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This is how it started. I’m dressed up for a Saturday night – denim skirt, way too short, and a thin semi-transparent camisole under a gauzy cotton shirt, high boots. I’d left my long red hair loose and curly. The night with my boyfriend had devolved into the usual stupidity. I’d left impulsively – after another fight – determined to get away. It didn’t matter where I was going or what I was wearing. I just drove.

My luck unfolded in a bizarre way. First of all, I get a flat tire in the middle of the desert– of course, my asshole boyfriend had taken my spare and never replaced it. Two men in a van stop to give me a lift… great. Without air-conditioning… not so great. My hair was damp with sweat and I wished that I had something to pull it back with. It’s so hot. The baking kind of heat the desert makes. When the air rushes in through the windows, it dries your eyeballs, but does nothing in the way of cooling you off.

The road in the desert was dead straight. You barely had to look where you were going. These two guys had been attempting to play cards while they were driving. They’d had to give it up once I came in, as I had to sit in the spot where they were trying to balance the cards, next to the console between the two seats.

One, kind of soft and angelic looking; the other, the driver, was harder, darker. Meaner even. I didn’t get a good look at him. He was all business. It was obvious he hadn’t wanted to stop – didn’t want to be slowed down by picking up a passenger. Neither of them said anything to me other than “Flat tire, huh. Bad luck.” The dark-haired guy barely glanced at me. The other guy said, “It ain’t much, but it’s moving.” I laughed, and said, “Thanks, you’re saving my life.”

I squeezed myself into the area beside the steering column on the floor between the two front seats, leaned back, and closed my eyes. It was many, many miles to the nearest town.

Night

Time passed. I don’t know how much. I was in that state just before dozing off – the adrenaline keeping me going had long since worn off. In my half-asleep state, I had been tugging at the blanket that was crumpled partially under me, so that I could put it under my head. I jolted awake when I realized that part of it was wedged underneath the dark-haired man’s leg. As I pulled the blanket, his leg jerked up, and collided with my forearm. With the motion of the car, I lost my balance, and fell fully into the side of him. I had to grab his thigh to steady myself. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s all right,” he answered, in a smoky drawl of a voice. As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the blanket and tossed it roughly behind my head. He then turned away from the road to look directly at me. It was the first time I had seen his face and I was taken aback. The man was striking – black hair raked back over his forehead, with flecks of gray, dark eyebrows, well defined cheekbones, a full mouth, a startling red. He looked full at me; frowning slightly, and gazing at me with eyes that I felt go right through me. The most amazing eyes I had ever seen – yellow green – almost golden. His look went on a little longer than it should. His gaze penetrated, held me, seemed to quiz me, “What the hell are you doing out here?” I was transfixed – pulled in by those twin golden tractor beams. I felt a stab of electric energy shoot inward from my eyes through the central core of my body and down between my legs. I felt breathless and warm. His eyes took in the rest of me, traveling briefly downward – and I was suddenly aware of how completely inappropriately I was dressed.

At my thighs, his eyes lingered for a moment; I pulled down my skirt a bit. He raised his eyebrows a fraction, then looked away quickly. “I left the house in a hurry,” I said. “I guess,” he gaziantep escort answered, and went back to driving.

It was starting to get dark. The drivers changed places. We drove in the darkness. There was no way I could sleep. Every inch of my skin vibrated with the memory of the look he had given me. My head, my heart, my soul, my being, was tuned into that signal. The transmitter was the beautiful, dark-haired man with the yellow green eyes, who now slept in the chair a foot away from me.

He was tall, and barely fit into the space allotted. His long legs, in tightly fitting denim, gleamed in the dark. The position looked uncomfortable, but he was asleep and oblivious. Replaying in my mind was the sharp physical memory of my hands on his thigh. I barely slept –all night I was conscious of how close he was to me. I couldn’t will my heart to stop beating in triple time, and was barely able to stop the urge to reach out and touch his hand, lying inches from my cheek, relaxed, defenseless, in sleep. A big silver ring on one finger had a cast of a gorilla’s face, open mouth in mid-screech, the face almost saying to me – go ahead, do it. I dare you.

Morning

It was about 9 o’ clock. The other man was asleep in the back of the van. The dark man had gotten out and walked into the desert a few yards from the highway, and stoo there, staring out. The weather had cooled – his white shirt was open, half-tucked into his jeans, and fluttering slightly in the breeze. He lit a cigarette and just stood there smoking. I was trying to calm myself down, mentally shaking myself for the way I was feeling so drawn to him. Crazy. I mean, who were these guys anyway? They could be criminals, anything. Who knew what all that stuff was in the back of the van.

I got out of the van,leaned against the side and watched him. He turned his head toward me suddenly, as though he could sense that I was looking at him. We stood there staring at each other, for minutes, hours, centuries. Then, to break the spell, he waved his cigarette – pointed to the pack in his pocket, offering me one. It didn’t seem like a good time to say I don’t smoke, so I walked over to him. He had already taken one out of the pack, and was lighting it for me. As he passed me the cigarette, his fingers touched mine, warm, and dry. He wasn’t quick to pull them away, but lingered for a moment with our fingers in contact – skin to skin. The spark I felt was almost enough to knock me off my feet. Blood was rushing in my ears; my heart was pounding. I managed to take the cigarette and stood there, completely awkward, watching the smoke curl upward around my fingers, thinking it was impossible that he couldn’t hear the screaming in my head, “No, that’s not what I want! That’s not what I want! You must know – you must know what I want!” I felt faint, as though I was about to float up into the sky, and disappear without a trace.

When I finally made myself look up at him – Christ, he was so much taller that me – those amazing golden eyes were looking directly into mine. His face was too beautiful, too perfect, and one corner of his mouth was turned up a bit in a smile. He glanced at my fingers, holding the cigarette awkwardly, “You don’t really smoke do you?” and kind of laughed, a soft little snort. Devastating smile. I shook my head, and smiled a bit, feeling ridiculous, like he’d found me out. “Yeah, I’m trying to quit too,” he said. I tried to laugh. My hands went hot, then cold. He took a last drag from his cigarette, and tossed it away onto the sand. He stood and stared at me for a minute, those eyes, intense, alive, questioning me. My eyes answered, “yes, yes, yes,” they were signaling. “I want you – I want you so much, you can’t imagine.” He licked his bottom lip, and took a step toward me, mere inches separating us now. He sighed, shook his head slowly, slowly, while the rest of his body was rigid, rooted to the spot. We stood there on the sand, breathing together. Moments passed while we studied each other, not knowing whether to scream or laugh or run away.

He broke the silence. “Oh, fuck,” he said, finally, and took a step towards me. He caught the edges of my shirt with his fingers, and holding tightly to the fabric, pulled me towards him, reeling me in, saying softly, “Come here.” His expression soft, and serious, pulling me closer and closer. Then, his hands were on my face – on either side, his long fingers pressing my temples. Turning back was impossible. He bent down toward me so our faces were close, then he paused, with his lips less than an inch from mine and whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Who are you anyway?” With the sound of his whispered voice and his proximity to me, my knees buckled for a moment, then I recovered, “Just a woman you found in the desert,” I breathed, standing on my toes and arching myself slightly forward, so our bodies were almost chest to chest, I could feel the metal of his belt as it pressed against my belly. His hand came down to caress my shoulder, my arm – the other hand went around my waist, under my shirt until he found my breast. I let out a moan, a sigh, as I let my knee move forward to come between his open legs, pressing the front of my thigh into his crotch, feeling him hard under the denim of his pants. A fierce thrill shot up through me. I seemed to lift several inches in the air, transported by the energy crackling around us – all desire, unmistakable, unstoppable.

I touched the side of his cheek. Felt the hardness of his cheekbone, his skin–melting warmth. He tilted his head downward to meet my hand, opened his mouth to catch my index finger, taking it inside his mouth, slowly sucking the length of it, finishing with a short lick at the tip with his tongue.

There was nothing in my mind now, but a blind desire. I took my hand behind his head, to the base of his skull, my fingers curling through his thick, soft hair and pulled his head downward hard toward me, so that I could put my mouth where I wanted it – on his. His lips pressed down on mine, hard at first, like the relief of a satisfied hunger. Then softly, moving slightly, barely brushing mine, slightly parted.

His arms came around my back, pulling me tighter to him, compressing my breasts hard into his chest, nothing between us but the thin layers of our clothing. We rushed headlong into the heat and inevitability of the kisses – our lips together, his tongue coming out to trace the edge of my lip, then to lightly lick the soft wet inner part. I took a deep sudden breath, as I felt him press his pelvis into mine, his hips moving forward, tensing, grinding – it was all hardness, softness and warmth in a delirious sensation of soft, sweet wetness. His mouth and mine, meeting, pulling away briefly, only to meet again, with ever more urgency.

His hands went down, around my hips, to my thighs, beneath my skirt, which was now hiked up around the top of my legs, then in one swift, sudden motion he grasped me with both hands under my ass, and hoisted my body up onto him to balance on his thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me tight there as he took a breath, and buried his head into my neck, almost gasping. “We can’t stay here like this, a car just went by.” I let myself fall into him as he pulled me higher onto him. I clasped my arms around his neck as he steadied himself, my feet locking together around the small of his back, wrapped tightly onto him, His strong hands and arms supporting my sleight weight, holding me to him as he walked back to the van, finally propping us against the side, away from the road.

“What about…” I asked. “Don’t worry, he’s a sound sleeper,” he answered, breathing heavily. I was beyond caring, anyway, as he was now pulling my arms out of my shirt, lifting it over my head to reveal my breasts, with nipples hard, under the thin camisole. He pushed the camisole fabric upward over my breasts, and bent down to suck, first one, then the other, tracing his tongue in circles around the nipples. I was in an agony of delight with the feel of his mouth and tongue. Trembling, I thought my legs would fail me, but he kept me propped up with the force of his hands and thighs, lifting me to my tiptoes. I pressed my pelvis upward towards his, moving up and down, my body opening to him, wanting him to be in me – but wanting the exquisite agony of his touch to go on forever.

My hands traveled the surface of his back, snaked down the sides, to his waist. His thighs pressed into me, his cock hard inside his jeans, forcing me into the sidewall of the van. I lifted myself up to meet him – how much longer could I go without him in me? I couldn’t bear it. My hands went inside his shirt, found his smooth naked skin, felt his arms, his back, warm and hard. Then his thighs, tensed, hard beyond hard, my hands traveled down the length of them. And finally to the front, pulling at his belt, tugging at the leather, finding the end and pulling it free. Now the button, now the zipper, as he kissed my hair, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

Then he reached suddenly down and yanked my panties off me, so that I was free and dripping – waiting for him to come into me. His cock was out of his jeans and in my hands, the fierceness, the hardness of it made me catch my breath, as he lowered himself down, so that I could let him enter me. I cried out as soon as I felt it touch me, the sweetness, the throbbing inside my pussy almost unbearable, as I spread my legs and lowered myself onto him, so that he filled me completely. My legs were rigid with the effort of standing. His arms were strong and tight around me, holding me up off the ground, as he moved inside me, groaning, breathing hard into my ears. He sucked my neck as he thrust.

Then back to my lips kissing, kissing hard, then my nipples, cupping my breasts, biting and sucking so that I felt the blood rushing impossibly, throbbing hard throughout my entire being. I thrust my pelvis into him harder and harder as I knew I couldn’t hang on any longer. Waves and waves of pleasure pulsated through my entire body as I pounded against him, wanting him deeper and deeper in me. Arching my mound into his pelvic bone, my pelvis tilting into his to feel the exquisite pleasure of coming with him still hard inside me, my pussy tightening around his thick cock. He groaned as he listened to my involuntary cries.

“Oh god, not so loud, baby – he doesn’t sleep that soundly,” he gasped. Then he lost himself in his own pleasure, grabbed me fiercely around my ass, pulling me hard onto his cock as he thrust up against me, pounding me into the side of the van. I went along for his ride, rising up with him. Pinpoints of desire starting up again like pricks all over my body, wanting him deeper and deeper in me as he filled me to the core again. He came, flooding my insides with his heat, releasing a low groan and a long exhalation of breath, his hard breathing, his mouth next to my ear, panting, kissing my hair. Finally both of us drenched, standing against the van, panting. Our legs barely able to support us. We stood there and breathed together.

Consciousness returned for both of us as we heard a car go by on the road. We both laughed gently as we realized what a ridiculous position we were in, half-naked on a highway, leaning up against a van, with a man sleeping inside.

He gave me a long, lingering kiss, then stroked my hair, winding the curls around his fingers, smiling as he murmured, “I guess we’d better hit the road.”

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When a developing connection with someone is cut off, the mind continues to work on it in a vacuum. Like an engine starved for fuel, you continue to imagine how to advance things forward with them in fantasy.

*****

It had been a year since I cut off contact, and 2 weeks since we reconnected. In some ways the 2 weeks seemed just as long as the gap before, but I was very aware of the distance remaining between us. Her relationship had ended unhappily, and I still had no desire to question her about it. Now she was living at home again, where she’d been the last time I’d seen her, standing in the drive watching as I reversed out. Even after I’d given her a hug and moved to leave respectfully, she had tried to explain…that had been a painful day, but not the worst. Then a year later, seemingly out of the blue, she’d reached out. I’d responded cautiously, protecting myself, but with a few conversations and casual dates we’d developed something comfortable, if still uncertain. Now, after everything, here I was in her cramped bedroom with all its familiar contents: crystals, bracelets, incense, balms and other cosmetics crowding the vanity table squeezed next to her bed, clothes and shoes too numerous to fit in the small closet, still covered by the brightly patterned Guatemalan cloth I’d given her. The cat bed was gone…something else we hadn’t discussed. I allowed myself to notice the strangeness of being back here.

*****

Julie had somewhat contradictory personality traits, which must have drawn me to her. In social settings she presented as a proudly sexual woman who was always up for some innuendo and sometimes flaunted slutty exploits from her past. But she also carried powerful, sometimes crippling social anxieties, and could easily fall into broadcasting negativity about herself and others. Chronic pain from a back injury had taken away much of her independence and found her living at home with her alcoholic parents in her late 20s. I was in my 30s and had lived alone for many years. Although in many ways we were worlds apart, deep down I longed to see her rising out of her situation, just as I wanted to improve my own life. I guess I’ve got sympathy for social awkwardness.

Julie’s pain made it difficult for her to stay active, but she maintained a nicely shaped body with numerous little quirks I would later find myself attached to. She was pale-skinned, with straight brown hair that hung past her shoulders, a cute face with brown eyes, and a proud nose with a little sideways bend in it. She gained a shy, slightly elfish appearance when she tucked her hair behind her ears. My attraction was undeniable, and after some initial bouncing off each other’s insecurities and traumas, she eventually began to send occasional smiles in my direction which only reinforced my feelings. Through various difficulties in each of our lives, we had managed a wonderful year of seeing each other weekly, before she decided to get back together with her ex görükle escort bayan for a “proper relationship.” What exactly she wanted with me now was something we were still working towards, but we’d admitted we still missed each other, and that seemed to be enough for tonight.

*****

We’d come back to hers after a meal in town. She had suggested she could show me some new crystals, but the conversation over dinner had grown increasingly intimate, and sexual tension had been building with it. When seeing Julie before, I maintained a focussed, calming presence around her. It seemed to be the only way to mitigate her anxiety enough for us to connect. We’d had some excellent sex, despite her frustrations with her back pain, but I’d always wondered at the difference between what we were doing and what she boasted about doing and wanting. What kind of sex could we share now, after things went the way they did?

She had left me in her room while she went to the toilet, and as I stood there remembering, the light switch flicked off behind me, leaving the room illuminated by a yellow salt lamp and a blue night light in the corner. I turned to find her walking straight into my arms for a wordless kiss. It was passionate and firm, our breathing quickening, hands instinctively revisiting old caresses. I felt the curves of her large breasts against me, the contact exhilarating even through our clothes. We made out like teenagers for about 15 seconds before stepping back for a breath and looking at each other. Julie seemed to want to speak but she was nervous. Too much time had passed for us to fall back into our old rhythm. “Hey…ok if we talk for a second? I can try…” I started. She said “yeah,” relieved I’d taken the initiative.

