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Somehow, you slipped and fell in the canned goods aisle. While others just gawked, I helped you to your feet. “Oh, dear!” I asked. “Are you all right?”

“I – I think so,” you stammered. Damn! Your beautiful face was clammy, flushed…and you had dirt smudges on the seat of your hot-pants. Brushing across your buns, I was keenly aware of the lovely curve and fullness! I swallowed hard. Too many idiots were leering, especially some jerk-off guys. You know the kind. Swollen brains in their drawers, knuckles dragging on the ground. Couldn’t spell KAT if you spotted them a “K” and an “A”.

“Come with me, honey,” I soothed. “Let’s get some air. Fuck the shopping for now!”

You were weaving a bit walking to your car. Some of the flush was gone, but I think you were hurting a lot more than you let on.

I helped you in the passenger side and climbed behind the wheel. There was a wide, erotic swath of sweat in your cleavage and I mentally drooled! God, I thought. Would I EVER love to suck and lick you dry!

“Fuck, I’m SO-O-O-O embarrassed!” you moaned. I put my arm around you, pulled you close; patted your bare thigh. “Honey,” I said. “It’s no big deal! Don’t worry about it. So you fell on your ass.” My eyes washed over some lovely round ass-cheeks. “It looks like you have ample padding to survive many more!”

You really laughed at this, bent forward and rubbed your abundant ass globes. “That’s for sure,” you exclaimed. “Perhaps a bit TOO much!”

“To me,” I drooled, “Your cute little buns look just perfect!” Your face lit up in a cunt-melting smile. God, you were superbly sexy! Your tube-top was jutting out from rigid, pointy nipples that made my mind have mental cums.

“Tell you what, Darling,” I said finally. “Let’s find a quiet lounge and have a stiff drink.”

“I’d really like that,” you said, eyes pleading and soft. “You’re being very kind to me.”

“Aahhhh. You needed a Ms Galahad to take care of you!” I simply COULD NOT keep my eyes off your enormous tits. Now you really laughed, and I felt so cozy (steamy!) being close to you.

Inside the plush club, it was cool, the lighting romantic and subdued…ideal for snuggling and becoming VERY familiar. We hid ourselves at a corner table and ordered wine. All the clamminess was gone now, but the sweat-stain kept my eyes glued to your magnificent tits. Inside, I was churning! I wanted to suck those nipples now!

Your eyes moved to my chest and roved at will for several seconds, not even trying to hide your stare. It was apparent that my 38d’s thrilled you very much. I pulled my elbows back, and stretched so you could get a better view of my ripe, fleshy globes.

Like you, I wore no bra (or panties). My pointy tips were also lush and erect. I thought about that lewd blouse in my drawer back home: cut out nipple openings. Once, on a dare, I wore it to the store. In spite of salivating mouths, I almost got arrested!

Your hand closed over mine on the table. “I really can’t thank you enough for helping me,” you said softly. “For awhile, I felt pretty rocky.”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” I said sincerely. “I’m just so glad I met you…under ANY circumstance!” You pulled the tube-top out and blew down on your nipples. “God, I’m a sweaty mess!” Indeed you are, I thought! But “mess” was not the word I had in mind!

“Honey, bursa escort let me drive you home, ok? You still look a bit wobbly.” I lied.

“A wonderful idea!” you exclaimed. “I should learn to put up a better front!”

“Ummmmm,” I murmured. “Sweetheart, there’s not a DAMN thing wrong with your front!” You almost fell off the bench, laughing…and I was so pleased!

We sipped the last of our wine and walked back to the car.

As I drove, I could not resist rubbing your thigh from time to time. You never flinched. In fact, your fingers soothed over mine. Your touch was far more than electric! A certain magnetism erupted and my hands were dying to squeeze the majestic swell of your tits. I hoped I would get that opportunity before the afternoon ended.

You probably guessed that my pussy was profusely oozing from all these erotic touchings. You smiled; mischievous eyes flashing rampant when I stroked, caressed your pliant thighs a bit longer each time….

Your apartment was lavish, well cared for. Glamorous paintings on the walls, expensive vases, real china in the hutch…and a long, mahogany coffee table that gleamed like a brilliant sun.

You bent over slightly, cheeks protruding nicely from your hot-pants. “Is there any more dirt?” you asked. I bent over and breathed very close to your ear and said, “Just a tiny spot along the crack.” Without asking, I ran my fingers slowly along the ass-seam with a bit more pressure than necessary. “Ooooooo!” you giggled. “You’ve found one of my hottest “erroneous” zones!” God, with that tingly play-on-words I was in tears!

You spread your legs a little wider. “Did you get it all?” you questioned. “Hmm! Perhaps maybe I DID miss a tiny spot.” You smiled again and put your head on my shoulder. There was a distinct, delicious odor of sweat that made my pussy twitter with massive oozings.

You turned and faced me, clutched my cheeks with both hands, then moved down and rubbed my ass-slit. “Why should you have all the fun?” you said daintily. “Your ass looks just as appetizing as mine…and feels delectable in my hands!”

Now my legs almost buckled! I pulled you very close and let my pussy grind against you…a sensuous dry-fuck that we both loved.

“You feel so fluffy and full, baby.” Your voice was low, sexy, guttural…similar to Patricia Neal in heat. Our titties crushed against each other, ample tips swelling succulent, full.

I almost stammered when I said, “You might want to come out of that sweaty top now, baby. A bad cold in the nipples is a real bitch!” A few more grinds and then you said, “Why don’t you take if off for me?” Now that I was finally in Heaven, there was nowhere else left to go. You squeezed my hand, led me to the bottom-floor bedroom. Along the left wall, there was a ceiling-to-floor mirror. There were very young nude girls painted in each corner. The rest of the glass was massive!

“They’re my sweet young models,” you told me.

“How old are they?” I asked.

“Late ‘teens. They’re very uninhibited. In fact, I gave them their first pussy shave!”

I wasn’t oozing anymore. I was gushing! In spite of the fact that the figures were only about 12” tall on the glass, it was quite evident they were luscious!

“I’ve always loved to paint,” you continued. “I majored in Applied Art in college. escort bursa Never graduated though. I just wanted to try my luck at free-lancing for awhile.”

“If all your models,” I began, “are that beautiful, you will NEVER have any difficulty selling your work!”

Your lips brushed lightly over my neck. “You are so very sweet, darling,” you cooed. “I’m so glad it was you who helped me!” “Baby,” I said. “With your splendid body, NO one is happier than myself that I was there for you. You are exquisitely gorgeous!”

Having said that, I moved the tube up over your head and let my eyes feast on your resplendent tits. Pleasure and passion! I bent and swirled your pointy nipple, circling with my tongue, twirling the whole juicy volume in my mouth.

“My God, baby!” you breathed. “Your mouth will make me cum quarts!”

“Splendid!” I said. “I’ve wanted to suck and lick you since we were in the grocery store. I wish my mouth was mammoth, like some gigantic cavern! I’d swallow your tits for hours without breathing!”

You slid off my top and squeezed my 38d’s. “I don’t want to be horny and naked solo. And I DEFINITELY want to stab and plunder your fragrant pussy with my tongue!”

Yes, Virginia! Indeed there is a Santa Claus!

Suddenly, your sweet lips were raping my tits again; slashing, slicing, nipple and mass consumed by a famished mouth! You gobbled me like a starving waif! “Oh, darling, YESSS!” I screamed. “Suck my nipples! Lick my tits! Eat my white-hot cunt!”

My legs were trembling, forcing erotic goose bumps to rise like infuriated volcanoes! I was almost crazy with lewd desire and need!

Hurriedly, with expert fingers, my cut-offs tumbled to the floor in milli-seconds. The naked image in the mirror was our own porn movie! Your tongue leapt quickly into my flowing pussy. Your sniffs, laps, teases were driving me insane! “Sweet, baby!” I screamed loudly. “Lick me quick and vigorous, darling…suck my cum-drenched pussy! Eat my screaming cunt! Your tongue is a splendid cock!”

You pushed me hard to the bed. There was a ceiling mirror that I hadn’t seen, no doubt because my eyes had been riveted on your pussy. Now I saw my tits bouncing, gyrating with every plunging fuck of the tongue. You put my legs around your neck and sucked my drenched pussy like a woman possessed; upper thighs locked your face against the gushing channel!

“I want to gobble your pussy too, my darling!” I moaned. “My mouth is so hungry for you! Let me gulp every ounce of your cum!”

There, close to me! That streaming, pink-red creamy trench I wanted to swallow whole! I lapped, licked, sucked, flicked, chug-a-lugged all the viscous juice with my light-speed tongue! I’d never been so fucking hot before! I INHALED your sweaty pussy, tasting the salty musk blending with your cum! Someday soon, I wanted to lick and lap your “morning” cunt!

Both our clits were similar in length, about 1” long. I sucked it like a swollen, throbbing cock. Perhaps, I mused, if I sucked long enough, it would grow into an 8” dancing dick! Ummmm! That fantasy made me suck your “cock” SO much faster!

