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It’s a hot, humid afternoon in the South.

I’m taking a nap with no clothes on and just a sheet covering my sweaty body.

I wake up. I’m rested, relaxed and feel like having an orgasm.

But you are at work and I yearn for you.

I take out my vibrator, the new one. I take the tip of it and touch myself and begin to get very excited while still half-asleep. I am getting so excited, throbbing and I begin to feel the start of an orgasm.

I hear the door unlock. It’s you; coming back from a business trip.

I don’t want to stop because I am just ready to climax. You are standing at the door watching and I am even more aroused. I am sighing loudly as you watch. I climax.

You sit on the side of the bed and say hello and begin kissing my lips, then deeply kissing and exciting me. My nipples are erect as you fondle, suck and kiss them. You grab the toy and begin massaging my breasts while touching me with the vibrator. I quickly have another orgasm, a small but powerful one.

You undress and are erect. I’ve missed you. You look so handsome and strong.

You climb on top of me and put my legs back as you penetrate me deeply.

“Deeper, deeper,” I ask, as I grab hold of the headboard and sigh even more loudly.

I scream from the orgasm you are giving me while you keep penetrating me. You climax next and gently lay my legs down.

You are still hard and inside of me. We collapse from exhaustion. I am extremely satisfied and so are you. We fall asleep together, still inside of each other desirous after two weeks of being away from each other.

I awaken and get up but let you continue sleeping. That was a nice quickie but I’m not done with you yet whether you know it or not. So, I think about what I’m going to do to you next. I open a bottle of white chardonnay wine and put on some supper. But, I plan on an appetizer before dinner.

I envision the following –

Well, first of all, you’re already hard because I’m in the room. Then I give you a wet, deep kiss and put my tongue in your ear as I grab your hard cock beckoning me. First, I tongue the tip of your cock and with the little seepage I clean you off and curl my tongue into your hole as you get really excited. I take my hand as I’m sucking you and rub up and down your shaft while you’re swelling with pleasure. You have your hand coupled over my right breast and you’re getting me very excited.

I kilis escort play with your balls which are full because we haven’t’ been with each other in awhile as I’m rubbing your thighs and bobbing up and down as your cock moves in my mouth. I don’t ever let you cum in my mouth but I’m thinking I might try it this time.

I suck you harder, deeper and go down on you as far as I can reaching the bottom of your dick and you move it into my mouth deeper. I suck up quickly and furiously while I suck the top of your cock with a slow, gentle, soft licking and sucking.

I put your cock back in my mouth moving up and down and can barely take anymore. You run your hands through my hair as you dwindle in size and lean back.

“I came honey and you swallowed!” you say with surprise.

“Well, honey, guess what’s next on the menu?” I ask. “You’re up to third base now!”

I continue dreaming as I sip my glass of wine. My mind wanders and I think of a new man I’ve been talking to on the internet lately in my loneliness. Gosh, I wonder what he would do to me. He appears, as if from nowhere….

“Hello, sweetheart, how was your day? I hope it was prosperous for you. I thought that you might enjoy hearing a little more about my philosophy on circulation, specifically as I like to perform it on you. We can enjoy this equally as well on a bed, a davenport, or even outside by the whirlpool if you like.”

“I have always enjoyed eating a woman to orgasm. I do not know whether it is the actual taste of your juices, the pelvic action of you against my mouth, the sounds of pleasure that you make or a combination of all of these delights that make this such a joy for me. At this point I don’t care. I do know that it is something that I find mandatory when we are together. “

I’m getting wetter and juicier and I’ve never been this excited before.

“The pretty curves where your legs begin at your feet are where any good pussy sucking has to begin. I like to begin with a gentle massage of your calves and feet from my position between your outstretched legs. You are more than welcome to bend at the knee and/or waist if you wish. This temporary presentation of yourself is most welcome and will alter the pressure points of my massage. Your feet can certainly visit my chest and face as well.

He continues to eat me as I am pulsating and throbbing kırklareli escort inside my pussy.

“As I continue, I will start to bring my mouth into play, so to speak. I admit that some of these diversions that I describe to you are for my own pleasure. But, they are meant to please you as well! I love the curve of your foot on the inside of your middle arch. I will, and do, place you in my mouth for a taste. I have been known to use your feet as a tunnel for me to guide my cock back and forth and through you for a few strokes. I am not sure of the reason for the attraction except for the way those curves mimic the ones of your ass, inner thighs, and cleavage. I do know that I like rubbing my dick on your legs and feet.”

I find my toes being sucked so erotic and as my pussy is being sucked at the same time, I am orgasming. The trip continues.

“I have found it an almost universal truth in the observation of women being ticklish behind their knees and I would imagine that you are no different. Because of that I tend to somewhat minimize my time there. My hands start to move slowly back and forth along your thighs as your skin warms to my touch. Again, this is a fine time for you to raise your legs and expose yourself to me while the backs of your thighs are in view. I find that my shoulders provide you with an excellent place to rest yourself should you tire. You have also provided me with a perfect access point to gently dip into you for a taste of the evening’s vintage. At this point, I will use a finger. I only want a small taste so with the control I have with my hand, I can dip between your swelling lips for my treat without you ever feeling much more than a delicate brush.”

Oh, I don’t know if I can handle anymore, I think to myself.

“It is now time to get down to business. Your swollen cunt is best presented to me on a small pillow. The buck of your hips to allow positioning of the pillow near me is a movement that you are most likely going to want me to repeat again soon. I tend to hesitate as I watch you do this. The thrusting of your wet hole towards me is a beautiful sight to behold. I am thinking now that you might want a bit more pressure on your pussy.”

“Sharp, aren’t I?” he says!

“Well, you know the answer to that,” I say. “You are the best at what you do!”

“I love to begin my fun starting in your cunt karabük escort with a tongue lap between your lips. Your essence is in the cream that is leaking from you for me to savor every flavor. There is not a spot between your legs that is safe from my mouth. My tongue paints you from the outside edges inwards with a feathery touch. From a distance, it may look like I’m sealing a hundred stamps but my goal is just to gain knowledge of your body. I will sometimes stray from your rose to lick and taste the seal between your puss and your asshole. Yes, I will sometimes lick your exposed hole but like I said, only my finger has ever entered. A gentle fingerfuck of your sweet ass followed by a favorite toy of yours may be in store for you on occasion. I like the excited sounds of surprise and soft whimpers that you emit as you are violated there. They tend to concentrate feeling for you and make my tongue feel all that much better on your mound.”

He just won’t stop as I plead with my knight in armor. He continues to tell me what he will do to me.

“With my middle finger still deep inside you, I start to gently suckle on your swollen lips. I treat them as though they are slightly dirty; therefore, I apply a light pressure as I suck and draw them into my mouth. I thoroughly cover your vulva from the bottom of your opening to right below your clitoris shelf. While I would love to just clamp on it and suck the bottom out of your cunt, I start with just gentle light pressure and a lick every so often. I want to see you get drawn out of your hood and grow as I work. You will let me know whether harder or softer is better by the grind of your hips into my face. The more urgent you are, the closer I feel you are to release.”

“As you draw closer to orgasm, I tend to begin more penetrating moves. When I think the time is right, I will slowly unfuck you with my finger and then insert three of them inside you once or twice so as to stimulate your stretched butt hole. I generally find that my hands are then needed on your asscheeks so I can help hold your thrusts as you try to rub and surround my mouth with your sugary aroma of femininity. I think that your climax is near and I anticipate your coming. Every woman orgasms in a slightly different way. The first time I watch you come is sure to be a sight to behold. It also makes the repeat act for me that much more fun.

Are you feeling very wet honey?” I ask as I finish you off to orgasm.”

At that moment, my real man walks in the room. He says, “Honey, what are you doing?”

I reply by saying, “Nothing, sweetheart, just making dinner. I’m tired.”

He replies, “I’m exhausted, too, honey. I was afraid you’d want a replay for lost time.”

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Aisha, my Monday girl.

It has been a very busy and lucrative life since three of my pals decided to compete with the Chippendales, the group who gave a lot of happy women attending hen parties and the like, a great deal of naughty thrills.

It struck me just how women can look at it (literally) and laugh whilst their male counterparts attending a strip club, watch in dead seriousness with tongues hanging out.

We called ourselves the Stripadales so others could be no mistaking what we did and, believe you, me – we did id with such relish and passion, going the full hog that we were an immediate success – and the spin-off was that each of us were being booked for private sessions.

Of course being human and the nature of the job we were combined to numbers but I felt I could manage six a week – of course choosing the gals that I fancied most of all and Aisha was no exception, right from the start when she made a meal of me at the strip club, with absolutely no inhibitions in front of about twenty others – she certainly set the ball rolling, breaking the ice and most of the others followed likewise, enjoying their secret joy and it was all a scintillating experience for us guys, entertaining and, what was to become a service to those who wanted more than just a quick taste at the hen party.

Certainly Aisha was, for me, the best of the bunch, my Monday girl who always rid me of the Monday blues, I say girl but she was twenty years my senior but still looked great at 45 and I loved mature women who have all the experience.

On my third call I was starting to think it was not just for sex but more, I was feeling love for her – but she was married and I was just her toy-boy on the side so I had to stifle all such feelings and just enjoy the sex – and that was no problem at all. Aisha enjoyed hers to the full and I had hardly arrived, seated and taking refreshment when she was at me, ravishing me like she was starved and I guessed her hubby was not giving it to her.

“You just carry on baby, you need your nourishment” she said during a quick pause and then she had me unzipped, jeans and boxer shorts downed to my knees and the working tool in her mouth, that very busy tongue lavishly enjoying me – and to see her down there in my lap, sucking gebze escort me up to the full as I took a chunk out of my jam doughnut was a real experience to behold.

But this way I was able to hold back, enjoy my eats and enable her to enjoy hers to the full, I felt the beautiful pull of her suck as she really gave it passion and made it even more pleasurable in balling me constantly as she bobbed her head back and forth applying all the sensuality she could muster along with the very gratifying moans and murmurs in between, complimenting me on my masculinity.

Aisha was a lovely person, she had abounding style and passion and made no secret about what she wanted and what she enjoyed, it wasn’t just to be the sex, it was going our, wining and dining too, and I soon started to realise that my short day visit on a Monday would extend the full day.

“Life is full of exciting new things to do”, she told me – and affording her lifestyle meant no boundaries expense wise – she wanted to spoil me and I soon got the notion this relationship was going to glue and last.

But what about her married life? I soon found out that she was suing for divorce and was separated from her husband who was having it away with a coloured girl from Texas – so what had begun as an erotic couple of hours with sex hungry gal was developing into something else.

If I wanted that I could not make up my mind, the lifestyle was tempting but would it really be me, and would she tire of me when she’d had her fill and the excitement started to wear off?

But for the time being my concentration was smothered in her sexual deviations and I was glad to be of service, in the morning before we went out and about, and in the evening when we returned, and sometimes into the night what she felt she wanted the feel of a man beside her again, not just for sex but to feel and snuggle up to. She was a real woman sure enough and I had no problem with that, slumbering and often immersed in the delicious warmth between her ripe boobs.

“Can we go further, John?” she asked me after our fourth session, having just guided me into her for a wondrous bonding fuck, her body neatly planted astride me, her gorgeous boobs there for my pampering. I guessed she wanted gümüşhane escort it in another position but it was not just that, she was a lovely fuck on top and we had delved into the gorgeous ways of mutual oral sex, head to toe and taking it to the full, all that slow time gorgeous sucking and licking, the taste of her in my mouth and afterwards that so wonderfully merged deep French kiss combining our nectar of passion and pure unadulterated sex.

But what she wanted was something I had never shared with any woman, or anyone else for that matter. She went to her wardrobe and brought back a box,

She put it the bed, looked into my eyes with a certain mischievousness , her face glowing and slowly opened the box and lifted out the content. A fill sized strap-on and I must have shown my surprise because she whispered that it would be a nice thing to do.

I was a little shocked because this was really breaking the boundaries of anything I had done before but it was obviously her passion to try.

“Each of us, man or woman, have our deviances baby, each of us have some of the opposite sexual hormones in us, let me give it a try, I love the way you wiggle, you have no idea what that does for me, I will be gentle baby” she smiled holding the rubbery length of the substitute penis with a great touch, like she was doing it to me. The way she teased around my p-hole with finger and tongue. She was so very passionate in every way and her suggestions even made me blush. She gently squeezing the appendage into the aperture made between forefinger and thumb!

“I shall prepare you baby, lots and lots of spoiling you will love and lots and lots of lubricant.”

I felt I just couldn’t refuse her even though the idea seemed maybe a little repugnant, after all I had always taken the male part but to switch roles suggested I was gay and I was never that.

But Aisha, she was all woman sure enough and I wanted to share her passion, especially when she challenged me saying if I thought it would be too much, just to say!

She said how she wanted me and I was about to learn the true deep deviances of Aisha as she indulged in enjoying me, spread ass up over the bottom bed rail with a well placed cushion, I felt izmir escort her fingers expertly touching and teasing me there, occasionally massaging my balls and then running up her fingers between my cheeks and slowly rimming me, around and around and watered just nothing for me at first began to feel good, especially when she gently planted her lips there and gently indulged in a exploratory oral extravaganza which was truly beautiful.

