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The train to Madurai reached its destination in the late afternoon. There had been a delay of 3 hours. Those 3 hours had been a lazy duration with in and out of sleep. Krishna stretched his arms and yawned as he got alighted on the platform. Aeishwarya followed him out of the train rubbing her face and eyes. They walked quietly to a tea stall and ordered tea, both were still sleepy to talk. They sat on a bench.

“This is too sweet.” Aeishwarya complained but had it anyways. Krishna was still not completely awake. He was clutching the Styrofoam cup to his cheek, his eyes closed. Winter was colder down here then it had been at home.

“Wake up baby.” Aeishwarya called to him.

Krishna mumbled something that she couldn’t hear.

“Babe…”

“Hmmm” his eyes were still shut.

She took the cup from his hand and got up and hugged him. She ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. He let go of his body and pressed his face into her.

“Wake up.” She said again.

He opened his eyes but still leaned on her, “You look beautiful.” He said as he shifted his gaze t her face.

She kissed his hair, “Come on now. We need to find a washroom”

Krishna sat there and finished his tea and admired his girlfriend while Aeishwarya asked the tea vendor directions for the waiting rooms.

“You are way too beautiful.” He told her as they walked along the platform.

“And?”

“And…you need to brush your teeth. For that matter so do I” he said putting his arm around her.

She laughed and kissed him on his cheek. He made a disgusted face in mock which laughed more to.

They freshened up in the waiting rooms. By the time Aeishwarya came out Krishna had inquired around and bought two bus tickets to Kumily.

She had her hair in a messy braid. She was wearing her plain glasses. She had bought those after she and Krishna had seen a porn scene in one afternoon. Krishna seemed to have liked the pornstar’s look.

“You look hot.” Krishna knew that she had brought the glasses along, but wearing them now and that too with a braid was unexpected. He had a fetish with her hair and she knew that this would agonize him.

She hugged him a little too tighter, “I know.” She whispered in his ears. She knew he was hard now.

Krishna blushed red and found his voice was stuck in the throat. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

“What happened? Are you uncomfortable?” she asked innocently.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Aww my poor baby.” she laughed and removed the glasses, “Better be ready. You see, its going to be a hard trip.”

The bus was going to leave after an hour. They had some lunch and coffee at a restaurant.

The bus came soon after. They had seats in the back section. The journey was going to take five odd hours. The bus was quite empty, only 7 or 8 other travelers and the a/c was on despite the cold weather. Aeishwarya had snuggled under a blanket and fallen asleep on his shoulder by the time they had reached the outskirts of the city. Krishna would occasionally kiss her head and play with her fingers but then he too fell asleep within some time.

Krishna felt something wet on his ear. And then a hand rubbing his semi hard cock through his denims. He woke up with a sharp intake of breath.

“Don’t move.” Aeishwarya whispered in his ear and probed his ear with her tongue. She gripped his cock and squeezed it hard.

Krishna realized that night had fallen early and that the blanket now covered both of them. The lamps above their seats were off and the rest of the bus was dark. The guy who had been sitting two seats behind was not there now and there was nobody else behind them. The bus was still pretty much empty.

“What time is it?” he asked Maltepe Escort her between breaths.

“Time to make you my slut.” she said and bit on his neck and sucked.

She continued necking him and rubbing his cock for another 15-20 minutes. Then she told him to put his hand around her. The arm rest between them was already pulled back.

“Don’t just sit there you slut. Serve my boobs”

Krishna put his one arm around her and then both his hands under her t-shirt. He pulled her bra under the breasts and started caressing them.

Aeishwarya purred and unzipped his denims. She gripped his cock and started jerking slowly. They played with each other while she dirty talked in his ear.

After some time she bit his ear, “Is this the best you can do? Haven’t you been taught earlier? Is it the first time you are touching a real pair of breasts?” She gripped his balls and gave them a hard squeeze.

Krishna whimpered silently as pain shot through them. He always had sensitive balls and Aeishwarya knew that.

He became more aggressive with her breasts and started mauling them. He pinched and twirled and twisted and pulled them. Arcs of pleasure shot through Aeishwarya’s body. Her grip on his balls loosened as she was enjoying the attention that her boobs were getting. He started using his nails and she stifled a squeal. They had been very quiet all this time and nobody in the bus had noticed them.

“That’s it. Keep on doing that and I might reward you with something.”

As Krishna played with her breasts he kissed her and sucked her tongue. He felt her groan in his mouth. Her hand had let go of his cock and now she was completely lost in the sensations that shot out of her breasts and her pussy.

He sucked on her ear and whispered, “I wish I could lick your nasty little asshole.” He put his tongue in her ear.

Aeishwarya lost it and orgasmed. She clamped a hand on her mouth and shuddered as her juices gushed out of her pussy. Wave upon wave wrecked her slowing to aftershocks of the orgasm. Her mouth was open and her eyes had a glassy look. Her magnificent breasts heaved up and down.

Krishna kissed her mouth again and sucked her saliva. Suddenly Aeishwarya pulled back.

“Did I tell you to make me cum you fucking slut?”

Her hand grabbed his cock and started pumping. She would stop when he was about to cum. Her hand was slick from the precum. Her own pussy was been leaking juices. For the next few minutes she tormented him.

“Please…” Krishna whispered. His cock was writhing in agony.

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Please babe…”

“Why?” She scraped her nails lightly against the cockhead and the cock jerked wildly for a moment.

“I will do anything you say! Just let me cum now!”

Aeishwarya ducked under the blanket and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked his cock with a vengeance. Her tongue knew where to dance on his cock. Krishna pushed her head down and could feel the back of her mouth. She did a strong suction on his cock that drove him over the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he grunted and impaled her mouth further as he came.

When he had stopped cumming she showed him her mouthful of his cum swirling inside. Krishna watched in transfix as she swallowed it.

She then pulled him in a kiss. He could taste his own cum.

Aeishwarya whispered in his ears, “Told you it was going to be a hard trip.”

*****

The bus dropped them at the Kumily bus stop by 11 in the night. They decided to lodge into a hotel in the village and continue to the park in the morning.

The hotel was a cheap one, but the only one in the village. Their room was small with Anadolu Yakası Escort a double bed. They put their bags into a corner and Aeishwarya pulled Krishna into a slow kiss.

“Why don’t you get fresh while I’ll get some food?” he asked her when their lips parted.

“Take the keys.”

He kissed her head and locked the room behind him. He returned with some biryani and curd and four bottles of water.

Aeishwarya was sitting on the bed wearing a t-shirt and track pants. Her skin was blushed from the shower and she smelt of lavender.

He got freshened up while she served the food into paper plates they had carried with them. By the time dinner was done it was past midnight. They snuggled up in the bed under a blanket and fell asleep.

Later in the night Krishna woke up to pee. When he returned to the bed, Aeishwarya also had woken up.

“Hey beautiful.” Krishna smiled.

“Hey handsome.” She gave back a smile.

“You are looking so sexy and adorable.” He kissed her forehead.

She giggled. She knew he would find her sexy right now. Ruffled hair and puckered lips. He always told that she looked sexy when she slept. She was sleeping beside him, her head on his arm and her arm on his chest. He kissed her lips lightly.

“You can’t keep away from kissing me, can you?”

“You are such a damn fine kisser.” He kissed her again.

“Am I?” she kissed him.

The kiss started as a light kiss and then became passionate. He ran his tongue along her teeth and she opened her mouth the let him enter. Their tongues twirled around each other and Krishna sucked her tongue into his mouth. He loved the taste of her mouth. She climbed on him pressing herself into his chest. He felt her hard nipples against his chest. His hands found their way inside her t-shirt and he felt her back. Aeishwarya broke their kiss.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked and again kissed him and pulled him up and sat in his lap feeling his erection poke her.

Krishna touched her breasts lightly. He ran his fingers along the underside of her breasts. She pressed her breasts into him. He flicked his fingers lightly over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth and he kneaded her breasts. He stroked around her nipples in circles. She kept pushing herself into him.

He pinched her nipples making her bite his lower lip. She sucked on it as Krishna tweaked her nipples. She broke the kiss and pushed him back. She pulled his t-shirt of and starting kissing his chest. She ran her hands all over his back and kissed his neck and ears. She took the lobe of his ear into her mouth and sucked it. Krishna moaned loudly as she bit his ear. He pulled at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.

He looked at her for a moment. She was looking so attractive. He loved her and her body. Her ruffled hair fell on her breasts, the erect nipples pushing through the strands of hair. Her eyes were full of lust and love. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. He pushed her on the bed and kissed her neck. He lightly bit her color bone and kissed it. He licked her breasts in circles around the nipples. She arched her back. Krishna took one nipple in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue while his other hand pinched the other nipple. She whimpered as he interchanged the nipples. Then pinching them he went down and kissed her stomach and licked her navel. He could smell the musky intoxicating smell of her arousal. He lowered himself more and kissed just above her pubic bone. Aeishwarya writhed under him and clenched his hair.

He went further lower and smelled her fragrance once more. He saw her pajamas wet with arousal. He came to her face and started kissing her again. İstanbul Escort His hands trailed around the waist band of pajamas. He again started kissing and licking her breasts. She ground her body against him and pulled him into her. She pushed his hand down and rubbed it between her thighs.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as he started fondling her pussy lips. Making circles on her hood with her thumb he fingered her with alternating paces, swelling and ebbing like a wave.

“Fuck…my pussy…good…” she said between breaths.

Krishna removed his finger and inserted the middle and the ring fingers inside her. With his thumb on her clitoris he clamped his index and little finger under her pussy. Clasping her like that he started fingering her wildly.

Shrills of pleasure started escaping her as small explosions erupted in her crotch. Her hips started bucking in pace with his hand and she pushed herself down on his hand. He pushed her legs back and over her. His tongue shot for her asshole. The juices from her pussy had seeped down the crack and covered it. The cum gave it an exquisite taste.

“Fuck you Krishna!” She screamed as she shuddered and a shattering orgasm rocked across her pussy and then through her body.

He lapped up all her cum and then cleaned her across her asshole, taint and pussy.

“You look beautiful.” He looked at her from between her legs. Her pussy was glistening, her breasts heaving and her face was flushed with grin.

“You are fucking insane! Now my turn.” She kneeled between his legs and licked his cock head. She tickled his balls with her tongue.

Krishna pushed his cock in her mouth. She played with it using her tongue. She let her saliva drool over it and let it fall to the floor. Making slurping noises she pushed his cock deeper. Seeing her full lips slithering on his wet cock made him even harder. He clutched her head and fucked her mouth like a piston. He felt the strain in his balls increasing.

“That’s right. Keep sucking.” He grabbed her braid and pushed his cock deeper in. She sucked him till he was about to cum and then let go of his cock.

Pushing him onto the bed she climbed onto him for a 69. Krishna lapped at her soaping pussy, sucking the nectar as it covered his mouth and chin. Aeirshwarya ground her pussy into his face as she sucked his cock. Her slurping sounds were driving him insane. She deep throated him, massaging his cock with her tonsils.

Whimpers and moans were emitted as they orally pleasured each other.

He could feel her saliva drop on him as she came up for air. He pushed two fingers into her pussy as he continued licking it. She moaned and arced her back, pushing into him more. Returning her attention to his cock she slurped it again, her tongue playing havoc on it.

Krishna removed his slick fingers from her pussy and pushed it into her asshole slowly. Aeishwarya tensed up and started sucking with a new vigor. Following her Krishna sucked and fingered her to match her pace.

“Lets cum together!” Aeishwarya gasped before taking the cock back in her mouth.