While my whole face buried in your pussy, you reached beside the bed and removed an ice-cube from a bucket, then rubbed it along my puffy pussy lips. Surely I was not really living this, my mind screamed silently. bursa escort bayan My scalding pussy melted the ice in only one eye-blink. Magnificent, exquisite contrast! From furnace-hot mouth to frozen water was almost more than I could bear. But…you had more erotic games to play! Suddenly, I felt my pussy being coated with frothy whipped cream. On top of that, you poured on warm choc syrup. I had no clue how these tasty treats appeared, but I was far beyond caring! Maybe you knew we’d meet today and prepared in advance. Did I really give a fuck? Your fingers swirled the mix all over my belly, pussy, ass, thighs…coating every inch of luscious tits! You smeared the mix all over my calves and toes. Then licked it all away.

Your face was covered with chocolate cum and frothy whipped cream frosting. Your tongue plunged deep, along with a finger covered with chocolate, into my tight asshole. No one knew more about erotica than you, sweet darling! I was so dizzy from this intense fuck my eyes could not focus!

I saw that your clit had grown about 2” from my sucking. Wow! Perhaps it was not just fantasy after all! Your “little dick” was flaming deep-red by now…your cunt had tiny rivulets of cum dripping to my mouth. Your pee hole was on fire, and I sucked it like cotton candy. Your ass heaved up, then crashed down to my tongue. Aha! I thought. Your sweet little pee hole is one more ultra-sensitive “erroneous” zone! I loved this! Living new spontaneous arousings, giving your complete and utter self for the ultimate joy of sexual sucking pleasure. Experimenting, trolling with wicked, naughty licks and grins – anything and everything to please and satisfy. Scant few men understood that those wet cunts they wanted to fuck and taste could be far more tasty with loving, sensitive foreplay.

My mind meandered through these thoughts as you were saying, “…Your pussy is a sexual deity, Darling! Your cum-slick cove my “all-day lollipop!”

I never knew I could fall in love so quickly.

You put me on my knees and tongue-fucked my ass again, reaming me out with your mouth-spear deep inside the wrinkled walls.

“Next time, baby…and there WILL BE a next time…I’ll invite my bi male friend to join us. We’ll give him a voyeur’s dream come true! Every man alive loves to watch two women eating pussy. And I want to watch you suck his cock and balls…feel gallons of his cum shoot deep in- side your asshole.” My brain did cartwheels from the thought! Without a follow-up licking, the thick, juicy nectar would drain from my cunt for days!

The volume of my lusty cum was too much to hold any longer. My legs tightened around your face and tons of cream squirted way-y-y-y inside your mouth! Small dribbles trickled from the corners of your lips and you bent your face to me. I licked the pungent cream away and kissed you long and deep. Our tongues frolicked, played, twined like horny snakes fucking in the sand! My pussy juice still leaked and you lapped me heartily once again.

Our hot, delirious fucking had been urgent, so intense…as if our cunts had been crushed against a burning log. We cuddled in each other’s arms, hugging so close that onion skin paper could not fit between.

“You really mean it, darling?” I asked lightly.

“Mean what, baby?”

“Your bi friend will fuck me, drown my asshole with his cum?”

“Of course, sweet baby! And then you’ll put your luscious pussy on my mouth and let it drip.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I’ll have a coronary!”

Then you held me very close and kissed my lips and cheek….

© January, 2001 Dot Turner

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Daytona. What a cool, magical sounding name for a place. Maybe I feel that way because when I was a little girl I used to sit on my father’s lap watching the Daytona 500 on TV with him, and every once in a while they’d even show the motorcycles racing there.

My father rode motorcycles. He had quite a few over the years, his favorite being a Kawasaki KZ900. Dark green, with pinstripes on the gas tank, a chrome front fender, and lots of polish on the in-line four. When I was old enough he used to ride me on the back of it — my early memories of those rides are of blistering speed and thrilling noise and wind. It was only natural that I’d start riding when I grew up, and now, at twenty-three years old, I’m what the nice man at my corner store calls a biker chick. “There’s my favorite biker chick,” he’ll say when I walk in. “Whooo! That new leather? That fits you nice! “

He’s got the hots for me, and it’s cute, but I’m only sorta into guys. I guess I’d do him, in the right circumstances, maybe if the cute girl that works for him asked the two of us for a threeway. Ha! That’d be something, right? I wouldn’t be lying if I said I’d rather get with her, one on one, without the dude there. The bummer part is she’s only like sixteen or something. It’s a crying shame, I’ll tell you, how cute some girls get before they’re even legal. Whoever made up the rules must have been blind.

My dad’s gone now, dead from a stupid disease. If he was here I would have rode with him down to Daytona for my first Bike Week, instead of going on my own. I wonder what he’d think about the way hot girls make my mouth water. If he was with me, walking on the beach with his leather jacket slung over his shoulder, would him and me be checking out the same girls? My Mom’s definitely his type — thin and long-legged, like me. I like long legged girls too, so I guess that old saying is true about apples falling from trees and not being far away, or whatever it is. Dad used to love squeezing Mom’s ass, and it was always easy for me to understand why. Her ass was killer and it still is, and I guess mine is, too. It’s that apples and trees thing again.

So I rode to Daytona in March, out of winter and into summer, and shit, girl, there’s a lot of wet t-shirt contests down there during Bike Week! It’s like a lesbian’s dream, in a way, except for all the buckets of testosterone everywhere you look. But if you’re cool with dudes, too, like I sorta am, oh yeah, girl, it’s fun. Even out on the street you can yell “Show us your tits!” and you might get a peek at some. I showed mine more than once, right out there on the sidewalk.

So what would my Dad think about it all, in my fantasy dream where he’s still alive and he’s with me down there? When I was fifteen I caught him watching a wet t-shirt contest on his old computer, so yeah, he liked tits just as much as he liked nice asses, and I like to think he’d be proud of me for putting myself out there; a horse in the race, you might say. A wet filly shaking her booty.

But wait, I just gave away some of the story. I gotta tell you how it started…

So I ride into Daytona and hit a bar that first night. The Nighthawks are playing and the place is fuckin’ rocking. I’m drinking and guys are hitting on me—the usual—and then I see this big bulletin board by the door plastered with stuff to do — other bands, pig roasts, shit like that. Tacked up with a thumbtack is a piece of paper written on with a Sharpie, telling about a get-together of female bikers at somebody’s house down in Port Orange, just a few miles away. An evening thing with food and beer. “Pay what you want,” the paper said. They even had a girl band scheduled to play, a blues trio kind of thing. So yeah, I say. Fuck yeah!

The next day I hit the beach and then I rode south out of town, to Port Orange for the girl party. I gotta say, it was pretty awesome. I met some girls there that I think I’ll be friends with for the long haul.

So after we were all lubed up on keg beer I asked them why no wet t-shirt contest, and I got a lot of laughs. Some of them were sorta nervous laughs because most girls can sorta tell that I’m into that side of things. The girl side. It’s not that I’m butch or anything, I’m not really at all, it’s just that I think maybe they can sorta see it in my eyes. Maybe I look at them the way a horny guy does, especially after a few beers. But anyway, some of them said they’d done the wet t-shirt thing, either because their guy wanted them to, or because they thought Prince Charming might be there, saying, “Yeah, those are the tits I want.” It was a pretty funny conversation, actually, so I’m glad I brought the topic up.

One thing about me is I can get sorta glued to an idea. For whatever reason, that week in March I got glued to the idea of a guy pouring cold water over me and then me ripping my shirt off in front of a big crowd. Don’t ask me why. It’s crazy and my Mom would shit her pants if she knew, but doing it became my goal for my first Bike Week. bursa escort I wanted to be a wet t-shirt girl. And one of the fun parts is that I talked some of my new friends into doing it with me.

One of them, Katty, is a bartender from up in Pennsylvania. It was her first time at Bike Week, too. She said her wet titties won first prize at a biker thing in Scranton, and I believe her, because she’s got sweet looking tits and Scranton is, well, Scranton. So yeah, definitely the right girl in the right place for that prize money.

Speaking of prize money, there’s a bunch of it up for grabs during Bike Week. We heard there was more somewhere, but we picked a place with a $500 top prize, because we liked the place more than the money. Some of the girls had been there in previous years, and they said it got raunchier than some of the other places. Of course I voted for that one, and wouldn’t you know, some of the other girls did too, although it might’ve been all the beer we were drinking that did it.

I guess I should have asked about what they meant by “raunchy.” I pictured not just showing our tits, but maybe playing with them, putting our hands on them, waggling them back and forth and stuff like that. Kinda like stripper stuff, from the waist up. I pictured water flinging off of them when we waggled them, and even now the thought of that kind of thing gives me a lady boner.

So anyway, the girls said I should go buy a little white tanktop made of thin cotton, and they said I should cut the neck with scissors to open up the cleavage and make it rip-able. And they said panties were good, especially thin ones that get clingy in the front when they’re wet. And I’m thinking, panties? Really? I don’t know why I was picturing shorts, or maybe a bikini bottom.