“Better now baby?” she whispered gently slapping me. It did feel good. She was achieving something I would have thought impossible and I began to feel that I wanted her to go the full hog, it sort of made me feel what it may be like to be a woman and when she started to stretch me with her fingers inserting and spreading I hear her sighs and relished the thought that she was enjoying me.

Such was the extent I found myself asking for her fuck but all the time she was teasing, saying for me to wait and that would come when she was well and ready. And I realised she wanted more of what she was doing that she was the mistress and I her servant and she made best of all the oral stimulants she could perceive , the stroking, the slapping, the nudging, the licking and sucking everything which geared me up to the full until I plead with her just to fuck the ass off me.

But still, she said when she was well and ready and I started to feel animalistic, never before had I felt that way with a woman, but of she didn’t yield I was about to fuck the pussy off her in the most rough passionate way and no holds barred.

But then she’d done with the foreplay and the final was about to come – I glanced around and saw that she had the strap on in place and began to feel a stretching where she had been busily working me .My God! She was there inside, I felt a slight pain as she pushed it into me, I felt a throbbing intensity as she started to thrust in and out with such verbosity that she was enjoying me like a guy would, with a very full end deep erection implanting me with all her secret passion and enjoying it to the full as she groaned and grunted and swore, but always complimenting me on my ‘most fuckable ass.’

Well fucked for the first time that way we both lay in the bed completely exhausted but her smile and the look on her face said it all.

This was a sign of things to cum!

The whole sequence had worked out beautifully and afforded us both a time to be dominant and subservient which somehow complimented the bond between us and so Aisha was about to become so much more than just another client.

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You have come to pick me up, promising me an adventure. This is our first outing together for an extended period, and we are both nervous about it, but we managed to arrange extra time off together. You haven’t told me where we are going, only what to pack. Jeans, hiking boots, a bathing suit …. usual gear for me, except for the bathing suit. I wonder as I pack my things where you are whisking me off to – – – – especially since I know you are generally full of surprises.

You arrive, and I notice that your car is packed to the hilt with camping gear. “Where are we going??” I ask as I toss my bag in to join the other stuff.

“Never you mind …” you smile at me.

Ah ….. mystery. I get it. I climb into the seat next to you, my excitement and anticipation growing. You lean over to me and give me a quick kiss. It feels good just to be in your presence. You know that during the week I am so focused on being everything but a woman, you pay extra attention to the details that make me feel special.

As we drive and talk about things in our lives, good and bad, you absent-mindedly reach over and put your hand on my thigh, stroking my leg with your thumb. I look down at your hand and remember the last place it had been. I suddenly feel myself flush, the warmth rising up my neck. You notice, and ask, “Are you too warm, hon??”

“No….” I blush hotly, but inside I’m thinking , “Don’t you dare move your hand!!!”

I look over at you, still engaged in conversation, but my brain is now taking you in. You’ve worn a dress shirt, casually rolled up at the sleeves. You must’ve come straight from teaching. I love that look ….. so formally casual. I fight the urge to reach over and jerk the front of the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. I love looking at you, gazing at your face as you talk to me. I suddenly realize that in my reverie, I have run my hand down your arm to the hand lying on my thigh. You clasp my hand in yours, our fingers intertwining. Ummmm ….. that feels so good. Just holding hands with you feels so good to me.

I haven’t really paid much attention to where we are going until you turn the car off of the main highway onto a two-lane road. “Okay,” I finally say to you, “where are you taking me??”

“You said that you wanted me to teach you about being outdoors,” you reply. “I am starting this off easy by taking you camping by the lake.”

I smile broadly …. you, me, a tent, the stars …… did I just die and go to heaven?? I suddenly find myself wishing my son was with us. He loves camping.

Your voice breaks into my thoughts: “I thought we’d see if this new place I found is any good, then we can bring Jake with us next time.” We are becoming almost too good of friends …. you are beginning to read my mind.

We pull off this road onto a dirt road …. going slowly until we come van escort to a thicket of trees. You pull under the trees and stop, exiting the car. I get out as well, and hear the gentle lapping of water. Making my way toward the sound, the thicket of trees opens to reveal a small, gorgeous clearing. We are in a park, I can see other campers nearby, but still this spot feels so secluded. We set up camp … you are having to be so patient since I know very little about this. This day is warm, begging me to put on my suit and go lay beside the lake for a bit of sun. I sneak into the tent while you are doing something else ….. or at least, I THINK you are doing something else!

As I pull my clothing from me, I hear the tent-flap unzip. I feel you enter the tent and you slide up behind me, helping me with the last of my clothing. “That’s more like it!” you whisper, running your hands up and down my naked body. “I was wondering when I was going to get to see you!”

Suddenly, I am in no mood to make love. I want to fuck. Pure, simple, animalistic. I have been hot for you the entire trip, and now, with your mouth on my earlobe, I can take it no longer. I turn, and run my hand inside the waistband of your pants, undoing the button. I unzip them and with one motion, pull them to your ankles along with your underwear. You are already hard, but I take your cock in my mouth and begin to suck you gently, feeling you thrust against my mouth. I look up at you from my kneeling position, lick the underside of your cock, and whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”

The surprise on your face says it all. I have never asked that in this manner. I have not shown this side of me before. For an instant, I don’t know whether you will take me, or take off! I sigh in relief as you kneel down and push me back, grabbing my legs to hold around you. I feel your cock fill me instantly. No foreplay is necessary for me this time – – – – I am already sopping wet. “UGGHNNNGG!” I groan as you thrust inside me.

I’ve never been filled so completely …. either physically or emotionally. You know just the rhythm I need right now: hard and fast. You pound into me with fury, talking hotly into my ear: “You like that??” “Does that feel good??” “oooohhhhhh, you are SO WET!” until I cannot stand it any longer.

“FUCK ME!” I cry in a strangled whisper … afraid others can hear. I cum on your cock, locking my legs around your waist and pulling you in deeply. You feel my spasms and cum as well, adding to my wetness.

Later, I decide to go ahead with my swim. I ease my way to the lake ….. and get into the water, swimming for only a moment or two before getting out and lying down on a large blanket. I watch the leaves on the trees and listen to all the sounds around me, but suddenly, the light is blocked. I look up and realize that you are standing yalova escort over me, looking at me and smiling.

“What is it??” I ask teasingly, smiling back at you but feeling very self-conscious.

“Nothing … just admiring the view” you say as you lean down over me and give me a gentle kiss. “You hungry??”

“I am famished!” I reply and you rise, taking my hand in yours.

“Come this way, then” you say, as you pull me back toward the camp. When I arrive, I see that you have managed to prepare dinner for us – – – – complete with a bottle of wine. You sit me down in a chair next to the campfire, and then sit down next to me. As we eat, we talk and discover more about one another. I find myself baring my soul to you … almost in ways that frighten me. I wonder what you must think many a time, but I am trusting you more and more.

After dinner, we walk back to the lake. The stars and moon are reflected in the water, and we sit on the blanket together. I begin to shiver, even with the warmer days, the nights still have a chill to them. You put your strong arm around me, but somehow know that won’t be enough. Reaching behind us, you pull the other blanket you have brought with us up around both of us.

You encourage me to sit close, suggesting that between your legs would probably keep me the warmest. I agree, and move to sit there. Your arms automatically go around me in a warm embrace, and we just sit, quietly, and watch the stars. I lean my head back against your chest, and feel your heart beat. I suddenly want you again, but I keep that to myself for a bit, knowing by what I feel against my back that you want me just as badly.

I feel your head lower, and you put your face in my hair. I feel your mouth on my ears and neck, and I turn, allowing you to cradle me and your mouth to find mine. Our kiss, while passionate, doesn’t have the urgency of earlier, and I know that this time we will be making love. Your hand goes up under my shirt to cup my breast, your thumb teasing my nipple.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh……” I moan. You know that I love that. We are covered by the blanket, so you push my shirt up and over my head, and push the straps to my bathing suit down over my arms. My breasts spring free, and you lower your mouth to capture a nipple and suck.

“I want you….” I say softly.

“I know.” you reply, “and we are getting to that ….” You are not to be rushed this time.

You slip out from under the blanket, lowering me to lie down. You want me to be exposed, but know that I am not at that trust level yet. Just getting me to make love with you out in the open is a huge step forward. So, keeping that in mind, you make sure that I am not exposed, and reach up under the blanket to completely remove my suit.

I can hear the water ripple, I can feel your hands, çorlu escort and I am seeing the stars …… and not just the ones in the sky. I feel your hands move slowly up my thighs to my pussy, and part the lips tenderly. You have slipped under the blanket yourself, and now your mouth is busily sucking at my clit …. eliciting moans and cries of pleasure from me. You are going to make this moment last. You slip fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me to an orgasm. I arch, and you feel me ripple inside, suddenly flooding your hand with juices.

“God you taste good!” you say as you suck the juices from me and from your fingers.

I feel you begin to remove your clothing, and I look down. You are out from under the blanket: you are so bold … and I see your frame coming into view. I never tire of looking at you.

“I want to see you,” you whisper, knowing that I have been looking at you in the moonlight.

“No!” I cry, but you are insistent.

“Let’s go back to camp if that will make you feel better. I want to see you. All of you!”

“No” I shoot back to you, ” I want to make love with you here, where I can see the stars!”

“Okay, but take away the blanket!” Reluctantly, I allow you to do so, because your hands begin to fan the flames of desire once again.

“You are so beautiful” you say as you lower your mouth to me for another kiss. I suddenly feel vulnerable, but you do not allow me to squirm away from your grasp. Instead, you hold me close, murmuring your pleasure into my ear, until I begin to relax into our lovemaking.

The night is so beautiful. Even more so as you carefully take me, thrusting your cock inside me and holding there as I cum. You always do that: bring me to the brink before entering me. It always feels so good to be possessed like that.

“ohgodohgodohgodohgod” I say over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me.

“Feel good?” you ask as you move in gentle circles, grinding my clit against your pubic bone.

“OOOOHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS….” I cannot remember ever feeling this fulfilled. You pull out of me, and take me into your mouth again, drinking my cum and letting it wet your face. You come up to me, allowing me to kiss and lick and suck at your mouth until I can taste myself between us.

You roll me over, placing my back to you, and lift my leg, slipping your cock back into my pussy from behind. You reach around and play with my clit with one hand, and my nipple with the other, fucking me slowly. “Baby, I’m going to cum in you …” you say pushing deeply into me. I feel your cock expand and then throb endlessly, you groan loudly into my ear. I lay in your arms, revelling in the fact that you have pushed me to a whole new level of trust and acceptance.

In a moment, I feel you stir and pull the blanket up over us.

“You okay??” you ask, knowing the steps I took today were real.

“Yes,” I say to you, looking into your eyes. You lean down to kiss me, and I realize that I have never felt safer than I do at this moment. I can hardly wait to see what you have in store for me tomorrow!

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Chris was looking forward to the night ahead of him. If there was one holiday he loved as much as Christmas, it was Halloween. Memories of being a kid collecting candy had always been a source of nostalgia. Now in his early 20s, Halloween meant parties. The candy had taken a different form now that he was older; from chocolate bars to some shots and women dressed in the most seductive costumes designed by man.

Chris chuckled at this thought. The costumes that these women wore were most definitely the work of men. From skimpy school girl costumes to the skin tight Playboy bunny costumes, Chris love it all.

Recently, Chris ended a two year relationship with his girlfriend, Gena, who had been cheating on him almost since they started dating. Why she had stayed with him at all was beyond him, but Chris was more amazed that she had managed to keep it secret for so long. Tonight was the first real party night without Gena and the leash she had kept him on.

For while she was completely unfaithful, she was constantly making sure that he wasn’t. She would get jealous if he even glanced at another pretty woman let alone talked to one. It had often irked Chris that she freely talked to the many guys that came up to her after checking her out across the room. Again, Chris wondered how it had taken him so long to realize the extent of her UNfaithfulness.

Chris checked himself out in the mirror. This Halloween he decided to “branch” out a little bit. Maybe it was a little simple, but the plaid shit and the ripped jeans was the easy path to calling yourself a lumberjack. The costume may have been simple but he donned it in such a way as to show off his athletic build. Two years of weightlifting and hockey counted for something.

Chris called his friend, Ashley, and she said told him she was ready. He got in his car and drove to her house to pick her up. Chris knew well how to get her house, he practically spent more time there than his own house. They had been friends since they were little and stayed friends all through puberty and high school. Through this time Chris watched Ashley turn into one of the most sexy women he had ever known although he knew that he could never act on it. A friendship that had existed as long as theirs was too precious to chance with a sexual relationship, at least that’s what he kept telling himself whenever dirty thoughts crept into his head. These thoughts, however, inevitably lead to constant flirting. That fact that she flirted back never helped his sensual thoughts recede either.