Another half minute into it and Krishna cummed first. He shot ropes after rope of cum that hit the roof of her mouth. Feeling his hot cum splattering in her mouth she too came and clamped her mouth on his cock as well her pussy on his mouth. She felt his moan vibrate through her pussy and she too came. Grunts and moans filled the room. Krishna couldn’t take suck on all her cum and it covered his face as she rocked. Aeishwarya swallowed his juices.

They lay there on the bed like a heap after their orgasms subsided. Krishna’s face was still between her legs.

“I am so exhausted that I can’t even get up.” Aeishwarya said. The room smelled of sex and it only made her hornier.

He slid from under her and lay beside her, “You taste exotic. Up here,” he kissed her lips, “And down there.”

“Then why don’t you taste me again?” she kissed him, “Up here,” and pushed his hand down to her pussy “And down there.”

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I’ve spent the last two weeks traveling around Italy, soaking up the culture and learning to speak the language. Everything about Italy seems so sensual to me: the people, the food, the whole way of life. I hate to leave this country, but I’ve got to be in Zurich tomorrow morning in time to register for classes. That’s the reason I’m in Europe, after all — a semester at the University of Zurich, trying to get my LLM. I’m so glad that I came over early for a much-needed vacation before starting such an intensive program. Traveling alone was an adventure for me, but it was thrilling. Although, I am sort of craving some companionship. Especially now, faced with a 14-hour train ride from Rome to Zurich. At least I’m catching an evening train. I can get some sleep, hopefully.

I board the train and find the couchette I reserved. The compartment’s empty, and I’m hoping it stays that way; not exactly thrilled with the idea of spending the whole night in here with three strangers. It’s warm in here – – well, it is summertime, after all. Glad I chose to wear a tank top and miniskirt today. I take a seat near the window and watch the people hurrying by, imagining what kinds of exotic destinations they’re headed towards.

The sound of the door opening startles me out of my brief reverie. I glance around, and I see you. You walk in with your carry-on bag, wearing your scruffy-looking t-shirt and shorts, tanned from the summer sun, obviously haven’t shaved in a while. You look like you’ve been backpacking across Europe, which I find out later you have been. And damn, you’re cute. And traveling alone. As you settle in on the opposite side of the compartment, I start thinking about how much I’ve always romanticized train travel. I associate it with the feel of old movies and books, the classics, and I imagine two strangers meeting, boarding a train together, exchanging looks, communicating so much without speaking it out loud, and passion, lots of passion. I’m still thinking this way as the train glides out of the station, rolls along the tracks, gently moving from side to side, as our long journey begins.

We keep somewhat to ourselves at first, both engrossed (or seemingly so) in reading material. But I can’t quite lose consciousness of the fact that you are sitting across from me. Every so often I steal a glance, look at you, take you in little by little. A look at your arms, strong, toned. Another look at your shoulders, your chest … imagining what you would look like without that t-shirt. Your legs, your eyes, so sexy, and my eyes of course drift to your crotch, but as soon as they do I try to shake myself back to my senses, telling myself “what the fuck are you doing? You cannot think like that. You’re going to be in this compartment with him all night, a stranger, you know nothing about him, cut it out.” I go back to my reading, trying to focus solely on it, but I can tell, can sense, that you are stealing glances at me just as I was at you. And imagining what you’re thinking over there starts to heat me up again.

I’m surprised to hear your voice suddenly, as if you could sense that I was thinking about you. You strike up a friendly conversation, just the typical things – – where are you from, where have you been, what’re you doing in Europe, etc. I’m surprised at how comfortable it feels talking to you, as if I’ve known you for a long time, even though I know nothing about you at all. Then you mention that you’re hungry, you’re thinking about going to the diner car to grab something to eat, and you ask me if I will join you. Yes, definitely.

We find an empty booth and check out the limited menu. Not sure what we want, but we’ll both definitely have a beer, we tell Bostancı Escort the waiter. We talk a lot over that beer, then over food and another beer. I’m having such a good time that when you suggest we hang out a little longer and have one more, I’m all for it. Am I flirting with this guy?, I think to myself; yes, I am. Damn, what am I doing? But it’s all innocent, just two people talking, I tell myself.

At last we get up and head back to our compartment. I’m feeling kind of buzzed by this point, it feels good, fun, and I’m not exactly my most graceful self maneuvering down the aisles of the cars of this fast-moving train. I’m leading the way, and suddenly I lose my footing, and just as I think I’m going to make a fool of myself and fall down, you grab me, hold me, steady me. The shock of feeling your hands gripping my body so tightly suddenly sends tingles all up and down my body. Damn, I think, get a fucking grip, he’s just helping you to keep from falling, – but, just before you take your hands away, I swear I feel your thumb rub back and forth against my arm, a caressing stroke … mmm.

We make it back to our compartment, still empty of other passengers. It’s dark out by now, but there’s a full moon shining through the window. Man, can it get any more romantic than this?, I’m thinking. We go back to our original seats, but we keep up the conversation. You ask me about the book I had been reading earlier. I pick it up and start telling you about it: nothing intellectual, just a paperback “romance mystery” to help me pass the time on this long train ride, I tell you. You want to see it, but instead of asking me to pass it over, you move, and you come sit next to me. Very close; our arms are actually touching. I hand you the book, and you of course mock it, make all kinds of derisive comments about the cheesy picture on the cover, the title, the prose the author uses, lots of things about it to make fun of. Then you turn to the page I had dog-eared, my stopping place, and you read aloud:

‘Luke,’ she moaned as his hands closed on her bare cheeks. Her slip had ridden up around her navel now so that there was no longer any barrier at all between her body and the hard, urgent mound beneath the cool abrasion of his jeans. Rocking her against him, he kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear, while her heart pounded and her breathing came short and fast and her body quaked and burned and throbbed. ‘This is such a bad idea,’ he said in a thick voice, pulling her closer yet and sliding a thigh between her legs and moving it in a way that felt so incredibly good that all she could do was gasp and shiver and wrap her arms around his neck and hang on for the ride.

We laugh, but still, the air around us seems to be growing thicker with electric currents. So I pick up reading aloud where you had left off:

‘I don’t care,’ she replied, barely able to think, let alone speak. His thigh between her legs was a revelation, a pleasure-giving machine of awesome proportions, and she pressed back against it instinctively. The resulting undulating waves of desire made her moan with dazzled surprise. ‘Hell, me neither.’ His voice was hoarse and thick, scarcely louder than a growl.

I stop reading, but this time we’re not laughing so much. Instead, we’re leaning in to each other a little closer, smiling, looking each other up and down in turn, looking at our bare legs, which we have pressed up against each other. Then you reach out your hand, and lay it on my thigh. It feels so warm, so strong, and then you start caressing my leg with it. Squeezing gently, massaging, rubbing, feeling. I must have moaned out loud, although I didn’t mean to, because now you turn Ümraniye Escort to look directly into my eyes, and you deliberately slide your hand higher up my thigh. I issue my own invitation in response by parting my legs, allowing you more access. You caress more, rub more, and we stare at each other, then you lean in and kiss me. Soft, warm, open-mouthed kiss, slow, exploring, tongues gently intermingling. You gently bite my lower lip, tug on it, suck it into your mouth. Our kiss becomes more intense, pressing harder against each other, slanting our mouths against one another, passionate … your warm, wet tongue slides into my mouth, and my tongue rubs against it just a little, teasingly, then I close my lips softly around your tongue and gently suck, swirling the tip of my tongue against yours, teasingly making you think about things to come…..

Your hand is all the way up my skirt now, and I feel the surprise when you realize that I’m wearing nothing underneath. You cuss under your breath, we open our eyes and look at each other, and then you slide a finger inside me, quickly, urgently. I moan, and after a brief amount of time you slide a second finger inside me. I’m moving towards you now, turning my body towards yours, leaning into your hand, moving against it, whimpering with desire. After a while, you insert a third finger, stretching me, and it feels so unbelievably incredible, I moan into your mouth and reach out my hand, into your lap, and find your hard cock. I rub my hand up and down, feeling your dick from outside of your shorts, and you start moaning softly too. I reach my other hand over and take hold of your shorts, unzip them, pull them down enough to free your cock, and I take you in my hand. Nice, thick, hard, but velvety soft at the same time. It takes me to another whole level of desire, feeling you like that, having you in my hand, controlling your own desire in a way.

Suddenly you move off the seat, fingers still inside me, but you kneel down, slide over directly in front of me, part my thighs wider, push my skirt up around my hips, and bend your mouth down to my pussy. Un-fucking-believable. I just throw my head back against the seat, arms splayed, completely giving myself over to your lovely mouth. Your tongue is so soft, so warm, licking me, starting at my hole and then licking me slowly up to my clit, swirling your tongue around it, then sliding back down, and up, several times like that, taking your time, teasing me. Then you close your mouth over my clit and suck it gently into your mouth, rubbing your tongue against it: open, lick, suck, open, lick, suck, so fucking slowly, making me squirm in my seat, making me moan out loud, not caring now weather or not anyone else on board can hear us, you’re driving me wild …. Then you slide your tongue back down my slit and your tongue enters me … mmmm, fuck that feels good. You swirl it around, pushing it in slightly more and pulling it out slightly, again and again, then quickly move right back up to my clit, take it into your mouth and suck hard. I grab your arms, you’ve got them wrapped around my thighs, hands tight on my hips, trying to hold me still as I squirm and writhe and cry out, and I hold onto to your muscular arms tightly … the more you drive me crazy, running your mouth up and down me, rubbing my clit with your tongue, then sucking on it, over and over and over, the harder I squeeze your arms. Finally I can’t stand it anymore, I tell you to keep sucking, I’m about to cum, keep sucking, rub me with your tongue, and then I feel that wave, I’m riding it, and I start screaming as I cum – – – I yell out, letting you know I’m cumming, and you don’t relent, you just suck Kartal Escort harder, force your tongue harder against me, until I’m so over-sensitive that I just push you away, I’m so done.

But I have to return the favor. So I tug on you, get you to sit back up on the seat, first get you to take your shorts/underwear all the way off, t-shirt too. You’re completely naked. I lean towards you, kiss you, wanting to taste myself on your mouth. While we kiss you slide my skirt all the way off, pull my top over my head, no bra … and your hands are on my breasts, caressing, kneading. We’re both completely naked now in this dark compartment on the train, neither of us thinking or caring anymore whether or not anyone could walk in on us or watch us through the window on the door. I kiss you down your chest, lick your nipples, lick your stomach, slide onto my knees, spread your legs, and direct all my attention to your dick.

I close one hand around it, open my mouth, place it against the tip of your cock, and taste that sweet/salty liquid that has pooled just on the top of it … tastes so good. I close my lips loosely around the tip of your cock, licking you, moving my lips all around you, getting you nice and slippery wet from my saliva. I roll my mouth down your shaft, licking you, getting you completely lubricated, lick you on all sides, move back up to the top. Then I open my mouth all the way and take you in. You’re thick, you fill up my mouth, stretch my jaws; I have to relax, take a breath or two, and open wider to fit you all in. Slowly, so slowly at first. Moving my mouth up and down a little at a time; each time I move my mouth down I take a little more of you inside, til finally I’ve got all of you in my mouth. I really start sucking you then.

You’re moaning, enjoying, watching me. I start moving my head up and down, bobbing, keeping my lips closed around you tightly, sucking hard, then I’ll sometimes let all of you out of my mouth so I can lick all around you again, like a candy cane, then swirl my tongue just around the head again. I keep on doing this, driving you crazy. You’re moaning more and more, which is when I slow it back down. I close my mouth over the side of your cock and slide it down, all the way down, til I reach your balls. I touch them with my tongue, lightly, swirl my tongue around one ball and then close my lips gently around it, slightly sucking it into my mouth. Then I move to the other one and do the same thing. I love it, it’s getting me so incredibly much more aroused, controlling your pleasure, tasting all of you, doing whatever I want to you, massaging your inner thighs as I keep gently sucking your balls, then move back up your cock again.