Julie had a strong aversion to even the slightest hint of confrontation, and I knew I had to make myself vulnerable for there to be a chance of her opening up. No matter how many times I’d imagined myself saying this, it didn’t come easily. “When I first decided to ask you out…” I made eye contact and found her warm, not tensed to shut down. Good start. “…and I thought there was a chance we’d be hooking up…” I breathed and stayed on her face. “…I was, a little intimidated by you, with all of your sexual experience. I wanted to be open and happy and ready to explore with you, take some healthy risks. Who knows what we were going to get into…” I grinned shyly and left the details to her imagination. She’d certainly had some suggestions but had never followed up. “But somehow…” I reached out and squeezed her hand, smiling softly “…when we actually got there…” I drew closer, parted her hair with my nose as I nuzzled her cheek by her right ear, and gave her a gentle kiss and lick on the sensitive spot just behind her jawline “…you started asking me for ‘cuddles,’ and you couldn’t even say S-E-X.” I put all my positivity into it, desperately willing her not to feel teased but to engage with me. I altıparmak eskort think I’d said enough, so I just smiled as I backed off slightly with another light kiss on her lips, searching her face and giving her the chance to respond.

As she looked at me, arms around my neck, she inhaled nervously and gave a little hum of frustration that I remembered all too well. For a moment I was sure I had lost her, that she would fall back into the defensive posturing that had held her back from so much in her life. She looked away briefly before returning to my eyes. It was a look that struck me deeply: had she ever really managed to trust me, despite all my efforts and positivity? But I felt at peace with what I’d said, what we’d had, and who I was, and from then on I was relaxed and committed to the experience, even if it fell apart on us.

When she spoke again it was quieter and softer than I was used to. “I wanted you so much…” she said, and delivered a staggering kiss, pushing her tongue smoothly into my mouth for a few seconds before retreating again. My erection had hesitated as I’d spoken to her, but I had to push out a breath as it surged to life again. “…I just didn’t know how to…” she drifted off, then looked at me as she pulled off her shirt. Her soft, pale skin shone brightly in yellow and blue. I could see a new tattoo below her collarbone, under the bra strap. She reached back and took that off too, but as I moved to touch her, she pushed my arms back so she could grab the bottom of my shirt and start pulling it off me. I slowly removed the shirt myself, and as I tossed it aside I discovered that she had quietly dropped to her knees while my face was covered. She looked up at me, tucking her hair behind her ears before running her fingers over the bulge of my cock through my shorts. “The sex was already so good…” she said as she pulled down with both hands on the front of my waistband, exposing just the head of my cock to the warm air. The room was silent except for our breathing. She swirled her tongue gently around the underside of my tip for several very long seconds before resuming eye contact. I let out a slow breath through my nose as I eased my shorts and briefs down over my hips and off, exposing myself to her.

“I felt like I might ruin things if I went too far…” she said, her eyes on mine. I could feel her warm breath on me as she spoke, keeping her face close to the underside of my cock. She stroked along the sides of my stiffness with the fingertips of both hands, gently angling me towards her mouth. “…I’ve had problems with that before.” The eye contact and sensations on my skin focussed my mind, and I took in every detail as she dipped her face down to take me in her mouth. Just past her naked shoulders I glimpsed the large back tattoo, the one she got when we were seeing each other, that I’d helped her care for. With her hair out of the way I could see her lips in the yellow lamplight nilüfer escort as the head of my cock disappeared between them, and further down I could see the pale skin of her beautiful bare tits. I let out another slow breath and a moan while her tongue swirled around, keeping me in her mouth.

Julie bobbed up and down on my dick a few times before pulling it out and looking back up at me. “I wanted to do so many things with you…” she moved down, holding onto my stiffness with one hand and gently cupping my balls with the other. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly up the underside of my shaft, a slight grin visible in the corner of her mouth as she locked eyes with me. My arousal was almost overwhelming, but I relaxed, focussed, and let her be in control. She continued to talk, watching my face, and whenever she ran out of words or got nervous, she would slip my cock into her mouth, gradually taking more of me each time. “Maybe go for a bush walk with you…” “…and fuck you outside…” “…maybe get you to tie me up…” “…maybe find someone to join us…” “…but whenever I started kissing you, I couldn’t…” “…think properly…” “…you were so good with your tongue…” She teased the underside of my cock again before slowly taking me all the way into her mouth, humming gently. I groaned with pleasure, gently stroking her cheek and running my fingers through her hair, down the back of her head, and onto her shoulder. My cock twitched, and she chuckled and grinned as best she could with her mouth full of me.

I popped out of her mouth as she looked up at me again, her eyes now filled with playful desire. She jerked me off slowly, watching my face to see how her touch and words were affecting me. I communicated back with my hands on her face, head, and shoulders. “I just didn’t want to ruin a really, really good thing…” “…but, now that you told me how you felt…” “…maybe we can try more together.” She pulled back and moved her hand faster, watching me. “You know, I always wanted you to cum in my mouth.” “You want that?” I said with a groan, losing myself in her dark eyes. She nodded and licked her lips. “I want to feel you…” I realised suddenly that I was close to cumming. I held the back of her head with my left hand and guided her towards me, and as she put me in her mouth she reached back and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me into her. I could feel her tits against my legs as I fucked her mouth. It only took about 6 or 7 thrusts before I felt myself smoothly going over the edge. I squeezed her shoulder and said “Oh f-f-f-” as I felt it take me, relaxing my muscles as much as possible, giving the involuntary spasms full rein. She hummed in response as I pulsed in her mouth again and again. She had always enjoyed my orgasms, as I had hers. This one peaked for around 10 seconds, and continued with delightful warm waves washing from head to toe even as she swallowed my cum and licked me clean. I sat down with her on the floor as I caught my breath, eager for contact, kissing her and laughing with pleasure. I felt invigorated, and was already getting turned on again thinking about returning the favour for her.

“Do you want to stay over?”

I smiled back, thinking of the sexual horizons we would chase together.

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MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6’2″, blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, “Mrs. M. Huffman.” But before she could respond to the sign, the very sexy looking guy looked at her and smiled, “Mrs. Huffman, I presume.”

She smiled back and nodded. So far so good. Very good.

Walking towards the carrel which was now clanking its way around, he asked, “Was the trip comfortable?”

“It certainly was,” she replied, smiling broadly back at him.

With a practiced ease, he retrieved the bag she pointed out to him as being hers, and they began walking towards the parking area. “My name is Ray Massey. Your picture was faxed to us so that I was able to recognize you easily.” They stood at a white LandRover with the initials, L.L.L.tastefully lettered on its door, done in the same gothic script as her name had been written out. He put her luggage in the back of the car and ushered MaryJane into the passenger seat. She noticed that he car was spotless. It smelled brand- new-car clean.

Well, here she was, on her way to Landon’s Lady Lavorotica.

The ride, as was everything about her trip so far, was lovely. The road they were on was smooth and not heavily travelled. The other cars on the road all seemed new and freshly waxed. The landscape she saw through the window was clean, tasteful and well tended.

She looked over at the driver, at Ray Massey who was driving carefully, an easy smile on his face. “L.L.L.’s motto, ‘WHENEVER, WHEREEVER, HOWEVER, WITH WHOMEVER,’ she asked him, “does it mean what it says?”

“Exactly,” Ray replied, still smiling. He kept his eyes on the road, didn’t glance at her, but his smile never diminished.

The motto referred, of course, to sex. That’s what she was here for, for sex, to get fucked, to have her body pleasured, to have her libido satisfied, whenever, wherever, however and with whomever she desired. That was why Landon’s Lady Lavorotica existed.

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MaryJane Huffman had learned about Landon’s in a whispered conversation with the mother of one of her students.

Clarissa Rivere had invited MaryJane to tea one day after a PTA meeting at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings where MaryJane taught and Mrs. Rivere’s Anna Marie was a student. Mrs. Rivere had been blunt. “I am sure,” she told MaryJane as she held her tea gaziantep escort cup, pinky extended as etiquette required, “that you are one of us, a person with an especially active libido.” Mrs. Rivere, continuing her explanation, had never come close to using the word “slut,” but MaryJane understood immediately that Mrs. Rivere had recognized a confrere, a fellow slut. She listened attentively as Mrs. Rivere told her about Landon’s, a resort that was unique, built for and existing for one purpose, to pleasure sluts.

But, it wasn’t until MaryJane had won the Diocesan raffle which was held every six months as a means of providing a bonus to at least one its lucky teachers that she investigated Landon’s further and met with the Landon spokesperson to whom MaryJane had been recommended by Mrs. Rivere.

MaryJane followed the raffle win and the meeting by cashing in her retirement account from Holy Mother, her previous employer. She then added a bit of money from a trust fund left to her by an aunt. All together, the Landon’s enrollment had cost quite a bit of money, but, MaryJane thought, it would be worth every cent if the visit turned out to be as good as promised.

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“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Ray said.

A minute or so after Ray’s statement, MaryJane Huffman was able to see the beautifully landscaped Landon facility. Far in the background, at the end of a long and winding road, she saw several cabins, each a different color, each gleaming, each surrounded by a garden,

“Will you be able to help me unpack and get settled when we arrive?” MaryJane asked.

“Most certainly,” he replied a big smile on his face.

The cabin she was shown into was gorgeous. Beautifully arranged flowers filled vases around the room. Restful art adorned the walls. It featured a large closet and two dressers. The king sized bed looked comfortable.

“Anything else? Would you like a tour of the Lavorotica?” Ray asked.

“Tell me, Ray,” MaryJane said, “is this room included in ‘WHEREEVER?”

Ray nodded yes. His smile remained.

MaryJane continued, “Is now contained in WHENEVER?”

Ray nodded yes again. His smile, if anything, grew wider.

MaryJane returned the smile. “And are you among the WHOMEVER?”

He nodded yes once again.

MaryJane moved closer.

It was not much more than a minute later, and they were both lying on the bed, unclothed, smiling, She was pleased to note that his cock was quite long. It was pleasingly plump, circumcised, clean. She held it in her hand. It felt good and firm, hefty. She felt his hand touch her breast, his fingers brush lightly against her nipples. His other hand played along the folds of her labia, slowly moving towards her clitoris. MaryJane felt her inner labia begin to open, her vagina begin to become wet. “HOWEVER?” MaryJane murmured.

“You got it,” she heard Ray say.

Not a moment later, as he responded to the slight pressure she exerted on the top of his head, she felt him lower himself on the bed until his lips were kissing her cunt lips. A few seconds later, he was kissing the tip of her clitoris. Then he was running his tongue over the shaft of her throbbing clit. She felt his hand holding the rounded globe of her ass. She wanted to say something, but all that would come from her mouth was a long oooooooou sound, a deep purr, and a growl of pleasure.

Her hands gripped at his muscled shoulders as he continued to pleasure her clit and labia with his tongue. His fingers explored her vagina. She felt her breathing quicken, her stomach muscles tense, became rigid.

She let go of his shoulder and threw her arms upward, over her head, stretching her torso and inviting him to slide his body up until they were face to face and his tongue, tasting of her cunt juice, was in her mouth.

They kissed, their foreheads rubbing. Their noses slid up and down against each the other’s

And then MaryJane Huffman felt the glory of his cock as she held it in her hand and helped slowly glide it past the lips of her vulva and deep into the wet pink of her ravenous cunt.

The fucking began!

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MaryJane Huffman was someplace just an inch or so away from heaven. Her hair was in wild disarray, sweaty wet, scattered around her head, tossed this way and that way. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, and she didn’t care. Her neck was extended. Her tits were swollen, her nipples hard. She wrapped her tremblingly alive legs around his and they just fucked and fucked away. So far, so good.

More than good.

She gripped his shoulder as tight as she was able, pulling his body to press against hers. She felt his beautiful cock slip and slide, bounce and bound in and out of her cunt.

She told him, “Slow,” and his movements into and out of her cunt eased from six per second to a super slow motion once every two seconds.

She told him, “Push,” and his pubic bone pushed against hers, grinding sweet pleasure to her clit and from there up through her torso.

“Good, good, good, good,” she kept on repeating as she felt heat from deep in her cunt rush out to her vulva, her mons pubis and then upwards and downwards to warm her whole body in a pink glow.

Her mind, her body, her soul, she felt, were engulfed in a world teeming with pleasure. And she and Ray continued fucking. And they fucked some more. And more. In and out, down and up, around and around his cock touched everywhere and every way in her cunt and she came and came and came.

She couldn’t stop coming. She didn’t want to stop coming until, at last, she heard him grunt and felt him discharge his cum into her cunt.

He rolled his body off of hers. MaryJane and Ray lay next to each other breathing heavily, allowing themselves to come back to earth slowly.

MaryJane Huffman felt sooooo good. She inhaled the smell of sex that filled the room, her sweat, her juice, his sweat, his semen. “Was everything my councilor told me about Landon as true as what I’ve experienced so far?” she Asked Ray.

“Yes,” he answered.

“How do you know?” she asked, “You weren’t there when she spoke to me.”

“Did your councilor say that pigs could fly?” he replied.

“No.”

“Then what she told you was true.”

“Is everyone here as good as you are?” MaryJane asked.

Until now, neither had moved. Now, Ray raised himself enough to lean on his elbow. He looked down at her. “Some better, I’ve been told,” he said. He remained smiling.

Her smile back at him indicated a bit of doubt that other Landon employees could match his expertise.

“Some much better, I’ve been told,” he said.

“Can I repeat the fucking outside of this room?” MaryJane asked.

“Anywhere,” Ray answered.

“With you?”

“Yes.”

“With you and others?”

“As many as you require,” he told her.

“Anyway?” was he next question.

“Between your toes if that is your desire,” he said.

Asking her questions seemed to have exhausted MaryJane Huffman. She just lay there, her body spread and relaxed, the sweat on her skin drying, his discharge dribbling from her cunt.

“Would you like a tour of our facility?” Ray asked MaryJane.

“Could we do what we just did again first?” she asked him.

“For sure,” he replied.

MaryJane Huffman, a serene smile of satisfaction lending a warm glow to her face, reached her hand out to touch Ray’s cock and help it to tumescence.

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PART TWO OF MRS. HUFFMAN’S VISIT TO LANDON”S LAVOROTICA CONTINUES NEXT WEEK AS CHAPTER 13 OF “WHAT AM I DOING HERE?.”

IN THE MEANWHILE, PLEASE VOTE.. PLEASE!

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All of the people mentioned in this story are well over the legal age of 18. They are not under the influence of any type of drug. I am not a writer so please bare with me. This is my first and probably only story. This story and events are real. I have somewhat changed the names.

Around the year 2004 or 2005 I was in the middle of some martial problems. Things were not going well for me at home. My wife and I were discussing separation. She would stay a few night a week with her family. When she was home it was separate beds and very little talking.

I began going on the internet to chat rooms and webcam sites for self gratification as there was absolutely zero intimacy at home. There was one webcam site that really stood out to me. It was really easy to navigate and the women were beautiful.

One night I ran across this couple in the list of active webcams named Tammy12#@$%&Frank. I requested to view their camera and to my surprise they let me watch. They were a really good looking couple and looked happy. I could tell they were chatting with someone so I just sat and watched the camera to see if anything exciting was going to happen. After a little bit Frank takes off his shirt and Tammy starts unbuttoning hers, and the camera goes black. I soon figured out that they were still broadcasting to some, but had put my stream on pause. I was watching other ladies on camera. Some were just sitting there and some were doing things that put me in awe. All of a sudden Tammy12@#$#&Frank come back on. They are evidently sitting on the floor this time because you can only see their heads. Every now and then Tammy would tease and raise up just a little and show just a little tiny bit of beautiful cleavage. To my disappointment their screen went blank. I went and took a shower and had a enjoyable time imagining what that couple was up to when the screen went blank.

I did not see Tammy12@#$#&Frank on the webcam for a few nights and all of a sudden there it is. I requested to see their cam and got denied. I sent them a message that said I understood that they did not know me but I just wanted to watch and I would not say a word or bother them in any way at all. To my surprise the camera came on and wow, Tammy was beautiful. I am not going to say what he did to her that night for fear gorukle escort that a family member read this. All I will say is that I was amazed, and excited all rolled into one big emotion. After that night was over, I would playback that night in my head when I took a shower and my knees would get weak.

I checked that webcam site every night after that for a few weeks and they were not on and I was very disappointed. I got lucky one night and for some reason in the camera list I clicked on ladies instead of couples and low and behold Tammy was there without Frank. I requested to see her camera and once again see was beautiful. She was all dressed up and after a little chatting I learned that she had just gotten off of work. I could tell that she was chatting with others also. We chatted several times several different nights. Sometimes she would block my view of her camera and after a few minutes her camera would come back up for me to view. I would ask her if she was being naughty and she would just smile very big. I guess over time she got comfortable with me watching and would flash her breast. I could see her typing to others as she was flashing. She was beautiful with an amazing body. After a few weeks we exchanged email addresses and messenger chat information.