Chris pulled up to her house and walked up to her door. Before he even knocked the door flew open and she stood there. Everyday Chris thought that Ashley was a goddess but today she looked the part. A lace skirt showed off her tanned beautifully toned legs that went up into the heavens. She wore a matching top, skin-tight, that beautifully displayed her size C breasts, with just the right amount of sensual cleavage. He scanned up her body, over her slender shoulders, up to her face that Chris swore (even to her when they flirted) must stop traffic. Around her piercing blue eyes she had sprinkled a little glitter which gave her a magical appearance. Her beautiful dirty blonde hair was tied up in a small bun with stray strands coming down in random places.

Chris paused, lost for words. Finally, he managed, “Wow…you look, damn.”

Ashley blushed, looking at her feet, and then stared directly into Chris’ dark green eyes. “Thanks,” she said, “And you always look amazing.”

Chris felt himself blushing too. He turned away trying to hide the red tinge in his cheeks and led her to the car. He had a feeling she had noticed anyway. Chris opened her door for her and stepped around to let himself in. When he got to his side of the car he noticed she hadn’t gotten in yet. She was watching him.

“You know, you keep being such a perfect guy and I’m going to think we’re on a date tonight,” she said.

Chris laughed, “Yea, but I forgot the roses.”

“And the chocolates,” she winked at him and got in the car.

He followed in after her and as she sat down he couldn’t help but notice that her skirt pulled up quite a bit. He quickly glanced up her legs and the started the car. Again, he couldn’t help the trabzon escort feeling she had noticed.

Their ride to the party continued in more conversation, but less flirtatious than how it had started. As Chris was checking his passenger side mirror he thought he had caught her watching him. Chris just wrote it off to hopeful thinking.

When they got to the party the first thing Chris noticed was the white convertible parked across the street. He would never forget it, it was Gena’s car. He first had sex with Gena in that car, a long night of passion. Chris had never been with a girl who gave better head with Gena. A smile played across Chris’ lips now as he imagined that night and what it would be like to go down on Ashley in that car as he had done to Gena twice that night.

Chris looked over at Ashley, still smiling, he was already starting to wonder where the night would end for the two of them.

“What is it?” Ashley asked.

Chris seized the opportunity, “Still just amazed at how amazing you look tonight.”

***

After about half and hour of small talk, Chris ran into Gena. He was not happy about it.

“Oh hey Chris!” She said, “You’re looking damn sexy!”

“Forget it Gena, no amount of alcohol could help me find my way into a bed with you tonight.” He responded.

“Mmmmm,” she said, brushing her hand against his crotch, “Sounds like a personal challenge. I guess you’re hoping to get with Ashley tonight huh? You always did have a little thing for her, even when we were going out. I was always surprised you never acted on those feelings.”

“Yea, imagine that, some of us have morals and DON’T cheat in relationships.”

“Well aren’t you a lucky boy tonight then? No relationship, and Ashley just waiting for you to make a move on her. Unless of course, you’d still like to meet me in a room upstairs. I’m always looking for a man with a good strong tongue.”

Chris just glared at her and walked away to find Ashley. He found her outside talking with two guys. A pang of jealously shot through him. He was about to walk back into the house when the two guys broke into an argument. Looking back, he realized they were arguing about her.

“Get out of here man, she prefers my cock,” said idiot number 1.

“Excuse me but…” Ashley tried to interject, but she was cut off.

“Get over yourself man, not even a whore would allow you to pay her for sex,” shot back idiot number 2.

All of a sudden idiot number 1 grabbed Ashley roughly by the arm. “Come on baby, let’s go show this bitch how sex is done.”

Chris was furious, he ran forward and punched the first guy right in the face. He let go of Ashley’s arm and fell to the ground. Idiot number 2 started laughing as the guy rolled in pain on the ground.

“Shut up asshole,” Chris said to number 2, “This is my friend and she doesn’t want to sleep with either of you. Go find some slut to prey on and leave her alone. Unless you like the look of his eye so much you’d like a matching one.”

Number 2 glared at him for a second as if welcoming a fight, then changed his mind, “Ah fuck all of you, she’s too much of a whore to be worth it anyway.” He was down on the ground before he knew what hit him.

“Let’s go Ashley, this party is shit,” Said Chris, still full of rage.

“Gladly,” She said, taking little care stepping over the two guys on the ground, hurting them even more.

Back in the car they drove in silence all the way back to Ashley’s house. When they arrived he turned off the car in the driveway and neither of them moved.

“Sorry,” Chris finally said, didn’t mean for it to go quite like that.

He looked over at Ashley and she was looking back into his eyes. She gently placed a hand on his knee and quickly brought her mouth over to meet his. Chris didn’t know how long they should remain locked like this, but he knew he didn’t care. As he slipped into the moment, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He gently ran his tongue over her tongue and she returned the favor. After some time, they broke apart.

“Wow,” he managed, “But, uh, you’re not just doing this cause I punched out those guys are you?”

“Partly I guess,” she responded, “But I also overheard tunceli escort you talking to Gena just before I went outside and those guys converged on me. Have you really always had feeling for me?”

Chris figured he had nothing to lose now, “Yes.” He tried to manage a smile.

Ashley gave one of her biggest smiles of the night and leaned over and kissed him again. Soon enough her hand found her way under his shirt and was running over his fairly well developed abs. Her hand hesitated a second at the top of his pants and then dove inside. He was already as hard as a rock and unbuttoned his pants to give her more access. She accepted the invitation and started stroking his shaft up and down. Every so often she would pause at the head and run her fingers across it.

Chris was amazed that all this time they still hadn’t broken their kiss. As soon as the thought entered his mind she broke off and dropped her head. He knew she was nervous but she never slowed down. He just lay his head back and enjoyed it.

Her tongue reached his penis first, wrapping around his head as the rest of the mouth came down on it. She took about eighty percent of it in her mouth before coming back up again. Her tongue played a bit more with the head before heading back down. This time she managed all of it and stayed there for a moment working her tongue like a pro.

Chris knew she was moving slowing just to mess with his head, and it was working. A moan escaped him, “Ohh fuck Ashley, that feels amazing.” Apparently she took this as a sign and started increasing speed.

Soon she was working up and down with her mouth quite violently, her tongue still lashing out and getting considerably louder moans each time. Chris soon felt her hand on his balls and knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Oh shit, here I come….ohhh shit,” Chris moaned.

Ashley backed off and used her warm saliva as a lube to give his a vigorous hand job. This was too much for Chris and he reached his peak. Ashley was ready though and brought her mouth down just in time to collect it all. She cleaned him up with her tongue causing his orgasm to be all the better. Then she swallowed and smiled.

Chris sat back for a moment collecting himself. Then turned around and looked into his backseat.

“We definitely have enough room,” he said, “Let’s give you a turn.”

Without getting out of the car they both scrambled to the back seat. Chris didn’t bother to put his pants back on knowing they would come off again anyway. He was happy he had decided to buy an SUV with such a large trunk.

He embraced her, feeling her warm body against his and laid her down gently. It wasn’t probably the most comfortable area, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. He straddled her and she came up to kiss him. He held her back for a second and pulled the lacy top over her head. As they embraced for their most passionate kiss yet, he fumbled with her bra strap and then threw the bra aside. He slowly leaned her back down and just took in the beautiful sight before his eyes. Her breasts were perfectly rounded and her nipples were hard as rocks.

“You look silly with your shirt still on,” she said in his moment of silence. “I felt a great body under there, show it off.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Staring at her body he had simply forgotten his shirt was still on. He tore is off fast and went down to kiss her. He stayed only momentarily with her mouth before kissing his way down her neck. He was so entranced by her that every part of him was screaming out for her. Every single part of her was beautiful.

As he made his way down her neck, his hands started playing with her nipples. He caressed them slowly, making circles around them. He then added a slight more bit of force using the bottom of his palms to massage her entire breast. Soon enough his mouth was there. He took great care in taking his time moving down her body. He flipped her hard nipples with his tongue and with his hands on her beautifully flat stomach he felt her back raise slightly.

As his tongue continued to play with her wonderfully sensitive nipples, his hands moved lower. He eased the skirt away from her body and ran his hands down as far as they would uşak escort go. On the way back up he gently brushed against the other lips of her already wet cunt. This brought a considerable moan to her lips and her back arched again.

Chris’ mouth then moved off her breasts and made his way down her body. Her stomach was flat and smooth and as he neared the bottom he slowed down, increasing her anticipation. He kissed lower ending right above her clit. He made a motion to movie down to it and then moved off to the side. She let own a low, longing, moan and he felt her get more wet. He kissed partly down one leg then came back up and went down the other. Just when he felt she might get impatient, his hands started rubbing up and down her lips, slowly opening them. Her relief alone nearly made her cum all over his hands, but he knew he still had more work to do and looked forward to it.

As he came back to her cunt her lips were fully spread revealing one of the most beautiful vaginas he had ever seen. His fingers moved to the outside of her opening, massaging all around it, as his mouth moved up to her clit. He started working his tongue over the top of it, slow at first but picking up speed as he went along. He moved his tongue in random flicks and circles before pulling out a trick he had learned a few years ago.

He rolled his tongue and slipped her clit inside. As he started to move his rolled tongue back and forth along her clit she let out progressively louder moans. He paused for just a second increasing her wondering and anticipation before plunging a finger deep inside her. This was too much for her and she came all over his finger. He didn’t slow down though, he slipped another finger inside and pumped like crazy. He quickly lowered his mouth again and went back to work on her clit. Her second wave came very quickly and her moans of pleasure were louder than ever. He was sure they were going to wake somebody up inside.

Her ecstasy caused her to jump up and start moving her tongue around inside his mouth like crazy. She moved her soft hand down his abs again and found his penis was harder than ever and ready for more. She pulled back and gazed into his eyes.

In a quick gasp of breath she said, “Get that thing inside me quick, I need you right now.”

Chris didn’t waste any time, he positioned himself just right and eased the head of his penis to the opening of vagina. He paused and smiled.

“Oh God…what are you waitin…” she started. He cut her sentence shorted and plunged deep inside her. The rest of her sentence was turned into scream of pleasure and she bit softly into his shoulder to contain herself.

He quickly pulled out and went back in a bit slower than when he started. As he went back in he felt her muscles tightening around his penis, increasing the already amazing sensation. “Oh Chris, don’t slow down…hard…fast…” she gasped out.

“Oh fuck Ashley,” was the only response that Chris could find.

He went faster, harder, and deeper with each thrust. The second he showed any signs of slowing down Ashley called out, “Get on your back!”

They flipped positions and she continued his movement. He grabbed her tight ass and led her in harder and harder. They were both reaching climax for the second time that night but Chris wanted to make sure that she went first. He reached his hand between them and positioned it to massage her clit using her thrusts.

Ashley let out a long, low moan and a second later he felt her explode. Chris couldn’t take it anymore and he released himself inside of her. They both slowed to a stop and just stayed in that position for a second before she pulled out and gave him another deep passionate kiss that he returned with vigor. She just fucked him like he had never known and he wanted to let her know through his kiss.

When she collapsed next to him she gave another beautiful smile and said, “That was amazing. You were amazing.”

“We were amazing,” he said. “That was absolutely incredible.”

They found their clothes scattered around the car and got dressed. They climbed back into the front seat and both sat down with a very content sigh.

She started to get out, but turned back, “You know, I’ve always had feeling for you too.” He laughed, “Yea, I somehow gathered that,” he said, looking behind him.

“You know my parents are away this weekend…” she let that hang in the air.

Chris smiled, “Perhaps a romantic dinner Friday night?”

“I’d love to. My house, 8 p.m.?”

“Can’t wait.”

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My friends and I were all eighteen and nineteen at the time. Unfortunately the drinking age in my state was twenty-one. We had to end up driving twenty miles across the state line in order to purchase alcohol. That is just what we were doing now. My buddies and I were in my old white panel van heading to a nightclub across the state line.

This club catered to people eighteen to twenty-one in age. I had the van set up for action. On the floor were wrestling mats and over top of that was a mattress. We arrived at the club and I had to drop the guys off at the door. There were no spaces near the front so I had to park my van all the way out at the edge of the property.

When I finally entered the club it was packed with people. I didn’t see my pals anywhere so I marched to the bar to get myself a beer. I no sooner bought a drink when I thought I heard someone shouting my name.

“Tommy, Tommy!”

I could see this female walking towards me. She looked damn familiar, but I couldn’t place her. When she got right up to me she spoke.

“Tommy, don’t you recognize me, it’s Amy.”

The light bulb finally went on. Amy’s grandparents lived next to my folks house at one time. Amy and her family would come to visit on occasion and Amy would sometimes talk to me. Actually, Amy had a thing for me even that long ago. Something must have happened and Amy’s family moved away. I hadn’t seen her in over five years, I imagine. Now here she was standing right in front of me.

To be honest, I didn’t want her hanging around. I was here look for women and Amy had attached herself to my hip. I had sat down on a barstool and Amy sat down next to me. Her mouth was running like a duck’s ass. She had to tell me about her life and she was probing to find out all about me since the last time we had seen each other.

Amy asked me how I had gotten to the club. I mistakenly told her I had driven my buddies in my van from across the state line.

