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“I’m going to touch you.” He said to me.

I could feel my whole body reacting to those 5 little words. His voice sounded pleasant in my ear. A little more than a whisper, but still deep and husky. I don’t think that he meant to be overheard by the other people standing nearby. His voice was the only thing that seemed to touch me. He had kept his hands to himself. Although his hands didn’t reach out for me, his body radiated a heat that I could feel. His cologne was filling my nostrils. I was sure that he wore it to make himself more desirable to the women he would meet tonight, but not overpowering. Unlike his statement.

It was a statement. Not a question or request to touch me. Just an acknowledgment from him, about what would, without a doubt, happen that night. How far would he go in touching me? In what way would he do this deed he proclaimed. Who would know that he was doing it? Where would my body be making contact with his? When would he begin? All questions started flooding my mind, but unasked. Because I knew that he wasn’t going to give me any answers to them. He was walking away, to the other side of the room.

I waited for him to make eye contact. To confirm what I had heard. My breathe had quickened in that brief moment of his passing. Realizing that I had been holding it. I let it out, long and slowly. He continued to move away. Stopping to say hello to someone who had come into the room. I waited for him to turn around. To look at me. But then I realized that looking isn’t what he was going to do. Touching is what he said, not looking.

I released the tight grip I was holding on my glass. Raising it to my lips, I began to drink from the cool liquid inside. The champagne bubbles were floating to the surface and tickling the roof of my mouth. My husband caught my eye and gave a little nod. “Doing ok?” He mouthed to me. I simply nodded. Was this planned between the men? I couldn’t tell. Judging by the way he followed my gaze and back, doubtful. But then it wouldn’t have surprised me if he had. My husband was like that sometimes, setting up esenler escort little scenarios. I wasn’t sure which of them enjoyed the control more. Funny, as much as the two of them didn’t like each other; they sure were alike in that regard.

I slid off of the stool I had been sitting on. Thankful for its support for the last few moments. Had it not been under my butt, I’m sure that I would have crumbled. My legs feeling weak from his passing by. I would have fallen to the ground beneath me. But now, it was a few moments later. My glass was nearly gone. I felt steadier, and sure of myself, so I got down and crossed over to the table of food.

Something to eat was what I need now. Perhaps a few bites of fruit and cheese would help to squelch the butterflies that were bouncing off of the walls of my stomach. Besides I was feeling a bit lightheaded all of the sudden. It must be this wine I looked down at the glass. Draining it, I placed it aside and grabbed a plate.

It would be my last glass of the night. My only in fact. I didn’t like to drink at these things. It made my head foggy. It was harder to stay focused. I always want to retain my senses and more importantly my control, in groups like this. But I had just lost that. His declaration of intention had drained all but my ability to stay up right. I aimed to get it back.

The strawberry felt plump under my forefinger and thumb. I squeezed it slightly. It’s flesh firm and yet yielding. I lifted it to my mouth and bit into it. The juice floating down over my lip and chin. I leaned forward to catch it with my napkin, not wanting to stain my blouse. The sweet fruit playing on my tongue and the slurping sound in my ear made my wonder if he meant to touch me with his mouth or hand.

The thoughts of how he might perform his deed, once again began to float in my mind’s eye. The idea of this, ‘touching’, was taking root there and not letting go very easily. I gave into my brain and closed my eyes for just a minute, imagining. Soft, tender, and questioning atakent escort would be his fingers. Quick and seemingly noticeable, is how I dreamed it would be like. They would barely notice the feel of the fabric of my skirt, as they glided along the roundness the cheek of my ass. I heard a small moan.

I shook my head, as my eyes flew open. Who was having sex already, I wondered? Quickly I remembered it was my own body, giving voice to what my brain was conjuring. I swallowed the rest of the berry and hurriedly picked out a few more pieces, piling them on my plate. My heart was racing again and I drew in a few long breaths to slow it’s pace.

I found my seat occupied now by a very leggy redhead. Looking around I chose another seat, instead. I didn’t feel the need to engage in small talk over who’s seat it had been. I choose to forego the banter of strangers. Deciding to keep to the conversation in my own mind for now. The current discussion being a debate. What was the best course of action between allowing this man to perform his desire, or not. This was not something I had sought out to play with before. Nor was it first time it had happened either. Before it was the shock of allowing, taking over from disallowing. Now it was a toss between that allowing and the wanting, on the table.

Nibbling on the cube of cheese I studied him a bit more. He wasn’t the tallest man in the room, nor the shortest. His features were softer than someone who enjoyed the rigors of the outdoors. Preferring more leisurely pursuits found in the comforts of inside. I liked how his hair brushed the back of his collar, the bits of grey blending into blonde. It was subtle mixture, unlike him. I continued to look him over, like a prey. Or was he the predator? After all, I wasn’t the one making a declaration of intention.

I let my mind replay our lengthy dialogue in my head. I wanted it, I decided. When the time came I would allow this man, this predator, this prey, to lay a part of his body in direct contact with my own. beykent escort The dam in my mind gave way to the images it had been piling up. I found myself tightening my ass, at the idea of the feathery caresses of my butt cheeks. The way his finger would slide along; following the seam down the back of my skirt. Tracing the seam of my body, knowing that he would know what, would be underneath it.

I watched his back as he walked around the room. His hand at the small of a woman’s back, or firmly shaking her husband’s. Oh the idea of that hand covering one, or both, of the mounds of flesh at my chest. His hand warming my skin through the silk of my blouse. Or deftly flicking open the buttons, allowing him direct contact with the honeyed tan tissue. My nipples felt like rocks in my blouse. I didn’t need to look down to know that they were visible to everyone’s eyes, who cared to look.

Would people be looking when this happened? Would he allow me some sense of privacy or make a show of my body’s reaction to his touch? Would he demonstrate to others of his skill? My thighs tightened together. Already, they were trying to block entrance to what I’m sure would be his probing fingers. Much the way my mind was trying to block the images floating in and out of my mind. I could feel both the images slip out, along with the juices my body was making.

Once again I found myself sighing deeply. He was continuing his round of the room. Such a good host to the guests. He seemed to be able to read the people that he came in contact with. Knowing when to touch, and were. For some it was higher up on an arm; or lower on a backside. Others maintained their distance to his touch, offering only a hand or none at all. Would he be just as good at hosting my body’s needs? Would he judge the right amount of touch? Would he know just how to touch me? To make my body shudder in need. Or to explode with passion?

I was anxious to find out. I stood up. Without meaning to, I mentally called out to him. He must have heard my silent plea, because he turned his head to look at my direction just then. His eyes never flinching as they looked over my form. Studying it. I straightened my back, preparing for battle. He spoke slightly to the person to his left, but never pulled his gaze from mine. A worthy opponent. Eventually his face softened into a knowing smile.

I smiled back and crossed the room.

~fin~

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This is a story about two people, Jeff and Megan, and how their Valentine’s Day went from bad to the best ever. They had been having some relationship problems the past couple of months, and on the day before V-Day it boiled over to where they decided to take their relationship down a notch and not be so serious. This involved only seeing each other maybe once a week, and being free to see other people.

Megan is a beautiful 35 year old brunette with the hottest little body. She is a single mother of two wonderful boys. To describe her in a little more detail she is 5’4″, weighs 135 pounds, deep brown eyes, has perfect 36 C cup breasts with just a hint of sag which make them so sexy and natural, a flat stomach with just the right amount of hips, and to top it all off a great sexy ass that just keeps your eyes glued to it as it sways when she walks. Jeff is 26 years old and very handsome. He is a tall man standing 6’5″ and weighing 225 pounds with light brown hair, blue eyes, a medium build, and great muscular legs and arms. He has never been married and has no children, but loves Megan and her boys very much. The couple had been dating for just over 8 months. They were in love with each other and had numerous beautiful moments both together and with their families.

On Valentines Day they both went to work, but didn’t talk to each other via email as they usually do for several hours. Megan broke the ice with an email saying “Happy Valentines Day.” Jeff didn’t know what to say exactly and just responded with a “ditto”, a favorite word of Megan’s. They agreed later in the day to still have dinner with her boys as previously planned.

Upon Jeff’s arrival to Megan’s house he discovered she wasn’t home yet which surprised Jeff as she is always home by 4:30. She arrived home shortly after around 5 with her oldest son. They had been shopping for his girlfriends V-Day card and gift. They both exchanged a long hug and short kiss. Jeff thinking that things might be ok. Jeff and Megan went upstairs for her to change. She told Jeff to close his eyes while she changed. Jeff was shocked since he had seen her nude numerous times. Megan saw that Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautiful body and snickered saying it was ok for him to admire her. Jeff noticed she changed her panties, which was odd unless she had been wet all day and soaked them. This got Jeff’s engine going, as the two’s sex life had dropped off considerably the past couple months.

The two then sat and talked briefly before Jeff gave Megan her V-Day presents. Megan had insisted Jeff return them as they were quite expensive. Jeff insisted she keep them and open them. After some bickering she agreed. The facial expression on Megan’s face as she opened first one then two was priceless to Jeff. He could tell she loved them both. And she showed her appreciation with a long tight passionate şirinevler escort hug and a tender long kiss. Jeff could feel his heart uniting with hers again. Both knowing this was making their decision to break apart even harder. And I almost forgot about the dozen red roses Jeff sent to Megan earlier that day at work. She couldn’t believe how beautiful and perfect they were. She said they were the most beautiful flowers she had ever received.

Dinner went very good with conversation going on as it always had. Both ate till they were so full there was no room for dessert. Or at least the kind of dessert you buy Jeff was thinking. Upon their return home Jeff and Megan talked some more till their passion for each other erupted. With both boys asleep in bed, and the two in hers, their passionate night could began. Megan was trying to be good but with her down to her panties and top, and Jeff’s kisses and hands moving in all the right spots it was becoming increasingly difficult. Megan kept telling Jeff to behave, but knowing deep inside she wanted the same release he did.

Jeff’s hand started caressing her stomach and tracing his finger around her belly button. His kisses gliding across her neck and his tongue flicking her earlobe. As his hands roamed lower he encountered Megan’s last will to be good with her legs closed together. Not as tight as she would have wanted them, but enough to make it interesting for the both of them. As Jeff’s finger traced the outline of her sex through her panties her juices started to flow freely again. Megan new she couldn’t resist any longer. As his fingers slipped beneath her panty line and onto the top of her lips Megan let out a long low moan. The two were now kissing passionately as Jeff’s fingers delved into her beautiful and soaking wet mound. The memories of all the times he first felt her wet pussy lips squeezing his finger, it was like his first time all over again. He could tell she hadn’t masturbated in some time as her muscles were so tight. As he started pushing his finger into her, her muscle ring started to give way and then quickly sucked his finger into her sex starved pussy. Her moans were becoming increasingly faster. Ahhhh that’s it Jeff, you shouldn’t be doing ahhhh this right now. What if the boys mmmmmm wake up? Jeff quickly places his lips over hers to silence her last pleas. As her legs began to open up Jeff used the extra space to use more of his hand to put some pressure on her now throbbing clit. Unfortunately for the both of them her dogs had come into the room and were playing too rough and barking loudly. This instantly killed the mood! Jeff got up to run them out and why he did Megan wiped herself dry. Hoping this would end the session as much as she didn’t want to, but to wait till they could both be naked and feel each other’s bodies pressed topkapı escort against each other.

When Jeff returned he was disappointed, but quickly found out with a little probing into her panties again the dam walls quickly burst open again. Jeff took the opportunity to trace his tongue down her navel and into her wet pussy lips. He had her panties pulled down a little, but wasn’t allowed complete access. It was enough to get his talented tongue and lap up as much sweet pussy juice as he could. Jeff was moaning now, ahhhhhh mmmmmm, but nothing was heard as his moans were muffled by her oozing pussy. He drank down as much nectar as he could with her hands pulling his head deeper into her mound. As he broke the passionate “Australian” French kiss they looked into each others eyes and knew they had to finish this. They both got presentable enough and made their way downstairs to the den. Jeff with his belongings to leave and Megan holding her panties over her dripping sex.

As soon as they were settled Jeff used little force to lay her down on the ataman. He started by slowly kissing his way up her silky smooth legs to his awaiting treasure. Jeff teased her with making small kisses over the fabric of her soaked panties. Finally removing them, he saw what he so desired. Her fully engorged pussy lips spread apart. He could see the glistening juices from the faint street light outside. He thought about how much he loved her juices and didn’t want to waste anymore. They were the best he had ever tasted. With her encouraging him he made his way with his tongue into her pussy. He was met with an audible moan, ahhhhhhh, as his lips locked onto hers. He traced his tongue up and down her slit sucking her juices in and applying more lube of his own to make it super wet and easily penetrable. Next taking each inner lip into his mouth, sucking hard on them and making Megan moan even louder. Jeff wanted to take his time but knew the boys were upstairs and could come down at anytime. He quickly began flicking her clit and sucking it into his mouth. Megan started grabbing his head and forcing his tongue deeper into her. Jeff then inserted a finger into her hot dripping hole and began finger fucking her to orgasm. Simultaneously sucking on her clit she was quickly approaching the BIG “O” . Megan was trying to be quiet and Jeff too with his sucking. As she started to peak neither cared and concentrated on bring her off. As her legs clamped down on his head and her hips bucking uncontrollably he knew she was there. He could feel his finger being clamped down on and sucking into her. If it hadn’t been attached it would have been gone.

AHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSS!!!

Megan had made it and was lost in orgasmic bliss. Her clit becoming extra sensitive as Jeff continued lapping up her abundant pussy juice. Not wanting çapa escort any to escape his mouth. It was to much though and ran down her thighs soaking the ataman.

Jeff sat back and watched as Megan’s body was trembling and her legs shaking as the orgasm subsided from her body. He then realized he too was worked up into a frenzy and his thick throbbing member ached to be released. He had put his feelings on the side as he concentrated on bringing his lover off. With this accomplished he reached down to free his hard 7″ cock. He had created enough precum to easily lube any dry hole. But that not being a problem with Megan pumping out a copious amount of lubrication. Their eyes met briefly as they both new their animal instincts had taken over as Jeff plunged his cock into her waiting pussy balls deep in one thrust.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS……

Jeff and Megan moaned in unison. Feeling their bodies pressed as close as possible. Jeff knowing he wouldn’t last long quickly reached underneath her body grabbing her sweet sexy ass cheeks with both hands. Roughly squeezing them the way she liked and pile driving his tool deep into her body over and over. Feeling her muscles grip his cock so tightly. Both lovers locked in a passionate embrace tongues dancing between them. Jeff pulled back to look at his beauty, her breasts heaving in and out with each breath. Jeff could have died right then and been the happiest man on earth.

The slapping sounds of their bodies meeting in orgasmic bliss filled the room as both rapidly approached a final and powerful orgasm. Jeff was the first to blow, feeling the cum boil up out of his balls and deep into Megan’s hot pussy. This set her off too and her pussy muscles went into overdrive milking Jeff’s balls dry of all he had as her orgasm overtook her body. Her legs wrapping around him tightly not letting him escape her wrath. Thank goodness for their passionate kissing or the boys would have woken for sure. The kiss soaking up all the cries and moans of pure ecstasy. Jeff collapsed on top of her still holding her sexy ass in his hands. His chest pressed against her breasts feeling her hard nipples piercing into him. Both could have fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for the footsteps heard above.