I lean in closer, pressing one tit up against your balls as I suck your dick into my mouth again. You’re moaning loader now. I move around some, so that the tit pressing up against you moves around some, you feel it moving all around you, moving you, and I’ve got one hand on the base of your cock and one underneath a thigh, and I suck more, lick more, take you all in, in and out and in and out, you’re clutching my hair in your hands, you’re dying to fuck me, so you start making fucking motions, in and out my mouth, hands tight on my head, I’m moaning so much now, I feel like you’re close, that’s making me so fucking hot, I want to feel you gush, hear you yell out loud, have you lose all control while you cum hard in my mouth, and then you are cumming, thrusting deep into my mouth, squirting your cum down my throat, and I swallow, and swallow, and swallow ….. Mmmmm, that was so hot.

As we both catch our breath, and I pull myself back up onto the seat beside you, we notice for the first time the shadows against the window of the door, and realize that we were watched. No one comes in, no one says anything, they all start to move away, we don’t know who they were, but we know they watched, we know they enjoyed it, although not nearly as much as we enjoyed it.

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Casually, she uncrossed and opened her legs. Between her open thighs lay a thrilling strip of white panties, the material stretched tight over the mounds of her outer lips with a lovely soft vertical cleft between them.

His breathing became hard as he sat mesmerized, his eyes glued between her legs, his mind racing, imagining the delights that lay under that thin strip of cloth. He wanted to reach out and touch them. Put his face between her legs and inhale her panties, smelling her on them. His cock growing along with his excitement, dripped precum into his shorts.

She smiled at his discomfort and spread one leg even wider, hooking a finger inside the leg of her panties and slowly dragging them away from a perfectly shaved outer lip, showing him just the hint of a pink inner one and a glistening slit. He groaned with frustration, wanting more than anything to reach out and touch her, but his were hands tied to the arms of his chair which meant he couldn’t even touch the hard straining cock inside his pants.

“You want this don’t you.” she said, leaning back in her chair, pulling her panties right across, baring her whole pussy. He just nodded, gulping hard at the sight of her spread before him, her legs now wide and her parted pussy glistening with arousal.

“It’s so wet right now.” she told him seductively, sliding a hand down, gliding a fingertip slowly up the crack between her pussy lips. “Mmmmmm.” she moaned softly, her fingertip slowly starting to run up and down her wet crease. She watched him as she stroked her pussy. His eyes were filled with hungry lust and his breathing hard and rapid. Rising up off the chair slightly, she slid her panties down and kicked them off. Sitting back again and watching his face, Kartal Escort she leaned back, pulling her legs up and stretching them wide, showing him all of her, her drenched opening and the tight rose of her ass beneath it. Smiling, she rubbed the cheeks of her ass and between them and then sliding her hand up, stuck two fingers inside her wet opening, pushing them in deep with a little moan of pleasure. His cock ached as he wished it was him between her legs filling her and not her own hand

. Removing her wet fingers, she slowly rose up out of her seat, walked over to him and put one foot up onto the arm of his chair. With her shaved cunt just inches from him, he leant forward, inhaling hard, desperately trying to smell her. “Awwww.” she laughed, teasing him. “Can’t you smell my nice wet pussy?” Grinning devilishly, she reached up and put her wet fingers under his nose. He sniffed them hard. He could smell her, smell her excitement, that lovely scent of pussy. It incensed him, his lust for her agonizing. “That better?” she asked, knowing just how much the smell of her inflamed him. “How about a taste.” she continued, putting her fingers to his lips. He engulfed them, sucking frantically on them, tasting the sweet pussy juice smeared all over them.

“Not too much.” she teased, pulling them out of his mouth and returning to her chair. Shaking, and straining against his bonds, he watched as she leant back and once again started to fuck herself with her fingers. Her free hand opened her blouse, revealing her firm naked breasts with hard pink nipples. Starting to moan with pleasure, she squeezed her nipples and drove her fingers harder into herself, as both her excitement and her need to cum grew by the Tuzla Escort second. He could tell she was close and his cock quivered in his pants with shared excitement. She was panting hard, her face strained as her fingers frantically fucked her pussy and rubbed her swollen clit, trying to drive herself over the top. He held his breath, it was coming. Suddenly, her back arched and she thrust her fingers in hard and deep, her insides gripping them tight as she came with a loud groan, her whole body shaking in orgasm. Fuck, she felt wet down there, an instant lake pooled at her entrance. He watched as she lay there gasping, her stomach twitching in spasms, one after the other.

“This is it.” he thought. “Now she would want his hard cock filling her” It was not to be.

Still recovering from the massive orgasm between her legs, she slid off her chair and crawled towards him as he sat there bound to the chair, his legs apart, pants bulging with the hard throbbing cock enclosed within them and a wet stain on them where his precum had soaked through. Placing her hands on his knees, she knelt up between his legs

“Does Mr Cock want to cum.” she teased him. “Yes!” he hissed, praying she would take him in her mouth and blow him until he shot cum down her throat. He was quivering as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. She pulled up his shirt and ran her hand all over his belly. Her other hand reached into his pants and released his straining cock, the head of it all glistening and slippery with precum. The anticipation was driving him insane, he wanted that mouth on him. Instead, she took his thick shaft between her thumb and two fingers and began to ever so slowly stroke it. “Oh fuck!” it was agony, Anadolu Yakası Escort he needed to cum so bad.

Aware of his desperate need, she still stroked him slowly, building his orgasm but not enough for him to cum. He was panting, thrusting his hips up, trying to fuck her hand but she wouldn’t give him release. Bending forward, she licked the head of his cock just once. He cried out, desperate for the feeling of cum squirting from his cock.

Still holding his cock, she stood up and straddled his legs. His torment was about to end. Slowly, she lowered herself until the tip of his cock just touched her pussy. He was breathing like a wild bull, his chest heaving with the thought of his cock inside her. Slowly, she started to gently rub the head of his cock up and down her parted pussy. He was almost pleading with her to end it. She placed his cock at her wet opening and lowered just enough to let the head slip inside her.

Just when he thought it was over, she rose again, slipping him out and leaving his cock twitching in her hand. He had had enough she decided. Placing his cock at her opening again, she thrust down on him, driving every inch of his thick cock inside her. He let out a massive roar, bucking hard against his constraints as his pulsing cock exploded inside her, filling her with squirt after squirt of thick cum. With her hands on his shoulders she rode his still hard cock, making sure she milked every last drop into her tingling cum drenched pussy. As he started to soften inside her, she rose up, holding herself above him, her legs wide open, the thick, pearly white fruits of his ordeal dripping out of her onto him for both of them to see.

She wasn’t done yet, her pussy still craved more. She thought about taking him upstairs, tying him to be bed and doing it all over again. But that would be cruel. Instead, she would present herself to him on all fours, her legs spread wide open, her pussy and ass on display for whatever his pleasure. Perhaps he would tease her. She hoped so.

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Dear reader,

This story is my first submission to Literotica. As many great writers have said before, write what you know. With that in mind, this story is highly autobiographical, although it borrows heavily from both fact and fantasy. While I welcome your comments, inputs, and suggestions for future stories, please treat this with the courtesy that you would like shown to your own realities and fantasies. Mostly though, please enjoy.

No part of this story may be reproduced in part or in whole via any medium without the express permission of the author.

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The cool breeze fluttered across her bare bottom as Veronique rushed to return her husband’s serve. She couldn’t believe she’d finally let him talk her into this: playing tennis with only a thong under her white, pleated tennis skirt. Granted, the thong was from Lululemon, her favorite designer for yoga, running, and all things athletic. Still, it felt so risqué! Even with no one around the neighborhood park where they were playing and shady trees surrounding the court providing a fair amount of cover, this was far more daring than she normally dressed.

At 5’5″ and a slim, athletic, 120 lbs with perfectly rounded 32C breasts, Vero drew eyes wherever she went. Working up a healthy glow as she dashed back and forth in her short skirt and tight, red tank top, she was breathtaking. Her husband, Jack, could barely keep his mind on the game as he watched her playing across from him. After almost five years of marriage and a toddler keeping them busy, she still never failed to take his breath away. Their game this afternoon was a special treat for them both; a treat and a commitment to each other to do something fun as a couple from time to time, even it if meant getting a sitter in the middle of a Saturday afternoon.

The initial thrill of her daring melted away somewhat as Vero realized that no one but her husband would likely get to see her perfectly rounded booty during their match and she settled in for a tough couple of games. They were well-matched with her athleticism and well-honed talent for the game paired off against Jack’s enthusiasm and intensity. She couldn’t help thinking that they were well-matched in other ways as she watched him jog to the back fence to retrieve a serve she’d slammed past him. He wasn’t a large man at a trim 5’8″ and 155 lbs, but he moved with the energy of someone younger than his 30 years. The new Scottish clan tattoo on his back gave him a more rogue-ish vibe than his normally boy-ish looks allow. His new workout routine wasn’t hurting anything either as she enjoyed the look of his abs and arms flexing on his shirt-less frame.

“Nice serve, doll!” he complimented as he jogged to meet her at the net. “That makes it 3 to 2 games in your favor. Care to make the next set more interesting?”

“Not sure how much ‘more interesting’ you want to make me kicking your butt. I’m winning!” she teased back. To take the sting out of her words, she ran up to give him a quick kiss over the net. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Ohhh, nothing too crazy. Maybe the winner gets to pick the movie for tonight, or where we for dinner, or whether we fuck in the car or under the trees later?”

“Keep dreaming, stud!” she quipped back, but he could tell he’d gotten her thinking by the glimmer in her eyes.

“Either way, baby, it’s your serve next. Oops!”

He deliberately dropped the ball so as to let it roll away from them both.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, but laughingly playing along, Veronique chased the ball and bent down smoothly from her waist to retrieve it. Jack’s jaw dropped as she showed off her tan, lean legs and unconcealed ass as her skirt rode up, even revealing the tiny, white thong peeking between her legs as the only thing covering her sweet pussy.

“You sure that thing won’t slow you down?” Vero asked as she looked back to see the rapidly rising tent in her husband’s shorts. While he would never be called a bulky guy, she knew intimately that he was plenty İstanbul Escort big where it mattered. She smiled as she noticed how flustered he’d become at her little show and wondered how much worse she could make it for him. She loved that she could still so easily get such a “rise” out of him. As she mulled that over and took a few minutes to catch her breath, she couldn’t help but notice how nice it felt playing without her customary bloomers underneath her skirt — more natural somehow. The two thoughts intertwined in her mind as she pondered her next actions.

Perhaps it was due to this distraction that she let Jack gain an early advantage in their next game. As they were both competitive people, he did not let up and won that game easily. “Alright.” she thought. “Time to call his bluff and finish this butt-kicking!” On Jack’s next serve, she deliberately hit the ball too high and watched it sail over the tall fence into the bushes surrounding the court. Perfect.

“I’ll get it!” Vero called as she jogged easily out the gate heading after the lost ball.

“I do so love to watch you go.” quipped J as he admired her going by outside the fence.

“Just you wait.” she told herself.

Jack watched as his sexy wife disappeared into the bushes looking for their high-flying tennis ball. “I am a lucky man” he said to himself for perhaps the 100th time that day. Words often failed him at describing her. With her breathtaking body, she was an obvious “keeper” in any man’s book. Beyond that though, the intelligence and wit hidden in the sparkle of her sometimes blue, sometimes green or hazel eyes entranced him. Her indefinable blond hair with every shade from golden to auburn just begged for his fingers to be run through it… and grab hold as he fucked her hard from behind, something they both loved.

