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We are sitting on the couch, at my place, and u ask me to go for a walk.

I say ok and we go outside.

Its a beautiful night, mid-summer, and there are hundreds of stars, and as we’re walking you slip you’re arm around me.

I’m wearing one of those sundresses I love so much, spaghetti straps, loose and breezy cotton, and sandals. The warm wind sweeps across the grass, rustling it softly.

We walk through the woods on a dirt path, then come out on a lake shore, the moon dancing across the water like diamonds and fairy dust.

You take my hand, and lead me to the edge of the water, where I see you have blankets already laid out waiting.

I look up in surprise, the wonder showing on my face, and you smile gently, “I told you I’d make it good, didn’t I?”

I smile then, and follow you to the blankets, shy now, not sure if I’m doing the right thing.

“It’s ok,” you say softly “It’s just me,” and I know that, but it’s suddenly real.

You kiss me then, and I remember why I’m here. ataköy escort Our kiss deepens, and gets harder, hungry.

Suddenly we are locked together, touching, kissing, our mouths make love.

You push me back onto the blanket, still kissing, and your hands find my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipples harden as your thumb brushes over them lightly.

Your other hand finds it’s way to the bottom of my dress and moves slowly up my thigh, under the fabric, reaching the top of my thigh your hand slides around to cup my ass, while your other hand gently pinches, molds, rubs.

I moan softly, arching my back up to meet you, and running my hands over your back, your sides, your belly. I touch you through your pants, and feel that you are already hard.

I rub you softly through your pants, bringing my mouth to yours again and again. Your hands roam over my body, softly at first, then harder, rougher, more insistent. I can feel the şişli escort change in you, from sweet soft lover to raw rough need.

You push my dress up on my thighs, exposing my legs and stomach to the cool night air. I’m not wearing panties, so you kiss my bare hips and belly, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I sit up, and pull the dress over my head, my nipples hard and sensitive. Your lips touch first one then the other, sucking, then biting gently. I push them towards you wanting more. You move down again, your fingers slipping inside me, where I am already so hot and wet for you. I cry out as your lips touch my clit, your tongue, your teeth.

I move against you, my first orgasm already coursing through my body.

You get up on your knees, and I undo your jeans, releasing your hard cock, I look at it, enjoying our first meeting. I kiss it gently, then take it in my mouth, sucking, moving my tongue across it. I take you fully in my mouth, bakırköy escort loving the soft moans of ecstasy slipping from your mouth. I move along your cock, sucking, releasing, faster and faster, my hand cupping your balls. When I realize you are near release, I stop, kissing my way back up to your mouth, and kiss you hard.

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You move in, then out, harder and faster, stopping each time I near climax, then bringing me to the edge again.

Finally, when it seems like I’ll go crazy if you don’t let me cum, you stop, and tell me to roll over. I obey, then get on my hands and knees, you spread me open and thrust deep inside me, holding on to me by my hips, using them to move me against you, making me beg you for it, plead for you to let me cum.

You grow harder and longer inside of me, filling me so completely that I explode in a torrent of screams, cumming harder and harder, while your cock pumps into me, and finally you cum so hard inside of me that I can actually feel it.

We lay there panting for a minute, then you roll over and lay beside me, pulling me close.

“I am so glad I came!” I say, laughing.

And you laugh too.

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Afternoon drizzle pelted the bus as Henry stopped to pick up another load of passengers. The day was as dreary as his mood. As the last of the passengers entered, Henry accelerated again, sending them scrambling for their seats. But one remained standing.

“You need to get behind the yellow line, miss,” Henry said without looking at her. He was still replaying Grace’s conversation with him at the Dairy Queen in his head.

“Look at me, Uncle Henry,” the young voice said. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me.”

Henry looked up at shy, gangly 18-year-old who had started this mess his life had become. Only she didn’t look so shy any more.

She stood with arms crossed over her red cotton shirt, impervious to the twists and turns the bus took as Henry guided it forwarded. Her big brown eyes gazed down at him without mercy.

“Mindy?” Henry said. “How are you? What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t give me much choice,” Mindy said. “I’ve been calling you for days but you never answer your phone. How else am I supposed to talk to you?”

Henry stopped for a red light and then glanced back at her. “What do you need to talk to me for? You already got what you wanted.”

She reddened slightly. “It’s not about me this time. I’m doing fine in that department. But someone else needs you. Someone very important to me. I’m going to bring her by your place tonight. Will you help her?”

Henry shook his head as the light turned green and he moved the bus forward. “I çapa escort don’t do that any more.”

“I heard that,” Mindy said. “But why? Don’t tell me you don’t like it. I know you better than that.”

Henry shrugged. “Of course I like it. But — I met someone. That’s all there is to it.”

“Who is she?”

“Doesn’t matter. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Mindy tapped a foot on the floor. “Then you can do whatever you want.”

“She’s very important to me,” Henry said. “I can’t betray her.”

“Uncle Henry, if she’s not with you, there’s no one to betray. Sounds like you could use the distraction anyway. I’ll be at your house tonight at 8:00. And you better be nice to my — to the woman I bring,” she said softly, “the way you were with me. I told her you would be. Now let me off here.”

Henry opened the doors and Mindy stepped out onto the sidewalk. She turned to look at him as the bus moved on, a dwindling figure in his rear view mirrors.

Later that day, Henry prepared for his final encounter with an unfamiliar woman. He told himself that he would do this one last time as a favor for Mindy, but from now on he would put his foot down. This was it. No more, unless and until he felt something. But he would make this last time special, both for himself and the woman he was with.

He showered and shaved and even trimmed his eyebrows. He applied just enough aftershave to make himself smell nice, but aksaray escort not enough to overpower. He found his cleanest underwear and put them on, then brown slacks with a shiny black belt and a white cotton shirt. Plaid socks and shiny black shoes.

He double-checked the refrigerator. Plenty of beer. Maybe he should have gotten wine, but it was too late for that now.

Back in the living room, everything seemed neat, clean and in order. It was almost 8:00.

Henry paced for a few moments between bedroom, kitchen, and living room until he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He paused expectantly with his hand on the door handle until he heard a knock, then yanked the door open with what he hoped was a warm, endearing smile on his face.

The smile froze.

“Uncle Henry,” Mindy said, “this is my mother. Her name is –“

“Grace,” Henry said.

“Henry?” Grace said, her eyes widening. She wore a gorgeous lavender dress and a pearl necklace that drew his eyes to the V between her breasts.

“You guys know each other?” Mindy asked, startled.

“We … went out a few times,” Henry said.

Grace stepped forward. “You’re Uncle Henry? You’re the one all the girls have been talking about?”

“Mom, I told you. He’s the one who… you know. Only he’s not doing it any more because of some woman he met. And the woman doesn’t even like him.”

Grace looked Henry up and down, pursed her lips, then turned topkapı escort to her daughter. “You can leave now, Mindy. I’ve got it from here.”

“You better be nice to her, Uncle Henry,” Mindy said, then got back into the car.

“Don’t worry, he will be,” Grace said under her breath.

“Come in, Grace,” Henry said, but Grace had already closed the door behind her and stepped into the room.

“Henry, what is going on here? Does this have something to do with why we left early at the bowling alley?”

Henry stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at her. Grace had put two and two together pretty fast. It was a privilege to be in the presence of such a smart woman. “Have a seat. I’ll get us some beers and we’ll talk about it.”

“A beer sounds pretty good to me,” Grace said, taking a seat on the couch.

He told Grace the whole story, from when Diane had first brought Mindy over to see him until when the flirtatious brunette at the bowling alley had upset him so much that he cut short their date there.

Grace drained her beer when he finished. “So you broke Mindy. I have to thank you for that. She’s so shy, I thought she was never going to get any. But look at how happy she is now.”

Henry was silent for a moment. “You want another beer?”

Grace ignored the question. “You had all those women wanting you, and you gave it all up?”

Henry nodded.

“You turned them all away just for me?”

Henry nodded again and drank from his beer.

“Why, Henry?”

Henry set his beer down. “Because, Grace. Just because.”

Grace set her empty bottle down and leaned forward to kiss him.

“What are you doing, Grace?”

“What does it look like? I’m doing what I came here to do in the first place.”

Henry’s house was never empty again.

THE END

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When working for a small school, you often have to fill extra-curricular positions regardless of experience or ability. There are some perks to the situation. Some schools can afford to pay a fairly decent amount of money for the time. There are often opportunities to spend time in bigger cities attending coaching clinics, which is really just an excuse to be near people of a similar background while drinking for free. And sometimes, you unexpectedly get rewarded for your work.

John Walter had not planned on being the girls’ basketball coach. No one else had either. As the low man on the totem pole, it fell to John. He was a fairly good looking man, a little above average in height at 5’11”. His dark brown hair was cut short, mostly just because it was easier to throw a hat on and not have to style it. That fit well with his preference for his beard, perpetually looking like he had a few days’ growth but not unruly. His hazel eyes changed shades with the clothes he wore, but many a girlfriend in college had gotten lost in them. He was reasonably fit from the many hours spent hiking in his free time. As the high school Spanish teacher in the small school, he had most of the students in class. At 26, he was still the youngest teacher in the school.

John wasn’t asked to be coach; he was basically just told to do it. For a small school, there was a decent amount of talent on the team. Lots of juniors and seniors, and a total of fifteen players. He could work with that, if they wanted to work hard. After a few practices, he knew they would. The seniors were strong willed, and they had not experienced much failure. They were not world beaters by any measure, but they were above average. They were led by the twin towers, who were truly twins. At 6′ tall, Marie and Melissa were usually more talented than the other team’s best post players. They weren’t quite identical, but most strangers could not tell them apart. They both preferred to keep their long, dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail as it was much less work. They had long muscular legs and perky but small breasts. Melissa was a bit more outgoing, but Marie was the one always in a relationship. Marie had never gone longer than a few weeks without a boyfriend since her freshman year. Soon to be 19, the girls were often considered leaders in their class because they were just a bit older than the rest of the students.

The other senior starter was Jessica. She was a terrifically skilled point guard, and at this level, she influenced the game as much as anyone on the court. She rarely went to the bench, and her ball handling was good enough to keep the team out of trouble against pressure. Most games she could get the ball into the hands of the twins, and they could score pretty easily. If not, she was good enough to take over. At just over 5’1″, she was a touch shorter than her peers. But she had a killer smile, and her body caused many of the boys in school to drool. She kept her dark brown hair about shoulder length. Her brown eyes could get her most anything she wanted if she was that type of person. She wasn’t. If her eyes did not do it, her curves would have. She hid her large chest well on the court, but she struggled to do so off it. She made modern fashion look obscene, finding it difficult to buy something that was cute yet did not show off an inappropriate amount of cleavage. She worked out consistently in the weight room, and that was apparent in her well-developed rear end. She did squats, and lunges, and all kinds of other exercises to develop strength in her legs. It made her un-guardable on the court, giving her a good combination of speed and power. It made her ass look like an Instagram model, large and firm. With a skinny waist that led into rippling abs, she was built like an 18-year-old sex goddess.

She was 18, having turned that a few months into her senior year, but she was not a sex goddess. At least not in her mind. In fact, she had a hard time with the idea of sex. She didn’t know if she was a lesbian. Or bisexual. Or curious. She had only developed up top in the last six months, and she had not quite gotten used to the leers and lewd comments from older males. Maybe that is why she preferred being around the girls on the team instead. Most of the boys in her school would tell you that she was too damn intimidating for them to push the issue of sex with her, and she was too nice to everyone for anyone to know whether she was interested in them in the same way. It made for some awkward interactions, of which she never really thought anything herself. This was typical stuff in a small school as far as John Walter was concerned.

John, known as Coach Walter to the girls, quickly developed a good relationship with the whole team. He pushed them. He knew they were working hard. He held everyone accountable, but gave them enough of a chance to learn from their mistakes. There was no screaming, or belittling. He explained what he wanted from them, they tried their best to do it, and that was it. Everything felt good for both John and the team. mecidiyeköy escort They had spent a few weeks going at each other in practice, and in two days they would have the chance to scrimmage another team. They’d be going to Carroll High School, a much larger school on the outskirts of the big city. They had never been to the recently opened school but were looking forward to the opportunity. They were going to be leaving a little earlier than they probably needed because of the threat of traffic as they got towards the city. Normally the hour drive was pretty easy, but the Friday scrimmage at 6pm might lead to some traffic issues.