“I want to see your van, take me out to see it.”

She kept at it until I had to leave the club and walk her rize escort to my van. Needless to say I was not happy. I had been here barely ten minutes and I was heading back to my van for a show and tell. We finally got to the van and Amy had me open the back door. I opened it and Amy quickly jumped into the back. I tried to get her to jump back out, but she wouldn’t budge.

She motioned for me to join her. I figured I was going to have to drag her out in order to get back the the bar. Once I climbed into the back, Amy was all over me. She started to kiss my face and she was pushing me back onto the mattress. I had to admit she took me by surprise. I somehow was able to close the back door to the van, so no one could see me with her.

Amy then did the unexpected. She pull her top and bra off exposing her tits to me. I have to say Amy had big breasts and her light brown nipples were the size of silver dollars. I was staring at those tits when Amy started to tug on the zipper of my pants. She managed to unzip me and she worked her hand into my briefs. Out came my dick and Amy didn’t waste any time.

Amy surrounded my dick with her huge cans and began to slide that tittie flesh up and down my pecker. That was the tipping point for me. I started to get into it and I pushed my dick into her cleavage. Amy was pretending like my cock was getting close to her mouth and she wanted to taste me. I was getting into Amy working her magic when she finally pulled away. She sat back and pulled off the rest of her clothes. I watched as Amy slid up over top of me.

Amy then took hold of my dick and she guided it to her opening. There was a brief moment when we looked into each others eyes and then Amy sunk her pussy onto my dick. Amy had gotten what she wanted. My cock was buried to the hilt deep in Amy’s hot hole.

“Please fuck me hard, Tommy”

Amy was pleaded to me to give her all of my hard dick. I was half crazy right then anyway. All this had happened so quickly. I began to bring my ass up and push my rod deep into Amy’s belly. sakarya escort Amy would slam down hard on my erect prick and milk my cock with her tight muscles. I just hoped none of my buddies decided to come out to the van to use the mattress.

I wish I could tell you how long we ended up fucking in the back of my van. I lost all track of time, to be honest. I was drilling Amy with my thick cock and she was half screaming at me to fuck her pussy. I did pound her good and hard that night. The problem was I didn’t have a rubber on. Everything happened so quickly I didn’t have time to slip one on. I was fucking Amy’s pussy with my bare cock and I was getting close. I told Amy I better pull out, I was close to cumming.

“No, don’t pull out of me!” Amy was screaming at me.

There was no way to pull out. Amy sat right down on my cock and was wiggling her pussy around my rigid cock. I tried to hold back, but it was no use. I exploded inside Amy. I knew I had a big load stored up that night. I fired one load after another into Amy’s belly. Amy’s body shook as she milked all my hot seed from my body. One thought was passing through my head. All my cum was soaking Amy’s fertile eggs.

We must have continued to fuck for at least fifteen more minutes until I felt myself getting softer. Amy finally relented and pulled off of me. I watched as some strings of cum came dripping from Amy’s pussy. Amy somehow got to the back of the van and stepped out. I looked to see her trying to empty out some of the cum load I gave her. She soon got back into the van and we got dressed again. I told Amy to go back into the club and I would meet her there.

Amy left and I tried to get my head together. I hadn’t wanted this in the first place. I just wanted to get fucked with no attachments. Now I would have Amy wanting to be with me from now on. I went back into the bar. Luckily I saw my friends hanging out together. I motioned them over and said we had to go. Man, were they pissed! We hadn’t been there an hour or so and we were leaving samsun escort already. I told them I had this bad migraine and we had to go.

Thankfully Amy didn’t see me when we ended up leaving. I can tell you it was damn quiet on the way back home. All you could here was mumbling and grumbling about how no one had got laid that night. That wasn’t entirely true, but I didn’t dare tell them what had happened. We made it home and I laid low for some weeks. When my friends wanted to go back to the club I begged off. I didn’t want to run into Amy once more.

Some months had past. I had almost put that evening out of my mind, then I got a text message on my phone. My gut sank as I saw it was from Amy.

“Tommy, I am pregnant and I think the baby is yours…Amy”.

I was mad and worried at the same time. How did she know the baby was mine? How exactly did she get my phone number in the first place? I started to quiz my buddies. Had any of them given out my phone number? I finally got Matt to admit he had seen Amy at that club one night and she somehow knew Matt and I were friends.

“I’m sorry man, I didn’t know it was such a big deal,” he said to me.

I had to tell Matt my story from that night months ago. I had fucked Amy and now she was saying she was pregnant and the baby was mine. Matt did tell me one thing. He noticed Amy was talking up a lot of guys there at the club. She wasn’t interested in just me, that was for sure. I finally texted Amy back. I told her she had no proof that her baby was mine. I said she was seen with other guys than me and that anyone of them could be the father.

I never got a reply back. The proper time had past and Amy had to have had her baby. I had my buddies check to see if Amy ever showed up at that club anymore. No one had said they had seen her. I wondered what had happened. Was the baby really mine or some other guy that had fucked Amy besides me.

I had this guilt complex. I would be in bed and my cock would be hard. I would stroke myself and think about that night that Amy used her tits on my dick and then rode my cock until I shot my cum inside her pussy. I would get my cock so worked up I would shoot a stream of cum that would end up on my chest and belly. I would also think that I could have been fucking Amy right then. I know I do need to find out the real story soon or I will go mad.

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It is official — summertime is over. Our usual summer philanthropy of selling trinkets, crap, and dust collectors is supposed to be an all-summer project, but everyone is running around the neighborhoods, knocking on doors, and trying to hock as much of this stuff as we can. I never figured out the connection – if we are good at selling this stuff, how does that make me a good Catholic? I see a connection if my future contains mentions of Amway, Pampered Chef, or Used Cars, but will God love me more for selling seven more coaster sets than Mary?

Anyway, this is my last year doing this shit. I just turned 18 last month and I am getting ready to wrap up my parochial school career. Each year this sales thing gets easier and easier — a growing bra and cup size always helps increase sales. I was a 38C last year and did really well, so I wonder how I’ll do as a 40D this time around. I also figured out the trick to selling this stuff. Sell to men. Sell only to men. In every guy, somewhere is some form of schoolgirl crush (and thank you Brittany Spears for helping popularize this fantasy). Don’t sell to women or to a man with his wife within view. While a guy will drool over a Catholic School uniform, his wife won’t have the same reaction and you can kiss a sale goodbye.

I was going door to door on my second to last Saturday to sell stuff when I came to Al’s house. He was a little out of place in our neighborhood. Al was single, no kids, no baggage, and living surrounded by dozens of homes, all with 2.3 kids and white picket fences. At first, there were whispers that he was gay or something, but those rumors quickly died away. The word they started to use was ‘gigolo.’ I didn’t even realize people used that expression, but it seemed to fit. As most people went to church, it wasn’t uncommon to see a strange car in his driveway, or some woman coming out the front door doing the ‘walk of shame’ back to her car.

Al didn’t really live up to his namesake. When most people think of an ‘Al,’ they imagine Al the Plumber or something like that. mersin escort Al the Plumber is usually some very nice and hard working, but also overweight, balding, and 50-something. That wasn’t this Al. This Al looked Mediterranean — nice olive complexion, tall, lean, and built like a soccer player in his early 30s. The soccer moms always swooned when they saw him at block parties.

It was mid-afternoon when I knocked on his door. I had just straightened my uniform before I knocked, and as he opened up he smiled and said ‘hi, can I help you?’ I think I had interrupted him working out back or something; he was sweaty, and while he has his shirt on, it was stuck to him like a wet second skin. His shorts rode low on his hips, and his bare feel were covered in a hint of grass and dirt. With pleasantries out of the way, I went into my sales pitch, telling him I’m from Saint Mary’s, yadda yadda, yakka yakka. He invited me in, which is always good — I’ve never made a sale on the front porch.

We headed into his living room; it was big and spacious with a couch, love seat, two recliners, and a big flat-screen TV. We sat next to each other on the couch as I got out the brochure and I started showing him all the things we sell. “Need a coaster set? How about a 6″ Crucifix for above your fireplace?” He was polite enough, but there was something about him – maybe a smell, a feeling. I could just feel something building on that couch. As time drew on, I found his eyes wandering all over me. Over my face, down my neck, around my breasts, across my back, and down at my ass. I have to admit my eyes were wandering too, across his strong jaw line, over his toned chest, along his narrow waist, and even between his legs.

I think it was about 15 minutes (it could have been 3 minutes or 3 hours, I’m still not sure) when it happened. He leaned over and kissed me, warm, deep, and strong right on the lips. Kissing turned into making out, tongues swirling, passion rising. This was certainly not my first kiss, but this was muğla escort different; Al had practice, where boys my age didn’t. This was a guy whose tongue had spent a good amount of time perfecting its art, and it certainly had my attention. When he slid to my neck I let out a soft groan, feeling him lick and nibble so tenderly. We leaned back on the couch kissing passionately. I felt his hand on my side first, teasing my ribs, feeling his fingers tracing the wide band at the bottom of my bra. I looked into his eyes as his hand slid forward, caressing my big breast in his strong, sensuous hand, the wonderful feelings making my nipples started to grow. He then went to the buttons, opening them slowly, one by one, revealing more and more of my chest to him. He slowly peeled back my shirt, easing it off my shoulders and tossing it into one of the recliners. His shirt quickly followed mine, and I decided my bra was too in the way, and it was time for it to go as well.

Our kissing became more heated once we were both topless, but I was the one to go below the belt first. My hand reached for his pants, cupping the growing bulge there, feeling how hard it was already. Finding his top button, I opened it, followed by the zipper. His hips lifted just barely off the couch with perfect timing, and I slid his shorts and underwear off in quick rhythm. His hands went to my skirt, slipping it off my legs along with my panties. I kicked off my sneakers easily, and reached for my knee socks. Al stopped me though with a devilish look as he said ‘Leave them on.’ Now as naked as we were going to get, we kissed over and over again, and our hands roamed everywhere. Al’s hand teased my tits then slithered lower between my legs. His strong fingers teased my clit ever so gently, making me moan and go from damp to wet. My hand caressed, stroked, and teased his gorgeous cock, making it swell in my hand.

With one swift move, he lifted me straddling his lap, facing him. My hand was still on his cock, pointing it right at my pussy, just an nevşehir escort inch away. I slowly lowered myself on it, feeling his thick head spread me — then move inside. I slowly eased down on it, settling on his lap, his big, bare manhood deep inside me. I slowly started to grind on it, circling my hips, getting used to the girth. His wonderful hands roamed all over me as I slowly started to move up and down on it. Slowly bouncing, feeling him pushing up to meet me. His hands were all over my tits, his lips teasing my hard nipples as I rode him. I got wetter than I ever remember, my juices running down his cock as we fucked on his couch. He dropped a hand from my tits, down my stomach, over my mound, and found my clit. He started rubbing my clit in slow little circles, making me groan and moan even louder and getting me wetter and wetter. His rubbing was making me hotter and wetter and driving me towards that great feeling, that great release of a hard, strong orgasm. His rubbing made me ride him harder and faster while his hips pumped up into me over and over and over again. My head was back, my polite moans replaced by succulent screams as I drew closer. His fingers circled my clit even harder, making my whole body know what was coming. I was bouncing like a cowgirl when I felt it overtake me — my body tensing, breath haggard, my mouth open in a primal scream as every muscle tightened then released in a hard, screaming orgasm.

As I slowed down from my climax, he eased me off of him and onto the floor on my back. His sweaty face inches from mine, he slipped back inside me easily. His hips started to thrust again, but this time more forcefully. He lifted my legs up, placing my feet on his strong shoulders, my ankles tickling his ears. He moved his feet underneath himself, and wasn’t lying on top of me anymore — he was squatting. I could feel every muscle in his body behind every thrust now as he tried to fuck me right through the floor. I could feel the rug scraping up my lower back, but he felt too good to complain or ask for a pillow. I could feel every ridge, every vein in his cock as he fucked me harder and deeper. This time it was his lust rising, feeling his cock swell and pulse, then hearing him grunt and shudder as he emptied a big load of thick white cum deep inside me.

What a way to end a summer vacation…

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My classic jazz played softly in the background as you giggle again, playfully smacking my hand away. I can tell you’ve had almost too much but you’re still in something of control. I can taste the Jack Daniels on my tongue as I grin mischievously at you and intone a soft, “what?”

You blush fully now, a little more brazen with your liquid courage as you put a hand on my knee to steady me. “I don’t think I’m quite drunk enough to show you my bra.” I laugh a little and let the hand resting on the back of the lounge brush against your jaw line, my fingertips tracing the tasty looking skin and causing a little shiver to slide through you.

“Well, it’s either now or later,” I grin and lean in. You see me move forward and purposefully lean towards the coffee table to fetch your glass of wine and avoid me. I lean back in mock frustration, now seeing the game for what it is as you put your hand on my knee to steady yourself. “So, I take it you’re not wearing one then?” You almost spit the wine out of your mouth but manage to avoid it just.