They quickly dressed in what they could. Megan calling up saying she would be there in a minute. As they looked into each others eyes knowing that everything would work its way out one way or the other for the best. Both knowing if they ended up back together or just as friends, they would be fine as long as they still had each other in the end. Jeff asked her how her Valentines Day was and she responded with the best undeserved day ever. Jeff then responded with a “Ditto.” Both chuckling as they looked forward to Friday night and getting to be alone for an entire night of uninterrupted love making. Jeff left knowing he would sleep like a baby tonight, and Megan climbing the stairs feeling Jeff running down her legs knowing the same.

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This is my first story. Any feedback or suggestions are appreciated.

More stories to come.

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I’m a single father with an eighteen year old daughter. She still lives at home and we get on very well. She’s still at school, which probably explains the living at home bit. Let dad foot the bills for as long as possible. I’ll say this, she’s not lazy. She took over all the cooking duties several years back. I suspect that this was more in self-defence rather than wanting to cook for me.

She occasionally has friends stay over which is fine by me as long as she obeys the rules. One rule, really. No boys are staying overnight. As far as I’m concerned my daughter is a virgin and will remain that way until I have grandchildren.

She had a friend of hers stay over recently, a nice young lady by the name of Tiffany. Tiffany is about a year older than my daughter but doing the same course as her at Uni. Parental pride aside I’d have to say that Cathy is by far the smarter of the two. Parental pride notwithstanding, I have to admit that Tiffany has the edge in looks. While Cathy is a very pretty young woman Tiffany is a head turner. Men walk into lampposts turning to look at her. She is fiendishly attractive both coming and going. She’s also a bit of a cynic where men are concerned.

It was the middle of the afternoon when I happen to overhear part of a conversation they were having. Mainly I overheard Tiffany speaking as she had a distinctive and carrying voice. Cathy tends to talk in much quieter tones.

“They’re all the same, Cathy,” Tiffany was saying. “You’re just too naive. Give any man an inch and he’ll take a mile. No. I should say give any man an inch and he’ll try to give you six and tell you it’s eight.”

There was some mutual giggling and then I heard Cathy say something, too softly for me to catch the words.

“Even your dad,” retorted Tiffany. (How nice. My child was defending me.) “He’s on good behaviour right now because you’re around. If I was alone with him he’d probably be clutching my bottom in his hot little hands.”

“You’re wrong,” snapped Cathy, loud enough for me to hear. “He’d never make a pass at one of my friends.”

“Of course he would,” derided Tiffany. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll put temptation in his way and I bet he grabs my bum.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. Tiffany had a bum well worth grabbing. I decided that I’d better move along. I didn’t really want them barging out of the room and seeing me there.

Later that day I was in the kitchen and Tiffany came in. She was wearing yoga pants and she filled them out very nicely indeed. There is something about skin-tight pants on a girl that just by-passes all logic and goes straight to a man’s hormones. She was also wearing a cropped top, one that finished at about navel level, leaving a few inches of smooth skin on a tight tummy on display.

Now I knew that Tiffany intended me to grab her bottom and I certainly had no objection. Still, I could have controlled myself easily enough, but she had a surprise in store. She wasn’t intending to leave things to chance.

She came walking towards me in what was just about a model’s walk. Legs crossing as she came, placing each foot in front of the other, hips swinging happily. At the same time she had her shoulders back which just naturally threw her chest into prominence, and quite prominent it was.

All fine and good and resistible but she tripped as she came nearer. A shaft of sunlight had come through the window and was lying on the floor. That was probably what she tripped on. Whatever, she seemed to lunge forward and that lovely chest was plastered against mine and my hands automatically went around her to catch her and stop her falling.

Now I was still in control of most of my senses and when my arms went around her they went around her waist. All fair and good, no? No. I lost control of my sense of humour. My hands just slid down and closed over her bottom. So she won, right? Wrong.

When I say bottom I mean bottom. My hands slipped under her yoga pants, sliding over her bare skin until I had a nice bare cheek in each hand. If she was wearing panties either my hand went under them as well or she was wearing a thong that left her cheeks bare. I just naturally squeezed her cheeks a little, smiling when she gave a shocked gasp.

“What are you doing?” she half shrieked.

“Ah, grabbing your bottom,” I pointed out, hands still holding her cheeks, her body plastered against mine. I was having another natural reaction to having a nubile young body oppressed against me. From the colour and look on her face she knew it.

“You can’t do that,” she protested.

“I’m sorry, but wasn’t I meant to?” I asked. “I mean, that was the purpose of this exercise, wasn’t it?”

I’d leaned back a little to give me a better view of her face. Since I was still fondling her bottom this meant that my groin was pressing rather hard against hers, much to her evident embarrassment.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your fancy walk and the little trip. Designed to have me grab your bottom and show we’re all the same. I overheard bahçelievler escort you talking to Cathy earlier. Sorry, but I couldn’t resist. Move my hands, mmm?”

“Yes, please,” she said, and it sounded as though it choked her.

I suspect that she was even less happy when my hands moved upwards and out of her pants. That’s because they moved up under her top, lifting it. I’d thought her breasts were moving a little too freely under that top. No bra, apart from the hand bra I supplied.

Tiffany froze for a moment and then hastily backed away, face burning.

“I guess you can tell Cathy that you won your bet,” I told her. “Tell her to speak to me and I’ll give her all the details.”

I promptly received a furious look and Tiffany departed in high dudgeon. I wondered what she’d say to Cathy. Somehow I doubted it would be the truth. From the smug look on Cathy’s face when I saw her later I suspected that Tiffany had told her I hadn’t done anything.

I didn’t really have any interaction with Tiffany for the rest of the day. Not really surprising. At the best of times I wouldn’t have expected to talk much to her and right now she was actively avoiding me. I retired for the night feeling I’d scored a plus for men.

I woke up in the wee small hours and lay there, wondering what had woken me. A noise of some sort I guessed. Glancing at the clock I saw it was one in the morning. I was tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep but there was that little niggle saying someone’s in the house. With a sigh I got up to investigate.

There was a small glow coming from the kitchen. I assumed that either of the girls would have turned on the light so went quietly to investigate. The fridge was open, which accounted for the low light, and there was a figure standing over by the sink. I flicked on the light.

Tiffany gave a small scream, holding her hand against her chest. In her other hand was a glass which she was about to put on the sink. She was wearing pyjamas of a very silky material. The hand pressed against her chest caused that material to outline her breasts with loving detail. While the pyjama pants showed some of the curve of her leg they were too baggy to really show her off. Those yoga pants had done a much better job.

“I-I was hot,” she stuttered. “I just got a drink.” She held up the empty glass to show me.

“Yes, I guessed that. If you’d turned on the light I wouldn’t even have bothered to come down to check what was going on.”

“Yes, um, I couldn’t find the switch,” she muttered.

“Not a problem. I suppose I’d better go back to bed and let you do the same.”

I was about to turn and go when my evil sense of humour struck again.

“Are you a virgin, Tiffany?” I asked, genuine interest in my voice.

“What? What sort of question is that? What’s it got to do with you, anyway?”

“It’s information that will give me an indication of how you’ll react when I ask you to take off your pyjamas,” I explained. “If you’re a virgin you’ll be wondering why I want you to take them off. If you’re not, you’ll know.”

“You expect me to take off my pyjamas?” She sounded quite scandalised.
“Why?”

“Ah, so you’re saying you are a virgin. Let me explain it to you.”

“No,” she said quickly. “I know why. What on earth makes you think I would?”

“Ah, you do know why. I assume that means you’re not a virgin. As to why you would I thought you might be curious?”

“Will you stop trying to guess if I’m a virgin or not. It’s none of your business. Why in the world would I be curious?”

“If I’m going to fuck you it is most definitely my business. It’s always nice to know that before it’s too late. Why would you be curious? Well I couldn’t help but notice when you pulled your little prank earlier that you took the chance to rub yourself very hard against me. I thought you’d like to see what you were feeling before really feeling it.”

“I did nothing of the sort,” she protested, face red.

I just smiled. We both knew she had.

“We’re getting off the track here,” I pointed out. “I was asking you to take off your pyjamas and you haven’t done so yet. Would you like my help?”

“No,” she said, and left it at that. She stood there looking at me.

“OK. I’ll just stand here and watch. Um, may I suggest the top first?”

“You are not going to make love to me,” Tiffany stated, sounding quite determined.

“Well, not without your agreement,” I assented, “but we can discuss that after the pyjamas are gone.”

Tiffany had two little problems right then. The first problem was that I was standing in the doorway and if she wanted to go to bed she’d have to push past me or ask me to move aside. She wasn’t quite game to. Silly, really. A simple ‘please’ and I’d have had to move aside.

Her other problem was herself or, rather, her vanity. She liked her figure and enjoyed showing it off. She didn’t actually flash anyone but she certainly made sure men saw quite a bit of her. bakırköy escort Now she was being asked to show off her body in a situation where she could tell herself I made her.

If Tiffany had been wearing a pyjama top that she had to pull over her head things might have gone differently. It takes a specific decision to take off a top that you have to drag up and pull over your head. Idly fiddling with a button and have it pop open just happens. After that your hand just automatically drops down to the next button and then that one pops. Tiffany actually looked slightly surprised when the last button went and her top gaped open, showing a lovely pair of breasts.

“Just leave it like that,” I said softly. “That’s fine.”

She seemed a little relieved at that. Yes, I could see her breasts, but she still had her top on and could pull it across in front of her at any time.

“Just push the bottoms down now,” I said, still talking quietly, and watched as she nervously did so. Once the waistband passed her hips the pants just slithered down her legs. She automatically lifted her feet out of them, leaving them on the floor.

Lovely long and shapely legs. I traced them visually from her feet all the way up to the skimpy panties she still had on.

I looked at those panties and then at her face.

“Take them off,” I growled.

I suspect she didn’t really want to but once you’ve started something it’s easier to keep going than to stop. Stopping means making a brand new decision and most people don’t want to. Tiffany let her panties drop, stepping out of them. She also started to lose her nerve, hands clutching the pyjama top, holding it closed.

“Don’t be silly,” I chided her, moving closer. I took her hands and drew them away from her top, letting it hang open. I held her arms away from her body for a moment, admiring her form. Releasing her hands I brushed the top off her shoulders, helping it slide down her arms, getting it to join the pyjama pants on the floor. Taking a step back I resumed my admiring examination.

I could almost see her hands twitching as she resisted the desire to use them to cover herself. I smiled at her and winked.

“You really are quite lovely, you know,” I told her. “Curves in all the right places, you’re a veritable symphony in pink and white.”

Reaching out I lightly touched a nipple. Just the lightest of touches and it immediately started to pucker up and stand out. I didn’t even need to touch the other one. It was already matching its mate.

Bending down I scooped up her pyjamas and panties.

“Come along,” I told her. “Time you were in bed.”

The fridge door was still open so I swung that closed and put my hand on the light-switch. “Come along,” I murmured again as I flicked it off, and Tiffany scurried past me towards Cathy’s room. There was sufficient light coming from my room to show her the way.

“My pyjamas, please,” she said, not looking at me but holding out her hand.

“Why? You won’t need them for a while, and you’re going towards the wrong bed. My room is over there.”

“You don’t seriously think I’m going to get in your bed, do you?”

“Um, truthfully, yes.”

“What will you do if I scream and wake Cathy?”

“Be very amused listening to you explain to her why you’re standing in the hallway talking to her dear old dad while you haven’t got a stitch on.”

It seemed to me that if Tiffany had any intention of waking Cathy she’d have spoken in a louder voice. As it was, she hadn’t even bothered to open the door and she was standing right next to it. She also didn’t seem to be very amused at my comment.

“I am not sleeping with you.”

“Perhaps you will later. I can guarantee that once you’re in my bed there won’t be much sleep.”

I placed my hand on her back and applied a little pressure, urging her in the direction of my room. She hesitated for the merest instant and then kept going. I walked alongside her, hand still on her back. Personally I think I deserved a medal for keeping my hand on her back and not letting it drop down to her delectable little backside.

She stopped next to the bed and I asked her if she wanted the light on or off.

“What?”

“Some people don’t like a light when they make love. Others like to see what they’re getting.”

I let my eyes travel over her, letting her see that I liked what I was seeing.

“Oh, on,” she said in a small and nervous voice. Maybe she hadn’t ever made love with the lights on and it would be a new experience for her.

She was still standing next to the bed, making no effort to climb up onto it. I simply picked her up and tossed her on, laughing as she bounced.

She lay there on her back, wide open to me, watching me. I calmly stripped off my pyjamas. She seemed to wince slightly when she saw my erection, drawing a little further away.

“Don’t worry,” I said soothingly. “Don’t let your imagination run away with you. It’s just your standard six inches.”

“And fındıkzade escort I’m Mary, Queen of the Scots, you liar,” she said in a half gasp.

“Well, Your Majesty,” I said, settling down next to her, “why don’t you play with your new sceptre while I get acquainted with you.”

I’ll say this for Tiffany; once committed she didn’t hesitate. Her hand had a hold of my cock before I could place a hand on the breast nearest me. She was rubbing and stroking as though it was her new favourite toy.

I, on the other hand, took some time, stroking her breasts, treasuring and worshiping them. I quickly found that my moving about didn’t worry her. She automatically adjusted, keeping firm hold of my cock.

The nice thing about women is that they have multiple points of interest. My mouth fastened on her breast and my hand slipped down and closed over her mound. Then I was sucking and rubbing and probing. Nibbling on her breasts and sucking her nipples while she twisted and turned under me, offering both breasts in turn.

She was already aroused. My fingers slipped between her lips and probed her passage, finding it closing around my fingers and squeezing. She was hot and wet and I wasn’t going to be waiting too much longer before I got down to business.

Like it was my decision to make. Silly me. I was about to move her legs further apart and make a serious move towards fucking me and she revolted. Her legs spread farther apart and she bent her knees.

“What are you waiting for?” she demanded. “Why aren’t you already in me? Can’t you see I need it?”

I hastened to obey. I moved between her thighs and was all set to enter her when she interrupted me.

“Wait a minute,” she gasped, hoisting herself up onto her elbows, head high. “I want to watch.”

A couple of fingers spread her lips ready for me and I was promptly reprimanded.

“Your hand is in the way. I can’t see.”

I didn’t swear. I may have thought some nasty words but I didn’t say them. I shifted my hand to the side, dragging her lip to one side. Not ideal but it did give me a starting point and I guided the head of my cock into position and started pushing.

“Oh my god, will you look at the size of that thing? You know you’re going to rupture me? This is terrible.”

I was taking it easy, moving in gradually, allowing her passage time to stretch to accommodate me.

“Why are you moving so slowly? I thought you’d go in fast?”

“I will go fast,” I pointed out. “First I want to prepare you for what is to come.”

I made a mental note to never teach Tiffany to drive. I could just imagine the way she’d criticise the instructor.

“Oh, Lord, are you going to put all of that inside me? It’s rather big, you know.”

