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This story contains sexually explicit elements, if you are under 18 years of age, or whatever age any local laws dictate, you are urged to stop reading right away. The same goes for any people who dislike stories of this nature but somehow ended up with this one in front of them anyway.

Everything in this story was made up, so if there are any resemblances to real life persons or events, they just happened to exist in my imagination too.

The story is somewhat of the romantic sort, still with some explicit episodes. If you only want sex, it will definitely have too much story inbetween, yet, if all you want is a romantic storyline, it probably goes too deep into the details.

Also, this is my first story of this kind, so take it for what it is… Feel free to send comments.

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__Background__

At the point where this story starts, I was still unmarried and without a steady girlfriend. My family and closest friends had a tendency to make hints about this, probably thinking that it was time to settle down.

However, this lack of female company was in a sense self-inflicted, I worked too much and went out too little, me being shy didn’t really help the situation either.

__Ch. 1: Meeting her__

There I was, in one of the festivities that I hadn’t been able to back out of, a small party at an old friend’s house.

My friend’s name was Ralph, we were of about the same age. We had first gotten to know each other at school, it must have been 15 years ago. Now we were working together on a small firm that we had started together after finishing school.

Anyway, Ralph lived together with his lovely wife, Karen, and a four year old son, Fred.

The weather was lovely this day, all the guests were out in the garden, drinking wine and generally mingling.

I was, as usual, mostly sticking to the people I already knew even though I knew that I probably should break that habit.

Suddenly a young woman came out of the house, immediately catching my eye. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and looked stunning in the summer dress she was wearing.

She had long, flowing, hazel hair, a cute face, and, as any guy who was paying attention must have noticed, her body looked great too. She was very natural looking, not thread thin like a model.

“Younger than me, but not enough to be indecent,” I thought to myself. “Not that it matters, she probably already has a boyfriend, or will dislike me for some yet unknown reason,” I reasoned.

I had been talking to Karen at this point, but when I wasn’t answering any more, she turned around to see what it was that I was staring at. Yes, I was staring, I couldn’t help it.

Karen followed my eyes and saw the girl walking down the steps from their front door, then turned back and smiled knowingly at me.

I suddenly came back to reality, blushing slightly from the look Karen gave me. The girl, however, didn’t seem to have noticed, which was a bit of a relief to me.

– I see that you noticed Jennifer, Karen said.

– Uhh, yeah, I answered

– She’s pretty, eh, Karen teased, knowing very well that I would have just dropped the subject as quickly as possible if I were to choose.

– Uhhhhm. I didn’t really know what to say, I felt that I blushed further more.

– Oh, come on! At least admit that the girl is good looking! Karen exclaimed.

– Yes, she is, I said, hoping that our conversation would soon move on to another subject.

– I was hoping for a more personal opinion than that, but I guess you’re hopeless. Karen giggled.

– Jennifer, darling! Come over here for a minute, will you? Karen called out.

Playfully I hushed at Karen. However, I was fairly satisfied with the initiative, even if I would have preferred to have taken it myself. Obviously Karen knew me well enough to know that it probably wouldn’t have happened until hell froze over.

– I’ll be right over after getting a drink! Jennifer replied.

– It sounded like you know her well. Would you tell me who she is, I asked, hurriedly.

– She’s the sister of one of my childhood friends, Karen said quickly.

– Jennifer’s just moving into town and she’s living in our house for a few days until she can move into her new apartment, She added.

Jennifer walked up to us, sipping on her glass of wine.

– Hi there, Karen! What did you want? Jennifer asked. Her voice was smooth and she looked she had a great smile.

– I want you to met Jeff, he owns the firm together with Ralph. “Jeff, Jennifer – Jennifer, Jeff,” Karen introduced us.

– Yes, Ralph has mentioned you in conversations a few times. Jennifer said, smiling.

I and Jennifer started talking and Karen excused herself after a few minutes, whispering something to Jennifer as she walked past. Jennifer giggled a little.

Jennifer and I had been making polite conversation about where we lived, our jobs, the weather, etc. for a while. All the time I was trying to focus, avoiding to look at her body unnecessarily mut escort or starting to stammer and mumble. I was mostly successful at this, only stealing a few glances.

– Let’s go and fill up, Jennifer said, pointing at my empty glass.

I followed Jennifer over to the table with the drinks. On the way, I couldn’t help myself and admired her body, undressing her with my eyes. She glanced over her shoulder and caught me staring when she approached the table. I blushed again.

However, when she turned back after filling her glass, she just smiled at me.

– You look cute when you blush, Jennifer said, watching me fill my glass.

Then she dragged me away from most of the people and sat us down under an apple tree, around the corner of the house.

We talked for a long while, conversation was easy going and I was impressed that I could still form coherent sentences. This wasn’t always the case when I was talking to pretty girls that I was interested in.

– You think that I’m pretty, don’t you? Karen told me so, so there is no turning back, Jennifer said jokingly.

– Yes, I suppose so, I stammered.

– Suppose so? What is that supposed to mean? Am I ugly or are you gay or something, Jennifer teased.

I tried to find fitting words, but couldn’t come up with any. I mumbled something incoherent, then realized how Jennifer had moved up close and was looking me deeply into the eyes. I didn’t need more encouragement, I was shy, not stupid. We kissed. The first kiss was just a peck on the lips, but it was quickly followed by a more passionate kiss, as I put my arms around her.

– That was nice, Jennifer said, still looking me deeply into my eyes.

It had been quite a while since I last had the opportunity to kiss a pretty girl like this. I just smiled, admiring Jennifer.

We talked more, my arm still around Jennifer. Conversation was about everything and anything. We were laughing and giggling about each others jokes and generally having a good time.

We must have talked for over an hour when Ralph peeked around the corner, obviously looking for their “lost guests”.

– Dinner is served inside, if you have the time, Ralph said.

It was a little embarassing, both being “caught” by Ralph and to have been so unsocial as to disappear from the other guests for that whole time.

When we started to walk back to the house, Ralph took me aside.

– She’s really something, eh? Ralph said, with a wicked smile on his face.

– Yeah, she’s amazing, I said, still with a big smile.

– To be honest, she’s been the perfect guest, even taking care of Fred for us a few times – those two absolutely love each other. But it’s a bit of a strain on us having her live here. Karen has been teasing me to no end after catching me looking at Jenn a few times. It’s not like I would ever do anything now that I’m with Karen and Karen knows that, but I’m a man, and dreaming a little can’t hurt, can it?

I felt a sting of jealousy, even though I had only known Jenn for a few hours. I started wondering, were there any chance that this was going to last or was it just a little fling here in the garden?

The three of us went inside to the other guests…

__Ch.2: First date__

Three days had passed since I met Jennifer, we had continued talking at the dinner table and when it was time for me to leave we kissed good bye.

I had been thinking of her a lot. Being in a constantly horny state, I had jacked off several times thinking of her.

I cursed myself for not thinking of exchanging cell phone numbers with Jenn before I left. Now I wasn’t sure if she was still serious about this, and to find out I had to call Ralphs house and ask to talk to Jenn, which felt awkward to me.

Finally I decided that I had to call. Karen answered. I thanked her for last time, and we talked a little.

– I’ll get Ralph for you, Karen said. I don’t know if I imagined it, but I think she suspected that I wasn’t going to ask for Ralph this time.

– Actually, uhm…

She giggled, obviously understanding the reason for my embarassment.

– Ooooh, I see. Perhaps you want to talk to Jenn, then? You two lovebirds seemed to hit off right away, didn’t you? It sounded like she felt satisfied that her little matchmaking effort seemed to have turned out well.

– Yeah, I guess so.

– Ralph told me that he found you two making out in the garden, I would say that’s more than “I guess so”. But now, I’ve embarassed you enough, I’ll get Jenn for you. She put the phone down and called for Jenn.

After some initial awkwardness I and Jennifer started talking freely. It seemed that she had actually been thinking about me too. We agreed to go out and eat this evening and exchanged phone numbers.

I drove up to Ralphs house, thinking about how silly it all felt. It was like if I was still in back in school and picking up a girl at her home, wondering what her parents would act like. But now it was my coworker and his wife and the girl was a friend of theirs.

Jenn nazilli escort came out through the door when she heard the car. She was wearing a black dress which showed off her nice long legs and beautiful figure without actually being too revealing. I just sat there, dumbfounded.

– I see that you approve. You’re looking good also, Jenn said as she entered the car.

We kissed quickly, then i drove over to the restaurant. It was a nice chineese restaurant, one of my favourite places in town.

While we were eating, Jenn was flirting quite heavily during our conversation.

And as we were waiting for dessert, she was becoming quite adventurous, now feeling the length of my leg with a bare foot. She caressed my thigh a little, then planted her foot in my crotch, gently caressing.

My cock jumped, and became hard in seconds. I could see the reaction on her face as we continued talking. She seemed very satisfied with the reaction she got.

I gently removed her foot from my crotch with my hand and held it, caressing it slowly. Discretely I told her that an accident could happen if she kept that up.

She excused herself to go to the ladies room, giving me a suggestive look before standing up. I’m sure that she wiggled her ass a little extra as she walked away.

I waited a few minutes, so that it wouldn’t be entirely obvious to the other guests, then followed her.

After looking over my shoulder I entered the ladies room, and there Jenn was sitting on a counter, apparently waiting for me.

– I was starting to wonder if I had been too subtle, she said with a giggle.

She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me over to one of the toilet cubicles, in there, my horniness took over.

I quickly embraced Jenn, kissing her. I gently pushed Jenn against the wall while removing her dress, leaving her in very sexy looking underwear. Clearly she had considered the possibility of us having sex.

Meanwhile she was unbuttoning my pants, caressing my chest as she did.

We kissed passionately, while she caressed my once again rock hard cock through my boxers.

I touched her through her panties, she squirmed. She was so wet that her panties were almost dripping.

– Shit, I mumbled. I had just realized that I didn’t have any protection.

– What’s wrong? Jenn wondered.

– It’s just that I didn’t quite think this through, I don’t have any protection. I mumbled.

– That’s very sweet of you, but I’m on the pill, Jenn said and removed my boxers, starting to slowly stroke my cock, precum glistening on its head.

I couldn’t hold myself back, I ripped her panties down, and pushed my cock into her tight wet pussy. She moaned deeply.

I realized that our fucking was probably making enough noise to be noticable to anyone walking by the door to the ladies room, and exactly what was going on must be obvious to anyone who enters. At this point, I couldn’t care less, neither could Jenn, by the looks of it.

I was caressing her breasts through her bra, while I kept pumping in and out of her wet pussy, she moaned in my mouth as we kissed.

She grabbed me around my back and lifted her legs up to pull me deeper into her with her legs. I moved my hands to hold her ass to keep her from sliding down against the wall. After just a few minutes Jenn groaned loudly, trying to muffle her sounds by pushing her mouth into my chest.

Her groaning continued for a few strokes and then she exploded in my arms, I could feel a flood of pussy juices flowing and her pussy clamped my cock hard. This brought me over the line too, I climaxed with a load groan, spurting cum deep into her pussy over and over.

My knees couldn’t quite hold us up any more so we slowly slid down against the wall.

When I fully regained my senses I looked Jenn deep into her eyes, she was absolutely glowing. We kissed.

Then she started to giggle, and I couldn’t help but to laugh along. We hadn’t been thinking clearly, and now we had made quite a mess in our excitement. People were probably going to give us weird looks when we came out too.

I helped Jenn up and found that her dress at least wasn’t spoiled. Her panties were wet from her pussy juices and a mix of our juices had dripped onto them on the floor.

Our juices had dribbled down through her pubic hair, down her ass crack. I, myself, had juices all over my crotch and legs.

– I think we’d better clean up and get out of here, I said.

– What about dessert, Jenn asked.

– I think I already had dessert.

Jenn just glared at me, then smiled.

We tried to wash up as good as we could and put our clothes back on.

The clothes were mostly unspoiled, but of course the clothes could have used a good ironing.

I kissed Jenn again and told her to go out to the car. I hurriedly walked back to our table and left enough money to cover our food and a nice tip on the table, then hurried out to Jenn.

– Do you want to take a shower and have a cup of tea at my place?

– nilüfer escort That would be nice, I really can’t come back looking like this, either. Not that Ralph and Karen won’t understand that we’ve probably had sex if I come back with my hair wet, but it would be embarassing to show up like this. I don’t normally fuck people in the ladies room on the first date, you know…

– Oh, how many times do you normally go out before fucking in the ladies room, then? I said, jokingly.

Jenn punched my arm lightly. We continued talking about anything that came to our minds on the way back.

When I had parked back at my place, we walked inside, and took the elevator.

Inside the elevator I noticed how Jenn crossed her legs, an uneasy expression on her face.

– Dribbling?, I whispered as the elevator hummed along.

– Yeah, it’s quite embarassing. She blushed.

– No need to blush, it’s just as much my mess anyway. I took her hand and held it.

She smiled back at me.

– I think I’m in love, you’re so nice to me, so caring. Jenn said, looking straight into my eyes.

– I think I fell in love with you at first sight… I said and gave her a peck on the lips just as the elevator doors opened with a ding.

We went inside, Jenn asked where the bathroom was and then skipped over there quickly.

I considered following her, but decided that it was probably for the best to let her clean up on her own.

While she was showering I cleaned the apartment a little, made the bed and tidied the worst things away. Then got a fresh towel out of the closet and walked over to the bathroom.

– Knock knock knock, room service. Ehm, actually, I just have a towel for you, I’ll put it here by the door, I said.

– You’re the best, lover man, Jenn said.

I walked back to the kitchen, boiling some water and taking taking stuff out from the fridge.

Jennifer came out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel.

– Your turn!

I showered quickly, not wanting to leave Jenn waiting for too long.

When I came back out Jennifer had dressed again and sat in the kitchen waiting, I quickly put some casual clothes on and joined her.

– Everything has been going so quickly, I said. I don’t normally do things this way.

– Yeah, I’m a little shocked myself, said Jennifer. Shocked but happy, she added.

We slowly had some tea and sandwiches, making smalltalk about our adventures.

Suddenly Jenn looked at her watch and jumped, realizing that it was getting quite late.

We went back out to the car, and I drove her back to Ralph’s house.

When we arrived, we both stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. I gave my girlfriend a good night kiss and went back to the car as she unlocked the door.

I slowly drove back home, thinking of how lucky I was.

__Ch.3 Boring day at work…__

A few days later at the office, Karen came in in the afternoon as she often did when she and Ralf were to go to the doctor for a regular checkup.