“No, I’m definitely wearing one,” you giggle and lift one with your palm up, almost offering it to me. “It’s just … well, I wore such a slutty one cause I didn’t think it would be more than drinks.” I laughed now, my brain running a hundred miles an hour trying to think of what you might consider ‘slutty’. “Stop! It’s the most comfortable one I own.” you laugh in spite of yourself, trying to look stern with me and failing miserably. “You’re mocking me.”

“Absolutely,” I retort then pretend to consider my words and raise a pausing finger, playing more drunk than I actually am and continue, “not.” You laugh harder, the most beautiful sound I’ve heard in a long time. I lean in again and this time you do not move but meet my lips with yours. They’re soft and taste of the wine you’ve been drinking. The kiss lasts mere moments but it’s the most excitement I’ve had in a few weeks so I push my advantage and lean further, forcing you back into the lounge a bit. Our tongues brush gently within our mouths and the sensation tingles all the way down my body causing more reaction. I break away for a moment, looking at you as I raise my other hand to your chin, gently playing with your skin with my thumb and smile. “Not so dreadful now, was it?”

You shake your head a little and then grab me by the collar and pull me back for more. Our lips collide and I forget to breath for a moment as I feel your hand on my chest, fighting with the buttons on my shirt. I growl a bit against your lips and cover your hand with mine, stopping the frantic movement of your fingers. Your heart wasn’t in the gesture and I know from our very open and frank conversation about relationships before you enjoy the build up. I force my body to calm down and my brain to focus as I slow the kiss down, opening my mouth and closing it against your lips slowly feeling your body react but I maintain my grip on your hand.

My body responds to my commands and I wrap you in my arms, pulling your body against me, feeling the material of your dress move as you push against me. I take your hand and place it against the back of my neck before moving my hand back to the small of your back and we stay like that for a while, kissing urfa escort and reveling in the feel of each other. As if of its own volition my kisses break from your mouth and I find my way to your jaw. The soft scent of your perfume causes a grumble to emit from my chest as my lips find your neck and I kiss my way up and down one side. You groan softly and I cannot help but smile as I think about how much pleasure I’m giving you just from this.

My hands slid down your shapely body now, caressing your side and over your hip down to your thigh as I kiss my way into the valley of your cleavage and back up to the other side of your neck. I hear a petulant groan escape your lips but I am determined to enjoy my meal and growl softly. Your voice dies away as I reach your earlobe and begin to playfully nibble on it. With a quick move, I roll slightly and lie you on your back on the lounge and lay next to you feeling your body against mine and wishing all this clothing was gone. I know the rewards will be great when I finally manage to undress you but right now all I can think about are those lovely breasts and how your nipples will taste.

“If I turn off the lights,” I whisper into your ear in a growl between kisses, “then will you let me see?” I don’t wait for a response simply flick the switch and put the whole room into darkness. The street light outside plays into the front room window through the thin curtain and I can make out the dark outline of your body. While we were kissing, I had managed to undo the zipper on your dress and you obliged me by slipping out of the top half. Soft skin presented itself almost spilling out of a lovely lacey bra that attempted to contain my targets.

“It’s only fair,” you say as you undo the first few buttons on my shirt. I’m far too turned on to worry about my genetic lack of body hair as your hand touches my skin and I dive into your abundant cleavage. I feel your hands in my hair as I kiss into the deep valley of your breasts and begin massaging the other with my hand. You groan again and I feel you reach behind to release them and I take immediate advantage. Latching onto the hard nipple I begin to play with it with my tongue, flicking it rapidly across the tip and swirling it about.

As my mouth travels to the other, you help me slip out of my shirt and run your hands along my bare skin across my shoulders and I suckle at the other, bringing my hand to the first as I spend time enjoying both of your lovely breasts. They are soft and supple, tasting of your body wash and slightly of salt. You groan again and I smile up at you with your nipple in my mouth before kissing my way down your stomach.

“Now, for dessert.” I whisper as my hands help you out of the rest of your dress. I can smell your excitement and am happy to find that you smell sweet and almost tasty. I lick my lips in anticipation as I pull the thin material aside and caress your swollen lips with my tongue. You almost scream from the sensation and I gently nibble at the exposed outer lips of your sweet pussy. I alternate running my tongue up and down the folds of it and gently puckering my lips and pulling your lips apart. I tease you for a minute or so until I cannot take it anymore sivas escort and I lift your legs over my shoulders and burry my face into your pussy.

Grabbing your hips I push my nose and mouth against your lips now parting them with my tongue and feeling your wetness on my nose as I begin to feast upon you in earnest. Your hands grip my hair and your cries of passion are muffled by your thighs against my ears as I alternate with licking and sucking on your sweet pussy. I force my tongue into a hard point and gently urge it past the slight pressure before it slides into you. Your whole body bucks up as my tongue slips in and out of you and my nose rests on the hard little nub of your clit. I curve the tip of my tongue upwards to scrape along the top of your pussy as it comes out, scooping the sweet tasting nectar within into my mouth.

I replace my tongue with my long middle finger and begin to slide it slowly in and out of your sweet wet pussy. I move up slightly and kiss my way along your lips until I find your clit, standing proud now like a blossom from a flower and I gently begin to suck and lick on it. I feel your whole body convulse as I tend to your clit and slowly slide my middle finger deep into your pussy. I can see the wave of your first orgasm coming on like a tsunami and I change my tack a little, curling my finger upwards to caress the hard little g-spot inside you and it crashes over you with my mouth on your clit and my finger in your pussy, you yelling “Oh GOD!” as your body jerks uncontrollably for a moment. I caress the hard little nub with my tongue once more then pull my finger out of you, putting it in my mouth and sucking the juices off of it.

Your eyes are closed and you look almost peaceful lying there on my couch naked even if your body trembles in aftershocks. You push me from beneath your legs and I sit on the end of the couch, quite content with myself and looking at the room in the darkness which is why I don’t see you move until I feel your lips on my neck. Your breasts press against my bare skin and my body reacts. I groan quietly and you slide one leg over my hips and sit facing me in my lap. You take your time with my neck and my shoulders and I know you cannot miss the obvious buldge in my crotch as your attention makes me harder than I’ve been in a long while.

You say nothing as your breasts press against my skin and you kiss your way down to my chest. I close my eyes and lean back, trying not to explode simply from the feel of you against me and then your breasts land in my lap on either side of my aching erection. I hear you quietly say, “Now this won’t do,” as you undo my belt and then begin to release me. As an afterthought I try to tell you it was laundry day and I didn’t have any boxers on but my words jumble out as you release me by pulling my zipper down. I can feel the throb of my cock as I stands fully erect and you look up at me as you slide forward a bit, working it between your lovely tits.

I groan in pleasure as my cock jumps a bit at the touch and my eyes close of their own will before I feel a soft wetness engulf the head. I gasp at the sensation and my eyes shoot open to find you with just the head in your mouth. My hands in an tekirdağ escort effort not to grab your hair and throat fuck you, clutch at the lounge cushions. You release me and smile before lowering your head and running your tongue along its length, first one side then the other. I try not to move, try not to thrust my hips up to your eager lips but soon I’m simply fighting not to go off like a roman candle and spray you.

You continue to alternate between the licking and just sucking the head of my cock into your mouth for a minute or so (time has zero relevance at this point). I was just getting to a point where I thought I had a grip when you took me into your mouth again and went a bit deeper. I groaned as I felt the head tickle the roof of your mouth and then you hummed slightly and my vision went completely blurry. “You can’t do that,” I growled as I put my fingers in your hair and gently coaxed you off my cock. “I won’t last at all if you do that again.” You grinned at me and shrugged.

“It’s only fair,” you said as you rose gently and engulfed my cock with your breasts again. I was too weak to fight you, the animal within raging to be released but I held him back as you now enjoyed teasing my cock with your lips and mouth. You tried to deep me but I could tell while you were a wonderful kisser, you far preferred my tongue to my cock in your mouth. I didn’t care because you were sucking me off so well. The familiar build was far too great and I knew you could tell because you took me into your mouth and began to work what wasn’t in your mouth with your hand.

“I’m going … going to…” I couldn’t get the words out now and the explosion of my orgasm went off against the roof of your mouth. To be fair, you sucked it all out keeping me in your mouth until I was done. I never knew if you swallowed it or not because I had my eyes closed and didn’t give a damn about anything at that point. After I caught my breath, I opened my eyes to find you staring in wonder at my body, my cock still almost as hard as before and I smiled at you.

“You’re not done?” you asked incredulously. I shook my head and leaned forward, kissing your forehead.

“Why, are you?” in response you climbed into my lap again and easily guided my slowly hardening cock into you.

You wrapped your arms around my neck and we rocked a little, the feeling of your pussy squeezing me making me groan. I was fully erect in seconds thanks to the feel of your tight pussy trying to milk me. We moved back and forth slowly, my cock hilting inside you and then back out as your tits pressed against my chest. You called to God, said my name and we fucked like that for at least 10 minutes before I couldn’t help but speed up a bit. I was going to cum again and I wanted to watch you cum again so I began to thrust slightly, extending my hips to meet yours.

The silky feeling of your pussy was making my head spin along with the taste of your neck when I leaned forward and gently nibbled and bit at it. You were shaking with the impending release and then it washed over you and you clamped down on my cock like a velvet vice. I groaned as you forced me deep, making the head of my cock bump into something deep inside you. I pumped once or twice more and exploded deep within you, triggering your third orgasm for the night.

I don’t remember going to bed but when I woke up, you were spooned into me with that lovely ass pressed against my cock and I was hard again with more thoughts on things to do to you before we had to part company.

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Clive received the message on his mobile, whilst sitting in his office. His father-in-law, the old goat, wanted to meet with him privately and had booked one of the smaller meeting rooms in the House for 11am. Checking his watch, Clive reckoned that he had time for a quick shag and was just about to pick up his phone and dial Stacy’s number when there was a knock on his door.

“Come,” he called out, expecting to see either Beryl, his more than middle-aged, totally unattractive pa or, preferably, Stacy, the red-haired Polish beauty who had been satisfying his sexual desires for the last few weeks. When the door opened and Penny walked in, he was, initially, disappointed. She was, however, wearing a very attractive, sleeveless, wrap-around red dress that finished just above the knees. Clive’s eyes were drawn to her legs, the soft, smooth skin calling to him. His mind thought back to when he had licked her cum of off his fingers; his cock began to grow in his pants as he remembered how he had enjoyed the taste of it.

“Penny, come around here, please,” he said.

Penny walked towards him; her hips sashaying as she walked in her high heels, stopping at the side of his chair. Clive reached out with his hand, stroking her nylon clad leg, enjoying the feel of the smooth material under his fingers. His hand reached under the hem of her dress and continued upwards until he felt the bare flesh at the top of her stockings, pausing here to enjoy the feel of her bare flesh, before he continued towards his goal. He paused when he reached the edge of her panties and then withdrew his hand. He looked into Penny’s eyes and then back down at her legs, his mind racing at the thought of what he wanted to do.

“Penny, take your panties off please,” requested Clive.

Penny was surprised and delighted at the new Clive; he had never used the word “please”in her presence previously and here he was now wanting her cock bared and ready for action. Penny turned her back on Clive and reached under her dress, grabbing the sides of her panties and slowly lowering them, bending at the waist as she did so, the hem of her dress rising tantalisingly up. Clive was watching the show as it developed before him, his hand moving to his crotch and stroking his cock through his trousers as Penny bent over and her delicious derriere came into view; he could see the dark circle of her anus, that anus that he had fucked so many times. When Penny had her panties round her ankles, she turned her head and looked back at Clive, seeing his face ogling her posterior, his mouth open and a tiny drool of saliva leaking out.

“You can kiss it if you want, Clivey baby, I don’t mind,” she wiggled her arse and then reached around pulling her cheeks apart.

Clive dived in, his mouth covering her anus and his tongue licking at the sweet little opening before him. He licked her ferociously, his tongue lapping up and down her little butthole, before he inserted the tip inside her.

“Oh God, yes, Clive – that feels amazing,” moaned Penny, as she started to rub her cock.

“Leave that alone,” said Clive, pulling away from her, “that belongs to me.”

Penny removed her hand and just held on to the edge of the desk for support as her legs began to go weak. Clive seemed like a man possessed as he worked his tongue up and down, in and around her arsehole. She so desperately wanted to stroke her cock but, equally, was hoping that Clive was going to suck her off.

“Lay on your back on the floor, Penny,” said Clive, as he stood up and removed his trousers.

Penny did as requested and lay down on the carpeted floor, her eyes watching Clive as he stripped his lower half bare. He proceeded to lay on top of Penny in a 69 position, lowering his cock into Penny’s waiting mouth as he eyed up the cock beneath him. He briefly re-considered his decision, but the sight of the pre-cum leaking from the cock in front of him drew him in – he opened his mouth in a gasp as Penny’s mouth began to suck hard on his cock and, with Penny thrusting up, he soon found his lips wrapped around a cock for the first time in his life. He enjoyed the softness of the skin as it entered his mouth and the warmth of the cock on which he was sucking; the viscosity of the fluid leaking into his mouth, as well as the taste of it, was also to his liking. Clive lowered his mouth further, taking more of Penny’s cock into his mouth as he sucked on the throbbing member beneath him, at the same time pushing his cock further into Penny’s mouth. Clive had soon lost any doubts he had about what he was doing; the sensations in his groin and the enjoyable feeling of a cock in his mouth removed any lingering thoughts of stopping and he was soon bouncing his mouth up and down the rigid pole. Penny had hold of his hips and was pulling his cock further and further in, her tongue lapping at the very welcome invader.

