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I realized when my marriage of 15 years ended that I didn’t want to do that again. It’s not that I have anything against marriage, it’s just that there are some creatures that simply don’t thrive in captivity. I’m one of them. Instead, I took my show on the road. Taking my lead from those Travel Channel programs, where the host samples the cuisine from various stops along the road, I decided to do the same with sex. Do women in Dallas taste the same as those in Boston? Does a California girl give head like a Georgia peach? These are my journeys. This is my odyssey.

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It smelled like a boring seminar.

I probably wouldn’t have bothered with it except for two things: 1) it was taking place in Vegas and offered up a chance to sample some desert women (I’m not talking professionals here – any collector will tell you the true joy is in the searching, not the easy finding) and 2) it was fucking tax deductible.

I’m not a gambler by any measure but I am a people watcher. After checking into my room, I headed down to the casino. It was four o’clock in the afternoon – too early to start hunting for night time company. I fed $20 into a slot machine and played slowly, watching the crowd around me. The cocktail waitress was cute but she let me know quickly that – though she was a local – she was all business.

There was a banquet scheduled for that night – a kind of “getting to know you” mixer that in the past had proven about as exciting as an autopsy. After wasting a couple of hours walking through the casino, I decided to head back to my room to get ready. As I came through the lobby heading for the elevators, I heard a familiar voice giving the desk clerk royal hell.

“Cathy?” I said, stepping up behind her.

“Richard,” she said, wrapping me in a hug that lasted a New York minute. “The fucking bastards lost my reservation!”

The desk clerk looked embarrassed, not only because of the tone of her voice but its volume. “We’ll have it resolved in just a moment if you’ll…”

“Where’s Jim?” I asked. I’d met Cathy and her husband, Jim at a seminar in Clearwater Beach some two years earlier. Since then we’d kept in touch by infrequent e-mails and an occasional phone conversation. We were by no means good friends but we were grand acquaintances.

“Stayed home. Go figure. Guess he’s losing interest in the old broad. Gail here?”

I held up my left hand, now devoid of a wedding band, and waved my fingers. “Quoth the raven…”

The smile quickly disappeared from Cathy’s face. “No,” she said. “I’m so sorry.” She gripped my arm with both hands and I could see her emotion was genuine.

“I’m not,” I told her.

“Mrs. DeCarlo, the management apologizes for the error and would like to extend you a complementary suite for the duration of your visit.” The desk clerk was all but bowing.

“You bet your ass, you will,” Cathy said.

It was a good time to make my exit. I told Cathy I’d see her at the mixer and strolled off to catch the elevator.

The banquet was all I expected. Aside from the fact that I hate wearing a suit and tie, collegiate types tend not to make the most exciting conversation. They were all wrapped up in their own projects and grant applications. I have to admit, I really didn’t give a rat’s fuck.

When I saw Cathy, I nearly spilled my drink. She was wearing a little black cocktail dress and every man and a few of the women were watching her every move. I remembered Gail commenting on Cathy’s breasts back on Clearwater Beach. Gail said they couldn’t be real, then told me I’d better never find out. Her cleavage in the dress was quite pronounced and stunning on her slender frame. She had to be in her mid to late 40s, yet she had the ass and legs of a teenager. Only the smile lines around her eyes gave away her age. But they were hardly unattractive.

Why had I never taken a closer look at her before? Oh yeah…I was married.

Cathy picked up a glass of champagne and walked over to me. She was obviously experienced in walking in heels. I was trying not to stare.

“You clean up real nice,” she said, gesturing to my suit with the champagne glass.

“You are…” I paused searching for the appropriate word.

She smiled. “Yes?”

“Simply incredible,” I finally managed.

Cathy laughed. She had a somewhat deep, husky voice. From years of smoking I assumed. When she laughed it vibrated in my libido. “You’re good for my ego,” she said. “Did you get a nap in? Looks like we’re in for a boring night.”

I took a sip of my Scotch. “Tell you what. If you start to feel yourself falling asleep, give me a sign and I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“How about this?” she asked, holding up the pinky on her left hand.