“Not that big,” I pointed out again. “Don’t worry. You’ll find that it fits.”

All of it did go in, too. After a few more comments I finally banged in that last inch, my groin pressing firmly against hers.

“Oh,” she gasped, her head dropping back onto the bed. “I can feel it all the way. I didn’t think you could do it.”

Now while Tiffany may not have been a virgin I very much doubt that she’d had a lot of experience. With that in mind I decided to take things easy at the start, building up my performance as I observed how she reacted. I started stroking, moving slowly but firmly. She lay still for a moment but then started pressing up to meet me, looking almost surprised to find herself doing so.

I kept up the slow easy pace for a while. Why not? I could take a whole lot more of that. Tiffany, however, seemed a little confused. She was moving with me and from the look on her face enjoying herself, possibly more than she’d expected if the slight surprise she was showing was any indication.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she finally asked.

“Making love to you,” I pointed out. “Why? Don’t you like it?”

“Yes,” she said quickly. “I, um, I guess I expected you to do it faster.”

“Well, I can if you want me to,” I admitted, “but I’m enjoying this. Rush it and you finish all too soon.”

“That’s all right,” she hastened to tell me. “This is good.”

I strongly suspected that any previous experiences would have been with boys around her own age, all fire and fury and fuck just as hard and as fast as you can. Not the best way to build up a girl’s pleasure.

After a while I did pick up the pace a little. Tiffany responded beautifully, matching my every move. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, totally unconsciously on her part, just her wanting to hold onto me while we moved.

Tiffany was breathing hard and making little sounds of appreciation which was quite flattering to my ego. The way she felt, her passage wrapped around and rubbing against my cock, I felt like making little sounds of appreciation as well. Instead of that I started whispering quiet words to her, telling her how sweet she was, how wonderful she felt, how lovely she was, all the while thrusting happily into her.

I think she was entering a place she’d never been before. She was almost starting to whimper as she pushed up against me, her head moving around restlessly. She was highly aroused and wanting something more that this steady movement, no matter how wonderful it felt. Being first and foremost a gentleman, I tried to answer her unspoken need.

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All four were in good humor, the sexual conversation adding to their enjoyment at having visited something that was foreign to Lynwood, a shopping center, and looking forward to the evening tour. That good humor, however, began to wear thin as 8:00 approached and Judy and Angela still had not arrived. Eight o’clock arrived and, several minutes later, so did the shuttle — but no girls. After ?ve more minutes, the driver was forced to leave, having a schedule to meet and other passengers who had appointments. Then, ?nally, at 8:15, the girls came running up, Angela panting harshly from hurrying, Judy with tears ?ooding freely down her cheeks. “Oh, we’re so sorry! We were in Nordstrom’s and made the wrong turn and ended up at Penny’s! We’ve been all over the place! Did we miss the shuttle?”

They received a frosty reception, the others having carefully arranged to get to the proper entrance on schedule, the good humor of earlier lost through their latest mishap. The immediate problem, of course, was getting back to the hotel. A call to the concierge, who seemed to work very long hours, led, ultimately, to their being picked up by another hotel’s van and dropped off — ten minutes after the night tour left! If Judy and Angela felt chilly before, they were quick-frozen now! Oddly enough, the most forgiving one was Linda, herself. She felt very sorry for the two girls, knowing how awful they felt, but the other three were adamant in demonstrating their displeasure. It’s one of those peculiarities of most people that transgressions by outsiders

frequently are met with fortitude, and apologies are met with (perhaps grudging) acceptance. On the other hand, very close friends and family ?nd that their failures often are met with condemnation, the person hurt feeling freer to express their anger. This certainly was the case here.

They all went up to the suite and sat around the common room, the air full of tension, the two girls still apologizing, but becoming more truculent themselves at the continual abuse. Despite Linda’s endeavors, the atmosphere became more strained, until, ?nally, Kenny landed a bombshell, saying, “Mrs. Kramer, you said that anyone who was late or not at the right place would be spanked. Well, they certainly were late and they ruined the evening, so it’s up to you to punish them!” Beth and Jenny immediately jumped in, demanding that she do what she threatened. Needless to say, Judy and Angela were appalled at the suggestion, and Linda was at a total loss.

“Come on, kids! You know I was joking! I certainly never meant to spank anybody — you’re all too old for that!”

As she made the last statement, she blushed a bright red, thinking that she, herself, had not been too old, as Kenny well knew. Still, she was stuck. The three insisted that the two should be disciplined and, oddly enough, Judy finally said, “Look, we were wrong and we’ve apologized. However, I agree that Mrs. Kramer set the penalty, and if the only thing that will satisfy you is to have us punished, well, I guess I can stand it. I don’t want this to drag on and spoil the rest of our trip.” Very reluctantly, Angela accepted her concession, and it was agreed that both girls would be spanked by Mrs. Kramer, twenty spanks for each girl. Reluctantly, she agreed to administer the spanking, and headed into her bedroom, anticipating that it would take place there in private.

However, the other three were not going to let them off that easily, suspecting that the “punishment” delivered out of their sight would be minimal, at best. “Do it out here,” demanded Beth. “We want to watch!” Whether her interest was merely nothing more than seeing justice done or, actually, prurient, didn’t matter, for the others agreed.

So, shortly afterwards, Angela was selected to go first, but, as she prepared to lay over Linda’s lap, Beth, the self-selected arbiter of spanking decorum, stopped her, saying, “Come on, Angela, not over your jeans! You wouldn’t feel a thing. We want this on your bare bottom!”

As might be imagined, that demand was nearly too much. Angela, shocked, almost screamed, “You’ve got to be kidding! I’m certainly not going to do that, particularly with Kenny here!”

The argument went back and forth until, ?nally, Judy succumbed, declaring, “Damn it, I think that it’s unfair, but let’s get it over with. Come on, Angela, Kenny was here last night, so what difference does it make if he sees us again.” Then, almost yelling, “Let’s just get it over with!” With that concession, Angela’s resolve gave way, and very reluctantly, she unfastened her jeans and lowered them and her panties around her thighs and lay over Linda’s lap.

It’s amazing how the same act can be fun one time and horrifyingly humiliating another. Angela was almost always the ringleader and troublemaker of the four girls and had led the girls in exposing themselves the previous night, enjoying every minute of the evening. Now, showing the same parts of her anatomy to the same people embarrassed» her almost beyond escort şişli belief. Actually, lying there on her stomach, she was, at the moment, showing no more than she had last night, but she was almost in tears as she lay there. With her feet reaching toward the “audience,” only her naked hips and legs could be seen, not her cunt, but she felt more exposed. Somehow, the position seemed shameful and demeaning, being punished like a little girl in front of her friends. However, she looked nothing like a little girl in that position.

There is almost always something sensual in seeing a woman placed, bare bottomed, in position to be spanked, and this case was no different. Angela was short and slightly plump,

characteristics that caused her upturned behind to look round and full. It was like two ?eshy pillows squeezed together, creating a deep channel between them, a channel that segued into a slit between two prominent cunt lips, both covered with a thick mat of curly, dark hair. The entire bottom was a pleasure to look upon: tight, soft, pink skin covering the ?rm ?esh beneath, just begging to be smoothed and caressed and, maybe, fondled.

Linda had anticipated taking the two girls into the other room and, as the others suspected, do a pro forma spanking, noise but no pain. In addition, she, somehow. had assumed that both girls were just that, girls. Looking down now, it was obvious that this was no adolescent bottom, bony and angular, but, instead, a woman’s curvy ass. In addition, the fact that Angela was a woman was made manifest by that mass of dark pubic hair covering her cunt. Lightly resting her hand on one buttock, she felt a tingle in her own cunt caused by both the visual and tactile stimulation. Like all women in that position, anticipating a spanking, Angela’s ass cheeks and thighs were tightly clamped together, both to hide the secret areas between, and to, perhaps, mitigate the blows to come. Under Linda’s hand, the taut muscles felt like ?rm foam rubber, resilient and springy. A bit embarrassed to see her hand resting where it was, she ?nally, at the urging of the others, began the spanking.

The ?rst blow was more of a slap than a whack, more noise than power, but as the spanking continued, both the noise and the impact became greater. Linda had never actually spanked anyone before, certainly never an adult (or almost adult). Yes, she had, technically, spanked her sons, but only when they were very young, and, then, only a quick smack on their bottoms through their clothes. Consequently, this was a totally new experience for her, and she discovered (without really realizing it, certainly not articulating it in her mind) two things about spanking. First, spanking someone, particularly an attractive woman, is exciting in the sense of having power, of domination, over the “spankee.” In this case, she suddenly found that she actually enjoyed the feel of her hand slapping against the firm, resilient ass before her. As her hand rose up and down and Angela responded by yelping or moaning, she felt a strong urge to hit harder to elicit more reaction. Oddly enough, there was no sadism, no desire to actually hurt Angela, just a desire to continue that feeling of mastery. It started slap….”ouch”…. slap…. “ooh”…. slap, but quickly became slap….”Ouch!….slap….”Oow!….slap…..”Oh, that hurts!”…. slap….”Ooooh!”

As Kenny had learned (again, without realizing it), spanking someone is exciting and that desire to continue, to do it harder, is almost irresistible. He stopped spanking Linda only when, the ?rst time, she rolled off of his lap, and, the other two times, when she completely surrendered. It was not a conscious decision, just the ?nal achievement of complete domination and control. This situation was not, of course, quite the same, the spanking taking place in front of witnesses. The awareness of the others dampened that urge to continue, but, still, Linda was carried away in a similar manner, almost hypnotized by the regularity of her slapping. Fortunately, she was aware of the others counting the strokes ….slap ….”Ouch!… “Sixteen!”…. slap “OW”…. “Seventeen”….slap….”Ooh, that’s enough!”….”Eighteen”…. SLAP…. “OUCH!”….”Nineteen”…. SLAP….”OOOOH”….”TWENTY.” As the count mounted toward twenty, the slaps became harder, the cries more anguished — and then it was ?nished. Linda was actually shocked as she forced herself to stop, shocked at the way she had lost herself in the spanking.

There was, of course, that second thing that Linda discovered, unconsciously, about spanking a woman, particularly one with a bottom like Angela’s. That is that not only does spanking give that delectable feeling of power, but it also is virtually an aphrodisiac. Whether it is the feel of the soft, resilient buttocks, the viewing of normally concealed openings, or just that having power is itself sexually exciting, the person doing the spanking virtually always becomes

physically aroused, regardless escort nişantaşı of the cause of the spanking. If the spanker is a man, he almost inevitably will want to have sex with the woman. If the spanker is a woman spanking another woman, she may still want to have sex with her victim or she may just have a general, unfocused sexual desire that she can’t pinpoint. That was the case with Linda. She was sexually aroused by the spanking but didn’t really recognize the cause, not thinking that another woman, spanked or not, could excite her.

For the observers, the spectacle presented to them by Linda and Angela had different impacts. The three instigators of the spanking were enthralled as it continued, getting vicarious pleasure from watching the action. All three were pleased to see a measure of revenge for their lost evening and were excited by the sensuous display as Angela twisted and turned to avoid the blows. She had quickly given up any effort to keep her bottom tensed and her legs together, and the revelation of her extensive pubic hair was titillating. This, of course, was particularly true for Kenny, being privileged to see Angela’s cunt quite clearly several times. Since he was recording the event with his camera, he would have a permanent record for future edi?cation. Linda would not be the only person exposed when he downloaded the pictures to his computer.

While their reaction was about what might be expected, Judy’s was surprising. While she usually went along with Angela’s “?akiness,” she was, by far, the most conservative and morally upright of the four girls, limiting dates to kisses and rarely, a feel of her breasts through her clothes. The previous evening, she was the only one reluctant to “give Kenny a thrill,” giving in only under considerable peer pressure. The ?rst time she reluctantly lifted her skirt, exposing her pubic hair, she was startled to feel a surge of sexual excitement ?ow through her. Later, when Linda was naked and the girls exposed themselves again for a picture, her skirt was raised highest of all! That night, in bed, she had been shocked at her unexpected reaction, and actually had masturbated as she pictured herself baring her cunt for the picture. When spanking was proposed, however, she never even thought of anything except the humiliation involved, not even worrying about the pain. However, she was absolutely stunned when a bare-bottom spanking was decreed, particularly with witnesses. Thus, when Angela lay over Linda’s lap, it was the embarrassment, not the exposure that dominated her thoughts. That changed abruptly as she saw Angela’s naked bottom, her ass, raised into the air, preparing for the spanking. Somehow, that made it much more real, excruciatingly so, since she knew that she was next! The spanking was bad enough in itself, but worse, she was shocked as she saw Angela’s entire crotch exposed several times, morti?ed that her own cunt probably would be on show very soon unless she, somehow, could manage to keep her legs closed.

As Angela’s spanking ended, she struggled to her feet, standing with some difficulty, with her jeans and panties now down around her ankles. She just stood there, naked below the waist, seemingly lost, giving the others time to inspect both her very red bottom and her dark, curly triangle of hair in front. Suddenly becoming aware of her condition, she turned her back and quickly bent down and pulled up her panties and, then, her jeans. Unfortunately, in bending over like that, she graphically displayed both of those hidden openings, details immortalized as Kenny took her picture. Again, Judy was appalled and planned to remember not to bend over afterwards!

That, of course, was her conscious thought, but her actions seemed to contradict that modest intention. Unlike Angela who was wearing tight jeans, she had on a pair of loose slacks. Loosening the button at the waist and pulling down the zipper, she just let them fall, stepping out of them, leaving them in a heap on the ?oor. She stood there, facing the girls and Kenny, wearing only her panties below the waist. Pausing for a moment, she turned her back on them, calmly slipped the panties off of her hips and down, removing them entirely. Then, without

hesitation, she stretched out over Linda’s knees, keeping her buttocks and thighs tightly clamped together.

Judy was taller and thinner than Angela, so her hips were not as plump and rounded. Instead, they were lean and more muscular, but the skin was equally soft and pink and the curves were de?nitely feminine. The different muscle tone was quickly evident to Linda as she brought her hand down in a resounding slap. She still was in that state of enjoying the feeling of domination, and the ?rst blow was considerably harder than Angela’s beginning. Rather than bouncing and quivering, the mounds of Judy’s ass gave reluctantly, hardly indenting at all, the slap leaving a crimson hand print on the silky skin. It certainly was a different sensation for Linda, escort mecidiyeköy no less pleasant, just different. As the hand rose and fell, Judy accepted the blows stoically, making no verbal complaint. Slap…..slap….slap….slap….and she just hung there. Somewhat provoked at this lack of reaction, Linda increased the power of her spanking hand, bringing it down with increased force, ?rst on one ass cheek and then the other. Smack…. smack…..smack…. Finally, Judy’s composure broke and the next smack was followed by a pained “ouch.” More signi?cantly, the tight control she had maintained on her buttocks and thighs gave way as she tried to twist away from the impact.