We spent many nights on the webcam site and chat messenger. Sometimes we were naughty and sometimes we would just chat. One night many months later she told me that she was going to visit Myrtle Beach with one of her girlfriends. Myrtle Beach is very close to where I live. I asked her if we could meet and she said yes. We exchanged phone numbers and talked on the phone a few times. When the time came for her to come to the beach she let me know what time she was going to be there. I took a friend with me and we pulled into the motel parking lot the same time she did. She was beautiful.

We hugged and chatted for a while and I noticed that she kept looking around as if she were looking for someone. I asked her if everything was okay and she told me that to be honest she was supposed to meet someone else but evidently they were not showing up. I didn’t feel too good about being second choice but hey, I was there and she was beautiful. I helped her get her bags in the room and my buddy helped her friend. altıparmak eskort bayan We then paired up and went walking on the beach. Each pair walking different directions. Tammy and I getting back to the room first. Tammy said she needed a shower and I asked her if I could watch.

To my surprise she said yes. We talked a little and then she asked me to join her. I immediately removed my clothes and hopped in. I was amazed at how beautiful and flawless her body was. We got out of the shower and she told me that she was unsure about having sex the first night we met so I told her that it was completely her choice but I would really love to taste her just for a minute before the other couple came back. To my surprise she laid on the bed and spread her legs and told me not to disappoint her and gave me a huge smile. I licked her like it was the last meal I was ever going to have. In a few minutes she was going crazy.

The timing was perfect. Right after she she pushed me away and told me she couldn’t take anymore the other couple came back in. We later found out the other couple had sex on the beach. It was very late and my friend and I had to work the next day so we had to leave. The next day after work my friend and I went back. We all went out to eat and walked on the beach and had hot steaming sex. Lots of raw, filthy, sex. It was a awesome night and I was worn out. I was so drained and tired I had the shakes. My friend and I had to work again the next day so we said our goodbye and came home. The ladies went back to New York the next morning.

For the rest of the summer and all winter we chatted on the internet and talked on the phone. That next spring Tammy planned another trip to the beach. Tammy told me the details of her trip and I made plans to be there.

When the day came to meet at the beach I had gotten called into work. Just as soon as I could get away from work I took a quick shower and threw a bag in the truck and took off. When I arrived at the motel Tammy met me in the parking lot and she looked so hot I almost couldn’t function, much less talk. What a milf!!! She had on a very low cut shirt, no bra, and a pair of tan stretch type pants that had a gap about 3 inches wide that had laces from the belt to the knees. nilüfer eskort bayan It was very obvious she was not wearing panties. She looked like she was on fire. We went out to eat and then went to a dance club that played oldies and beach music called Studebakers. I felt so proud to be seen with this beautiful woman. There were many men in the club that got caught looking at her by their wives or girlfriends. I thought it was funny when they got caught. We went back to the motel and had a great night of passionate sex. We even got so involved with sex we forgot we had left a candle onbthe tv and it burned all the way down leaving melted wax all over the tv. Thank goodness we didn’t burn the place down.

The next morning I was awaken to her doing wonderful things to me. I was in heaven. I then licked her until she made me stop. We went and had breakfast and walked around the tourist places, had lunch and went back to the room. Back at the room we had sex the rest of the day. Only stopping to get something to drink or eat. At some point we were having sex in the whirlpool tub in the room and I got too hot and passed out. After a rest she asked me to lick her again and since that’s my favorite thing I absolutely couldn’t say no. After that we went back to Studebakers and drank and danced. She got really drunk at the club and when we went back to the room the sex was even more wild. The alcohol really had an effect on her and made for a very wild night.

The next morning emotions were high as we both knew it was time to leave. We cuddled on the bed for about an hour and then she asked me to lick her one last time. When she made me stop she said it was time to go. I grabbed my things and kissed her goodbye.

We talked on the phone about once a week for a while and then it slowed down to just a chat every now and then. A few years later she told me she was coming south for a job interview and would like to see me. I was so happy I was going to get to see Tammy again. When she came for the interview I couldn’t get off work. I had to sneak off and meet her. We had great sex but it was quick as I had to get back. I really should have called in to work sick that night because I have always felt that little time I spent with her that night was a rush and unfulfilling to her.

After that night we have not seen each other again. We still to this day talk on the phone or email every once in a while but not often. We are in our early fifties now and I still think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met.

That’s all for now. Sorry for not detailing the sex but I just can’t.

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I apologize in advance. This series was to be vignettes from visits to Las Vegas, not long stories. But I decided to break this story into two parts, so 04 will be a continuation of this submission.

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“You are aware that these guys probably want to see some of the shows, you know topless places?” Brett asked his wife. “Plus, we’ll be at the show every day so you’ll be on your own.”

Stacy laughed, “Of course I know that. Tell me one other reason they always have these shows and conventions in Vegas…ok, gambling. But I’m a big girl now. All grown up and I can handle being on my own or seeing a bare breast,” she looked down at her bust, “You realize I have looked in the mirror. Look, if you think I’ll be a distraction, say so, but I’ve always wanted to just visit the city, the Strip. I’ve been to Vegas many times but always because of shoots and those are so exhausting.”

Brett sighed, his eyes straying to his wife’s impressive chest, “All I’m saying is…never mind. I’ll check with Dave.” He kissed Stacy and headed out to his car. He wasn’t worried about Stacy’s ability to take care of herself, but the guys always had everything planned out. He was sure Dave had tickets to each show they were going to see already, had reservations at every restaurant. He was the most organized person he’d ever met. Plus, this would make it a lot harder to hit the tables with her around, not that she didn’t like him gambling since he did it infrequently, just that he could go all night. And as much as he loved having sex with Stacy he also suspected she wanted to come along as she never could go more than a day without his cock inside her. He mentally went through the conversation with his boss.

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“That’s great! I’ve been trying to get my wife to come along, but she says sitting around all day waiting for me then suffering through business dinners and recaps of the day sounds a lot less than what a vacation should be. I would think it might lighten things up. I’ll tell the others that their wives are welcome. We could use a bit of diversity on our trips.”

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“Ok, Dave said yes, in fact, he was thrilled you’re coming with us. I expected I’d have to cover the room difference, you know and food. But he said he’d cover it. We just need to pay for your plane ticket.”

“Yay!” she grinned, “What should I pack for some of the shows? Should I try to blend in, you know a lot of skin and feathers? I know that’s not going to happen, those feathery hats are just too unmanageable. Seriously, though, It will be warm, the 80s every day so I’ll wear my most comfortable dresses and shorts.”

Brett groaned thinking how his boss and co-workers would react if Stacy wore some of her lower cut dresses and tops. She denied it, but she was definitely an exhibitionist, “I guess,” he shrugged, “When in Rome….” She made a memorable first impression. He thought back to when he’d first seen her. Senior year at UMass. He’d gone out alone since all his friends were cramming, his girlfriend and he had mutually parted ways and as he’d already finished his exams, he went to shoot pool and have a beer. The only other person in the rec center was this stunning blonde…out of his league girl. Tall, slender, except for her large breasts and nicely flared hips. Tight tee-shirt, tight little shorts, long legs, very little left to the imagination. He normally would never have had the nerve to talk to any girl as beautiful as she was, but he wanted to shoot pool against someone and well, she was it. He was a bit shocked when she smiled and eagerly accepted. A year later she accepted the ring and a few months after that she said, “I do”…the kiss at the altar had to have given the minister a chubby.

He’d often seen both his co-workers and neighbors try to get her alone, then, as her modeling career took off, she was often stopped on the street by guys asking if they knew her, their eyes taking in all of her while totally ignoring him. It both excited him and made him a bit jealous, but she never once seemed to lead them on but was unfailingly polite and nice.

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“I’ll see you after the show? What are your plans for the day?” Brett asked as he was about to head out, “Dave has dinner reservations at the Edge, it’s a great steakhouse.”

Stacy trotted over to the dresser and pulled out her skimpy bikini, “The pool. I was going to relax, read and work on my tan. I haven’t been by a pool in months.”

Brett stopped and looked at the tiny pieces of fabric, “Um, perhaps you want to go shopping, check out the different casinos?”

“I will tomorrow. I really do want to see the entire Strip but today I want to blob by the pool…go, go have fun at your show. I’ll be fine,” she laughed, “I’ll make sure they all use protection if they’re cute,” she laughed. “Now go. Don’t think another thought about some stranger plying gaziantep escort me with drink since that’s never been necessary.”

Brett just shook his head and headed out, “I’ll see you around 5.” He mulled over how she always seemed to know how to make his cock throb by teasing him with her fantasy of cheating. He knew she’d never…had never, but she always knew exactly what to say.

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Stacy spent considerable time rubbing sunscreen on every inch of her skin coming from sea level. She’d experienced burns before at altitude and didn’t want a repeat.

“Hey, let me help you. You missed a spot.”

Stacy turned and saw a college boy, maybe 20 or 21. She handed him the spray bottle, “Please. I’m flexible but I can never be sure I reached everywhere. I’m Stacy, by the way.”

“Drew. Are you here alone?” he looked around.

“I am at the pool alone, but not in Vegas. My husband is over at the Convention Center.” She lay down on her stomach. “Thanks. I really have to burn.” She wondered how this boy appreciated her near nudity with simply her thong and a couple of strings holding the top on.

Drew sprayed the lotion on his hands and rubbed the lotion onto her feet, between her toes and up onto her calves. As he worked the sunscreen in, he studied the girl’s creamy cheeks. He wondered how old she was. 20? 25? She had the ass of a 16-year-old, but tits of a 25-year-old. He wondered how married she was. As he worked his way up her legs, she parted them to more easily cover her inner thighs. The thin material barely covered her pussy and he could easily make out her tight lips. His cock was becoming an issue as he thought about the possibilities. He made sure to cover all exposed skin so she doesn’t burn which made the throbbing worse.

Stacy knew the effect she was having on the boy but also on her as she felt a swelling in her pussy, resisting humping the lounge chair. “You’re really good at this,” she sighed, “and your hands are really strong and huge, do you do massages?” she sighed. Then as he moved higher,

“but as nice as this is, only my husband is allowed where your fingers are now,” she said softly as his fingers stroked the edges of the thin strip of fabric, “or at least for those buy me dinner.”

Drew laughed and slid his hands from her crotch onto her ass, “Sorry, didn’t want you to burn. But, yes I do massages. I’m a trainer back home and I’ve had to massage many a person, though I prefer massage as foreplay,” he grinned. “So, interested in a massage?”

Stacy looked back at the boy, her eyes flicking down to the pronounced bulge, “If I were single, yes. Am I causing that?”

“Sorry,” the boy blushed, “Sometimes it gets me in trouble, but most of the time it brings great pleasure to my partners, ok, and to me.” His hands slid onto the girl’s ass. “Damn, you have a tight ass, you must run or work out.” He kneaded her butt muscles and felt his cock harden more as she perceptively ground her pelvis once against the chair. He thought about asking her to lunch, perhaps a drink or two then up to his room. As he stroked her back and came to the strap, he untied it without asking and paused seeing those massive tits bulging out.

“I do work out, but I’m afraid to say most of this is just genetics, can’t take credit for it.” She reached back and untied the string around her neck and considered straying for the first time. She’d never had hands that large on her before and her glance back told her there was a possibility that the old adage about the correlation between hand size and penis size might have some validity. She put her arms out above her head as the boy worked the lotion down her ribs and on her side-boobs. “I think my breasts are pretty well covered,” she chuckled as the boy spent a bit more time there.

“They say you should put sun-screen on under your suit also since most clothing has very low or no SPF rating,” he said as he worked up to her neck.

“Really? Are you just saying that? Is this an attempt to grope me, I mean grope me more than you already have?”

“I’m serious, but you’re right. It would be totally inappropriate. On the other hand, how are you going to do that yourself? Sit up and expose yourself?”

Stacy thought about it and looked around. There were few people at the pool, in fact, the only others were a couple under an umbrella reading. “I could prop myself on one elbow…oh hell, be fast,” she sighed as she raised herself onto her elbows. She let out a gasp as those strong hands came around, gripping her breasts and rubbing the lotion in. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck as his manipulation of her nipples sent jolts of pleasure straight into her vagina. She was both intrigued by how intense this was and wanting to put a stop to it.

Drew had large hands, but he couldn’t possibly contain the masses of flesh dangling underneath her. He had to get more lotion as there was too much flesh to cover. He heard her short breaths…he loved women with ultra-sensitive nipples and knew he was very close to getting her upstairs to his room, married or not. He forced himself to sit back, slapping her ass as he did, “There, you’re ready for whatever the sun has in for you…except perhaps for under the front of your bottoms.”

She’d become lost in the intense feeling shooting from her nipples to her crotch and lay back down, tying her top back on. She was ready to say yes had he suggested the massage again but just thanked him as he climbed off the chaise. Clearing her head of erotic thoughts, she looked at him, “I’ll stay on my stomach then, thanks for your concern. You should dive in and get that snake of yours under control.” She looked at the massive bulge, “I’m really sorry that I can’t do anything with that,” she said as she stared at it while her mind was fighting her throbbing pussy. “I’d say I wished I were single, or a less faithful wife, but I do love Brett, but I’m not sure it would work anyhow.”

“Why? What do you mean?” the boy asked.

“Ok, this is a lot more information than I would normally tell a perfect stranger, but I’ve been with a few men and most are, well, small to average. All have had trouble getting inside me and have told me that I have a really small vagina. I’ve never had a large cock so I’m not sure…you know,” she said blushing, “But it’s moot anyhow.”

Drew grinned, “Hey, I understand. Your husband is a really lucky guy,” he hesitated, “but now I feel like this is a challenge. Aren’t you curious? I mean just to try? I know I’d like to. I’d see if it fits, then pull out.”

“You have no idea…” she said softly, “but I just can’t. There are just things I’d never be able to live with. Sorry.”

She watched the boy dive in and swim around feeling like she missed an opportunity. She looked over at the couple who’d put their books down and were watching her before quickly picking their books back up. ‘Oh great! I just flashed strangers and let a strange boy grope my boobs, what else am I going to do?’ she thought. She put her head down and fantasized how she’d greet Brett fully naked, suck on his cock and then have him slamming into her eager pussy before heading for dinner. Then after that, she’d lube up her ass and make him an offer he can’t refuse.

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Stacy got to her room after a few hours by the pool. Drew had laid down on the chaise next to her and they’d had a good conversation about each other and he’d respected her married status. There were a couple of times when he’d climbed out of the pool and the shorts draped across his large member that she might have acquiesced had he suggested they go back to his room. ‘Damn it, Brett! Why is your show all day?’ she thought, ‘but then again. I did invite myself,’ she thought as she went out on the balcony and looked out. She saw Drew lying on his back, eyes closed enjoying the sun. ‘Christ! His cock must be eight inches soft. Look at it outlined against his leg.’ She realized her hand had slid over her bikini bottoms, so she fled back into the room, stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower.

Drew peered up marking the balcony and felt like grinning seeing the beautiful woman studying him, her hand rubbing her pussy. That unobtainable…at least unobtainable today pussy. 8th floor, seven rooms from the end of the hall. It’s possible…probable since she’s here all week.

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Brett was distracted all day thinking about Stacy. He knew she would never cheat on him, but he also knew she had a very strong sex drive.

He thought all day about guys buying her drinks, offering to put on sunscreen, playing in the pool, their hands all over her. Of course, there as no denying the effect her teasing and flirting had on him. His brother told him he was a fool to be marrying such a beautiful woman. She might be the truest, most faithful wife in the world, but every guy she meets will be subtly or overtly trying to seduce her. How much temptation can she withstand?

He thought back to the many times she’d been groped by various men, the VP who’d come over and suggested his wife could be a huge help to his career; the new hire in the mailroom who’d ogled her breasts and Brett had subtly suggested he pair up on the waterslide and perhaps he’d accidentally cop a feel. Then Bill in sales who kept trying to get Stacy to check out his new Tesla at the company party. What happened between them behind the bushes at the neighborhood picnic last summer? He bit on his lower lip feeling his cock throb with these thoughts.

Finally, they headed out to get back to their rooms to get rid of their crap and change for dinner. Dave told them to meet in the lobby at 6:30 to head over to the steakhouse. Drew looked at his watch and thought about showering and changing. An hour and 15 minutes would be plenty. He hoped Stacy wouldn’t take long since she sometimes made them run late due to her preparations.

Stacy go up from the chair and gave Brett a hug, pressing her bare form against him, “How was your show…do we have time for a quickie?”