They continued sucking each other’s cock for some time, Clive getting used to using his tongue to pleasure the cock in his mouth while at the same time enjoying thrusting his length into Penny’s willing mouth. kütahya escort He was first to cum, his cock erupting in her mouth and coating her tongue and the back of her throat with his thick gooey cream. Penny bucked her hips faster, driving her cock into Clive’s mouth, sometimes getting caught slightly by his teeth but she didn’t care; she wanted him to swallow her load and she was determined to fill his mouth with her cream. She reached down and pushed his head down further as, with one final thrust, she felt her cum shooting up her cock and out into Clive’s waiting mouth. Penny groaned as she felt Clive sucking and swallowing, having christened him in the art of cock-sucking.

When she had finished, she was surprised when Clive moved around and lay on top of her, kissing her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She accepted his tongue willingly, tasting her own cum on it as she sucked and licked it. Clive was feeling her breasts, playing with her nipples as he kissed her passionately; his cock laying up against hers. He found that he even enjoyed this sensation and started to move his cock – rubbing Penny’s cock with his own. Soon they were both hard again and Clive could feel dampness on his stomach – unsure whether it was from Penny, himself or a mixture of fluids from their cocks. Suddenly, he turned Penny over, and positioned his cock at her arsehole. Penny moaned as she felt him rubbing the tip of his cock against her; parting her legs, she reached behind herself and pulled her arse cheeks apart.

“Yes, please Clive,” she murmured, between panting breaths.

Clive didn’t need to be asked twice and was soon forcing his cock into Penny’s arse, his hands helping Penny to pull her cheeks as far apart as they would go as he continued to force his length into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered, as he watched his cock slide into the delightful butt beneath him.

“Fuck my little tush Clive, baby – you’ve filled my mouth, now fill my arse,” she cried out.

Clive began to pump in and out of her, his hands feeling the soft, velvety skin of her arse as he plundered her rear. His cock noticeably stretching the little hole beneath him. He watched as it slightly contracted as he pulled out, only to be stretched again with each forward thrust. This was the first time he had paid any attention to her butt when he fucked her and he found the sight not only fascinating but very erotic and stimulating. With another three thrusts, he was shooting his second load into her arse, his cock spasming inside her. He collapsed on top of her and just lay there, listening to her breathing as she came down from, what he assumed, was an orgasm.

He was stirred from his almost trance-like status by a knock on the door.

“One minute,” he called out, as he quickly rose to his feet and dressed himself, encouraging Penny to do the same. “Okay, enter,” he said, as he sat back in his chair with Penny, somewhat to his annoyance, sitting on the corner of his desk facing him, her legs parted and no panties on.

The door opened and Stacy walked in. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, a knowing smile spreading across her face, “and I hope you haven’t been taking advantage of my girlfriend’s willingness to please,” she added, as she placed some files on Clive’s desk. Stacy walked around to stand at the side of Penny, moving her hand up and under her dress, feeling the dampness of leaking cum.

“Stand up Penny honey, let me see what he has done to you.”

Penny stood and Stacy lent her over Clive’s desk, raising the hem of Penny’s dress until it was bunched around her waist. Looking at the sore bottom before her, with a trail of cum leaking out of it, Stacy lowered her mouth and kissed her girlfriend’s arsehole, gathering up as much cum as she could. She turned towards Clive and opened her mouth, showing him the cum on her tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing. She then returned her mouth to Penny’s backside and started to push her tongue into Penny, licking and swallowing all the cum she could find. When she had the last mouthful, she moved away from Penny and approached Clive, kissing him on the lips and thrusting her cum-covered tongue into his mouth. Clive reached out and caressed her breasts as she fed him his own cum from Penny’s arse; she was both pleased and surprised that he not only accepted it readily but swallowed the mouthful she fed him.

As Stacy retreated and moved back to Penny, Clive checked his watch again.

“Christ, I’m gonna be late,” he said, as he quickly rose to his feet, checking his zip and rushing into his adjoining bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror. “Scoot, you two – come on, hurry up.”

The three of them left the room, the two girls giggling as Clive marched out of the office and towards the front door. Penny and Stacy made a point of kissing in front of Beryl before they exited, making their way to their own offices.

When Clive entered the meeting-room at the House, he was confronted with the sight of his manisa escort father-in-law sitting behind the desk with a pile of what appeared to be photographs in front of him.

“Take a seat, Clive, take a seat – we have some important matters to discuss.”

Clive glanced nervously at the photos, wondering if someone had caught him in flagrante delicto and spilled the beans to Rebecca’s father. As he sat, he watched Lord D’Estrage sorting through the photos and then looking across at him.

After a few minutes silence, that seemed like an eternity, Lord D’Estrage held out one of the photos to Clive.

“Looks like someone has quite a little nest egg built up Clive, my lad – care to explain?”

Clive breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure he could make up some believable cock-and-bull story that the old goat would believe and then he would find out who had breached his security.

“Oh, that,” he began, “an inheritance from a distant aunt – popped her clogs in New Zealand and left everything to me.” He smiled at his father-in-law, though his smile faded when he saw the look on the other man’s face.

“Really Clive? Really? After all that I’ve done for you, you are going to sit there and lie to my face?”

“What do you mean, sir? It’s the truth,” asserted Clive, small beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Lord D’Estrage gave him another filthy look as he popped some kind of small electronic device into a machine and pressed a button. Clive was stunned as he listened to his calls to Giles Shaw and Andrew Stephenson being relayed into the room.

“Have you got my office bugged?” he asked incredulously.

“Let’s not get into the how’s and why’s Clive – but I must say I am very disappointed in you,” came the response.

“It’s just funds for my campaign Sir,” Clive said, “I was trying to ease the burden on your pocket, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m not disappointed that you’re a corrupt bastard Clive; far from it – in fact that’s why I selected you. I’m disappointed that you would see fit to lie to me, after all that I’ve done to get you where you are today!”

“I’m sorry Reuben, I was worried that you wouldn’t approve,” replied Clive.

“Oh, officially I don’t, and if this ever gets out I will disown you without a second thought,” said Lord D’Estrage, “However, with this lot of little goodies on you, what I want you to know is that when you become PM, you will not be in power but I will. Sure, you can have all the trappings of being the PM, being the nation’s figurehead, all the apparent power and glory that goes with the job but you will do as I say, the policy decisions will be my decisions – you will not sign a single document of import without my express consent – do you understand?”

Clive looked glumly at his father-in-law as he nodded his head, “Yes, sir – I was always going to seek your advice in any case.” Inside, his stomach was churning, his mind racing, trying to think of ways to get around this – he wanted the power all to himself, as things stood, he would merely be the old man’s puppet.

“Okay, meeting over – you can go back to whichever young tart it is you want to take your frustrations out on now,” said Lord D’Estrage as he watched Clive rise from his seat and leave the room like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Clive left the House and headed straight for “Number Ten” where he ordered a double Tarquin’s and tonic. He downed the drink in one and then ordered another, before retiring to a table in the corner pondering what, if anything, he could do to get out of his current situation.

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Stacy was just finishing off some paperwork when her phone buzzed again. She picked it up and smiled when she saw Rebecca’s name as the message sender. She held the phone in her hand, rotating it as she considered her next move, eventually deciding to call the “poor woman” and put her out of her misery.

“Rebecca, hi honey,” she said, “been missing you so much.”

“Really?” came the response, Rebecca’s voice sounding hopeful, “I’ve tried to get hold of you so many times.”

“Sorry Rebecca, it’s just that my boss keeps me so busy,” stated Stacy, “anyway, we could meet for lunch today – and then we could come back to my office – my employer is out all afternoon and we could have some fun.”

They arranged to meet at “Number Ten” at 1 o’clock and see how the afternoon panned out.

As soon as she put the phone down, Rebecca went to her dressing room and surveyed her wardrobe, selecting a low-cut virtually backless navy-blue number that ended mid-thigh. As she tried it on, she sat on a chair and crossed her legs, taking note of how high the dress rose up, exposing her thighs. She smiled to herself and then picked out a matching pair of heels and a handbag. When she was ready, she checked herself in the mirror one final time before dialling for a cab.

The cab pulled up outside “Number Ten” at twelve-forty and Rebecca was just in the process of tipping the driver as her eyes caught mardin escort sight of Clive exiting the pub. She paused and watched him as he walked down the road, somewhat tipsily, heading in the direction of his office.

Exiting the cab, she watched Clive until he disappeared out of sight and then entered the bar.

“Mrs Samuels,” called out Claire from behind the bar, “you’ve just missed him – he left just a minute or so ago.”

Rebecca smiled at her as she eyed the young woman up and down. Claire had always been on her list of “targets” and she was dressed to please the customers for sure; a low-cut top revealing a very ample cleavage and a mini-skirt. In her mind, Rebecca was bending the barmaid over the counter of the bar and baring her arse and pussy before devouring them.

“Mrs Samuels?” said Claire again, “is something wrong?”

“No dear, I was miles away, that’s all. I’m not here to see Clive – there’s a friend of mine that I’ve arranged to meet for lunch – I reserved the back room.”

Claire checked the reservations list and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “it must have been one of the others that took the booking – let me get you a drink and then I’ll go and check that everything is set up in there.”

After serving Rebecca with the glass of Chardonnay she ordered, Claire moved from behind the bar and made her way to the small, discreet room at the back of the bar used for “private” meetings. Rebecca’s eyes followed the shapely legs and arse as they made their way past her and towards the room and then gazed at the attractive chest of the young woman as she came back.

“Yes, it’s all set up for you in there – if you want to wait in there, I will send your friend in when he or she arrives,” stated Claire.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait out here and chat with you, if that’s okay?” responded Rebecca, smiling as she looked into Claire’s eyes.

Claire blushed; she had been aware of Rebecca gazing at her bosom and had heard the rumours that the woman was an ardent lesbian. She had never tested those waters and was generally happy with a cock servicing her animalistic needs but, she had to admit, Rebecca was an incredibly attractive, if somewhat older, woman who knew how to dress both classily and sexily. She unwittingly licked her lips as she responded, “That will be fine, Mrs Samuels – it’s quite quiet at the moment – you’ll have to excuse me of course when anyone needs serving.”

“Of course, honey, and call me Rebecca please – Mrs Samuels is far too formal.”

Claire smiled; Rebecca had a way of putting you at your ease and Claire was getting drawn into the web that Rebecca was spinning for her. Their voices had lowered and their talk had become more conspiratorial as Stacy walked up to the bar.

“So, what might you two be plotting?” she enquired, a smile spreading across her face.

Claire looked at her in shock as she realised that Rebecca’s lunch-date was Clive’s assistant who regularly lunched and flirted with him at the pub. It fleetingly crossed her mind to try and disclose this to Rebecca, but decided to avoid the issue – it not being her place to snitch on her regulars.

She poured Stacy her usual glass of Sauvignon Blanc and watched as the two women made their way to the back room, a tinge of jealousy entering her head as she wondered what they might get up to. After about ten minutes she entered the private room and took their food order, trying to spot whether any clothing was out of place or looking unusually rumpled. Disappointed that there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, she returned to the bar and passed the order to the kitchen to prepare the lunches.

When the food was ready, Claire served the food to Rebecca and Stacy, still unable to see any signs of sexual activity. What she failed to spot, to Stacy’s amusement as she had noticed the barmaid’s searching eyes, was Stacy’s shoeless foot under the table and between Rebecca’s thighs, stroking the crotch of her panties.

The two women lunched and chatted like old friends, Rebecca advising Stacy how she had spotted her husband leaving just as she was arriving and what a co-incidence it was that Stacy worked in the same area as her husband. Stacy smiled knowingly but gave nothing away. Halfway through their meal, Stacy had decided to get up and sit next to Rebecca rather than opposite her; she ate with one hand while her other was constantly stroking Rebecca’s thigh, slowly working the dress up her leg. When Claire came in to see if there was anything else they needed and whether they needed more drinks, Stacy left her hand where it was and Claire could see her stroking Rebecca’s bare thigh what must have been inches from her pussy. Claire gulped as she briefly froze, watching the fingers moving tantalisingly up Rebecca’s leg until Rebecca reminded her that they had both asked for fresh drinks. Claire blushed as she removed the empty glasses from the table and left the room, returning with two new glasses. When she placed the glasses down on the table, she spotted a pair of panties, she assumed Rebecca’s, on the floor. Her eyes moved to Rebecca’s lap where there was obvious movement under her dress; Rebecca’s face was flushed as she looked into the barmaid’s eyes and winked at her. Claire left the room in a hurry and asked Patrick, the other barman on duty to cover her while she went to the toilet.