So I’ve already got a pair of super sexy panties with me, a thong that’s halfway see-through, that I save for special nights. It’s so frickin’ tiny I can carry it on bike trips real easy. And I’m thinking wow, should I wear that? Am I really gonna be on stage wearing nothing but that almost invisible little thing? And then the idea of it sticks, all gluey in my head, and suddenly I wanna be a stripper girl. I know, Mom shittin’ her pants and all that, but damn, being that almost naked, and wet, up there on stage with Katty who I was getting a crush on, it somehow seemed perfect.

So the next day, after hitting up the local Walmart for the cheapest, flimsiest tanktop they sell, I stuffed it in my jacket pocket and I rode with some of the girls to St. Augustine where we pigged out on seafood tacos at a super sweet restaurant out by the beach. All four of us that were gonna be in the tittie contest were on the ride, and five of the girls who wanted to keep their clothes on came with us. I’m not blaming them for not doing the contest — some of them got kids and stuff. I probably would have freaked if my mom had done a wet t-shirt contest, but who knows, maybe she did? She definitely had the body for it. She and dad would have rode away with the money every time.

So we get to the bar early, and the guys there were really nice. The band was setting up and they were super nice, too. There was a special stage set up for us girls, so it could get wet, I guess, and a girl who tends bar showed us a backroom where all us contestants would be changing our clothes. We hung out at the bar and drank, and more and more girls showed up that were going to join in, some young, supposedly 21 but I’m guessing fake ID, and some diehard old biker chicks, one or two of them like in their fifties or something. I hope I’m rockin’ it like they are when I’m that age, and I totally hope my tits look as good as one of those old girls. Damn I kept thinking. She’s got a shot!

The band was rockin’ it up with old Zeppelin and Hendrix, and I was getting cozy with Katty, shoulder to shoulder with her at the bar. She rode to Daytona solo, like I did, freezing her ass off and pissed the whole way because her boyfriend is fucking around with some older girl. Like way older. Like his mother’s age. So we downed beers and she kept saying she wanted to hook up with a guy and go a little crazy, but so far no luck. I kept dropping little hints about who needs guys when we’re having so much fun on our own, and she really started to get the idea I think. She asked me about my love life, and I skipped the part about me sorta liking guys okay and went right to stories about my past girlfriends. I could tell from her eyes that she found it all sort of fascinating. I finally asked her straight out, “You’ve never been with a girl?” She said no, and I said, “You don’t know what you’re missing.” It was one of those super hot moments when I just wanted to kiss her and I’m pretty sure she would have liked it.

“So what do you think the girls meant when they said this contest gets raunchy?” I asked her, talking loud because the band was kicking ass. “Like, stripper stuff?”

Katty shrugged and nodded. “Probably,” she said.

“You bursa escort bayan ever been to a strip club?” I asked.

She nodded. “With my boyfriend.”

“Did you ever see two together? Strippers?” I asked.

“They do that?” she said.

“Yeah. It’s all good,” I said. “Think that’s what ‘raunchy’ is?”

She thought for a little bit, biting her bottom lip real cute, with her eyes all sparkly, and then she said, “Wanna get raunchy with me? We could split the money if one of us wins.”

“I like it,” I said, smiling at her. “Any rules, or are you an anything goes kind of girl?”

“Let’s go for it,” she said, and then she got all blushy and turned away from me and ordered two more beers.

Our other two friends were ready to go, too, with some good beer in their bellies and nice smiles on their faces. Some of the other girls from our group showed up to cheer us on, some of them with their guys with them. It made me wonder if they knew what was gonna happen, but, yeah, I’m pretty sure they did.

One of the guys in charge started herding us girls toward the backroom. After the guy left us alone, one of the girls said something about wondering if they had security cameras spying on us back there, but did it really matter? Maybe for the shyer ones it did, but really, we were about to go all stripper on the stage, so a little peeky peeky from a grainy back and white camera didn’t bother me much. Most of us were already dressed under our clothes, anyway. Bikini tops were just as popular as various kinds of little shirts. Maybe I shouldn’t say ‘little’ shirts because there were some big girls in the mix.

Maybe it wasn’t cool, but I started to think about who was the toughest competition for Katty and me. There were five of us who I probably would have voted for, just based on seeing us all getting ready. I pictured it coming down to who had the sexiest moves, and filed that thought away in the back of my head.

The guy knocked on the door and said, “You ladies ready?” The band was taking their break and I could hear the announcer, and then we were walking all in a line, down the hall and up onto the stage. I thought maybe there’d be bright lights on us making it sorta hard to see the audience, but no, we could see everybody clear as day, all of them whooping it up like a bunch of rowdies. That’s when I realized that wearing nothing but my tiny little see-through thong on the bottom of me was kinda crazy and bold. I mean, I knew it in the back room with the other girls, but wow, up on stage like that, with my nips all hard under my flimsy little tank top, it was a new kind of thrill.

Me and Katty were standing next to each other, with our two new friends next to her. I guess there was about a dozen of us girls total, all next to each other in a row, like a rag-tag biker-looking version of the Rockettes. One of the older girls had bluejeans on her legs, though, so that sorta spoiled that illusion.

Some cranked heavy metal music started playing through the big speakers and the next thing you know we were all doing our stripper-dancer moves. Four guys started pouring water down our fronts. It wasn’t as cold as ice but it was pretty cold.

Katty looked amazing, with her long legs and her hot body. Slender and perky, she had better posture than any of the other girls, so I fixed mine, arching my back to show off the goods. She was rockin’ a tank top and a thong, same as me, but hers weren’t as see-through as mine.

The really thrilling part for me was hearing the wild whoops and cheers whenever I did something extra sexy, like bending over to give them a good look at my naked ass cheeks once in a while, twerking it and wiggling it from side to side. Like I said, I got lucky and got my Mom’s sweet ass.

There was so much water I couldn’t believe it. I think the guys just wanted to stay close to us, so they kept pouring those full beer pitchers of water over us.

I wasn’t the first one to rip open her shirt and show her tits, but I was second I think, and the cheers I got gave me a good feeling about how things were going. Even better was the feeling I got when I saw Katty looking at me. She got all shy and blushy when I caught her looking at my tits, so I danced over to her and gave her a stripper wiggle, with my wet titties right up against her. It raised a big cheer from the crowd, and I said to her, “Show me yours.”

“You do it,” she said, standing there with that nice tits-out posture, with a sorta overwhelmed look on her face.

So yeah, I ripped her shirt open, and I danced my face right down there between her sweet tits. A guy poured water on us, totally wetting my hair, saying, “Let’s try and keep it PG, girls.”

Yeah, like that was gonna happen. I knew raunchy was cool in that place, it was told to me, so I just smiled, gave Katty a little wink, and danced on.

There was voting based on whoops and cheers, and pretty soon there was five of us left for the final round. That escort bursa old girl in her fifties with those crazy awesome Playboy-sized tits was one of them, and me and Katty made it, and another girl who was totally sexy, and a girl with a leather cowboy hat and little leather short shorts that were unzipped. We were all bare-titted by that point. I felt like I was in one of my gay-girl dreams. I wonder what they all would have thought if they knew how turned on I was by all of them. A nice wet orgy in the backroom would have been fun.

And then the music got louder. At least I think it did. I’m not sure because my mind sorta went one-track. The cowboy-hat girl had taken off her leather shorts and she was full naked, so I took off my little thong and tossed it, and I became a total exhibitionist slut. If you wanna know the truth, I fuckin’ loved it. I’ve never danced much to heavy metal, but it was crazy fun. I was down on all fours with my ass and pussy aimed right at the big crowd, fake fucking like a stripper while a guy poured water right down the crack of my ass, the force of it tickling my little asshole like crazy. I swear to God, it just about gave me an orgasm. I got tingly and shaky and, yup, that’s what it was, a nice little orgasm.

Katty was my next target, with my one-track mind focusing out everything but her. I danced up against her and coaxed her out of her thong. Once she was naked she got a fun look in her eyes, and then we danced for everybody, the two of us sort of like a team. The crowd was going nuts. The way Katty was turned on was right there in her eyes. Her nips showed it too, of course, super hard and sexy, the way mine were. The music was crazy wild, screaming guitars and throbbing, pounding drums. I lost track of everything but Katty, got her back against the wall at the back of the stage, scissored our legs together, kissed her real deep and fucked her, right there against the wall.

I have no idea how much time went by. Five seconds? Ten seconds? More? Fucking a girl all naked in a bar in front of a crowd is nothing I thought I’d ever do. I wish I could remember it better, but it’s a totally awesome blur. “We gotta cool these girls down,” I think the announcer said, and water was soaking us again. Katty was looking right into my eyes when we stopped, her face all amazed.

It turned out to be the end of the contest. I got the $500 prize, Katty got $250, and that awesome fifty-something girl with the killer tits got $100. She never got out of her shorts, but yeah, those tits are money.