Brett pulled the naked woman into his arms, his cock getting instantly hard, “The show was…well, a show. You have no idea, I’ve thought about you all day. What got you wound up?”

“Um, well, perhaps I shouldn’t tell you,” she stroked the front of his pants.

Brett groaned, “Ok, now you have to.” He picked up his wife and tossed her on the bed. “Remember our rule, no secrets.” He climbed on top of and between her eagerly opening legs, “Or did you just want a spanking?” he asked as he ground his hardening cock against her.

“Oh wow! Door number one or door number two…Well, remember you reminded me to put sunscreen? Relax,” she said hearing his groan, “I made sure he used protection. Kidding, kidding, but a boy help put sunscreen on me.”

Brett had images of a strange man rubbing lotion on Stacy’s naked body and was shocked to feel a hard reaction from his crotch, “Ok, so it was just a good Samaritan helping you out, you know doing your back? A Boy Scout doing a good deed? Or a horny boy using this as an excuse to slip inside you?”

“Well, perhaps the last one,” she sighed as she pulled off her husband’s shirt and reached down to undo his pants, “I mean, at first it was the middle one, but this was no Boy Scout.” She stroked his rigid cock, “I think…no, I know he was trying to get me up to his room. His hands kept straying into areas reserved for you. Of course, told him I was married,” she said as she felt his cock as hard as he’d ever been, “He was very understanding but I let him…Oh, hell. He made sure my breasts didn’t burn,” she quickly finished.

Brett lifted himself up as Stacy pulled down his pants the rest of the way, then take him in her mouth. He groaned pleasurably wondering if she let him cum in her mouth this time, but as he felt himself getting close she flopped back and handed him the foil package, “Wait, what? Were you topless?” He pulled out the condom and rolled it on. Just once he’d like to have sex without one of these, but he found he could never last unless he dulled the pleasurable feeling of her great pussy. He was surprised how easily he slipped in but had a nagging feeling that perhaps he wasn’t the first today. Most of the time he’d have to spend time licking her and teasing her, and only then was he able to push his way in. He never complained as no other woman was nearly as tight as she was in his experience, but here she was, sopping wet and eager to get his cock but still incredibly tight.

“No, but I did take my top off, at least untied the strings so he could cover my back. I thought he was total bullshit but didn’t want to take the chance…oh, fuck you feel good inside me. Harder, fuck me harder,” she grunted.

He started slamming against her and as her legs opened wider welcoming his assault on her, he tried to drive as deeply as he could, he had trouble following the conversation but, “a chance of what?”

“That’s it, baby, fuck your bad wife. He told me most clothing was not SPF rated and I could burn through my top. It is really flimsy. I let him rub sunscreen on my bare breasts, I just propped myself on my elbows. Oh God! Wait…oh, not yet, Shit! I’m so close!” she held her husband as he spasmed his cum inside the rubber. Stroking his back, she sighed, “You’ve never cum that quickly before. I thought you’d be angry with me.”

Brett groaned feeling the ache in his balls fade and pulled out of his wife’s pussy. “Sorry, I have no idea what came over me. I am pissed that you let another man touch you, touch your breasts,” he said as he turned quickly to get tissues. He was baffled that what his faithful wife told him caused such a huge rush while also making him jealous. He handed her the tissues, pulling off the rubber from his still firm cock.

“You’re still hard. Where are you going,” she asked, “I haven’t cum, yet.”

Looking at his watch, he sighed, “We have to go. We need to shower and we’re meeting Dave and the others in a half-hour.” He pulled his wife to her feet, “We can talk about you letting other men fondle you tonight.”

Stacy groaned, “Shit. I’m so horny right now, can’t we blow off dinner and you can fuck your bad wife anyway you want?” she asked as she stroked her ass suggestively.

Brett stopped and looked at his wife, “Seriously? You’ve always told me, ‘Never gonna happen,’ are you that horny?”

“You have no idea. I’d so make it worth your while…” she purred as she stroked his fat cock, “stay and abuse me any way you want. Please? I’ll even let you fuck me without the rubber.” She sank to her knees and licked his shaft.

Brett thought about it, very tempted but stepped back, “Stacy, honey, you have no idea how tempting this is, but this is not just dinner. This will be also a business dinner. If you need to stay here…you know, take care of things,” he looked down at her, “or I will make you scream tonight.

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It was a typical Wednesday. I came home from work — St. Peter’s Catholic Middle School — and stopped in the lobby of the apartment complex I now lived in to check my mail. I slipped the few envelopes out and glanced them over as I pushed the little door shut. Bills, mostly. Oh, good. An updated invoice from my divorce attorney. Somehow, even though my wife was the one that cheated, and I was the one who was faithful for 27 years, I was the one paying the most. Whatever.

I turned as a young woman in her mid-20s stepped into the lobby. Because of my angle, I noticed her legs first. Shapely and muscled, wrapped in yoga pants, and as they used to say, they went all the way up. I caught just a glimpse of her tight ass, as my eyes went past her exposed, toned stomach then up past a very — significant — chest.

On the other side of those delicious globes, her shoulders peeked out from a halter top. Hovering right above her sculpted collarbone, bobbed a ponytail of rich, naturally red hair. A white stick extended from her pursed red lips. As I finally got to her green eyes, I realized she was staring at me as I checked her out.

I blushed bright red at having been caught, but before I looked away, she just winked at me, and slowly pulled a round CBD lollypop from her mouth. Which, frankly made my slacks even more uncomfortable than they already were.

I bit my tongue to keep from inadvertently moaning out loud. She leaned closer and half whispered to me: “Did you like the show last night?”

After a moment of confusion, I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to the previous night.

I had been sitting on my bed, watching TV, when I head a repeated thumping noise outside the window. My apartment overlooked the courtyard — complete with drained and covered pool — and I moved the blinds to look out. We had a sporadic issues with homeless people sneaking into the area between the buildings and I had taken it upon myself to keep an eye out.

I saw no homeless people, and then I heard it again. My eyes were drawn upwards and I realized the blinds on the balcony across from my apartment were open. The last tenant had moved out last month and had always kept them closed anyway. But it wasn’t so much the blinds being open as what was now visible through the glass slider.

A woman’s naked body was pressed against the doors. She was obviously being fucked from behind. I could just make out the dick in the shadows between her legs behind her. Her bald pussy lips split as it moved in and out of her, and her lips kissing and moisture dribbling down the glass. It looked like there was a little patch of hair was on her mons pubis.

Licking my lips, remembering the taste, I looked higher. The woman’s breasts were capped with wide dark areolas, and hard, thick nipples. I had read the phrase, ‘my nipples are hard enough to cut glass’ in a couple of the chat rooms I indulged in after I moved out of my house and my wife’s new boyfriend moved in. But this was the first time I’d ever seen anything close. Even though she was being pounded into the glass, her nipples seemed to be keeping the rest of her breasts from flattening against the glass.

Without even thinking about it, I reached down and touched my growing hard on. Would anyone blame me? Without warning, the woman’s eyes opened, staring right at me, stroking through my pants. And she smiled.

I blinked, coming out of the memory, and the woman had an identical smile. She grazed my cheek with her finger. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did.” She glanced down — I knew my cock was hard from the memory, let alone her touching me in such an intimate way, but how could I hide it?

“Tune in at 8:15 tonight, if you want to catch the next episode. But don’t come until I do.”

Then she was gone.

I raced to my apartment and threw a frozen pizza in the oven. Then grabbed my students’ pre-Algebra homework and busied myself grading it. My teaching assignment was math, 6-8th grade; as a prestigious private school, many of the students had already mastered Algebra II before they got to high school, and we were known for placing students in top engineering colleges. Thankfully, my 6th graders didn’t disappoint, and I was finished with grading and dinner by 8.

I didn’t want to miss anything, so I tucked into the corner of my bed early and parted the blinds on the edge so I could be sure to see when the action happened.

The blinds on the balcony were already spread wide and I could see a bed pressed into that corner, not too unlike how my room was set up. On the far side of the bed, I could see shapes moving, but no one was close enough to identify.

One of them moved closer and I could see it was the young woman. She was wearing just a loose bathrobe and she pulled the comforter off the bed and folded it out of my sight. Then she popped back into the window. I could see the contours of her naked chest under the terrycloth. She looked right at me and tapped her wrist, mouthing eight fifteen.

I was embarrassed by being escort bayan called out as too eager, but I didn’t look away, instead taking a moment to slip my boxers down, revealing my slowly swelling cock. Her eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips before moving away.

A moment later, I was treated to quite a sight as the man she was with laid her across the bed. Her head was on the far side, but her knees were akimbo and I could see her glistening lips — and a wide sparkling plastic purple jewel where her asshole should be. She was riding a butt plug!

She wiggled on the bed, pushing farther away and I could just see her red hair cascade off the far side of the bed. Her partner came close and I glimpsed her open those ruby lips before he slid inside her mouth and presumably down her throat.

Precum was already covering and starting to drip down my now hard shaft. I carefully used it to lubricate myself, not wanting to cum too soon. I hadn’t promised, but I felt like I owed this gorgeous woman who had invited me to be a third party voyeur to her night of passion.

From the rhythm of her rocking on the bed, he had started fucking her throat and I found myself jealous and turned on. I had never been with another woman since my wedding. I didn’t even want to break that trust during the divorce — not that I had the opportunity either. And I wasn’t a porn watcher either. But now I wanted what that man was getting. Not even with that girl, although I’d be fine with that. It was just new to watch it happen and feel things stirring.

At exactly 8:15 — I don’t know how the hell she did it, but I checked the clock — she reached down, still being face fucked, and pointed a manicured index finger at her pussy — no, if I looked closely — was her clit poking out? Fuck.

I watched, rapt, as she fingered herself, teasing her pussy lips, dipping in, rubbing inside, spreading her lips, slapping, tweaking, tugging. Good lord, this woman knew how to pleasure herself much better than my ex did.

Slowly stroking, I watched as her partner pumped her throat, then filled her, cumming in her mouth and on her chest, as I struggled to hold on. I watched her tongue bathe the head of his dick, milking out another few drops, then he left to clean up.

I watched as she bent from the hips, smoothly, like a dancer into a sitting position.

She licked a stray bit of cum off her upper lip, then reached down. Her eyes on mine, she grasped the purple jewel and slowly drew it out of her tight, sexy ass.

I couldn’t hear it, as it popped out of her, but I knew when it happened. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her lips formed an O, her body started shaking… and then she threw her head back, and her pussy exploded, spraying on the glass.

That was all the invitation I needed, but I fought my urges until she tilted her head back down to look at me. Then I let it fly. I know men cumming isn’t as hot for women to watch as the reverse is for men, but I wanted to let her know I kept my silent promise.

It had been about a week since I had last — you know. I got busy and still felt a little guilty taking care of myself. So there was a buildup, and I ejaculated several times, cumming all over the window and part way up my chest.

Once again her eyes widened. I didn’t know if it was the quantity or the vessel it had erupted from, but it did a number on my ego. I needed that. Despite my considerable girth and larger than average length, my wife ex-wife had turned to another man to satisfy her in the bedroom. Knowing that a girl half my age was appreciative, even from a distance, was balm for my woes.

It was a few more days before I saw the woman again, naked or otherwise. Once again, it was in the lobby by the mailboxes. I was putting a birthday card for my daughter in the outgoing slot. She’s a freshman at UCLA and loves it. I don’t talk to her as much as I’d like, but she calls at least once a month. Pretty sure she’s dating someone now, from what she hinted at during our last call, but I didn’t want to pry.

I turned around and there was the woman. Today, she had her hair up in pigtails, the tips curled tightly into ringlets. She was in a low cut, short white sundress — both her toned legs and her ample cleavage were on display. She was carrying a tennis racket in one hand.

I smiled and nodded, not sure what the etiquette was for whatever this thing was that we were doing. She smiled back, and then her face fell a little. Instantly I wanted to fix it, to help her, to make her smile again. Damnit. This was how I was with my wi — ex when we first dated. I cannot be falling in love with this 20-something, no matter how much she got me off.

Ah, fuck it. I am who I am. But before I could say anything, she asked me a question.

“Do you really not recognize me, Mr. Miller?”

I didn’t. Fuck. Shit. Who was this girl and why did she know my name? Only my students called me Mr. Mill–Suddenly it dawned on me. No, it couldn’t be.

“Amber? Amber Crutchfield?”

Her altıparmak escort bayan eyes lit up and I knew I was in trouble — good trouble, but trouble just the same.

“You DO remember me!”

“Well, it’s been what 10, 12 years.”

“Twelve. I never forgot how you defended me. Like my prince charming — well, King Charming, I guess.”

When Amber had left for summer break after 6th grade, she was a normally proportioned 10-year-old girl. When she arrived for the first day of seventh grade, in my Algebra class, well, let’s just say the boob fairy had visited her over the summer.

She didn’t just develop — it was like she went from a training bra to a 34C. And of course, the other kids wanted to tease her about it. I put a stop to that, but hadn’t given it much thought since then.

Looking at her now, she continued to develop into adulthood. She caught me staring again.

“38E. I even had breast reduction surgery after college, cause they were killing my back, but I didn’t want to go too small.”

She smiled, self-consciously. Weird, since I’d seen them naked twice now.

“I saw you when I moved in, you know. My favorite teacher ever, Mr. Miller.”

“Please, call me Paul.”

She tried it out. “Paul. Paul. Paul Miller.”

I tried not to fantasize about her moaning it.

“So you and your boyfriend moved in across the way.”

“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Husband?”

She laughed out loud. “No. No, Mr. Mill — Paul. Not my boyfriend or my husband and he doesn’t live with me. He just helps me out sometimes.”

“Oh, I see.” Friends with benefits. Kids and their ways these days.

She giggled, “I don’t think you do. Sure, he’s a good fuck. But I did that for you.”

I probably looked like my brain exploded — it nearly did. I opened my mouth and shut it again, thankful we were the only ones in the lobby.

“I wanted you to see how much I’d grown up. How adult I was. You were so nice to me back then, and now I had a way to reward you.”

“Oh, okay. If that’s all it was, I understand. Thank you.”

“You’re being very obtuse, Paul.” She drew my name out, Paaaauuul, like a moan.

Another tenant came in. Louis something or other, with a dog.

She leaned in close, her breath on my cheek as she whispered, “Don’t think I didn’t see how hard you got watching me, or how much you came, or” I felt her hand graze the front of my jeans. “how much you have to offer.”

She stepped back. “Dinner at my place at 7, Mr. Miller? Bring some wine. I’ll take care of everything else. I’m in 312. Oh, and my grandma always used to say eat dessert first. I hope you don’t mind.”

She whisked away from me before I could say anything. I saw Louis giving me side eye.

“Former student. Wants to thank me for helping her graduate from a really good college.”

“Uh huh.” He tugged on his dog’s leash and went out the front door. I headed out the back.

At 7pm sharp — clearly punctuality was important to Amber — I was knocking on her front door. She opened it right away and I gasped. Yes, I know I work at a Catholic school, but I have trained myself not to imagine what was standing in front of me.

Amber had somehow squeezed into her old uniform, or a close facsimile. White cotton blend blouse tight across her incredible breasts, with long silky sleeves. A tight, short tartan skirt in my school’s pattern, or whatever you call it. White stockings that went all the way up, and black chunky heels strapped onto her feet.

She still had the pigtails, but they were smaller, and higher up, and her long red hair was layered with ringlets and curls. I just stared. I didn’t know this was my fantasy before it was standing in front of me, but goddamn. I struggled to raise the wine bottle.

“Visitors usually greet me with a kiss.”

“Oh, of course” I leaned in to do the European two cheeks maneuver, but Amber reached around behind my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss, with plenty of tongue. I barely managed to not drop the wine bottle as she pressed her whole body to mine, pulled me in and nudged the door shut.

Amber tugged me into her living room, then finally released the kiss. I gasped for air, and immediately wanted her mouth on mine again. She let me kiss her again, but briefly as she dragged her lips and tongue away, then traced them down my chin and throat.

I had a sudden realization: “Sorry I didn’t shave.”

I felt her tongue go flat and run it up my stubbly neck, then nibble on my chin.

“No, Paul. I like a manly man.”

She tugged my tie loose and kissed my adam’s apple.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she moaned. I watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. She unzipped my pants, sliding them and my boxers down. My cock rewarded her by popping right into her face.

“MMmmm.” She wrapped her hand around the thickness, then licked from the mushroom crown down to my balls. “I see you found time to shave something.”