For Judy, it was a time of crisis. She consciously had been protecting her modesty by squeezing her hips together, but warring against that “proper” behavior was her memory of the pleasure of displaying herself last night. As the spanking became harder, her instinctive moves to evade punishment began to take over, and her thinking stopped. At that point, her subconscious took over and she just reacted, doing what she really wanted to do — relive the pleasures of the previous evening. It was like an out-of-body experience, knowing what she was doing, aware of what she was showing, but having no control over her actions. As Linda continued, the hard smack…was followed, now, by the typical cries and moans….”Ooh, ouch!”….. smack…..”Oooh!” smack….”Ow!” However, while the moaning and wailing continued, the result of Judy’s awareness of pain, her subconscious erotic drive went into action.

By the seventh or eighth smack, her legs began to separate, revealing at ?rst a hint of her cunt, and bit-by-bit, every detail. Her cunt lips were thickly lined with hair like Angela’s, but that hair was light blond, seeming almost transparent, permitting the ?esh to show through. As her legs opened, the cunt lips spread, clearly showing the pink inter-lips, shiny with lubrication. Even the cheeks of her ass separated, revealing the channel between, the pink, puckered anal opening visible. The spreading of her legs was not something she thought of doing — she just did it! She had the weirdest mental condition, almost a form of schizophrenia: one part of her mind concentrated on the physical punishment being in?icted on her bottom, another part was overwhelmed with erotic excitement as she knowingly exhibited her “charms.” Sexual heat surged through her body while another type of heat built up in her ass.

As her display expanded, showing more and more, the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically. With Angela, the air was mostly jocular, counting the blows, speculating on how she was feeling, etc. Now, the room was quiet, the silence punctuated by the smacking noise and Judy’s involuntary responses, but there was no talking. The three other girls had never seen another girl’s cunt (or its neighbor) before, and were fascinated — and shocked — by seeing Judy’s so clearly exposed. Even Angela, so recently the subject of the same spanking and intense scrutiny, couldn’t take her eyes off of this new victim. Kenny, of course, had thoroughly explored Linda’s anatomy, but this was only his second clear view of a cunt. For the girls, each felt an unexpected sexual thrill at seeing such a forbidden sight, and stared intently as the legs continued to spread. For Kenny, his cock was already painfully erect from seeing Angela, but he was completely enthralled by this new erotic spectacle.

For Linda, in the middle of the exciting experience of spanking a second bottom, the sudden revelation of the most secret parts of Judy’s body was a shock. She had, of course, seen most of what Angela had revealed, but this was different. From her position, she was directly above the center of Judy’s ass, and, when the legs began to spread, her eyes automatically followed the cunt lips. She watched with fascination as the lips opened, little-by-little, as the legs spread. She continued the spanking, her hand on cruise control with no conscious direction, hitting the cheeks alternately. The spanking, itself, had already aroused her, the tingles in her own cunt being almost continuous, but this new stimulation sent the temperature between her legs soaring. Her eyes were ?xed on the increasing revelations, but, fortunately, the eyes of the others were also glued to Judy, all concentrating on the same thing.

Smack…..”Oooh”…..Smack…..”Ooooh!” Finally, as the end approached, the others managed to get their thoughts together and start counting down — although whether they had the right number might be questioned! Smack…..”Ooow!”…. “Sixteen”….smack…. “Oooooh!”…. “Seventeen’….smack….”Oooow!”….”Eighteen!”….SMACK….. “OUCH”…..”NINETEEN!” On the extremely hard smack at nineteen, Judy twisted wildly, her outer leg slipping off of Linda’s knee, wedging her legs apart, spreading everything wide open. Even through the pain of the last blow, Judy knew that she had completely exposed herself, and concurrent surges of morti?cation and sexual excitement ran through her mind and body. One part of her mind said “gets your legs closed,” while another said “open wider, let them see everything.” The con?icting instructions left her in the same position as, SMACK…..”Oooooooh, ouch!”…..” TWENTY,” came.

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Sometimes, you just need something simple. No emotional ties, no complications, no “relationships”, just sex.

I was in that position tonight. My company had flown me to Chicago for three long, boring days of business meetings. I was leaving on the noon flight tomorrow from O’Hare. I just wanted someone to blow off some steam with.

This wasn’t my first rodeo. I had a phone number to call for situations like this. Had one for Los Angeles, one for Chicago, and one for New York City, in fact. My position requires traveling a lot.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed.

“Yeah, it’s Ken again… just one night… Jill? The tall blonde? Yeah, I’ve used her before… sounds good.”

I gave my hotel and my room number, and 30 minutes later, Jill knocked on my door. She was my age (35), but looked 10 years younger than that. I let her in, locked the door after putting up the DO NOT DISTURB sign, and Jill made a quick pit stop before stripping. I did the same, dug out my wallet and handed her the $300 in cash (which she put in her purse), and climbed on the bed with her.

Jill knew my routine. I admired her body for a moment. She was six-feet-one (3 inches taller than me), her wavy blonde hair was shoulder length, her blue eyes would catch any man’s attention, and she was toned and slim. Her breasts were C-cups, still quite firm, and her long, perfect legs made people drool. She rolled over, allowing me to gaze on her amazing, round, firm rear, then rolled back over to face me.

“Now that you’ve filled your eyes and gotten your dick hard thinking about me…”

Sure enough, my halkalı escort six-and-a-half-inch long cock was standing at full attention.

“…what would you like me to do to y… um, FOR you?”

“You know me, Jill. I always start by kissing your breasts.”

Jill giggled. “So you do.” She slid her body against mine and scooted upwards so that her orbs were an inch from my face.

“These are magnificent.” I kissed my way slowly through Jill’s cleavage, taking my time. I cupped her globes in my hands and buried my face between them, then kissed my way up to her nipple.

“Go for it.” Jill was giving me one of her smiles. I kissed the tip of her nipple, then took it into my mouth and began suckling. I lightly teased her other nipple between my fingertips. I swapped the position of my hand and mouth every minute or so.

“You know what’s next,” I told Jill.

She giggled. “I do. And thanks for caring about my needs.”

I slid my hand away from her breast, keeping her nipple in my mouth, and gently ran my fingertips along her slit. Jill’s lovely body shivered slightly. I continued to run my fingers up and down until I could feel her nectar start to leak. Then I slid two fingers inside her and began scissoring them slowly.

“Mmmmm,” Jill murmured. “You do know how to treat a woman.”

I continued my slow movement, along with my suckling. Jill gently tightened her pussy around my fingers, then relaxed it. I moved my thumb until I found her clit, and began making soft, delicate circles on it.

“Ooooooh. You know, most of my clients don’t give merter escort a damn if I climax or not.”

“I’m guessing that as a result, you almost never do.” I sped the scissoring of my fingers slightly and suckled her breasts with more intensity.

“Not with them, no. I’ll come home all frustrated and my partner will have to get me off.”

That was the first I’d heard of a partner. I made my movements against Jill’s clit even more delicate.

“Is that why you almost never take all-night assignments?”

“You’re the only client I accept them from, in fact. If you ever moved here, I think my partner would be jealous. Ooooooh!”

I had sped the circular motion on Jill’s clit. Her body trembled violently and she gushed her nectar over my hand and wrist. I extracted my fingers and held them up to my face, inhaling Jill’s sweet aroma.

“Now you’re ready,” I told her, lying on my back. Jill carefully placed the condom on my rod, then lowered her pussy downwards. I placed my hands on her hips and guided my pole fully into her.

“Your favorite position,” Jill chuckled. I started bouncing her slowly on my cock. She gave me a squeeze with her pussy on every down-slide. Being a pro, she had lots of little tricks.

“Yep. I get to admire your breasts.”

“As they bounce,” Jill grinned. Sure enough, as she slid up and down, her orbs bounced sexily. I leaned her torso forward for a closer view.

“Your partner is a lucky man.” I shifted one hand to Jill’s fine ass and groped it softly as I began moving my hips in the same rhythm as she slid up and down beşiktaş escort on my cock.

“She’s an amazing woman and I’m the lucky one to have her,” Jill informed me. She leaned farther forward and pressed her chest against my face. I moved the hand not groping her ass to her back and held her against me as I kissed her tits. After a moment, I lifted my hand and Jill straightened up again. She knew my proclivities.

“She?”

“She,” Jill confirmed. “I’m bisexual.”

I remained quiet as I thrust up into her. Jill sped her bouncing and began actively trying to milk my balls dry with her pussy muscles. I matched her pace and was very soon ready to blow. I filled the condom, and when Jill was sure I was done, she climbed off of me.

After I trashed the used condom and we cleaned up, we lay in bed until we fell asleep. In the morning, after waking up and doing our morning routine, including showering separately, we dressed and I had a couple more questions for Jill before letting her leave. I had to head for my flight, but two minutes of talking wouldn’t hurt anything.

“Is your partner also an escort?”

“She was. She now has a Monday through Friday job as a data-entry clerk. What are you thinking?”

“If I called for your services on a Saturday night next time, could you bring her with you? I’d pay double the fee, of course. And that way maybe she’d be less worried about you doing the overnight.”

“If you’re going to do that, there’s something you should know.” Jill whispered the secret into my ear.

“In that case, I’ll pay double the fee plus an extra 200.”

“Really? Most men would have been scared off. Anyway, you have a flight to catch and I have to get home.”

I started wheeling my suitcase towards the exit as Jill walked to the door. “See you next time, Jill. Say hi to your partner for me.”

She smiled. “Au revoir, Ken.”

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I stand on the sidewalk, butterflies in my stomach, nauseous with nerves and anticipation. The hotel entrance is behind me, a crowd bustling to and fro, seemingly mindless drones engaged in their mundane lives.

There is nothing mundane about today for me. My mind is a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities. I squint into the sunlight, warmth on my face, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead, perhaps from the heat, more likely from excited anxiety.

I’m early. A habit, fostered from a childhood of arriving late everywhere thanks to my disorganised parents. But today, it doesn’t feel like a good thing. The wait just gives me time to overthink. This is the first time we are meeting. We have been talking for over a year. Completely committed to each other for over half of that.

But…but what if I’m a disappointment in the flesh? Do I look alright? I knew I should have worn the pink shirt. Why do I always second guess myself? Are my shoes OK? My hair? Fuck, did I brush my teeth?

I check my watch, instinctively calculating how long we have until our dinner reservation. Can’t be late. I just want to treasure every precious moment we are going to have together.

Lost in panic-ridden overthinking I almost miss it. The moment. That moment. When she emerges from the crowd, as if floating. The crowd seems to part by itself, as if it knows that some heavenly creature is in it’s presence. My heart stops; my mind empties; my fears fade. We are the only two people alive. The curtain rises and we are stood alone on a stage. Bathed in a spotlight that isolates us from any audience.

She smiles. That smile. The smile I have seen a thousand times. In photos, videos, FaceTime. But those mediums could never do that smile justice. I step towards her, nervous yet purposeful. Smiling back, my arms encircle her. That first touch. My mind is reeling as finally, I get to hold her in my arms. She fits perfectly. She buries her face into my shirt, and I feel her shoulder begin to shake. Raw emotion taking over, she sobs softly against my chest, as we savour this moment that neither of us will ever forget.

I kiss the top of her head, holding her tight, gently whispering the words I have said so many times but which have never been completely true until this moment; “it’s alright baby, I’m here. Daddy’s got you”.

She looks up at me, that face that has appeared in my dreams every night, now only a few inches from mine. I wipe tears from her cheek, and she smiles again. “I can’t believe we are finally here,” she whispers, “I love you so much Daddy”.

Her words crash against me like a wave against the cliffs, words we’ve said before, but now with more meaning than ever. “I love you too Babygirl,” I respond, and I lean down to kiss her.

The butterflies esenler escort are back. My stomach churning, and my eyes close instinctively. Our lips meet, softly, cautiously, and the world stops. Time has frozen and this perfect moment is all that remains.

Suddenly an urgency rises within us. Her arms wrap around my neck, and my hands hold her face gently. The kiss deepens, and we begin to devour one another, lips parting, tongues dancing.

Our breathing heavy, moaning into each other, this kiss breaks, and she breathes two words at me, full of want, thick with need, “the room?

—

We crash through the hotel room door, all thoughts of our dinner reservation forced from our minds. Overcome with passion, and desperate need for one another.

Not even waiting for the door to close behind us, we begin to undress each other. Buttons pop, zips snag and tear, a cacophony of ordinary sounds, charged with erotic anticipation, accompanied by the sounds of our kisses.

I lift her dress over her head, and something gets caught. Fumbling in our delirious state to get naked as quickly as possible, we fall, laughing, onto the bed. Laying together, laughing at the perfect imperfection of our intimacy, I lean across her and once again find her lips. Laughter turning into moans and whimpers, as we sink into another lustful embrace.

As she whines into my mouth, my hand slides down her torso, stroking her stomach, and sliding beneath the waistband of her underwear. A gasp catches in her throat, and she grabs my wrist, holding me still for a moment. I look up, into her eyes, unsure if I should continue. She catches my gaze and bites her lip, a subtle nod indicating that I should.

My hand trembles as it touches her at her very core. Her wet centre, soft, ready for me. She grabs at my forearm, silently pleading for more, and I happily oblige. Inserting 2 fingers into her pool of moisture causes her to arch her back and thrust her hips off of the bed. She cries out, finally feel the touch she has been craving for so long.

My fingers instruct her pleasure, exploring the the heart of her femininity. Learning lines and creases that I have only dreamed of until this day. As she loses herself in my ministrations I bite down softly against her neck. An ache stirring in my loins. I need her. I need to take her. To claim the submission she has already offered me willingly.

I stand, move to the end of the bed, and slide her panties down her thighs, onto the floor. She trembles as she lays there open and exposed. Her legs slightly apart, her flower ready for me.

I step between her legs, and place a palm flat on her stomach. My words fall, soft and reassuring, “it’s OK Babygirl, it’s OK. I’ll take care of atakent escort you”

“Please Daddy,” she responds, “I need you.” I unbuckle my belt, and let my trousers drop to the floor. Pushing my boxers down over my hips, my stiffening member springing free. Her eyes open wide, the realisation that the moment we have been waiting for so long for us finally upon us. The culmination of a thousand phone calls, hundreds of hours of FaceTime.

I lean down to kiss her tenderly, and my shaft nestles against her mound. She twitches at the feeling of my cock laying against her outer folds, pressing her mouth back against mine hard. Reaching down between our aching bodies I guide the head towards her entrance. Pressing firmly, I penetrate her for the first time. She cries out, and grips my hips, her legs surrounding me.

There are no walls between us, we are lost in each other. We are one mind, soul and now body. I thrust slowly into her, her throbbing pussy taking every inch longingly.

I grab her hips, and begin thrusting in and out, building a rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect synchronisation. She pushes back against me, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets, panting and groaning. Our desperation for each other is overwhelming. Our thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. After listening to her cum over the phone so many times before, I am eager to hear it in the flesh.

I reach down and rub her clit firmly, doubling up her pleasure. While she squirms and bucks on the bed, I continue to thrust my swollen erection deeper inside her. The scent of our arousal fills our nostrils. I am filled with love and adoration for her. The furrows on her brow, the sounds she makes as I stretch out her orifice, the way she bites her lips and whispers “more Daddy,”

We rock each other’s worlds. Driving towards shared orgasm, until we are both sated. With roars and screams we climax together, our need; and her cunt filled. We fall into each other’s arms, kissing, caressing, our minds floating high above our entwined bodies. After so long, we are finally together, and everything feels perfect.