The three of us stood there for our applause, like real theater people or something. “Is it okay, what I did?” I asked Katty, talking near her ear, just to her.

“Yeah,” she said.

“You sure? That was pretty intense.”

She nodded. Her eyes looked happy but it was hard to read her. Her answers were more guy-like than girl-like, but we were, after all, standing naked in front of a cheering crowd of rowdies. I guess it wasn’t the place for a deep conversation. And maybe Katty wanted it that way. She was overwhelmed, maybe, or deep in the Zen of first-time public nudity, or maybe just plain confused by her first sexual experience with another girl. Deep in the Zen of first-time public nudity was where my own mind was at, by the way. As I stood there, holding Katty’s hand, with my hair and body dripping with cold water but somehow not shivering, I felt like I was dreaming. The crowd was cheering, lots of them with their arms and beers in the air, and the announcer was going on and on about who knows what. His voice was like a blurry echo in another language. I suppose I could have focused on it and been more in-the-moment, but instead I stayed in my trippy dream, the one where I scanned all the eyes in the room and found many of them looking at me, my tits, and my pussy. Only a few of them looked at my eyes and my smile. I know I was smiling, but I wonder what kind of a smile it was. I know it got bigger when the guy came to me and raised my arm high in the air. The rowdy crowd cheered even louder. I watched the eyes in the crowd looking at me and I was lost in my dream again. Strangely calm. Feeling good about things, good about my nudity. Sort of Zen, like I said.

So we all head back to the backroom to dry off and get dressed, and the bass player from the band is in the back hallway, watching all us wet-titted girls go by. Quite a few minutes later, when we came out, he was still there, smoking a cigarette by the back door. “Are you guys staying? Wanna party with us after the show?” he asked Katty and me.

“Sorry, we’re leaving,” I said. “I’m taking her to my place.” Katty looked real happy about my idea, but she didn’t say anything. And then I thought, she really needs a cock to get her mind off her shitty boyfriend, so I asked the bass player guy, “Wanna come over when you’re done? Just you alone, we don’t want a big party or anything.”

The bass player, a cute blond named Stevie, said, “Yeah.”

Me and Katty rode to my motel, way up north of town, on Route 1. It’s an old-fashioned place, one of the those long, low, one-story flat-roofed motels that looks like it’s left over from the 1950s. Us bikers are in most of the rooms, but there’s a few cars, too.

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Hi everyone, this is the first story I post, so try to be understanding. I’m also not native English speaking, I tried to do my best but I apologize in advance for any grammar errors.

This is just an erotic story about a sexual fantasy I have, involving big tits and lesbian seduction, I don’t mean it to be likely, I’m just a horny male and I’m sorry if real lesbians will feel offended by all these commonplaces and stereotypes.

In a story I usually like a well-built introduction of the sex scene, I find it extremely exciting, So it’s not a story where sex comes quickly, but I also don’t like stories to long or complicated, so it’s a story that start slow and gradually increases the level of arousing situations.

I hope you’ll enjoy it as much I liked writing it.

/—/

Mary was in a hurry to get home. She worked part-time in a clothes shop and even for that day she had finished her shift. It was her birthday and she knew for certain that Matt was already home and that there was some surprise waiting for her. A romantic dinner? An unexpected gift? She didn’t know, but Matt would have managed to surprise her as always.

Mary was 32 and Matt was 34. It was already some time now that they have started talking about the possibility of having children. Most of their friends already had children, and they knew that their moment was also approaching. Mary really wanted to have kids with Matt, but he had just started a new job and they were waiting for things to stabilize a bit before start trying seriously to have a baby.

They had been married for almost 3 years now, but they were together since they were twenty. Mary was very much in love with her husband and knew that she couldn’t have wished for a better partner. Tender, careful, he treated her as if it was still their first engagement day.

Their sexual life was also not bad. Certainly it was not like the first years, when passion burned them and they could spend hours devouring themselves as if they wanted to be consumed by the kissing. Tenderness had taken the place of wild sex, and although they continued to have intimate moments with a certain regularity, the fantasy of the early days was gone, and by now they do sex mainly in the missionary position. Their sexual intercourse were fairly standard, with a lot of love and little sex. Matt was quite well equipped between the legs, but the length of the intercourse had never been his best quality in bed, and lately she didn’t always reach the orgasm. But Mary was fine with that, she was glad to pleasure him and she liked when he was happy.

When she met Matt he was a handsome guy, blond, tall, blue eyes. Even if he had never been lean, he practiced various sports, and over the years he had kept himself fit enough. Also Mary, when looking to herself in the mirror, did not feel disappointed by what she saw, she had managed to maintain the body that she had when was ten years younger. Her breasts were still firm, not large but round and with small pink nipples, and her butt was tight, thanks to the swimming pool she attended twice a week. Her pride was her skin, still smooth and elastic like silk. But the best part of Mary was her face, sweet, with big blue eyes, and a cheeky blond bob that gave her a young and fresh air.

When Mary got home she found Matt waiting for her as expected. She knew that he probably had taken a few hours of permit from his job to be able to get home earlier and have time to prepare all. How sweet and kind he was. The table was set with candles to give the room a romantic touch, and a bottle of good red wine completed the scene.

“I love you, darling.” Matt whispered, hugging her from behind and kissing her tenderly on the neck.

“I love you too, my dear.” Mary replied back.

“Happy birthday for your wonderful 32 years, honey.”

“Thank you, my love.”

They started dinner, and laughed and drank all the wine while eating baked fish prepared by Matt. Finally the time for gifts came and Matt handed her an envelope with anxious eyes, curious to see her reaction. Mary opened the envelope and found a red coupon. She read it carefully and then jumped on the chair for joy.

“You enrolled me in the ceramic course! I cared so much! But how did you remember it? “

Matt looked at her with eyes full of love. For some years now she had been telling him how much she would have liked to participate in a ceramic course. It was since she was a girl that she had this interest, and since her job was boring but gave her some free time she would have liked to have a hobby.

/—/

The course was only one week and lasted three days, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 16 pm. to 18 pm. Mary could not wait to start and when the first day finally arrive she was beside herself with excitement. She arrived early at the course venue, a multipurpose room made available by the municipality, and met the other participants. There were only six of them, but Mary was happy: “Better this way” she tough, “The teacher will have more bursa escort time to dedicate to each of us.” The other participants were all women and Mary was the youngest one. She knew none of them, but they seemed to have all nice faces. They entered and began to chat while waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Shahrazad arrived five minutes late. The word beautiful was not the best adjective to describe her, but that attractive lady in her fifties was certainly hard not to be noticed. She was tall, very well-groomed and smiling, and emanated a sophisticated and charismatic aura. She had to have Italian or middle eastern origins, with a beautiful face with vaguely persian features and a mediterranean complexion. She had shoulder-length black hair, dark and deep eyes and a beautiful mouth, whose fleshy lips were highlighted by a dark red lipstick. She wore a black skirt, high heels and a white blouse. Mary only vaguely noticed that she must have beautiful natural breasts, highlighted by the blouse that barely contained them. Her big breast was impossible not to notice, it looked so huge and full under the blouse. She also had a golden pendant with a bizarre shape, that rocked at the beginning of the just hinted neckline.

The course started and Shahrazad turned out to be an excellent teacher. She was very nice and always had a ready joke with which she managed to make the whole class laugh. Mary often remained as if hypnotized admiring the skill with which Shahrazad’s well-groomed hands caressed and modeled the clay. There was something almost sensual in the movement of those hands. She had tapered fingers and soft skin, with perfect nails glazed in red. When Shahrazad first approached her, Mary was almost dazed by the intensity of her perfume, sweet and exotic like an oriental night.

The course seemed to fly away, Shahrazad’s lessons were fun and they passed so quickly that every time it seemed to Mary that they ended too early. Shahrazad was a wonderful teacher, and besides this she was also an incredibly cheerful and cultured woman. It seemed to Mary that the teacher had a special sympathy towards her, she devoted more time to her than to the others, teaching her some special clay tricks, and never missed an opportunity to talk to Mary and ask about her life, her job and her husband. Sometimes it happened that Shahrazad, explaining her how to model clay better, turned around her, brushing her with her breast, and on a couple of occasions Mary absently noticed a soft pressure on the neck or shoulders, when Shahrazad leaned casually against her, bending forward to make her put her hands better on the clay. One day, during a short break, Shahrazad gave her a shoulder massage, saying that she was too tense and that body must be relaxed when works the clay. Shahrazad’s hands were as skilled at massaging as at modeling clay, Mary discovered. She had strong but at the same time delicate fingers, and Mary would have gladly abandoned herself even more to that wonderful massage if she hadn’t been annoyed by that bulky breast, which pushed hard behind her nape.

A nice harmony was created within the group and the final lesson arrived quickly. “Dear girls, we have reached the end of these wonderful days, and I hope they have been great for you as much as they have been great for me. I am sorry to have to leave you already, you have been excellent students, nice and full of talent, so I want to celebrate. What about an evening between girls? I invite you all to dinner out!” The girls applauded and thanked her for all the things she had taught them. One of them could not go to dinner because her husband was away for work and their young son would have remained home alone, but the others immediately started to organize and decide where to go for dinner. Mary was undecided, it was Friday evening and she knew that it was an important evening for Matt, it was the end of the working week and they usually celebrated with an intimate dinner.