Ralph was in a meeting, so she stopped by my desk and talked for a while.

After a few minutes the subject had drifted to Jennifer and I told her how happy we were that we had met, probably thanks to her.

Karen had a wicked look on her face, it was obvious that she was thinking about something.

– What? I asked

– It’s just that… ehm… Jenn told me about your date, including the exciting parts.

I blushed, I hadn’t even thought about that, but Jenn and Karen were close. Thinking about it, I wasn’t really surprised that they shared pretty much everything.

– It wasn’t my intention to embarass you, even if I realize that it was unavoidable when I started talking about such personal things. I just wanted to say that I’m impressed, I didn’t know you had it in you.

– It wasn’t our intention, we just got carried away…

– Anyway, I think I’ll try to carry Ralph away some time too… She said. Clearly we had inspired our friend.

Work was slow this day, so I called Jennifer.

– Hi Jeff! Jenn chimed.

– Hi Jenn, I miss you! I said.

– I miss you too, honey… I’ve been thinking of you all day.

– What have you been thinking? I said, curiously.

– Of how sweet you are… and dirty stuff, giggle, actually I think I need you to come over right after work, before Ralph and Karen come back.

– Ohhh, is that so?

– Stop teasing, I’m so horny and frustrated that I can’t think straight. I think you’ll need to make love to me every day from now on.

– I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think that can be arranged, I teased.

– No teasing!! Jenn said sharply.

– I think I’ll have to see if I can leave a little early today, then.

– Oh, you’re the best, lover man. Call me when you’re leaving, will you?

– I promise, snugglebuns…

We hung up.

I left about an hour early, calling Jennifer as I walked to the car.

When I walked up to the door of Ralphs house, I couldn’t help but feeling a little guilt about sneeking like this.

I rang the door bell.

Only seconds later, the door opened slightly, Jenn’s beautiful face visible in the crack.

– Oh, it’s you, good! She smiled.

I went inside, and was slightly shocked to see that Jenn was absolutely stark naked.

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I’ve just turned thirty and, not normally being one for reminiscing, it takes a few drinks with my girlfriends to get me thinking as we chat about how I’m the last one of our group to survive my 20s, and all the things I will not miss. Top on the list are 20 something boys. Not men, but boys. How we put up with so much of their shit because of all the weak ass emo love songs we grew up on (to name only one area of blame). Walking back to my apartment post revelry with a head full of bubbles and a belly full of edibles I think about my last orgasm and am instantly disappointed with boys once more. I have been the master of my pleasure for far too long while leaving a trail of twitching-from-release-post-orgasm boys in my wake over the years. They worked towards their ends and we helped them along without even a reach around — as they like to call it — for us women. How tragic boys know absolutely nothing of the female body apart from the fact they know they like tits and we have a few holes. If it wasn’t so sad it’d be hilarious. Boys. Fuck em. Well — not anymore.

Getting to my bedroom I whip off my dress and immediately pull on pajama pants while simultaneously throwing my bra as far away from me as possible. If I didn’t have one outrageously prude friend who complains each time she notices I don’t wear a bra I’d have never have strapped that awful device on. The lengths we go to not have to hear about other people’s hang ups — even at our own parties. Feeling wonderfully free I twirl about my room for a bit to some Saves the Day (what can I say, old habits) before noticing my bra has landed on my laptop and it’s still on. Facebook is open and I have a few messages wishing me a happy one. Friends don’t let friends Facebook drunk but unfortunately I live alone so, tragically, no one is here to intervene.

Scrolling through my feed I’m stopped in my tracks by a photo a friend of mine liked — in it is my first real crush, the boy who sparked my sexual curiosity. His name is Hugo, he was my brother’s best friend. A beautiful jewish man with dark, ebony hair, a swarthy complexion, the most lovely doe eyes, and a smile that made you truly, truly weak at the knees. I mean it. I never knew lips were meant for anything but talking before I saw his and immediately I understood his could be useful for other purposes, though my younger mind had no idea exactly what — until one afternoon. So perfectly shaped and pillow-like are they that just to see them again I was fixated, eager to know what they’d feel like pressed up against mine, or all of me. Of course I click the photo and find his name tagged, leading me onto his page. I haven’t spoken to him in over a decade. My brother and him had been best friends since high school, and I have a feeling I’m part of the reason they drifted apart. I’m still a bit sorry for it, though for my own selfish reasons.

So here I am, a freshly minted thirty year old looking at his Facebook page, a bit (ok a lot a bit) drunk and definitely stoned, at 3 a.m., and he still looks every bit as irresistible as I last remember him. Even more so, actually. Liquid courage takes hold and by the next morning I see the jumbled message I sent him and want to die. In short it read about how sorry I was when he and my brother stopped hanging out because I always missed him being around, and that that feeling never went away. What, an, idiot. To my eternal embarrassment, as I sit here rereading my misspelled words the “Hugo is typing…” text appears and I nearly throw up. True to form he’s lighthearted and laughing in his response, asking what occasioned my reaching out to him. I respond — too much Prosecco and a pot brownie the size of my hand. Realizing the time and that I’m late for a client meeting I quickly dash off my apologies and snap my laptop shut, making a mad run for the shower.

By the end of the day I have successfully pushed all thoughts of that awkward exchange out from my mind, that is until I log back into my computer and see I have another message from him. He wants to get together. My heart slams against my chest and then feels like it seizes. I hadn’t even imagined it possible he would want to see me, or if he even lives close! Turns out he doesn’t, he’s a solid three hour drive north to Santa Barbara, but he says he’ll make the trip down to me at the drop of a hat — for an “old friend.” I tell him I’m free this weekend.

Friday comes and my nerves are sparking so raw I feel like my body contains a lightening storm. I hadn’t ever dreamed of seeing Hugo again, let alone being out on a date with him. Well, actually, we’re staying in as I professed my loathing of restaurants and love of cooking. We’re going to cook together — something I think is so amazing seeing as how no 20 something boy I ever screwed around with could even toast a bagel for themselves. Right on time Hugo knocks at my door at 7 p.m. I have no idea what to expect seeing as we’ve known each other since we’re kids, but here we are now, about to hang out, alone, as adults. I’m dressed in one of my favorite vintage dresses — a sensual milas escort 1930s silk velvet knee length number that’s so soft it’s like being licked by clouds all over your body. If he lays a hand on me in this dress he won’t be able to stop, with this fabric it’s a guarantee. It has the added benefit of showing off my trim waist and long legs beautifully. I open the door and it’s like one of those bolts of lightening bouncing around in me strikes him and the atmosphere is electric. I don’t even think twice, I throw my arms around his neck. His hands are on my hips first and then I can feel him tentatively sliding them around my waist as we laugh our bashful hellos.

We spend the night making stir fry, emptying a few beers, and dessert is some of that leftover brownie from my birthday. Before long we’re on the couch watching Super Troopers and laughing so hard we’re crying. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. One hilarious scene and his hand finds my knee, and I feel an excited tremor run through me. We’ve been flirting heavily all night but until this moment he hasn’t made a move towards me.

“Hey Clara.”

“Yes, Hugo?” Hearing my name is indescribably funny to me and so I start cracking up.

“You know why I came over tonight?”

“There’s a reason beyond wanting to see me?”

“No, that is the reason, but there’s more to it.”

He leaves his words lingering and I make a face signaling, sure, go on.

“I so desperately wanted to kiss you all those years ago, when we had that moment, before your brother kind of told me to fuck off –“

“I’m so sorry about that,” I blurt out before he can go on. “It was a stupid thing to do, I only did it to annoy Jacob and it seems it worked too well and totally ruined your guys friendship.”

A little shadow of sadness comes over Hugo’s face. “Oh.”

“No, wait, I mean — let me start over. You know my brother and I barely got along, yes, but we were even worse before you met him, we poked at every weakness the other had, nonstop. Well, his biggest one was wrestling. He was absolutely in love with it as a kid and I teased him mercilessly about how it was fake. So when you two came home that one day and were a bit drunk and putting on a show acting out one of those dumb, exaggerated wrestling matches, I just thought it would seriously annoy him when I tapped in, but then you pushed him off and pulled me down to the floor..” I trail off, remembering that afternoon clearly.

My brother and Hugo had come home from grad school for summer and were up to their same old shit — namely being generally some shade of drunk, playing video games, or having people over in the pool. I was busy reveling in anticipation of a few quiet hours when everyone was out of the house to get some reading in, before all my time was thrown over to study as I was about to be a freshman in college, when Jacob and Hugo burst in. I was peeved, I had just settled in and was looking forward to relaxing alone. They had obviously gotten a head start before they each pulled a beer out of the fridge and decided to put on a mock wrestling match and start jumping all over the living room like morons just to aggravate me further. It worked. I decided to beat Jacob at his own game and tapped into the match. Hugo pushed my brother off and dragged me down on top of him, but things shifted quickly. We were pushing about playfully and I think Jacob immediately realized it was his not–so–little–anymore sister in the hands of his best friend, rolling around on the living room floor. He left. We didn’t notice.

Between the laughing and trying to pin one another something changed between Hugo and me. I began to notice the way he felt pushed up against me. I had never had the time — or patience, if I’m being honest — for boys in high school. None of them caught my eye, anyhow. Sure, I always had had a crush on Hugo, but my brain couldn’t conjure up much in the way of sexual fantasies as I was simply too inexperienced there. I wouldn’t have even known where to begin. But now, something in me had woken up to his touch. I could feel his sweat through his clothes, his smell was musky and heavy, and he wasn’t entirely gentle with me, either. He twisted an arm above my head, I got genuinely aggressive and tried to fight back but he was too strong. His weight on top of me was like a challenge, and, oddly comforting. I couldn’t immediately decide if I did want him off of me or not. Then I caught a look in his eyes and realized I was out of my depth, got a bit nervous, and told him I needed water. He let me up.

And like that, we had ruined everything. I always suspected Jacob had been pissed at him for it, but now it was confirmed. This was the reason Hugo evaporated from my life.

“You had to know that I wanted you, back then.” Hugo breaks in on my remembering.

“Wanted me?” I return, incredulously. “What? No! I hadn’t even the faintest idea. You hardly gave me the time!”

“Well, I guess I wasn’t very obvious about it, I couldn’t be. But, uhm, when the chance mudanya escort to be close to you offered itself that afternoon, I grabbed it, literally.” He lightly laughs. “It was a little opportunistic, I admit, but I was also a little drunk, and feeling bold since you initiated it,” he offers a weak grin. “For years after, whenever I heard news about you, I always thought of that day — when I had you wrapped up in my arms, pressed tight to me. It’s all I could think about when I saw your message. I thought you knew that, and had finally been single or something, when you messaged me. And so I came over, because I want the chance to make up for lost time.”

I don’t answer with anything but a slight shift to face him and put my hand on the side of his neck. Slowly those lush lips find mine and in an instant he pulls my waist towards him. His kiss is unreal, deep and sensual, his tongue finding mine instinctually. I feel a flush, hotness spread through my body. I’m lost in the caresses and don’t want to stop but he gently pulls away.

“Any reason we can’t continue?”

“No, I just want to look at you to make sure you’re really the girl I’m kissing.”

“Woman.”

“What’s that?”

“Woman, the woman you’re kissing. I’m not the girl you knew all those years back. In fact, I just turned thirty. I’m a woman, and you’re not a boy.”

I start giggling again — because, pot brownie — at my own ridiculousness so that he just looks at me with those kind, smiling eyes, not getting the joke.

“Ohhhhhh, sorry,” I sigh out. “I am so happy you’re not a boy though. You’re what, 34 now?”

“35.”

“That’s a good number, I like that number.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because, Hugo, boys — boys are shit. And you’re no longer a boy yourself, like I last remember you.”

“No I’m not.” And with that he grabs me again and begins trying to figure out how to maneuver my dress off.

“So, if you wanted this to go further, why are you wearing the Chinese finger trap equivalent of a dress?”

“Side snaps.”

I point at my waist and he begins unsnapping my dress and then lifting it over my head.

“One question, though, before we go on,” I interrupt, “If you’re not a boy, do you know what to do with a woman?”

“That all depends, what does this woman expect from me?”

“Only the opposite of all I’ve experienced. I want to orgasm, and I want you to be the one to make me.”

“Wait,” he freezes, “are you telling me you’ve never cum with a guy before?”

“Not in so long it’s quite embarrassing for your entire gender. It’s not difficult to make me cum, I’m so turned on right now I could do it just by rolling around with you,” I grin, remembering our first innocent-ish romp, “but somehow, boys always manage to screw it up!”

“Don’t forget, I’m not a boy. But I am curious, tell me when the last time a man –“

“Boy.”

“Boy… made you cum.”

“I was nineteen and it was Ryan, my first boyfriend. I came every single time we had sex without fail, and no man –“

“Boy.”

“Boy! since, has ever been able to take the credit for my orgasm. He and I just fit together. Talk about double virgin’s luck. He definitely didn’t know what he was dong, and neither did I, and that magic has not repeated itself since. I can count on one hand — three fingers in fact! — how many orgasms I’ve had with other boys, and it was mainly due to the fact I was so horny they needn’t have really been there to achieve it.”

“That is one hell of a tragedy. It’s a good thing I’m here.”

“Do tell!”

“Well, for one, we’re going to fuck like virgins.”

“Wait, that sounds opposite of what I’m getting at. And how do — or rather, can — virgins fuck? That seems like an oxymoron.”

“By prolonging their pleasure. They know the art of delayed gratification.”

“And what does that entail?”

“Dry humping for hours, for starters.”

“Dry humping! You’re not serious.”

“Not at all,” he laughs, “but we are going to slow things down. That’s where boys fail, they don’t know how to get a woman excited beyond the initial spike of expectation.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

And with this Hugo begins gliding his fingertips lightly up and down my inner thighs, lips teasing mine once more, sending rolling shivers directly to my core. I’m excited, but also hesitant. What if this man, the man responsible for my first feelings of sexual desire, can’t live up? Talk about orgasm slaying panic. It’s a mental game for us, unfortunately, not just physical. We need to be distracted from our powerful, gymnastic minds.

“Tell me, I want to know exactly what the best sex of your life felt like.”

“It felt like nothing at all.”

“Now how is that possible?”

He moves his hands to my back and begins caressing and kissing around my shoulders and clavicle, pulling my hair back firmly to tilt my head and give him more open access to the curve of my neck.