“Coach?” Jessica quietly asked at the end of practice.

“Yeah, Jessica. What’s up?” responded John.

“I’m sorry, but is there any way I can meet the team at the scrimmage? I have a visit planned to a college in the city, and I am not sure I can make it back to the school on time for the bus. If that’s not okay, I can reschedule my visit or cut it short.” Jessica was nervous as she talked to Coach Walter, not wanting to cause an issue with him or the team.

She really didn’t need to worry about either. John was happy that she had taken the initiative to start the conversation with him, and her team knew she was a hard worker who did not make excuses. “Of course, Jessica. It doesn’t make sense for you to do anything but meet us there. We’ll see you there.” He knew he was blessed as a coach to have her skills and commitment on the team, and he did not want to make her feel bad about the situation.

Friday came quick. John had put the seniors in charge of making sure the equipment got packed and put on the bus. Melissa and Marie took charge without Jessica there. John was as nervous as he had ever been. Even though he had played sports in high school, and this was just a scrimmage, he had tremendous butterflies building in his stomach. The ride over did nothing to help that. The closer they got to the new school, the more he felt it. He nervously sipped his bottle of water. In fact, he did so until it was gone. This presented a new problem for the coach. He now had to empty his bladder. And soon.

They pulled into the school, and were met by the Athletic Director. He talked with Coach Walter, letting him know where the locker rooms were and that they were open. Coach Walter thanked him, and told the team to gather the equipment and he would be right back out to lead them to the locker room. They could tell he was nervous, and about to pee himself. Melissa looked at him, with the team nearby, and said “Coach, don’t think about waterfalls! Or a faucet dripping!” He wanted to laugh, but was afraid he would piss himself. The rest of the team did not refrain. He ran off into the school to a chorus of belly laughs

He high tailed it into the school, down the hallway, and into the locker. Like a lot of schools, the opposing team used the other gender’s locker room. He saw the urinals in the corner and made a bee line for them. Pants unzipped, he pulled his member out to get the relief he needed. He had a chance to laugh to himself, thinking about the team laughing at his predicament. He sighed, still unloading the contents of his water bottle, and turned his head to the side to take in the new school’s locker room facility. And that’s when his world changed.

The Athletic Director had opened the locker room about five minutes before the team had arrived. He had done so only because Jessica had arrived and asked him to allow her in. Recognizing her letter jacket, he showed her to the room and opened the doors for her. She planned to change, and work herself through a quick ball handling work out before the rest of the team arrived. She put on her Bluetooth headphones, and unbuttoned her shirt. Oblivious to the world around her, she laid the shirt on the bench and unsnapped her pants. Jessica shimmied the pants down her rear end, and then stepped out of them. She bent at the waist, picking her pants up to fold and place with her shirt. Because she had her headphones playing music, she did not hear the gasp of her coach.

When John had sighed relief and turned his head, he saw the most beautiful image of perfection he had ever seen. Jessica, bent at the waist, in profile to him. He gasped. Almost panicked. “What do I do? My career is over!” He thought to himself as she picked up her pants and put them on the bench. If she turned to her right, she would see the urinal he was currently using. Thoughts of panic were replaced with lust as she moved her hands up to undo her bra. John was in awe. His penis responded in kind. It was growing. And growing. And growing. In about fifteen seconds, he had reached his maximum length of just under seven inches. He watched as she slid the bra off her front and then stuck her thumbs inside her waistband of her underwear. She pushed those down, bent slightly at the knees and waist and removed them.

Lucky for John, her head was down. She turned his way, looking at the ground etiler escort into her bag, giving him his best view yet. It was less than a second, but seemed like forever to him. Her breasts were spectacular, sitting high with very little sign of gravity having any effect on them. There were stretch marks on the sides, lightly showing the tremendous growth that had occurred in the last few months. Her nipples were erect, due to the chilly temperature in the unoccupied locker room. There was a slight brown tint to her nipples and areola. They looked fantastically proportioned for her large breasts’ size. Looking down her body, he could see the definition of her abs. There was a well-defined “V” of her stomach and hip muscles leading into her pubic area. She had a small amount of brown hair, trimmed but not shaped. Her mound was slightly puffy, and John could see just the hint of her inner lips.

She bent down, picked up her sports bra and panties. As she slid her sports bra down and over her large breasts, John knew he had to get out. He was finished with his original purpose of using the urinal, and tried to tuck his now erect penis back into his underwear and pants. It didn’t fit well, but he did what he could. He backed up slowly, tying not to draw attention to his movement. She finished with her panties, and proceeded to put on her jersey and shorts. He was already gone by then. As Coach Walter walked out of the locker room to go meet his team outside, he tried to position his cock so it was not as noticeable. He hit the doors leading outside. He told the girls to follow him as he led them back to the locker room. They met Jessica outside the locker room. While she was greeting the team, Marie thought she noticed a slight growth in her coach’s pants. Not seeing any other restrooms nearby, Melissa began to silently wonder where the coach had relieved himself and how long Jessica had been dressed.

*****

The scrimmage went like a blur for the team. The girls played hard, found some things to work on, and ultimately came out of it feeling great. For Coach Walter, it was also a blur. Only because every time he would look on the court at his team, he would see his point guard Jessica and envision her naked from the encounter in the locker room. He couldn’t get it out of his head. It was so bad that he had to sit down on the bench a few times in order to hide his semi hard on. The only thing he was certain of was that Jessica had not seen him, meaning he wouldn’t have to prepare for a new job outside the realm of education.

After the game, the girls changed out of their uniforms and started to shower. The twins, Marie and Melissa, were not shy about their bodies. They paraded around the locker room, talking with different players, while nude. They went to the shower. Most of the rest of the team, including Jessica, were a bit more reserved. In fact, Jessica marveled at how free the twins were, strolling around nude in the locker room compared to her. She didn’t like to be seen in less than her bra and panties if she could choose. It just wasn’t in her nature.

“Hey Jess, how did your college visit go today?” Melissa asked as she returned from the shower and started to get dressed. She, like most of the other girls, would be jealous of Jessica’s body if the girl wasn’t so damn nice to everyone. That being said, Melissa and her sister were both attractive and had many of their own suitors. They were each slim, but had nice perky boobs. This fit well with their long and lean bodies, the classic volleyball player style body. Melissa liked to completely shave her pubic hair, while her sister Marie left a blonde landing strip. Both had well defined inner lips that showed between the outer lips of their vagina, but not too significantly. Jessica, sitting on the bench putting on her socks, found herself staring right at the taller girl’s vagina before gradually moving her eyes up to make contact with Melissa.

“It was nice, but I think it is too big of a school for me. Most of the classes I saw had three or four hundred students in them. I don’t know if I can handle that after going to small schools my whole life,” Jessica responded. She knew it was probably a place Melissa or Marie would do well at, but not her. “I think I am going to look more closely at the junior college and a couple of smaller private schools before making up my mind.”

“I don’t think you know how well you could handle it if you gave it a chance. You are talented, gorgeous, and so nice to everyone. You are basically going to fit well wherever you go!” Melissa said, amazed at the girl. “What did you do before we got here? A big workout, study? Take a tour of this giant new school? I am sure you had some time to kill.”

“Actually, I just beat you guys. I finished getting dressed right before you showed up. Not much time to do much else.” Jessica finished the short conversation, grabbed her bag, and left the locker room. Melissa finished getting dressed, interested by the seemingly kağıthane escort innocuous revelation.

The next morning the team gathered for a short practice and film session. Most of the girls had started stretching while Coach Walter was still in his office. When he came out, he noticed that Melissa was wearing just a sports bra with no reversible jersey. It was a chilly Saturday morning, and the school did not run heaters on the weekends unless there were events planned. Melissa’s small chest showed prominent nipples that looked like they could cut glass. Coach Walter did not say anything to her. Or the other girls. He let them stretch and shoot the ball a little. While they were doing that, he went to the HVAC controls and turned the heat up. Hopefully he could solve Melissa’s issue.

After about ten minutes of shooting, he blew his whistle and barked out a drill. The team had run it a few times already in the last few weeks, so they jumped right in. Usually they went with darks and whites for reversible jerseys. Melissa was on the dark team with the other starters, but didn’t have her jersey nearby. She told her sister, and Marie decided to join her sans jersey. Emily, a junior, saw the two and joined in. Jessica and Jamie, another junior, wore their dark jerseys. No one else even noticed or said anything.

The drill was a timed defensive shell drill, practicing movements of the defense in the half court. They had done it enough to practically do it blindfolded. Everyone, including Coach Walter, kinda zoned out. After swapping defense and offense, Coach Walter called out another drill. He had been lost in thought while the girls had built a start of a sweat. He hadn’t noticed the girls without jerseys.

The next drill was a transition drill, with lots of full court running. Fifteen minutes of hell, a race against the clock to score enough baskets. If they did not hit the mark, the team ran another similarly grueling drill. So far, they had hit the mark fairly easily in prior practices. Today, Coach Walter had upped the mark. The girls knew it would be tough, but they were up for it. They didn’t want to run the next drill for not hitting the mark. Coach Walter was shouting encouragement, trying to push the girls. It took about halfway through the drill before he realized the other two girls were just in sports bras.

One basket. One measly basket short. The team was pissed at themselves for not getting the mark. It meant another drill, this time ten minutes. They were already dripping with sweat. This was going to be bad, and Jessica knew it. She was sweating worse than usual and looked at the three girls wearing just sports bras with jealousy. A couple of other girls had the same thought, but acted on it. Jamie ripped her jersey off and threw it to the side. Dana, another senior who didn’t play much, also lost hers quickly thereafter. The drill started. The heat kept pumping out of the ducts. It was getting even warmer, causing the ball to slip out of sweaty hands. A few other girls took their jerseys off and threw them to the side when they had a few seconds of time.

A loss. Another loss. That is what they called it when they didn’t hit the goal. The concept was to punish the team with more running when they lost in order to develop a hatred of losing, thus creating a desire to be winners. It was working. The girls were pissed. Coach Walter had set the goal high to feel this way, to push the girls. He still had their trust, as they were pissed at themselves. They wanted to win. They had another drill to run, final chance. Five minutes.

The mark wasn’t the only thing he set high. The controls on the HVAC system were notoriously wonky, and very difficult to make minor adjustments. It was not digital, and could be hard to get right. He thought he set it to 72, hoping to clear up Melissa’s issue. Instead it was 78 degrees, basically making a sauna of the gym. He also had a new problem. Jessica was the last one to give in, but she finally did. All of the girls were in just their sports bras up top. And the drill was about to start.

Coach Walter thought he had recovered enough from the night before to make it through practice. In fact, he believed he was doing really well. Even after the girls started to take off the jerseys, he was fine. At least he didn’t have an erection. He did not want to force them to put the jerseys back on in fear of drawing more attention to himself. And he really was a good guy, not trying to perv on the high school girls. He continued to shout encouragement at them, avoiding looking at Jessica as much as he could. When the drill was done, he was shocked. They obliterated the mark. They weren’t going to lose. Jessica and the twins had willed them to it.

The emotion they displayed after was the most he had ever seen. Not just high fives and good jobs. Girls screaming, jumping into each other’s arms. You would have thought they had won the World Series or Super Bowl. Jessica let out a guttural yell, rattling the old wooden bleachers in the gym. Marie set both of her hands down low, taking low fives from every one. Coach Walter was not far away, giving his high fives energetically. The girls came through the line, full of sweat. Out of context, it was probably not a good scene. A 20’s something guy at the start of a wet t shirt contest. But they didn’t notice. They were caught up in the emotion.

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“Like what you see?”