Watching her tight, little body running back and forth across the court from him all afternoon had him hornier than he’d been in months. Not since their cruise months back when she’d surprised (and thrilled) him by wearing a brand-new, itty-bitty Brazilian bikini bottom to the pool deck could he remember being so turned on. As he waited for her to re-emerge from the bushes, he thought back to that day on the cruise ship.

She’d changed in the bathroom, so he didn’t know what she was wearing under the conservative, complimentary bathrobe that came with their stateroom. He did have an idea that she was planning something special that day based on hints she’d been dropping and her barely concealed excitement. Neither of them had very good poker faces, but they both loved surprising the other. After almost five years of marriage, they’d come to a point where they trusted each other enough to let the other surprise them without digging for details before they were ready. That day, the wait had been well worth it.

When they arrived at the pool deck, Jack, like the good Midwestern boy that he was, helped Veronique take her robe off. As he stood behind her and slid the white, terrycloth robe down her trim, tanned arms, he’d watched in amazement as he saw the tiny purple triangle emerge as the only thing covering her perfectly rounded ass. He’d been so excited that day that he’d begged her to let him take pictures of her lounging outside on her stomach, bikini top un-done and the rest of her barely covered. She’d let him take pictures (and video too!) back in their stateroom later as she sucked him hard and then rode him like she had something to prove.

Jack snapped back to the present and immediately blushed as he looked down and noticed his clearly visible erection through his gym shorts. Oh, the trials of having such a sexy wife! Speaking of, he realized that while he’d been fantasizing, she’d been gone quite a while.

“You need a hand, baby?” he shouted through the fence. “Funny,” he thought, “I can’t even see her from here.” Just as Jack started walking towards the gate to go in search of his wife, he saw her coming back through the bushes.

“Don’t worry, I got it!” Vero Kadıköy Escort shouted with a mischievous smile on her face as she re-appeared out of the thick shrubs that surrounded the court.

Something was different about her Jack thought as he watched her. She had more bounce to her step or something. Wait, not her step, but her bra, or lack thereof! Vero caught him staring at her newly-freed breasts as she started to jog towards the gate and her side of the court, congratulating herself and secretly thrilled with the barely concealed lust her daring had clearly inspired in him. Those perfect C-cups that he so enjoyed caressing were now bouncing freely — her perky nipples clearly visible through the thin, red tank top she wore.

With this latest distraction dominating his mind, Jack found himself hopelessly overmatched. While Vero was clearly inspired by her newfound boldness, Jack was doing everything in his power merely to keep up with her. His sweet, little wife seemed to be making extra aggressive plays to accentuate the lean, sexy, athleticism of her barely concealed body. She’d even gone so far as to roll her already minimally covered red tank top up to show her midriff, something she knew turned Jack on like crazy. The final straw was when she bent over once again to recover a ball Jack had returned long at the far fence. As Jack looked on, he could tell even from across the length of the court that her bra wasn’t the only thing his surprisingly adventurous wife had removed while sneaking around in the bushes.

As Veronique straightened back up and turned around, she had the gratifying experience of seeing her normally composed husband standing in shock with his mouth hanging open. It was a good kind of shock apparently because the drop in jaw was met by an equal, if not greater, rise in his pants. She blushed and smiled at the success of her “volley”.

Jack composed himself as quickly as he could and regaining his composure, (as much as a man could with a full-blown hard-on in gym shorts), he strode quickly around the net making a bee-line for his mischievous wife.

“Do you li… mmmm?” Vero moaned as Jack interrupted her teasing by picking her up and kissing her roughly against the back fence. She felt the chain link digging in to her back and bottom, but also Jack’s hands cradling her head and waist as kissed her hard.

“Naughty girl. Show me where you left your panties and bra.” Jack demanded in her ear as he ran his hands over her barely concealed body.

Nodding her agreement as he leaned back in to kiss her, Vero pulled back from the kiss enough to say “We’ll never get there if you don’t let me off this fence.”

Reluctantly, Jack let her down and took Vero’s hand as she led him into the bushes outside the tennis court. He was pleasantly surprised when they broke through the dense bushes to find a small, circular clearing, barely 8′ in diameter. Only the trunk of a single, massive oak broke the green wall surrounding the two lovers. That, and the sports bra and thong Vero had clearly left for him to find hanging in the bushes next to the tree.

Jack took his surroundings in in a flash as he was immediately pounced upon by his surprisingly aggressive and scantily clad (quite pleasantly so!) wife.

“I want you in my mouth.” she whispered in his ear between frantic kisses.

“Mmmm, yes!” Jack moaned back into her lips. “Me first though.” as Jack gently tripped her backwards and cushioned her fall all the way to the green grass where she now lay on her back with her husband between her legs.

“No, I’m all sweaty!” Vero exclaimed.

“That’s what I want.” said Jack as he lowered his face to his wife’s smooth-shaven pussy. He silenced any further protests by skipping all teasing, all sense of restraint, and licked straight up Veronique’s lips and then began a rapid series of quick licks directly against her clit. True to her word, she was sweaty, and also very turned on. Jack reveled in the taste and smell of his wife’s aroused sex.

After just Ataşehir Escort a few minutes of his frenetic pace, Vero squirmed out from under him and said, “Enough! I want you inside me.”

“Well I’m not done yet, sexy lady. But I’ll let you join me in a little snack before we start the main course. How daring are you feeling?” Jack asked as he rose to his feet in front of her, his cock waving invitingly in front of her.

As if reading his mind, Vero positioned herself for a handstand. They’d only done this once before. It was on their honeymoon, but she knew her husband loved the idea and masturbated to the video often. As Veronique kicked her legs off the ground, Jack caught her upper thighs over his shoulders and squatting down, lifted them both up until he was standing with their bodies pressed against each other, mouths poised for a perfect standing 69. Mouths touched pussy/cock almost simultaneously as Jack and Vero greedily went at their partner, each trying to out-do the other in giving head. It was something they each enjoyed, although Vero’s comment about being sweaty was a fair one. They normally were very cleanliness-oriented. Today was a special day though, and the added sweat and musk off their intertwined bodies only made it feel all the more right.

Jack was either losing, or winning depending on how you think about it, but he felt himself getting close to cumming under his wife’s skillful oral ministrations.

“It’s too good, baby. I need to be inside you!” Jack moaned as he took his mouth away from her for a moment.

“Mmmmmhmmm.” Vero moaned against his engorged dick, eliciting a further groan of pleasure.

Turning to face the tree, Jack slowly lowered his upside down wife so that she could walk herself out of their athletic, pleasure-giving pose.

“Hold on to the tree.” Jack ordered as he helped Vero to her feet. Before she could do anything more than raise her hands to steady herself against the ancient oak, she felt his cock slam into her from behind, filling her to her core.

“Aaaahhhhhmmmmm!” she whimpered as she felt her husband’s dick filling her again and again. His left hand tangled itself in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck and mouth to his barely controlled kisses. His right hand wrapped around her body, alternately stroking, squeezing, and teasing her nipples, but finally journeying south to caress her clit; a gentle counter-point to the pounding he was giving her with his dick.

“Feels — so — fu — cking — good… Get — ting — clo — ose!” Jack grunted between thrusts after several minutes of the sweaty couple glorying in the pleasure their bodies gave each other.

“Not like this. I want to see you.” Vero said, looking back at her husband.

Not even taking the time to agree with her, Jack pulled her backwards off the tree which she’d been gripping tightly throughout his ravishing of her body and pulled her backwards on top of him as he fell smoothly to the grass. Giving thanks yet again for his wife’s athleticism and dedication to yoga, Jack lifted one of Vero’s legs up and not even letting himself slide all the way out of her, spun his wife around until she was facing him, legs straddled over his hips with his cock still buried inside her.

Normally, he loved seeing his wife ride his cock from this position. She looked like the goddess of sex with her hair flying and her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself over and over on him. Today though, with the daring of this outdoor fuck surrounding them both, Jack wanted to be in charge. He rolled them both one more time putting himself on top of his wife.

“Yesssssss!” She hissed in his ear as he claimed her, taking her in the way they both wanted so much. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Fill meeeee!”

Jack had no choice but to oblige. “Fuuuuuck!” he groaned as their orgasms took them. It was impossible to tell who started first, but the wave took them both as Jack felt himself cumming deep inside his wife. He kept thrusting until the last tingles of orgasm left them and they both went limp, reveling in the afterglow.

After several minutes of silence and gentle touches, Vero asked, “So, does this mean I won, or you won?”

Jack responded without missing a beat, “Rematch next week.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, doll.”

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He followed her.

She was incredible.

She had been subtly touching him at different times during the day. Just brushing beside him. That casual touch, now and again, sometimes a little lingering, but never actually making eye contact.

She had a self assuredness about her that he liked. She was liberated he thought, or perhaps just close to it. Needing to have someone help her in unlocking her mind to the pleasures she could experience without compromising her exterior façade. For what was on her mind, no one would ever know, and that gave a freedom, the liberation required. What was required was the courage to go there, to travel, to taste, to breathe the wonder of life; in her mind.

To release form the shackles of the conformity placed on her. The expectations, the requirements; and engage pleasure for herself. For pleasures sake. For her sake. Mental intoxication. Euphoria; blissful release. Pleasure in the extreme.

And so as she walked down the corridor of the school, he followed.

An excitement fell over her. Her heart was racing. She knew this was close to the boundary for her. Not really what she should be doing. She breathed deep, for in a way she was afraid. In another she wanted a release. An excitement, a danger, a risk, a secret to be kept very deep. An arousal. For she was now aroused. The mere thought of it. Bayan Eskort What she had in mind, so erotic.

It was something she was never supposed to do. But it was something she wanted to do so badly it was making her wet. Her nipples were erect. She had it; the intoxication. She breathed deep and it felt great.

So she stopped in the empty corridor, at the notice board, and looked. Nowhere but blankly at the board. Not reading. Listening as he approached, to his footsteps. Leather soles on the concrete floor. He stood beside her and her heart raced faster. Her imagination running wild.

“We need to finish this” he said.

It was all that he said. Her heart was now pounding. She would be crossing the line. But who would ever know. She was afraid, but wanted to. She nodded politely and walked further down the corridor and turned at a sign marked staff only.

He followed. It was the ladies rest room that she entered. She entered a cubicle and waited for him to follow which he did.

She put down the toilet seat, and cover, and sat on the toilet. She looked up at him. Bit her lower lip and slowly pulled up her dress, as she sat on the toilet seat. He watched in awe.

She pulled her dress high and opened her legs, as he stood and watched. For her it felt fantastic. She felt confident and in control. He stood and Anadolu Yakası Escort watched.

She shuffled forward, her skirt hitched high. Heels firmly on the floor; legs open and apart. Looked him in the eye. Watching his expression, slid her hand inside her panty.

The erotic nature of what he had just seen was amazing. With one hand she played. The other she squeezed her nipple. The whole time she starred into his eyes. She could tell he liked what she was doing. Her, she loved it.

She looked at him and played.

Up and down, up and down.

After a while she stopped and stood. Pulled down and removed her panty, placing it in his hand. It was quite wet. She held it tight and felt her juices on his hand.

She was beautiful, and playing just for him. Or it just for her. She kept her gaze but turned her head, gently to one side and for the first time broke eye contact with him. She now was starring at his crotch, clearly bulging with excitement.