“Well, when the sex sucks you can feel every mustafakemalpaşa escort single push inside you, it’s so mechanical you feel every movement and are acutely aware of every feeling — not in a good way. With explosive sex I can’t describe it. I guess it doesn’t feel like nothing, it feels like everything. It feels like pure pleasure. It’s happened to me exactly once and I feel slighted.”

“Mmhmm,” he coos into my ear. “Now tell me what brings you there, so I know all the right buttons to push.”

Kissing and biting my neck in one motion I feel like he already knows. My little blossom is throbbing for him to touch me there and my limbs are weak with anticipation in his firm embrace.

“What particularly blows my mind is when a man knows to take the tips of his fingers and roll them around that little hot spot of nerves that is my backdoor.” I laugh at my euphemism. Yep, still stoned. “That he knows his cock alone isn’t what gets a woman where she wants to go and doesn’t ego trip over it.” I grab for his belt buckle and undo his jeans. “This right here, this is where I love to rock against to bring me closer to climax.” I pull the band of his briefs away to discover a delightfully trimmed package and drag my fingers across the area just above the base of his hardness.

“Why, you’re a little panther, I wouldn’t have guessed you liked ass play.”

“You haven’t known me since I was a virginal college bound freshman, what could you have based any of this on?”

“Touché. Perhaps I meant to say I haven’t known a single woman yet who has led with telling me she wants me to explore that area as the first thing that turns her on.” He gives a breathy laugh.

“Well, I just know the first time a guy did it to me it was like the floodgates opened and I couldn’t even think it felt so amazing. I had to ask him later what he did. I did cum with him once, I suppose for that little trick he deserves credit. I’m not telling you to invade, I’m inviting you to explore and gently roam.”

By now I’m sitting astride Hugo’s lap, my panties soaked, and he’s rubbing me through them, pushing in just slightly enough to make me push back onto his fingers, though the fabric prevents what I really want. He’s studying my face with curious intent as I let out little moans to this tease.

“Remember what I said, delayed gratification.”

He pulls my face down onto his and lets out a barely audible groan. His cock is so hard and so wonderfully thick I reach down to grab it when he pulls my hands away and holds them twisted up behind my back, pushing my breasts right up to his lips. Lightly biting, licking, and sucking my nipples, the more I move and gyrate the tighter his grip on my wrists hold me still.

“Hugo, this is torture.” I whine and writhe.

“Mmmmm,” he moans. “I do admit to it,” he says before he crushes his lips against mine and releases me to begin grinding against him. Guess we are going to dry hump after all. Soon though, he flips me on my back and takes his jeans off as I practically tear his shirt off.

“Slowly,” he hums in my ear, pulling my panties off and then shifting himself atop me.

I can feel the full girth of him pressed up against me now and horny doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I’m a woman possessed, he practically has to restrain me, again.

“Tell me the one thing you’ve always wanted from a man but he’s never given you sexually.”

“I would really love to know what an anal orgasm feels like.”

“Damn baby, you do not play around.” He pulls me to him and the head of his dick brushes up against my slit, I’m dying to know what he feels like inside me.

“Well, I’ve done anal a few times, kind of liked it, I’m ready for more. I’ve not found anyone I’ve been fully comfortable with enough yet though to get there. Boys and their own pleasure first and all.”

“If you’re not comfortable, I’m not. That said, let’s try to get you what you want, at your own pace.”

With that Hugo pulls me back astride his lap and rests his hard-on behind my butt cheeks, pushing it aside to caress my little backdoor rose bud while he pulls my hips back and forth to encourage me to start grinding on him.

“I’m not going inside you until you’re near blind with aching need.”

And he means it. I’m begging for him to slip deep within me in no time, we’re already lightly glistening with sweat from all this extra curricular activity and he hasn’t even so much as let me stroke him yet. Every time I reach for him he holds me back, it’s driving me absolutely mad. I just want to touch him, everywhere, to do to him what he’s doing to me, building up anticipation to a boiling point.

“Please, Hugo, I need you, so bad I can’t even tell you,” I say in ragged breath as he keeps pulling my hips down hard onto his pelvis, pushing me near to cumming without us even actually having sex. I lift my hips and he playfully yet sternly pushes them back down again. I then bite his lower lip to throw off his game and manage to lift my hips up until I’m hovering just above his thick erection. Our eyes lock and I slowly lower down onto him all the way to the hilt. His hands grip me so tight I feel a tremor surge through me as he lets out a suppressed groan. I want to ride him hard, but he tempers my movements and it’s such delightful agony. It feels like nothing and everything.

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I was a young, naive girl of only 18 when it happened. I didn’t know much about how the world worked, and I certainly wasn’t prepared for what I got.

I’d recently gotten an online dating profile, my first one, and I was excited about meeting my date. If he looked anything like his pictures, I was in for a treat. We texted some and talked on the phone as he made the drive to my hometown. His voice was caramely and made my insides twist up.

When he got to my place, and stepped out of his car, I was pleased to see he looked even better in person. His dark skin glistened in the sun and his wavy hair dropped across his eyes; he reached up to brush it away and his shirt raised just a little. His buff body was accented by a trail of hair leading to his pants and I blushed imagining what was at the bottom of that happy trail.

He smiled and reached his hand out, taking mine. “I’m Adam.” He said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

I blushed again, “Yeah, you too.” I replied, looking down at my shoes. Why was I so nervous?!

He led me around to the passenger side of his car and helped me inside, “I’ve got a treat planned for you.” He winked.

By now, I was sure my cheeks matched the pink on my new lace bra. I thought about what he could mean.

He drove through town and turned into a familiar parking lot where there were a couple restaurants and a small local hotel. I looked at him with curiosity in my eyes, “Which one are we eating at?”

He melikgazi escort shook his head, “I’m just here to drop my things off in the room I got for the night. It’s too long of a drive for me to do twice in one day.”

“Would you like me to help?” I felt odd staying in his car alone.

He shrugged a bit, smiling, “if you want.” He went around the rear of his car, grabbing a bag and holding out a smaller one for me. I took it eagerly.

The inside of the hotel lobby was quiet. The only soul in sight was the attendant who smiled as we walked through.

Adam walked over and called the elevator. As we waited he looked me over and said “You’re even more gorgeous than your pictures.”

This man could really make a girl blush! I smiled and replied, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

As we rode the elevator to his floor I could feel myself getting wet thinking about what we could do once we got there. I don’t know where these thoughts came from, but I couldn’t help imagining him kissing me and what it might feel like to have his body entertwined with mine.

I tried to calm my thoughts as we arrived at his door. They weren’t suitable for a lady.

We got to the room and he pushed open the door and ushered me in. The way the blinds were drawn let only a small sliver of light through which shown onto the bed as if a sign from the skies.

He sat his bags down and turned to me, “do you mind if I sit menemen escort for awhile? It’s been a long day.”

I shook my head lightly and he sat down on the end of the bed, removing his shoes. He then lay back onto the bed, making himself comfortable. After a few seconds, he raised himself up a bit and grinned; “you can sit too, I don’t bite. That is, unless you want me to.”

I blushed furiously, but joined him on the bed. It was comfortable and I felt as though I might never leave. I closed my eyes briefly and as I did, I felt his hand touch my thigh. I gasped inwardly, but didn’t shift.

Slowly, as though waiting for me to object, he moved his hand to my waiting pussy. I was already wet from letting my imagination go, and just his light touch nearly made me cum. I lay very still, afraid the moment would pass if I moved or opened my eyes.

I was intensely aware of the fact that I’d warn a short black skirt and his hand was just shy of touching my bare, dripping pussy. Sadly, my red panties blocked the way. I wondered if he’d remove them…

While I lay imagining this, he softly entered me with one finger. I sighed heavily.

“Do you like that?” He whispered into my ear.

“Oh yes!” I whispered back

Adam rolled onto his side and began kissing my neck and collar area and I shivered with pleasure. As he fingered me with two fingers now, he used his thumb to massage my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. meram escort I felt I might burst.

Finally, I opened my eyes. A burst of confidence shot through me and I rolled over onto my side, kissing him deeply on the mouth. I reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing cock protruding from the hole in his boxers.

Gently, I grabbed hold of it and began massaging him; his face showed his pleasure. I whispered into his ear “I want you inside me. Now.”

At this, he pushed me onto my back and ripped my panties off, leaving me exposed underneath my skirt. He thrust himself into me and I nearly shrieked at being entered for the first time. His cock felt so much bigger than I’d expected and I could feel how hard it was inside me.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me down the bed so he was fully inside me and began thrusting himself into me forcefully; I moaned in ecstasy.

With each movement I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. My body craved it. I placed a hand on his chest and he lifted me up off the bed, using his strong arms to hold me on his hard cock which was still deep inside me.

Adam pushed me against the wall, fucking me as I lost control and finally came. The orgasm rippled through me bringing pleasure I’d never experienced. Still, he kept going, “I want you to cum again,” he said in a gravelly whisper.

And so time and time again, I gave in to the passions and Adam showed me what it REALLY meant to be close to god.

After what seemed like hours, Adam and I lay naked, side by side, our breathing in sync. I had no words. It was not at all what I expected for a first time, but I was certainly not complaining. After a few minutes, Adam looked over at me, “you hungry?”

I laughed, “actually I am.”

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We get home and clean up from a day of your shopping. Exhausted from following you from store to store I sit down in my chair to relax. You walk into the room wearing one of the dresses you bought. Asking me how it looks I tell you it looks great but you know I am really not in the mood for it. You go back into the bedroom and put on a pair of pants that you bought and come back topless. You ask how the pants look and I again tell you that they look good and you stomp out of the room. Moments later you return wearing a negligee and ask how I you look in it. I look up and tell you that you look real good before you can ask.

You come over and lean down to kiss me. I grab your arm and pull you across my lap. I raise my hand and bring it down hard on your sexy ass. You yell that it hurts and I do it again. I spank your sexy ass until it is red then I softly rub it and tell you that I will not shop with you again.

When your ass eases up from the pain of the spanking merzifon escort you get on your knees between my feet. You slide your hands up and down my legs rubbing up over my erection. You unfasten my pants and I stand for you to pull them down. Your put your hand around my erection and slowly slide it up and down.

You apologize for taking so long in the stores and then wrap your lips around my erection. Sliding your mouth down onto it you gently suck as your hands slide up and down my legs. Placing my hand on the side if your face I gently rub around your ear. As my excitement builds I grab your hair and move your head up and down faster. Out of control I erupt in a wonderful orgasm and pull you up to kiss you passionately.

We stand and I take you buy the hand leading you to the bedroom. You get on the bed and I get the restraints out and fasten your ankles and wrists so that you can’t move. Softly I kiss up and down your mezitli escort body kissing over each breast. Gently I kiss each of your nipples and put my lips around them sucking them gently.

Kissing up and down I get closer and closer to your pussy. Softly I kiss your pussy and slide my tongue over your clit. Slowly I slide my fingers inside you and move them in and out. My tongue gently rubs your clit feeling it swell more. As I feel your clit swell I put my lips around it and gently suck it. Your body begins to tremble and I stop sucking your clit and gently spank it a couple of times. As I spank it you pull at the restraints trying to get away from them.

I get off of the bed and let you lie there as you settle down. You ask me why I stopped and I tell you that it is like going to another store. Each time you get close to an orgasm I stop and wait for you to settle down then start again.

You begin to beg me to let you midyat escort cum and I ask you if you feel like the torture is enough for you to remember I am not going shopping with you again. I rub your clit with my tongue again and as it gets excited again I gently suck it. Feeling it throb as I suck it I hold it with my lips and rub it with my tongue. You start trembling and I slide my fingers in and out of you. Your body tenses and you shake all over as your orgasm rocks your body.

Moving over top of you I release you from your restraints and we embrace as we kiss passionately. My erection is against your opening as I push gently against you. My erection slides inside you slowly and I move it in and out. We kiss passionately as I slide deep inside you. Pushing into you I rub against your clit keeping it excited. I push harder into you pressing harder against your clit. You wrap your legs around me and pull up against me.

I roll us over getting you on top of me. You move your body around and rock back and forth. Rubbing your clit against me you press down hard as I push up against you. Our excitement builds out of control and we explode in a magnificent orgasm. Stars are streaking through our minds as we collapse in each others arms and kiss passionately.

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It was a dark, foggy night in November when he made his first appearance in the tutoring center. I’d been working there since the middle of my freshman year – I’m now a sophomore – helping my fellow students with everything from study skills to crafting a decent term paper to getting that elusive ‘A’ on the midterm or final exam.

Speaking of grades, a little background about me: I’m a straight ‘A’ student, have been ever since I can remember. Back in the day, I was a spelling bee champion, geography bee finalist, and national merit scholar. Now that I’m enrolled at State U, I’m double-majoring in pre-med and economics. I don’t mean to brag – let’s just say, academic success has always come fairly easily to me.

So, when it came time to find a job on campus that would pay the bills, the tutoring center was an obvious choice. I could catch spelling errors or fix bad grammar in my sleep. Teaching others about good study habits was as easy as, well, describing my own good study habits. The results spoke for themselves, right? Yes, there were those over the years who’d called me a nerd, or a snob, or worse; but now that my hard work was paying off – both on my transcript and in my bank account – I didn’t really care.

By the time he came in that evening, I was fairly used to the routine. The student working the front counter brought him in to my office – oh, did I mention, I’d graduated to an office? Not that it was my own – I shared it with tutors who worked different shifts – but it was a perk for those of us who’d stayed with the job and proven ourselves. It was nice to have the privacy, whether the office was quiet and I was just doing my own studying, or whether I was trying to help someone.

Anyway, he handed me his paperwork, which consisted of a syllabus for a US History course, and a letter from his coach, explaining that if he didn’t bring his grades up, he’d be off the football team. He grinned at me in that irritatingly confident way that jocks do, and I responded by sticking with the most professional demeanor I could muster. The lines were drawn – he was the cute jock who didn’t care about his grades and thought he could get through life on looks and brawn, while I would show him that there was more to life than RBIs and touchdowns and penalty kicks.

Did I mention how attractive he was? Yeah, couldn’t deny that. 6’2″, blonde, blue eyed, with a great smile, and the great body of an athlete in his prime. I couldn’t take my eyes off his big, strong hands, and when my eyes met his, I couldn’t help but blush. All the more reason to put on my serious face, my professional demeanor. I walked around my desk and sat down, putting some distance between us.

“So,” I said, looking down at the letter as if I hadn’t quite caught his name, “Jake, is it? Where would you like to start?”

“How about with your name?”

“Oh, um, sure – sorry! My name’s Kirsten. So, you’d like some help with the US History course?”