At first I don’t even realize he’s addressing me. I hadn’t realized that I was staring, really–hadn’t even considered the idea. Perhaps I was never exactly Monogamist of the Year, but harmless one-time hookups on business trips every few years doesn’t put me in the Mae West category either. Up until he introduced himself I was living in denial: of my total lack of interest in my husband, of his disinterest in me, and of the disappearance of our sex life. I wouldn’t have admitted that each skirt I bought had a higher hemline, or that the stares the scandalous outfits got were the most rewarding sexual interaction I would have for weeks at a time.

More relevant to his question–I wouldn’t have confessed that my religious gym attendance was partly to keep my butt toned for young men’s roving eyes and partly to enjoy a vista populated by sweaty, muscled, half-naked 25 year old men.

I came to terms with all of this rather abruptly in trying to reply. Had I been watching him? Probably. Obviously? He seems to think so. Maybe he’s just outgoing, maybe it’s entirely innocent and I’d missed what he’s referring to.

He smiles at me from behind a drop of sweat about to fall from the tip of his nose. I waste more time thinking that he has cute sweat, and then a few more seconds questioning whether it’s possible for sweat to fall in a sexually appealing manner. All sweat falls at the same speed, why am I fascinated by his?

I get back on track for a second:

“I’m Gina.” Doesn’t exactly answer the question but he got the idea.

I can fatih escort flirt, I swear, but for now I just say my name and promptly drop the towel I’m holding. I duck and blush, swatting post-treadmill stray hairs back into line. As I stand again, his fingertips find my forearm as he laughs.

“I’m Alan.” Assorted witty banter on his part follows. Every ten seconds I repeat:

“I’m sorry, but I’m married and I should really go now, nice to meet you.”

Actually that only happens inside my head. I’m not sure what I’m actually saying but the room gets a bit hazy, possibly twirling a bit, accompanied by my slight dizziness and weakness in the knees. His smile is the only stationary thing so I stare at it, only to keep my balance, not because I’m falling totally in lust with him or anything.

From time to time I catch myself shifting my weight onto on leg, sticking a hip out, leaning back against the wall and arching my breasts towards him, batting my eyelashes. I’m not unnerved that I’m flirting–just alarmed that my body has decided to do so without my permission.

At some point, as I’m caught in limbo between token fidelity and natural instinct, he decides it’s a good idea to kiss me. In the middle of the gym. It starts as a charmingly abrupt first kiss between strangers but suddenly everything between the top of my breasts and my groin is pressing up against him and my arm is clamped around the back of his head. Something stiff is poking me at waist level and I think his tongue is sliding along the inside of bağcılar escort my upper lip. Everything is hot and wet and I need air, and then the kiss is over.

I’m formulating a sentence about the need to continue this somewhere less exposed but, yet again, he’s ahead of me and suggests maybe I need to get some fresh air and offers to walk me outside. At least a couple members of the club are staring and I’ve instantly become the woman who necks in the hallway near the cardio machines, probably for the rest of my life.

My hip is rubbing insistently against his thigh as we head out together; the friction of spandex against my inner thighs and my butt and my nipples is driving me insane. I’m soaking wet between the legs and as everything slides against everything else he puts an arm around me and squeezes my waist.

By the time we get outside I’ve more than decided that I’m ready for this. I want the thing that’s making the bulge in his pants and consequences are not only irrelevant but laughable. In the parking lot, I take out my car keys, we beeline towards the minivan, and we shove each other through the sliding door.

We both have some urgent agendas regarding clothing removal—I let his take priority and my shirt flies off. For a second the kiss pins my head to the van’s seat. Then his bottom teeth are scraping the bottom of my chin and my head rolls back and he dives into my exposed breasts. Who knows where the sports bra is at this point.

I want to feel every inch of him against me. My legs clamp fındıkzade escort themselves behind his back and his crotch slams onto mine. I yelp, nothing dignified, nothing that even qualifies as sexy and animalistic, just the sheer shock and pleasure of someone having great sex for the first time in years. I can feel his hard length sliding up and down my mound, crushing into my lips and clit. There’s nothing deft about any of this, either on my part or his. Our hips have started to shove against each other and neither of us has the presence of mind to merge with the other’s rhythm.

I tear his shorts and boxers away, clutching at the hard throbbing cock. He’s kissing me again, filling my mouth with his tongue and I suck it deeper as I feel my shoes being torn off, the spandex pants ripped downwards, snagging briefly at my knee.

He fucks me. His entry is as abrupt as everything else about the encounter, popping me open and claiming me. There’s no more foreplay, none needed, no inept toying with my clit: he needs to shove into me and satisfy himself. My back arches, legs flop open, I alternate between gasps and screams. The bench seat of the middle row of a minivan isn’t really made for enthusiastic sex—-my limbs are smacking into things and I struggle not to fall off.

The cock is sliding around inside me, not just thrusting but dancing, screwing hard, and my pussy struggles to keep up with him. I’m being stretched, pummeled, and invaded. The orgasm explodes up and down my body and I feel my lips slapping around him, grabbing at him, as he fucks them.

He’s done soon after and collapses on me; we’re wearing matching embarrassed can’t-believe-we-did-that grins. As the heavy breathing dies down he thanks me and offers to hook up any time I want to. I just smile and hang onto him a little longer–I haven’t decided if there will be a next time with him, but will certainly be a next time.

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“He doesn’t suspect a thing. I promise.”

“But he seems to look at me like he knows. I keep waiting for him to say something.”

“Don’t lose control, he has no idea, I would bet my life on it.”

“If your wrong, you already have. You know what he’ll do. You’ve seen him in action.”

“Just stick with the plan. Do you remember?”

“Yes…… I’m not an idiot. I get him into the study. While he is there, I just have to distract him a bit. The patio door will be already unlocked. You’ll slip inside through the doors and wait. When I have his full attention, you step out and club him in the head. Then I open the safe, mess up the room a little, and go down to the club. On the way out I tell him goodnight and you answer as if you were him.’

“Make sure you are seen there. We want you to have a good alibi. The house staff will think he is in there when you leave. That way he is alive when you leave.”

“I know you have everything figured out, but I am still scared, if he ever found out…”

“What’s he gonna do, treat you bad. Not notice you again. All he worries about is his own life. You aren’t very important to him are you? When was the last time he made you feel like you were wanted? Like you were special, like a woman. Does he make you cum the way I do? Do you like the taste of him? Would you beg for him to be inside of you? But ……………… if you are too worried that you’ll upset your perfect life, then I’ll just disappear.”

“No …God Please don’t say that. You know how I feel. I couldn’t live without your touch.”

“And I no longer want to settle for sneaking around and quickies in the back yard, watching for him to come home. I want to be there when you wake up. I want to be with you whenever I have a need for your sweet ass. So just do this and we’ll be on easy street, it can’t fail. Listen to me and we’ll be in your bed by this weekend.”

“I have to go, he is coming down from the bedroom now, I will think of you all day.”

“Just follow the plan, everything will be fine.”

“Good-bye.”

“Bye, Keep it together.”

As she puts down the phone, she wonders. What happened, what went wrong. She can remember a time taksim escort when it was all flowers and bubble baths. Now he hardly ever sees her. She has become an arm dressing, a bauble, something to dangle in front of his friends. She wasn’t the problem, she knew that. He didn’t touch her anymore, unless he was just horny. She had become his whore. She loved him once. He was like a big kid, once. He told her jokes, played guitar and made her feel alive.

Then came the big break, he wrote a few computer programs and they went ballistic. Suddenly there was more money than they could spend in two lifetimes. Well, now it seems like it has been two lifetimes. He’s always working, or hobnobbing, excuse me networking. He doesn’t even play his music anymore. He gets what he deserves…..

On the way to the office he starts to wonder. I guess it has to be me he thinks. I have been very busy. Since I hit big I haven’t had any time for anything. But what does she want. She’s the one that wanted something better as she put it. I can’t be the kid she wants me to be. But he does remember. The feel of her skin, the smell of her hair. The way she licked him and when she got hot, he wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day.

She was a wildcat when she was horny. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t try. She used sex like a gift, she makes you feel like you are the most important thing in the world. Now it’s become a reward, a bone to be given to the obedient servant. She had really gotten into her role as a rich bitch. She was bossy and predatory. Her way or the highway. She had gotten rid of Marie because she though the poor girl was looking at him to much. How many others had she chopped into little pieces. I really do love her. I guess I got what I deserve…….

He can remember every time that they made love in public. The lake, the softball park, even the laundry mat. And of course the bathroom at the high school dance that his good buddy Jeff talked them into chaperoning. Instead of watching the over-sexed high schoolers, they slipped into the bathroom and played in the stall. He went to take a whiz and the next thing beyoğlu escort he knows she is sliding in under the stall door. She was all over him. for over an hour they were sucking and fucking like they should have been one of the kids at the dance. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew even less what to do about it. He only knew it was all going to come to a head soon.

She realizes he would be home soon and then it wouldn’t be long until it was all over. She wasn’t sure if she could pull off the grieving wife but she would give it her best shot. She found herself wishing that this wasn’t happening. She can still remember the old times. The way he held her, the little games they used to play. He was always so tender. His touch would set her on fire. She recalled all the special places, the softball park, the laundry mat, even the high school dance they chaperoned. Of course that night at the lake. Damn that was really special.

Standing on the beach they looked deep into each others souls. He was a wild man, making her cum over and over. She couldn’t stop. He had no limits. He slowly undressed her and when she got nervous, he calmed her with a soft kiss. They made love for hours, exploring every spot on each others body. His hands were tender and warm, his kisses both tickled and sent chills up her spine. The more he touched her the more she needed.

She couldn’t do this. She still loved him, they could make it work, she knew it could be the same as before. She tries to call, to cancel the plans, but no answer. Oh shit, what had she done, how could she stop it without letting him know. The patio doors, she’ll make sure they are locked, then nothing can happen. She starts to go to the study, as she walks in through the door he is there already, he came home early. A quick glance at the patio and she sees that it is still unlocked. Maybe there wasn’t time, after all he was early tonight. She decides just to get him out of the study.

“Hello love,” looking up he asks, “what’s new?”

She tells him, “I was just going to straighten up a bit.”

Smiling he replies, “Never mind that, I have other plans.”

Looking beşiktaş escort around the room she asks, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you know,” laying down a stack of envelopes, “I just want to play a little, You up to it?”

“Uh….yes……of course.” She knows she needs to get him out of here. “Let’s go upstairs and get comfortable.” She reaches out and takes his hand, but he pulls her to him. Wrapping his arms around her.

“I’m pretty comfortable right here, come on, for old times sake, wanna fuck on the floor, in front of the fireplace?” He starts to kiss her neck.

She starts to panic, they have to go, it could happen any minute. “Please, let’s go upstairs, I have some special plans. Come on please.” She pulls at his arm but he stays put. He even pulls her back to him, again he starts to kiss her neck. She knows she has to stop him, get him out.

There is a slight sound from the other side of the room. Out of the darkness, a figure steps toward them. In his hands a small bat. He raises his arm as he approaches the embracing couple. Just as the figure’s arm starts to drop, he loosens his grip on his wife’s arms, steps to the side and the bat lands across her forehead. Blood explodes from the gash, and she drops like a stone. He turns from his wife and toward the intruder. He pulls the small gun from under his coat and fires once, twice and the intruder drops in a pool of his own blood.

Now he sets to the task at hand. He opens the safe, luckily her friend had worn gloves, that was decent of him, so he didn’t have to pick the asshole up and place his hands on the safe. He removes some of the money and other papers from the safe. Walks back to her, places the gun in her hand, picks up the phone and dials.

“Hello.”

“Hi. It’s over.”

“I was so scared.”

“Nothing to worry about now, The staff will be back soon, then I will come home at the normal time. Just a robbery that went wrong. She walked in, he hit her, she shot him.” He was glad that she had bought the little automatic now. “I’ll call you later, after all, I’ll need lots of comforting, my wife was just killed by an intruder.”

“I’ll sit right here and wait for your call. I love you.”

“I love you too, Marie. Good-bye”

“Bye”

Putting the phone down he takes a quick look around, and starts to leave, careful not to step in the blood on the floor. He looks back at her, a sly smile on his face. “Next time make sure no one is on the extension.” Then he walks out to his car.