—

She had fallen asleep in my arms, satisfied and content, but must have rolled away from me in her sleep. Waking up gradually, I turn my head to look at her, and a gratified smile creeps over my face. Flashing memories of the events of last night, mixed with lingering exhilaration at finally being here with her, contribute to my elation.

As morning sunlight pierces through the curtains, I see the duvet has slipped, and the subtle curve of her perfect ass peeks at me from beneath. I cannot resist but to reach over and gently stroke it, feeling her squirm ever so slightly, pushing back softly against my touch.

We both purr beykent escort at the same time. I roll over, and my hand slithers around her waist, pulling her back towards me. She shuffles backwards, her ass meeting my groin, and I hear a light giggle as she shimmies against me.

“Oh ho,” I chuckle “Someone’s only pretending to be asleep I see,” Grabbing, and twisting her torso towards me. Her top half turns, still giggling, and our lips meet in a tender, ‘good morning’ kiss.

“Good morning Daddy,” she says, smiling up at me sweetly, giving her butt another wiggle, evoking an involuntary twitch in my loins as my body reveals my arousal. My right hand holds her face, fingers gripping the side of her neck softly as we kiss once more, her lips parting and accepting my tongue as it explores, and teases.

She whimpers, her arm reaching behind my head, and her fingers grab a fistful of my hair. Her touch is pure electricity, and a fire begins to burn in my core. She hooks her right leg behind mine, pulling my hips further into her, and we lay there, entangled, lost in each others kisses. My hand on her stomach feels her breathing getting ragged.

This hand wanders southwards, drawing a gasp from her pretty little mouth as it dances across her skin, and lingers at the crease of her soft thigh. She bites my lower lip as I cup her mound, and she writhes under my touch. She is already soaked, her folds slick with her essence and she squeals as 2 thick fingers slide deep inside. She pulls my hair sharply and I twist my head, biting down on her shoulder as my manhood hardens between her ass cheeks.

My fingers curl inside her, and my thumb presses down against her clit, opposing forces working not against each other, but together, perfectly balanced, awakening hungry desires within her. Removing my hand, I reach between our squirming bodies, guiding my cock towards her dripping cunt, using my leg to lift hers. I growl as the sensitive head pushes into her velvet-soft canal and her nails dig into the back of my neck.

My mind soars as I enter her once again, lost in heavenly pleasure and demonic hunger. She is mine, she has been for a while, our commitment has been ironclad for months, but here, in this moment, she is mine; mind, soul and body.

Together we pant, grunt, moan and whine; we buck, twitch, writhe and arch our bodies as we are consumed with insatiable lust for one another, until our bodies can take no more. Uncontrollable orgasms swallow us, overcome us, and we fall into an abyss. Then peace, cuddling. We bask in that glorious afterglow that comes from the raw, uninhibited expression of pure desire for that person you love more than anything.

We lay there, our bodies a mess, but our minds completely clear. Our fingers tracing lazily over the still somewhat unfamiliar contours of each others bodies, the only sounds are our breathing, and the song of a solitary bird outside our window.

Her hand encircles my now semi-erect shaft, and she looks up at me, a glint in her eye. “Again?” she enquires. “Hell yes,” I respond, with impish grin, “Saturday mornings were made for fucking”.

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The next few days were great at home. Chris was transformed sexually. Whatever I wanted, I got without complaint. A blow job in the shower before she went to school in the morning? No problem. A quick ass fuck between my lessons at the studio? Absolutely. I’m sure Brenda heard Chris moan from that interlude.

I got Chris and the boys off for Chicago the Friday morning before Christmas and packed my bags for Washington. My tuxedo, some work out clothes, my navy pinstripe suit, pajamas, a pair of jeans, a sweater – just the basics.

Emily and Brenda arrived at our house to leave for the contest at 10 AM. We made good time on the 110 mile trip, but you could cut the competitive tension with a knife. A full ride to Georgetown was on the line, and Em was started to feel it. I remembered her crumbling at her lesson a few weeks earlier and shuddered inwardly.

It started snowing as we approached our nation’s capitol. We took the 14th Street Bridge into the government district, drove past the National Christmas Tree and Menorrah, the White House, made a couple of quick turns and found ourselves at the J.W. Marriott Hotel. The original Marriott looked as beautiful as I remembered. But since its primary clientele were business travelers, Brenda had been able to book the rooms for Friday and Saturday night online for a song. Em stared in wide-eyed amazement at the four-star lobby. We checked in, changed for the preliminary round of competition and met back in the lobby. It was still not four o’clock, so I warmed Em up at the piano in the lobby bar. She breezed through her warm-ups, every trill and turn a light, flexible, thing of beauty. The Amazing Em was who I was warming up right now – the sweet kid that lived to sing and did it with a passion.

I leaned back from the piano and looked at my star student. The little girl was gone, and an amazingly beautiful young woman stood before me. She had grown to a nice 5’4″, and weighed an athletic, trim, 125 pounds. The hair that had been a straggly, dishwater blonde mop was now thick, a little curly, and had become a beautiful shade of auburn. She had it swept up behind her graceful neck, and wore her grandmother’s pearl choker for luck. Her eyes were perfectly made up to compliment her deep, brown eyes. The lips had a lovely, not too tart-ish coat of pink lipstick on them, and made them seem even fuller. Her alabaster skin disappeared at her generous 34c cleavage into a beautiful black blouse that fell over a red, satin, tea length skirt. Her arms ended in perfectly manicured French tips with a clear coat on them. What shapely calf I saw ended in a stylish, black, strapped heel that was just the right height for her singer’s posture. Due to the vocal training and Alexander technique posture training I had given her, Emily did not look like a teenager playing dress up like most high school seniors. Instead, she had the look of strength, confidence and ease that most women of 25 would envy.

I awoke from my silent assessment after a moment, swallowed hard and said, “All right, then. You sound great. You look great. Let’s go do this.” We donned our coats and got a cab outside the hotel. We arrived at the performing arts center, went inside and hung up our coats. I found the registration desk and checked Emily in for the competition. We were told that the preliminaries were running a little ahead of schedule, and that Emily would need to be ready to perform in 15 minutes, not the 45 I had anticipated.

I took a few minutes with Em in the warm-up room, with Brenda hovering nervously. I asked Brenda to go find a seat in the auditorium, and that seemed to relax my star significantly. A knock on the door told us it was time and we walked across the hall to the stage door. As I heard the emcee read Emily’s competition resume, I stood behind her rubbing her shoulders. She cracked her neck and bounced a little, not unlike a gymnast before taking the floor. “You’re ready,” I said. “Go have some fun.” She nodded strongly, and I knew it was going to be a nice performance. The emcee came to the conclusion of his introduction. “And now, from Midlothian, Virginia, please welcome Miss Emily Ransom.”

Would the girl or the woman show up right now? After the five note introduction, Emily bounced into her warm-up song of the set, Caldara’s “Che’ Fiero Costume’.” The Italian art song bounced along like a toy boat in the ocean. Her eyes danced, her body swayed, her tone perfect. This was the singer that had been kicking butt all over the Mid-Atlantic for the past year and a half. I grinned, nodded, and chuckled as I heard her breeze through the French “Apres un Reve” and John Alden Carpenter’s haunting “Light, My Light.” When she had finished the last note, there was a hush, then hearty applause. Based on the fact that the only people here were the judges, a few college professors and students and Emily’s competition and their families, I knew she had easily made the final.

Emily floated off the stage and into my waiting zeytinburnu escort arms. “Way to go, Em. You had fun and gave the audience a performance. You didn’t worry about the score or the competition, and you just performed. I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” she whispered into my tie before Brenda scooped in to smother her oldest. “You were AMAZING!” “Thanks, Mom. It was fun. Can we watch some of the others now?” I grimaced inwardly, but said, “Sure, why not?” Why not, indeed?

We entered from the back of the auditorium and listened to seven of the last eight performers. None held a candle to Emily, and we knew it. The last performer was a girl from Bloomington, Indiana, and her resume was the lower Midwest version of Emily’s. The 6 foot tall, thin, pretty blonde was named Katie Souder. I recognized Katie’s teacher, and knew she would be outstanding. Dr. Sherrie Lawhon was a wonderful soprano, and seriously knew her craft as a voice coach. Sherrie had been a doctoral student when I was doing my master’s. She met her husband while we were in the same studio. In fact, I sang at their wedding.

When Katie finished, Emily looked impressed and crushed at the same time. Quickly, I said “Don’t worry. We’ve still got “The Queen of the Night” up our sleeve. You can beat her.” Em shook her head slightly in such a way that made me know she didn’t believe it. Brenda stared at the opera star Barbie in open hatred. “Let’s go get some dinner,” I said.

We hailed a cab and went to Chopsticks, a popular Japanese steak house. We were having fun watching the chef go through his sow and Emily lit up like a firefly. Brenda and I both had a couple of sake’, and we were feeling fine as well. We went outside, and the snow had become a full-fledged shower. We took a cab back to our hotel, and went to our rooms. I was on the tenth floor, while Brenda and Emily were up on the twelfth. It was 8:00 PM, Friday night, and I had NOTHING to do. I changed, went down to the hotel gym, ran on the cross trainer for 45 minutes, went back up to the room, showered, and got into my pajamas. I found a college basketball game to watch on tv and raided the mini-bar. By 11:00, I had finished five of the little bottles of Jack Daniels. I was feeling VERY comfortable, and called my wife in Chicago to say good night. She asked how Em had done and I told her she was in the finals the next evening.

“What do you think of her chances?”

“Well, Sherrie Lawhon is here with one of her students. Em’s going to have to be at her very best to beat her.”

“Well, tell her I hope she does wins.”

“I will dear. Hey, how was….wait there was a knock on the door.”

“Who would knock at this hour?”

“Just the $800 hooker I ordered,” I quipped.

“It better not be,”

I looked through the peep hole and saw Emily standing there in a robe. “It’s just Emily. I better see what she wants. Love you.”

“Love you too!”

I opened the door and looked at Emily. Hair wet, make up gone, in a thick, white robe and barefoot. “Hi, Mr. Michaels. I finished my swim and went back to the room. Mom’s asleep already, and I don’t want to wake her with the tv. Can I hang out here for a few minutes while I wind down?” All kinds of bells and whistles should have been going off inside my head, but the Jack had my better angels silent. “Sure,” I drawled. I have a sofa you can sit on for a while.” “Cool. Do you have an extra towel?” I want to rinse the chlorine off.” “O.K. I’ll give you your privacy in the bathroom and watch the game,” I replied. Em padded off to the shower and started singing “The Queen of the Night.” I knocked on the shower door and said,

“Emily. If you attract the attention of the management with your beautiful voice at this hour, I’m going to have a hard time explaining why I have a 17 year-old girl in my shower.”

“I’m 18 now. Remember, my birthday was last month.” How had THAT day eluded me?

“Still, there are other guests. That might like to sleep.”

“Okay, Mr. Killjoy, I’ll stop. But the acoustics are great in here!”

I went back to my basketball game. I stared at the screen, but my thoughts lingered on my star student in the shower. I though about how beautiful she looked in the red and black outfit earlier, and how adorable she looked in the robe. Against my will, my cock started to grow. I heard the water stop and Emily bounced out of the bathroom in the robe I had just been imagining. “Who’s playing?” she asked. “North Carolina and Tennessee. From Alaska, of all places.”

“Boooooooooring!” She grabbed he remote off the bed beside me, flopped down on the pillow next to mine, and started to flip channels. She landed on a movie that had just started, “Poison Ivy.” “I love this movie. VERY scary.” I nodded and prayed she hadn’t noticed the bulge in my pajama pants.

Em coughed and grabbed the glass out of my hand. She took a drink of my bourbon, widened her eyes and said, “Whew. arnavutköy escort That’s got a kick to it. Dad only drinks beer, which I hate, and Mom marks her wine bottles so I won’t get in to them.” Em paused, looked into the glass, saw only ice cubes, frowned and continued, “I drank all of yours. Let me get you some more.” Before I could protest, Em had bounced off the bed and gotten another one of the little bottles out of the mini-bar. She poured the brown liquor into the glass and clambered back on to the bed, handing me the drink and leaning on my chest with her still wet auburn tresses. I tried not to look, but her jostling made me keenly aware that she had left her sensible, one piece swim suit in the bathroom to dry. I groaned inside my head.

Emily shifted around until she had made herself comfortable, her bare legs meeting mine below the knee. We sat in silence as we watched a teenage Drew Barrymore befriend fellow high school student Sara Gilbert, work her way into her family’s life and start to plant the seeds of seduction in Gilbert’s wealthy father. Poor Tom Skerrit never stood a chance. I didn’t either.

Emily would occasionally grab the drink from my hand and take a quick sip, then reach across my body to put it back. On a couple of occasions, the soft underside of her forearm grazed my now fully erect, pajama clad cock as she pulled her arm back to herself. The first time, I was sure it was just an innocent mistake. I moaned softly the second time she did it and looked at the mirror across from the bed over the dresser. She had a little grin on her face that made me certain she had NOT done it by accident. Then she stunned me with a question.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she softly asked. “Oh, Em, of course I do. I’ve watched you grow from just more than a little girl into a beautiful, graceful, young woman.” My voice was low and strained, and Em could tell the tension was getting to me. “Then how come none of the guys at school ask me out?”

“Honestly?” I replied. “You seem much older than your age, and 17 year-old boys are probably scared to death of you.”

“Your sweet to say that, but I think it’s because while I have a nice body, they don’t think I’m sexy. Am I?”

“Are you what?”

“Sexy, you silly man!”

“Of course you’re sexy. You just don’t carry yourself like someone who is interested in sex. That probably doesn’t make any sense. I’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“It makes perfect sense. But I AM interested in sex.” She reached her hand across my body to take the glass from my hand and dragged her whole forearm and the cold, wet glass across my groin, slowly and with pressure this time. “Very interested.”

She took a sip and did it again on the way back across my body, this time leading with glass of ice. Only this time, she didn’t put the glass back in my hand, but reached all the way across my body and put it on the night stand, her robe covered breasts leaning into my cock. On the way back, she paused her head near my cock, blew softly and warmly down the length of the shaft, then turned her head towards my face and smiled widely. “You have a big problem down here. A VERY big problem,” she cooed. “I have a problem too. I’m still a virgin, and I don’t want to be. But the boys at school are right about one thing – I’m not interested in sex with THEM. I need someone who knows what he’s doing to teach me. You’re far and away the best teacher I have. Teach me this.”

“I can’t,” I feebly protested. “You’re my student, you’re too young for me, and you’re mom’s my office manager. Not to mention that I’m married. You know my wife, for crying out loud. Those are all great reasons we should NOT do this.”

“They’re reasons, but nothing I can’t get past. Yes, I do know your wife, but not as well as my Dad knows her. I saw her van at his house Thursday after school. I was supposed to have play practice, but it got cancelled. Dad gave me some money to do a little Christmas shopping since rehearsal was cancelled, but I left it at home. Susan took me by the house to get the money, and I saw Mrs. R’s van in the driveway. Guess I know why rehearsal was cancelled. I went in quietly and got the money off the kitchen counter. I could tell by the noises coming from upstairs that they were having sex. Dad sounded like he was in pure agony.”