“Yup, I’m really struggling in that one.”

“OK,” I said as I thumbed through the syllabus, “it looks like you’ve already written a couple of papers for this class, and you have a midterm coming up? Any chance you have one of your papers with you, so I can see the kind of work you’ve been doing so far?”

He grabbed his workout bag off the floor, dug around in it for a moment, and pulled out a few pages – folded, wrinkled, stained as they were – and handed them over to me. I unfolded them, pressed them flat against the desk with my hand, and motioned for him to feel free to sit down, as I started to read. The big red ‘F’ at the top of the paper was hard to miss, as were the reasons for it; it was soon obvious that this guy had no concept of how to structure an argument, how to answer the question being asked, hell, how to spell! Yikes, I’d have my work cut out for me. I always did like a challenge, though.

“Um, OK. So, have you talked to your professor about whether he’d allow you to re-write any of your papers?”

“No way, he’s really by the book. Won’t accept anything late, won’t allow retakes or rewrites. Not much point anyway, I’ve never been good at writing papers.”

“Alright then, so it sounds like the midterm is where we should focus. How about we set up a time for you to come back between now and the test date? If you set aside some quality time between now and then to study, I can quiz you.”

“Sounds cool. So, when should I come back?”

“Well, I could do Friday at 10am?”

“Hmm, that’s kind of early for me, do you have anything later?”

Of course. Out all night partying, no doubt. “Well, I could squeeze you in at the end of the day Monday, that’s my late day here. I have someone until 7, and then we close at 8 – would that hour work for you?”

“Perfect. It’s a date.” His eyes twinkled as he said it, and once again I blushed. Damn, ridiculous that he had this power over me. He probably couldn’t even spell ‘cat’ if you spotted him the ‘c’ and the ‘a’ and hinted that it ended in ‘t’, but here I was swooning kozan escort like a schoolgirl.

“OK, I’ll see you then. In the meantime, here are some handouts about effective study habits. Be sure to put in enough time between now and then that you know your stuff. I won’t go easy on you!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Kirsten.”

I watched him leave the office, and as he headed down the hallway, fold one of the study skills handouts into a paper airplane and send it flying. Jeez. I didn’t have any other drop-ins that evening, so spent the rest of my time looking over his syllabus and drafting a list of questions I could ask him when he returned. The rest of my week was a busy one, with tests and papers of my own, so I have to admit I quickly forgot about Jake after leaving the office that night.

It wasn’t until Monday morning that I thought of him again, as I stood in front of my dorm room closet, trying to decide what to wear that day. It shouldn’t matter to me how I looked going in to work that day, and yet somehow, I did spend a few extra minutes picking out an outfit. Why did this idiot have this power over me? Did hot jocks feel any pressure to study so that they’d impress us brainy girls? Never.

What outfit did I choose? I guess I shouldn’t leave you hanging. I went with a blue silk blouse, buttoned down the front, the one that brought a few complements on my big blue eyes every time I wore it; my favorite jeans, the ones that fit perfectly and look great with anything; and black pumps. OK, OK, so clearly I wanted him to notice me. Hell, it was worth a try. If knowledge itself wasn’t enough to inspire him, maybe a little sex appeal could do the trick.

The day dragged on, with my own classes in the morning followed by a busy afternoon and evening at the tutoring center. Finally, 5 minutes late for his appointment, Jake wandered in and sat down. I felt his eyes move over my body as I shut the door to my office and walked over to the desk.

“So, Jake, have you found some time to study since I saw you last?”

“Ah, right down to business, huh? What ever happened to a nice ‘hello, how are you today?’, something like that?”

“Um, OK,” I replied with a smile, “How are you doing today, Jake?”

“I’m great, Kirsten, how are you doing?”

“Just fine. Now,” I said, getting back to business, “have you found some time to study since I saw you last?”

“Wow, you are a task master, aren’t you? OK, yes, I’ve done a little studying. But this history stuff just doesn’t stick with me. Not enough excitement to it.”

“Are you kidding? There are so many great, thrilling stories in the history of our country, from the fight for independence, to the establishment of our government and our court system, the civil war, and all the way up to the last several decades, with wars, civil rights movements, you’re telling me you don’t find any of that exciting?” I raised my voice a little as I talked, exasperated as I was. He simply smiled again, that obnoxiously adorable smile of his.

“Well, I can see you’re getting excited about it, that’s a start!”

I sighed, stood up from my chair, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge, facing him. “Alright, Jake. You’ve got me for the next hour, and I’m determined to help you in your class. But I’m at a loss here – if you’re really not interested, I don’t know what I can do for you! You tell me how we can make this work.”

“How about you start by asking me some questions.”

“Um, OK. Pretty revolutionary method, I don’t know…”

“Ha ha, very funny. Let me finish.”

“OK, sorry, go ahead.”

“Every time I get something right, you take something off. Every time I get something wrong, you get to put something back on.”

“Are you kidding? Strip tutoring? Yeah, right.”

“Well, hey, you’ve seen my work in this class so far. You’re probably pretty safe, don’t you think?”

I studied his face for a moment, searching my thoughts for an answer to his proposal. He had a point – there was no way he’d get the best of me. And if he did manage to get a shoe, or even both, I’d just start asking him harder questions.

“OK, sure, what the heck. If you’ll genuinely try, I’m game.”

“You have my full attention, professor.”

“OK, here goes. Let’s start with an easy one, build your confidence a little.” He nodded, and I proceeded. “In what year was President Kennedy assassinated?”

“Ooh, I’m getting a shoe. 1963.”

“OK, fine, one shoe off.” I kicked one of my pumps towards him, and he caught it, holding it up as if it was a great prize. I giggled.

“Alright, a little harder this time. Name two of the other US presidents who have been assassinated.”

“Hmm, well, I know Lincoln, but I guess I’ll have to give you your shoe back.” I stretched my leg out to him, and he put the shoe back on my foot. It was like some bizarre parallel universe version of Cinderella.

“Alright, then. How about this one: in what kumluca escort decade did the American civil war take place?”

“1860’s.” The shoe was his again.

“Alright, good. Please explain the significance of the Emancipation Proclamation.”

“Not a chance.” Back on my foot the shoe went.

We went on like this for a while, and I was actually enjoying myself – not only did I genuinely feel like I might be getting somewhere with him, keeping his attention as the questions got a bit harder, but it was fun to banter with him, always staying a step ahead of anything that might get out of hand. After ten minutes or so, though, he started to gain ground. He had both of my shoes, and when I went to a harder question, he hesitated only for a moment before smiling and answering correctly: “That’s easy, the Potsdam Conference.”

“Um, OK.”

“You’re not backing out on your end of this bargain, are you, Kirsten? You know the rules.”

“Oh, alright,” telling myself I’d just up the difficulty of the questions once again, but still baffled that he’d suddenly grown a brain. I debated for a moment about whether my jeans or my shirt should be next, before finally settling on the shirt. I slowly unbuttoned it, my eyes staying on his as I did so, until finally reaching the last button and pulling it off my shoulders. He smiled as he took in the view, and I tossed the shirt towards him. His collection of prizes was growing. I enjoyed the attention, but wanted to regain control.

“Alright, Jake. Please tell me the year of the Brown vs. Board of Education ruling, and describe its significance.”

I stood before him, leaning on the desk with my bare feet on the floor, feeling remarkably naked in just a bra and jeans, but confidently awaiting his failure to answer the question. It was terrible, really, eager tutor that I was, actually hoping that one of my students would fail to know the answer.

“Let’s see, that was 1954. Essentially, the ruling stated that the ‘separate but equal’ standard which allowed for segregation of schools, in this case in Kansas, was unconstitutional.”

My mouth literally dropped open, I was so shocked. Not only did he give me the answer without the slightest hesitation, but it was a completely accurate and remarkably concise answer. Exactly the kind his professor would be hoping to see on the exam.

“Um…”

“That’s right, Kirsten. I think the jeans are mine.”

I stared at him for a moment, filled with a mixture of emotions, my heart pounding. I was nervous, suddenly aware of my surroundings, standing, as I was, half-naked in the office. I was suddenly curious whether he’d been misleading me about his lack of knowledge. Had he actually been studying hard this week, and plotting this situation all along? But mostly, I was becoming aware of the warmth between my legs. This scenario was actually getting me hot.

There was a knock on my office door before I could respond in any way to the situation. “Just a second,” I blurted. Jake tossed me my blouse, which I quickly put back on and buttoned, before striding over to the door in my bare feet to see what was up.

“Sorry to bug you, Kirsten, I know you’re with a student.” It was our student receptionist, Megan, whose face greeted me when I opened the door. She glanced at Jake, who had smartly hidden my shoes and picked up his book, which he was pretending to read. “Just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving, and I think you’re the last one here. Do you want me to lock up?”

“Um, yes, that would be great. I should be done in just a few minutes. But yes,” I tried to sound as calm, as normal, as possible, “if you could lock the front door, that would be great. That way I can finish up with this student without any interruptions.”

Megan seemed convinced. Either that, or she knew something was up but just didn’t care. Probably had a hot date of her own to get to. Meanwhile, my attention went back to Jake, eager to see what would happen next. I listened for Tessa’s key in the door of the outer office, and then closed my office door again, just as a precaution. Jake set down his book and looked up at me as I once again leaned against my desk. “So, I believe you owe me both the blouse and the jeans. You OK with that?”

“Don’t worry, Jake,” I replied as I removed first the blouse and then the pants, tossing them his way, “I’ll be getting these back before you know it.”

“Oh, really? We’ll see about that.”

The confidence in his voice now sounded real, more than just the swagger of a jock. Did he know something I didn’t? I mean that literally – did he know something about US History that I didn’t know he knew? I felt incredibly naked, even though I wasn’t – yet. I stood before him in my matching bra and panties – black lace, if you must know – and was suddenly very self-conscious, as his eyes moved over my body. He shifted in his chair, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t getting excited himself. But I re-focused. I was lara escort too competitive to simply let him win. There was no way he was going to beat me at this little game.

“Alright, Jake. The 18th amendment to the Constitution. Give me the year, the context for and details of the amendment, and explain how it relates to the 21st.”

I started to reach for my jeans, which he was still holding on his lap, but he just smiled and launched into a well-formed response to my question. After finishing his nuanced description of the historical and cultural context of Prohibition, he paused for a moment, before finishing with, “You know, Kirsten, you really should have known better than to ask a dumb jock like me a question about alcohol.”

I smiled, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. A moment later, it was on his lap with the rest of my clothes, and my perfect round breasts were free for him to view.

“And?”

I paused for a moment, wondering once again, although caring less now, how he had gotten the best of me. I wrapped a finger around the lacy fabric of my panties at each hip, and slowly slithered out of them, until I was finally standing before him, completely naked. “So, Jake, now that you have me here, naked, alone, what are you going to do with me?”

He stood up, tossing my clothes to the floor, his erection now obvious in his sweatpants as he approached me. He took my hand and placed it against his bulging cock, and I needed no further hint to begin stroking him.

“The truth is, Kirsten,” as his hand cupped my dripping wet pussy, “In addition to being a football player, I’m a history major. Straight ‘A’ student, just like yourself. I just happened to have an interest in getting inside your pants, and figured this was the only way you’d give me the time of day, what with your unreasonable prejudices against athletes.”

I wanted to protest, to assure him that I wasn’t prejudiced, that I would have given him a chance, that I would in fact have been flattered to know that he was interested in a nerd like me – but I could only moan in pleasure at his touch, as he began pinching my clit in between long, slow strokes in and out of my pussy. I didn’t want him to stop, but I also wanted to show him my appreciation, so I quickly dropped to my knees, pulling his pants and boxers down as I went.

His big, hard cock bounced free and I eagerly took it into my mouth, beginning a slow, steady rhythm. I sucked him in from tip to base, my tongue busy pleasuring him inside my mouth while my fingers tickled his balls. Never before had I enjoyed giving head so much as in this moment, my own juices trickling down my inner thigh as I felt him begin to stroke in and out of my mouth, moaning as I brought him closer and closer to climax.

He grabbed my long blonde hair in both hands, weaving his fingers through it and forcing himself deep into my throat with an increasing tempo. He lasted for what seemed like minutes as I continued to focus all of my attention on his throbbing cock. I gasped for air as he finally pulled out of my mouth for the last time, stepping back and shooting his load all over my face, his hot, sticky cum dripping from my chin down onto my erect nipples.

After taking just a moment to admire his work, like an artist surveying his canvas, Jake pulled me up off my knees and scooped me up into the air, placing me gently on the desk. I needed no encouragement to spread my legs for him, allowing him to give my throbbing pussy some much-needed attention. Jake knelt between my legs and began licking me, slowly, gently, again and again until I began writhing beneath his expert touch.

His fingers were next, first one, then two, then three pressing into my hot wetness as I grabbed his head and pressed him into me. It was now Jake who was gasping for air as I quickly reached my first climax, squirting my juices onto his face and just barely containing myself to a whimpering moan, rather than an all-out scream.

I panted, dizzy with pleasure, sticky with sweat, as I came down from my waves of pleasure. I felt Jake’s hands on my hips, and opened my eyes to see him pull me to the edge of the desk, where he could press his hard cock into me from his standing position. I lifted my legs, resting my calves against his shoulders, and cried out as he bottomed out inside of me, holding himself there as we both adjusted to the incredible sensations of his big cock inside my tight pussy.

He began slowly rotating his hips, remaining fully buried inside of me, for a few minutes, before starting an in-and-out motion, which he continued for a few minutes more, our eyes meeting as I encouraged him with my intense look of sheer lust. I had never experienced such raw sexuality before, certainly not on top of a desk in an office – something that had long been a secret fantasy of mine.

As we both approached climax, he shifted our position, pulling out of me long enough for me to scramble off the desk and to my feet next to him. In one smooth but aggressive motion, he spun me around, pushed me against the desk, my forearms supporting my weight, and plunged into me from behind.

I now lost all track of my surroundings, and cried out in pleasure with each of his strokes. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it – fuck me! Yes, just like that!”

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After the theme music and the applause died down, Pennie Layne announced, “The women on today’s show are gorgeous, but they say men shy away from asking them out because of their physiques. Let’s meet them.”

The things you do for relatives.

I’d made my pile in the tech stock market of the ‘90s, parleying my initial investment into multiple millions over the course of six years. The parallels to the Great South Seas Bubble of the 1600s started to bother me in 1998; and recalling what Castenada had said, I quietly cashed out and shifted to a diversified portfolio that produced revenue from sources so varied that it would require a total collapse of the global economy to bankrupt me. The dotcom boom’s going bust didn’t affect my position at all. Taking another lesson from history, I turned some of my assets into cash and bought low, taking a position in New York City real estate. As a result, I was now sitting pretty and would never need to work again.