While she was thinking, she felt a presence behind her, accompanied by an indistinguishable perfume, and got it was Shahrazad. She turned and found the teacher looking at her smiling.

“So Mary, what are you waiting for to say you’re coming?”

“Oh Shahrazad, I really don’t know, it’s Friday night and I usually have a special dinner with my husband after the working week.”

“Oh, come on! I bet he will arrive home tired and will not have time to devote to his beautiful wife.” Saying this she winked at her, smiling. She also put her hands on her hips and this gesture made her bring her shoulders slightly backwards. That posture made her breasts stand out even more. “Her breast must be really huge” Mary thought. She also remained vaguely surprised by how it still seemed full and firm despite her age, not so young anymore.

Mary blushed slightly and finally decided: “Oh, okay then, after all it’s a special occasion, it’s the last day of the course!” Indeed she was sorry that she would never have seen her classmates again and, for some reason, above all she was escort bursa sorry that she would never have seen her teacher again.

“Exactly, very good Mary!” Saying this Shahrazad took her by the arm to drag her towards the others girls, and in doing it involuntarily rubbed Mary’s arm with her massive chest. As she was being dragged away, Mary called Matt to warn him that she would have not be home for dinner. He was a bit annoyed but, as the excellent husband he was, he understood the needs of his wife and even encouraged her.

“It’s fine honey, go and have fun.”

/—/

They chose a French cuisine restaurant, with a very welcoming atmosphere and soft lighting. In a small fireplace in the corner some crackling wood was burning, giving a pleasant warmth to the whole environment. They sat down and Shahrazad took place right in front of Mary. The time to order wine and the other four girls began immediately to talk about their husbands. Shahrazad didn’t seem very interested in the topic and started chatting with Mary. “You know Mary, you were a really good student, very gifted, I really mean it. In fact, I want to confess you a little secret, but you have to promise not to tell to the others… You have always been my favorite… ” And so saying, she blew her a kiss from above the table, and for the second time that day she gave her a sly wink. For some reason, Mary blushed and felt slightly troubled by that gesture.

After a while they chatted about this and that, Shahrazad snorted, and waving the air near her face with one hand she said: “Uff, how hot it is in here! I feel suffocated.” And saying this she took off the red cardigan she wore, showing the low-cut black shirt she was wearing underneath. The cleavage of the shirt was highlighted by a corolla of brilliants, and the pendant she had shone in the deep valley designed by those soft breasts. Even Mary, who sat opposite to her, could not help but take a quick look in that direction.

She had never been attracted to women, and not even when she was younger had she played games with her high school friends. But like all women she recognized the beauty of the female body, and in this case such a beautiful breast was impossible not to admire. “I wonder how crazy will have become all the guys who ended up in bed with her…” thought Mary, well aware of the love of boys for boobs. Matt liked them too, and his favorite petting was to touch them and then suck on her nipples. She enjoyed the feeling, but she never fully understood what he found in clinging to her breast like a little baby.

Mary was suddenly interrupted in her thoughts by a friend of hers, who asked, turning to Shahrazad: “And what you tell us, dear professor, isn’t there a husband waiting for you at home?” Shahrazad chuckled, bringing a hand to her mouth. “Oh no my dear, certainly not a husband!”

“And you’ve never been married?”

“No, but don’t worry about me, when I feel like it I have no problem finding someone to warm the bed with!” Saying this she secretly winked at Mary for the umpteenth time, who felt a little disturbed by that gesture.

“You won’t tell us you’re a lesbian!” their friend replied.

Everyone laughed, all the wine they drank was having effect, and someone else changed the subject, but Mary noticed fleetingly that Shahrazad just smiled, without answering yes or no.

The evening quickly came to an end, and they all left the place a little tipsy. Mary called Matt to come and pick her up, and in the meantime the others girls started to go each one to her own home, exchanging warm greetings and promises to meet again soon. While was waiting for Matt, Mary remained alone with Shahrazad.

“You know Mary, I’m really sorry not to see you again, I was serious when I said you were my favorite. You have a natural talent for ceramics and it’s a pity not to put it to good use. Indeed, listen to what I propose you, why don’t you keep practicing? I could give you private lessons at my house, so you’d learn faster.” Saying this she approached Mary smiling, taking her hands in hers. It was colder outside than inside the restaurant, but Shahrazad was still in her shirt, and her turgid nipples were noticeable under the shirt.

“Oh Shahrazad, thank you very much for the invitation, I don’t really know what to say, but I don’t know if it is the case, we don’t have much money in this period and private lessons I guess will be expensive” In reality they did not lack in money, and indeed she would have liked to learn the art of ceramics better, but for some reason Shahrazad was beginning to make her uncomfortable, perhaps because of all those winks. Taken aback, it was the first excuse that came to her mind for not having to accept the invitation.

“Oh, come on Mary, don’t be silly! Don’t worry about the money, really, I want to offer you at least the first lesson for free as friend, then you will decide if you want to continue or not. So, what do you say? I would really love it. I feel like something special about you…” bursa escort bayan Saying this she got even closer, almost too much. So close she was that that exotic perfume hit Mary with all its fragrance. She kept watching Mary intensely in the eyes.

Mary felt confused and lost for a moment in that deep look, and not knowing what to reply, she heard herself respond: “Oh well, if you put it like this Shahrazad, then I don’t know how to refuse. Thanks for the invitation, I will be happy to come.”

“I am really happy too, you’ll see, you’ll like it…” Shahrazad smiled, and still holding her hands in her owns, she came one step even closer. Mary almost thought for a second she was going to kiss her, but just then she heard the horn of a car ringing behind her. Matt had arrived.

“Well, your charming prince has arrived. Bye then, I’ll wait for you tomorrow at 5 pm. Here is my address.” She slipped a note into her hand, and without leaving time to Mary to think of anything, she kissed her on the cheek, but almost at the corner with the mouth, and left.

Mary got into the car slightly upset.

“Was that your teacher?” Matt asked.

“Yes, her name is Shahrazad, why?”

“Wow, very beautiful woman.”

Mary nudged him: “Stupid you, you’re all the same you men, you see a nice pair of boobs and you don’t understand anything anymore!”

“With two tits like that, she would make even a woman fall in love!” Matt justified himself, laughing.

“Well, be careful then, because your wife is going to have a private lesson at her place tomorrow, if you understand what I mean.” Mary replied, teasing.

“Uhmm, fine for me, just tell me everything later!” Matt said jokingly.

With a roar he started the engine, and they went home.

/—/

When the day of the private lesson came, Mary could not deny that she was a little nervous. What was happening to her? During the night she had dreamed that she went to a restaurant with Matt, and while they were sitting at their table, all of a sudden Shahrazad had arrived holding the hand of another young woman, strangely very similar to Mary herself. When Shahrazad entered the room, she looked smiling at her and winked. Mary had woken up sweaty and with the heart beating very fast, as if she had a nightmare. Why Shahrazad was upsetting her so deeply? Could she really be a lesbian? “Oh, come on!” Mary said to herself, “It’s just my imagination, I stupidly made myself influenced by evidences that exist only in my mind”. Not that Mary had anything against lesbians, on the contrary, it’s just that during her life in that small provincial town she had not met many, and it seemed impossible that just Shahrazad, her ceramic teacher, was one of them. However, for some reason, she felt a little nervous about being alone with that curvy lady. “Even if she is lesbian, it’s impossible she would flirt with me, she knows I’m married to a man!” Mary said to herself, in order to calm down.

At 5 p.m. she rang the doorbell of Shahrazad’s house. It was a beautiful cottage, with a garden full of roses. Shahrazad opened the door almost immediately. She was wearing makeup, with red lipstick and mascara to underline her intense gaze. She had a slightly unbuttoned red blouse under which was possible to glimpse the white bra which tried to hold that massive chest.

“Mary, my dear! It’s nice to see you again. Come here!” And so saying, she hug Mary tightly for a few seconds, pressing her large breast against Mary’s more modest one. Mary almost lost her breath, so pressed against those soft tits. It was the first time she experimented the feeling of another woman’s breast against hers, and the sensation gave her an electric shock across the back. She barely had time to notice the intoxicating scent of Shahrazad’s hair before she took Mary by the hand and dragged her into the house.

“Come, come in please, you’re very welcome!” It was a beautiful house, furnished in exotic style, with a pleasant smell of sandalwood in the air and various lighted candles. A slight jazz melody came out of an old turntable. Shahrazad led Mary to the laboratory where she had the pottery plate and they started to work, chatting of this and that. As they worked, Mary finally began to relax, the background music was pleasant and Shahrazad was smiling and nice as always. How had she even could possibly thought that Shahrazad wanted to seduce her?