I stared at her, dumbfounded at her revelation. “I also looked at dad’s cell phone history when he was working in the yard. Almost every call was to or from a number identical to your cell, except for the last digit. It was a two. My cell is only one number off from my dad’s. Who has the number after yours?” It was at that moment I realized she was telling the truth. “Still worried about the Mrs.? I didn’t think so.”

With that, Emily turned her head back down and gently kissed the underside of my fully erect shaft through my think pajama pants. “Am I doing this right? I don’t know much, just what I’ve gaziosmanpaşa escort seen in the movies or read in some of my mom’s novels.”

“Ohhhhhh, that feels great. More, please,” I begged softly. Her hands unsnapped the fly on my pajamas and she pulled my thick, uncut eight inches out. Then with her French tipped fingernails, she gently scraped the tip and then the underside of the ridge around the tip. My head flared immediately, and a little pre-cum came out. With her index finger, she started at the little drop and pulled her finger down the underside of my fully erect cock, ending at the base of my balls.

“Scrape them with your nails, ever so lightly, then pull them gently between your thumb and forefinger,” I instructed. Em did as I asked and I began to pant slightly. When my balls released through her fingers, my head snapped and I groaned in blissful agony. That elicited a smile from Emily and she reached up with her fingers to do it again, this time taking the thick head of my cock between her lips. And pulling up with her head as she pulled down with her fingers. The “pop” was simultaneous, and more pre cum came out of my cock. She repeated the process, taking a little more of me in her mouth and increasing the pressure of her fingers with each repetition. Finally, she increased the pressure to the point that she could not easily pull my balls through the circle of her thumb and forefinger. She kept pulling my balls taut with her right hand and scraped the taut sack with the fingernails of her left hand, my shaft, buried deep in her pretty little mouth. When she finally pulled all the way off, still holding my boys tightly with one hand and scraping them with the nails of the other, she said, “Kind of salty, but tasty. Is that all that comes out?”

“Nooooo, that is most definitely not all that comes out. When I cum, there will be a lot more, and it will be thick and milky white,” I answered.

“Why isn’t it coming out now?”

“Partially because I’m trying not to cum yet, and partially because you’ve just been teasing it so far. If you set your mind to it, you could probably get all of it out of me fairly quickly.”

“How would I do that?” Emily asked sort of lazily.

“Increasing the speed and pressure with which you suck or stroke usually leads to the man finishing faster. And by stroke, I mean either inside or outside your body. I have to warn you, I don’t have any condoms, so I’m not going to put my cock inside you.”

“Aw man, how will I have an orgasm then?”

“You will. I promise.”

“I want to see the white stuff.”

“Then you have some work to do.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Go back to what you were doing with your mouth and keep up what you’re doing with your hands. It’ll come out soon enough.”

Emily went back to work happily. I encouraged her by telling her how amazing it felt, and coached her on how to not go to the same depth and pressure each stroke, and to twist her head as she came off my cock. After a good 10 minutes of this, she stopped again and asked why I hadn’t cum yet.

“You haven’t asked or told me to come yet.”

She stared down at my cock and said, “Please, cum for me.” Nothing.

She sucked a little more and said the words again with my dick in her mouth. I moaned in ecstasy at the sensation, but still didn’t oblige. She pulled off and removed the scraping hand from my balls and shook her finger at my cock, and reprimanded it, “Bad boy! I told you to cum!” With that she spanked my still taut sack three times hard. Now I was the one who would attract the management.

“Ahhhh!”

“I said, cum!” She removed her other dainty hand from around my balls and started pumping my dick with her fist while spanking my balls with the other hand. Cum started gushing from my body. She showed no mercy, and kept pumping it until no more semen came forth.

“That looks messy. What does it taste like?”

“Lick what’s on your fingers.”

Emily complied, a little gob of cum sticking on the outside of her unmade lips. “Yummy. VERY salty. Is it bad for me?”

“No, just all protein. I need to get cleaned up,” I said as I started to get up and go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Emily pushed my back by my chest and said, “No, I’ll clean it up. I could use the extra protein.” She started licking my shaved balls from the bottom and continued the tongue bath all the way up to the tip of my cock. Then she took the head in her mouth and sucked what was left out of the tip. I was SPOTLESS.

“So how do I get to have an orgasm?”

“Come up her and let me help.”

Slowly, I started kissing her lips deeply. I cradled her face with one and roamed her exquisite body with the other. I slipped my hand inside her still belted robe and circled the outermost flesh of her left breast with my index finger. She shuddered at the near miss of a sensitive area and I grinned. I moved my hand over to the other breast and repeated the process. I lightly ran my fingertips down her taut stomach till I hit the belt in her robe. I slowly untied it and pulled the belt off the terry cloth robe.

My hand slid further down and found her fresh, virgin mound. I moved around a bit and rubbed her beautiful, young legs. I reached her ankles and gently pulled her down to where her feet where near the side edge of the bed.

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Brian watched Sadie work the room. She was wearing a black halter top and a tight black miniskirt. Black sandals finished the outfit that showed off her full breasts and shapely ass. The black accented her creamy skin and thick auburn hair. It was early summer and already nearly everyone at the party was tanned within an inch of their lives. Among the sun worshippers, Sadie’s pale luminescence glowed like moonlight. She flowed through the crowd flirting and gossiping with everyone.

“From wall-flower to social butterfly in one short year.” Brian whispered to himself. He knew though, that hadn’t been a short year for Sadie. All through high school, Sadie had been smart, but plain; a sweet, but shy girl. Almost everyone liked her, but nobody thought much about her unless they needed help studying. Some of the girls had teased her because she was so plain, but beyond that nobody paid that much attention to her. Brian had though. Then on last Halloween, a drunk driver had hit Sadie. She had been out walking and some guy just plowed right into her. She’d been in the hospital for about six months and when she came back to school nobody recognized her. Gone was the plain shy girl and in her place was this hot red head. She was outgoing and funny. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact they had classes together, Brian would have sworn it was a different girl. However, Sadie was still beating Brian in every test and still top in every class so he knew it was the same girl.

The first week she was back Sadie had gone to the cast party for the spring musical and there was a rumor that she’d gotten it on with the drama teacher’s husband — a notorious rake. Brian knew that rumor was true having seen Sadie right afterwards. Brian had seen her at a few parties since then and was pretty sure the other rumors were true too. So tonight Brian decided to watch Sadie carefully to see what she was up to.

Sadie continued to move through the guests unaware she was under scrutiny. Always wanting to keep her options open, she flirted all the good-looking men she past. A smile at this one, a whispered dirty comment to that one. Sometimes she’d press her breasts against their arms as she leaned in to listen to their girlfriends’ gossip. Other times she’d just kiss them sweetly on the cheek as she went by. She sipped her drink and scanned the crowd. She was having a good time. She could feel her hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her halter and she knew her pussy was wet from all the flirting she was doing. She was hunting and while any one of these fine young men would do, she had specific prize in mind. She hadn’t seen her quarry yet, so she decided to check the backyard.

Brian watched Sadie’s ass move up the hall and enjoyed the throbbing ache in his cock. He had a quarry of his own tonight. After a few moments he followed her.

Sadie stopped on her way through the kitchen to the backyard. Amy, the birthday girl, was there with a whole bunch of her friends. Amy had graduated the year before and immediately moved in with her boyfriend, Jack. He was working as a studio guitarist and she was majoring in Asian studies at DePaul University.

“Happy birthday, Amy.” Sadie said thrusting a small box into her hands.

“You didn’t have to do that. I told everyone no presents.”

“Well, I don’t like to follow the rules.”

Amy laughed. “Well, thank you.” Amy opened the box and gasped. “Oh my God. You shouldn’t have.” She lifted out a carved, ivory statue of Vishnu. Amy studied yoga and very into all things Indian.

Amy was gushing over the statue. “Look at the detail, right down to the eyelashes. My God, where did you find this?”

“Oh around. I knew you had to have it.”

“Oh my God, it’s wonderful. Thank you.” Amy got up and hugged Sadie tight. “You’ve always been too sweet for words.”

Interesting, Brian thought. The only times he remembered Amy and Sadie together before the accident; Amy had been making fun of Sadie. My how things had changed. Not wanting to be part of the hen party in the kitchen and guessing where Sadie would end up, Brian walked through the kitchen, said hi to all the girls and headed out to the backyard.

As soon as she could, Sadie got out of the kitchen and into the backyard where she wanted to be. She didn’t come here to be part of a girls’ night out. She took a swig of her drink and started making her way through the men. Nearly every guy out here had a girlfriend in the kitchen. She flirted with every one of them. She moved smoothly through the crowd until she saw Jack standing in front of the grill. As soon as she saw him her smile changed. Subtly, just a tiny shift in the corners of her mouth, but it was now the smile of a predator.

So that’s what she’s after. Brian thought. She’s stalking Amy’s boyfriend. She’s going to fuck Amy’s boyfriend at Amy’s birthday party. He smiled and shook his head. That’s just vicious.

Still, considering the way Amy treated Sadie before the accident, it was no wonder. topkapı escort That’s exactly why Brian tried to be polite to everyone. You never know when the worm would turn.

“Jack.” Sadie exclaimed smiling brightly. “I was wondering where you were!”

Jack turned and smiled back. “I’m manning the grill. Do you want something?”

“You know the meat I like doesn’t come off the grill. Gimme hug.” Sadie opened her arms showing off her hard nipples poking through her halter-top. Jack scooped her up into a huge bear hug. Sadie hugged him back making sure to press her ample tits against him. When they separated Sadie ran her hands down his sides and rested them on his waist holding him just a little closer to her hips than was really proper. “Don’t you just look good enough to eat?” She let her eyes roam over his broad chest. “I may just have to take a nibble later.”

Jack looked flustered as Sadie smiled and walked away. Brian watched Jack checking out her ass as Sadie walked back inside and laughed to himself. He knew better than anyone what Jack was wishing for. Amy was a nice enough girl. She was skinny and athletic and had a nice smile, but truth be told she was built kind of like an ironing board. Amy had tiny little bit-tits and no ass at all. Brian and Jack had been friends since they were kids. Brian knew Jack was an ass man. He loved a shapely butt. Good thing Amy was inside because his face was an open book.

“Don’t let Amy see you staring like that.” Brian said by way of greeting to Jack.

“What?” Jack looked startled. “Well, Amy’s in the kitchen and you can’t kill a man for looking.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.” Brian laughed. “She does have a cute ass, though, don’t she?”

“My God! I just want to grab hold and squeeze. I still can’t believe that’s Sadie Campbell. What the hell happened?”

“Maybe the boob and ass fairy visited her in the hospital.”

“I guess!”

“Do you suppose the rumors are true?” Brian asked.

“Amy doesn’t think so. She says Sadie would never do anything like that.”

“Mmmmmm.” Brian said thoughtfully. “I’m heading back in for another one. You need a beer?”

“Yeah, I could use one.”

Brian made his way back into the house. The hen party seemed to have relocated somewhere. Sadie was alone trying to pull a cork out of a bottle of Shiraz.

Brian forgot all about getting Jack’s beer. “Here let me help you.”

“Thanks Brian. I haven’t seen you all night. I didn’t think you were here.”

“Just got here.” Brian lied smoothly as he pulled the cork out. “Do you want to let it breath or should I pour you a glass?”

“I should let it breath, but screw it. I’m thirsty.”

Brian got a wineglass down from the cupboard and poured a neat glass of the deep red wine.

“Don’t fill it…” Sadie stopped when she saw that Brian had only filled the glass half way as was best for a heavy wine like Shiraz. “Amazing. A guy who actually knows how to pour wine.”

“I’m just full of surprises.”

“I remember. Quiet, laid back Brian turns out to be the best kisser in Chicago.” Sadie’s eyes sparkled. Brian had been one of the few guys who would give her the time of day back in her ‘Plain Jane’ days. They had gone to Junior prom together as friends, but at the end of the night he planted a kiss on her that curled her toes.

“I’m not the only one who specializes in surprises. Everyone here is marveling at how you’ve changed.”

Sadie’s smile faded and her eyes darkened with remembered pain. “Well, get put on a feeding tube for four months and you’ll drop a lot of weight too.”

“It’s not just the weight you’ve lost or the curves you’ve gained. Everyone sees how much more confident and carefree you are.”

“I don’t know if it’s confidence. I guess it’s wisdom.” Her eyes got teary as she spoke. “Don’t they say that wisdom is born of pain? I lay there in the hospital for months and just thought about all the things I almost missed out on doing. Not just someday things like joining Mensa or going to Europe. But everyday things like talking to boys and learning how to ride a motorcycle. You know why I never did those things? Because I was scared. I was scared the boy would laugh or I might fall and get hurt.” Sadie laughed. “Believe me getting hurt while learning to ride a motorcycle isn’t anything! So I promised myself that I wasn’t going to let fear stop me from doing anything ever again. I’m still scared the guys will laugh when I talk to them, but I do it anyway. Every day I have is extra. It’s more than I was going to have once that motherfucker plowed into me. I’m not going to waste one of them.”

Brian reached out and touched her hand. “You’re an incredible woman.”

Sadie laughed. “No, I’m not. I’m just a girl who learned very quickly how important life is.”

Something she had said popped to the surface of Brian’s mind. “Wait a minute — did you just say you’re learning to ride a motorcycle?”

“Yep.”

“But aksaray escort aren’t you terrified after what happened to you?”

“I got hit by car, Brian, not a motorcycle and I still ride in cars. My mom was against it at first, but my dad thought it would be a good way to deal with what happened and my shrink agreed. So now my sister’s boyfriend teaches me on Sundays.”

“Your sister’s boyfriend?”

She got a dreamy look on her face. “Yeah, he’s really cool. He’s teaching me a lot.”

And it’s not just motorcycles you’re learning from him, Brian thought, but kept that thought to himself.

“Who’s teaching you what?” Emily, a girl from school asked coming into the room. Brian watched an artificial face descend over Sadie’s real expression. He hadn’t noticed the transition before, but now he saw that Sadie had a different face for the rest of the world than the one she had shown to him only a moment before. Talking alone in the kitchen had been like talking to the Sadie from before. Now the bubbly vivacious Sadie was back and the real Sadie was barely visible underneath.

“My sister’s boyfriend is teaching me to ride a motorcycle. He’s sweet. He’ll do anything for her.”

“Oh that’s so nice. My boyfriend would never do anything that nice for me.”

Brian could sense the estrogen level in the kitchen was climbing again, so he grabbed a beer for Jack and headed back into the yard.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took Sadie awhile to escape the hens in the kitchen. She made her way to the backyard, but Jack was no longer manning the grill. She cruised to the front of the house and saw her prey grabbing a smoke. She leaned against the brick wall out of sight of anyone in the house or backyard and watched Jack for a moment. He was tall with a medium build. He had curly brown hair and light brown eyes, but what had always attracted Sadie to him were his hands. He had slender elegant hands. Strong but graceful. The hands of a sculptor or a musician. Sadie just knew those hands would feel wonderful on her body.