After taking the time to establish myself as a legal resident of a state with no income tax, I settled in Manhattan in a townhouse that had once been the permanent mission to the U.N. of an African nation that had gone broke fighting a war and been forced to move to more modest quarters. Five floors plus a rooftop conservatory and a full basement (and prize of prizes, its own off-street parking) gave me all the room I needed. A quiet restaurant two blocks away that hasn’t been ‘discovered’ by the gastronomic press and ruined for its regulars kept me fed well and a reasonably happy camper. I had time to watch the market for the odd opportunity, surf the Web, and read a variety of newspapers, books and magazines. A simple life, maybe; but apart from the absence of a permanent female companion who wasn’t after my money, I was content.

My peaceful existence was interrupted one early summer evening by a phone call from my Uncle John and Aunt Dorothy in Kansas. Cutting to the chase, they were finally going to take the Great Vacation in the Big City that they had always talked about, now that Cousin Jack was married and able to take care of their spread as well as his own next door; and where should they stay in the Big Apple, and what should they see, and could I possibly get tickets to The Pennie Layne Show?

Gah. The Pennie Layne Show was a smudged carbon copy of Maury, Montel, and the other voyeuristic crap that had replaced game shows on daytime TV. With the Beatles’ song as her theme music, Pennie Layne specialized in find-the-babydaddy DNA testing, makeovers of various kinds, Can You Spot The Transsexual games, sending out of control teens off to military high school, the giving of ultimatums to a lover/wife/husband, and the-ugly-ducklings-that-now-are-swans-and-smell-ME sort of TV that has the same morbid fascination for some that a really spectacular highway accident has for motorists. She was immensely popular among the kind of people who thought ‘culture’ was Masterpiece Theater.

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I’d sooner have spent an afternoon listening to a politician running for office than attending a Pennie Layne taping; but they were my relatives and they weren’t hinting that relatives ought to stay with family in the big city, so I made the call and got the tickets. I made sure theirs were down front where the cameras could easily find them for their friends back home. I also made sure mine was on the crossing aisle about halfway towards the back so I could stretch out. (I might have to endure this function for the sake of family, but I refused to be uncomfortable in the process.)

When show day arrived, I rendezvoused with Aunt Dot and Uncle John in Times Square. When they said they liked Mexican, I took them to lunch in a little place nearby where the food is good and the beer is better. We got caught up on who’s doing what in the family and the whatever-became-ofs of folks I’d met when I’d spent summers on the farm with them. Soon enough it was time to get to the studio for the taping.

In the studio, Pennie Layne was introducing the women that were the subject of today’s show. By ‘physique,’ she meant they were bodybuilders. They came strutting out onto the stage, mostly dressed in bikinis and high heels, with catsuits or skintight trousers with form-fitting blouses varying the fashions. Taken as a group, they were intimidating.

Two or three looked as if they could bench-press Arnold Schwartzenegger 100 times before breakfast. One black woman put me in mind of Grace Jones in her prime, had Grace gone for bulk instead of speed and snap in her bodybuilding. The forbidding looks on a couple of them would give a Marine DI pause, considering they looked as if they could tie a rifle into a knot and use it as a scarf. Their muscle definition would do for anatomy textbook illustrations.

What got me was the hostility they radiated. Not the chip on the shoulder kind men sometimes get from aggressively lesbian females, though sexual orientation wasn’t relevant here. This was more the ‘Are you looking at ME?’ challenge I’d have expected lefkoşa escort from morose laborers in a blue collar bar after one too many. It was an ‘I dare you to prove you’re more of a man than I am a woman’ look. I settled back to watch the show, letting the flashcard we’d each been given on walking in with “Hot to Trot” printed on one side and “Too Buff to Boff” on the other, lie unused on my lap.

As it unfolded, the hook Pennie Layne wanted to hang the show on was obvious: that ordinary guys were so intimidated by the physical strength and the size of these women, they were afraid to come near them. She went from gal to gal, collecting stories that ran the gamut from ‘Oh, pity me,’ to ‘Prove you’re good enough to go out with me or stop wasting my time.’ I listened to them talk when the cameras were off during breaks in the taping. There was only one that to me seemed worth a guy’s romantic attentions.

She was about 5’7” or 8” with pale blonde hair moussed into a high flattop crew cut. Her pale skin and invisible eyebrows marked her as a genuine blonde, likely of Scandinavian extraction. Her fine-boned figure suited the B/C cup size of her breasts. They appeared larger than that because of her pectoral development, enough to pop them forward without making them look like they were on a platter beneath the paper-thin smooth leather halter that showed the outline of her nipples. She had clearly worked to bring her waist down; six-pack abs looked good on her above a skimpy barbarian-leather bikini bottom that showed off her small, tight buttocks. The skintight, thigh-high boots concealed exquisitely shaped legs. She looked like a tigress at rest, not the female Charles Atlases some of the other women resembled. I wondered what her story was.

The lights came back up to taping intensity. Pennie began interviewing the blonde I’d been eyeing.

“This is Birgitte,” Pennie said, walking over to her. (I idly wondered if Pennie Layne realized that this woman made Pennie’s figure, which normally contrasted favorably with the overweight guests she typically had on the show, look like a heifer in a cornfield.) “She works as a dominatrix, but says she wants a real man that will treat her like a real woman and not a bitch-goddess. Isn’t that right, dear?”

“That’s right, Pennie,” said Birgitte, arching her back and lacing her fingers behind her head for a minute before standing up straight again. “I see all kinds of men in my work,” she went on, a trace of foreign accent in her speech, “but all they want is to lick my boots, have me tie them up, abuse them with speech and beat them. They don’t see me as a woman.”

“And how long has it been since you’ve been out on a date?”

Birgitte paused. “More than a year, I think. Yes, Christmas a year ago. My friend Angela – “

“You mean to tell me that you haven’t had a real date in a year?” interrupted Pennie. I don’t believe it!” Turning to the audience, she demanded, “What do you think? Is Birgitte hot to trot or too buff to boff?”

The audience reacted like trained seals, with green and yellow “Too Buff to Boff” signs waving for the cameras as a rumble of boos and dislike rolled toward the stage. I noticed the men and women booing and waving their signs with the most enthusiasm were all overweight and unattractive, their plainness accentuated by the glee on their faces as they gave back some of the mockery they’d received over the years to someone they saw as a Pretty Person. The few favorable red and gold “Hot to Trot” signs were lost in the shuffle. Pennie smiled, secure in her ability to manipulate the sheeple. I loathed her for it. She moved on to the next step in the dance.

“Do you mean to say that there isn’t a single man in the audience that has the nerve to ask Birgitte here for a date? Not one of you?”

A fresh wave of derision washed out from the audience. Birgitte flushed, whether from shame or embarrassment I couldn’t tell.

“I can’t believe it!” called Pennie over the crowd. “There isn’t a SINGLE GUY with enough guts in this audience to date a dominatrix?”

More catcalls. Suddenly I’d had enough, more than enough and a long way past enough.

“I DO!” I shouted, getting to my feet, striding along the cross-aisle and down the wide steps that defined the rows of seats. Cameras swung to follow me. I reached the bottom and stepped onto the stage. I could see Pennie Layne motion out of frame to the security people starting toward me to stay where they were. I addressed the hostess.

“You asked if any male in the audience has the guts to ask this woman for a date, dressed as she is and knowing what she does for a living. Well, I do.” Turning to Birgitte, whose eyes were wide with surprise and who had one hand in front of her mouth, I extended my hand.

“Come with me if you want to have some fun,” I said, belatedly realizing that I sounded like Arnold in T-2: Judgment Day. Probably NOT the image I should be projecting here. As hostile as some of these women were, I might lüleburgaz escort wind up as the guest of honor at body-slam practice!

Birgitte looked at me for a minute, sizing me up. Obviously the show staff had briefed her on what to expect, but someone from the audience calling Pennie’s bluff and departing from the script hadn’t been covered. She was on her own.

She reached out and took my hand.

“Let’s go,” she said softly. Without further ado, I began to lead her back up the steps to the exit doors as the audience applauded.

“WAIT A MINUTE!” shouted Pennie. The crown quieted and we looked back at the stage. “You can’t just run off with my guest!”

“Well, DUH!” I replied. The audience laughed and Pennie flushed, on the verge of moving the guards in. I waved for quiet and went on, “Look, this is obviously a makeover-and-listen-to-the-pshrink show, and maybe a blind date as the capper. You can’t make eight women over in thirty seconds. It’s two o’clock now. What time will you start unveiling the makeovers?”

“Five o’clock,” came the director’s voice from the control booth through the speakers.

“We’ll be here,” I promised. “You, with the portacam on your shoulder, grab a fresh power pack and get moving. We’ll be at Bloomingdale’s.”

“Stay with him, Charlie, we’ll catch you up” said the disembodied voice. “Go with it, Pennie.”

Pennie shot me a dirty look for spoiling her ‘surprise,’ but total pro that she was, resumed taping. We could hear her talking as we left the studio, “Well, it looks as if there is at least one man in New York who has the courage of his convictions. We’ll bring you reports on Birgitte as they happen. And now…”

Charlie the cameraman, out of breath, caught up with us at the elevators. “We have limos on call; I just called for one. Easier if we’re together.”

We introduced ourselves as we rode down to the parking garage under the building. While we waited for the limo to turn up, I helped Birgitte into my trench coat to conceal her ‘working clothes.’ Enroute to Bloomie’s, I got hold of the manager and explained the problem and what I needed. He had me give my phone to the driver and gave him instructions. Shortly afterwards, we pulled into a loading dock on East 60th Street and took the freight elevator up. Charlie had obviously shopped at Bloomingdale’s before and was surprised when the elevator stopped at the seventh floor.

“I thought Bloomie’s only had six floors.” I showed him my Bloomie’s charge card. Unlike the typical Bloomingdale’s card, mine has 3 gold stars in one corner.

“This card gets you onto the seventh floor. There are private showrooms and shops for celebrities and people that can afford the prices up here. Believe me, you pay for this privilege. Come along, Birgitte, we have to be back by five and there is much to be done.”

My first stop was at a famous clothing designer’s shop. Colette was the saleswoman on duty. I had dealt with her before. Her eyes widened when Birgitte took off my coat, but said nothing. At my request, she provided a long robe and measured Birgitte from head to foot in the dressing lounge. Telling Colette where we were going, asking her to please box up Birgitte’s costume and that I would be right back, I took Birgitte on to the hair salon in the robe.

There I instructed the stylist to redo Birgitte’s hair in a style that was softer yet complemented her face, to redo her nails in French tips, “plus whatever else she wants that can be done in an hour, and send for a selection of perfumes, makeup and lipsticks that go with her skin.” Charlie stayed in the salon to document this part of the makeover.

Going back to the designer’s, we walked through the showroom. I selected half a dozen outfits that Colette and I agreed would show Birgitte off in the best possible light. Calling in a favor, Colette persuaded the salesman at the shoe salon to look over our selection of clothes and bring shoes to suit. He did so, pausing to peruse our live Barbie doll and measure her feet first. While he was thus engaged and Colette was laying out the wardrobe, I made another call to a little lingerie shop I know, requesting part of my order be delivered to Colette here immediately and the rest to be sent to my townhouse. I then visited the shoe salon and selected one pair of pumps and a pair of strap sandals to be added to my order and delivered to the townhouse. Calling home, I warned my housekeeper of the impending deliveries and told her to make sure the bar in the library was properly stocked, including canapés. One can but hope, and it would not hurt to be prepared.

It was closing on three-thirty when the hair salon delivered Birgitte back to me. The timing was perfect; Colette had taken delivery of the lingerie barely five minutes before, just time to unwrap it and lay it out. Still in the robe, I could see that the cosmetologists had manicured her top and bottom, and applied a subdued makeup that brought her eyebrows into visibility. Her magosa escort hair had been cleansed of the stiffening gel and restyled into soft curls that hugged her skull, suggesting a close-fitting cap of feathers. The effect was marvelous. What else might have been done, the robe concealed.

“Colette has a selection of outfits for you, I said, ignoring Charlie. A master of his craft, he was like a stagehand in a Chinese play: as unobtrusive as the camera light allowed him to be, never underfoot or in the way but never missing a shot either. I made a mental note to get his particulars and have him checked out; he was too good a cameraman to be wasting his time on a hack TV show. “Take a few minutes and try them all on before you decide which one to wear and we ship the others. But don’t be too long, because we promised we’d be back at five.” Smiling, and with an echoing smile and a raised eyebrow from Colette, Birgitte went into the lounge to play fashion model.

“Pennie wants to talk to you,” Charlie said, taking the camera off his shoulder, flipping the viewscreen on and turning it outwards so I could see what he was having relayed to him and plugging in a headphone so I could hear. “Tape’s rolling.”

“Will you be back on time?” Pennie asked. It felt strange to be taking to her this way, very Edison Carter of Network 23.

“Barring a traffic jam,” I promised.

“And what do you have in mind for after the show? The other girls will be going out on computer-matched dates over the next couple of days. Charlie can accompany you if you are going somewhere tonight.”

“You know, it would be easier if we didn’t have to go back,” I said. “Could you work around that?”

Pennie thought for a minute. “Yes, if you take her somewhere interesting. Can you shoot the ‘after’ footage where you are for relay, Charlie?”

“No prob,” assured the cameraman. “It’s presentable, and I can get all the details as to whom to thank for the credits. Let me get set up. You’ll repeat it for the studio audience?”

An hour later, Charlie was ready to go, listening to the audio track of the show over his headphones, with the mike shut off so the sound wouldn’t repeat. At his cue, Birgitte came out of the lounge with a runway model’s strut, her hips swaying seductively in a fawn colored skirt with brown piping that struck four inches above the knee, tight enough to show her ass to good advantage without being hooker-tight, plus a matching short jacket over an opaque, flowing ivory silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Pumps that matched the skirt, with three-inch heels that made those lovely legs even shapelier, enhanced the sway of her hips. A simple, heavy gold rope necklace and matching earrings that I had bought at the jeweler’s across the way after Birgitte and Charlie decided on the outfit completed the ensemble. She did a slow turn to show the line of the suit and her perfect legs, and then walked to where I waited against a neutrally colored wall. Charlie flipped one earphone around and pointed to me. I could hear Pennie Layne as if from a distance, but my attention was occupied by the gorgeous creature that had taken my arm and was looking at me with admiration.