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Gary came strolling into the break room, and saw you sitting in the chair talking about the vacation you had that was a blast. You were describing the wilderness and the animals that roamed in the wild has you biked and hiked the trails, living life to the fullest. “So you are back from vacation, sounds like you had a great time.”

“Yep, I did.” As you flashed your pearly white smile, “I would do it again in a heart beat. So how is your wife and kids doing?”

“Great, work is so-so not missing much,” Gary said as he started to twirl a piece a paper with a string on his finger tip, with a big grin on his face as he continued his conversation. ” I ran into someone from your recent past.”

“Really, who and what is that you are spinning on your finger?” you chuckled flashed you a smile again.

“It is her phone number, there is more I have story she wrote as well; a fictional story but I found it quite humorous and one of those to good to be true story. I will give you one guess who it could be?”

You sat and pondered for a moment shrugging your shoulders not knowing whom it could be but before you were about to give up and say whom you already knew the answer. “No way, not her. I am going to strangle that gal as soon as get my hands on her. What did she say? Did she tell you that she was doing this? How bad is it? Is it a continuation of what was said in the first letter? Tell me!!” Your eyes went from bright sparkles and humble laugh to almost devilish smirk with blue eyes of steel. “C’mon Gary speak or am I going to have to kick your ass to get it out of you.”

Gary laughed, “I have her telephone number twirling on my finger; the story is on the net. She told me where I could find it, and let me tell you it gets pretty good. Guess you are going to have to read it yourself.” Gary turned and started to walk away as he took a few steps he turned to say. “Look from what I can tell from the story and what you told me about her earlier and what she has told me. I find you both kind of funny that you both do not admit that you both want each other. She told me what happened and the reason why she did it, but I get the feeling that there is more to it. Just like you. Both of you are playing cat and mouse.

Unfortunately I think she is winning the game because you cannot handle some one like her. She has way too much fire, and heat that is uncontrollable. But the weird thing is both of you like to spread your wings and run free, and I bet you are the only one that could actually control her wicked ways. If you know; what I mean. She had tickets to a baseball game and she was going to offer to you come with her as a peace offering. But you went on vacation that week. She has another offer for you but she said that you were mad at her and claimed she is stalking you; which she is not. She was just messing with your head which did not help the matter because now you have a bigger ego than ever.” Gary shook his head and laughed in disbelief. “Both of you are made for each other just go talk to her by the way here is her telephone number if you want it. As he pushed the small paper on the table towards you, you back away.

“I don’t want it. I am not interested in her she wants me see she wrote another story and that is what I need to prove that she is stalking me.” You say as you get bent out of shape. “When is that girl going to learn her lesson, not to mess with me. I didn’t do any thing wrong she just keeps pulling my chain. I swear I am going to get her one way or the other and I will give her a peace of my mind. Where can I find that story on the net?” you grumble

Gary smiled and chuckled, “I can not believe how bent out shape you are over her your eyes sparkle when, you realized who I talked to yet you won’t admit to your self. If you are not interested why do you get yourself all worked up about it?”

“Wouldn’t you?

“Wouldn’t I what?”

“If she did this to you wouldn’t you be pissed?”

“Yeah I would but remember I am married you are not.” Gary said with a smirk, “And if my wife did this prior to our marriage or even now I think I would love her even more trying to express her feelings on paper about me that is something special, which I would not have the courage to do.”

“So you are saying she loves me? Possibly even wants me?” With a smirk

“No I never said that she loves you, I said my wife would be showing her affection that way. And if you think about it maybe this is a way to get your attention. And believe me it worked.”

You stood there with your hands on hip tapping your foot and taking your fingers and running thru your hair. “God Damn that woman she is going to get the best of me yet, what else did she say.”

Gary shrugged his shoulders, “Not much, she was in a car accident about a week ago and her back was hurting she was rear ended on the interstate coming back from the game which she had seats behind home plate.”

“What did you say? I was lost in thought for a moment.” As your eyes locked into Gary’s your eyes changed to warm concern look.

“She had kuşadası escort seats behind home plate for the game she was going to ask you to but you were on vacation.”

“No, before that”

“She was in a car accident, on the interstate she got rear ended.”

“Is she okay? Who hit her did she get the name of the person, did he take off?”

“She is okay, her back is sore. Unfortunately the person who hit her had no insurance and driver license.”

“Ouch, that is a bummer. I hope she is okay.”

Gary smiled knowing that you will not admit to anything but you do care, “Well if want to see how she is doing why don’t you give her a call.”

“Hmm may be I should call her” as you grab the piece of paper and put it in your pocket. “What can it hurt?”

Gary laughed and started to walk away “C’mon the plane has landed.”

You followed behind him shaking your head and thinking what in the hell am I going to do once I get my hands on you. God Damn you woman you are going to drive me insane.

Two weeks went by and no sight of her. Gary spoke to her few times in the last couple of weeks but both of them did not have time to chit chat long, all Gary knew was her back ached when the weather changed but everything else was going well she was back to working out at the gym and she was working on pumping her legs again at 320lb dead lift. The more you thought of her the more you wanted her but, could not have her. She was way to innocent even after the first note she sent you. She doesn’t know the kind of guy you really are. She could get hurt by you why couldn’t she left you alone. You still did not know where the second story was Gary did not give in, for the fact he didn’t want her to get into any kind of trouble with you. Great Gary is taking her side you thought to yourself how in the hell can you talk to her with out anyone knowing.

Yeah you had her number but what would you say once she picked up the line. And you wanted to talk to her person to read her better to catch her mess up. Yeah you could tattle but what proof did you have on her. None…Gary did help a little by letting you know that she worked certain hours and you could catch her after work if you wanted to. But what would you say to her once you had her in your possession. Lots of words came to mind but would it be worth the cause. And what about Amanda the girl you have been with things just don’t seem the same with her since you came back from vacation. Amanda is one of those girls you just can’t touch. She tiny; with big bosom, and nice behind to go with it, with long white bleach blonde hair. She was almost looked like a Barbie Doll but her dimples and her round face with brown eyes didn’t make the Barbie doll look. She was totally into herself and if she called, it was on her time only.

Wow you realized the rush hour traffic was bad so you decided to take the next turn; which brought you closer to the airport. The radio just got done blasting a song by Aerosmith, and now it had a song on from Lifehouse. As you pondered in your thoughts the words from the song started to ring from your lips. You started to smile realizing the song you were singing was a song made for you and her. Not you and Amanda but for her. You glance to see the time and it was 5:07pm. She should be getting out of work by now so you decide to take a detour to see if she was their. You needed to talk to her you wanted to talk to her. As you came up the front drive you see all of the 5pm airport people hussling their way to the shuttle bus. Damn you thought to yourself you missed her. As you came up to the group, nope she was not there. You sunk your shoulders in and back into the seat as you were about to give up you here “Wait for me” as she tried to hussle towards the bus. You gulp, because of all sudden your mouth goes dry and you don’t know what to say. Your fingers press down on the passenger window as the window glides down you call for her. “Hey you?” yell out the window. She stops thinking she heard someone call for her. She turns and sees you. Smiles and turns to catch up with the group where the bus was loading. “Wait come back here.” You call out again in a stern voice as you try to get out of your car. She stops again seeing that you are trying to talk to her.

“What? I am going to miss my bus?”

“I will give you a ride to your car. I promise I won’t do anything can we talk for a moment.”

A sheriff sees that you got out of your car and starts to tell you to move your vehicle. “C’mon before I get a ticket, get in the car.” As you grab her arm and walk towards your car. She walks with you with hesitance but keeps up with you. As a gentleman you open the passenger side door and help her in. You run to other side and let your self in and take off before the sheriff razzes you again. “Look we need to talk”

“Yeah I know,” she mumbles as she looks out the window.

“You can not do this to me, I have a girlfriend and she will be upset if she found out what you are doing.” Telling her in stern voice hoping kocaeli escort it would scare her into not doing anything again. “Look I don’t like you, and I don’t want anything to do with you if you keep this up I am going to call the cops on you for harassment.” You look to see the expression on her face knowing you have her cornered and she has no way out, you smile in your defense.

“You have nothing on me.” She says coolly as she turns to look into your eyes

“Yes I do. I know you wrote a story about us.” Smiling knowing she is going to cower in given moment time. “And what about the stuff before this the letter and strawberries?”

“Really, and its based off of fictional characters not true people and if sounds like you I do apologize, anyway what did you think of the story I wouldn’t mind your input to make it better.”

Your eyes look away from her back to concentrating on the road in hand, “shit” you thought to your self now what do you, you don’t have any proof, “Umm, I didn’t read the story, I don’t even know where the story is the guys at work told me about it but they did not tell me the sight because they don’t want you to get into trouble with me.”

“So you lied to me and threaten me for no reason. Why?” She looks at you with sadden eyes.

“Look I am sorry I am just mad that you keep bugging me all the time.”

“I don’t bug you at all I see you I turn the other way you have no proof on what I did.”

“I do know that you want me and you won’t stop until get me.” You smile knowing that you won the argument.

“Excuse me Mr. Hotpants but I don’t think so. If you know that I want you why don’t you come check it out for your self, and you miss the turn to go get my car.” She grumbled.

“Well I am taking you for a little ride darling so we can finish this conversation. You can get your car later. And I will prove to you that you want me as soon as can find a place to park.” You smiled with a devilish grin.

“Well really, and as I get turned on your telling me that you won’t, find enjoyment in yourself. That you won’t be turned on by touching me. You’re the one that wants to make a point to see if I get turned on by you but you’re the one that is actually hot for me.” She smiled back knowing that she won.

“Damn it woman, I swear you get the best of me yet. I told you I don’t want nothing to do with you I have a girlfriend.”

“Then why do you want to prove a point that is worthless anyway?” as she squirmed over to you closer you take a gulp as she watches your adam’s apple go up and down.

“I don’t” you mumble as you look into her eyes you realize she is beautiful, and pull her glasses way from her face. When you realize her hand and thumb are caressing your right thigh near the crease of your crotch. “Hey hey not so fast, let me park this bad boy before we go there.” You smile as you grab her hand try to move it way.

She smiles and giggles, knowing she won. “Your to easy.” She whispers in your ear. She takes a small nibble on your ear lobe and trails it down your neck.

“Hey, hey, hey, I am driving here, and I told you I am not interested in you at all.” As you try to push her way, your mind is starts to race on the small kisses you received on your neck. You check to see if she left any marks. ” See I told you want me, you can not keep your hands off me.” You gleam. You drive until you found a secluded spot where no one is around, and the two of you can not be seen together. “Look you have to take the story off the net. If my girlfriend found out about this she would kill you.”

“How would she know it is you, I never used your name or mine. It could be anyone from the airport or even from a different city. Why are you so concerned over something so little?

“Look the guys are starting to talk about us and I don’t want anyone knowing my business I am happy with the way things are. And that does not include you and me.”

“I never wrote about us so don’t jump to conclusion yes I took some of you and made you in the story but I don’t know exactly how you feel or what your thinking that is all fictional. As for the story I can not take it off the net it is already posted and will stay posted.”

“I swear you are going to be the death of me woman. We can not do this do you understand. This can not happen.”

“Why are you repeating in issue I already know, it sounds like you are trying to convince yourself more than me. Why don’t you face the truth and come out and say it.” She said with a smirk.

“Say what?” you said as you turn to her, and reach out to her knowing that you shouldn’t, “I am sorry you feel this way towards me but it can not happen it just can’t. I wish I could make you understand that.” As you caress her chin you realize she has the most interesting blue green eyes and her lips are the most kissable lips you ever seen. They were full compared to Amanda’s and her eyes gave way to her soul compared to Amanda dark eyes. “You drive me mad woman” as you take your hand caress her face you reach around to konya escort the back of her neck to pull her closer to you. You whisper to her “Kiss me” as you pull her to your face, you look into her eyes as you go for the kiss. Her lips were soft, and little wet because she just lightly caressed her tongue before you went to kiss her. She melted with your touch, your tongue dances on her lips before she parts them wider to let you in. You dance for a moment taking her breath into yours biting caressing clinging on what could be the last kiss you ever received. Your hands move down to her back, stopping at her rib cage she jumps a little “Shhh everything will be okay.. Come a little closer to me” you whisper in her ear. You can smell the sweet perfume she had on hint of musk you trail kisses as she climbs closer to you with one leg over the both of yours she straddles you. You continue to kiss her neck and let your hands wander to the front where you could feel her taunt breasts. You can not believe how firm and strong even her back had defintion to it, which was even more of turn on. You lock gazes for a moment knowing full well you should not continue but curiosity has gotten to the best of you and you won’t stop until you get what you want.

Her hands trail down to your shoulders and down the front of your chest. She tugs at your shirt unbuttoning one by one. “We should stop, you know.” Her eyes sparkled.