I exclaimed nilüfer eskort out loud as she slurped one, then the other of my nuts into her wet mouth. Then she licked all the way back up the shaft, traced her tongue around the head, and then teased the hole with the tip.

“Oh, fuck, Amber. That, that…”

“Am I a good little cocksucker, Daddy Paul?” she moaned.

“Goddamn!”

She giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She looked up at me, making eye contact, then pursed her lips, still holding my shaft. She rubbed her red lips over the head, coating them with sticky precum. Then she used the head of my cock to part her mouth like a pussy, taking inch by inch down. To her credit, she got 2/3rds in before she had to pause.

She slowly slid it back out, saliva and precum dripping off it.

“You’re so big, Daddy. But don’t worry. We’ll get it all the way down.”

“Eight inches,” I moaned as she took me deep in her mouth again. As she gobbled me, my mind flashed back to the sight of her being throat fucked a few days before. That would be all the way down. Oh, fuck yes.

She bobbed on my cock some more, licking up and down the shaft, suckling on the head, nuzzling my balls. She was really good — it almost felt like what I imagined two women sharing my cock might be like.

Finally she let go, and rose to her feet. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I noticed the comforter was already removed and folded up. The blinds were closed too. She pushed me down onto the bed, seated. Then leaned in, kissing me deeply while unbuttoning my shirt. My pants were still in the living room.

She pushed my shirt open and ducked down to bite at my nipples. Fuck, I loved it when my ex did that. No, don’t think of her now.

Amber kissed my chest, then backed away. Slowly, she started undressing, working the blouse buttons loose, slipping the sleeves off. Wiggling her fine ass as she slid the skirt down. Now she was just in a pushup bra — like she needed it — and a tiny thong. She did a quick 360 and I saw that she once again was plugged — and maybe it was being closer — but the end capping it seemed even larger than the last one.

Amber straddled me. I could feel a sudden wet spot on her panties as she settled across my legs. Another ego boost. She wrapped both of her hands on my neck and pulled me in, thrusting my face against her cleavage. I did my best to kiss and lick.

After a moment, she released me and took hold of my cock.

“Take off my bra, Daddy. It’s a front closure.”

My hands trembled as I worked the clasp — I had seen these several times, but now they were up close. Plus, she was my former student and she kept calling me Daddy. Two more huge unrealized turn-ons.

Finally I slipped it free and there they were. I moved close, taking one incredible nipple in my mouth and suckling on it like a baby. Amber tensed and moaned with pleasure. I worked on one for a while, then switched. Then I had an idea. I could have never done this with my B-cup ex-wife. I pushed Amber’s tit flesh together and snagged both nipples in my mouth at one time, sucking hard.

“Oh, oh, oh my gawd, Daddy!” I felt Amber cumming in my arms, her whole body shaking. I sucked on her nipples again, gently raking my teeth on them, and she was hit with another wave. “Fuuuuuck!”

I swung her around off me, onto the bed, and slid to my knees, pressing her legs apart. I ran the flat of my tongue all the way up her pussy lips, then thrust it inside. Amber was still cumming, wave after wave. I reached up and grabbed the tuft of hair — as ginger as her head. Perfect.

I tugged her body up even as I moved my mouth down over her swollen, exposed clit. I sucked it hard, drawing a little more of the sensitive button out, causing Amber to shriek, and my mouth and face were splashed as she squirted — over and over — a lot more than with the other guy.

“You taste delicious, my child…” I thought for a second, remembering her earlier question. “My whore of a daughter, cumming on her daddy’s face like a common slut.”

That got me a “FUCK, YESSSSSSS!!” and another jet of girl cum.

I climbed back up, laying next to Amber and kissing her deeply.

“I love the taste of my pussy and cum on your mouth, Daddy,” she moaned. “But now I need your cock inside me. Please.”

I smiled and looked around. “Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck, no.” she replied matter of factly. “I want to feel you cum inside me. Deep inside me, Daddy. I want your seed.”

I know, I know, I should have waited. Gone to the drug store. Hell, I should have brought my own. But I hadn’t and now — well, fuck it, I wasn’t waiting and neither was she.

Amber raised her legs up, knees spread wide. She traced her fingernail around her clit, ahh-ing as she did. I straddled her and she took my cock in hand. She rubbed it on her clit, then pushed it down into her precious wet folds.

I hadn’t really been able to see the guy’s dick before, but it must not have been too wide, cause goddamn was Amber’s pussy tight. Remember, I hadn’t fucked another woman since I married my wife. And this was not only a fresh, new, young pussy, it gripped my cock like a vise. I pressed deeper, making Amber moan louder. I could feel her stretching out as I thrust deeper, til finally my balls slapped her ass.

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The front doorbell rang, Chris went to the door.

It was Harry, a friend from the snooker club.

“Hi Harry,” said Chris. “Come in. What can I do for you?”

“What are you doing next weekend?” asked Harry.

“Nothing special, as far as I know!” Said Chris, “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” said Harry, “I was supposed to be taking my lady friend to see a show in the West End next weekend, but she’s had to go up North, to visit her sister who isn’t very well. Rather than waste the tickets, I thought you might like to take Mia. They’re good seats, and I don’t want anything for the tickets.”

“What show is it?” asked Chris.

He knew that Harry’s tastes were a bit different from his own, and he didn’t want to commit himself to something he wouldn’t want to see. Harry was a widower, his lady friend was a divorcee. They were both about 50 years old and Chris thought that he was unlikely to enjoy the sort of show they would like!

“Oh, it’s that new musical everybody is raving about.” said Harry.

Chris thought that probably the only people raving about it would be others in Harry and his lady friend’s age bracket.

“Thanks for thinking of us Harry, but musicals are really not my scene!” said Chris.

“Oh dear,” said Harry, “I know Mia likes musicals, so I thought it would be nice for her.”

“Yes, she does like musicals, but I really don’t enjoy them at all,” said Chris, feeling a bit mean about not wanting to take his wife to a West End show. Then he had a thought, “Tell you what Harry, if Mia wants to go, why don’t you take her!”

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that,” said Harry. “The tickets are for Saturday evening. By the time the show finishes and we get out of the theatre, it would be very late for getting home to Suffolk. Even if there was a train that late! I had booked a room at the Strand Palace Hotel, overnight, and intended to come home Sunday after lunch.”

“That’s a shame,” said Chris. “Look, let me have a word with Mia, she might still want to go if you can change the room for two singles.”

“Do you really think so?” said Harry. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Of course, I’d be alright with it. I know you’d look after Mia properly.” said Chris. “I can’t make any promises though, I can’t speak for Mia, but I will ask her!”

“Thanks, Chris,” said Harry. “Let me know as soon as you can, so I can sort the hotel out.”

Mia, Chris’ wife, was out shopping. When she came back Chris told her about Harry’s offer and his own suggestion.

Chris was surprised to find that his wife was quite keen on the idea!

“I would love to see the show,” she said. “I haven’t been to London for ages, and I quite like Harry, he’s good company and young for his age.”

“Right,” said Chris, “I’ll call him and make sure he’s sorted the hotel out. Don’t you keep him out too late though, or you’ll tire the old boy out.”

“He’s only 50,” said Mia, “That’s only 14 years older than me!”

“Yes, I was forgetting that you’re so much older than me,” said Chris with a grin. At 32, he was a whole 4 years younger than the lovely Mia!

“I wonder what I should wear,” said Mia, “I suppose we’ll be out for dinner as well, so I’d better take something smart for the evening.”

“Your black cocktail dress plus the usual trimmings would be right.” said Chris. “With your black silk evening jacket over it.”

“Good idea,” she said.

Chris phoned Harry and gave him the good news. He asked him how he’d got on with the hotel booking.

“Oh, yes! They said it would be fine, and they’d give us two singles next to each other,” said Harry. “I’ll make sure Mia has a good time.”

Saturday morning arrived. Harry came to lunch and the three of them had a light meal together. Chris remarked how excited Mia was, and she said, with a smile, “It’s not every day a married woman gets taken on a date, is it!”

Soon after lunch, Harry and Mia left to get the train to London.

Chris noticed how sexy she looked in her tight jumper, jeans, boots and soft leather jacket. With her 35, 25, 36 figure she looked great. He sometimes forgot how attractive she was.

Chris was going to spend the evening at the snooker club tournament, and have a few beers, he reckoned he was going to have more fun than Mia!

Harry and Mia caught the train to Liverpool Street station, in central London. Then they took a taxi to the Strand Palace hotel.

When they got to the reception desk, they had a problem. There was no record of Harry’s call, changing the double room for two singles, and they were now fully booked!

Harry gaziantep escort was crestfallen, they were not going to get to enjoy their fun weekend after all.

Mia was practical. “Does the room have twin beds?” she asked.

“No,” came the reply, “It’s a king size double! But there is a sofa, if that helps!”

“Can we see the room, please?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, I’ll get someone to take you up.” Was the reply.

When they got to the room Mia exclaimed that it was beautiful, with great views over the surrounding area. The bed was a very comfortable king size, but the sofa seemed a bit small for sleeping on!

“I don’t mind it being small, “said Harry “If you don’t mind sharing the room.”

“Yes, it’s OK,” said Mia. She wasn’t going to miss the show if she could help it! “Whatever you do, don’t tell Chris we shared a room.” she said.

When they were on their own in the room, Harry said, “I’m so sorry Mia, I did phone and ask them to change the booking, honestly!”

“Are you sure you didn’t just want to lure me into your boudoir,” said Mia with a wicked grin.

“No, honestly!” said Harry, then he realised she was only pulling his leg. “Mind you,” he thought to himself, “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting her into that big bed,” and he found himself getting slightly aroused, and felt his face redden!

Mia saw him blush and was sorry that she’d embarrassed him. She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a small kiss on the lips, “No problem,” said Mia. “Now, where are you taking me for dinner on our date?”

Harry explained that the show was an early evening performance, so he thought that they could go to dinner after it finished. They could have tea in the hotel before they left for the theatre.

“Do you like Chinese food, Mia?” he asked.

“I love Chinese food,” she replied.

“Well, I thought we might go to Chinatown after the theatre,” said Harry, “and go to one of the Chinese restaurants there.”

“Oh, I would love it!” said Mia, and she gave him a hug!

They went to the hotel’s tearoom for refreshments, then back to their room to change for the evening.

Harry, opted to change in the large bathroom after a shower, but Mia said that he’d spoil his clothes with the steam and spray. She’d have a shower first, while Harry got his clothes ready. Then Harry could go in the shower, while she got dressed. Harry could get dressed while Mia turned her back!

Mia laid her evening clothes on the bed, took her bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to undress. She brought her clothes back out, dressed only in her bathrobe, before returning to the bathroom to shower.

Harry couldn’t help snatching a look at her lovely, milky white, firm breasts, when the bathrobe gaped open as she put her day clothes in the wardrobe. Then, as she turned to go to the bathroom, he got a flash of her pussy with a small triangle of pubic hair just above it. “She keeps it nicely trimmed,” he thought. He had to turn away to hide his erection from her!

While Mia was in the bathroom, Harry got undressed and put on his robe. He could hear the shower running and imagined how Mia must look with the water running down her lovely body. His cock was erect again!

Mia soon returned, looking pink and fresh. “Your turn,” she said. “I’ll get dressed while you are in there, and I’ll do my hair and makeup, at the dressing table.

While Harry was in the bathroom, Mia got dressed for the evening. She put on a black lace bra and panty set. The bra was half cup as her cocktail dress was cut low at the front. The panties were very brief and, as with the bra, were see through!

She checked herself in the mirror, seeing how her nipples, pubes and pussy were clearly on display. She loved this lingerie!

She completed her underwear with a pair of dark coloured hold up stockings with black lacy tops. When she put on her dress, she noticed that the short skirt only just covered her stocking tops when she was sitting!

Harry showered and soon returned. Mia was busy making herself even more beautiful.

“Keep your back turned,” he warned her. “I’m going to get dressed now!”

“Ok,” she said, “I won’t peek!” But she angled herself so she could see him in the dressing table mirror. She wanted to see if he kept himself fit, as he always seemed so trim and upright!

Harry discarded the bathrobe and Mia took a deep breath. He had no underwear on under the robe and, as he bent to pick up his boxers from the bed, she saw his cock swing down. It was big, in fact it was very big. Bigger than Chris’! It had to be 8 inches long and fairly thick. It was a magnificent cock!

She was so busy looking at his cock that she almost forgot to check out his body! He was in good shape, a bit of thickening at the waist (he was fifty after all) but otherwise a fine figure of a man!

Her eyes went back to his cock again, just as he was pulling his boxers up. “Wow,” she said to herself, “I wonder what that would be like inside me.” His girlfriend, Peggy, was a lucky girl!

Mia put the finishing touches to her makeup. She couldn’t get the sight of Harry’s cock out of her mind, she realised that her nipples were hard in her lacy bra, and her pussy was moist!

“Must stop thinking about it.” she thought.

“Come on Harry,” she said, “We’ll be late if you don’t hurry.”

Harry was dressed apart from his tie and jacket. He was wearing a nice grey lounge suit with dark brown slip on shoes.

He was doing up his tie. “Here, let me help you,” said Mia, “pulling the knot tight and straightening it out. She had her hands on his chest, he smelled good. “You’ll do,” she said, kissing her fingertips and placing them on his lips. “Let’s Go!”

They took a taxi to the theatre. They had good seats and the show was marvellous. Mia enjoyed every minute of it!

After the theatre they walked to Chinatown.

It was a lovely warm evening. The lights in the bars and restaurant windows were bright and colourful and there were coloured lanterns suspended above the streets. Many of the buildings were decorated with Chinese dragons and had Chinese style gates. Some of the street signs were written in both English and Chinese.

They chose a restaurant, and enjoyed a very good meal, with a bottle of Champagne.

“Let’s walk back to the hotel,” said Mia, “I’m enjoying myself so much, I want to make the most of it!”

“Ok,” said Harry, “why don’t we have a stroll through Soho?”

“Oh, yes, let’s do that,” said Mia, “it’s so sleazy!”

She put her arm through Harry’s and hugged him. She was having fun and Champagne always made her happy and relaxed.

As they walked through Soho, they passed lap dancing clubs, strip clubs and shops, selling all manner of sex aids, still open despite the late hour!

Mia was amused by the number of small cards pinned up outside some of the building entrances advertising ‘Model’s Services’, ‘Sexy Massage’, ‘French Lessons’, etc.

The photos displayed outside the strip clubs were turning Mia on. “Can we go into a strip club?” she asked. “I’ve always wondered what they were like!”

“They’re a bit sleazy,” said Harry, “Don’t tell Chris that I took you into one and corrupted you during our date!”

“You haven’t yet!” said Mia, looking at him with an impish smile!

Harry paid the entrance fee and the girl taking the money gave Mia a funny look! “She doesn’t look like a working girl,” she thought, “what’s she doing down here?”

Downstairs in the club it was dark, except for the brightly lit stage. Mia could make out the outlines of the audience in the reflected light, and she noticed that there were no other women there!

There were empty seats in the front row and Mia led Harry straight to two of these. They settled into their seats just as the show began.

On the stage there was a pole for dancing and a single divan bed with a scarlet cover.

Music began to play, and a young woman with large soft breasts and a shapely backside, came onto the stage, dressed only in sparkly lingerie. She writhed and undulated around the thick chrome plated pole in the centre of the stage. She performed some painful looking moves and after a while removed her bra and tossed it to the side. She continued to ‘dance’ a while longer before removing her panties, then started to rub her completely shaven pussy up and down on the pole!

“She’s getting more out of it than the audience,” Mia whispered in Harry’s ear. “Do you think she gets paid for it as well?” Harry chuckled!

A couple of other pole dancing acts followed, pretty much as the first act, and none of the girls looked as if they enjoyed what they were doing.

Then an attractive, and totally naked couple, came onto the stage. They started to dance sensuously to soft music and began to rub themselves on each other’s bodies. They caressed and stroked each other, and both became aroused. Her nipples visibly hardened and stood out stiffly from her nicely shaped breasts, while his cock swelled to a good length and stood out straight from his underbelly!

The girl took hold of the man’s cock and made as if to lick it, without actually making contact. She opened her mouth, as if to take it in, but turned her head away at the last moment.

The man kissed the girl’s nipples but didn’t suck them as expected but kissed down towards her shaven pussy. He stopped short of her clitoris, but she threw her head back as if he had sucked hard on it!

After a few minutes they moved to the bed and began to have simulated sex. They were very good, moving and writhing on the bed in such a way, that the audience couldn’t be sure if they were actually making love or not.