“Well! Quite a difference from ‘before.’ And what, pray tell, do you have in mind for the rest of the evening?” she asked, a wink-wink-nudge-nudge tone in her voice.

“I thought that we’d walk over to the Park Plaza for drinks and dinner, and then perhaps a carriage ride in the park after; that is, if Birgitte wants to,” I said.

“That sounds delightful,” said Birgitte. “In all the time I have been in New York, I have never taken a carriage ride. It will be a touch of home for me.”

“And after the carriage, will you indulge in another kind of ride?” asked Pennie lewdly. I flushed as I heard the audience hooting at her ‘wit.’

Birgitte drew herself up. I was aware of her breasts jutting an inch away from my arm. Haughtily as any queen, she replied, “That is no concern of yours. Shall we go?” she asked me.

“We shall,” I agreed, and we swept from the shop as regally as royalty could have done.

“And, CUT!” shouted Charlie, just barely not laughing. “Stewart Granger and Katharine Hepburn couldn’t have done it better. Listen!” He extended the headphones. The applause and laughter coming from the studio explained the irritation on Pennie Layne’s face in the tiny monitor screen. In baiting Birgitte, she had forgotten that she was herself on of the Pretty People, and that the sheeple aren’t fussy as to which Pretty Person ends up with the egg on her face as long as they get to watch. I looked at Birgitte.

“Somehow I don’t think Pennie Layne will be asking you back for a return engagement,” I said. Birgitte’s shy smile lit up her face and she blushed.

“Somehow I don’t think I’m going to be needing one,” she said softly. We walked to the elevator, Charlie momentarily forgotten. He knew where we would be and would catch up at the Plaza.

The walk to the hotel and the dinner that followed passed in a haze. I could have been eating floor tiles and drinking water from the East River for all the impression that the excellent food and wine made on me. All my attention was focused on the Danish beauty seated next to me on the banquette. She seemed just as caught up in me as we talked about ourselves.

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Note: Wow. I received a lot of positive feedback concerning this story. Things have definitely changed for Ted in his old hometown. Now as he begins his bank manager job he will find out that not everything is so wonderful. Read Chapter one to get up to speed. All rights reserved.

*

Ted dropped Ellen off in front of her house so he wouldn’t face Dawn or even Jim if he were awake. It would be up to her to explain where she had been the past two hours. After leaving his car and walking towards his aunt’s house he heard laughter from the rear. He moved slowly and quietly by the holly bushes and peeked through the wood slat fence. In the hot tub were his aunt and the bank’s assistant manager.

“He can’t be that big,” Rebecca said to Ann who were both naked.

“It was so fulfilling,” Ann bragged. “I’ve never been fucked three times in one night.”

“We’ve did it more than three times,” Rebecca said moving closer.

Ted’s eyes opened wide when the younger woman’s lips found his aunt’s. When their bodies came together their upper bodies rose up from the steam and bubbles. “Shit,” he whispered when he saw Rebecca’s nearly perfect breasts and long hard nipples. He had never seen two women have sex so he moved silently into the back yard and moved up to the deck railing.

Ann’s mouth moved back when she felt the familiar fingers of her woman lover part her hot pussy lips. She had not fucked a man for years but had fulfilling sex with Rebecca most every week. “Ted will be home soon.”

“Good, maybe he will join us.”

As much as Ted wanted to rip off his clothes and jump into the hot water he also wanted to stay clear of a town whore who worked in the same bank. He moved back quietly and then around the house. After entering the front door he tiptoed upstairs and locked the bedroom door behind him. He was asleep when he heard tapping on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Ann replied. “It’s safe. She’s gone.”

Ted walked to the door in his boxers and unlocked it. He turned and walked back to his bed and heard her footsteps behind him. “No men but it looks like Rebecca takes care of you.”

“She’s very talented,” Ann said standing in only a towel around her waist. “Evidently you don’t want to try her out.”

“Can’t mix work and pleasure,” he said turning and seeing her bare titties.

“So a threesome is not out of question.”

“Uh..sure..I mean it depends..you know on who. His cock was pressing outward.

“There is a new women who recently started at the newspaper. She’s cute and around your age.”

“And you have the hots for her.”

“Actually I prefer a man but a woman fills in nicely. She unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor. “Can I join you?”

“Yes…definitely,” Ted smiled lifting his hips and removing his underwear. “But take it easy.”

Ann giggled. “So your date with Ellen turned out to be more than planned.”

“Uh-huh. Jim let the cat out of the bag about fucking Rebecca and she overheard it. I guess I was just payback.”

“What’s your pleasure?” She asked moving up onto the bed and straddling his thighs. “Would you like me to fuck you tonight?”

“Sounds great.” He closed his eyes and felt her fingers guiding his cock to her very moist pussy.

“HOLD ON!” She laughed while rising and falling. The bed banged against the wall, which caused a small painting to fall on the bed next to them.

“FUCK!” He cried out while holding onto her ass. She was one horny bitch. Somehow he managed to hold out until she came.

“NOW…FUCKING NOW!” She cried out. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM…NOW!”

“I’M CUMING!” He announced. “AHHHH!”

*

Ted somehow managed to get up at 5 AM the next morning and put on his jogging clothes. He ran for five blocks and found the old Plainville coffee shop open. He was breathing hard when he moved inside. He recognized the older woman behind the counter. “Mrs. Reavis?”

The woman looked up at him but didn’t recognize him. “Yes, can I help you?”

“It’s me Ted.”

“Ted…Ted..I uh…Oh my God… Ted Givens.” She reached across the counter and took his hands in hers. “I heard you were coming back.”

“Yes, I’m very happy to be back.” He felt her wrinkled fingers and weak grip. “How is uh…Bill doing?”

“He passed away last year. Heart attack. He worked at that damn factory for twenty-eight years and for what?”

“I’m sorry to hear it. I really liked Bill. So how are your kids doing?”

“Well Mark moved away to California but Kathy is still here.”

“Little Kathy,” he grinned. “She used to kick me in the shins every time I came around. What is she up to?”

“Never married but a lot of guys have tried. She works here part time and does part time work for Wright Construction.” She turned and faced the kitchen door. “HEY KATHY. COME HERE AND SEE WHO SHOWED UP!”

Ted moved back remembering the pain she used to give him. He watched the door and saw a gorgeous woman with short dark hair walk out. “No way.”

Kathy was about kestel escort nine years younger than Ted and really didn’t remember him. “Hi.” She looked at her mother.

“It’s Ted Givens. Remember you used to kick him.”

“I didn’t do that. Did I?” She asked as she took off her apron and walked around to shake his hand.

“Uh…yeah…I’m not sure why but I had bruises on my shins.”

“I’m sorry,” she said seriously. “I’m not sure why I did it either.”

“You were jealous,” Mary Reavis said. “You said you loved him and didn’t like Ellen James holding his hand.”

Kathy blushed. “I guess I owe you some free coffee or something.”

“Good because I didn’t bring my wallet. Will you have a cup with me?”

She turned and looked at her mother.

“Go ahead. We are not busy.”

Ted sat down while Kathy got two cups of coffee. “Cream and two sugars,” he said.

“So tell me where you’ve been all these years,” she said sitting down across from him.

Ted wasn’t sure why but talking to her was very easy. Her blue eyes and rosy lips were warm and friendly. After he told her the short story about his divorce she told him about going to DePaul and majoring in business. “So how is George Wright Sr. doing?”

“He’s in semi-retirement. George Jr. is slowly taking over.”

“Is Junior still married to Babs?”

She rolled her eyes. “I guess you can call it that.” After saying it she got worried. “Please don’t say anything. Jobs are hard to come by in this town.”

“I won’t say anything. Since I’m managing the bank I need to find out as much as I can about the main people in the town.”

“Kathy. I need you back in the kitchen,” Mrs. Reavis said.

Kathy stood and smiled. “I enjoyed talking to you.” She held out her hand. “I promise I won’t kick you again.”

He laughed and felt the warm fingers. “Say, uh..maybe we can continue our conversation over dinner?”

She was about to say no until her mother moved next to her. “Yes, dinner is fine. She’s a great cook which is why I need her in the kitchen now.”

Ted laughed as the mother pulled her away. “When?”

“Tomorrow night,” Kathy laughed as her mother pushed her into the back room.

Ted ran back home thinking about the few days he had been home. He had fucked his aunt, watched her naked in a hot tub with another woman and received a blowjob from his old girlfriend. Now he had a date with a woman who used to kick him when they were young.

When he entered the house his aunt was sitting at the kitchen table in a tight white tee shirt and beige panties. “Whew, I’m out of shape,” he grinned.

“From running or other activities?”

“Running. Say what can you tell me about Kathy Reavis?”

“Damn boy you do get around don’t you? Well Kathy went away to college and about five years ago came back. We are not sure why but I think it was because her father was ill. Looks like she wants to stay now. I don’t know much about her love life.”

“I have dinner with her tomorrow night. We had a cup of coffee at her mother’s shop. We seemed to really hit it off.”

“Shucks, I finally get me a warm body and it goes and finds somebody else.”

He laughed. So I’m only a warm body now.”

“With a big appendage,” she chuckled.

*

The bank opened at 9:00AM but Ted had arranged for the Corporate HR district rep to meet him at 8:00AM. He got a quick breakdown of the benefits and was given access to the employee files. He was glancing through Rebecca’s file when she knocked on his doorframe.

“Good morning,” she said moving like a snake into his office. “Is that my file?”

“Yes. I’m going through all of them. Maybe you can give me your take on the other employees.” He watched as she moved to the chair in front of his desk and make no attempt to push her short dress down her tanned thighs.

“OK, we have a total of six employees. Besides me we have Jean and Betty on the drive up window. Jack and Laura work the inside teller slots and Connie handles the office duties and the deposit boxes. Oh and Tom is our security guard. So that makes seven or eight counting you.”

“I remember Connie. She was always my father’s favorite.”

“So you heard those rumors too,” she grinned.

“Rumors?” Ted asked sitting upright. “Surely you are not suggesting that…” Before he could finish a cute young blonde moved into his office.

“Excuse me sir but Mr. Wright is here to speak with you.”

“See you later,” Rebecca said moving out of her seat and out the door.

“What is your name?” Ted asked the young woman.

“Laura,” she answered. “Glad to meet you sir.” She moved over to shake his hand.

“Call me Ted. Sir belonged to my father.”

“I’m sorry sir,” she said before giggling.

“Please send Mr. Wright in.”

Ted cleaned away the personnel files and looked up to see George Wright. The problem was he wasn’t sure if he was the senior or the junior. “Mr. Wright. It’s been a while.” kırıkhan escort

“Jesus Ted. What the fuck are you doing calling me Mr. Wright.”

Ted was ready for the hard hand squeeze. He realized that junior had gained weight and looked like hell. “Business formalities. How are you doing George?”

“Well other that the fact that the housing business sucks pretty well. When you get a chance we need to sit down and discuss my loans.”

“I haven’t gotten into any loans yet but I hear you are still pretty big around here. I should be ready in a few days.”

“OK but my loans come due in a few weeks so I would like to get it resolved.”

“We should be able to work something out,” Ted grinned.

“Say, I’m having a 40th birthday party for Babs on Saturday night. You’re invited and if you can’t find a date I’ll set you up with some nice friendly girls.”

“Uh…yeah maybe I can make it. But I’ll bring someone if that is OK.”

“Sure…after all we were great pals in high school.” They shook hands and Ted chuckled after he left. “Pals? All he did was push me around and make fun of me.”

Ted spent the rest of the morning going through the bank procedures. He had a chance to meet with everyone before the end of the day. At ten minutes until closing Rebecca walked into his office and closed the door. “Well you made it through the first day.” She pulled the chair closer to his desk and put her two feet up on the edge. When she did her dress tumbled down enough for him to see her black panties.

Ted sat back and put his hands behind his head. “There is one rule that I always follow. Employees are not to be involved with other employees.”

Her look showed that she was surprised. “What do you mean by involved?” Her feet separated almost a foot giving him direct viewing of her thong disappearing into her shaved pussy.

“No hanky-panky, messing around, sleeping together etc. etc.”

She had never really been turned down before. “Are you sure?”

“Rebecca you are a beautiful woman. I saw you with my aunt last night and also found out that you had sex with my friend Jim Farmer. I have no interest in having sex with you and would appreciate it if you stay away from Jim and my aunt at least until I find my own place.”

Her surprise turned to anger. “You shouldn’t talk to me that way.” She pulled her feet down and sat back. “What I do off the job is my business and not yours.”

“Unless it influences what goes on at this bank. I’m not sure what policies or practices existed in the past but there’s a new sheriff in town.”

“Yes sir,” she said standing and putting her flat hand over her eye to salute.”

Ted took a deep breath and then called Connie in. “I promise not to keep you long.”

The older women smiled and sat down. Unlike Rebecca she kept her knees together and her dress down. “I wanted to say that everyone here is glad that you took the job. Since Mr. Parker left it’s been kind of loose around here.”

“I’m getting that picture,” Ted said seriously. “I’m glad that you are still here Connie. From what everyone is telling me you are the glue that holds it all together.”

“Thank you. I’m sure you will be a great manager like your father was.”

“My father was a special man,” Ted said nervously. “Connie I’ve heard some things about him and you.”

She sat up looking upset. “I don’t know who started that but it’s taken me a long time to try and clear his name and mine. I loved your dad very much but not in the way those rumors are saying.”

He saw a tear falling from her left eye and grabbed some tissues. “Here. I didn’t believe them then and don’t believe them now. I had to ask.”

Both eyes were full of tears. “Your father told me everything. We were best friends and I probably knew more things about him than your mother. Except for maybe one time he was a perfect husband.”

“One time?”

“It’s best we leave it at that. Let sleeping dogs lie.”

“I guess you’re right. No use digging up dirt. Anyway I’ll need your help to get up to speed. Do you think you can put in some extra time before or after work?”

“Definitely but we better be careful of those rumor mongers.” Her tears turned to laughter.

Ted laughed too and was walking her out when he saw Dawn at the locked bank door. “You can let her in Tom.”

Tom opened the door and gave Ted the key. “I’ll see you in the morning Mr. Givens.”

“So Dawn what are you doing here?” He did his best not to peek down at her tight pink sweater and even tighter jeans.

“Can we talk?”

Ted knew that he would be alone with her. “Uh sure go into my office and I’ll be there shortly.” He glanced at her cute butt in the jeans before walking to Connie’s office to ask her to be close by.