I chuckled. “Perfect.”

Seating was assigned. Given my choice, I wouldn’t have left Cathy’s side for the rest of the night. The banquet started with the customary prayer and opening remarks. Cathy was sitting about four tables away. After the gaziantep escort first speaker, I looked over at her to find she was looking at me. She pointed at her champagne glass, then held up three fingers and smiled a dazzling smile.

I got through the salad and chicken-something-or-other, making the smallest of small talk with my fellow academians. When the program finally started, I found myself yawning uncontrollably and flagged down a server to get a cup of coffee. I glanced over at Cathy. She sat her champaign glass on the table in front of her and extended the pinkie of her left hand until it touched her lips. I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bar set up in the rear of the spacious dining room. Cathy waited a couple minutes, then did the same.

“I swear, it gets worse every year,” she whispered as we pretended to order from the bar.

“I’ve got half a notion to blow this off and – in the words of Willie Nelson – go find me a Keno girl who can suck chrome off a trailer hitch.”

I thought she’d laugh. She didn’t. “I think I’m offended,” Cathy said.

“Too crude?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I’m just wondering what the fuck’s wrong with me.”

I looked slowly down her body – from her hair to her lips to her neck to her breasts to her tight stomach and firm legs – and said, “Not a thing. Not a goddam thing.”

Cathy leaned in close. I could smell her perfume and feel her breath on my neck as she whispered, “I don’t have much experience with chrome but I’m very enthusiastic.”

“What about our friendship?” I whispered to her, my lips so close to her ear that they brushed her skin. “Should we risk it?”

She looked at me, face to face, eye to eye, lips almost touching lips. “Let’s,” she whispered.

We walked out of the banquet hall together, not caring if anyone noticed. Once in the elevator, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her lips parted and we both realized at the same time how hungry we were for each other.

“Give me 30 minutes,” she said, and gave me the suite number.

I was several floors below her so I slipped out of the elevator hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. My cock was already hard from the kisses and her scent and I got to my room as quickly as possible for a quick shower. Then I put on a clean pair of boxers, a pair of jeans and a henley shirt.

I found her room at almost 30 minutes on the dot. Cathy opened the door just a crack when I knocked, making sure it was me. Then the door swung open allowing me inside.

If Cathy was beautiful in her little black dress, she was even more stunning in a sheer black halter babydoll. I could see the outline of her aureoles and the thin wisp of a black thong panty. She was breathing hard but her eyes were searching for approval for her rash move.

“My God, Cathy,” I told her, a bit breathlessly myself, “you are beautiful.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. It was hard to keep our mouths together when we were both nearly panting in excitement. She took my hand and led me across the expansive suite to the bed. I took off my watch and put it on the nightstand next to her cell phone. Then I pulled my shirt over my head.

I lowered Cathy to the bed, kissing her lips, her neck, the swell of her breasts. She arched her back and buried her fingers in my hair. I could tell she had showered and reapplied her perfume, not overpowering but soft and fragrant in the valley of her breasts. Her nipples were hard against the lace of the halter and I covered one with my mouth and exhaled against the material.

“Oh fuck,” she said in that husky voice. “Oh fuck, Richard, we’re really going to do this.”

I raised up and looked in her eyes without saying a word.

“I used to fantasize about this,” she confessed, pushing my hair back behind my ears. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve orgasmed to visions of you fucking me.”

“Really?” I asked. It was all I could think of to say under the circumstances.

She smiled and patted my cheek. “Do you think I’d pack this if I’d planned on sleeping alone?”

I kissed her nose. I let my lips brush the nape of her neck, her ear lobe. My hand slid the strap of the babydoll over her shoulder and down her arm, freeing her left breast. I caressed it, then brushed my palm in a circular motion over the nipple.

Gail was wrong.