At the end of their act, as he positioned himself, and began to lower his body as if to penetrate her, the stage lights dimmed slowly to darkness!

As the house lights came up, the couple took a bow at the front of the stage and walked off to deserved applause!

Mia found that she was holding her breath, she was thoroughly aroused. Her nipples were swollen inside her bra and her pussy was wet. She wanted to see more but that was the end of the show.

As Mia and Harry climbed the stairs to leave the club, she was groped two or three times by men around her in the semi darkness, on her breasts and between her legs. She didn’t mind at all!

Back on the street Mia turned to Harry and said, “I loved that, I wonder why more women don’t go to see those shows.”

“I don’t think many women are as open minded as you are, Mia.” Said Harry.

“More fool them,” she replied!

Harry and Mia continued their walk back to the Strand Palace Hotel. They arrived in time to get a nightcap at the hotel bar.

Mia had really enjoyed her date, the show had been great, the visit to Chinatown with dinner very interesting and enjoyable. As for the visit to the strip club, she was still buzzing. Every time she thought about the couple’s erotic dance, she felt a bit light headed and horny!

Finally, it was time to go to bed. As they went up to their room, Harry was not looking forward to sleeping on the sofa.

He wasn’t at all upset about having to share a room with Mia, but if he got a look at her semi naked, or lightly clad body again, he might be embarrassed and have to try relieving himself without her noticing!

Mia was wishing Chris was there, she felt so horny she would have dragged him straight to bed to fuck him, frantically. She wouldn’t even be able to masturbate, with Harry sleeping on the sofa, in case he heard her.

As she thought about Harry, a vision of his substantial cock and fit body popped into her mind!

Harry usually slept in just a pair of boxers, tonight he would keep his boxers on and wear a tee shirt as well, in deference to Mia.

He removed his shoes and socks, hung his jacket up and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. In the bathroom he removed his trousers, then hung them up when he returned to the bedroom.

Mia had brought a pink silk, nightdress. It was her favourite night wear. It was figure hugging in all the right places, and she loved the feeling of the silk on her body.

She hung her jacket in the wardrobe, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She would leave her make up until she showered in the morning.

She thought it would be fun to undress in front of Harry, so when she returned to the bedroom, she unzipped her dress, wriggled it down so it dropped to the floor, and stepped out of it!

She rolled her stockings down and took them off, then removed her bra and let her gorgeous breasts swing free. She hesitated with her fingers in the waist of her panties and decided to keep them on. Then she slipped the silk nightdress on.

She didn’t look at Harry, and at first, didn’t know if he was actually watching her, until she glanced in the dressing table mirror, and saw the huge bulge that had formed in the front of his boxers. She felt her nipples growing hard, she knew that he couldn’t miss seeing them making points in the silk nightdress!

Harry was desperately trying to hide his raging hard on! Keeping his back to Mia he went to the wardrobe and took the spare pillows and bedcover over to the sofa.

Mia said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Harry. I enjoyed everything so much and I really enjoyed your company. It was the best date ever!”

“You made it fun, Mia.” said Harry. “You were the best partner I could’ve had for the evening. It’s a good job you’re already married, I think I have fallen in love with you”!

Mia giggled. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said in a soft voice. “But we did have fun together, didn’t we?”

Harry turned the main room lights out, leaving just the two dim lights on each side of the bed.

Mia got into bed, sliding under the bedcover, and lay her head on the pillows.

Harry lay down on the sofa with his legs drawn up, due to the shortness of it. He pulled the spare bedcover over himself. It was very uncomfortable, and he had only just laid down! It was going to be a long night!

Mia turned the bedside lights out, “Goodnight Harry,” she said.

“Goodnight Mia,” said Harry.

Mia lay on her back, her hand automatically slid down her front and pulled her nightdress up. She cupped her pussy and slid two fingers into her wetness. She was far away from sleep, she wanted to be fucked.

She began to finger herself slowly, trying not to make a noise, so Harry wouldn’t hear. As she rubbed her clitoris, she couldn’t help making a little gasp, she hoped Harry hadn’t heard it.

Harry had heard Mia gasp, he’d seen her hard nipples making little mounds in the front of her nightdress as she got into bed. He knew that she was aroused, and probably rubbing herself off. He was wishing it was his hand on her pussy, and his fingers inside her.

Suddenly the lights each side of the bed came on and, in a husky voice, Mia said,”Come to bed please Harry, I need you!”

Harry knew he shouldn’t, this was his friend’s wife, but he had a deep need of her which he wanted to satisfy. He needed her, too!

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Traveling to join her parents for the holidays, 18-year-old Denise is befriended by Pauline, an elegant 38-year-old professional photographer. Heavy snows disrupt the young woman’s travel, and she accepts an invitation to stay at the other’s cozy forest chalet. Upon entering she is shocked to see examples of the photographer’s work – tasteful pictures of very naked young women.

After dinner and a shower, sitting together in robes before a warm fire, Pauline sympathizes with the young woman’s frustration at having found neither romance and intimacy. A little later, she asks the beautiful Denise to pose for her camera on the fur rug . . .

This story’s outline and many of its details were inspired by a 20-year-old young woman in the Netherlands who enjoys my fiction. She concluded her detailed letter with, “60 percent of this actually happened to me, and I fantasize about the remaining 40 percent . . .” I hope you are as taken by it as I was.

This one’s for you, Denise, who reignited the creative fires.

The story’s REAL title (which doesn’t fit Literotica’s template):

Love and Intimacy – Denise’s Joyful Holiday Discoveries

Unable to find an empty compartment on the old fashioned rail carriage, Denise tried to select the least-incompatible companion for the two-hour train ride. The young woman was heading north to join her family for Christmas at their lodge in the forest. She looked forward to relaxing following a hectic week of final exams at the end of her first semester at the university. Also, after four months of living away from home for the first time the 18-year-old was excited about the coming reunion with her family. One of the compartments was occupied by an elegant but friendly-looking woman who looked to be in her upper 30s. Denise saw she had a large bag of camera equipment, which was interesting, so she entered.

“Are these seats free?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” the woman answered with a smile. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” She settled in and, after a moment in which the two strangers accustomed themselves to the other’s presence asked about the camera equipment.

“Are you a professional photographer?”

The woman smiled again and said, “Yes, I do free-lance work for magazines and web sites.” Reaching out her hand she said, “By the way, my name is Pauline . . .”

“My name is Denise. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Denise noticed that Pauline listened to her words with a concentrated focus that was flattering and made the girl immediately warm to the woman. She was pleased to have apparently done well in selecting a traveling companion.

The train began to move. Pauline asked, “Are you going all the way to Haute Neige?”

“Yes, my parents have a lodge and we always spend the holidays there.”

The woman nodded and gestured toward Denise’s book bag, bursting with ponderous textbooks. “You must be a student, or maybe you just enjoy curling up with a warm and fuzzy calculus text?” Her beautiful gray eyes glistened with humor, and Denise laughed.

“Yes, I just finished my first semester. I don’t know what to do with these books! They cost a fortune, and are worth a fraction of that once used, so I couldn’t stand to sell them. But no, I won’t be diving into any calculus anytime soon . . .”

This launched a conversation about the pleasures and frustrations of college life. Pauline listened with that same undistracted focus, and recounted similar experiences from her time in the academy 15 years earlier. Before long the two were laughing together and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. Denise was excited at the feeling of having made a new friend, despite the difference in age, maturity and sophistication, and she was flattered that the older woman apparently shared that feeling.

It came out that Pauline was unmarried, and had lived an interesting and gainful life filled with varied experiences. Denise was fascinated and impressed. She learned that Pauline also had a pied à terre near the village of Bois Blanc, about 30 kilometers from her parents’ lodge, where she would spend some of the holidays

The train entered the scenic forest region that was the destination of both. The trees were heavily laden with fresh-fallen snow. Dusk was falling when the conductor knocked and slid open the compartment door.

“Young lady, you are going to Haute Neige?” he asked Denise.

“Yes . .?”

“I am very sorry, but heavy snow has blocked the line and the main road until tomorrow. Everyone will have to leave the train at Bois Blanc. The railroad company will have personnel there to help passengers make alternative arrangements . . .”

“Oh, dear,” said Denise.

Pauline sensed the girl’s distress and shook her head in sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry your plans are upset, dear. But look, why don’t you stay with me tonight? There’s plenty of room, and I have no plans at all.”

Denise shook her head and said, “Oh no, Pauline, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” bursa escort She actually wanted to say yes, but because of their vast difference in age and sophistication suddenly felt uncertain.

“Don’t be silly, it would be a joy to have you. You can call your parents, we can make dinner, have some wine, and have great fun together! Actually, I have so enjoyed your company that I was sad about to having to part so soon.”

The woman was so obviously sincere and pleased at the prospect that half-a-moment’s thought brought Denise from anxiety over disrupted travel plans to excitement at the prospect.

“Oh, thank you Pauline. Yes, I too did not look forward to having to cut short our time together. You have been so kind and interesting. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, Denise. Really, this is marvelous!”

Denise smiled and agreed. Pauline leaned forward and gave her new friend a little hug. “Wonderful. If you get bored you can always read some calculus . . .”

Denise laughed and rolled her eyes. “Please, not that!”

The train arrived. Pauline said she had ingredients for a peasant’s stew in her freezer and they could get fresh bread at a bakery next to the station. Denise agreed that sounded delicious. Despite the heavy snow the local roads were clear and it was just a ten-minute taxi ride to Pauline’s house, which was a charming chalet in a lovely, secluded wooded setting. The lower level comprised a spacious open living, dining and kitchen area. A large, comfortable looking couch faced a fireplace, with a luxurious fur rug in between them.

Denise would have immediately felt right at home – except for one little detail. Displayed throughout the rooms were beautiful photographs of young women, some partially dressed, others fully nude. It seemed very likely that these were pictures Pauline had taken. They had not discussed the nature of her host’s photography work, but that now became embarrassingly clear.

However, the photos were so tasteful that Denise had to acknowledge they were hardly objectionable. And – without being explicitly aware of it, she actually felt a hint of forbidden excitement at the thought of her new friend posing scantily clad or even naked young women and making them look beautiful in photographs . . .

Pauline led Denise up to a small but comfortable spare bedroom on the second level, inviting her to settle in while she herself started preparing their dinner. When the girl rejoined her friend Pauline was putting the stew on a low burner.

“I hope you’re not starving because this will take a while,” Pauline said. “But we can have a glass of wine and talk while it cooks. Let’s sit on the couch and I’ll start a fire.”

“I’m a little bit hungry but not starving,” Denise reported. “A glass of wine sounds lovely.”

“Starting a fire” meant turning a switch to ignite gas logs that provided most of the ambience of a wood fire without the inconvenience. Outside it was dark and snowing, but inside the bright and warm chalet provided an oasis of comfort and cheer. The women settled happily onto the soft couch with their glasses.

“Tell me Denise – do you have a boyfriend?”

The young woman shook her head. “No, I just haven’t met anyone that interests me. I thought the university would be a horn of plenty in that department, but no. I have some wonderful girlfriends, though, and we have a lot of fun when we’re not studying.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” the older woman said. “Still, you are a very beautiful young woman – the men must be checking you out.”

Denise blushed but was not displeased at the compliment. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but hearing this far-more sophisticated woman call her “beautiful” was highly flattering.

“Thank you, Pauline. Well yes, there are men, but you know, most of them just want one thing, and hardly care about who a girl really is inside – only what she looks like. And what she is willing to do with them . . . Oh, sometimes I find the whole thing almost depressing.”

“I know what you mean. Men!” Pauline harrumphed.

“What about you, Pauline? I know I’m not bad looking, but you are really beautiful. You said you’re not married – have you ever been?”

“Oh, you’re sweet, Denise. No, never. I realized long ago I just don’t have ‘the fire in the belly’ to go in that direction. I have no regrets – I love the life I live, and wouldn’t change a thing.”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, and then Pauline rose to give the stew a stir. When she settled back onto the couch Denise noticed the distance between them was much less than before. After a little wine and the talk of romance they seemed to share a new feeling of intimacy, like girlfriends willing to tell each other everything.

“So you have not met any men at college. Have you ever had a close relationship?” Pauline asked.

“No, never. It’s not that I don’t want to . . . I just never felt that way about anyone.” The girl’s bursa ucuz escort frustration was apparent.

“Denise, don’t hesitate to tell me it’s none of my business, but have you ever – been to bed with another person?”

Denise was embarrassed at this and blushed deeply, but like all their exchanges the question was asked with such good-will and sincerity that it was impossible to take offence. Actually she was glad for the opportunity to pour out her fears and uncertainty to her new friend.

“Oh I don’t mind you asking, Pauline. I’m just not used to talking about it. No. I’m a virgin, and I don’t really know what to think about that. Sometimes it makes me crazy to think that there is a whole world of – intimacy – and I am missing it. And . . . I know I’m young but I AM a grown woman and have – desires – but not for anyone that I’ve ever met. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, it absolutely makes sense, dear . . .” Pauline leaned forward and gave the girl a sympathetic hug. “At your age I had exactly the same feelings and doubts and frustration and curiosity.”

“But you don’t feel that way now?” Denise asked tentatively, hoping to gain insights from her older and more sophisticated friend, but again self-conscious about that difference in age and maturity. Pauline gave the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“No, I don’t feel that way now. I have experienced the joys of sexual intimacy. I don’t want to embarrass you by saying too much, but if telling about myself helps you feel more comfortable and confident it would give me great pleasure to do so. But – I think that our dinner is about ready. What do you say we take a break and come back to this afterwards?”

Following a satisfying meal during which they discussed lighthearted matters Pauline offered to clean up and invited Denise to take a shower and rejoin her afterwards. “There’s a gigantic fluffy bathrobe in the drawer next to the sink,” Pauline told the girl. “I’m going to get out of these clothes and into a robe myself, so why don’t you put that on and when you’re ready meet me back on the couch.”

Denise was a bit self conscious about the prospect of hanging out together in bathrobes, but she did feel grungy after a long day. Back in her room she unpacked some toiletries and toothbrush, figuring she might as well get all ready for bed while she was at it. Then she undressed and savored a long hot shower in the luxurious bathroom, so much nicer than the communal facilities of the university dormitory. After the shower she took time to brush out her long, slightly wavy blonde hair.

The bathroom had full length mirrors, and another feature as well – more of those beautiful photographs of nude young women. Denise could not help but to compare her own image in the mirrors with the girls in the photographs, and was pleased that she came off quite well in the exchange. She was slightly taller than average, with long legs and full, womanly hips that carried not a gram of excess flesh. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes, “more than a mouthful” in a phrase she had heard her school friends use, but not so large as to inhibit physical activity. She worked out regularly, maintained a sensible but not abstemious diet, and the results showed.

Her grooming complete she found the robe and slipped it over her nakedness. Again she felt self-conscious about appearing before her new friend in a semi-undressed state, but she also felt something else: A devil-may-care excitement at the idea, stimulated by her inspection of her own charms, the photos of other nude young women, and the thought of Pauline taking those photos. She did not stop to analyze this frightening feeling, but instead just forged “full speed ahead” and back down to the comfortable living room and fire.

Pauline was already seated on the couch, and beamed a welcoming smile at her new friend. As promised she too had slipped into a robe, a gorgeous silk Japanese one, deep red with striking embroidered designs. The color provided a perfect contrast for the older woman’s medium-length dark hair, and Denise admired the way the garment revealingly hugged the other’s attractive figure. Pauline was a few centimeters shorter than herself, and slimmer with narrower hips and smaller breasts.

Despite the fact that she was twice Denise’s own age the woman clearly took very good care of herself, because physically she was a knockout. Her face was gorgeous too, with full lips and high cheekbones. It barely showed the effects of almost four decades. Those beautiful grey eyes were so full of good humor that you couldn’t help liking her, but they also contained the merest hint of sadness.

To all this beauty was added a sparkling and sympathetic personality, with the result was that Denise found her emotions roiled by some very confusing feelings. For an instant she had this wild impulse to wrap her arms around the woman and hold her close, but of course that was crazy . . . bursa elit escort

Pauline readjusted herself to face the girl, and Denise’s heart skipped a beat when in doing so the woman’s silk robe parted for an instant, exposing a broad expanse of silky white thigh.

“Oooh, you look all comfy and cozy and scrubbed pink in that big robe,” Pauline effused. “Gosh, your hair is just gorgeous. Sit here and let me feel it!” Denise did so, and Pauline ran her hands through the younger woman’s still-damp locks. “Wow – you are lucky to have such beautiful hair!”