Dawn stood nervously by his desk when he walked in. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Anytime,” Ted said. “Sit down and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“It’s my parents. Are you going to split them up?”

“What? kızılay escort No of course not,” he answered. “Your father is still my best friend and I don’t want to come between them.”

“So it is just sex.”

Again Ted was surprised. “Your mother and I just kissed. We had something really special in high school and I guess we were both curious about if there was anything still there.”

“Is there?”

“There will always be a spot in our hearts but things have changed. A lot of time has passed and it’s hard to put pieces back together again without hurting somebody.”

“You didn’t answer. Is it just sex?”

“Dawn. We shouldn’t talk about things like this.” He glanced over her shoulder and saw Connie’s head peeking around the door.

“My mom has been so sad since my father lost his job but since you’ve been back she’s different. If you want to… you know.. sleep with her it’s fine with me.”

Ted had to cough because he couldn’t talk. “No sex. We have and always will be best friends.”

“OK,” she said sitting up. “So if you want to date someone younger let me know.”

He was going to laugh but realized she was serious. “Maybe in about ten years.”

“Your loss.” She stood and wiggled her butt to the door.

After she left Connie walked in. “She’s just like her mother.”

“Definitely,” he grinned. “Say, I noticed that she was driving a car. Did she get a car loan here?”

“Uh…yes a few months ago. Why?”

“Nothing. But if you can get the file please get it for me tomorrow.” He was hoping that it had a copy of her birth certificate or driver’s license.

*

Ted ate at the restaurant and met some more town folks. He was ready to leave when his cell phone rang. It was Kathy.

“Hi,” she said. “I got your phone number from your aunt.”

“Good, I was going to call your mother to get your number. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Ted, I’m honored to have you ask me out. But, we don’t really know each other. I agreed because my mother has been pushing me to date.”

“So this sounds like I’m being dumped before the first date.”

“I’m sorry.”

“OK, thank you for letting me know. I’ll see you at the coffee shop.”

The first day on the job was eventful. When he got to his aunt’s house he found her sitting alone drinking a glass of wine. “I ate at the restaurant.”

“I know. Word gets around fast in a small town. I also heard that you told Rebecca that we can’t see each other anymore.”

“That’s not what I said. I told her to stay away from Jim Farmer and I asked her to not see you while I’m staying here.”

“This is my house Ted. You can’t tell others not to see me in my own home.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said it but she basically flashed her pussy at me in my office today and I had to lay down some business rules. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“Well, she’s coming over in about ten minutes so if you don’t want to be here you should leave or go upstairs.”

“Will do,” he said not happy that she didn’t understand the position he was in with Rebecca. He also knew that Rebecca was the type that used other people to get what she wanted. “I’ve got some files to read so I’ll be in my room.”

He heard noises when Rebecca arrived and did his best to focus on the files. He was doing great until Ann and his assistant manager came up to her bedroom. For the next hour he listened to laughter, giggling, moaning and cries of pleasure.

*

The next morning at the job was uneventful. Rebecca was strictly professional and cold dealing with him and only talked to him if he had a question. Around 10:00AM he knocked on Connie’s door. “Say did you find that loan file on Dawn?”

“Uh..yes but it looks like there are some forms missing.” He took the file and quickly glanced through them. “Where is the application?”

“That is one of the forms missing and there is no copy of her driver’s license.”

“Shit…I mean…OK. Maybe you can get her to bring in her copies?”

“I’ll try.”

It was bothering Ted that Kathy had turned him down coldly. Something was up with her but he didn’t know what. At noon he called Alice Miller a real estate broker who he knew in high school. She picked him up and they drove around looking for him a place to live.

“What are you looking for?” She asked.

Ted was happy that she didn’t look like she was ready to jump his bones like the other women had done so far. “A quiet modern place with all the extras. A swimming pool or hot tub with a great view. Are any of the Wright homes on the lake available?”

“Yes, actually I spoke with George Jr. after you called this morning. Looks like he is willing to make you a fantastic deal.”

“I don’t want any favors. Let’s look at what he has and the listed price.”

“OK, it’s your money,” she frowned. She had promised George that she would get Ted to take a very low offer.

The first house was too close to George Jrs. House so he asked to see one on the other side of the lake. When he arrived he knew it was the one. “Nice and secluded. Two- car garage. Nice little beach behind the house.” She showed him the built in hot tub on the upper deck outside the enormous master bedroom. “I’ll take it.”

“I didn’t tell you the price.”

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This is the final true story in the Jake and Traci series….thanks for your views and votes.

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Jake was at the calendar, counting the days from the last time he had what he considered a great conversation with Traci; it was about 10 days ago. She had gone down to visit her mom and grandmother for Mother’s Day. During her stay there, they texted each other like schoolkids, talking about what was up, but also about how much they missed each other and what it would be like when they reunited. Jake knew how great that could be, so he was looking forward to it in a big way.

When she returned, it was as if they hadn’t talked at all: days without contact and when it did occur, seemingly distant. Jake knew all too well she was a girl who liked her distance, but this seemed too distant, too far, for his liking.

It was a good week before they made plans to get together, for car shopping, she offered. On the day, Jake thought perhaps they could meet at his house first, before setting off on their journey. That really was for her benefit. He wanted a chance to be with her, to hold her, love her and kiss her in a way that proved without a doubt, how he felt about her.

He left work a half hour early, no excuse really, just left, so he could get home and pretty up the place: chocolates for her, some of her favourite flowers, a drink she had casually mentioned she liked. He wanted to make an impression…

In a few minutes she arrived, as beautiful as ever, yet with a distant aura about her. As he ushered her in and attempted to give her the kiss he had been saving up, she met his lips with a thin kocasinan escort peck. Not what he was hoping for, but being the eternal optimist, he accepted it and led her into the kitchen where all of his offerings were displayed.

As he detailed each item, she nodded in assent, then took the next 10 minutes to dress-down her ex via text, while Jake waited hopefully for some evidence of a returned interest. Between stabs at the keyboard, she noted the drink was very sweet, the flowers reminded her of her grandfather’s funeral, and he should help himself to a piece of chocolate….

Once finished her messaging, Jake again was hopeful they would have opportunity now to touch, kiss; to reconnect. As he moved in, she hesitated, then informed him she had something to say. With that, Jake felt his world shake and crumble, waiting for the inevitable….and so it came. She had been re-thinking her previous decade long relationship with her former live-in, who now wanted her back. He admitted his failings and offered her everything he had, should she reconsider their relationship and give it another try.

For Jake, this was the predictable stab in the heart. He had loved her like no other. Period. And while she said she hadn’t made up her mind, he could tell in her voice, her body language, that she was now merely delivering the news.

As they stared awkwardly about the room, they both touched in a genuine way for the first time that night; light caresses really, indicative of their fondness and memories of each other.

The caresses were accompanied by gentle brushes of lips past cheeks, as they konak escort both sought to comfort and be comforted. Lips passing soon found their counterparts and were followed by hungry probings as tongues darted in and past each other.

Their passion, hunger and sadness was now being fueled by deliberate touching of thighs, breast and genitals, as they continued to explore their last enjoyment of each other.

Within minutes, Jake scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs, gently depositing her on his bed that only they had loved on. A bed christened only with their love, and now, soon to be their tears.

Never had their unbuttoning, unbuckling, unzippering been so tender or so sad. They both knew this was their last time, even without saying a word that it was so. As they both removed each other’s clothing, item by item, they took in the visual feast which was going to last them a lifetime.

As Traci sank to her knees and took Jake in her mouth, he revelled in the joy of her acceptance, yet brimmed with sadness at knowing this would be the last time he would see her perfectly formed bum swaying from side to side while she pleasured him.

When he picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, he did so with the look in his eyes of a man who knows he will never see this sight again.

Seeing Jake stand before her, Traci opened herself to his gentle probing, allowing him into her, for what they both knew would be the last time. For Traci, this was the last time to feel the physicality of him, but also to feel the depth of his love for her, in a way she had never seen it reflected konyaaltı escort in his eyes before.

His eyes bore the look of man in pure and total love, yet they were tinged with the sadness of a man rejected. She saw this, knew from where it came and wanted to take it all away. She wanted to make him happy, yet she also knew there were things her former lover could offer that he couldn’t.

Seeing him enter her and feeling him inside her, she saw in him a tenderness to his movements that she knew was his gift to her. This gift of an equisite memory, one for both him and her.

As he continued to stroke her, pause, then continue, his changing tempo reflected the rise and fall in their love. She loved him, this she knew, but with her former she had history, security and a knowingness; something Jake had not proven to her.

Feeling his love for her, she wanted to give him the gift of a lasting memory of pleasure. She urged him on, to take her, to enjoy her, so that in some small way she could balance the scales of their time together and allow her to leave with some measure of contribution. And as Jake heaved himself on her, she embraced him in a loving touch that neither of them had felt previously.

They lay on the bed for some time, reflecting, chatting, but mostly just being quiet. Neither wanted to acknowledge the inevitable leaving, or the inevitable finality of their brief time together. As final kisses, touches and tears were exchanged, they silently dressed and went back downstairs.

Mutual bravado at the front door and a short walk to her car was followed by another deep, heartfelt embrace. They gazed deeply and fully into each other’s eyes, knowing that this was the last time they would see those smiles, those tears….

With a lump in his throat and tears welling up, Jake backed away while Traci started her car. As she pulled away, they waved one final time to each other….and to their love.

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Life has changed dramatically after moving in with Jamie. I find that I had traded the comfortable but boring life of a mild mannered housewife with a cold and occasionally abusive husband for an exciting life with an indomitable free spirit who pours his fiery passion for beauty into everything he does, whether he’s crafting a new beer, building a car, or making love.

We both work hard all week, but the weekends are for fun. Whether we are taste testing his latest brew with friends, out cruising with his latest toy, or curled up on the couch at home with a movie, there is always something fun going on. Sometimes we will jump on his Harley and just go …somewhere. There is an adventure somewhere down that open road, and we are going to find it.

It’s on one of those long, aimless bike rides that we find ourselves sitting on a blanket watching the sunset from the top of a grassy hill overlooking a small lake. It feels so romantic to sit there, snuggling close and sipping wine together with nobody around for miles.

As night falls and the full moon rises over the horizon, Jamie builds a warm campfire and comes back to sit on the blanket with me, watching the reflection of the moon upon the glassy water and the city lights beyond as the warm summer breeze carries the sweet smell of the fire to us. We lie back looking at the stars as the sound of frogs and crickets fills the air.

Jamie snuggles up next to me and whispers, “You know what they’re all looking for ….”

“What?”

“Let me show you.”

His gentle caresses make his intentions clear and I melt into his arms as the kisses we share become longer and deeper, touching tongues and sharing breath as we both begin to feel the rising passionate response from our bodies.

Jamie moves over me as his lips move over my face, softly kissing; and nibbling at my ear as the fingers of his free hand teasingly stroke my body, knowing just the right touch to turn me on. My breath grows short as he starts gently kissing and nibbling his way down my throat to my collar bone.

Once there, I can feel him opening a button – letting the cool night air kiss my warm skin before he covers the exposed skin with his kisses. As he continues to the next button, his fingers caress my breasts as he gently kisses each inch of exposed flesh. Reaching the last button, he opens my blouse and lays it out flat against the ground. Then he moves up to kiss me with all the passion we have shared, our tongues dancing together like the karşıyaka escort flicker of the fire, as I tightly embrace him, the cool night breeze caressing our skin as the fire struggles to match the heat of our passion

As we continue kissing, I slip one hand between us and begin to open his shirt – I want to be closer to him. To feel his chest against mine … with nothing between us, so I break the kiss long enough to sit up and turn my back to him so he can pull my shirt off me totally, then unhook my bra and slip it off. While I’m still sitting with my back to him I can feel him reach up and massage my neck and shoulders before reaching around to hold both my breasts, gently caressing the soft flesh.

I moan softly as he begins kissing the back of my neck, while his hands gently squeeze my nipples, twisting and rubbing them between his fingers. After enjoying the sensation for a few minutes, I shift around so I can finish removing his shirt too and lie back down with him. As he holds me tight, we kiss passionately, eagerly anticipating the pleasures yet to come. I moan a little louder as he glides his hand gently over my ribs, then moves down to caress my sensitive buns, knowing that his touch there will cause a very wet reaction.

I try to move even closer to him, pushing my pelvis close to his I can feel his hard length next to me even through my clothes. He continues the gentle stroking until I can’t stand the teasing any longer. I have to feel his hands on my bare backside, so I reach to slide down my slacks and panties and roll over in the same motion to give him full access to that most sensitive part of me.

I moan softly as I feel his fingers tantalizingly glide over my soft buns, feeling the warmth of his hand as it glides slowly down the back of my legs and back up to my firm behind. I raise up a little as he reaches between my thighs, giving him easy access to my moist opening; gasping for breath as his probing fingers slip deep inside.

When he finishes probing me with his fingers, he slides his hand up to stroke the back of my neck, then rolls over to replace his fingers with his lips. I gasp for breath as his mustache tickles the back of my neck while he plants gentle kisses and nibbles on my neck, his lips leaving a soft wet trail as he slowly works his way down my back to my soft buns, where his kisses cover every inch.

When the sensation becomes too much to bear, I roll over to hold him close and kiss him deeply. kartepe escort Looking deep into his eyes, “Jamie, the way you make love to me is unlike anything I have ever experienced … Erotic and exciting, yet gentle and loving; all at once.”

“Could it be that no one has ever made love to you the way I do, because no one has ever loved you the way I do?”

Our lips lock again, and while our tongues intertwine, my hands move to his belt. Two can play at this teasing game, and I’m about to get a little payback. When I get his belt free, I fumble loose the fasteners on his pants and slowly slide the zipper down — being sure to rub against his hard cock as I go. He lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants; and as I do that I lean over and lightly plant kisses on his cock through his shorts. As I pull his shorts down, I lean forward so I can kiss his hard length, letting my hard nipples rub teasingly on his thigh as I do so. I hold his cock in my hand, lightly wrapping my hand around it, then pumping up and down, two, three, four times — then licking the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock and licking up and down the shaft of his manhood. Reaching the top, I flick my tongue over the tip a few times before opening my mouth more and sucking his length partway in; swirling my tongue around his swollen head and sucking lightly as I cup his balls in one hand and gently stroke up and down the shaft with the other. I can hear him moaning in pleasure as I lick and suck, until he pulls away and pushes me onto my back.