“Yeah we should. Do you want me to stop?”she shook her head no ” good I don’t want to stop either man you have a strong muscles in your back and your breast are so firm, I want to see more of them.” As you start to unbutton her dress you didn’t realize how big they were you were in heaven as you went to kiss them over her sports bra. “God that feels so good don’t stop touching me” she moaned to your touch as she threw her head back. “You like how that feels don’t you”

“Yess” she moans her hands slither down to your pants and she could feel you already hard and strong waiting to be freed as she caressed the outside of your pants. She nibbled on your shoulder and left nipple watching it turn hard to her touch after her kiss.

You help her pull off her dress and you take off your shirt, you unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. You continue to suck and nibble on her breast as your one hand finds it way to her most vulnerable spot. She gasps knowing you would find her sex wet and ready, yet you take your fingers and curls under to pull her panties down. Your palm caresses her outer most part before diving in as she raised her hips to meet your hand for better entrance. She moans in delight taking in every inch that she can as she starts to pant and moan. You smiles knowing that you have total control of her with her dancing in the palm of your hand. You continue to bite and suck on each of her breast as she continues to concentrate on the pleasure that is rising in her. You stop for a moment to adjust yourself and to undo your pants.

She watches you wiggle out your pants and you pull down your smiley boxers off as well. You know she is ready to have you, but you want to taste her before you enter so you come up for one last kiss before you go down to taste her sex juice that is spilling from her. She cries out “Oh god and begs you to stop”, but knowing full well she doesn’t want you to stop. You look up to her and smile and start to nibble tasting how sweet she really is before you drive yourself into her you pick her up and have her straddling you once again as you enter you can feel her tightness knowing you shouldn’t do this but it was to late for you to stop now knowing both wanting each other for a long time you gently glide yourself in as she lowers herself on you. You grab her by the neck and kisses her deeply as she sinks all the way down on to you making you and her become one.

Both of you hold there for a moment resting before you start to ride one another. You pump each other thrust for thrust in a small slow pace holding onto each stroke as if it would be your last. Tasting and kissing one another as you continue to pump each other, you look into each other eyes knowing what the other person wants. You pick her up one more time and lay her on the seat as you begin to thrust harder into her feeling her body tightening around your manhood and not letting go her moans tell you that she is ready to cum so you begin to pump faster as she starts to squirm underneath you for more fulfillment. Her breath quickens has you start to cum inside her making you and her become one.

Both you and her lay in the afterglow in each other arm the smell of your lovemaking in the air mixed with the sweat and heat that you both created. You lay on top her listening to the sound of her heart pounding as she comes back down to reality, you don’t want to say word for what you both endured should not have happened but you had taste of her and you want more of what she has to offer. You whisper “Are you okay?” and she nods yes as strokes her fingers thru your hair as her legs are still wrapped around your waist. You both laugh for the moment not believing what just happened “Jesuzz woman your incredible, how about another round at?” As you push your manhood back towards her entrance. You start kiss her belly button, back up to her breast that already took abuse from the biting and sucking from the first time around.

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To start, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Colin. I’m nineteen and attending University. Some people refer to me as a nerd, but I don’t consider myself to be one. I’m highly intelligent and currently studying for a double degree in IT and Electrical Engineering. I play chess and dabble in martial arts.

Rowan is one of the cheerleaders at the University. Say blonde cheerleader and whatever description pops to mind would be fairly accurate of Rowan. She’s eighteen and also studying IT.

Rowan and I hit it off like cat and dog, right from the very first meeting. Since then we’ve tended to pretend that the other wasn’t there.

I was ambling home after my various classes were over one day and took a short cut through a park. By a coincidence, which I suspect wasn’t a complete coincidence, Rowan entered the park right behind me, escorted by friends, two of those slabs of beef they call football players.

Now, right then, Rowan was feeling slightly pissed off at me. It appears that she overheard a remark I made about some people who were all boobs and no brains, and she’d taken it personally. Some people are so sensitive.

Strolling along behind me, Rowan was talking loudly, denigrating certain people that she categorised as nerds and geeks, socially inept idiots who understood nothing about real life.

Knowing that she couldn’t possibly be referring to a fine upstanding chap like myself, popular with all I meet, it was a simple matter to ignore the innuendo. This seemed to upset the girl, and her remarks became somewhat more pointed. I ignored those as well. Why should I lower myself to get into a squabble with a bimbo?

The trouble started when we reached a part of the park that was rather devoid of human presence. Apparently irritated that I wasn’t biting on her barbs, Rowan picked up some acorns from under a nearby tree and started pitching them at me. Typical of the female throwing arm, the first several missed. Then she managed to bounce a couple off my back but, the way she threw, they barely registered, though I was starting to get irritated. Then she managed to hit me on the ear, and that stung.

I spun around to face her and the two slabs of beef stepped around her and stood in front of me like a human shield. The idiots apparently thought I’d be impressed by all that muscle. They were smirking and Rowan was giggling, and I grabbed the Muscle by the testicles and tried to pick them up.

They left themselves wide open. If I’d wanted to I could have just booted them in the cods before they could defend themselves. As it was I had ample time to get a handful in each hand and then I heaved upwards, crushing my hands closed at the same time.

Now I did persuade the two gentlemen to stand on their toes, but there was no way I was going to actually pick them up. I gave a final crush and push and let them go and they just sagged to the ground, trying to console their balls with the knowledge that I’d let go.

I stepped past Rowan’s fallen heroes and was next to her while she was still trying to work out what had happened. I flicked up her skirt, grabbed her panties and just pulled them straight down. kahramanmaraş escort I had them around her ankles before she knew it, and when she started to react and step back it assisted me. As soon as her first foot lifted I had the panties off it, and completely off moments later.

I stood up, pushed the panties into my pocket and started to walk away. I figured I’d take three steps before she started after me, and I was spot on.

“Colin, you pig. How dare you? Give those back to me.”

I just ignored her and kept walking. I wanted a bit of distance between us and the muscle before their balls stopped hurting and they came looking with blood in their eyes.

“Don’t you ignore me,” Rowan wailed. “I need those. I can’t go wandering around without them.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Why do you think why not? The slightest breeze and I’ll be showing everything. Give them to me, you asshole.”

We’d gone around a turn in the path by that stage, out of sight of the beef. I figured that they’d now go staggering away, vowing vengeance for another day. I stopped and looked at Rowan. She had a point. The skirt she had was rather short and loose and a nice breeze would have fun with it. I’m sure Rowan had fun with the breeze, too, but that would be while she was wearing panties. Not wearing them was another thing.

“What does it matter?” I asked her. “According to legend half the school has seen what you have to offer anyway.”

“That’s a lie,” she said, sounding shocked. “I’m not that sort of person and you know it.”

“Really? Well, I’ll make a deal with you. You show me what you don’t want the world to see and I’ll consider giving you your panties back.”

“Are you mad? Do you expect me to lift my dress in public with no panties on?” Her voice sounded a little shrill. Nerves I guess.

I looked around.

“Um, apart from thee, me, and some bushes, there is no public here. There is a very nice oak tree, but I don’t think it cares about your panties or lack thereof.”

I could see her weighing the pros and cons. She didn’t want to flash me, but on the other hand I’d probably seen her when I took her panties off. (I hadn’t because I hadn’t really been looking. No time for sightseeing at that stage.) Also working against her was her ego. It always flatters a girl, knowing a man wants to see her naked.

She suddenly pulled her skirt up, showing some very shapely curves, and just a tiny little arrow of blonde fur.

“Very nice,” I said appreciatively, reaching out to stroke the fur before she could drop the dress. “OK. I’ll give you your panties tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What do you mean, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, the day after today. I can just see it. There you are, walking down one of the corridors, surrounded by a bunch of your friends. Then I come up, dangling a pretty pair of panties from my finger, and hand them to you, saying something like, Rowan, you left these behind in the park yesterday. It’ll be hilarious.”

Rowan didn’t seem to think so. She turned pale.

“You can’t do that!”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“Because everybody will kastamonu escort think I’ve been sleeping with you. That’s why not. I’m not having people think that.”

“Hey,” I said, spreading my hands. “Who cares what other people think? We’ll know it’s not true.”

“I care. I want my panties back, now.”

All the time we’d been talking I’d been edging closer to Rowan while she instinctively backed away. We were now under the big old oak tree, with Rowan almost leaning against the trunk.

“If you want them today you’re going to have to yield just a little,” I told her. “Lift you skirt again. I want to touch you.”

I received a really filthy look, but Rowan slowly lifted her skirt again. I eased closer and she eased back, and then she was up against the oak tree and not moving back any further. I kept my eyes on hers as I started slowly rubbing her mound.

I took my time, just gently rubbing her mons and then slowly branching out, sliding my hand between her legs to softly massage her whole mound. I gently squeezed and stroked, not trying to be invasive, just letting her know I appreciated the feel of her female flesh.

I could see on her face when she stopped feeling resentful and started to get aroused. I didn’t let on that I’d noticed the change, just continuing in the same manner. Maybe my stroking was a little firmer now, and maybe when I squeezed, my fingers dug in a little deeper, helping to build her arousal.

I didn’t try to slip a finger between her lips until I felt the gentle kiss of her inner lips as they swelled and started to protrude slightly. Seeing as they wanted to be entertained it would have been just plain wrong to ignore them. I slipped a finger inside, watching Rowan’s eyes widen slightly, but she said not a word.

From that point, things progressed a little faster. I worked Rowan’s vagina, building on her arousal. I could feel the heat within her, and her passage was wet and slippery.

“Lift your leg,” I murmured, patting her right thigh.

Hesitantly, Rowan did so, looking shocked when I caught it and continued lifting it. Her cheerleading and acrobatic training came to her aid and she did an almost perfect vertical split. As a by-product, it left her fully exposed.

Holding her leg high I backed away just a little. Just enough to let Rowan see that I was unzipping and letting my pet out for a run. Satisfied that she knew what was coming and wasn’t protesting I eased back towards her, letting my erection press lightly against her slit, right where her inner lips were pouting, inviting entry.

“Ah, are you really going to. . .?” her voice trailed off.

“Unless you tell me no, I am most certainly going to,” I assured her. “Are you telling me no?”

I could see the struggle she was having. She was aroused and wanted me, but I was Colin, and she didn’t want Colin. She seemed unable to give an answer either way, so I saved her the trouble.

I pressed forward slightly, my erection pushing past her lips, which eagerly closed around me. Rowan flushed, opened and shut her mouth a couple of times without speaking, and then pushed to meet me.

I kayseri escort slid inside her, smoothly sliding in deep, her passage ready, willing and able to take me. With one long thrust I was fully inside her, my groin pressing firmly against hers. I let go her leg and it came snaking down and around my waist, helping to hold me inside her.

Rowan had a slightly stunned look on her face, as though she wasn’t quite sure how this came to pass. I started moving, gently rocking back and forth and, with no hesitation, she moved with me.

I would dearly have loved to strip her completely, getting my hands on every part of her lovely body, but not really appropriate right then. I did lean forward slightly, taking her lips and kissing her.

Her lips clung to mine, and we rocked against each other, with the pace slowly increasing. I banged her hard and she was just exquisite, pleasure racing through me with every thrust. She was moaning low in her throat, and my hands sought her breasts, squeezing them through her blouse.

I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her blouse loose from her skirt and my hands rose up under it. She twisted against me slightly, and then I felt her bra come loose, leaving her breasts free for me to claim.

And still we were coming together, while I caressed her breasts and ravaged her mouth. Lustful excitement was in full control of us both, and we didn’t give a damn if anyone came, as long as we were together.

It was all becoming too much for me. I started driving in even harder, wanting more, wanting it to finish. Rowan’s hands were tangled in my hair, holding me, as she continued to move with me, swaying urgently against me.

Then I was moving even faster, unable to hold back. I pumped frantically into her, feeling myself going, ejaculating deep within her, ecstatic and, at the same time, relieved to hear her screams muffled by my mouth as she climaxed.

I rested against her for a few moments, holding her pinned against the tree. Then her eyes opened and she stared at me in a slightly dazed manner. I disengaged, zipped up, and started to help her tidy her clothes. As the last item I produced her panties, which she accepted with a glare.

“If you ever mention this to anyone, you know I’ll kill you, don’t you,” she remarked in an angry little voice.

“Rowan, love,” I said soothingly, “if I mentioned this to anyone I’d become a laughing stock. No-one would believe me. I have no particular wish to be a figure of fun. You’ll find my lips are sealed.”

She gave me an irritated look, but seemed to accept what I said. Why not? It was true. The way we fought, who’d credit us with having a timeout?

“There is one thing,” I said. “One tiny little detail I should mention.”

“What’s that?”

“I couldn’t help thinking how much nicer it would have been if you had been completely naked. So when can we get together to find out if it’s so?”

“WHAT?”

“Well,” I said, as I turned her and started her walking back through the park, “now that we’ve broken the ice, and in such a spectacular fashion, it seems to me that we’d be cheating ourselves if we don’t follow through. Why should we deprive ourselves of future pleasures because of past arguments? Think of the future arguments and the fun we can have while making up.”

I spoke on, gently persuasive. I was arguing from a position of strength, after all. Rowan would never be more inclined to say yes than right now, so I set about convincing her.

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