The girl was a teensy bit shy at the woman’s touch and compliments, but felt warmed by them as well. “Thanks, Pauline. Gosh, that robe of yours is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Pauline preened a bit showing it off. “Isn’t it? I saw it in a Tokyo store on a trip there, and even though it cost a fortune once I touched the material I had to have it! Here, feel . . .” She held out her arm.

“Oh, I see what you mean.” Denise said, stroking the fabric – and the arm beneath it – a bit more than was strictly necessary, indulging a little the strange impulse she had felt a moment before, and acutely aware as she did of the warm female body the garment contained. “Gosh, that must feel delicious on your . . .” She stopped, realizing that she was about to say something more intimate than she intended. Pauline laughed:

“On my naked body! You bet!” Pauline laughed. “That thought occurred to me back in that store in Tokyo!” With this outburst of humor the slight tension that had been generated by the new experience of not being fully dressed in each other’s presence evaporated, and again the two became fully comfortable together. So much so that Denise summoned up her courage and posed a question she had been itching to ask:

“Pauline – those photographs . . .” she indicated a trio on the fireplace mantle that featured beautiful and fully nude young women in sensuous poses and settings. Suddenly she was embarrassed and blushed furiously, but pressed on: “They’re your work, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are. And yes, Denise, most of my professional work is in the same – genre. Do you like them?”

“They’re – very beautiful . . .” Denise said reservedly.

Pauline laughed: “Very naked, you mean. I know, I hesitated to display them, but they ARE beautiful, and I’m proud to have made them. I’m so used to them I forget they make some people uncomfortable. I’m sorry if they make you uncomfortable, though.”

“Oh, no . . . I mean, yes, I was shocked at first, but you’re right – they are very beautiful, and you should be proud. Yes, I’m glad you display them.”

“Thank you, dear. Now – I promised to tell you more about myself, if you want me to . . .” Pauline gave the younger girl an inquiring look.

“Yes, I do want to hear, if it’s not too private. I mean it’s none of my business . . .”

“No, I’m happy to share, I just don’t want to embarrass you by saying too much. But when you described your feelings and frustrations involving men and the desire for – intimacy – well my heart ached because when I was your age I had exactly the same feelings and – lack of experience.

“I don’t want to pretend that because we had similar feelings we are alike in other ways, so don’t get this wrong, but I’ll tell you what ‘broke the dam’ for me: I met a woman.”

Denise had sensed this coming, and although she was not terribly surprised all of a sudden she was terrified. But she was also fascinated, and – thrilled. She knew she should stop the conversation right now, but she couldn’t make herself do so. Pauline sensed the girl’s acute discomfort and paused.

“Do you want me to tell you more, Denise? I understand if you don’t, and it doesn’t change a thing between us – I still think that you are wonderful, and that won’t change no matter what.”

Denise could barely speak. She licked her lips and nodded. “No, please. You can tell me. I mean, I’m not sure, but I think I want to hear . . .”

Pauline took the girl’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Alright, dear. I know you can’t help being shy. Anyway, I know how hard it can be at your age when you suspect there is some big wonderful secret out there that everyone else knows. And you wonder if something is wrong with you . . . and – Oh, God – been there, done that, you can KEEP the tee shirt!”

“Thanks, Pauline. OK, I’m better now. I was shocked when you first said that, but I know there’s nothing wrong with it and no reason for me to feel that way. So yes . . . ” she paused and smiled mischievously, “My ‘prurient interest’ is peaked, if that is not too out of line.”

Pauline laughed, and those sparkling grey eyes poured out reassurance and encouragement, and suddenly it WAS alright, and Denise was eager to hear more. She wriggled a bit as if to settle in for a dramatic story, and affected a look of wide-eyed expectancy. Pauline laughed again, and began.

“In the summer after my first year at university I was lonely and miserable and frustrated and unhappy. The woman who lived in the house next to my family’s – her name was Margaux – was about the age I am now. She was an artist, and divorced. I just plain fell in love with her, and she really cared about me, too.

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He awoke in his new bed with a hard cock. Sliding his hand under the covers, he circled his cock with his fingers and started to slowly pull himself. Becoming aroused, he pushed the covers down. His cock was nice and long in his hand, the large head swollen and stretched tight. He stroked faster with images of the previous day going through his mind. Her on all fours with her parted pussy, its open hole waiting to be fucked. Fucking her between her open legs in the backseat of the limo. Smelling her cunt on her fingers while she rode him. Oh fuck. Groaning loudly he came, his cock stiffened, erupting in spasms of hard squirts, shooting thick cum over his chest and stomach. Fuck that felt good he thought, slowly stroking out the last drops of cum. He was so tempted to start again but decided against it. He had a busy day ahead and couldn’t spend all morning wanking in bed.

Upstairs, a similar scene was playing out. On her back, her legs drawn up and wide apart, she was furiously rubbing at her clit and pushing a thick flesh colored dildo inside her.

“Fuck me with that big cock.” She moaned, pushing the dildo in hard and deep, her fingers a blur between her legs.

“That’s it fuck me, cum in my pussy.” She cried out, her pussy starting to gush over her fingers and the dildo.

“Oh God, fuck, yes!” she cried, cumming hard, frantically thrusting her cunt up against the dildo and her fingers, fucking them both hard in her orgasm.

Finally spent, she lay panting, the dildo still in her pussy and a dark wet patch on the sheets between her open legs. Even having just cum, she couldn’t stop thinking about his big cock. I have to calm down she thought to herself. Her husband would be home tomorrow. That would calm things down. She didn’t like to do it with him at home. She knew he wouldn’t mind her fucking the driver but she didn’t like to rub his nose in it. I still have all today and tonight though. God, she was incorrigible.

He spent the morning collecting his meager possessions from his shared apartment, telling his roommate he wouldn’t be returning. After that it was a trip to the tailor. Around noon with his purchases loaded up, he returned to the house and went to his room. He had just finishing squaring everything away when the intercom sounded. Answering it, she asked him to join her in the living room. As he walked into the room, she invited him to sit next to her.

“I have a little matter to talk to you about.” She said. “It’s a bit of an opportunity you may or may not be interested in.” His interest piqued, they sat on the bed and she started to explain.

She had a group of women friends that for one reason or other didn’t have a driver so she would lend them hers for a few hours or the day. The women had various driving needs like, maybe a trip out into the country. There was no set fee for the service but the women would give him a tip, the size of which depended on their satisfaction with his driving. It was an opportunity to make some good extra money. Although she hadn’t spelt it out, he knew exactly what she meant recalling the trip out into the country yesterday.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

Yes, he would be very interested. The chance to make some good money fucking pussy sounded just up his street and he told her so.

“Okay.” She said. “I’m having them all over for drinks today. You could give me a hand and they could get to meet you. I also have a little idea that might just seal the deal and get you some good driving jobs.” She went on to explain her idea and he agreed to it. It might even be fun he thought.

“Will you need me to drive you anywhere today?” he asked.

“I need you to drive me right now in your room.” She said hungry for his cock.

Standing by the bed, she raised a leg placing her foot on it, riding her dress up revealing her panties. Straight away, his hand was between her legs, rubbing her through the sheer material. She fumbled with his belt and unzipped him as he slid his fingers inside the leg of her panties, his fingers tecavüz porno keen to explore the wet slit hidden beneath them. She had his cock out, gripping it tightly, excitedly pulling him, wanting him hard. She was wet and her clit already hard as he stroked between her soft pussy lips.

“Fuck I want you.” She said in a husky voice, her hand eagerly massaging his growing shaft and swelling head.

Thirsty for her wetness, he fell to his knees in front of her. Just as eager to feel his tongue on her, she pulled her panties aside and pushed her pussy forward. Groaning with desire, he pressed his face between her legs, his tongue urgently seeking out her drenched opening and hard clit.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good.” She sighed, as his warm tongue parted her lips and licked between them. Raising his hand, he slipped two fingers inside her as he lapped at her hard throbbing clit.

“Oh my God!” she cried out, her pussy flooding.

“Put your cock in me.” She implored him, desperate to feel him inside her.

Standing up, he pulled down his pants and lowered her onto her back across the bed. Pulling her panties off, he opened her legs, wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her rear to the very edge of the bed. With her legs spread wide and in the air, he entered her, his hard thick cock stretching her open as he pushed deep inside. Jesus her cunt was wet.

“That’s it; stick that big cock in me.” She urged him on, her excitement growing by the second. Thrusting, he plunged his cock deep inside her.

“Yes! Like that, fuck my cunt!” she yelled, her pussy on fire, filled with hard throbbing cock. Incensed by her pleas and frantic to cum himself, he lunged between her legs, his balls slapping her ass with each hard thrust into her.

“Oh fuck.” She was cumming, her pussy squirting, drenching them both.

“Oh God.” He groaned, feeling cum rushing from his balls, the numbness overtaking him. His whole body jerked as his cock twitched in her cunt delivering its load of cum deep in her body.

“So fast.” She gasped amazed. “Fuck that was good!” Breathless, he could only nod his agreement as his softening cum covered cock slipped from her pussy.

Dressed and about to leave, she turned to him lying naked on the bed.

“Wear one of your new suits to the drinks later, the light one I think.” She said and walked out the door.

Wearing his new suit, he met her in the kitchen at the agreed time. She was already pouring champagne into crystal glasses set out on a silver tray.

“You’ve scrubbed up nice.” She said, admiring him in his smart attire.

“Thanks,” he replied. “What would you like me to do?”

“Bring this tray of drinks to the ladies.” She said handing him the tray. Taking it from her, he followed her to the living room.

There was a group of women, about eight all told, sitting around the living room. They varied in age, he guessed from around early thirties to mid-sixties. All were well dressed and obviously well to do. Each one smiled at him and said hello as he passed out their drinks. He could feel them looking him over as he walked around the room with the tray. Inspecting the merchandise he thought to himself. He sat by himself in the corner of the room until it was time to refresh their drinks. About to carry the tray from the kitchen, she came in and told him it was time. Handing out the tray of drinks he left the room and went into another one just down the hall. Stripping naked, he turned off the light and laid on the bed waiting.

“You know the rules ladies.” she said. “All of you except one get a chance to have a quick fondle your prospective driver. The lucky one gets a full test drive. Now if you would like to put your names in the hat, we will choose the winner.” As she went around the room, each woman put a slip of paper with her name on it into the bowl she was carrying.

“And the winner is…”

The darkness of the room lit by the door opening and a figure stepped inside. It returned to blackness travesti porno as the door closed again. The figure moved to the bed and reached out a hand. He felt soft fingers touch his chest, rubbing over it before working down to his cock. They ran all over it and his balls before curling around his shaft. Slowly the hand began to pull him, his shaft thickening and growing with each tug. He heard her suck in her breath when he hand slid the entire length of his erect cock. The hand left his cock and the woman departed the way she came, leaving him in darkness again with a throbbing cock. A minute or two later, the next woman came in. Like the first one, she stroked him for a minute or two and just when he thought she was done, the hand gripped his shaft and he felt a warm mouth cover the head. It slid down his shaft twice before it was gone. One by one, the remaining women entered, felt him and left. Only one stood out. As she was pulling his cock, he heard a rustle of material and then a whimper. Through the vibrations of her hand and the bed with her leg pressed against it, he could tell she was rubbing herself at the same time. She didn’t cum before leaving but he could tell she was very aroused.

His employer came in and turned on a lamp. It was time for the prize winner. The room could be lit. After all it was a full try out.

“You have a lot of very happy faces out there.” She said to him. “Do the next one like you have me and you’ll be rolling in it my dear.” Getting up off the bed, she ran her fingernails along the shaft of his cock and left.

He was sitting naked on the edge of the bed when the winner came in, barefoot and dressed in one of his employer’s robes. Standing up, he met her beside the bed. Undoing her robe, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was middle aged and on the plump side but she wore her weight well. Her body was curvaceous with full round breasts and very arousing. Her pussy was shaved with plump outer lips forming a beautiful crease between them. He could feel his cock stiffening just looking at her. Moving behind her, he pressed against her bottom and slid a hand around her to caress her breast. His other hand reached around and stroked the top of her thigh, working up to the shaved pussy at the top. His fingers nearing her pussy, she moved her feet apart, opening up her thighs giving his access to the already wet cunt between them. Slowly his fingers stroked up and down her wet lips before sinking between them onto her clit. She moaned softly and pushed her rear back against the hard cock pressed against it. He kissed the nape of her neck as he rubbed her hard clit until she was shaking in his arms. Ready to be fucked, he turned her and laid her on the edge of the bed. She raised her legs and he opened them up and let his cock rest along her pussy. Pressing the top of his cock, he rubbed the hard shaft along the length of her aching cunt.

“Oh God!” she cried, wanting his cock so badly she was quivering. Sliding his cock down her pussy, he pressed the head into her opening. She sucked in her breath, waiting for him to enter her. He pushed forward, forcing his cock inside her tight opening.

“Oh shit!” she cried out in pain and pleasure, her eyes wide with the feel of being stretched so wide open. Starting to thrust, he fed more and more of his cock into her. Smooth strokes of cock sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out loudly with each deeper thrust, her cunt on fire with arousal, wanting more and more of his hardness in her. Now they were fucking hard with all of him inside her. His balls slapping her ass as her hips worked her pussy, fucking him back.

Out in the living room they all sat in silence, listening to the cries coming from the other room. They were the cries of a woman being fucked hard by a big cock. Some were finding it hard to sit still; all of them with wet aroused pussies. Suddenly one woman got up and made for the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet and still xhamster porno hearing the cries from the bedroom, she pulled down her panties, opened her legs and began frantically rubbing between them. Within seconds, she was jerking and shaking on the toilet as she came hard.

In the bedroom, she was sobbing on the bad, her legs shaking out of control with his cock still jammed in her. He slid out and pulled her up off the bed. Quickly, he turned her around and bent her over. With her standing legs apart on the floor and resting on her elbows on the bed, he moved behind her and rammed his hard cock back into her pussy. She moaned loudly as he entered her again, the feel of his cock back in her pussy exciting her already aroused pussy further.

“Oh God, fuck me!” she yelled, bracing herself for the hard battering against her ass to come. Holding her hips, he thrust with all his might into her, making her cry out loud each time his cock slid deep.

“Fuck it!” said one of the women in the living room, unable to take any more of the fucking sounds coming from the bedroom. Opening her legs, she put a hand up under her skirt and started to rub herself through her panties. The other women watched on as she slid her hand down inside the front of her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit. They all stared, unable to take their eyes from between her legs. The sight of her masturbating and the sounds from the bedroom had all of their pussies drenched. She came with a loud roar of release and collapsed back in her chair with her hand still down the front of her panties.

Consumed with lust and a primal need to cum, he fucked her hard. She was howling with the intensity of his cock thrusting inside her. He could feel it coming. His balls rose up and the numbness enveloped him as he came deep in her pussy, his cock pulsing out thick cum in her depths. She was done too and collapsed on the bed, her pussy bulging with contractions, her gaped opening snapping open and shut uncontrollably. Dressing, he left her to recover and returned to his room for a drink and a shower. Undoubtedly, he would get a visit later with the results of the afternoon’s events.

He was sitting on the bed propped against the headboard with a drink when the inevitable knock came at the door. Calling out for her to come in, she entered the room smiling and sat on the edge of the bed. Helping herself to a drink from the bottle on the bedside table, she took a sip and turned to him.

“Well, you’ve certainly made quite an impression. You had two of them masturbating and the prize winner could hardly walk afterwards. You must have fucked the shit out of her.” she said laughing. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. He really had fucked the shit out of her.

“By the way, the one you fucked has a nice curvy body, does she have a nice pussy too?” she asked.

“Very nice, why, do you fancy a bit of it as well?”

“I might do.” She said with a mischievous smile.

“Anyway, back to the drinks party” She continued. “It seems that I might be lending out my driver quite a bit. You can expect some very good tips I think.” She said taking another sip of her drink.

“Let’s celebrate then.” He replied, getting up off the bed and refreshing their drinks before sitting back down beside her.

“They weren’t the only ones you made wet listening to you fuck.” She said with an amorous look on her face. Putting down his drink, he unzipped the back of her dress. She stood up and lifted it off over her head and unclipped her bra letting it drop to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt. Squatting in front of him in just her panties, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He lifted off the bed and she pulled his pants off. Still squatting, she opened his legs and moved between them. Taking hold of his flaccid cock, she placed her mouth over the end of it. He leaned back on his elbows as she began to suck him hard, her mouth and tongue working up and down his stiffening shaft and swelling head. Hearing his arousal at his cock hardening in her mouth, she reached down and slipped her hand inside her panties, rubbing her wet slit as she fucked him with her mouth. Needing to feel his cock inside her throbbing pussy, she withdrew her mouth, stood up and pulled down her panties.