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Okay, so I broke every rule in the book dealing with meeting in the flesh someone that you have been chatting with online. I did all the wrong things and none of the things that you are suppose to do. But then I am fully capable of taking care of me. Maybe that is why I don’t feel that bad about it. At a little over 5 ft 8 and about 260 lbs, I am not a small person. I have been back into kick boxing and free weight lifting for the last 8 months and I have a rather extensive background in self defense training. Having said all that I should tell you what and how this all happened.

It started with a private message, and quickly progressed to email and then to the use of yahoo IMs. TD is his name ( remember me, I am the one that changes the names to protect the guilty). There was just something about the way that he said things that caught my eye and my brain. He is a flirt but is not overly blatant with it. It is done in a clean fun kind of a way. Nothing to overly sexual, but the undercurrent is there. Ladies you know exactly what I am talking about. Men if you don’t then ask please.

Anyway I digress from the real story here. So, if ya’ll don’t mind I will get back on the beaten path. One thing led to another and the next thing you know we were making plans to meet. This is were I started breaking the rules. I don’t do coffee and I don’t do dinner. I want sex. It is as simple as that to me. Why beat around the bush and waste time? Just let me know what you like and let us get to it. But then, I have always been that way about alot of things and not just sex.

We agreed to meet on a Friday night. He figured that he would be here about 9 with the distance that he had to drive. But first, he called me on Thursday night and that is when he found out my little secret( not that it is my little secret anymore, right?). I am auto orgasmic to a point. It can be both a blessing and a pain. Sometimes, I am so bad that all it takes is a look, and at others, a word. He had me on the phone and bam it hit, and hard. I know that he was getting off on hearing me moan and groan. Not touching needed thank you very much. Just talk to me in a whisper and I am off and running. This is what happened with that phone call.

Now here is where it gets really interesting. Real life has a unique way of messing up the best laid plans. He was up until after midnight with escort fındıkzade me on the phone. Then he had a ways to go to get here on Friday night. It took longer than he thought. He called me to let me know that he was going to be late. I was tired and bored by myself so I told him that I was going to take a nap and that if he got here before I got up the door would be off the latch. He said okay, and then hung up.

I took the cordless phone and went to bed. I am one of those people that don’t sleep alot to start with so when I feel sleepy I try really hard to take to advantage of it. Next thing that I know I get a phone call and he says that he is almost to my door. He wasn’t kidding. He was at the door. I heard the door open and close as I was trying to get myself awake enough to answer him. He walked into the bedroom as I was stretching. I can just about imagine what a sight that must have been for him. Especially after the drive that he had made. Me, in the bed, in a sheer white lace underwire bra and a pair of dark blue silk like panties with a gold night shirt on that was completely unbuttoned and open. I said to him that the bathroom was the first door on the right and he immediately headed that way. But then, I would have done the same thing considering the ride that he had.

He came out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed me and that was all that was written. I started to rub his back and neck. He was tired and stiff from the drive and then the next thing that I know I am sliding my hands up his chest under the shirt. I really like to undress a man. There is just something about having my hands on a man’s body that is clothed that makes me hot and bothered.

We started out with oral sex on me and me have alot of small orgasms. Some I am sure that he didn’t know that I had. It then progressed to the condom and missionary position sex which was excellent. He is about 6 and half inches long and very thick. He also likes to watch. I could feel him hitting my g every stroke. He has that upward curve that hits all the right spots just right. The only problem was that with the condom he couldn’t feel alot. I finally stopped him, ( after he had worked up a sweat). He laid down beside me and we were just running hands over each other’s bodies to familiarize ourselves with each other.

One escort vip thing led to another and the next thing that he knew I had my lips wrapped around his cock. Oral sex is something that I enjoy and I proved it to him. Slow long strokes up and down, then a couple of quick short ones, he was laying back with his eyes closed. I licked and very gently sucked his balls. He would breath in sharply every time I would get near his balls so I finally had to ask him what was wrong. He simply said that his balls were extra sensitive. I make it a point to make sure that whoever I am with enjoys what I do to them so that was that except for some very gentle massaging of his balls.

It ended him sinking himself into me repeatedly from behind. I adore doggy style and so does he apparently. He would pull back to the point where just the tip was still inside me and then a long slow stroke in and back out again. It wasn’t long until he was moving faster and the feeling for me was very intense. I begin moving back into him and the more that I moved the faster he stroked. We both collapsed after the orgasms struck and we could breath again.

He was tired and it was easy for me to see what was going to happen next. I allowed him to go to sleep. I am not sure how well he slept but sleep he did and it was a very good thing too. I got up, got rid of the bra, found the panties, and grabbed a old nightshirt to cover myself with. I pulled the bedroom door almost closed behind me. I was up for about an hour and half. That is when I poured him a fresh glass of oj and slipped in put an extra blanket on him and left the oj for him.

I slipped back in and roused him enough to get him to scoot over. back out of the clothes and into the bed. Wrapped around him and feeling his cold back against my tits made my nipples jump to attention. But I just couldn’t bring myself to wake him. Instead I allowed myself to finally drift back to sleep that way. When I woke again we were turned the other direction and I could feel his warm breath down my neck. I could also feel the hard-on that was running up between my butt cheeks.

Now, I am never one to waste a good hard-on so naturally I moved which woke him up. Didn’t take but a couple of minutes before he was on his knees. With me on my side and him straddling my right leg, he was doing those escort halkalı very long, slow strokes which I find so incredibly sensual. This continued until I had enough and another orgasm shook me. He stopped, leaned over me and ask if I were okay. Not speaking, only twisting the sheets with a hand, I simply nodded and he moved back behind me again. I turned and pulled him in close and we both drifted back to sleep.

The next time we woke is when we both decided to play around a little. Sex the way that it should be. Both of us happy and content with the cums so far and if it happens again then great, but if not that is okay too. Didn’t take me long to get him hard again and another condom packet was on the floor. By the way, is it just me or are some of those things damned near impossible to get into? Sorry for the sidetrack, but I have a visual of him standing beside the bed using his teeth to get the wrapping open.

This time it was me on my back, my legs folded Indian style in front of him and him pounding away like there was no tomorrow. Me enjoying it in the same fashion and again a orgasm wracking my body. I think that I get off the most watching a guy watch himself sliding in and out of my wet, hot, sucking, pussy. The look on their face is one of pure bliss as they watch me and the reaction that they are causing. He leaned forward still between my legs on his knees and again asked me if I was alright. All I could do was to nod. He laid for a minute that way and I asked him if it feel good. He replied that he really couldn’t feel much.

“So how big a risk taker are you”? I asked him. Took a second for it to register what I was saying to him. The condom ended up on the floor and Oh My… He slide back into me pussy and then slowly started those very long slow strokes again. I could feel every inch of him. I could feel my pussy twitching and contracting around him. I could also feel the heat and steel like hardness of his cock. The head rubbing against my g spot with every stroke. The juices from my pussy running down my slit and on my crack. I know that he asked me where I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel every jump and twitch so what was I going to say but inside me. I could feel the first hot wave of his cum and then the massive load that he shot deep inside. To say that he collapsed on top of me would be an understatement.

And that my friends is where I will leave this story. Is it true? All or part maybe. You decide. I have never been anything with anyone other than open and honest about my sex life. Again I will say that I practice safe sex, always have and always will. Questions just mail or pm me and ask.

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She stepped out of the shower, surveying her body in the mirror. After six months of steamy IMs, sensuous emails, and even a couple of uninhibited phone calls, she was finally going to meet him in the flesh. Their virtual relationship had been a whirlwind of fantasy that neither one had ever dared explore with anyone else, not even their own spouses. But tonight, they would finally discover if reality lived up to months of fantasy.

They had chosen a hotel that was halfway between their respective towns, and she had arrived first. She wondered if he was feeling the same level of excitement and nervousness as she was. Her sexual excitement had recently grown intensely drawn to the idea of doing things she wasn’t supposed to do, of going against the quiet conservative Midwestern values she had always been taught to adhere to. This tryst, this physical culmination of an online affair was the height of naughtiness that she was able to actually go through with. She thought about all the fantasies they had shared, and wondered which they would begin with while she smoothed lotion over her soft body.

He knocked on the door, and she felt her pulse racing as she moved to open it, not bothering to cover herself. He slipped in, smiled, laughed softly, and barely had time to say hello before she began kissing him hard on the lips, laughing with him. He smelled of sun and wind from his drive, and she inhaled his scent for the first time. Her hands moved eagerly to undress him, trembling with eagerness and desire, while his hands made a quick survey of her flesh.

The appearance of their bodies was not foreign, as they had dared to share photos with each other, another naughty little indulgence of theirs. But the excitement of touching the skin, caressing the curves, fondling the most sensitive places that they had only dreamed about was nothing less than electric. They had to mutually pull away from each others’ hungry hands, not wanting to reach climax so immediately.

She pulled him toward the cushioned high back chair, her hair falling forward on her face as she leaned over to place a pillow on the floor in front of her. She sat on the edge of the chair and swept her hair back, smiling as she took both his hands and pulled him down to his knees on the pillow. She placed his strong hands on her knees, covering them with her own delicate ivory ones.

She guided his hands up her creamy thighs as he gently pushed her legs apart, slowly revealing her sacred secret places. He felt his rigid cock jump at the sight of her dark pink folds of moist skin, and he ached to be touched, to be enfolded in her. But he knew what his first pleasure would be. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, and she returned his look with an inviting smile and barely perceptible nod.

He leaned toward her, following the heady scent of her waiting flesh, his mouth watering in anticipation. She placed her hands gently on his shoulders as his fingers moved closer to her slit. He stroked her velvety skin from top to bottom, circling gently around her hole, watching with delight as her glistening depths began to open up under his first tentative touches. She dug her fingers into his flesh as he tapped gently at her clit, swiftly arousing the bud. He slowly ran his finger between her lips, down one side and up the other, then teased her clit with little circles. She moaned softly, and he knew she was ready.

He felt a drip of slick wetness on his thigh as his cock rested there when he shifted his weight to move closer to her. She wriggled slightly closer to the edge of the chair so that she would be freely accessible to his attentions.

She moaned softly at first then with increasing intensity as he placed his tongue flat against her mons and began stroking her from bottom to top over and over. She grew intensely wet with her own juices as his tongue moved all over her pink and throbbing pussy. He savored her sweet taste as he employed long slow strokes interspersed with short little flicks at her clit, followed by languorous circles, his hands gently kneading and caressing her thighs.

Her passion was increasing so intensely, so rapidly that she couldn’t maintain any self-control. She placed her feet on his shoulders, opening up completely to him and began thrusting her hips at his mouth as he licked and sucked her to amazing heights of pleasure.

He began rocking escort merter his own hips, moving his cock against his thighs, rubbing his head in a small sticky pool that had collected there. He plunged his tongue deep inside her and lapped her juices while she whimpered and moaned and thrashed against his face. He dipped his pinky in her pussy to wet it, and gently slipped the tip into her other hole while his tongue probed deeper into her pussy.

She gasped at this new sensation, and moaned even more loudly as he began stroking her with his pinky in a counterpoint rhythm to his tongue. Her hands flew to grasp the top of the chair and her back arched while her hips began moving faster. He knew she was on the verge, and he couldn’t wait to send her over the top. A flood of ecstasy swept through him at the thought, and he had to take a deep breath as he pulled his tongue out of her.

With his free hand, he slipped one, two, three fingers inside her while his tongue danced on her clit. He had every pleasure spot covered and was driving her insane with the movement of his hands and tongue. He could tell his strokes, swirls, and taps were drawing her closer and closer to orgasm because her moans grew louder and her gasps quicker.

She settled into a brief staccato of whimpers and hip thrusts before she froze momentarily, all her muscles tense and drawn, and then exploded in waves of loud wails and deep thrusts against him. He stroked her inside with his fingers, feeling the strong pulses of her muscles as they seemed to want to pull him in deeper. He matched the strong laps of his tongue to her rolling orgasmic rhythm, drawing out the experience to its fullest, slowing as she slowed, but not stopping. He could sense she wasn’t finished.