Again she bit her lower lip. Made eye contact with him again, and then broke it gazing again at his crotch.

He moved his hands to his trouser belt, but then unzipped his trousers. He stood then closer to her. Much closer. Her head was almost at this groin, as she played…..up and down.

Her breathing was faster as was her rhythm. Her lips where Pendik Escort flushed and her nipples now showed clearly through her bra and blouse.

She knew she would cum soon, and slowed, wanting to savour the moment. The ecstatic release she now knew would follow soon.

She looked again into his eyes, and then to his crotch. He undid his belt, his trousers and they dropped to the floor. She loved it, and was breathing deeply again, playing faster once more. An acceleration.

He stood there in front of her, and she played.

After some time he pulled down his boxer shorts. His erect penis was now close to her face. He was hard.

She breathed deeply, panting, she was on the edge again. She could cum right now, but she held back. He was erect, his foreskin pulled back, glistening with pre cum.

She took him in her mouth. Her beautiful mouth. It was almost too much. She sucked, and played harder on her opening.

He flexed his tip in her mouth. She felt it. It sent her over the edge. She squirted and came simultaneously, eyes rolling, every muscle in her contracting and spasming. She had never felt such deep blissful pleasure before. A wave of pleasure and relaxation cascading over her, she breathed in deeply.

At that immediate point, the door to the restroom opened. She released his penis from her mouth, pulled down her dress quickly, panic in her eyes. He had no choice he could see, and quickly pulled up his trousers and boxers, straining to get himself back into his underwear.

The door went again. The person had left. She stood up. Looked him in the eye and said “We have to go.”

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It was raining outside and had just started to storm. Marie couldn’t believe how strong the storm had gotten so quickly. She was on her way home from picking up her new camper and the rain was just coming down in buckets. This weekend Marie was finally getting out just her and two of her friends for some camping and they had looked forward to a relaxing weekend. Figures it would have rain in the forecast! Marie’s cell phone rang and she pulled into an empty lot to answer. Her two friends were still at work with a last minute project and Marie would have to set up this evening…and they would be there first thing in the morning. Marie was highly disappointed but understood, especially with the weather. She was grateful that she now had the camper and not a tent or she too would not be going.

The friends had picked out a nice spot in the Adirondacks that was pretty remote. They had gone up the weekend prior to scope it all out. At least Marie knew where she was going. Once she found the secluded spot, she back in the camper. The rain had not hit as hard there at the camp site, not yet anyways. She quickly threw up the pop-up and sealed all shut. Hooked up all the batteries, etc.. and she started to settle in. The cell phone rang again with her friend anxiously telling her that she hooked up with the guy she had pursuing for months…would Marie terribly mind if they managed to come for lunch. Marie was furious! This weekend had been planned for weeks. She finally gave in and told them be there by noon or she was leaving.

Marie couldn’t believe her luck! She is stuck in the middle of no where and nothing to do….no one around for miles. Trying to make the best of a crappy situation, Marie threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, popped in one of the movies she brought and decided to snuggle in tight for the night. She pulled a Sky Blue from the fridge, grabbed herself some Doritos and lay across the queen mattress. She was glad the mattresses where heated since the temperature was dropping.

About 40 minutes into the movie the rain began to pour down. The thunder was drowning out the small TV. Just then lights ricocheted off the camper and a truck motor could be heard. Wow. she thought….they made it!!!!! Just as the first frantic knock was heard she threw open the door only to see a sopping wet man at the door. She was pretty taken back by the surprise but when he asked if her husband would mind if he could use their camper for shelter only until the storm ended, she asked him to come in. Something in his eyes prompted this quick response, although she could not explain it. She told him she was not married as she laughed Anadolu Yakası Escort and told him that he could wait out the rain.

They engaged in small talk, her explaining the crappy camping plans and he explaining that he had a flat and that his buddy couldn’t get there right away to help. “My name is Luke by the way.” His back window wouldn’t shut all the way and he was also having a bad evening. She offered him a sky blue which he accepted thankfully.

Her eyes continued to move downward which she prayed he did not notice. What was wrong with her!???? He was damn good looking with dark hair, and eyes to die for. He had sort of an innocent air about him and she secretly wondered what it would be like to kiss him. She had to get this whole idea out of her head! She does not know him, and she is not like that to begin with…how shallow!

A few minutes passed into an hour or so. They continued to laugh and make the best of the situation. Luke’s phone rang and Marie tried to gather what the conversation was about. He seemed rather disappointed and then hung up. My friend cannot get here, one of the roads is flooded and he will have to wait until morning. Marie’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know if she was nervous, scared, or happy about that. She instinctively told him that he was more than welcome to use the other mattress since her friends won’t be here to use it. Luke graciously accepted and told her that he promised to be a “good neighbor”. Something came over Marie at that point. She didn’t want him to be a good neighbor, in fact, she was not thinking about being good at all! She looked him in the eyes, oh those eyes, and asked him is that what he really wanted??? With a confused look on his face he asked her what she meant. Marie walked over to him and tugged on his wet clothes. “These look a little wet….you may be more comfortable if you hung them up to dry.” Marie’s devious smile alerted Luke as to her intentions and a smirk emerged on his lips. Luke wondered how far Marie would be willing to take this and without resistance pulled his shirt over his head. Marie knew at that point that what ever happened this evening… she could not say no. He maintained eye contact while he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and slid them down. Sitting on the edge of the mattress he slid off everything else but his boxers. Revealed to Marie was his raging hard on that her eyes managed to gawk at and she could feel the heat radiating within the camper. She walked over to him without saying a word and stood before him.

Luke asked Marie if there is anything she wanted. Marie replied in a Avrupa Yakası Escort needful voice, “There is plenty here I want.” Without taking their eyes off each other, they kissed forcefully for the first time. Marie’s eyes rolled back into her head as their kiss turned more urgent. Her hands found themselves pulling off the only article of clothing Luke had managed to leave on. She could feel this desire burning so deep, his hands all over her; she just had to have him. She pushed him onto the mattress and started to move her mouth towards his cock. She hesitated slightly and he asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this? Marie’s head immediately engulfed the tip of his cock, then further, further, until her mouth was filled with him. She began to notice the wetness between her legs and the need for more. She moved up and down his shaft stroking with her hand. Luke lay back on the bed and groaned every few strokes, just enough to send Marie a little further and further over the edge. She continued licking and sucking him. She loved to suck cock and he was perfect in every way! Taking his balls into her mouth she continued to stroke him with her hand. He became so rock hard that she could hardly fit him in her mouth.

Luke pulled her up on top of him and told her she was done for now. He then rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands over her head with one of his hands. He began kissing her neck hungrily. Her hips involuntarily began to move and grind on him. He lifted her shirt to expose her breasts. He waited just slightly as the cold air seemed to have more and more of an effect. As her hips swayed, Luke began his assault on Marie’s body. She was on fire and could not stop if she wanted to. His lips were so soft yet strong and his hands kept her right where he wanted her. His mouth moved lower and lower devouring everything in site. He let go of her wrists and moved back up to her face. He said he only had one question for her….”Do you want me?” She melted at the question and couldn’t resist the look in his eyes as she anxiously and hungrily answers ” yes, yes, and yes!” As the smirk appeared on his face, he began to move down again this time pulling off her sweats. As she lay there naked she kind of felt weird. She didn’t really know this guy at all, but he makes her feel so good!!! How can someone you don’t know push all the right buttons? He kissed around her thighs and then all around her careful to tease and get her reacting. Then without any other warning he plunged his tongue into her wetness pulling her closer to him. She tried to move away as the moment was intense and she wasn’t İstanbul Escort sure if she could handle it but he continued his assault and held her closely to him with his hands. It wasn’t long before her bucking eluded him to the fact she was about to cum. Her moans were load and almost surrendering as she cried out. He slowed down the pace in order to let her catch her breath. He kissed her legs, then stomach, then chest, neck. He looked her in the eyes. The need he saw there was unbelievable. She wanted him so badly. She wanted to feel his cock pumping her, commanding her. She wanted to just give in and feel him fucking her very core! She gazed at him wantonly as she asked him to fuck her.

She didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled himself up, and put his cock at the entrance of her pussy and just teased. Watching each other’s expressions as they toyed with each other. Not quite penetrating, Luke kissed her passionately for the first time. Marie didn’t know what she wanted more, that kiss to continue or him to fuck the hell out of her! As their tongues met Luke slammed into Marie hard. She gasped as he attacked not only her body but her mouth. Their kissing became animalistic and his thrusts became harder with each stroke. The thunder was very loud now and when it thundered it almost silenced her moans of passion. She thrust her hips to meet his cock. He pulled her hands back next to her face and held them there with their hands clasped. His strength took over her spirit and he fucked her with everything he had. She was now his at that moment in time. She wanted him and he had his cock taking her over, with no mercy. Anything he would ask of her…she would do. Her control was gone, she couldn’t say no to him and he knew it. Their eyes locked both filled with desire and wants. Both being sucked in by the lustful need in each other’s eyes.

Luke’s moans became louder and his pumping more urgent. He let go of Marie’s hands and grabbed her shoulders. He pumped hard and straight into her as his cock exploded. Marie could feel the intense burning and explosion which sent her over the edge once again. He collapsed on top of her as their bodies adjusted and slowed down from spasm. He lifted up and kissed her on the mouth. They both opened their eyes and gazed in amazement. Still not soft, Luke moved slightly inside Marie which sent tingling sensations through her whole body. She closed her eyes and groaned. Luke smiles at Marie and asks her what her favorite position was? She playfully responds “doggie” as she thrusts upwards on his cock.

Luke tells Marie she is his for the night. She will do it as many times as he wants, do what ever he says, and will not resist. She submissively shakes her head yes. As the thunder subsides, it starts to rain harder. He asks her if she is willing to be his…just for tonight? As his mouth closes in on hers, she faintly says I am already yours, take me.

To be continued…

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There are bad days, and there are bloody bad days. Sita was having a bloody bad one.

She seemed to have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or was it last night? Her kids were sick. She had been up all night looking after them. Her husband didn’t care. He snored away blissfully as she struggled to keep the linen dry. Her rage towards her husband steadily rose until the bubble burst and they got into a huge squabble in the morning.

And this was probably the biggest day of her life. She was about to be promoted to Group Head, Inter-Company Affairs. Like only women can, she discharged all her domestic duties and got to office by her usual time.

Everything was in slow motion. Her head hurt. Lack of sleep always did that. She had popped in a couple of pills. They were starting to work though not nearly as fast as she would like them to. As if her hands were not full enough, there was some crisis in one of the companies in Europe that chose to break out today.

By the time she solved the crisis and looked up at the clock, it was almost 5 o’clock. She freshened up quickly for her small promotion ceremony. She did all the right things — smile, shake hands, convey gratitude, etc. — and moved into her new office. She sat down at her new desk, trying to get used to the place when she was finally left alone. Sleep overcame her almost instantly.

At 34 Sita was a mother of two, not that you could tell that from the way she looked. At about 5’6″, she was tall for an Indian woman. She was endowed with a flawless ivory skin, and soft and pink lips that are any man’s dream. Her black hair was cut a little below her shoulders which she usually left open. Post delivery, she had quickly gotten back into shape but had managed to retain some of that weight in the right places. Her bust line was now very prominent, and her derriere had filled out to just the right size.

Raj was on his way out when he saw the light spilling out of Sita’s cabin. He popped in and saw her face down on her desk fast asleep. For the first time, she appeared vulnerable. She was a far cry from the Sita who could kick a crisis in its face and move on as if she had simply swatted a fly.