She slapped the top of her thigh and said, “Damn it!”

Jack looked up startled. “Oh Sadie. Didn’t see you there. What’s wrong?”

“Damn mosquito just bit me.” She lied pulling up the hem of her mini skirt and pretending to look at the bite. “You know when I used to get bites when I was a girl, my mom would kiss them to make them all better. Sometimes I wish someone would still do that for me. Kiss it until it’s better.” Sadie snuck a glance at Jack. He was staring slack jawed up her skirt. “Now I’m going to have a welt. Can you see it?”

“Almost.” Jack whispered.

“Come get a closer look.”

Jack looked startled. “What.”

“Come closer and see if you can see a bite mark.”

“Oh, okay.” Jack walked closer to Sadie and looked intently at her thigh. “I don’t see anything.”

“Well, of course not from way over there. Come closer.” Jack took a couple more steps.

“Closer.” Sadie said. Jack took another step.

“A little closer.” Sadie whispered. Jack stepped so close to Sadie he was nearly touching her.

“I don’t see a welt.” He said pretending to look for one.

Sadie took his hand and placed it on her thigh sliding his fingers under the hem. “Here’s where it bit me. How does it feel to you?”

“Incredible.” Jack breathed. “I mean, I don’t feel a bite mark. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Sadie held his hand to her thigh. “You know something, Jack. I have always wondered what it’d be like to kiss you.”

“You have?” he whispered. “I’ve wondered a lot of things about you.”

“Why don’t you kiss me and we’ll both find out something.” Sadie raised her face to him.

Jack glanced toward the house checking for witnesses and quickly grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her like a starving man. Sadie pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him. The kiss went on and on. Jacked forced his tongue between her lips. She responded with her own. His hand glided to her shoulders, down her body, around her hips to her delicious ass. Oh God, he thought. How wonderful to have his hands on a real ass again. He gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her against his hard cock. He wanted so badly to hike up that tiny little skirt and shove his cock straight up her pussy. His fingers started to pull it up without him even realizing it.

Slam! went the screen door. Jack leapt back in a panic. Brian was standing on the front porch. “Jack, dude. Amy’s looking for you. She wants you to bring out her cake. I told her you were having a smoke.”

“I was,” answered Jack his voice a little flustered. He glanced apologetically at Sadie. She gave him a teasing smile. He dashed up the steps.

Brian watched Sadie from the porch. She smiled sweetly at him and walked gracefully around to the back door.

Out of Brian’s sight, Sadie leaned against the rough brick wall and caught her breath. Her fulya escort heart was still racing. God, she’d wanted Jack to do her right there against the wall. He was so hot. Her skin felt like it was burning wherever he had touched her. She’d planned on trying to seduce Jack tonight, but now wild horses couldn’t keep her from him. She was going to have that sexy man’s dick in her before the night was over no matter what. I’ll do him in front of Amy if I have to! she thought.

Once her breathing was steady she went in the back door at watched Amy blow out the candles.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brian looked at his watch. It was getting pretty late. People were getting ready to leave. It’d been a good party. Brian had hung out, chatted with people, done a couple of shot with Amy and been trapped in corners by girls who just wanted to kiss on him awhile (his reputation as a good kisser had spread since Junior prom). He’d had fun. But he hadn’t given up on his main quarry for the evening. People were beginning to go. He knew Sadie was going to try to slip away with Jack any moment. Amy was at the front door saying good-bye to people.

“Hi Brian,” she said. “Do you know where Jack is? People are starting to go. He should say good-bye.”

“I’m not sure, but I think he’s in the bathroom holding Spanky’s head for him.”

“Oh God!” Amy said in disgust. “Fine. His friend. Let him clean up after him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sadie breezed past the living room and saw Amy safely near the front door talking to Brian and saying good-bye to people. She headed to the back bedroom where the jackets were. As she passed the kitchen where Jack was cleaning up, she shot him a seductive look. She slipped into the dark room and bent over the bed as if searching for her coat. She heard the door opening behind her. She shifted slightly thrusting her ass further in the air.

“Oh fuck.” Jack gasped and pressed his hard cock against her ass. Sadie straightened up and leaned back into him. His hand reached around and grabbed her tits. Stephanie gently took his hands and slipped them beneath her halter as she arched her back pressing her ass against his cock.

“Oh yeah.” Jack moaned. “Bend over.”

Sadie bent over and braced her hands on the bed. Jack pushed up her skirt and pushed down her panties. He fumbled for a minute unsnapping his jeans. His rigid cock sprang free. Without wasting a second he plunged it into her up turned pussy.

Sadie grunted softly. He felt marvelous. Long and hard. Tapping against her cervix with each thrust.

“Oh my God, what an ass.” Jack moaned. “It’s been so long. Oh fuck.” He grabbed her luscious ass and squeezed. Sadie moaned in response and tossed her hair. She pushed back against him. God he felt good! No romance to this fuck. Just mindless beasts mating hurriedly hoping desperately to not get caught.

“Faster. Harder.” She whispered. She reached one hand down between her legs and found her clit. She rubbed it frantically. “Oh fuck yes. Harder. Harder.”

He slammed into her with wild abandon. Faster and faster. “I’m going to cum.”

His words triggered her and her body convulsed in a violent orgasm. He felt her pussy walls spasming like they were going to snap his dick off. He grabbed her hips and thrust deeper into her than ever before. She cried out as his cock exploded deep within her.

“Fuck YES!” he half shouted half whispered. Three more thrusts into her as his cock just came and came and came. Her convulsing pussy milking the cum out of him. His softening dick slid out of her pussy.

His hands were shaking as he stuffed it back into his pants. Sadie pulled up her panties trying to conceal how her heart was racing. That had been more incredibly than she ever imagined. She pulled her miniskirt down.

They looked at each other. She stepped close to him; her face upturned. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He broke the kiss off and held her close to his chest; his chin resting on top of her head. “That was the most amazing fuck, I’ve ever had.”

“Maybe next time you can try my ass.”

She heard him gasp. “Next time?”

“Maybe. You should call me.” She pulled away from him and slipped out the door.

Brian grabbed her before she could go into the living room. “Amy’s in there gossiping with Emily. Why don’t you go the bathroom and splash some water on your face. You need to lose that fresh-fucked look.”

Sadie nodded and slipped into the bathroom near the kitchen. Jack came out of the back bedroom while she was still in the bathroom. He saw Brian and blushed.

Brian just looked at him and grinned. After a second Jack grinned too.

“You’ve been taking care of Spanky while he threw up.”

Jack nodded. “Did he throw up?”

“Yeah. A while ago. I sent him home with Pedro.”

“Cool.” Jack headed into the living room.

Sadie came out of the bathroom a moment later.

“Come on,” said Brian. “It will less suspicious if we leave together.”

“Thanks.” Sadie answered. Together they went to the living room and said their good-byes. Outside Sadie turned to walk home and Brian turned with her.

“Are you walking me home?”

“Maybe. I think you might need looking after.”

She smiled. Brian was cool. He made her feel so safe. You could always count on Brian.

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“If I told you I was a happily married woman, would you believe me?” I watched Bernard’s face as the light from the motel sign flickered through a crack in the curtain. Flashes of pink neon danced across paisley wallpaper.

He betrayed no emotion. “No. I don’t believe I would.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious, my dear?”

If he knew me, he would know how much I dislike being called “dear.”

“So you don’t think I love my husband?”

“You may love him, but in a family sort of way–like the way one loves a favored pet.”

“You barely know me. How can you be sure?”

“I’m fucking you. It’s a pretty substantial clue.” His thrust added an exclamation point that the timbre of his voice lacked. I let out a small gasp, surprised by his sudden burst of enthusiasm. It coincided with a spark of neon and the creak of an overused mattress.

Not exactly the lyrical sounds of passionate love. But it’s what I wanted. Or so I had thought an hour ago when I’d agreed to follow him here. It just wasn’t turning out to be the romantic tryst I’d imagined.

* * * *

We met at the half-price bookstore. I was perusing the romance novels, reading the back covers and trying to decide what historical era I would like to escape to. Ethan and I had argued. Again. We argued constantly about finances. Lately it seemed to be the only conversation we ever had. Our sex life had completely fizzled. I tried everything I could think of to get Ethan to look at me again with lustful eyes. When I’d found a set of satin sheets at a modest price, I’d bought them, thinking that red satin might spice things up.

I spent the entire morning preparing. I dug out the shimmery negligee that I’d worn on our wedding night. I turned on light jazz, spritzed the room with Ethan’s favorite perfume, and anxiously positioned myself in the middle of the red satin sheets.

Ethan came home, ignored my negligee, took one look at the new sheets, and flipped.

“What the hell is this about, Lori?”

“I was hoping you’d find it exciting.”

“I told you we can’t afford extras this month.” His face reddened, and the vein in his forehead bulged. “Damn it, Lori! I wish you would *think*.”

I ripped off the negligee, shivering in the coolness of the room, and stood nude, totally exposed, waiting and hoping he’d see past the sales slip to the possibility of romance. Instead he called me irresponsible and stormed from the bedroom. “And sometimes it’s hard to see what’s right in front of your face!” I whispered in the empty room.

I left the house in a huff, set on making Ethan regret being so callous. The bookstore was one of my favorite places to go and get lost for a while. I could pick out a book, sit in the outside café, sip on a strawberry lemonade, and lose myself in romance. My intent was to stay away for a time. Let Ethan stew. Recover from my hurt. I didn’t intend on something as drastic as adultery.

Bernard bumped me on his way to the philosophy section. Just the idea of the philosophy section gave him the aura of a professor, or maybe it was his neatly trimmed goatee. He smelled faintly of cigar smoke and Old Spice. I idealized him immediately. He was the dreamy hero in one of my romance novels: a duke with a passion for reading, or a scholar with hidden machismo.

In our mutual attempt to retrieve my dropped book, our heads collided. He offered to buy me a cup of coffee as way of fatihescort apology. I accepted.

We sat at one of the small tables outside the bookstore. Bernard ordered an espresso. I settled on something topped in whipped cream.

“I don’t usually drink coffee.” I spoke hesitantly, as if my words held the weight of a courtroom confession.

He leered at me over his cup with chocolate brown eyes, the same color as his coffee. His short, dark hair with touches of gray around his ears added to his professor mystique.

“What do you do for fun, my dear?” He ran his finger along my bottom lip, catching some whipped cream I had missed.

Excitement wriggled in my stomach. I tried to think of some deep secret I could share with him that would make me appear provocative. Unfortunately, I led a disgustingly tame life. “I’m afraid I don’t smoke, rarely drink, and only say, ‘fuck’ when I’m actually doing it.”

He raised his eyebrows appreciatively when I said the word, ‘fuck,’ and then he grinned. I felt a tiny bit exotic.

We sat in silence, drinking our coffee. Bernard stared unblinkingly at me while anticipation dipped its toe in my belly like a child testing the temperature of pool water–wanting to dive in, but still a little fearful. I would like to be able to say he hypnotized me in those quiet moments–that his rich, dark eyes reached into my soul and tugged. Then I could be free from guilt. But I wasn’t hypnotized, and his eyes were beginning to look ordinary.

“How would you like to explore your verbal usage of the word ‘fuck’?” He asked it casually, as if asking for directions.

I teetered at the edge of refusing. After all, he hadn’t dazzled me with witty repartee or schmoozed me with florid compliments. But he had shown an interest in me. A physical interest.

I succumbed to the allure of doing something totally out of character. My face flushed when I answered, “I think I’d like that.”

He took my hand, like a familiar lover and pulled me from my chair. Dry heat from holding a hot coffee mug seeped into my fingers like a caffeine aphrodisiac. I found it easy to follow him.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before,” I whispered.

“You can still say no.” He squeezed my hand for reassurance. My wedding band pinched my finger and I wished I’d taken it off. I glanced at my ring, but continued to glide along beside him. Maybe I was a little hypnotized– not by him, but by the thrill of being found attractive by someone.

He led me across the street, past a blinking “Vacancy” sign. When he asked me to wait outside, I considered it gallant.

“No reason for you to suffer embarrassment at the signing in.”

I nodded.

I considered the possibility that someone might see me but chose to deal with it like a three-year-old child–if I didn’t see them, they couldn’t see me. So I kept my eyes locked on the door of the motel.

When Bernard emerged from the tiny office, jangling a room key, lyrics from “The Music Man” popped into my head. (There were bells all around, but I couldn’t hear them ringing.) I imagined him signing the book “Professor Hill” and calling me Madam Librarian. It made me smile.

The room was dank, poorly lighted, and generic: a queen-sized bed, a TV, a desk with a phone, and a bedside table with a lamp. In another place, another time, with my familiar man, I might levent escort have slung open the curtains to allow the waning sun to add a little light to the built up gloom. But the ambiance seemed fitting. I was, after all, committing adultery. What did I expect, the Ritz Carlton? So I stood, waiting to close the door, as Bernard fumbled with the lamp.

* * * *

And now I was squashed under his soft, pudgy body that his clothes had worked wonders to hide. The preliminaries had been little more than “you take your clothes off, I’ll take my clothes off, and we’ll meet on the bed.”

Bernard’s diligence toward fucking could be compared to a housewife reading the Wall Street Journal. He barely broke a sweat, and his shoes and socks were still on. It wasn’t entirely his fault. I had serious misgivings right after I’d closed the door, but some bizarre adherence to high school decorum told me I couldn’t back out now–I’d be considered a tease.

I tried to muster some passion, but thanks to a strategically placed ceiling mirror, I had a view of Bernard’s clenching, naked ass and spindly legs. Instead of being arousing, it struck me funny. Apparently, I’d found the one man left in the world under the age of sixty who still wore gartered socks. I giggled.

“You s-sound am-mused, m-my dear.” Bernard’s stuttering was rewarding. It showed a small crack in the veneer of passivity he was trying to pass off as wild abandon.

“Did you know there’s a mirror on the ceiling above the bed?” I asked.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He cocked his head back to look up. “Kind of kinky, isn’t it?”

It was all Bernard’s lounging libido needed. His hips began to jackhammer–rapid, short jabs, causing coffee to slosh around in my stomach, looking for a way out. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I tried to remember what I’d found alluring about him. The cigar smell suddenly seemed bitter instead of enticing. His brown eyes were more like muddy water than rich, deep coffee, and his goatee poked at my neck like a mason chipping away at mortar. All the dukes in my historical romances were smooth, robust lovers, and the scholars were tender and attentive. Bernard had the sexual expertise of a seventeen-year-old virgin. So much for high school decorum.

He continued to piston on top of me, our skin slapping together like the clang of cymbals, only off tempo. I opened my eyes again and watched the scene in the mirror. Was that really me? It was my body, no question. I could see the three freckles on my right shin. And the smallish hands, professionally manicured, also mine, bumping along Bernard’s back.

“I’m going to come, dear.” His voice was back to that of a professor teaching his Philosophy 101 students. If I was waiting for seventy-six trombones to lead the big parade, I was out of luck. He could have just as easily been lecturing me on formal logic. His body tensed and I felt three quick spasms from within his condom-clad penis. He rolled over onto the bed, sprawled face-up. I caught his eye in the mirror above and he winked.