She writhed in the chair, her hands still above her head, making her hard nipples stand out even further. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly in a soft O, framed by the mounds of her breasts made slightly dewy with sweat. The sight of his effect on her sent a rush through him that focused his efforts. He stroked with his fingers and licked her clit in circles, slowly, gently, bringing her down from the climax into a state of euphoric pleasure, waiting, waiting for the sign. And there it was…the slight quickening of breath and she began increasing her rhythm and moaning again. This time, he wasn’t making this happen, she was. He let her use his tongue and fingers as she controlled the tempo and rhythm.

She climaxed again, this time with even more intensity and duration than the first. Watching her made him so incredibly aroused, and he had to control himself or he would take her before she had fully finished. And as her moans subsided they were replaced with gentle laughter.

He kissed her quivering pussy. “What?”

“I can’t stop,” she said between gasps, and with a hard arch of her back she was bearing down on his hand and he felt them squeezed by her muscles as her juices slid down his fingers while she climaxed again. He placed his tongue against her clit and moved it slowly as if to calm her while he slid his fingers out of her.

Her moans subsided again into soft little laughs as he looked up to see her smiling at him.

“I think…I think I’m finished…for now,” she giggled sheepishly.

“I’m only just getting started,” he said. He helped her feet down from his shoulders and stood slowly, his cock pointing hard at her. He pulled her up gently, knowing that her legs would be weak, and held her against him as they kissed eagerly. She loved the taste of her juices on his mouth and swirled her tongue around his, sucking and biting gently. While they kissed, he maneuvered them to the bed, never losing bodily contact, their hands all over each other.

Even though he wanted to make love to her all night, he was so aroused from giving her pleasure that he knew he would have to fight hard to hold back, to enjoy her as much as she had enjoyed what he had given to her already. He pulled her onto the bed with him. She was lying on top of him and they were kissing passionately, his cock was pressing between her thighs. She was rubbing her legs and hips against him, eager to take him in.

He rolled them over on their sides and pulled her leg up over his hip. He pushed the tip of his cock into her wetness, then let it slide back and forth taksim escort bayan at her clit, moistening her lips again and again. He did this twice while she ran her hands over his back and arms while her mouth worked on his. The third time he pushed the head of his cock in just a little deeper, and her eager moan almost took him over the edge. She swirled her hips gently with his cock half in her, and he had to pull out again.

He rolled her on her back and nestled his head between her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, trying to hold back the inevitable for a few more moments. She lay there with her legs open, inviting him, and he ached to be deep within her. He rose up on his knees, sat on his heels like he was on the floor, and pulled her hips up hard toward him. She rose up on her legs, spreading them wider as he finally plunged his hungry cock deeply into her throbbing pussy. He slid in all the way to the base, his balls pressed hard against her as if he wanted to push those into her, too. And then he had to start pumping into her, his hands holding up her hips while he thrust his cock all the way to the depths of her, taking her over and over.

He felt his breath growing quicker, he felt the deeply satisfying tingling begin somewhere in his core, spreading new warmth to all his extremities. She felt his muscles begin to tighten, his intensity focus. He pulled out of her long enough to put her hips down and lay fully on top of her. This is how he wanted her, their whole bodies pressed against each other, kissing passionately.

She was watching him closely, waiting for him to open his eyes. As he plunged into her again, she wrapped her arms and legs around him welcoming him into her. She kissed him with lips and tongue and willed him to open his eyes as he made love to her with increasing intensity.

As if he read her mind, his eyes opened to hers, and for a few moments they were completely united, bodies, lips, eyes, souls moving together in perfect harmony. Like an electric charge, the orgasm came upon them both so intensely, so suddenly that their eyes closed and lips parted as they both gasped and cried out. But where they lost contact with eyes and lips, they were joined in a more complete way, beyond mere physical contact. They existed together in that moment in a way that they occupied the whole universe, and the whole universe seemed to exist in them.

As their climactic cries wound down to low moans, their movements melted into slow rolls and their muscles began to unclench. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her again as they settled into post-coital euphoria. They kissed again, this time more deeply and more slowly than before, struggling to bring their breathing back to normal. She began to laugh softly.

“Now what?” His voice hummed against her ear, tickling, making her laugh even harder. He was annoyed for a moment, but then her laughs made her muscles squeeze his sensitive head and he gasped at the shock of the sensation.

“I think…mmmm….I think I still need to…” She wrapped her legs around his hips and took his soft cock securely into her. She rocked her hips against him, head thrown back, her gentle laughs turning again to quiet moans. He closed his eyes, drowning in her moistness wrapped so hungrily around him, moving him so that he began to stir again. He realized that she was using his body for her own pleasure, and suddenly he felt a surge of arousal at the idea that she needed him so badly. She seemed to know instinctively how their bodies should fit together, and he kissed her hard on the lips and neck, whispered encouragement in her ear. It wasn’t long before she had worked up a frenzied rhythm that was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans grew louder as she thrust and bucked under him, bringing him to another full erection. He could tell she was ready, but was holding back as if waiting on him.

“You need this so badly, I want to hear you scream as loud as you want.” His voice was so husky, so full of eagerness and desire that it sent her soaring. She willingly gave in to his suggestion and wailed long and loud, forgetting he was there, forgetting there could be anyone on the other side of the walls. He felt like he could listen to her over and over and it would never fail to excite him more than anything. But he could tell that this escort şirinevler time she was completely satisfied by the way her body went immediately limp after she climaxed.

When she regained consciousness of his body, she knew he wasn’t ready to quit either. She wondered how long they could go on like this, trading off orgasms. She kissed him and grinned as she brought her legs down and rolled him onto his back. She was way beyond any reservations or tenderness she may have felt when they first walked into the room that night. Now she was a sex goddess, and she intended to have her sacrifice. It was his turn to laugh expectantly as she trailed hot wet kisses down his chest and belly. Her hands were all over his arms and chest, stroking and teasing with her fingernails. The urgency of her mouth made him think he was about to be devoured.

She hummed with delight as she brought the full length of her tongue against his slick shaft and licked him hard from base to tip. Their mingled juices on her tongue were like ambrosia and she lapped at him fervently until she had satisfied her cravings. He stroked her hair and watched mesmerized as her pink tongue worked its way over his dark skin.

He shuddered and rolled back his eyes as her wet mouth closed down around his shaft, her lips wrapped around her teeth. He felt her tongue flit and swirl around him as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, always increasing the pressure around his swollen head. She made sure she kept her mouth as wet for him as her pussy had been, and she felt him growing harder and longer as she took him deeper into her mouth.

He tried to lay there and let her have her way, but she was making him so crazy with desire that he had to start thrusting into her mouth. She responded to his increased intensity by cupping and stroking his balls, then squeezing and stroking his shaft while her mouth balanced the give and take of satisfying him. In a moment of excitement, her fingers found their way past his balls to his little puckered hole and teased the soft skin with tapping circles.

His gasps encouraged her so she quickly slicked her pinky in her mouth and began to push into that forbidden opening. Her tongue felt salty slick drops of liquid that told her he was enjoying this as much as she was. Her pinky was stroking and caressing him from the inside, while her mouth and her other hand were stroking hard on his shaft.

She began to moan as she felt the last surges of heat in his cock that preceded his orgasm. She loved having his cock in her mouth because she could feel his orgasm so much more strongly this way. Her mouth was more sensitive than her pussy, and could feel every stage, every sensation of his pleasure. Her moans thrummed in her throat and vibrated on her lips, making her wet mouth the most amazing place he could ever imagine having his cock. She felt the waves of his muscles contracting before she felt and tasted his hot liquid in her mouth.

He was shouting a crazy mixture of vowels and curse words that subsided into puppy-like whimpers while her mouth pulled every last drop from him. She swallowed twice, his cock still in her mouth, and then began licking and sucking him softly as he grew flaccid, making sure she savored every moment.

She kissed his tip softly as she gently laid his cock on his belly and moved up to lie beside him. His eyes were still closed, his breath still shallow, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close as she laid her head on his shoulder and draped one leg across his.

“How are you doing?” he asked softly.

“Much better now, thanks,” she whispered.

Neither one of them said anything for several minutes. They lay there listening to each other breathe, listening to the air conditioner hum, listening to the occasional car drive by on the road outside. She traced abstract patterns in the hair on his chest, and let her fingers wander down around his belly button.

“Know what?” He finally opened his eyes to look at her again.

“Hmmm…what?” She was mesmerized by her pale ivory hand contrasting his tan belly and black hair. Just beyond her hand lay his cock, and she was mesmerized by that, too. She grew warm just thinking about the wonderful sensations that centered around it.

“Reality is so much better than fantasy.”

She looked at him mischievously. “But in our fantasies, you go for hours nonstop.” Her hand moved down and teased him between the thighs.

“Oh…give me a minute.” He pulled her face up to his and kissed her passionately, stifling her soft laughs. And he was true to his word, as she found out after she returned his kisses for another minute.

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Note to readers: This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I would love to hear any and all comments (positive and negative), just as long as they aren’t blatant bashing. All characters are over the age of 18 and any similarities to real life people is completely coincidental. So now, I hope you enjoy.

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Josh was the kind of guy everyone loved to spend time with; he was funny, charismatic, genuine, and cared about those around him. He was about 6’1″ tall and 250 pounds; so he had a little extra padding. He worked as a Certified Nursing Assistant at a local hospital on their Orthopedics floor. He lived in a small one bedroom apartment that kept bills low so he could have some money available to enjoy himself a bit on his days off. Enjoying himself usually consisted of playing pool, hitting up the local sports bars or strip clubs, and sitting at the beach to read. What it did not consist of very often, unfortunately, was getting laid.

With a slightly fluffy build to his body, Josh already felt a bit self-conscious about how he looked. Add to that a barely average penis length, and you don’t exactly get Captain Confidence zooming around to woo the ladies. What you get is a man who masturbates daily and slowly loses contact with the opposite sex. Until medical intervention decides to step in and take control; with the help of some pure dumb-luck.

Josh had just finished his fourth twelve hour shift for the week. Looking forward to a straight four days off, he went about his normal end of work routine: get home, shower, grab a beer, make a sandwich, and browse TV. While taking his shower, the sudden urge to pee came upon him. Since he was in the shower, Josh decided to let it flow and wash it down the drain (why waste water on a toilet flush). But this was not like most times, for as he started trying to push, and explosion went off right behind where his penis is located and he couldn’t pee. Pure, unadulterated pain coursed through his pelvic region and he still hadn’t urinated yet.

Knowing a thing or two about basic self-diagnosis (and just not wanting to see a doctor unless absolutely necessary), he figured the pain was probably due to a UTI (urinary tract infection). Given that he usually doesn’t drink a lot of water while working (if you’ve worked in a hospital, you know you don’t have time) and can’t remembering actually urinating at all in the last 14 hours, he figured he just needed to drink a ton of water and let it flush itself out. So over the next hour or two, he drank several large glasses of water; and he finally was able to pee. It hurt like hell, but he did it.

The next morning, he awoke to the slight pain and urge to pee again. As he was draining the bladder, he noticed the pain was a little worse. Fearing the infection might be getting worse, he decided to go to a local Urgent Care clinic to get this sorted out. Not even bothering to eat breakfast, he dressed, brushed his teeth and was out the door and at the clinic within 45 minutes of waking. As he signed the check-in list, he was surprised he didn’t see a receptionist. Not thinking much of it, he decided to take a seat in the completely deserted waiting room and wait for his turn.

Ten minutes later, the doctor came out to get Josh and he was finally able to get a good look at her. Strawberry-blonde hair was neatly placed into a loose pony tail behind her head. Two grey/blue eyes were perfectly framed by a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop a cute little button nose. The lips seemed almost perfect, not too puffy, but still had some definition to them. The lab coat being worn only hinted that the body beneath it would be as desirable as imagined. And then she spoke, “Josh, please come on back.” A bit anticlimactic, but at least she didn’t sound like a person with a three pack a day habit after 40 years.

Once in the exam room, the doctor said, “Have a seat on the table and tell me a bit about why you’re here. The check-in sheet was left blank in that particular spot.”