Sita and Raj and become good friends. He was a new hire and she had taken him under her wings. She was too far up the hierarchy to have any obligation to mentor a fresh recruit. But she had seen something in this guy. He was unlike the hundreds who waltzed in through the door of her office. With her guidance, she had a feeling he could rise to the top very quickly.

Sita Şişli escort bayan maintained a curtain of formality with him. She never invited him home, and all their discussions took place in her office. She kept her personal life at bay. Yet, at this moment, watching her sleep like a baby he somehow connected with her very personally.

He tried to wake her up. She did not respond to his calls. She was quite deep in her sleep. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to wait in her office until she woke up.

Around 2 in the morning, she got up with a start. Her usually well-set hair was dishevelled. Her clothes were wrinkled, eyes groggy.

“Morning Madam!” he greeted her with a smile.

It took her a while to clear the cobwebs in her head, “Raj, what are you doing here? I thought you were the only sane one among us who left office at 6 every day.”

“Ah well, I was on my way out. I saw your light still on. What’s a man to do? Can’t leave a lady alone.” he winked.

“Thank you” she was genuinely touched. It was more than anyone had done for her in a long time. Then she suddenly exclaimed, “Oh no! My kids must be hungry!”

He waved his hand, “I took the liberty of calling your nanny, Madam. Your kids have had dinner and are tucked in bed. They are in much better health today.”

She sank back into her chair in relief, “Thank you.”

She did not have to say that. He could see the gratitude in her eyes. Slowly she got up and went to her private restroom. She came back looking fresh and radiant. He was not fooled. Her eyes told him everything. This woman had a lot on her plate.

“I guess we should go home now.” she said, “It’s late, and we have the 9 o’clock meeting tomorrow with the investors.”

“No, we don’t. They cancelled. Some last minute audit or something that they have at their office. They want to reschedule it next week.”

She looked at him quizzically. She knew he had made that cock and bull story. She didn’t give a damn. It would do her good to take the day off tomorrow. And Raj was capable enough by now to have the meeting without her.

“Oh well. That means I can sleep in tomorrow.” she said, “Let’s go!”

He hesitated a bit. He always hesitated a bit when he was about to say something which he felt would cross the line. She respected him for this. There were not many people these days who followed protocol. It was nice to have a traditionalist around.

“Go, on!” she said, “What do you want to say?”

“I am starved. So are you. How about I make us some dinner, Escort Sultangazi Madam?” he asked.

“Okay Raj, I think it is time you stopped calling me ‘Madam’. Don’t make me feel older than I already am.” she beamed.

“But…” he stammered.

“Consider it a bribe. Then you can make me dinner.” she said.

“Okay Sita, let’s go!”

They were at his place in about 10 minutes. It was a one bedroom apartment with a fairly large living area and a kitchen. The apartment was done up tastefully.

Dinner was a quick bite of pasta. It was delicious. Or may be she was famished. This was the best food ever.

Then suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t stop. All her problems — domestic and otherwise — finally caught up with her.

Any other time, he would have felt awkward. He wouldn’t know how to react. But he almost knew that this would happen. He reached out to her and she instantly came into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulders and cried. She cried as if this was the most natural thing to do. He stroked his fingers through her hair, comforting her, not saying a word.

Her tears rolled down her cheek and onto his starched white shirt. He let her cry until she had no more tears left. He made her a stiff drink as they sat on his couch in silence.

After an eternity she spoke, “You know, things have not been that great with my husband. We are having problems. I am sure we will work them out but it is all so frustrating. He has lost all interest in me. He does not even help me around the house anymore. He is not like this. But he wouldn’t tell me what is wrong. I want to help. He doesn’t want to ask for my help. I know he is not having an affair. He is not unfaithful. May be it is something at his work. But why wouldn’t he tell me? It is eating me inside.”

She took a gulp of her drink, “May be it is me. May be I am not attractive anymore. I am a mother of two kids. And in his line of work, he comes across many 20-somethings. He has been ignoring me for weeks now. Why? I am his wife. He cannot shut me out like this!”

Raj didn’t say anything. She kept on talking. She just needed someone to listen to her. She was strung. This was helping her unwind.

“Do all marriages become like this? More so after kids?” she fumed, “Where does all the love go?”

What did Raj know? He was 26, single. Had never been in a relationship longer than necessary, which in guy-speak means ‘to be in a relationship only as long as the sex is good’. Tonight, as Sita poured his heart out to Taksim escort him, he wondered if marriage was all that it was made out to be in fairy tales.

Then something gave. He did not know what came over him, but her vulnerability stirred him. He moved close to her and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. There was no resistance. Her lips opened instantly, their tongues engaging in soft caresses. Her eyes were closed, her breath shallow.

His tongue traced a path down her neck, his fingers unbuttoning her blue blouse. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her blue lace bra. She let out a moan as he moved lower down to her belly button. Soon her khaki skirt and matching lace underwear were off.

Raj had been with his share of women. But Sita would be the closest that came to a Goddess. Her velvety thighs and supple breasts would inspire the great sculptors of yore. He carried her to the bedroom. She held him close, not wishing to let go for even a moment.

Their naked bodies fused as one. It was the mating of souls. It was as if they had always done this. And that they had never done this but should have done it a long time ago. Spent, they slept in each other’s arms.

Sita woke up with a start the following morning. The bedside clock told her it was noon. When she had her bearings, she looked around. Raj was nowhere to be seen. Had last night been a dream? It couldn’t be. She was in his bed, and the other side had been slept in. As memory of last night returned, strangely it did not fill her with guilt or remorse. It was the most beautiful moment that she had ever shared with anyone.

Her eyes fell on the note under the clock.

She read it, “Hey, sleepy head… I am at work. Guess what, those investors called. It appears they want to have the meeting as scheduled. These pesky finance geeks! Anyway, there is breakfast in the microwave, and juice in the fridge. In your purse, there is a receipt of The Palace Hotel for a room booked in your name charged on your credit card for last night…”

“How did he pull that off?” she wondered. Getting The Palace to book a room retrospectively? She had to hand it to him. He had thought of everything. All she now had to do was tell her husband that she checked into a hotel because she wanted to get some peace and quiet.

With a silent thank you she continued reading the letter, “… What we shared was wonderful. And, since this letter won’t self-destruct, may I suggest you flush it down the toilet :)? PS: Madam, the boss wants to discuss the expansion plans in Brazil. I have set a meeting for 4pm. If you could get to office by 3:30 then I could brief you on the investor meeting before we meet the boss.”

She couldn’t help let out a chuckle. Very professionally, towards the end of his letter, he had re-established the formal status quo between them.

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*** In The Apple Orchard ***

“Do you really think my brother can satisfy you?” Trenton stood at the bottom of the ladder, hands shoved in his pockets.

Melody, startled, dropped the wicker basket she’d just begun to fill. “Oh, why must you do that every time?” Melody scolded as she descended. On the ground she scooped up apples in the same efficient manner she handled everything else.

Her quick stabbing look at Trenton almost made him laugh. Up until recently he would have believed the house-mouse appearance she cultivated. But last week had resulted in his car breaking down by Old Mill Pond. Thinking to refresh himself Trenton had stumbled to the pond and onto a most unexpected scene: Melody stretching on top of the broad flat boulder in the middle of the pond.

Only, he hadn’t known it was Melody at the time.

Trenton took shelter in the cats-tails and reeds. For the better part of an hour he watched the limber movements of the nude form moving from one position to another. His bewitched mind could focus on nothing but the byplay of shadows and light, color against the gray of the boulder and glassy black of the pond. In all the time of crouching there, He’d done nothing to relieve himself of the pressure gathered behind his fly

For an entire week he’d waited to get her alone. Now, he reasoned, he knew what eternity felt like.

“Melody, Stop.” Trenton caught her arm to hold her in place.

She straightened slowly, bringing the armload of apples with her. Melody’s hair fell from the bun at that moment.

The curls bounced against the backs of his fingers. Trenton released her arm only tangle his fingers in the chestnut strands. Suddenly the quiet house mouse image she’d always brought to his mind changed to a sleek Mare. Whether she knew it or not he no longer saw her hair twisted up into a bun, reading glasses, the slate blue dresses and gum boots as warning signs of impending boredom. Instead he recognized these things for what they were: walls to keep others away from the deliciousness hiding beneath.

At last he found his voice. “Why are you marrying my brother?”

Her outraged gasp was the only warning he had to her flash-fire temper. Melody slapped his hand down, dropped the apples into the basket and – leaving it all – marched through the orchard in the direction of the farmhouse.

“Everyone has asked me is why I’m marrying Derek.” She snapped. “At breakfast, lunch and dinner I get this very same question.” She spun about to face Trenton. “Don’t you get it yet? – I don’t want to marry him!”

“Why go through with it, then?” Trenton asked, coming to a stop only a foot away. In the back of his mind he knew he was crowding her. Worse, Melody was at limit with him. She was going to bolt if he didn’t handle this just right.

“You are the worst of them.” Melody planted her hands on her hips. “You’re forever hounding me. Every time I turn around I find you on my heels. Tell me, why don’t you want me married to Derrick?”

“Because he doesn’t love you.” Trenton answered at once.

Melody snorted. “Love has never been part of this equation.” She folded her arms and studied him. “Are you going to challenge my father? Do you honestly think he’d give up all the money Derek is paying him?”

“Should I challenge Derek for your hand?” Trenton wasn’t about to tell her he’d been thinking just that. He shoved his hands back into his pockets. It was the only thing he could think of to keep from grabbing her.

At once all the ire and anger drained from Melody. Her shoulders slumped and her head drooped. “Why would you want to challenge for me anyway?” She muttered. “I’ve not got anything you want.”

“Perhaps what you’re thinking of is what Derek wants. My brother is a spoiled brat who has grown into a spoiled man. Why not think about what you want?” Trenton lifted a hand to caress her cheek, startled when she looked to bite him. He jerked his hand away.

“I don’t have any choice. Father’s announced it already.” Melody’s step back was hesitant. Her gaze met his.

Trenton hid a smile. Melody was skittish, her eyes looking at everything but him. Silently he dared her to run. Running would give him an opportunity to race after her. He could catch her and hold her and… He felt heat flood his loins.

“I just want to be somewhere else.” She took another step backward. Melody didn’t truly start to worry until Trenton stepped over the basket. He was close again, crowding her out here in the wide-open orchard.

“Women love Derek.” Trenton studied Melody. Her breasts heaved with the combination of fear and excitement. Her nipples swelled against the confines of her sweater and formed prominent attention seeking points. For the second time in as many minutes he felt lust tighten his belly.

He tried to push these thoughts from his head. It was impossible. “There’s a barn. It’s abandoned.” Trenton spoke swiftly.

*** The Race ***

“What?” Melody’s mind felt scattered. Pendik Escort She liked Trenton from the first time they’d met. He was the kind of man who held open doors for her or who would retrieve the canned beans from the top shelf just so she wouldn’t go climbing on the rickety step stool. But until five minutes ago she’d not thought of him as anything other than Derek’s older brother.

She bit her bottom lip and studied him. Trenton’s short-cropped curly black hair brought out the sharp green-blue of his eyes. His aristocratic nose and high cheekbones were the only parts of him so like Derek. Unlike Derek these features seemed to fit his face and personality. Trenton’s full firm lips tilted up on one side as he spoke. His words were lost on Melody as her careful inspection traveled lower. Melody thought Trenton’s solid chin and large shoulders spoke of confidence and the type of personality a girl could rely on to keep her safe.

Safe? Awareness zipped down Melody’s spine. She felt anything but safe with Trenton.

Now, standing so close to him, she felt her heart pound and her hands go clammy. If she didn’t know better she’d have sworn she was sick.