“That was lovely, my dear. Thank you.”

I suppose if I compared it to being stuck inside a washing machine on heavy cycle, then it was indeed lovely.

In what seemed like milliseconds, Bernard was snoring. His mouth was slack and his paunchy belly fluttered with each exhalation. The condom crinkled like an accordion ortaköy escort as his penis shriveled inside it.

I lay motionless, staring at myself in the mirror. Oh yes, it was me. My hair was mussed, but it was still the same mousy blond. My left breast bulged above the black lace of my bra where it had jostled out of position. My thighs were covered in red blotches from the jackhammering and remained slightly apart.

I reached to cover my exposed pubis and felt the cool gel of lubricant from Bernard’s condom. It was such a contrast with the warm stickiness I was used to when I had sex with Ethan. The thought of Ethan stabbed at my gut, and my eyes blurred. I blinked a couple of times and managed to focus on the reflection in the mirror. Bernard continued to snore in recuperative sleep. There had been very little to stir me in the hurried coupling, but as I looked, I found something increasingly erotic about the half-naked woman staring back at me.

I watched her legs open further and saw glimpses of shiny, pink flesh surrounded by light, curly, pubic hair. I watched as mauve-tipped fingers dug between puffy labia and separated the lips to expose an engorged bud. I saw her hips rotate and rise slightly from the bed as her fingers brushed over the clitoris and disappeared deep within.

I shifted my eyes to see her other hand yank at her bra and let her tit pop completely free from the black lace. I willed her fingers to pinch the hardening nipple, and I watched as they complied. My heart raced when they mauled the entire breast, and I thrilled at the sight of welted marks rising on flawless skin

I glanced again at the hand making slow revolutions over her widespread pussy. My eyes batted shut, and I was lost in the feelings that watching her evoked. She was provocative. She was seductive. And she was me!

The cool lubricant pooled with my own oil as my fingers trailed the path between clitoris and cunt. I sucked in air, gasping and climbing toward the peak. I forced my eyes open again to watch. Bernard was awake and was staring at me. I didn’t care. I slid my hand from my breast down over my belly and held it above my womb. It became a puissant magnet, pulling the orgasm out of me. I saw my mouth form the word as I felt the eruption shatter through me.

“FUUCCKK!”

My legs slammed shut and I held my fingers in place, clenched between the folds, absorbing the aftershocks. I thought I might hyperventilate in the quiet until Bernard broke it.

“Wow! That was amazing.” He sounded incredulous.

I tried to ignore him.

“I’ve never seen a woman masturbate before.”

I wasn’t surprised. I looked at Bernard once again in the mirror. His cock had extended again but the condom had slipped off. It pouched on his groin like a boil. And I had the sudden urge to get out of there. I jumped up from the bed and gathered my clothes.

“You’re not leaving, my dear?” He whined.

I nodded.

“But after that little show I need more.” Bernard’s penis bobbed in agreement.

I stood still as realization blossomed in my brain. I hadn’t lost my sensuality. I was still the same woman I had always been. And I was sexy!

“That’s funny,” I said with a smile, “I suddenly feel like I don’t *need* anything else.”

I adjusted my bra, slipped on my jeans, and pulled my shirt over my head. As I turned to leave, Bernard sat up on the edge of the bed. The used condom fell to the floor lost, like an earthworm after a rain.

“B-But I don’t even know your name.” As he hesitated, I could see his mind scrambling, trying to remember if that were true. I’d told him my name was Lori, back at the bookstore.

“My name? My name is… Marian.” And with that I walked out the door.

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He sat in the back of the conference room with his laptop open, staring blankly at the speaker. The middle-aged man in a gray button-up at the front of the room had developed software that promised to “invigorate company-wide productivity” and “expedite cross-departmental collaborations”. As his co-workers followed along with the tutorial, he ran his fingers over the keyboard, a weak attempt to mime typing. It was nearing the end of the day, the conference room was stuffy, and his mind wouldn’t stay put. He pulled up his email in the hopes of having something worthwhile to focus on, and maybe getting some work done.

Upon opening his inbox he found a long list of new emails waiting for him. Sorting through the advertisements for athletic shoes and discounted play tickets he spotted a few important items, including a last minute request from a client, a newsletter from his son’s daycare, and a reminder from his boss to attend the very tutorial he was currently sitting through. Then there was this:

“Your Package Has Been Delivered Successfully – Item

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927-820-JL”

‘Package?’ he wondered. He couldn’t remember ordering anything lately, but it wouldn’t be the first time he was was surprised by his own past purchases. He also considered that perhaps this was just a bit of spam that got through the filter and thought the safe thing to do would be to delete it. But at the moment his curiosity was higher than his restraint, so he opened it anyways.

As soon as he did he recognized the logo of the company that sent it: TradEco, a new website designed to sell eco-friendly products of all sorts-food, cleaning supplies, furniture, etc. His wife had made a joint account for them on it the week before, but they hadn’t purchased anything at the time. He assumed she must’ve found something she liked so he scrolled down to see what was in the order.

PACKAGE CONTENTS:
NATURAL WOOD PICTURE FRAME (3)
NATURE’S OWN FACIAL TISSUE (12 PK)
ORGANIC LOVER’S PLAYSET (1)

‘…Organic lover’s playset?’ he thought to himself. ‘What the hell is that? ‘ All he knew was that it sounded…adult. He was about to click on the link to the product page, but paused as he remembered where he was, and the co-workers who were surrounding him. Shifting in his seat and tilting his laptop screen down to the point where even he could barely see it, he opened the page for the Organic Lover’s Playset. It read:

“This enviro-friendly product set will bring sensual delights to you and your partner for as long as you both can last, while ensuring that our planet will last long too! Enjoy guilt-free sexual indulgence with the following items.”

Each item had a description along with a well-framed, softly-lit photo. He scrolled down, revealing each item one at a time.

First there was the organic black silk blindfold, described as “soft and saucy.” Then came the feather tickler: “This cruelty-free feather tickling tool promises hours of mischief.” That was followed by a light-weight hemp rope designed for “playful restraint and dominance enforcement”, and then a compact solar-powered vibrator that uses “renewable energy for endless stimulation”. Finally he scrolled onto the last image.

The picture featured a lime green dildo, with a shape suggestive of a penis, but not so detailed as to be considered “realistic.” The base of the dildo was attached to a dark brown belt and the whole apparatus was situated such that the dildo slanted upward, with the tip landing in the top right corner of the photograph.

He let out a small involuntary gasp, which he tried to cover with a cough as he bakırköy escort glanced nervously around the room. Flustered, he leaned back into his laptop and glanced at the description : “This hypo-allergenic dildo with a luxurious vegan leather strap let’s everyone play the role they desire.”

He sat back in his chair and let out a quiet exhale. The speaker’s voice felt distant as he thought about what compelled his wife to purchase this little gift box. Now they were no strangers to experimenting in the bedroom: spanking, 69, and anal-play were all fair game. He’d even given her a golden shower or two. But this was the first time she’d expressed any interest in using toys.

He pictured his wife sitting at home, browsing through the website and stumbling upon the playset. Maybe she blushed and giggled at first, but then felt herself get wet as she imagined using the items on him and him using them on her. Soon, she found the idea of acting out her fantasy too enticing to resist and impulsively made the purchase. The whole idea was getting him hard, and he hoped the presentation would end before anyone noticed. The speaker was telling the employees how to report technical problems.

Too far gone to have any hope of paying attention, he slipped his phone out of his pocket to let his wife know he was aware of her shopping.

“Did you, um, make a purchase? Some sort of ‘organic playset’…” he typed out.

After a few minutes he felt a buzz.

“Mhm”

And then a second.

“You know me…always trying to help the planet any way I can ;)”

He smiled. “And what exactly do you intend to do with that stuff?” he replied, hoping she’d give him some insights into her fantasy to occupy his mind.

“You’ll find out later. But don’t worry, I’ve done my research”

Just as he was pondering what she meant by “research”, an email showed up in his inbox. It was from his wife and contained three links. He clicked on the first, and saw a video loading. Frantically muting his computer and hunching down even further, he saw a lean young man leaning against a wall. A woman with long dark hair trailing down to the top of her butt was blindfolded and on her knees in front of him. He had his hands on her head, guiding the tip of his cock in and out of her mouth.

He then opened the second link. He watched as a naked red-headed woman approached a man lying on a bed who had his wrists tied to either side of the headboard and his ankles tied together. The woman got up on the bed, calmly flung one leg over the man and sat sprawled across his shins with her large breasts dangling around the man’s thighs. The woman then reached up and began passing a vibrator up and down his cock. She hovered over the man as he hardened and throbbed in response to the vibrations.

The third link went to a site dedicated entirely to dominatrix porn. A young woman with a short black bob was decked out in a red leather corset and thigh high leather boots. She ordered a man slightly older than her to bend over a sofa, and enforced her demands with several light flicks of her flogger onto his ass. Once he was in the position, the dominatrix stepped into and adjusted a strap-on until is was snugly tied to her hips. The dildo attached to it was long, thin, and black. She spread the man’s buttchecks and placed the tip of the dildo to his asshole. She then gave a firm thrust with her hips and…

Suddenly, members of the audience were applauding and getting up from their seats. Startled, inexplicably sweaty, and with his dick bulging in his şirinevler escort pants, he slammed his laptop shut and headed out of the room with everyone else. He stopped by his office to grab his coat and then got into the elevator, making sure to carefully place his computer bag in front of his crotch. It was nearing six o’clock and he didn’t know where his wife was. She was a freelancer and worked mostly from home but occasionally went elsewhere. While he liked to picture her sending him those dirty links while sitting in a crowded coffee shop, he was more excited by the idea of finding her at home when he got there. As aroused as he was now, holding off any longer seemed like torture.

As he walked toward the subway he texted again, attempting to sound neutral: “On my way home.. you there?”

After a few minutes of waiting at the platform, a train came. After he got on he glanced at his phone: No reply, and now he had lost service. He wasn’t normally one for suspense but at the moment it seemed to only intensify his arousal. He let his mind drift into scenarios inspired by the videos: his wife tying him up and teasing his cock with the feathery toy, him blindfolding her and running the vibrator from her clit to her anus and back. Finally she’d put on the strap-on, and gently fuck him until he inevitably explodes.

He drifted around in this fantasy land throughout the ride home and kept only just enough awareness of the real world not to miss his stop. As he emerged from underground, his phone immediately buzzed.

“Ready and waiting” the message read.

He smiled and picked up the pace as he headed toward their apartment. He opened the door to find the kitchen and living room empty. He turned the corner and saw the door to their bedroom was closed. He opened it, and there was his wife in nothing but a white tank top, laying casually across the bed flipping through a magazine. Each of the items he’d seen online were now placed in a row next to her. The magazine, he noticed, was actually a catalog advertising more “play items” that he assumed must’ve come with the package. She glanced up when he walked in, then rose from the bed.

“Wow, you really are ready,” he said.

“Shhhh,” she said as she grabbed the rope from the bed. “Take off your clothes and sit down.”

She sat on his lap facing him and pulled his hands behind his back. With her lips nearly touching his, she then wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying them together snugly and finishing it with a sturdy knot. She nudged his chest telling him to lean back and as he fell back onto the bed she climbed forward on to him.

He was breathing heavily as she sank her pussy onto his lips. He immediately, instinctively, began lapping at her engorged labia. He flicked her clit with his tongue repeatedly while she gasped. After several minutes of riding his face and moaning, she climbed off and rolled to his side. She then grabbed the blindfold, placed it over his eyes and pulled the strap around his head.

He couldn’t see her anymore but sensed that she had moved away from him. All of a sudden he felt a brush of air near his testicles, then another. There were several short bursts of air before the feathers made contact with his skin, at which point the sensation transformed into a soft brushing. His wife swirled the feathers all around his scrotum, up and down his shaft, around his inner thighs, and ended by dusting the tip of his penis. The light touch brought a tingling sense of awareness to the whole region that he calmly enjoyed. Suddenly, güngören escort the feel of his wife’s wet lips on his cock burst through this delicate sensation. She filled her mouth with him while grabbing tightly onto his thighs. She swayed, pushing him into her throat several times as saliva began to run down her chin.

He laid motionless and moaning as she pulled herself away from him and stood up. Soon she was reaching underneath him and untying the rope. Once he had a hand free he pulled the blindfold up to his forehead.

“Is something wrong?” he asked

“No! Of course not. It’s just my turn now,” she replied grabbing the blindfold off his head. “Or should I say your turn?”

She handed him the vibrator and laid on the bed with her eyes covered. He paused for a minute and then deciding the blindfold was insufficient, pulled her wrists above her head and tied them tightly while she squirmed lightly. Pulling the remainder of the rope down beside her, he then wrapped it around her legs, right above the knee and tied a knot. He shoved his right hand in between her thighs. They were tightly pressed together now due to the rope and the area felt warm and moist. He inched his hand up to her pussy and began squeezing and rubbing.

With his left hand he turned on the small metal vibrator and started by rubbing it over her breasts. He hovered around each nipple, making smaller and smaller circles until he was just touching the very tip. Finally, he dragged it down her stomach and into the palm of his right hand. He then pressed it right to her clit and held it there as her breathing increased and her hips began to thrust upward. Just as her panting was intensifying, he turned the vibrator off. He grabbed her hips with both hands and firmly rolled her over, so that her ass was now facing him. He sat up on his knees on the bed and slid his dick into her pussy. Seemingly surprised by this, she tensed and let out a small scream. He thrust into her repeatedly, feeling her buttocks smacking into him each time. He leaned forward, putting his hands next to hers on the bed. After a few more deep thrusts, he began to untie her wrists. He then pulled out and untied her legs. He rolled her body, now limp from pleasure, over to face him again and removed the blindfold.

“My turn again,” he said, “Or should I say yours?”

She blinked her eyes open to see him handing her the strap-on.

She gave him a coy, are-you-sure-you-want-to look to which he responded with a long passionate kiss. She stood up, drew the strap-on up to her waist and pulled on the belt to secure it. He was laying face down on the bed now with his legs dangling off the edge. She positioned herself in between his open legs and squatted down a bit. Grabbing the dildo at its base, she slowly pushed it into his asshole. Once it became clear from his gasps and moaning that he was enjoying the sensation, she began to move in and out. What started out as slow and cautious became faster and more passionate. She was grabbing his butt and running her hands up and down his back as she used her hips to control the bright green toy. Her arousal was rising with his and with the motion.

“Stop,” he said. She feared she had hurt him and quickly pulled out. He turned around. “I need to fuck you.”

She slipped out of the strap-on and kissed him deeply. They pushed all the items to the side and she climbed on top of him. He began thrusting into her so aggressively she could barely keep her balance. She felt closer to bursting with each bump of his body against hers. He began to move faster as both their moaning intensified. With one particularly large thrust, she felt the orgasm wash over her. Just as she leaned her head back in satisfaction, he exploded inside of her and pulled her down to him. She collapsed onto him with her face into the pillow. He let his head fall to the side and caught a glimpse of the toy catalog laying next to him before closing his eyes.

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