“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really,” Josh began. “I just got done working four days in a row over at the hospital and I have a tendency to not really drink much water during my shift. And I sometimes forget to rehydrate once I get home. Last night when I got home, I tried to pee and felt a horrible pain just behind my penis in my pelvis. This morning I tried peeing again and I had the same feeling, but the pain was maybe a bit worse.”

“Sounds like a typical UTI, what did the urine look like?”

“Amber colored and kind of cloudy.”

“No difficulty actually urinating though, right? Just the pain?”

“Actually, now that you mention it, I wasn’t able to actually pee at first last night. It just hurt really badly and I had to drink a lot of water in order to go. It still hurt horribly, but I was able to go.”

The doctor thought for a minute, “The paper says you’re only 26, correct? Have you ever had your prostate checked?”

“No. escort levent I didn’t think I needed to worry about that until I was around 40.”

“Usually, I would agree; but I think we should take a look now in order to rule out any other complications. Would you mind dropping your pants for me so I can take a look?”

Before he could stop himself, Josh blurted out, “If I had a nickel for every time a cute chick has ask me that . . .”

With a lopsided, quirky smile, the doctor asked, “How much would you have?”

Blushing slightly, Josh admitted, “About 5 cents if you include today.”

“Keeping on topic, but changing the subject matter slightly, when was the last time you had intercourse?” asked the doctor, switching back into professional mode like it was as easy as flipping a dial.

“With someone else? About 6 months ago.”

“Assuming you masturbate, have you ever felt pain when ejaculating?”

“Considering I don’t even do that much anymore, I’ve never felt any difference.”

“When was the last time you ejaculated at all?”

Josh thought back, “About three weeks or so ago.”

Whistling with a look of astonishment, “Wow, that’s quite a while. Well let’s make sure nothing else is going on other than a UTI. Would you mind turning around and bending over the table slightly?”

Pulling his underwear down and doing what the doctor asked, he got ready for the inspection. Hearing the doctor put on the gloves, she began to describe what she was doing. “I’m just going to apply a little lubricant to the anus and insert one finger while palpating your prostate. You might feel a little discomfort, but let me know if there is any pain like you felt before. I know this is easier said than done, but try to relax as much as possible.”

Up until this very day, Josh had never had anything pass through his rectum other than crap. Now standing in this room, alone with this gorgeous woman as she’s about to stick a finger up his ass, he couldn’t help but think, “This is the most action I’ve gotten in months.”

“Alright Josh, try not to tense up while I am performing the rectal exam; it will only increase the overall discomfort.” And with that said, she started slowly inserting her finger into Josh’s asshole. Even though Josh has never gotten enjoyment out of the thought of ass-play, he can’t help it when his dick starts responding in a very filling manner. Hoping she doesn’t notice his rising problem, he doesn’t’ realize she is actually squatting behind him with a perfect view of what is happening as a result of her exam.

After a couple minutes, the doctor feels what part of the problem might be. With finger still inserted, she says, “Josh, I think I’ve found part of the problem. Your prostate seems to be a bit enlarged.”

Suddenly worried, Josh forgot all about his erection. “Enlarged?!?!?! What do you mean? Am I sick? How can we fix it?”

“Josh, I want you to relax. Given the information you’ve given me, I want to try something out before we order bigger tests and consult another doctor. You told me you haven’t ejaculated in several weeks; I think that might be part of your problem. The prostate creates the majority of what you see when you ejaculate. If you’ve been producing that, but not excreting it, it may have backed up and caused a minor blockage in one of the ducts or tubes.”

Still worried, “What can I do? Is there a medication for this? Do I need surgery?”

With finger still firmly placed against Josh’s prostate, the doctor says, “What I have to suggest may seem a little unorthodox, and possibly unethical; but I assure you this is the easiest thing to try before ordering any lab work and having you visit a urology specialist. What I want to try is manually express your prostate while you ejaculate in an attempt to dislodge any possible plugs.”

Josh never realized how his vocal filter is turned off when he has a finger in his ass, “You mean you want me to cum while you’re fingering my prostate?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. I also want to ensure you are producing the proper amount of semen and that there are no issues with the fluid itself. Sometimes that can be an indicator of further problems.”

“Alright, I’m game if it’ll help. What do I need to do?”

“Well, since I need to be back here with my finger on the button so to speak, I’ll need you to hold the collection dish so I can inspect your semen. Since I already have gloves on both hands, I can also masturbate you. Unless you wanted to take care of that yourself?”

“No, by all means. Have at it.” Josh said a bit too quickly. “You’re the one that needs to know when to express my prostate.”

“Just try to relax and let me know if there is any pain.”

With that Josh felt the doctor’s other hand reach between his legs and wrap itself around his cock. Because of the fright from what she told him, Mr. Winky had diminished considerably. Now it was starting to grow back to escort bayan its full length. As the doctor expertly maneuvered Josh’s penis, he couldn’t help but think of how hot this whole situation was right now. Sure, he was just told something might be wrong with his prostate. But he had one of the hottest doctors he had ever seen jacking his dick right now while she fingered his ass.

“Doc, I think you might need a little lubrication on your hand there. The glove is starting to hurt a bit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have thought of that. Let me put some of the lubricating jelly on there.” And she started looking around for the package of lube she used to insert her finger in his ass. When she found it, she realized she had used the full contents of the small, single-use tube when initiating the rectal exam. “Unfortunately I used all the lubricant on my other finger and I only brought the one tube of jelly with me. Are you sure you’ll need it much longer?”

“I don’t know doc. If there is no lube on it, it might take forever. I usually just spit on my hand when I’m at home, but my mouth is bone dry right now.”

“Well, I really want to get this sample out of you and see if that helps. I guess I can try spitting on it. Turn around a little, but be sure you don’t move too fast; I don’t want my finger to dislodge from there and me have to find a way to re-lubricate THAT.”

As Josh turned slightly, he realized hear face was at perfect level of his dick. She tried getting a big glob of spit and dropping it over top of his dick, but missed by a quarter of an inch to the right. “I’m not sure how you do this without missing all the time.”

Josh replied, “I usually just lick my hand and jack. . . masturbate. That provides enough lubrication for me to rub one out. Umm . . . I mean, finish masturbating.”

The doctor though about it for a second or two, “well, I’m already crossing some lines by masturbating him in the office. I guess I can provide some oral stimulation in order to ensure proper lubrication.” And with that, she surprised Josh by placing her mouth fully around the head of Josh’s cock.

“Holy shit doc, what the hell?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything Josh, but I figured this would be the easiest way to provide the proper amount of lubrication in case multiple applications need to be provided. But, you have to let me know when you’re about the ejaculate so we can put the collection dish in place and catch that sample.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m about done.” And the doctor continued bobbing on Josh’s dick all while massaging his prostate. Josh couldn’t believe his luck. He woke up this morning thinking he may have a UTI and now he’s getting his dick sucked by a hot doctor. He was actually starting to really enjoy the finger part too.

Josh did, however, have to continue to fight the urge to grab the back of her head and skull fuck her. How he had lasted this long was a mystery to him considering it had been about 6 months since another person had seen him naked, let alone put his dick in them. He decided to look down and see what it looked like from an aerial perspective; and boy was he glad he did.

First thing he noticed was how the tops of her breasts were visible from this angle because of the V-cut to her scrub top and jacket. The two mounds of milky flesh just beckoned to him as his over-sexed brain was imagining what he would do to them. He then realized the doctor’s eyes were closed and, unless he was seriously mistaken, she was completely getting into this blow job. Not only was her actions getting more fluid and loose, but her breathing was getting deeper and jagged. All of a sudden she took the entirety of his dick in her mouth and felt the head rub against the back of her throat. As he felt a shudder run through HER. He then noticed the skin on chest and tits began to cover in goose pimples.

And she moaned. Just as she pulled her mouth back up to the head of his cock, she let out a deep, guttural moan that seemed to emit from her very core. Then she looked up into Josh’s eyes and the professional was gone. This was the look of a woman that needed this just as bad as Josh did. While she continued to passionately bob up and down on his cock, she was fucking his asshole with her finger. Every now and then she would shove that all the way in and tickle his prostate while flicking her tongue across the head of his dick.

Josh was in amazement. Never before had he felt such unimaginable euphoria as he was feeling at that moment. The culmination of all these new sensations was quickly driving him towards the point of no return. Just as the doctor was burying her nose in his patch of pubic hair, he warned her he was going to blow soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled off of his dick and started massaging the prostate in earnest.

“Get that sample dish ready, I’m hoping for a big load here.”

Almost too late, Josh moved the collection escort maslak dish to the tip of his penis. Just as the dish got into place, he felt the juices making their journey down the length of his dick. Unfortunately they were traveling a little too fast and missed the dish altogether, hitting the doctor on the side of the neck. The next 2-3 ropes of cum landed perfectly in the collection dish. After that, it was just small amounts coming out as the doctor slowly pumped the rest along the length of Josh’s cock.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Josh. I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t know what came over me.”

Once again, Josh couldn’t help himself, “According to what’s dripping down your neck, I would say I did.”

Wiping her gloved hand across the side of her neck, she felt the initial glob of Josh’s semen smear across her skin more than actually wiping off. As she did this, she couldn’t suppress the sudden chills of excitement that raced down her spine and straight to her sopping wet pussy. “I haven’t even touched myself and I almost came,” she thought. Thinking solely about the veritable swamp growing in her scrub pants, she completely forgot about the other index finger; still firmly planted in Josh’s once virgin asshole.

“Doc,” feeling the quivering of her finger from her quasi-orgasm, “you might want to think about removing your finger or you might just get another sample.”

Returning to reality, the doctor noticed Josh’s penis had only drooped slightly. “You’re still partially erect? Does this happen often?”

“No,” Josh replied, “But I also usually don’t have someone’s finger in my ass as she kneels in front of it.”

“Uh, right. Well, is there any pain coming from your prostate as I massage it now?” As she said this, she started slowly stroking Josh’s prostate with the still well lubed finger.

Answering with an involuntary groan of euphoria, Josh’s dick never even reached half-mast. As this busty doctor started rubbing in his rectum, Josh’s cock started rising back to full attention once again. Josh couldn’t help but wonder whether this was for another sample, or purely for the doctor this time. “Was the first sample not enough doctor? It seems to have filled the dish here.”

Taking the dish from his hands, the doctor said, “Well, it appears you built a greater supply than would normally be seen. And I, uh, want to make sure that all of it, the semen I mean, is drained. So we can start from a baseline. In order to complete this, I think you should give one more load. I mean to say, we should have you ejaculate, at least once more during this visit.”

Josh couldn’t believe what he just heard. “You mean you want me to cum again? But I don’t see another sample cup. Where am I gonna cum?”

Slowly pulling her finger from Josh’s asshole, she couldn’t help but smile. “Josh, I think we can drop all pretense of what this has turned into. It may have started out innocently enough, but it has definitely turned into something completely different. My only regret is that I can get into serious trouble for this. I could lose my license and not be allowed to practice as a doctor anymore if an ethics committee were to catch wind of something like this.”

With the finger finally free from his ass, he leaned back against the exam table. “Then I guess we should make it worth our while to ensure no one actually catches wind of anything.” Lifting the doctor to her feet, Josh couldn’t help but pull her into a deep kiss. Putting up no resistance, the doctor welcomed his kiss with a hunger and passion she had missed. As their tongues battled for dominion, the two frantically started pulling at the doctor’s clothes, starting with the exam gloves to which she had grown accustomed.

Separating lips long enough to pull off her scrub top, the doctor dove back in to continue the most erotic kiss she had experienced in at least three years. Josh, however, had two new toys that seemed to demand the attention of his hands. Feeling the bra covered breasts, Josh couldn’t help but want to see them completely uncovered in all their glory; so he reached around back and unsnapped the clasp. Slipping the bra from between them, Josh tossed it aside as he broke the kiss to bend down and devour these two perfect specimens.