“You’re not making any sense.” Melody moaned. The trembling in her fingers and wobbly knees belied her words. Everything in her head screamed for her to run! But she couldn’t seem to move a muscle.

“For the first time, I’m making perfect sense. I’m going to take you to the barn and show you why you’re not marrying Derek.” She was going to bolt! Trenton shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. No way in Hades was he letting her get away!

He’d no more than thought this when Melody shot off to his left. Trenton grinned, watching her sprint off. She was so spooked she ran not in the direction of the farm but toward the barn.

Like a stallion, Trenton raced after her.

Confusion, fear and heat wedged in the pit of Melody’s stomach. She fought down the first two. These were emotions she dealt with on a daily basis. She leapt over a half rotted log and around a thick tree root. Any moment now she’d burst from the orchard into the fields behind the farmhouse. Someone would see her. Someone would come running, to find out why Melody had run from the orchard in panic.

Even as she thought this Melody was aware of a niggling in the back of her mind. But too many things crowded her thoughts. The sensation in the pit of her belly was nothing she’d ever felt before. It weighted her down and slowed her reflexes.

The sensation reminded her of what she’d felt yesterday on seeing the prize Mare and Stallion mate. The two horses spent days teasing each other, scenting the Mare’s heat. Talk of their prolonged teasing was rampant at the dinner table until Derek’s father put a stop to it.

“But even you can admit that horses don’t do things like this.” Derek had said, ignoring the pointed looks from his father. “The wranglers think he’s in love with her. They say that’s the only reason a male horse would act so stupid.”

“I admit this is a bit unusual for to see such displays. But, son, it’s not unheard of. Love is a byproduct of nature and nurture.” Derek’s father had speared Melody with a look that promised a long conversation soon. Thankfully Melody didn’t have to hide the reality of this situation from him. This marriage was an arrangement between this man and her father. No doubt he’d thought love was going to form from this relationship. Hadn’t Derek’s father said as much when he’d first talked to her?

Melody said little throughout dinner that night. She was reluctant to admit she’d watched the entire event from her bedroom window. Luckily, toward the end, nobody had thought to look up. Otherwise, they’d have caught her in a most embarrassing state of undress!

Now, thoughts of the two horses made her want wild wanton things… Like turning around and launching herself at the man not far behind her. She wanted to tangle her fingers in Trenton’s hair and kiss him and grind her…”No!” Melody shouted, putting on a burst of speed.

She broke from the trees and stumbled to a stop. No farmhouse littered the other side of the meadow. In fact, the barn that rested there was so odd that – befuddled – she spun about at a loss to which direction she’d run in. In an attempt to regroup her directions she launched herself back toward the trees and bushes.

But Trenton was much closer than she anticipated. He made no effort to slow down but caught her arm as he ran past. Melody whipped about behind him, half frenzied to get away.

The barn door rested at a permanently open angle, weeds and vines having tied it in place long ago. Melody saw this in the moment she had before they were inside the old empty building. She knew this place! A starburst of panic gave her strength to fight against the man holding her arm in an iron grip. “Let me go!” She shouted, beating Trenton about the shoulders and chest with her free fist.

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Trenton had his hand over her mouth before she could shout more. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He murmured against her temple and pulled her close. He seemed not to notice her blows. Instead he released her, his hands drifting down to cup her hips, easing her against the thick bulge in his pants. “We adults aren’t supposed to know about the barn. This is a favorite spot for my nieces and nephews. They keep it clean and restock the hay in the loft on a regular basis.”

“Are you going to rape me?” Melody’s panic subsided in the face of his calm talk. She stood stiff, arms straight down at her sides.

“Not rape. Love.” Trenton shifted and settled his palms over the twin globes of her bottom.

Melody gasped.

Trenton noted she was back to not looking at him. Melody was his skittish Mare at a crossroads. She didn’t know whether to fight or to give in. He relaxed, letting her put a mere half-inch of space between them. Trenton’s hands still rested on her bottom and he caressed each firm round globe.

“Why?” Melody’s gaze caught his. “Why me?”

“A man could find himself at home in your body. Everything in the world would ease up. All the pain and sorrow…Derek’s already cheating on you.” Unsteadily his hands smoothed up her sides to curve over the warm fullness of each breast. “Strip for me.”

“N-no.” Melody’s shaky whisper was followed by a moan. Her head fell back even as she arched against his nimble fingers toying with the peaks of her nipples as they pressed through her blouse. Melody barely protested when Trenton’s lips brushed against her mouth, then drifted down to settle on the soft valley between her breasts.

Heat expanded in Trenton. He barely remembered they were in the old barn together. Lost to him was the small possibility of a family member walking in on them. Nothing existed outside of the friction teasing his body against hers. He inhaled. The soft spicy scent of melody’s skin teased his nostrils and roused his libido.

Reluctantly Trenton began to raise his head. He wanted to kiss her wild, to have her beg his body into her. But Melody’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head in place. Her fingers traced light patterns on his scalp even as she pressed her body to him.

Trenton reluctantly eased his hands from the swells of her breasts. They drifted in lazy circles down to the waistband of her skirt. He unfastened the top buttons. The material slid down over her hips and pooled at her feet.

Melody’s belly contracted under his searching caress.

Careful not to scrape her delicate skin with his calluses Trenton traced a path up under her blouse. For a moment his fingers spread out over her ribs, then contracted onto the front fastening of Melody’s bra. To his delightful surprise it wasn’t an impossible clasp to release.

Melody felt heat shimmer in her belly. Trenton’s breath warmed the skin above her heart. As if in response her breasts called attention to themselves, turning swollen and heavy. Everything in between her chest and belly quivered and waited for his next move. Even her lips tingled when Trenton slanted his mouth over hers for a moment.

Had she truly thought he’d rape her?

Underneath her blouse Trenton eased the cups of her bra aside. His warm palms settled over the bare skin of her breasts. She gasped at the exquisite sensations that burst from her nipples. And caught his hair between her fingers when his mouth – hot and moist – claimed one turgid nipple through the thin cloth of her blouse.

“Help me.” Trenton moaned, his mouth just above the morsel of pleasure he’d just suckled. It was as if Melody was merely waiting for him to ask. She released his head and almost tore her blouse apart in an attempt to get it open. The process seemed to take forever. Finally the last button slid through the hole and Trenton caught the edges, easing them apart. “Most beautiful.” He whispered, lowering his head this time to a bared breast.

Melody lacked the experience of lovers and it showed. Instead of playing it cool she caught at Trenton’s free hand and brought it to her turgid nipple. “Yes!” She cried, arching as his fingers sought the crest of her nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze. In no time she felt as if every nerve was stretched to the point of breaking – waiting. Her knees trembled.

The sudden invasion of Trenton’s knee between her legs shattered the pleasure coursing through her body. A sob caught in her throat as his hands, once gentle and slow, hurried down to the band of her panties. The tension within her turned bittersweet. “Please…” She whimpered, thinking to beg off. Crude and fumbling his fingers pushed through the tangle of small curls to the nub at the juncture of her thighs. His caress was painfully sharp, uncomfortable. This wasn’t how – a moment ago – she thought she’d welcome Trenton into her body.

“What Maltepe Escort the hell?” Trenton snapped, lifting his head. “You’re as dry as desert sand!”

*** In The Barn ***

Trenton regretted his words at once. The icy expression on Melody’s face told him he’d lost her and all the pleasure he’d built up.

Melody’s eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away and studied the wood of the barn wall behind him. “Let’s get this over with.” She hated the resignation in her voice. Yet wasn’t this how Derek liked it?

Trenton released her at once and spun away. He pushed his hands through his hair. He must have done something that turned her off. Everything was fine until he pushed his leg in between hers… Slowly he faced her.

“How does Derek like his sex Melody?”

She paled, hands fluttering to protect her feminine assets.

“Don’t answer that.” He snapped when she couldn’t get the words out. Then, “Was he your first?” He swore at her mute nod. “The bastard raped you!” He thundered.

Melody shivered. Even though the day was unseasonably warm she wished for the comfort of the skirt at her ankles. Surely Trenton wouldn’t mind if she pulled it back up, just for a moment?

“Leave it.” Trenton ordered at her first tentative movement. He continued pacing, thinking through his actions. He was strung tight as a wire. Until the last Melody -sweet tasty Melody – was matching him pace per pace. She’d become lost so swiftly in the pleasure of simple loving that he’d lost his head. And now Melody was going to run. He could sense the anticipation of flight gathering in her.

“Did Derek ever bring you out here?”

“Yes, the first time. It was at night. I didn’t know this was the place he…we…until you pulled me inside.” Melody mumbled her answer, carefully stepping from the skirt. If need be she’d grab it up and run past him. Once she was back in the orchard she’d find a hiding place and pull her skirt on. Then she’d take the long route back to the farmhouse.

Trenton watched the uneasy flex of her body as she shifted. Melody was testing her legs and arms. She was planning. Damned if he’d go running through the orchard in this condition.

He hid a grin as Melody caught up her skirt. He let her start past him, giving her a glimpse of freedom, before clamping his hand on her arm. Trenton pulled her back, jerking her body fully against his. “Did he undress you all the way? Or was it a quickie without your panties?”

Melody felt hunted. “He…tore them off.”

“Where?” Trenton demanded. Hit bit back a curse when Melody pointed to the first stall by the barn door. His brother hadn’t bothered to bring her a decent way into the barn. He hadn’t bothered to undress her fully. And quite obviously hadn’t bothered to learn what pleased her.

It was like taking in a skittish horse after a bad owner. There was no telling how deep the abuse ran, or how long it would take to win her trust. There was nowhere to start but at the beginning without the bite of clothing harnessing her nature in place.

“W-what?” Melody stumbled, certain she’d heard Trenton wrong. She clutched the wad of skirt to her chest like a shield.

“Take it off.” Trenton repeated. When she didn’t move he eased the skirt from her grasp. “Give me your blouse.” He caught one trembling hand and brought it to the edge of her blouse. “Slowly, now. I’m in no rush. It’s only noon now. We’ve got a few hours.”

“Hours?” Melody gasped. Fear and heat rushed through her. Trenton, gentle like this, was heady. But this was different from his manner only a few minutes ago. He’d been pushy and uncaring of her…her needs! He rushed forward when she wasn’t ready then became upset at this very same conclusion. Could she handle hours of Trenton’s intentions if he turned from considering into rough and crude?

“Now your bra.” Trenton ordered. He set the flimsy material on his shoulder just as he had her skirt and blouse.

Melody kicked off the gum boots. The cool air of the barn gave her goosebumps and increased her uncertainty. She stood for a moment, hands at her side. Bitterly she thought that Trenton would want her completely naked.

“No.” Trenton caught her hands and pulled them from the waistband of her panties. “That’s my job.” Careful not to spook her he settled on his knees. He rested his forehead against the gentle curve of her belly and inhaled.

Melody trembled. Trenton, it seemed, made a game of doing the opposite of what she expected. She curled her fingers in his thick hair. Melody made up her mind to pull his hair out if he tortured her ‘down there’. Derek had done so once, drawing blood with his teeth and laughing about it when she screamed in shock. Since then she’s never let him put his mouth anywhere near that sensitive area.

But Trenton wasn’t Derek. So far he’d confused her with his sensitivity. Not once had he tried to deliberately hurt her. Inwardly Melody struggled with how far to let Trenton go. Then, in a burst of trust she shifted, widening her stance.

Trenton inhaled unsteadily. This was a good sign. This was his Mare letting him know she was still interested – If he could treat her right. He nuzzled the triangle of cloth at the juncture of her thighs.