I lie back holding his hard length in my hand – squeezing a little then sliding my hand up and down, then squeezing again; while I feel his fingers glide gently down and between my thighs massaging every part of me as our tongues intertwine in passion. I open my legs as wide as I can, loving the feel of his fingers sliding up and down the length of my opening, moving up to tease my clit then slipping deep inside, before moving back to my clit.

That direct sensation is more than I can stand. I am already so turned on that I come very quickly, moaning loudly and arching my back high as I feel my inner muscles contract around his probing fingers. I fall back against the blanket – gasping for breath and trembling with desire as I float down.

When I am able to move again, he rolls me over on my back and kisses me passionately as his hands begin roaming all over my body, teasingly stroking and squeezing my quivering flesh. I am kaş escort now hypersensitive to the lightest of touch, so each touch causes a shudder deep within me as .

Shifting positions, he rolls over on top of me, cupping a breast in each hand, massaging them with his strong hands as he begins to gently suck and lick my rock hard nipples. I start to squirm and writhe in excitement beneath him as he begins gradually, teasing, working lower, kissing and nibbling as he goes — opening my legs wide in anticipation as he moves his head down between my thighs.

He moves his hands down and holds my lips open, giving him easy access to my most private parts, as he begins to lick along the length of my slit, then suck my clit into his mouth, holding it between his lips, as he gently flicks his tongue over the tip. His tongue ravishes me as he slips a couple fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my G-spot as he swirls his tongue around my swollen clit. Soon, I am humping against his mouth as I begin to come – shuddering over and over as I cry out in pleasure.

After giving me a few minutes to recover, he starts kissing his way back up my body, pausing to tease my sensitive nipples before moving up to share another deep, lingering kiss as I feel him slowly slide his hard cock into me. I want him so badly; and I writhe and moan beneath him thrusting my hips upward in an effort to hurry him inside. As I feel him begin to push deep inside, I wrap my legs around him and begin moving to meet him as he starts, thrusting hard and deep.

He takes it slowly at first, savoring the moment, then faster as the passion builds. As we move together, I begin to moan louder and uncontrollably, the sensations overtaking my body as the sweat begins to run from our flushed flesh.

As he mercilessly pounds me, I can hear from his breathing that he is close to coming and tighten my legs around him to pull him into me as deep as possible while squeezing my muscles down on his cock, letting know that I am ready for him to fill me with his love. With a final deep thrust, his cock explodes deep inside me, pumping stream after stream of his hot seed into me.

As I feel his cock jump and throb inside me, I go over the edge, myself. My back arches as an orgasmic bolt of lightning crashes through my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me as his body wilts breathlessly on top of mine. We collapse together, kissing passionately and holding each other tight as we recover, the fire trying in vain to match the warm glow of the passion we have just shared.

When the tremors subside and we can move again, Jamie he moves to lie down close beside me so we can snuggle close while we catch our breath. He pulls the blanket over us and we drift off to sleep, both of us completely exhausted and satisfied.

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How could I not look? She was 18, just recently blossomed into a striking young woman, long, lithe legs, proud, perky breasts, full red lips, sparkling eyes, a complexion to rival rose blossoms, an ass that would make a cadaver cum.

She lived directly across the street from me, with her mom. She graduated that June, and that summer she began working somewhere downtown, just a few hours a day, so she’d return after lunch, leaving her home alone in the afternoons. I work at home, have a second story window that overlooks the street and tried like hell not to perv too much on her, though a glimpse of those gracefully curved legs in tight jeans striding down the sidewalk was enough to send me desperately clicking through porn sites searching for “innocent” and “adorable.”

Okay, just another older masturbatory male obsessing over inaccessible young blood, what else is new, right? We keep the porn business in business.

Indeed, I spent too many hours stroking my way through countless vids of cute young things pounding their rose petal pussies with fingers, dildos, ohmibods, and whatever else they could slide inside themselves. Internet porn is one of the joys and wonders of modern life. A reason to get up in the mornings, quite literally.

So, when late one morning in early July, I clicked up a vid of a very cute and stunningly built young thing convulsing her way through multiple orgasms stimulated by a deeply embedded ohmibod, I gave my perv self full rein. Oh my word, she was wet. And her breasts were the kind of perfection sculptors dream about, so full and firm and pale they seemed sculpted of alabaster. The vid was a webcam piece that focused on the young lady’s gorgeous body showing just a glimpse of her face every once in awhile. But, when her face came into view there was no mistaking it. It was Sophia.

Oh my, oh my, oh my fucking god, recognizing my neighbor on the porn screen sent jolts of electricity through my body, especially to my suddenly stone stiff erection. Sophia. That’s what she did in the afternoons! Legs spread lewdly, breasts defying gravity, gaping pussy, wet fingers roaming over her clit while a glass dildo joins the ohmibod inside her gushing cunt and her entire body is wracked by orgasmic tremors. I came so powerfully it felt like I could shoot pure bullets of semen across the street to splat and splash over my young neighbor’s sweaty and convulsive flesh.

I pretty much stayed hard that entire week. And oh my goodness, when I caught sight of her leaving the house in the mornings, or returning in the afternoons…it put the world in a brand new, extremely perverted light. The way her breasts sloped away from her shoulders, the rise of her neck to her throat, the curve of her thighs up to her ass, the cleft of her crotch inside those tight jeans.

That Saturday she joined her mother doing yard work, wearing only short shorts and a tank top and I felt like my cock would grow long enough to fuck her from my house.

I searched every fucking porn site I could find for more vids and finally found her at a cam girl site. There were seven vids. Each was so hot, so sexually explicit, so wild, such amazing and unfettered lust on display, that the images therein lodged themselves inside my brain and played all day and through the long, hot nights. I couldn’t look at their house without my mouth watering and my balls tingling.

This was bad. If the definition of addiction is that your bad habit interferes with your life, then I was hopelessly lost in my obsession. I couldn’t come enough. My dick ruled my kemalpaşa escort life. How would I ever regain any semblance of dignity, of control, of balance in my life? How could I ever be cool again, as hot and bothered as I was all the time?

I had to do something. So I began writing porn stories about a young exhibitionist woman who tortures her older voyeuristic neighbor. Of course, the woman was modeled after Sophia in just about every way I could imagine her to be. In fact, I named her Sophie. I guess I was trying to fuck her in my fantasies, to fuck her out of my system. I wrote a series of stories – how she left her window open at night for me to see into as she fondled herself to multiple orgasms. Or, she lay out in the backyard in topless bikinis. Or wore revealing and skimpy clothes bending over the flower bed, absent mindedly twerking her ass in my direction. How she sat out front mouthing and tonguing a large popsicle which dripped down the front of her shirt, or stopped one day to bend over and smell the flowers, or how she wiggled her cunt up against her bike seat. Of course, in the stories, it all leads to wild uninhibited sex. Yer basic porn story, right? The internet is littered with’em.

The third week of August, a Wednesday, as hot as it’s been all summer, I passed by my upstairs window and I noticed Sophia sitting in a chair in her garage. She was just sitting there in the back, reading from her iPad. Lose gym shorts and a tank top, dark glasses and red, red lipstick with a large sunhat one, she had her legs spread wide open. I’m staring, trying not to be completely lame, trying not to pull my dick out, trying to maintain some focus on work. But then she does something that takes my breath away. Sophia goes over to the garage fridge, takes out a large, dildo shaped popsicle and begins mouthing it. She’s not just eating it. She’s giving it fellatio, rocking her head back and forth on it. Then, oh my god, she starts rubbing the tip of it on her cleavage.

It was at that moment that I realize with a heart stopping start that where she is sitting in her garage? Can only be seen from my window.

Is it possible? Am I completely lost in my obsession? Am I imagining this? But when Sophia opens her legs and places the length of the popsicle against her shorts crotch then closes her legs around it and sort of shudders, my heart drops down into my cock. She splays her legs open again and I can see the wet stain on her shorts. Pulling the elastic of her waistband out, she seems to be looking down inside. Then, oh my sweetness, she puts the popsicle inside her shorts and sort of rubs it up and down.

I’m gone. I’m multi orgasmic. I’m naked and thrusting my cock into the air, fucking the planet itself. When she finally stands up and walks away, I am a new man, everything has changed, the colors of the day are brighter, the quality of the light is more intense, the world is suddenly a new and far more exciting place to live.

That night I logged onto her cam girl site and the planet started to spin so fast I was dizzy. Sophia featured a vid of her masturbating with a large popsicle. She slid the full length of it inside her wet red pussy then stuck it as far down her throat as it would go. She dripped sticky sweet juice over her breasts and tweaked her nipples. When she came, so soft and gently, on her fingers while staring at the camera, and then slowly licked them clean, I forgot to breathe for several minutes.

I gasped, then stood up to clean the cum off my own fingers. Passing a window, kemer escort I looked across the street at her house. I don’t know which room it was upstairs there, but a thin sheer was pulled across the window and, backlit by a dim lamp, I could see Sophia, nude, her curvaceous and perfect body, doing a slow, sensual, and really quite beautiful dance.

This continued for the next two days. Each day she sat in her garage and each day her ministrations became more sexual, to where, on Friday, she was sliding a cucumber into her cunt as I gaped and gawped in helpless voyeuristic lust. That night she featured vegetables in her web cam vid and she danced at the window again.

The weekend came, her mother was home, and nothing happened. But that Monday I pulled all my curtains closed and concentrated on the work that I was falling behind on.

I got a lot done until about three o’clock when there was a knock on my door. When I opened it nobody was there. Looking down I saw a basket. I picked it up and carried it inside. Underneath a small towel I found a cucumber. And a note.

“Tonight. 10:00. My side door.”

I ate the cucumber on a sandwich, and rather than try to maintain any kind of focus for the rest of the day I took myself to the beach and spent the late afternoon body surfing, then had dinner at a beachside burger joint.

Her side door was accessible down a back alley, so I wouldn’t be seen going down there. The door was open. I slid in silently, finding myself in the back of her darkened garage. I was extremely uncomfortable because there was obviously a small gathering of some sort in the backyard. Her mother had some lady friends over and they were laughing it up on the patio.

I saw her, Sophia, suddenly, and I lost the ability to breath for a moment. She was standing in the shadows, leaning back against a wall, just watching me. She wore the same pink shorts she’d worn in her videos and a tank top. The vision of her body standing so quiet and so near threatened to take my legs out from under me. Without saying a word she turned and walked into a door in the back of the garage. I followed.

It was dark in there but I discovered it to be a storage area, a room that gave access to the slope of the hill beneath their house. In one corner, against a wall I saw Sophia sitting on a mattress that had been lain down. It was sort of a nest, a kid’s hideaway kind of place, a fort under the house she’d probably had for some years.

On the wall next to her were several small vents covered with mesh screen that looked out into the backyard. The voices of her mother and friends seemed to come from just a few yards away. As I came closer, Sophia put a finger up to her lips. As I sat down next to her she leaned in close to me and whispered.

“Shhh. This is what I want: total secrecy,” she said, her voice tickling my ear, “never, ever say anything, never. I read your stories. I think you might be as horny as I am. Might. I, I just want to…fuck.” And she put a hand on my cock, which immediately sprung up as though it was on a steel spring.

She slumped down on the mattress, pulled down my shorts and put her mouth around my full erection.

And so we fucked, there in the secret hideaway, just yards from the ladies getting drunk in the backyard, in the heat of the night, silently and slowly, she wet and willing and writhing all over that mattress, me endlessly hard and sweating and thrusting into her from every direction we could think of. We ended with her prone, face in a pillow, keşan escort ass up while I was a pile driver slamming my steel rod cock into her sodden, well fucked cunt until I finally emptied the molten, churning contents of my balls into her gaping vagina.

It was a hot summer.

One particular afternoon stands out.

I’d been good all day, got a lot of work done when I got a text inviting me over to look at something in her garage, or some such pretext. When I got there Sophia asked me to hold the ladder while she pulled something down from a high shelf. In shorts and t shirt, she sashayed up the ladder and managed to wave her ass in my face. The smell wafting from her crotch was about as close to heaven as I will ever get. She told me later she’d been masturbating since she got home from work.

It was a sleeping bag she dragged down, which I carried upstairs to her bedroom. She had her video camera set up and was preparing to engage in some hot cam girl shooting. She had her glass dildo, the ohmibod and some lotions at the ready, some towels and a couple of large pillows on her bed.

She spread the sleeping bag over the bed, then, to my surprise, she took out a large kitchen knife and cut a slit in the center of it. Sophia very carefully described what she had in mind.

Following her directions, I laid down on the bed under the bag and let my cock poke up through the slit. She sat down between my outstretched legs. I couldn’t see anything but I sure could feel her mouth sucking my balls, fellating my cock. Next I felt warm gooey liquid being poured over my dick. A moment later Sophia was sitting on my erection, squeezing it inside her anus. When finally she bottomed out my cock was balls deep inside her ass.

There was a pause as she did something beyond my sight, but within a few moments I began to feel a vibration inside her.

She was conducting a cam girl session, having inserted the ohmibod and was dildoing her pussy for the camera, all while wiggling her ass up and down and around on my cock.

The sensation was out of this world, as intense as anything I’ve ever felt. I couldn’t see much of anything under the sleeping bag. The only part of me that was receiving any stimulus was my penis and it was being clutched by Sophia’s anus, while at the same time, I could feel the gentle shimmy and quiver of the vibrator inside her, and then occasionally my balls were being drenched with her cum juice. I had been, of course, instructed to be quiet and not move much, and it took some will power to comply.

After twenty minutes or so into her session, or whatever, as she was finishing up and driving herself to a grand orgasmic finale, she leaned back, pulled her legs up around her shoulders and revealed for the camera my cock buried inside her anus. I guess I obliged her audience too by coming at that moment. She pulled me out and zoomed in on the gape of her butthole oozing gobs of creamy semen down the crack of her ass.

We watched the results on the laptop screen with my cock moving in and out of her very spongy, soggy cunt and we ended up with her riding me to another orgasm, grinding her clit into me and licking my face at the same time.

No, I have to admit. Sophia was way more horny than me, Mr. Porn Dog, something I never thought possible.

The last night I saw her was the Friday before she left for college. She walked across the street, as cool as can be, no attempt at hiding or secrecy, knocked on my door and we had dinner together. We laughed and talked like old friends, then she fucked me silly on my couch, nothing kinky, just plain old making love. It was a date. And somehow, the normalness of it, the openness and affection of that night, helped me find closure, helped me get through the next few months.

And of course, I could always click up her latest cam girl vids.

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