Then she noticed casually that a third button of Shahrazad’s blouse must have opened while working. Her white bra was now sticking out from under the blouse, and Mary noticed the contrast between the white of the lace and the tan complexion of that soft breast. She even had a little skin mole, quite similar to a heart, on her left breast. In fact, Shahrazad, to better explain how to put her hands, was bent forward on the table, so that her deep cleavage was exactly in front of Mary’s eyes. Her pendant now hung free in the void swinging back and forth hypnotically. Mary lost herself for a moment observing the rocking, involuntarily looking directly inside that magnificent neckline. Suddenly, a detail she never noticed before captured her attention. Shahrazad’s pendant depicted two people embraced, clanged to each other in an evident erotic act. Two people, two women.

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*Before you start reading just know that I wrote this for my girlfriend and she has encouraged me to put myself on here again as a writer, since after her reading this she jumped me on the couch.

Let me start at the beginning of how I first met Brandi. Like a fair few people in their mid twenties I went online to search for someone to call my own. From the start I was sceptical of people, especially when every first sentence or question if you will was the same from others. Until Brandi, she was different new and exciting from that moment I knew there was just something special about her, how special she would be to me I wouldn’t know until it literally smacked me in the face one day a couple weeks after initial contact.

In the following few weeks we talked constantly to the point of distraction. Nothing was off limits, I felt I could be myself when talking with her and she the same. It was only after a week we agreed to date each other and not even a month before we admitted our feelings of love. Even though we only live a suburb apart it has been difficult trying to meet officially it’s coming close to two month mark. It sometimes felt we were in a long distance relationship but lived in the same city. I’d like to say I was always patient and level headed with waiting but that wasn’t always the case a few times I lost my cool due to frustration and unintentionally made her feel bad thus hurting her. Those couple of times as soon as I realised what I’d done I felt ill. It was like hurting myself when making her feel bad. I knew in those moments how much I felt for her, loved her and cherished her.

Due to work commitments it was impossible to meet on Christmas like we had planned but it couldn’t have been helped. Fires had broken out in parts of Victoria causing devastation and heartache everywhere it reached. We made up for us not meeting by sexting and exchanging very arousing clips of each other pleasuring ourselves, what I would have been willing to give to be there with her. Everything we talked about that night and next just further built up a burning passionate desire to pleasure her, it rose up within like a inferno.

Finally New Years Eve was almost upon us and I vowed I would not be denied one day longer of feeling my arms wrapped around her and my lips upon hers. I was to be working that day but my plan was already in motion for the seduction of Brandi. Among other things I picked up rose oil and bath salts so we could soak in her tub after we had a meal of nuggets and other stuff (as nuggets are her favourite thing to eat). Planned to arrive at her home around 3:30 in the afternoon after cleaning up after my day in gardens.

New Years Eve

Today is the day I finally get to see her, my Brandi. At work I did my best to keep focused on tasks at escort bayan bursa hand, it was hard but I managed to work till 2. Driving home felt like longest hour of my life. Finally getting home after being stuck in traffic I raced up flight of stairs to apartment, stripping off clothing once entered heading straight for a quick shower. Jumping out of shower water droplets moving down my body. The cool air hitting my body causing my nipples to harden as I walk to clothes laid out early in the morning. I briefly give myself a once over in the mirror thinking again how I could be so lucky as to have a woman as gorgeous as Brandi to call my own. Dressing with care choosing black butterfly panties and black bra to go underneath hip/ass hugging jeans and cotton button up top. I finish off with my traditional converse shoes and putting my hair up in a bun. Grab presents and other stuff I needed to take with me to Brandis house.

Driving over butterflies decided to sneak off my panties and into my stomach, I was nervous seeing her, I couldn’t help it. Arriving at her nice house I got out of car grabbed the stuff and walked up to her door. I’m so glad I placed stuff down cause not a half a minute went by after I knocked before the door was flung open and she was jumping into my arms. As lips were smashing together as her legs and arms wrapped around my body butterflies were no more. Back of my mind we were cheering for a few reasons 1 we didn’t fall, 2 really glad we didn’t drop our baby, 3 wowsa she was a good kisser and 4 omg she just feels so good against me. Finally coming up for air, I rest my forehead against hers and say “Well hello to you too baby.” Brandi replies “I did give you fair warning when we met I couldn’t resist jumping you babe.”

I found it incredibly cute that she had a slight blush to her cheeks. I slowly let her legs down one by one still keeping arms around her lower back hands resting on her ass.

Turning around whilst grabbing my shirt pulling me into the house behind her, I’m just thankful I was quick enough to dash back to door to bring in the stuff I’d brought.

Leading me to the couch we sit down, well more Brandi sits on my lap snuggling close. We both start talking at same time. Chuckling she allows me to go first. I ask if she would like to open the few little gifts I got her for Christmas, she’s nodding as I finish asking her. Glad they were right beside me I place gift bag in her lap. As she starts opening each one I’m nervous again cause I don’t know if she would. I told her to leave card and little envelope till last. As she opens both the card and the little envelope she gets a little emotional so I wrap arms around her a little tighter. As she finishes reading both things she places everything to the side and turns to straddle bursa sinirsiz eskort me. Brandi gives me pecks between each word of her telling me I am the most caring, honest and loving person she’s ever met. I reply ” It’s not much but I felt, no I needed to show you in some way that you are always on my mind”.

We end up making out on the couch, one minute we were fully clothed next second we were both topless. Don’t ask me where the shirts and bras went. I’m laying on my back as she is draped over me kissing down my neck. Before we get to much farther she slides off the couch and guides us to her bedroom. Once there she slides her hands to my jeans unbuttoning and pulling zip down, then pushing jeans down my legs. As she comes back up she grazes her fingers along the front of panties. “Mmm Alicia did you wear these ones for me?”. I reply ” Yes Brandi as I know how much you liked seeing me in them from that pic I sent you”.

Brandi talking back as she slides down to knees says ” I really did love seeing you in them” she pauses as she licks crutch of panties making me shiver ” but not as much as I love seeing you out of them”. Brandi pulls down my panties drawing a hand up my leg till she reaches pubic mound stroking the soft curly hair there, she moves her face to just in front of slit, her tongue slowly licking from bottom to top. I moan as I bite my lip from sensations she’s creating with her mouth and hand.

She uses hand to pull apart pussy lips and starts giving me slow licks, thrusting her tongue inside, occasionally sucking clit into her mouth. I try to speak but it’s difficult cause my mouth is dried out from breathing hard. Finally I get out ” Baby my knees are weak I think we need to move this to the bed”. She starts shuffling me back till back of my knees hit the bed making me fall onto the mattress. In this new position half on half off the bed Brandi spreads my legs wider diving back in, she moves her tongue over my clit as she thrusts two fingers inside my soaked pussy making me moan. As Brandi looks up at me I’m gazing down at her for a moment till something she did with her tongue has me tipping my head back moaning and hands gripping the quilt tightly between my fingers. One last thrust of her fingers and sucking hard on my clit has me going over the climax cliff juices going into Brandis waiting mouth.

After that she lays down beside me drawing patterns on my quivering stomach whilst I’m trying to catch my breath. From side draw Brandi pulls out her rabbit for us to use, I take it off her and put it to the side to use soon. Not yet though. I position her on her back and move down between her legs draping them over my shoulders. I start out unsure of what exactly to do. I start stroking her hair with one escort bayan hand as I’m placing kisses up her thigh drawing close to her pussy. Using other hand I pull lips apart using tongue I lick from rosebud to clit circling around it. Licking quicker now using thumb of one finger to stroke her clit and other hand pushing two fingers into her tightness, I hear her moan. Her hands are now tangled in my hair repositioning me to where she wants me the most I don’t mind that.

Once I got her all nice and gushing, I wanted to try something more. I kept my tongue action going on while I moved my body slightly, reaching for the rabbit. Repositioning, I rose up on my knees, her ass and thighs resting against top of my thighs. Whilst I kept up stroking actions onto her clit. I rubbed the rabbit around her entrance not yet turning it on. Once it was nice and wet I slowly pushed it into her till it was all the way in. I switched it on t highest vibration setting making her moan. She made a great display of thrusting her hips up every time I thrust the rabbit down into her. I leaned forward kissing her lips moaning as we each tasted each other essence in the others mouth. Kissing my way down her neck till I reached her hard dark nipples. Drawing one into my mouth sucking and flicking it with my tongue.

At this stage she was ready to go off. I repositioned rabbit. “Arch your back Brandi,” I said as I inhaled could smell her intoxicating aroma. She did so willingly. I let my arm go into over drive thrusting rabbit into her and just at the precipice I push one finger int her tight rosebud causing my sweet Brandi to squirt all over my hand and thighs.

I pull out rabbit turning it off, placing it to the side and laying down next to her as she catches her breath. “I guess I’ll have to make it a point to take time off work and enjoy more time and naked time with you some more then,” Brandi said between breaths. With last of her energy she laid herself half on top of me, kissing each softly till we both fell asleep in each others arms.