It was now the doctor’s turn to lose control of her verbal filter, “Oh shit, suck my nipples. Fuck, I missed that.” And enjoy it she did, reaching down to cup her dripping snatch. While Josh worshipped her tits, she drove two fingers straight into her pussy to give her g-spot the same treatment she gave Josh’s prostate just minutes ago. She didn’t even go slow to savor it, with all the build-up from the blow job, she just wanted to cum.

While one hand furiously rubbed on her internal love button, she guided Josh from one tit to the other. Josh just kept on licking, sucking and nibbling on those hard nubs at the end of these two perfect tits. As his mouth continue the tit worship, his hands were rubbing her smooth, round globes know as her ass cheeks. As he rubbed her ass, he couldn’t help but massage the same hole she had just finished probing on him. Moving his finger toward the front, the doctor’s pussy provided ample lubrication for him to start probing her ass.

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The first time I saw her I wanted her. Her hazel eyes were framed with chestnut hair, and her lips were so plump I knew I could take a bite and taste sweet juice from them.

I talked professionally to her, as she was a customer (but a very hot customer). We met several times, always leaving me hard, but never beyond friendly. She was in school, working on a secretarial degree, and her husband of only a year had died, leaving her enough money, but barely.

We discussed the fact that without experience no one would hire you, and you couldn’t get experience until someone did. Then my secretary told me her husband had been transferred; tears all around, she was good at her job, but suddenly I needed a person just like Sharon. She was so thrilled when I offered it, she jumped up and hugged me. Those tits were every bit as big as I had thought and pondered and dreamed.

Now we were alone every day; between clients, true, but there’s always a few minutes here and there, and lunch. (Everybody’s gotta eat, right?) I believed the eye contact was longer, the smiles bigger, the flirting more often. Maybe. But there was a new husband, and a wife at my house. A wife who made it clear she wanted my hands off her ass that we were adults and all that sex was for teenagers dating, not married adults. Funny, I thought it was the reverse.

We talked. She was totally an innocent virgin when she married straight out of high school, as was her husband. Sex was not nearly as much fun as she had hoped, and every bit as much a duty as her mom had told her it would be. Then hubby had turned up with Cancer, and died quickly, leaving her in limbo. Not in College, not working, without any single friends; isolated.

Work itself gave us endless subject matter — a new copier neither of us could figure out. What color to paint the bathroom? Through all of it, I felt an easier and more comfortable rapport, a growing level of trust, both ways.

Finally I had a new computer with some new software, and going in to work on a State Holiday sounded like more fun than hanging with the bitch at home. Would Sharon be interested in some overtime? Non-mandatory overtime, to learn the new system together? She would indeed.

No customers, doors locked, no answering the phones. She walked in with escort bakırköy the tiniest shorts I had ever seen, and a loose blouse that gave her boobs lots of space to bounce. My dick was so hard I couldn’t stand up, and had to motion her over beside me. The smell of her was way distracting, and I couldn’t teach or learn the system.

Finally I suggested a holiday drink –neither of us used much alcohol — and we touched glasses, and then hands, and then my hands slid around her wrists and pulled her in, with no resistance, and she responded as eagerly to my kisses as I had hoped. She had this way of sucking in my lower lip and biting gently that drove me wild.

Soon we lay upon the couch, licking each other’s faces and confessing the attraction we had both felt from the start. Why didn’t you TELL me? Why didn’t YOU tell ME? And more, what do we do now? We’re both married and have families, kids; we can’t just elope.

For six months things got hotter week by week. I started rubbing her neck while she answered the phone, and she would lick my ears while I tried to type an e-mail. I started gently massaging her butt when she was standing, and letting my hand slip down under her blouse to tweak a nipple; especially fun if she was trying to sound professional to a caller.

We started spending lunches in the office crawling all over each other, but still… her husband had had a vasectomy, my wife was on the pill. How did either of us explain condoms, or God forbid, a pregnancy. One afternoon we used up four hours undressing each other and touching and caressing, but I couldn’t put it in, and I couldn’t put it away.

One other hitch.

Sharon had never had an orgasm. Her husband wanted sex therapy, and she was afraid it would either give her away or at a minimum force her to spend more time in bed with his often drunk and malodorous self, berating her for ‘not responding.’ She might not cum, but she could soak the couch through blue jeans. She was not dead.

I took her sailing on a day when ‘others’ would be along, but somehow no one else would up there, and then we had even more privacy and bunks. I brought condoms; we used five. She cried, but they were tears of knowledge that we couldn’t go backwards.

Then we had a year şişli eskort of happy times; happy at work, anyway. One day she canceled the hour before lunch but didn’t tell me. I opened the door to have her hurl me into the couch to show me the red panties she wore just for me. I could slide into her by pushing them aside, and I did. And a little later I took them off and slid in again.

Bad times came when her family and my job forced us apart. I had another secretary, but she just worked there. Then I had to move with my job, and I thought I’d never see Sharon again.

Five long years passed, and by magic, business pulled me back to the same town. I called her up, on a chance; she said we could do lunch, and I shrugged; it would be good to see her again anyway. She lasted five minutes in my motel room, before I had her naked on my bed, riding me cowgirl like we had never stopped.

We knew then we had to continue. My marriage was gone, hers was on life support. I found a reason to get back to the area, and she met me in a resort. We went a little slower then, we had three nights.

I lay across the bed, face down, as she massaged my back, straddling my right leg. I loved her touch, but then I felt the heat and the wetness on my thigh, and read her mind. I spun around and entered her with so much energy that I left teeth marks on her breasts and ass. We didn’t care who saw them. I was amazed at the amount of fluid she could produce, and told her so. She said you don’t understand I haven’t been like this for five years; she thought she would never make real love again.

I had my goals set out. First I got her accustomed to being naked with me, then to my mouth between her legs, and to the feel of my hardness in her hands and mouth and cunt.

The next time we met she brought a ‘sexy nurse’ costume to wear for me, and I brought butt plugs. The costume didn’t last long, the butt plugs fit but weren’t her favorite. What she liked was doggy style, so I put her on her hands and knees as often as I could catch my breath.

One day I bought an orange, and we peeled it and ate it one section at a time, held between our lips as nectar spilled all down our faces and throats. Then I spilled a little nectar of my own to mix with hers, and we escort beşiktaş did it all again.

I rode her in the knee-chest every time, even though she protested that the others were fine as well, but I listened to her body. The fourth time I fucked her like a bitch in heat she spasmed and fell to the bed beneath me. I thought I had hurt her, but all she said was My God, So That’s What I’ve Been Missing!

I have her trained now. When my lips meet hers she wets her pants. In fact, she soaks them on the way to meet me. We like to kiss, so we do that for a long time, usually until our lips are mauled, but our hands stay busy, too. She often ‘forgets’ her panties when we have to get food, and she likes to remind me of that fact when I’m doing something else, like driving, where touching her is difficult — not impossible, just difficult. I’m what’s hard.

When I push her over face down she raises her bottom in anticipation, and I push into her warm wet place with all my might. I hump until she collapses in ecstasy, and then I wait until she is coherent again and fuck her some more.

Last time we were together I let her lick my cock, and she bobbed her head up and down my shaft until I thought I would go insane. Her lips skated around my purple head as if I had a candy cane for her, and she took me so deep within her throat that I disappeared into her face. I had to fist myself, I couldn’t wait, but I shoved my abergine plum back between her bruised and swollen lips before I burst, filling her mouth over and over with all the thick white rope I had stored. She never broke eye contact, and she swallowed every drop, finishing with a sultry lick of my last drops from her surfaces, and then a lick to my wilting glans. I tried to rise, I struggled for a moment, and then I shuddered in defeat.

She knew I wanted anal the last go ’round, but we remained too pressed for time and space, and our one attempt was doomed from the start. Too many other things to do! Now she knew I wanted to bury myself deep within her anus, but she was scared. Even the butt plugs did not convince her that she could handle my size back there. She let me lube her up, while she participated in oiling my penis, and then I tried to put it up her ass. We haven’t mastered that yet, I am quite thick, and she has never experienced back door glory before. I am a patient man, however, and we can fix that problem.

My newest difficulty lies with my new wife. She knows of Sharon, and approves; she likes to hear the details. But she wants to watch, and Sharon doesn’t want to share.

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Walking down the barely illuminated street, I saw her step out of the bar. She was half a block away and I had not seen her for almost two years but I knew her on sight. I casually strode up wondering if she would remember me. She had not yet seen me, the focus of her attention being the front door to the bar. The expression on her face communicated exasperation. The expression on mine said otherwise.

“Julie?” I asked, feigning the question.

“Oh…oh, hi…how are you?” she enthusiastically asked, a smile creeping across her face as she recognized me.

“Fine. Are you ok? You look upset.” I replied.

“I’m ok, ” she said, “I just lost my friend. She was my ride. She started talking to an ex, told me to meet her here and has not come out. I think she went out the back door with him- dumb move on her part, but that is her business.”

“Why don’t you go in take a quick look around and if she is not in there lets get a drink.”

Julie went and surveyed the crowd. Minutes passed but I was willing to wait. We had worked together in the same office for a couple of years. She was a few years older than me and married but often on the outs with her husband- constantly fighting, occasionally separating and reconciling; at last count it was over, but who really knew.

During the time we worked together, we had a friendly working relationship infused with an underlying sexual tension which we never directly address but hinted at with subtle flirtation. I would see her seeking to catch glimpses of me as I walked by her office doorway. She would comment on my appearance and physique, flirting and teasing me about who I was dating, asking me if they kept me satisfied.

Maybe I was a bit ‘stiff’ because of the office environment, but she being married and we working together, well I was generally wary. Sure I flirted back, but in general I tried to keep a degree of professionalism so nobody could question my behavior.

People would comment to me that it was obvious I intrigued her. I cannot deny the interest was mutual, although I never acknowledged it to anybody. Her personality was addictive- upbeat, quick with wit and always seeking lighthearted banter- just a fun person to be with. Physically she was the prototypical 5 foot 5 inch buxom brunette with an hourglass figure. Her face was very attractive- large brown doe like eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, small upturned nose and distinctive raised cheekbones all framed by black straight shoulder length hair, olive skin, and, well… she knew how to dress, and to my liking. She preferred high heels which accentuated her muscular calves, skirts just above the knee to reveal enough leg to gain a man’s attention, blouses or dresses that revealed some, but not a lot, of her hefty cleavage. Yes, her body alone drove me crazy. Self preservation kept me distant.

Her husband was said to be, lets just say ‘erratic’. The last thing I needed was him on my doorstep at the wee hours of the morning wanting to ‘discuss’ the matter. So, I refrained, even when they were separated just in case they reconciled. Eventually, I left the company. That was a couple of years ago and I had not seen or spoken with her since…

Julie came out alone. “No luck?” I asked.

“No, lets get out of here. Buy me that drink,” Julie said slightly disgusted.

“Sure, ‘Drink Up, Get Down’?” I asked suggesting the bar.

“Where?” she asked.

“Never been? This way,” I said pointing down the street.

We entered the bar- a roof top martini bar and techno dance club basement. I suggested the roof. We walked up the stairs, my eyes surveying her still beautiful bare legs as she ascended with each step. A large bar stood in the middle of the roof. Surrounding the roof were tents intermittently placed along the edge of the roof top. The sides facing into the bar area were usually drawn closed. From within, one could look out at a great view of the city. Rather than going to the bar, Julie chose to sit in an empty tent. Immediately a waitress came to attend to our needs.

“What will it be?” she asked. I looked at Julie suggesting she should order first.

“I do not know- I have never had a martini. Order for me please,” she asked.

“Well then, for the lady a chocolate martini. For me, the classic with olives,” I said.

“Be right back,” the waitress replied. Julie eyed the waitress as she left, “Cute, isn’t she?” she asked baiting me.

“She is ‘ok’,” I replied brushing the question aside, “tell me, how has life been treating you?” We engaged in the usual small talk catching up until the drinks arrived. She had become a manager at an insurance company’s claims department. Nothing else had really changed except she finally divorced her husband. Her kids were grown and away at school. She was living by herself enjoying life and the freedom from time and obligation.

The drinks arrived. “To old times,” I proposed. Julie sipped hers, “My, you sure know what a girl likes- nice mix. How did you know escort bayan şişli I would like this, its so…. yummy?”