“Now fuck me like you did her.” She commanded.

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I agreed to meet a work friend to spend the day shopping together. We had tried to schedule the date for several weeks, but our conflicting social calendar had forced us to schedule the date far into the future. As the day approached, we confirmed our calendars and agreed to meet at an upscale mall in Northern New Jersey near where she lived. I was excited to spend the day with a new friend shopping.

We met at the appointed place and decided on a mutually agreeable starting point. Both Kim and I needed a formal dress to attend a business function both of us were invited to. We agree to start in a boutique. Kim and I entered the store and begin browsing. Kim is shorter than me but has a fuller figure so we are shopping from different racks. We each picked out two or three dresses and headed into the dressing stalls. Both of the sales women were busy carrying clothing from the back of the store so they told us to call them if we needed help. I couldn’t help but notice one of the girls was dressed very revealingly and I checked her out as we passed her into the dressing room.

As we are changing in our respective stalls, we agree to act as fashion consultants for each other. We try on each of the dresses but really don’t find anything that really is perfect. As we leave the dressing room the hot looking sales clerk apologizes for not helping us earlier but tells us that they are unpacking a new shipment that will be put out later in the day and she thinks we may want to try back later. She takes the clothes we have tried on and returns them to the racks. As we are leaving, she calls goodbye to us. As I return her goodbye, she smiles and winks at me.

Kim and I continue shopping and browsing in the stores. We each buy various things, Kim buys a cute bikini, and I buy a pair of jeans. After several hours, we agree to take a shopping break and have a bite to eat. We each have a glass of wine as we wait for our meals. We are chatting like old friends by this point. We each order a second glass of wine with our meals. Kim asks me if I have a steady boyfriend. I tell her that I am really casually dating several boys but spend a lot of time with one. I ask her if she has someone special. She replies that she is not dating anyone currently.

I ask her why and she replies that she terminated a relationship two months ago and hasn’t met anyone new. I tell her I understand, but comment it must be tough to be alone. We each order a third glass of wine as we begin to compare notes on our coworkers and find that we generally agree on most people. The wine begins to take affect, as our comments become more direct. We begin to giggle as we continue to discuss our coworkers. We begin to trade gossip about things we have learned about our coworkers. Kim shares with me that she has the hots for one of our coworkers but he doesn’t seem to notice her. I commiserate with her and offer her some suggestions to help her get noticed. Kim comments that she is needs to find a guy soon. I let the comment pass and nod my head.

We split the lunch tab and develop a plan to continue shopping. Kim finds a dress she likes in one of the stores. The color sets off her eyes and hair and she looks very pretty in it. It has a very high slit in the skirt and Kim asks me if I think it is too revealing. She parts the skirt and I notice that it extends well up her thigh. I tell her I would wear it. Kim tells me she needs to buy a bra since the dress is strapless. I tell her she should go bra less and she replies that she is too big. I push her back into the changing room and tell her to try the dress on without a bra. After several minutes, Kim opens the curtain and waves me into her changing cubicle.

She has removed her bra and the dress looks stunning on her but certainly reveals a lot of her chest. I ask her how she feels about the dress and she replies that between the high slit and the strapless top she feels that the dress is very daring but she really likes how she looks in it. I tell her that she looks great in the dress. She decides to shop further before making a decision. I tell her to turn around and I help her unzip the dress. I lower the dress so Kim can step out of it and as I pick the dress up, I can’t help notice her body and cute green thong panty. I try to casually check her body out. She had large, firm breasts topped by large areola and semi-erect nipples. Her nipples look thick and very kiss-able. I realize that I am openly checking her out and I look up to her face to see if she has noticed me. She has. She tells me I don’t have to be so obvious. I try to play it cool and ask her what she means. She coolly asks me if I like what I see. I stammer a denial but I stop in mid-sentence. Kim tells me that she has wondered if I was BI-sexual and now has her answer.

I move close to her and lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Kim inhales sharply and as her nipple hardens in response to my caress, she moves a hand up to cradle my head. I continue to suckle her breast while her hand supports bursa sınırsız escort my head. Kim turns me around and sits me down on the bench and pulls my head back to her breast. She tells me that she loves what I am doing to her and asks me to continue. I return my caresses to her breast and wrap my hands around her waist. Kim begins to gently moan as I continue to caress her. Her hands are on my head and she moves closer to me and straddles one of my legs. She whispers to me that she is really aroused. I reach down and run a finger under her thong by her ass. As my finger moves down between her legs I feel the wetness of her pussy. I curl my finger and slide it into her wet opening.

Her hips buck in response to my caress. I remove my finger from her pussy and slide it up to her ass and insert my wet finger into her ass. Her moans are now louder and her body begins to shake. I rotate my hand so my finger remains in her ass and my thumb can rub her clit. Her pussy is trimmed very closely and as I begin to caress her hard clit, I feel her nipples harden and my hand gets soaked as Kim’s orgasm begins. Her body shakes as her orgasm consumes her. I continue my caresses as her body shakes. As her orgasm passes, I stand up and turn her around so she can sit down on the bench and recover. I kiss her lips and tell her I will wait for her to dress outside the changing area. Before she can respond, I leave the cubicle and walk away. My body is on fire from what has just occurred. As I walk away, I intercept a sales lady who is heading back to see if we are OK.

I tell her that Kim likes the dress and that she is changing out of it. This satisfies the sales lady who turns around and leaves. I look for a mirror to see how bad I look. A quick inspection tells me I need to reapply my lipstick and run a brush through my hair. As I complete this, I turn back to the changing area. I see movement below the curtain that tells me that Kim is recovering. After several more minutes, Kim opens the curtain and steps out. She picks up her packages and walks towards me. I ask her if she is OK and she responds that she is great. I ask her about the dress and she tells me that my enthusiastic response has convinced her to buy the dress. We walk over to the sales counter and Kim buys the dress. As we head out of the store, Kim grabs my hand and tells me that her pussy is still flowing from her orgasm and that she needs to find a bathroom to repair herself.

When we find a bathroom, Kim invites me to join her in a stall, but I laughingly tell her that I still need to find a dress. She goes into the bathroom and after several minutes rejoins me. She has repaired her makeup and brushed her hair and looks OK again. I ask her if she is OK to shop some more and she replies yes. I wait for Kim to discuss what has happened and within minutes she tells me that she feels wonderful and would like to return the favor if I am interested. I reply that I am certainly interested and let’s see how the day unfolds. We continue shopping in several more stores but I still don’t find a dress that I like. It is now late afternoon, and we decide to head back to our cars. On our way, we pass the boutique we started in. Kim asks if I want to see if any of the new dresses were more to my liking. I head into the store while Kim heads into a music store next to the boutique.

The sales girl that talked to us earlier sees me enter and she comes over to help. She leads me over to the racks, and we jointly pick out several dresses that I like. The selection is much better than before, and the clerk is very helpful. She takes the dresses and leads me to the changing room and hangs the dresses in a cubicle. She volunteers to “help me”. I accept her help. Before I know it, she joins me in the cubicle. She tells me her name is Trini. I look at her and ask her what kind of help she is prepared to offer and she replies that this is a full service boutique and she is prepared to help me however I need. I decide to see what kind of help she is offering and begin to undress to try on the first dress. I strip down to my bra and panties and I quickly change into a jersey halter dress that I particularly like.

The dress looks really good on me and as I look at myself in the mirror Trini suggests that I should try the dress on without a bra. I look at myself and agree with her assessment. I take off the dress and remove my bra. I slip the dress back on and look at myself in the mirror. Trini tells me that I look really good in the dress. I continue to look into the mirror. I like the dress but decide to try on the others before I make a final decision. I start to take off the dress and notice Trini staring at my image in the mirror. I turn to her and ask her if she is all right. I move closer to her and ask her again if she is OK. She looks at me and tells me that she is really hot for me and wants to make love to me. I tell her that would be nice but I’m not sure this is the right place. She assures me it will be fine and she tells me she will be right bursa üniversiteli escort back.

As I stand in the dressing room waiting for her to return, I can’t help myself and I begin to caress my breasts. My nipples quickly harden and I feel my pussy beginning to lubricate. My hand leaves my breast and makes its way inside my panties and between my legs. I image Trini between my legs, pleasuring me. I look up to see Trini and Kim standing in the cubicle entrance starring at me. I realize how foolish I must look with one of my hands playing with my pussy and the other tweaking my hard nipples. Trini breaks the ice by chiding me for not waiting.

I look at Kim and tell her that I was very hot from earlier. Trini looks at me in confusion. I explain what happened between Kim and I earlier. Trini looks over at Kim and tells her she is welcome to join us but she is planning on licking my pussy until I can’t stand it anymore. With that, she begins to strip off her clothes. I barely get a chance to see her curvy body before she pulls my wet panties down my legs and guides me down to sit on the bench. She spreads me open with her fingers and wraps her lips around my needy clit. She sucks it into her mouth and while sucking on it begins to feverishly run her tongue in circles around it. I arch my back and bring my legs up and put them on her shoulders. I spread my legs wide and push myself against her tongue. My hips start to ride her mouth as bolts of pleasure flow from my pussy to my brain. The woman sucks on my clit like a Hoover vacuum.

The feelings are incredible and I almost immediately come. I lift off the chair, tightening my hips against her head and digging my heels into her back as I ride on her tongue. I feel her move down as her tongue thrusts into me as she licks my flowing juices. I hear myself gasp with pleasure as her tongue begins thrusting into me as she laps my pussy. I collapse back in the chair and try to push her away to let me recover but she pushes my hands away and continues to tongue me. I look up at Kim and see her standing there watching us. I open my arms to here and wave her to come to me.

I tell her to come sit by me. She starts towards me and I tell her to get undressed so I can caress her body. Kim strips down and joins me on the bench. I lean over and begin to lick her breasts while she pulls my hair back so she can watch me. Trini is still sucking me and I am nearing another orgasm. Kim’s nipples are hard from my caresses and I look up at her and tell her I want her to lick my pussy. She nods her head. We exchange a hot tongue kiss and Kim makes very clear from her rapid tongue movement that she know how to please. We break our hungry kiss and I reach down and pull Trini away from my dripping pussy. I tell her that I want Kim to lick me while I please her. Trini looks at me and tells me that she really wants to finish what she started. I reply that if she does, I will be useless for anything else and I want to repay my debt to her.

I pull her up until she is standing in front of me. I caress her breasts as her nipples rapidly harden to my caresses. I watch her close her eyes as Kim stands up and exchanges a hot kiss with her. Kim is caressing Trini’s other breast as I leave her hard nipple after a final gentle bite slide down to a kneeling position on the floor in front of her and run my tongue down to her navel. Trini places her hands on my shoulder for support as Kim moves behind her and takes both of her breasts into her hands and continues to caress her breasts. I gently nip her mons as my tongue continues down to her pussy. I can smell her arousal as I get closer. I feel Kim sliding between my legs as my tongue reaches Trini’s patch.

She has a very closely trimmed triangle that points to her pussy. As my tongue reaches her pussy, I see that her lips are cleanly shaven and her pussy lips are engorged and open. I dart my tongue between her lips, finding her hard clit. I slowly run my tongue around it, moaning into her pussy as I feel Kim’s tongue begin to lick my pussy. I try to concentrate on Trini as my tongue continues to lick her clit. I wrap my hands around her grabbing her ass as my tongue snakes along her wet pussy. Trini moans when I stick my tongue inside her, wiggling it against her opening. Her ass clenches as she thrusts herself against my tongue trying to push it deeper into her. I moan as Kim’s finger wiggles into my ass as her finger slides easily inside. I decide to copy Kim so I move my tongue back up to her clit as I slide a finger into her wet pussy.

After several seconds, I take the finger and place it by her ass. Trini moans as my finger slides into her ass and her hips buck against my face. Trini moans and tells me to fuck her ass as her hips push back against my hand. I suck greedily on her clit as I fuck her with my hand. Trini moans that she is coming as her hips thrust one last time. I continue to lick her clit as I feel her ass tighten around my finger. Her hips bursa anal yapan escort lock as she moans loudly. Her climax signals me and I barely help her complete hers before mine begins. Kim has two fingers in my ass as my hips lock down on her head. I let out a loud moan as my orgasm continues. Like a wanton slut, I grind my hips against her tongue, impaling myself on her fingers as I continue to peak. If my hands weren’t still holding Trini, I would collapse.

As I slowly recover, Trini pulls my fingers from her and steps away. I look down as Kim wiggles out between my thighs and smile at her. I shakily stand up and kiss Trini as I pull Kim to her feet. I kiss Kim and thank her for my orgasm. The three of us look at each other and I finally tell them this is an excellent break from shopping. We all laugh as we find our clothes and put them back on. When we are all dressed, Trini asks me if I have made a decision on a dress. I tell her that I am buying the halter dress since she liked how I looked in it. Trini replies that I am making an excellent choice. I pay for my dress and Kim and I exchange phone numbers with Trini, agreeing to get together again when all of our schedules work out.

As we head out of the store, the manager smiles at both of us and tells us to please come again. We laugh at her obvious entendre and Kim blushes a deep shade of red. Trini comments that we were the best tasting customers in a long time. We head out after a final kiss.

Kim asks if we are done and ready to head home. I tell her that I am done shopping but I am not done with her and invite her to my boy friends apartment for some more girl fun. Kim asks me about my boyfriend and I tell her that if he plays his cards right, maybe we will invite him to watch or if she likes maybe he can join us. Kim smiles and tells me she is willing. We get to our cars and she follows me back. When we arrive back at Dave’s house, it is empty. He has written a note that he is over at a friend’s house and will be back for dinner. I look at the clock and see that it is 4:00. Kim and I have some time to get to know each other better. I invite her to join me in the shower. She agrees. Kim follows me into the bathroom and I start the shower. We undress and enter the shower.

I love shower sex so when Kim gets into the shower, I am ready with soap and a washcloth. I tell her to turn around and I wash her back, legs, and feet and then turn her around. I wash her legs, stomach, chest and face. I shampoo her hair and rinse it. I then hand her the soap and washcloth and ask her to clean me. Kim returns the favor. When done, I move close and begin to caress her breasts. Her nipples are very responsive and harden almost immediately. I take one in my mouth and slowly suck it until it swells even further. I move to the other nipple and do the same thing. Before moving on to other things, I remove the showerhead and point it at her hard nipples. The force of the water against her swollen nipples causes her to moan. I slide down to my knees and spread her pussy lips. I then point the showerhead so the water hits her swollen clit. Almost immediately, her moans get louder and her hands reach down onto my shoulder. As the spray continues to hit her clit, I slide a finger into her ass. Kim is now moaning almost continually. I remove my hand from her ass and direct her to the seat in the shower. I move between her legs and caress her pussy with my tongue as I gently squeeze her nipples. Within minutes, Kim begins her orgasm.

While she recovers, I shave my pussy while she watches. Kim is very curious about this and asks me why I shave. As I rub baby oil on my bald pussy, I tell her about why I do it. I ask her if she would like me to shave her. She agrees. I shave her carefully and then apply baby lotion. By the time I am done, Kim is all turned on again so I lick her until she has another orgasm. I look up at her and ask her if she wants more but she tells me it is my turn. I sit down on the seat and Kim begins to caress my breasts. I am very horny from all of our fun so Kim has me moaning within minutes as she nibbles on my pussy. I begin to caress my breasts as Karen’s tongue continues to arouse me. I scoot forward and spread my legs wide to allow her unlimited access to my swollen pussy. I respond to the inevitability of my orgasm as my hips begin their dance against her tongue. I lean back and lift my hips off the seat as Karen’s tongue sends me over the edge. Karen locks her mouth around my clit as she senses my orgasm beginning and the sensation heightens my pleasure.

As I complete my orgasm and return to earth, I look down to see Karen still on her knees looking up at me. She asks me if I would like more. I tell her I would love more but I feel like a prune and suggest we leave the shower to towel off. We move to the bed and begin to kiss and caress. Dave chooses this moment to arrive home. I hear him enter but Kim doesn’t. She realized Dave is in the room when I begin to giggle. Kim finally looks at Dave standing naked with his hard penis in his hand while he strokes it. I introduce Kim to Dave and invite him to join us. While I performed introductions, Dave crawled on the bed between us. Kim wasted no time in mounting him and proceeded to frantically hump him. Not wanting to be left out, I slid over Dave’s face and let him lick me.

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