As full and beautiful as it was, her breast was soft and supple and natural and I couldn’t wait to lower my mouth to it. Her back arched and the full and throaty moan that escaped her lips was something I regret not having on tape. She loved the attention. I sucked the nipple between my lips. I flicked it with my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around and around her incredibly smooth pink aureole. She was turning her head from side to side. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I slid the other strap down. She pulled her arms free and both breasts were revealed. I must have been staring. She looked so beautiful. I heard a buzzing in my head and wondered if I should have had that last drink.

Then I realized the buzzing was coming from the night stand.

Cathy’s eyes snapped open. She grabbed her cell phone and looked at the incoming number. “Oh shit,” she said, “it’s Jim.”

She slid the cell phone open and held it to her ear. “Hi honey,” she said. “No…I just…I had to run to get the phone. Guess I’m out of shape.”

I mouthed the words, “Tell him I said hello.” She flipped me off.

“No. You know those banquets. Fuckin’ nightmares. They lost my fuckin’ reservation! Of course I did. Comp. Yeah. Chicken something. No. Actually, I thought I’d turn in early. No, I haven’t pawned my ring, asshole. I haven’t even been to a casino.”

Cathy made a nodding gesture and crossed her eyes as if Jim was driving her crazy. I wet my finger and rubbed it over her nipple. She caught my hand and glared playfully at me.

“You what? Yes. I know. I miss you too, honey. You what? WHAT? I haven’t even been gone a day, Jim.”

She shook her head and gave me an unbelieving look. Then she motioned with her fist at crotch level. Obviously, Jim was wanting more than just a friendly conversation.

“You are? Really?” She scrunched her face. “Mmmmm, is that all for me?”

I tried not to laugh. It was getting strange fast.

‘Yes, Jim, honey. Stroke it for me.” The words were mechanical. Cathy wasn’t into phone sex. At least, not at the moment. I decided to help her out. I unbuckled my belt and started unbuttoning my fly. Cathy’s eyes went wide. It was like she couldn’t decide whether to panic or be aroused.

I stood at the end of the bed and lowered my jeans and boxers all at once. My cock popped free and slapped against my belly.

“Oh my God,” Cathy said. “It’s so big.”

Cathy was silent, watching my cock. I could hear Jim huffing and puffing and chattering on the other end.

“Honestly, Jim, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that big.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking. Cathy was transfixed. “Oh God yes, stroke that hard cock for me,” she said. “It’s so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much I want that in my mouth?”

I tend to be loud and it was taking all my self control not to moan. I can’t begin to describe how turned on I was to be stroking my cock in front of a half-naked woman who was talking to her husband who was also stroking his cock somewhere back in New York.

“Oh fuck,” Cathy moaned. “You…what? Oh honey, you know I’m no good at that. Let’s just take care of you. I know. Yes, I’d like for you to hear me too, but…”

I let go of my cock. Kneeling on the bed, I reached under Cathy’s babydoll and grasped the sides of her thong. I was pretty sure I knew what Jim was asking for.

Cathy shook her head but I wouldn’t let go. Finally she raised her hips and let me slip the tiny bit of fabric off.

“Ok,” she said into the phone, “I’m taking off my panties. Yes. T-shirt and panties,” she lied. “Ok, they’re on the floor.”

Actually they were in my hand. And they were damp.

“I’m going to try, Jim. For you. Ok? Yes, I’m touching myself.”

I parted Cathy’s legs and blew softly on her clit. She inhaled sharply.

“Oh Christ,” she said. “Yes, I’m wet. Oh dear God…”

I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She wasn’t lying now. I pressed my face against her mound and licked slowly around her clit, not touching it.

“Oh fuck,” she said into the phone. “Yes, yes, yes…”

I sucked her clit between my lips and pressed it with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?!” I could hear Jim moaning on the other end. He was loving it.

I pressed my tongue deep inside her pussy. She was so tight I started wondering how I’d ever get my cock in her. With her thighs over my shoulders, I began to tongue fuck her in earnest.

“Ugnnn…oh…oh…no Jim. NO! Not yet!”

I pressed a finger inside her velvety cunt and began rubbing her G Spot. I stole a glance at Cathy’s face and saw she was lost between reality and fantasy. I let my tongue trace lower.