“I aim to please…” I replied.

“I know you can, such a flirt,” she playfully replied.

“Me, no,” I said, “not me…”

“Hold that thought, I’ll be right back,” she said leaving for the restroom.

When we walked in, I had noticed that the bar had a chocolate fountain. While she was away, I slipped out and filled a cup with the aromatic sweet and grabbed a few strawberries. Julie returned shortly after me.

“Oh my,” she said upon seeing my find, “this is a nice surprise… I just love strawberries and chocolate.” I dipped a berry in the chocolate and offered it to her mouth. She accepted and slowly licked the fruit with her tongue cleaning it of most of the divine sweet; then she took one smooth bite, removing half the fruit and leaving the rest in my hand. Her eyes never left mine and she bore an expression of smitten satisfaction across her face. I offered her the rest and she bit it off, leaving the stem in my hand.

“You know what I always liked about you?” she rhetorically asked, “Your ability to flirt- just so damn good at it. So tell me, why is a good looking guy like you roaming the streets alone on a Saturday night? No date?”

“I had one, a younger woman, about 25 years old. A mutual friend begged me to take her out- a blind date. I thought she would be to young, immature for me. I agreed as a favor to my friend. So there we are having dinner and her cell phone rings. She claims it is a friend. I think it was a pre-programmed rescue call. She just got up and said she had to go- an emergency, and no explanation. I really do not care, the date was just ‘ok’. So, I finished dinner and decided to take a walk. That is when I stumbled into you.”

“Oh, poor baby, what a shame,” she replied placing her hand on my arm, “Can I do anything to ease your pain?” she asked.

“What do you propose?” I asked. Julie walked away and closed the sides of the tent. She walked back to me, subtly swaying her hips and breasts like a lioness on the prowl. Her heaving chest pressed against her blouse.

“Why do you think these tents have zippered sides?” she asked.

“Private parties,” I answered.

“Then lets have one,” Julie proposed as she knelt before me, looked up for any sign of disapproval, unzipped my pants and reached inside.

“I have wanted this for all too long,” she said as she removed and coddled it in her hand, admiring its length and girth. She drizzled kisses on the round swollen head and proceeded to lightly lick and tease. Each time her lips came to, I anticipated she would take me into her mouth, each time I was disappointed.

The moment was incredible- there we were in a semi-public place engaging in very risqué behavior. The allure of the moment was not lost on me. Finally she opened her mouth to take me. I felt the warmth of her breath as her mouth opened and descended. I could almost feel her suckling me.

Suddenly the sound of the zipper on the tent flaps opened. Julie shot up and pressed her body against me, looking over my shoulder at the intruder. She held me tight, one arm around my waist giving the appearance of embrace, to which I reciprocated with both arms over and around her shoulders. Her other hand found its way between our bodies and she gently pulled on my erect cock between our pressed bodies while she looked to identify and confront the invader.

“Oh, sorry,” the waitress said, “it was half open.. I just thought.. well, err, I’ll come back later…” realizing her mistake.

“Guess you have no chance with her now, oh well…” Julie joked, “and I thought I had closed it all the way…,” she quipped as she returned to giving me the pleasure I sought. She was very good- slow, gentle and patient.

I felt myself welling up. Then she sighed, “Mmm, just what I wanted, a little pre-cum chaser for my drink.” She stood, holding my now rigid cock in hand and told me, “maybe later, I like my men pent up and hungry,” as she gave me a sexy little wink of an eye.

“Lets check out the downstairs bar,” she suggested.

We entered the bar and moved up some stairs to a narrow side area overlooking the dance floor. The place was packed and the best we could do was to find a spot at the end of the side area sandwiched between a back wall, the corner and a rail.

Julie stood in front of me by the rail as we watched people on the dance floor. The music was loud and the floor very dimly lit, illuminated by an intermittent light show and strobes.

She noticed one couple on the floor near by really getting close and sensual- hard bumping, grinding and groping. She started swaying her hips to the beat and I could tell she was getting transfixed by them. Julie bumped back into me, her ass hitting my crotch and she looked back over her shoulder and smirked. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled her against me as she continued her sublime escort topkapı tease, swaying back and forth rubbing against me for a while and then moving away.

Where we stood was really dark. Even though there were people right next to us, they could not really see what we were doing. So I grabbed Julie, this time I pulled her back and she followed my lead. When she came back, I wrapped my right arm around her hips and held her close, pressing her ass into me. She kept swaying to the beat.

My left side against the wall and out of public view, I began rubbing the round of her ass through her skirt. Slowly I moved to tease her inner cheek and then even lower to her inner thigh with assertive measure. I moved my hand under her skirt and slowly worked my way to her privates. I could feel she was wet and I teased her lips through her panties. Julie just continued to sway to the music as if noting was happening.

Her movements were a steady back and forth sway. I really wanted to pull down her undergarments and take her in the dark of the corner. I knew it was a risk- at the right angle, we probably would not be caught. If we were, would anyone in the crowd say anything? I doubted it. All they would probably do is watch out of the corner of their eyes, keep quiet and take in our show. I went to pull down her panties, she took my hand and moved it away. She turned her head and whispered into my ear, “Not here.” Then she took my wrist and led me out of the bar.

“Somebody is frisky…” she teased, “I think I should go home. Can you give me that ride?”

“Sure,” I replied thinking what a double entendre.

….The car moved forward. “Did you ever?” she asked.

“Ever what?”

“Ever fantasize about me?” she asked. I paused.

“…this discussion is long overdue, I always wanted to know. I knew you wanted me but never acted on it because I was married. I knew it all the time,” she said encouraging a response.

I confessed, “many times.”

“Tell me,” she insisted.

“In detail?” I questioned.

“Yes, I want details,” she gingerly coaxed me.

“Actually, I have two or three very vivid fantasies. The fact I could not have you in real life just made them all the better- illicit and forbidden. The first one, well, we were at my desk working one day, real story, and you were standing next to me leaning over my desk intently looking at some papers. I looked down and noticed your attire- red pumps, tan stockings, muted lime green pants and a white blouse. I noticed how the pants hugged the curve of your ass. Then I saw the skin of your back where the pants and blouse separated. I saw your lower back and hips and no panties and thought to myself how I would love to stand behind you, rub your ass, you would not respond, just stand there bent over waiting to see what I did next. Then I would unbutton your pants, draw them down, find you without panties and only in thigh highs. I thought about how I would enter and take you without either of us saying a word, silently acknowledging the moment and sexual tension between us.”

“…was I good?” she asked.

“Always,” I replied.

“And the other story?” she suggested.

“One day you came into my office really steamed- another real story- pointing a finger at me… started laying me out for something- I can’t remember what- this one was real too, I saw your anger and thought how beautiful and emotional you were… it was the impassioned Italian in you. It was not just anger, it was almost rage, the kind that simmers only when there is an underlying tension between people… in my fantasy, I get up from my desk, close the door, approach you while you are ranting, put my hands on your face, cup your cheeks and kiss you… your rant immediately fades and I push back your face to see the expression in your eyes. Instantly you pull me close and we meld together in passionate embrace, meshed together groping one another for the first time… and yes, it was a wonderful first kiss….”

“Did you have you way with me after the kiss?” she asked.

“I never kiss and tell,” I replied coyly, “and you, did you ever?”

“Funny you should ask. Of course I did,” Julie admitted, “even when I was married.”

“Details please,” I implored.

“Hmm, ok,” she said after a contemplative pause, “you probably don’t even know this but some of the women in the office would talk about you, state how they thought you were ‘hot’. Some of them were married, some single. One even quit her job so she could call you for a date and minutes after she resigned she found out you had a girl friend- I think I was the bearer of the news… we girls can be so catty.”

“Really, who did that?” I asked stunned.

“Does not matter, you were ambivalent about her and she was not your type. Anyway, I would sit at lunch, quietly listening to them describe their dreams and fantasies about you, privately comparing them to mine. Being the competitive bitch, I always wanted to be escort bayan mecidiyeköy ahead of them when it came to you. Yes, we had a phenomenal working relationship and I wanted more from you. But, I was married and could not have it. So, my fantasy of you was all I ever had. It was a good one too that carried me for many years- it would start at around lunch time, when the office was relatively quiet. I walk into your office and find you sitting behind your desk, professionally attired in a shirt and tie. You look up to see who entered your domain. I put a finger to my lips to signal silence. I close the door for privacy, even though it had no lock, and walk to your side, push your chair back away from the desk and kneel before you.

You protest, fearful of getting caught in a compromising position. That does not deter me, the thought of being caught adding excitement to the moment. Quickly, I open your pants and find you, semi-erect despite your conflicted feelings regarding what I was doing. Actions speak louder than words and your body told me you wanted me. My mouth and tongue are my devil and I take to you with a determined passion, my head bobbing as I work you stiff.

Once there I pulled my face away and open my blouse- you remember it, the cream silk one that always strained to hold in my boobs and made you stare in disbelief at my chest? The one combined with the right bra would let you see some areola from an angle as you peered in? Yes, that one. I opened it just enough to unhook my bra, pull it down over my shoulders and reveal myself. I’d take your cock between my big soft boobies and caress it, slow and steady, teasing you. I’d feel your hands on the side of my head, fingers caressing my hair and ears as you guided my mouth to your head. A drop of pre-cum would spill into my mouth- then I knew you were ready.

I would stand you up, hands flat on the desk, hips back, and take your cock in my hand, point it at my chest and jerk you off, occasionally rimming your head with my mouth. Your cock would start to fidget and I would jerk it until you came, spilling your luscious cum all over my bare chest. That is when the fun really started.

You would sit back down and I would still be squatting before you. I always wanted to know the smell and taste, if it smelled thick and ‘cummy’- that smell always turns me on- and if it tasted that way too.

First, a dab on my finger and I would taste your jiz on the tip of my tongue, showing you as the two met, then I suckling that finger hard. Then another dab and I would run circles on one areola and then the other, slow and soft as I relished in the moment teasing up each nipple with your warm jiz. Next another dab and I would lift my skirt, show you my emerald green silk panties and rub it on the area covering my hood right along my furrow- oh so close, yet so far away!

Finally, the remaining jiz- I would slowly spread across my chest like a fine oil. I would want it there to have you close to me, to smell it… and that maybe the other women might catch a whiff and wonder. I could snicker to myself knowing I had what they did not and how jealous they would be if only they knew.

Then I would stand up, get myself together and walk out, look over my shoulder and throw you a kiss as you sat in shock watching me go. I would leave and go about my day knowing what had happened, what I had and they did not… Would you have stopped me?” she asked.

“No…” I replied stunned hoping to hear more.

“I was irresistible,” she cockily stated, “…are you getting excited?” she asked.

“Why don’t you check for yourself?” I suggested.

Julie ignored my offer and continued, “But sometimes it did not stop there. Sometimes the fantasy would continue with me walking down the hall back to my office, closing the door and locking it- yes mine had a lock, and you had the key. You had the key because my office was once a storage room. After conversion, you kept the key- I guess because nobody asked you for it… Only once did you ever use it, when I mistakenly locked myself out. You knew you had it but never used it, until now.

Sitting behind my desk, I put up my feet and found myself beneath my skirt, slowly rubbing and teasing my furrow though the green panties. Rather quickly I would reach that point where I had to pull them aside and slip in a finger. Closing my eyes I would envision your facial expressions as our tryst had evolved-especially your eyes, so soft, deep and telling.

You would remember the key and use it, slipping into my office, finding me compromised, teasing my folds, my eyes closed and I deep in concentration as my finger played. Purposefully, you would close and lock the door so it alerted me to someone’s presence. I would jump just before I getting off. When I came to my senses and realized it was you, I would see the fury in your eyes, the aggressive passion you wanted to unleash on me for teasing you. Right then I would know I had gone to far.

As you walked towards me, all I could think was that my legs were going to be held up in the air, my panties pulled up and you were going to take me as I sat helpless and at your mercy. That is not how you wanted it. Instead, you stand me up and bend me over the desk, face and shoulders down, feet spread apart.

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