll take them up, I’m not feeling good,” said Kaitlyn.

“You sure?” inquired Ashley.

“Yeah, its fine. Maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Sounds cool, let’s go Jason, the bars await us, man,” said Greg, waving me on.

“Uh, actually guys I’m going to walk Kait back and help her with the bags,” I said, expecting to get shit for it but surprisingly I didn’t and they just said they’d see us later.

Kaitlyn and I walked back to room, recounting some of the events of the evening as we walked. When we got to the room I put on a fire and we sat down on opposite chairs. We were sitting in silence, with the only light in the room from the fireplace. I was slumped in the chair, lounging as Kait was curled up. She looked cold so I got up, she asked where I was going, but I just grabbed a blanket off my bed and came back. I wrapped it around her.

“Thank you, Jay,” she said as I returned to my chair. “You know, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course I did, you were cold and shivering,” I said with a smile.

“No, not that, I mean you didn’t have to come back with me.”

“Nonsense, no reason you should be alone when the rest of us go have fun without you.”

“But now you don’t get to have fun,” she said with a frown.

What I said in return just sort of came out without really thinking, “But I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” Kait said with a smile that was brighter than the fire. “Come over here and get warm under your blanket with me.”

“Nah, that’s ok, I’m fine. Besides, there’s not enough room on that chair.”

She scooted down to the floor in front of the fire, “come on, I met you half way, and now there’s tons of space. Besides, it’s cold down here alone.”I gave in and we sat together with the coffee table as our backrest. We began to talk about our relationship again and then scooted in closer and put her head on my shoulder as my eye lids began to feel heavy.

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We’d been together as lovers for a while. Everything we’d wanted to do, we’d done.

But this was just slightly hotter, on this day.

She had worked late and came to my place first thing in the morning. I awoke to her looking at me in my bed.

“Hey there,” she said, giving me a kiss.

“Good morning,” I responded. “What time is it?”

“7:45,” she said, her smile like the crest of the sunrise.

But … like so many of our romantic moments … it was a moment crushed by reality.

“Crap. I have that 9 a.m. appointment,” I said. “I need a shower.”

“Me first,” she said, referring to my shower. It was much larger than her’s at her apartment. And she shared that apartment with two fellow college juniors.

“I have class at 10. I need to get ready for and I want to feel refreshed.”

We’d been together for about a year, so being naked at the same time wasn’t a new thing. She jumped off my bed and headed into my master bath, cranking up the shower and turning on the in-shower radio to some of her music.

I craned my body upwards. It was a warm fall morning. I walked downstairs and looked outside to the neighborhood. I heard the water otele gelen escort hitting her thin body, and decided I’d join her.

The first time you have sex in the shower, it’s supposed to be a fantasy. But, as most people who have taken showers with one or two other people know, if you’re not sharing enough of the water, it gets a bit chilly.

So I decided I’d wait until she’d at least washed her hair and shaved before I bothered her with my swinging dick.

“Hey Katie,” I said, walking in. “Room for two?”

“I’m done,” she said, stepping out naked. I was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and my boxers. Water was dripping from her body as she started toweling off. She looked at me as I pulled off my shirt. I stepped to her and kissed her.

It was supposed to be innocent. A good-morning-hello-I-must-get-ready-now. But it sparked something else. I looked at her, wrapping my hand around her waist. She pushes me back against the vanity and puts her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers … kissing my chest and belly as she pulls down my underwear to the floor. For a moment, she runs her tongue pendik escort up and down my quickly hardening cock and then kisses back up to my neck…

And then I kissed down, over her 34B breasts and still wet nipples to her freshly shaved pussy, licking into her for just a few moments and running my tongue over her clit.

She is already so wet, and my cock is raging. She pushes against my shoulders, and I lay backwards. The heat from the running shower is condesating drips along my body and the window and mirrors as she falls on top of me. She pulls on my cock with her hand, and glides it up into her pussy.

As soon as I’m in, she’s on fire. Maybe it was the stress of school, or the stress of my job, or the loneliness of not seeing me for 18 hours, but she is riding me hard and fast.

She leans down, kissing me. Her long brown hair wet, dangling around our faces. She’s in total control, and I can anticipate her orgasm. This is her way to do it. This is how she loves it. Face-to-face as she grinds on top of my cock. There is a sound she makes when she’s at the tilt of cumming.

It’s a certain rus escort cry that I recognize, and I know she’s cumming. And I know that cry is cumming. It is certain, like that final friction that starts a fire. And this morning, it doesn’t take long.

She pants and cries out as she cums, her breasts resting on my chest as we kiss.

Katie knows what I want. She falls over and keeps my cock inside her until I’m on top of her. I start pounding into her petite body.

She growls into my ear.

“Fuck me, babe. Just like that … fuck me… my pussy … fuck my pussy….”

My cock is enraged as I look between us … seeing my chest and her breasts meshed. Her legs spread wide as I crest into the point of no return for my orgasm. She hears my breathing become rapid.

“Oh, God,” I say. “I’m so close…”

“Cum on me,” Katie requests. “Cum on my belly…”

I continue fucking her and then answer her request.

“MMMMMM… fuck yeah,” I say … pulling out my hardened cock as the first jet of cum darts from the tip. It spays onto her belly and she catches it with some of her fingertips.

She smiles as I keep cumming.

“Yeah, babe… all over me…” she says as I sprinkle white droplets onto her tummy and the rise of her breast. She squeezes my hardon and plays with my balls as my orgasm subsides. I shutter in pleasure and the beginning of afterglow.

She pulls herself up to her elbows and kisses me.

“I need another quick shower,” Katie says. “But I think you to join me…”

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