When she felt the tip of my tongue on her ass, Cathy lost it. She began bucking her hips against my finger. It was hard to keep my tongue on her ass but I did my best. Cathy was screaming unintelligible things into the phone and I could only assume Jim was joining her on the other end. I eased off and gently began tickling her swollen clit until she reached down with her free hand to stop me.

Cathy was panting into the phone. I could hear Jim saying her name. She swallowed. Her throat was obviously dry. “Y-y-yes,” she finally managed. “Oh God yes, that was the best ever.”

I went to the honor bar in the suite and got Cathy a bottle of cold water. When I returned to the bed, she was wrapping things up with Jim.

“Yes, I miss you too honey. Yes. I should sleep much better now. I love you, too. Good night, honey.”

I unscrewed the top from the bottle of water and handed it to her. She took a deep refreshing drink and then swallowed. She frowned at me. “You bastard,” she said.

I laughed and took the bottle from her. Then I held her against me and kissed her. She wrapped both arms around my neck and began rubbing one leg against my naked body.

Cathy licked her juice from my chin. “I’m clean,” she said, softly. I understood what she meant.

“Me too,” I told her, laying her on her back and placing my cock where my mouth had been.

I was right. She was tight. But so wet that I slid in easily. Cathy still had the babydoll wrapped around her waist, so I reached down and tried to pull it over her head. With a little help from her, I soon felt her naked body against mine, her legs wrapped tightly around me.

“That was incredible,” she whispered in my ear as I thrust into her. “I never came like that before.”

“That’s because you’re a naughty girl,” I told her, slapping her butt playfully.

She held my face in both her hands and looked at me. With gritted teeth she said, “God, yes. I want to be your dirty girl.”

I felt my cock lurch. She must have felt it too because she moaned and started moving her hips harder. Every thrust was met with an equal return thrust from her.

I could feel her breasts rubbing against the hair on my chest. We were both getting slicker and slicker with sweat. Her arms were tight around my neck and her legs had me in a death grip. She could barely get any words out, but she was trying.

“Tell me,” she said. “I’m a…I’m a…”

“Yessss, Cathy…you’re my fucking dirty girl,” I told her. “God, you’re a sexy piece of ass.”

I could tell this was reacting on a deep fantasy within her. All her life, lauded for her brain…sometimes a smart woman just wants to be a sex object.

“Your cunt is like wet velvet,” I told her. “I’ve been trying since I’ve known you to get a glimpse of those gorgeous tits. God, I want to fuck your tits.”

I could tell the way her pussy was tightening around me that she was about to cum again. I pounded my cock deep inside her.

“Cum for me, you sexy bitch. And you’d better cum loud or I’ll fuck you ’til you do!”

She dug her nails into my shoulder blades and thrust high, her head tilted back toward the headboard. She came hard. And loud. She bucked against my hips until I almost lost it inside her.

We were both panting when I rolled off of her. This time, I needed a drink. After a healthy swallow, I handed the plastic bottle to her. We passed it back and forth like a joint.

I held her until we both caught our breath. She kissed my neck. Then, taking my cock in both hands, she started stroking me. “Do you really want to fuck my tits?” she asked.

“More than anything.”

She smiled. “Ok,” she said. “But I need to get it wet first.”

With that, Cathy kissed her way down my body until she was kneeling, ass up, with her mouth on my cock. I propped a pillow under my head and watched.

Cathy was amazing. She licked the underside of the shaft from just under the head down to my balls. I think she liked that I kept myself groomed down there. She pressed the head to her cheek and said, “Mmmm, it’s so hot.” Then, eyes on mine, she opened her mouth and took as much of me as she could. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned on my cock and I could feel the vibrations all the way up my spine.

Like I said, I’m not quiet. I arched and moaned and she grabbed my ass in both hands and started mouth fucking me. I was going crazy.