The Next Morning

“Hey,” Brandi asked softly, “can I join?”

I was halfway thru my clean up when she’d opened the shower stall door. “Sure. I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” I offered.

She gave me a sly grin as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. I signalled her to turn with her back to me, poured some liquid soap in my hands and began lathering her up.

“Did you think you could leave me with only a kiss,” she said as she backed up against me.

“I thought you were asleep when I kissed you,” I whispered into her ear.

“I was. You are such a romantic – I assumed you kissed me because that’s what you always said you would do when messaging me scenarios. Mmmm baby you have a light touch.”

“We were up late,” I teased.

“You are up early,” she let her left hand travel down between us until she ran her fingers along my slit. “Mmm yes I’m up early gotta go to work today just for a few hours then I’ll be racing back to your arms babe” I say as I’m kissing along her neck…

To be continued…

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Doctor Samantha Ewing sat back at her kitchen chair enjoying a cup of steaming peppermint tea. She had just brought her morning newspaper inside to unwrap and enjoy her daily routine. Life was routine after all and to invite a divergence from routine would simply breed discontent and disappointment in her life. Samantha learnt many years ago to keep it simple in her life. After attending university and applying herself to becoming a plastic surgeon, she had earned a lucrative salary and a prestigious place in society. But she eked out her existence in modest ways in order to prevent discouraging failings of the other people in her life. She could only rely on herself, thus she lived alone, making for herself a life that was comfortable, practical, and uncomplicated.

Last week, she had strained her lower back muscles while trying to lift a heavy box up into her attic. Her back ached as she sat at her straight backed wooden kitchen chair. Leafing through the paper past all the current contemporary news, the distastefully avaricious advertisements, and the burgeoning social commentaries ever present in our media, she found the classifieds. The medical section caught her curious, wavering eyes. One particularly succinct and inviting ad captured Samantha’s attention.

Sore Back? Muscles Tight? All Stressed Out?

Delight Yourself With Touch. Pamper Yourself With My Magic Hands.

Contact Sherry Everett at 555-6678. Women Only Please.

Feeling the nagging agony of her tight gnarled muscles now leaning against the wooden chair, she decided that perhaps one sinful indulgence was in order. Samantha wouldn’t normally treat herself to such luxuries, but in this case she could resist the simple temptation no longer. The pain in her back was worsening and she needed to see someone about this soon. Besides, Sherry’s ad was mysteriously inviting.

Picking up the nearby telephone, she rang the phone number in the ad. A soft voice was heard at the other end of the line.

Sherry — “Hello there. It’s pretty early for a Saturday morning.”

Samantha — “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t believe 10AM on a weekend was all that early. Shall I call back later or perhaps another day?”

Sherry — “I’m awake now, sunshine. How can I help you?”

Samantha — “I strained my back trying to bite off more than I could chew when I was packing some mementoes away in my attic. I’m afraid I really need a good massage.”

Sherry — “What kind of mementoes?”

Samantha — “Pardon?”

Sherry — “Heavy mementoes it seems. Were they photographs? Old diaries? Snow Globes perhaps?”

Samantha — Giggles softly, a bit amused. “Maybe they were old pulp romance novels. Or old wine corks from the bottles of wine consumed in my bitter loneliness. Could be my old porcelain dolls or my widget collection? Maybe it’s the many prescription bottles I’ve had to take to put out of my mind the ramblings of insistently, hyper curious nosy parkers.”

Sherry — “I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect or to be overly invasive. I just think a person’s mementoes are very telling of a person’s character.”

Samantha — “I’m not mad, sweetie. They were actually patient registries from ten years ago when I first became a doctor.”

Sherry — “You’re a doctor? I don’t think I’ve ever had a doctor before.”

Samantha — “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had a massage therapist before either.”

Sherry — “A first for both of thus then. What kind of medicine do you practice?”

Samantha — “I’m a plastic surgeon, Sherry. What kind of medicine do you practice?”

Sherry — “Oh I practice the art of sensual touch and aromatherapy. I encourage women of all ages to indulge for themselves the wonders and magic of my adept hands. The atmosphere of my discreet, relaxing home will leave you spellbound. My fingertips will deliver euphoria to your aching muscles. Your stresses and worries will be swept away in the wake of ever moving tides of pleasure surfing through your wanting body. You will awaken the next morning with a new raison d’aitre and a new perspective on the refreshing ways we can entreat our bodies to what they truly deserve.”

Samantha — “Sounds rehearsed, sweetie. Say that three times fast.”

Sherry — “You’re very witty. I look forward to getting my mitts on you, sunshine.”

Samantha — “Strangely enough, I look forward to that too. Shall we discuss rates and availability?”

Sherry — “Don’t normally work on the weekend. It’s sacred. But I’ll make an exception. And the first visit is free. The first taste is free then you’re hooked. And I guarantee you’ll be back.”

Samantha — “Like a drug dealer. *Giggles* You’re very confident in your abilities, Sherry. I admire that in a woman. Could I come over today?”

Sherry — “How about now? You live in town?”

The women discuss their neighborhoods and Samantha hangs up the phone after making an appointment for a half hour from then. Samantha wanted to find out how long she would be there, as she intended to run her routine errands, but Sherry replied that she would be there “as long as it takes and as long görükle escort as you want to accept me as your guide to your own body.”

Samantha hopped into a warm shower rubbing lavender oils over her soft, supple skin. After five minutes of sudsy pleasure, she turned off the shower reaching for a fluffy towel. She carefully patted her body dry. Looking in the mirror, she saw herself naked. “Yes”, she thought, “this will be good for me. Sherry seems adorable and fun and I think I’ve deserved a little pampering for some time. If she’s half as good as she has convinced herself she is, she will at least allay the pain in my back.”

Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a young woman of thirty five staring back. Her long mane of blonde hair draped wet clinging to her neck and down her back. Her ample breasts, untouched by her own augmenting surgeries, still drew the attention of others, but Samantha rarely allowed herself to flaunt her body. She was an athletic lady, with a basement full of exercise equipment, and often coerced her body at the end of a long day at the office on a sojourn along the river’s edge. She still was a woman that could attract the world, couldn’t she? She wasn’t yet over the point of no return, was she?

Dismissing that thought without a direct answer, she blew dry her hair and let it curl on its own. For a rare exception, she donned a few conservative pieces of jewelry, actually used makeup, pulled on frilly undergarments of black Venetian lace, and slipped into a beautiful yellow sarong. She had never worn this particular garment which was a gift a few years back from a happy patient. There never really was a chance. But Samantha felt capricious all of a sudden. So here she was.

Picking up a small clutch bag with her wallet and keys safely placed inside, she locked up her condominium heading to the underground garage. Getting to her car, she had second thoughts. She sat there for a full minute debating with herself over the merits of giving in to this temptation. She very nearly got out of the car and went upstairs to call Sherry back to cancel. But all of a sudden, she reached for the key in the ignition. And off she was to see the woman that would change her life forever.

***

Samantha drove the short distance down the tree lined boulevard towards her destination. Sherry’s residence and den of iniquity was merely blocks away from her comfortable home. Samantha secretly wondered if she had met the mysterious massage therapist in her wanderings of day to day life. At a grocery store or the mall innocently picking up the necessities of life. Waiting in line at the banking tellers. Perhaps they knew each other from afar, at least to see and recognize each others face, and especially since they lived virtually in the same neighborhood.

Samantha mused about how this might be good for her and also marveled on Sherry’s guarantee that she would gladly return to her after the first taste of her sultry offerings of pleasure. She reached to turn off the radio in her console as her mind continued to wander. She had never been to a massage therapist before. She didn’t know what to expect. Would she be naked during her session? What covert secrets did Sherry have that ensured her confidence in her abilities to draw her like a moth back to raging flame?

Samantha took a deep breath letting it out slowly. She pulled onto Sherry’s avenue and looked down the block at the address numbers on each of the houses. She soon found the rightful number. Sherry’s home was modest at first glance. The front yard was impeccably groomed. In the centre of the yard was a small pond, merely a meter deep or so, filled with colorful fish and floating lily pads. Rocks of different sizes, shapes, and colors adorned a small path around the pond. There was a little bench fashioned in red mahogany placed for comfortable afternoons of enjoying the soft breezes of nature and the pleasant surroundings Sherry afforded herself and her guests. The foliage of the front yard was flamboyant and of vibrant pastels.

Samantha pulled up the cobble stoned driveway beside the ’67 Corvette Stingray (a convertible at that). Her mind quickly descended to visions of a beautiful young woman zooming down the freeways with her long hair blowing in the wind. In that vision, she saw the woman look over from her seat probing deeply at her voyeur…..lowering her dark glasses and winking at her with wanton and playful lust. Samantha giggled to herself as she shook herself from that daydream.

Turning off the ignition of her car, she got out of her vehicle taking with her the clutch bag she had brought. She slowly meandered up to the front door. As she reached the door and was about to press the door bell, she noticed a note on the door. It was a small envelope with her name written in calligraphy. Opening the screen door, she opened the envelope with her fast moving fingers desperate to read the message inside. Flipping open the note inside, made of the woven material often used in wedding invitations, she read the contents.