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The moonlight shone over the horizon as my lover and I drove along the deserted country road. He looked over and smiled at me, I smiled back, feeling so much in love with him. As we drove along, he reached over and took my hand in his, rubbing it softly with his fingertips…caressing my smooth skin. I laid my head on his shoulder, sighing softly…closing my eyes and relaxing.

Suddenly I heard a soft tapping sound and opened my eyes…it had started to rain…fat drops of water hitting the car. The rain became heavier as we drove, and lightning appeared in the sky. We pulled over on a deserted road and snuggled together, watching the sky light up.

He cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine, touching them softly, running his tongue over them to taste all the sweetness. My hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his muscles underneath his shirt. He smiled at me and carefully unbuttoned my blouse, grinning even wider when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He gently pushed my blouse over my creamy shoulders, letting it drop to the floor of the car…I in turn raised his shirt over his head. We came together, pressing close, my naked chest so smooth and warm against his…my nipples hardening against him. Lowering his head, he captured my nipple between his lips, gently sucking…nibbling…then biting.

My head fell back and I moaned softly, his lips dancing across my breasts and nipples…his hands cupping them, kneading and massaging them. I shifted around in the car, the dampness between my legs increasing İstanbul Escort with every touch of his lips and hands on my body. He reached down and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my pants, cupping the moist heat there…then deftly, in one stroke, slid my pants from my hips and pulled them off.

I sat there beside him, shivering in the night, but not feeling cold at all. My eyes clouded with passion as I unfastened the snap on his jeans and lowered them as well…letting his cock spring free…looking so hard and proud, and ready for me. We soon discovered there simply wasn’t enough room in the car…and both of us got out.

Standing in the rain, bodies wet…we pressed tightly to one another, his hands roaming my back and ass. I leaned him up against the car and began sliding my tongue over his neck, down in the valley of his throat…kissing and sucking. He tangled his fingers in my hair, gently pushing me down his body. My lips found his navel, wet from the rain…my tongue gliding inside…tasting him.

The rain beating on my skin caused me to shiver as I moved lower…feeling the crispness of his hair surrounding his cock. Teasingly I touched my tongue to the head of his cock, bringing forth a low moan from his lips…then a gasp as I slid my mouth over his cock, clear to the base. Winding my hands around to his ass, squeezing it, I pull him even closer…deeper into my mouth.

I look up and watch him, his eyes closed, head back…rain washing over and down his body onto me as I sucked and licked on his cock. Bringing my Anadolu Yakası Escort fingers between his legs, I moved them slowly up his inner thighs, to his balls…tickling them with my fingernails, then cupping them, massaging them lovingly. He thrusted faster into my mouth…harder…so deep now…fucking my mouth with a fury we had never known before.

I gave him one long lick along his shaft, stood up and pressed my body to his…pulling him to me for a passionate kiss. His hands moved over my back, across my hips, down to cup my ass. Gently he picked me up, laying me on the hood of the car…watching with passion as the rain hits me, pooling down between my legs.

He stands between my thighs, slowly and gently parting my pussy lips to expose me to his gaze. I look at his face in the moonlight, it’s so full of love that my heart feels about to explode with pleasure. Slowly he inserts a finger into my pussy, not surprised to find out it’s already very wet and ready.

His thumb massages my clit, making it spring to life, hard and swollen under his touch. I scream and squirm on the hood of the car…his fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy. My back arches up as I cum, squirting a stream of juices over his fingers, causing him to move them faster…harder…deeper.

He leans down and takes my clit between his lips, sucking hard on it and running his tongue over my slit, lapping up all the juices I’ve given him…he slides his fingers out of my pussy and replaces them with his tongue. My body rocks against his face as he licks Kartal Escort and sucks and kisses every inch of my pussy…my body slick with sweat and the rain…the lightning striking in the distance as evidence of the passionate storm between us.

I cum hard, over and over…flooding his mouth full of juices…his tongue slides along, not missing anything…licking me till I’m completely exhausted from cumming. He steps between my thighs and takes my hips, pulling my pussy to the edge of the car hood.

Slipping his cock inside, just the head at first…my pussy clenches around it, trying to pull all of it in. He grins and removes his cockhead, slapping it sharply on my clit…I scream and squirt juices all over him again. He does this several times, knowing it drives me wild. Then, he slides his cock in deep, inch by inch…my pussy squeezing him as he thrusts the rest of his cock inside me.

Holding my hips tightly, he begins to thrust out of control…my breasts bouncing as he slams his cock hard into me. I reach up and squeeze my breasts together, pinching the nipples…stroking them…my eyes closed as he ignites another fire inside me…the storm around us raging out of control, as well as the storm inside us.

Faster and faster he thrusts, deeper…soooo hard…I scream his name over and over again as I cum…climaxing like never before. He gives one more hard…deep thrust and shoots his hot cum deep inside my pussy…his cock buried inside me…our eyes closed, breathing heavy…the rain doing nothing to cool our desires.

When he is finished cumming, he gathers me into his arms…we lie on the grass together…letting the rain wash us clean…watching the lightning and the moonlight together. He stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me up to him…we get into the car, holding each other close…so happy…lovers forever.

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There’s something special about summer, it’s when the warm weather brings out the girls in their tank tops, bikini’s and other sexy outfits that can turn any man’s head. Which is why I like my bookstore so near the beach, all kinds of girls stop in their bodies glistening with tanning lotion or beads of water rolling down their bodies since they had just gotten out of the water. The only draw back of course is I don’t always have time to check them out the way I would like.

My life was changed forever one very hot afternoon when a young girl walked up to the counter looking for help. “Excuse, me could you help me find a book on…” she gave me the name of the book. I was unable to find it but I told her I would have a copy in about 2 days. The girl gave me her name. “My name is Kim, I need the book for my college course.” I cleared my throat and told her my name was Sean and that I owned the store. Kim smiled, I took a good look at her, she was wearing a tight T-shirt that came a quarter of the way down her thighs. I could see her bikini top through the thin shirt material, she had great legs with long, taut muscles and slender calves. She had brown hair that hung to her shoulder it framed her smooth face, she had blue eyes that seemed to glow at everything. I told her that I would call her when the book arrived.

The book came in a day early, so I called her number and asked for Kim. “This is Kim, I know your voice, your Sean from the bookstore.” I was glad she answered the phone and not her parents. “Your book is in Kim.” I informed her. I almost fainted when I heard her tell me to call her anytime. I told her that I would be glad to call anytime. “I’ll be in to get my book shortly.” She informed me before she hung up.

I could have sworn that I had just hung up when in the door walked Kim. On this day she was wearing a hot tight looking tank-top which pressed against her breasts and she had on a pair of hot looking shorts that showed how firm her legs really were along with Ümraniye Escort her firm looking body. When she finished paying for the book, I asked if she would care to have a soda or some coffee with me over at the cafe that I had in the store. I was pleased that she said yes. This was the start of something different Kim and I would meet like this two or three times a week, by the third week she actually touched my hand.

I didn’t see Kim for several days after our last meeting, I knew I had no right to feel anything for her after all I was older than she was and we joked about it a few times she told me she liked my gray hair, “It looks great on you Sean.” I buried my head in my work, Then one night just as I was ready to close the store I heard the door bang open and it was Kim calling out my name. “Sean are you here? Please be here, I need help.” I moved quickly to the front of the store and saw Kim was in a very disheveled state. “What’s wrong Kim?” I asked. Kim let out a short sob, “My boyfriend, Mark just tried to rape me.”

“Is he still outside?” I demanded. Kim nodded her head yes. I brought her to the back where there is a couch and I told her to sit tight and call the police. I gave her my cell phone, remembering my old military training I went out the back of the store, it didn’t take me long to find this Mark, he was calling for Kim without let up. I gave him one quick punch to the kidney and he was down for the count. I whispered in his ear, “The police are on their way asshole, and this is my only warning, you ever try to hurt that girl or any other girl in this town I will find you, do you understand?” Mark nodded his head yes. I pulled him off the ground and told him to get out. He whined about his car and I told him he should be glad he’s only loosing a car. When the police arrived I told them the story and they towed the car. Mark would be in jail by 10:00 pm.

I went back into the store and found Kim still on the couch reading and I told her İstanbul Escort what went on outside and this made her laugh. I could see that Kim’s T-shirt was ripped at the shoulder and I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, I could see her smallish breasts jiggle about as she moved. I went to get her some water and a fresh store T-shirt. “Your’s is ripped.” I pointed out as I sat next to her. Kim told me what happened, I found myself stroking her hair. Kim didn’t move, she turned to face me and said, “Thank you, Sean for all of your help.” I told her it was no problem at all. Then I got up the nerve to kiss her on the lips. I was very surprised when she didn’t jump off the couch. We started tentatively pecking at each other’s lips, then our kissing became more intense with Kim putting her arms around my neck.

I swallowed my surprise and I heard Kim repeat between kisses, “Thank you, Sean.” Kim kept her eyes closed. I got a little bolder and I started to move my hand up and down her side each time moving closer to her breasts and then contact! I felt her try to brush my hand away but not with a lot of effort, she then took my hand and put it under her shirt so I could feel her naked breasts. My hand started kneading her breast and Kim let out a sigh of relief? Happiness? Kim was thrusting her breasts towards me as I rolled a nipple between my fingers. My next move was even bolder, I started to remove her T-shirt exposing her small but beautiful breasts, her nipples were erect and hard. Kim let out a soft “Oh!” As I kissed each breast circulating my tongue around each nipple. “Sean! Ahh!” Kim moaned as my hand stole down to her crotch and started to rub against it gently but firmly, she started to lift her whole body towards me as she became more aroused.

Kim’s undulating body was driving me wild, I undid her shorts and pushed them down off of her hips, I noticed that she had very small tan lines and that her pussy was nearly hairless. I started to slide my finger Anadolu Yakası Escort in and out of her pussy. Kim gasped and moaned and her body writhed wildly with each plunge of my finger. When I moved my face between her legs and started to lick her pussy it made Kim cry out softly, “Yes! Sean! Oh my!” As I flicked my tongue in and out of her pussy tickling her clit. I kept my hands busy by tweaking her nipples which made her wilder with passion. Kim dragged her fingernails across my back as she went through her waves of ecstasy, then she dug them into my arms as she reached her climax. Kim’s body heaved and shuddered as her orgasm hit with the force of a speeding train. “Oh, God! Mmmm”, Kim said as she came back to earth. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I started to move myself into position over Kim and I heard her gasp as she saw my engorged cock.

I don’t have a super size cock by any means, it looks big when it’s fully erect and I moved it towards Kim’s pussy. I slowly pushed it in and Kim gasped in pain, “Sean, it’s so big, it won’t fit.”

“Sure it will.” I replied, and pushed my cock it in a little further Kim gasped again until it was in all the way and I started to pump my cock in and out of her slowly letting her get used to my cock being inside of her. We were both sweating now and we had found a nice rhythm as she undulated her body as I moved in and out of her. Kim was smiling as I pumped away and she was encouraging me when she tickled my balls with her fingers. That was enough, I groaned and felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I ejaculated. I pumped even harder as the orgasm shook me from head to toe. Kim held on to my ass the entire time. I rolled to the side as my body returned to earth. I almost couldn’t look Kim in the eyes when she stroked my cheek and said, “It’s ok Sean really. I had hopes of making love to you, maybe not this way, but just the same.”

“Even though I’m old enough to be your father?” I asked. Kim smiled at me and told me that it didn’t matter to her about my age. Kim let me watch while she dressed. I gave her one of the store T-shirts to wear and she gladly put it on. Kim also wanted me to take her home and I told her that I would. This was going to be a very interesting summer.

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