Sunshine,

Inside this envelope, you will find eskort bayan two keys. The larger of the two will let you in the back yard. Go there now and let yourself inside. Are you there yet? Close the gate behind you please. We don’t want any intrusions on our frolicking, do we?

As you can see, I have a pool and a hot tub. I’ve done pretty well in life, eh? Perhaps you might consider yourself to be in the wrong gig. And my line of work has its benefits, Samantha, as I get to surround myself with stunningly beautiful women that simply want to unleash the pleasure in their own bodies. I am their guide.

So let me guide you to the little shed off to your right. The same key that let you inside the gate will let you in this little cabana. Inside, you will find a robe laying over a chair for you.

Remove all your clothes. Leave all your belongings there. Rest assured, they are safe inside. Naked as the day you were born? Yummy. Throw on the robe please. It’s so very soft and fluffy and smells like spring!

There is a glass of freshly poured bubbly in the fridge to your left. Indulge yourself as you go and take a nice soak in the hot tub.

The high trees of my yard will prevent any naughty peeping Tom or Jane’s from seeing your stunning body that I will soon be entreated to what it truly deserves. There is a clock radio built into the tub. Once inside, press the red button. Close your eyes. Dismiss all thoughts. Relax. Take a deep breath. Let every muscle in your body unwind. And enjoy your tasty beverage. Let it loosen your inhibitions a bit. Make my job a little easier and your day a little brighter..

When the timer rings in a half hour, take a few laps in the pool. Let the cool waters lower the throbbing temperature in your body. Once you have swum a few laps of the breast stroke, a towel has been placed beside the pool. Pat down your body of the cool droplets of water running down your skin. Don your robe.

The second key lets you inside my home. Close the sliding glass door behind you. Once again, we don’t want any unexpected visitors, do we?

Go up the stairs and it will lead you to your destination. Disrobe. Lay down on the table. Enjoy the music. Close your eyes. And wait for me. When I’m ready, you had better be too. Or Else.

Sherry

Samantha began to follow the directions of Sherry word for word. Something drew her to follow her instructions to the letter of the law. She let herself into the gate with the key found inside. Closing the gate behind her, she turned around to see through the eyes of Eve the panoramic visions of a garden of paradise.

Samantha was speechless and everlastingly happy she came.

***

Samantha let herself into the back gate and securely closed it behind her listening for click of the lock. Indeed, she didn’t want anyone following her into the backyard either. As she turned around to take a gander at the surroundings, she found out that her first look of the “modest” residence was an optical illusion. It was a huge back yard that stretched back all the way into an excavated tract of land bounded by dense forest. The fences were tall, nearly ten feet, surrounding the perimeter of this little paradise on Earth.

Along the back edge of the property, Samantha could see a trail composed of chips of wood bark ascending the hill up to a gate at the edge of the forest. That trail ran up the middle of two terraced gardens in marble. The gardens were full of lush colorful plants and exotic flowers, of the likes Samantha had never before seen, and waterfalls on each side emptied into troughs running along the edges of the terraces and seemed to sustain and feed the beautiful vegetation. Bird feeders scattered the grounds hence the sound of songbirds filled the air.

Samantha saw the large pool and hot tub mentioned in Samantha’s note, and a raised patio at the sliding glass door, but she immediately sauntered over to the cabana to her right. She was eager to follow her instructions, drawn to the impending surprises that Sherry undoubtedly had in store for her. Samantha was already set aback at the grounds of Sherry’s private paradise, and did not expect anything this extravagant in her visit, so she hastily let herself inside.

The cabana was well decorated. She found a little closet full of clothes of varying sizes and styles. She spotted a little love seat. But the most notable feature of the cabana was the presence of full sized mirrors on most of the surfaces of the walls. Every direction she looked, she saw reflections of herself. Samantha wondered if Sherry was vain. Or perhaps it was her clientele that was vain….and if so, did that include her?

She spotted the fluffy robe laid over the chair, like Sherry had told her, and looked at herself taking one last deep breath.

“Ok self. Show time. No backing out now. Do yourself a favor and relax.” “Easier said than done, self. I’m on pins and needles here. Feels like I’m doing something racy.”

Realizing she was talking to herself, Samantha shook her head out of her little trance and giggled madly. altıparmak escort Then her expression on her face became much more serious. It was a shame, she thought, that she couldn’t show off the outfit she had put on for this special occasion. It was so out of character for her to dress herself in such an ostentatious way. Sighing, she let the sarong fall off her slender body onto the ground. Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to smile when it came to mind that she was still a very sexy woman. She turned in all directions looking at the mirrors that seemed to almost enhance her curves and contours. For nearly a minute she was enjoying this little self indulgence then she reached behind to unclasp her black lace bra. Samantha remembered when she bought this lingerie in Venice on her last trip to Europe. She remembered the delightful little Italian saleswoman and just how much she wanted to see her naked. She remembered her dream of later that night.

Purring softly, as her bra fell down onto the floor too. She moved to look and take a profile view of herself playfully posing like a model in front of an ever clickity clacking camera. When her fingertips grazed her own nipples, she found they were hard and very sensitive. Samantha muttered a sharp little moan feeling a pulse of energy rushing through her upper body. She was a little turned on!

Reaching down, Samantha eased her matching panties over her hips letting them fall to the ground as she kicked them into the growing pile of her clothes. Again, she twisted around on the spot to pose for herself. Looking back at her pale alabaster skin, she knew it was time to indulge in tanning. She had never indulged in that, but this visit today was changing her mind already about how she had been denying herself what she likely deserved.

Throwing her clutch bag onto the pile of the clothes on the floor, she reached for the fluffy robe. Putting it on, she smelt the wonderful aroma in it. Whatever that smell was, it was intoxicating. She took one last look around, letting herself out of the cabana. Closing the door behind her, hearing the lock click tight, she proceeded to the hot tub. She hadn’t been in a hot tub for many years.

Samantha suddenly felt a pang of bashfulness. She looked around and had to convince herself nobody was watching her. After a moment, she let the robe fall onto the wooden deck alongside the tub. Stepping down into the pool, she felt the intense heat run up her legs. Slowly, she eased her whole body inside the tub. Then, she remembered the radio. Pressing the red button, some soft jazz filled the air. The wails of the trombone and the trumpet softly seeped into her. Sipping at her champagne (and finishing it quickly with a little buzz in her head), the heat permeated her body and Samantha’s eyes unwittingly closed. She actually for the remaining thirty or so minutes, laid in that cauldron of steaming water, utterly relaxed. Every muscle in her body was loose. She reclined in the tub, laying her head against the edge of the tub, lost in a moment that stood still. Her day dreams were vivid.

When the alarm rang out thirty minutes later, Samantha didn’t even want to get out. She needed a tub just like this for her home. But she reluctantly emerged. She brought her robe to the edge of the pool. Now looking closer, she saw the bottom of the pool was decorated in a tiled mosaic of a stunningly gorgeous woman. Clothed in what appeared to a half-toga, Samantha wondered if the illustration was a rendition of Aphrodite.

Finding the diving board at the edge of the pool, she dived into the water. The sudden cold of the pool woke her from the stupor of earlier….and her whole body shivered if only for a moment. But the feeling of extremes in temperature rushed through her body. She stretched her arms and legs as she exerted those relaxed muscles in a few laps of the large pool. A few minutes later, she emerged from the pool completely refreshed. Her hair straightened when it was wet and it draped and clung to her back. She found the towel Sherry had promised would be there and Samantha wiped down the excess droplets of water running down her body. She put her robe back on looking back over at the house. Taking the key from the envelope, she proceeded to the glass door.

Opening the locked door, she let herself inside. Curtains were strung up in front of one hallway, and strings of beads in front of the other, preventing her from observing the undoubtedly unique décor of the home. Sighing to herself, she found the carpeted staircase and proceeded upstairs. Still no sign of Sherry, Samantha mused, wondering for a blink of a second if she was even here.

But Samantha was willing to test that theory. She proceeded upstairs and entered into the one room with an open door. The room was lit with very somber lighting — merely about ten candles all with the mixed scents of field berries — and the walls of the room were again adorned with mirrors. A couple of chairs were on the edge of the room, and a little cabinet, but apart from those furnishings only the massage table remained. A silken sheet was draped over top of the cushion topped table. Samantha approached it, after dropping her robe over one of the chairs, and climbed up on the table. Laying down on top of the table, on her tummy, she raised her hands up and under the pillow she was resting her head on. She closed her eyes.

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Seven Deeds Ch. 04: The Fourth Deed

It was now Thursday, the day of Deed , and the day for Tonya to meet the one woman who could fuck up her entire world. She had managed to have 3 of her classes changed so far, so her stress level was reduced some, but not entirely. She watched the clock nervously, tapping her pencil on her desk and becoming increasingly uptight as the hands moved quickly towards 12:15 pm ……. lunch time.