She popped me out of her mouth, breathing hard, and said, “Are you sure you want to fuck my tits?” Then she put me back in her mouth, wrapping one hand around the bottom of my shaft and twisting as she sucked.

I couldn’t hold still. The best part of it all was that she genuinely enjoyed giving me head.

She leaned forward, sliding her tits around my wet cock and fucking me with them. “Is that what you want, you nasty boy?”

Ok, sometimes all eggheads like to be treated like sex objects. I’m no different.

I was thrusting, watching my cock disappear between the softness of her breasts, then crowning with the head reappearing as she licked at the slit. Then I noticed she was rocking her ass, side to side, her hands holding her breasts together.

“Oh God, you’re so hard…” she didn’t even get to finish saying the word “hard” before I shot my first clip. It burst out and splashed like lava on my stomach. Cathy immediately put her mouth over my cock and caught the next three clips, her tongue dancing on the bottom of my now sensitive cock.

I couldn’t handle it. I pulled her mouth off my cock causing her to spill a little cum on her chin. The rest she swallowed. When she started to wipe the cum from her chin, I caught her hand. Pulling her to me, I kissed her, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue.

Cathy collapsed in my arms and began to run her finger through the pool of cum on my belly. “Wow,” she whispered. “And to think, I almost didn’t come this year.”

“This has got to be the best one I’ve attended so far,” I agreed.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed. “Vegas.”

I laughed. “You know what they say. What happens in Vegas…”

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After a few more weeks, Josh started to feel in a rut with his job search and decided to try a new tack. After breakfast and showering on the Monday morning, he put on his suit, with a smart shirt and a designer tie that Tom had lent him. He left the house and made his way to the High Street to visit the job agencies in person to see if this would improve his chances of finding employment.

He had mixed fortunes; finding some that would not even see him without making an appointment whilst those that would, advised him that there was little point in going to the office as he was already registered with them online. They assured him that they were putting his cv forward for any vacancies that they thought suitable and that they would, of course, contact him if any promising leads came from it.

Having planned on spending the whole day in this endeavour, Josh felt rather crushed when he had seen the last of the agencies by lunchtime. He was, at least, partially solvent now, with the regular gigs at “The Saracen’s Head” and with Lucy refusing to take any money from him for his keep until he had a “proper” job. Nearing the end of the High Street, he realised that he was close to Lucy’s sister’s place and decided to drop in for a bite to eat.

As he approached the door, he was struggling to remember her name; he knew it began with an A – Amy? Alice? Alison, that was it and, if he remembered correctly, she preferred to be called Ally. He opened the door and smiled at her behind the counter, approaching as he viewed the menu.

“Hi Ally – it’s Josh, in case you didn’t remember,” he told her, as she smiled back.

“Oh – I remember – well, I must say Lucy has worked wonders with you, you look a real treat compared to that first time. What can I get you?”

“I think I’ll have the ham and cheese toasted panini and a cuppa, please,” he stated, getting a tenner from his pocket.

“Look, I know you’re still unemployed – have it on the house,” she responded, as she placed the order through to the kitchen.

“No, no – I insist – I’m kinda earning at the moment – doing gigs at The Saracen, I get decent money from there so I don’t need handouts,” he passed the note over the counter and Ally gave him his change. “You should come and see us some time, if you fancy an evening out.”

She smiled at him, “Yes, Lucy mentioned them, said you were really good and something about some girl singing with you.”

“Yes, Shannon – she’s got a great voice – I can’t understand why she hasn’t made the breakthrough yet – but I’m glad she hasn’t – I can’t sing for toffee so I need someone who can and with her looks, well, I think the guys sometimes just come to look at her as she moves on stage.”

“Yes, I seem to recall Lucy mentioning something – what was it she said? Oh yes, dresses like a whore and flashes her panties. I guess that would pull the men in. We’ve been meaning to come along but our usual child-minder has been unwell and we want to make sure she is fully recovered before we let her near the kids,” Ally responded.

“Oh – Lucy never mentioned you had a family – congratulations,” he remarked as he took the panini from her and started to walk to a table. He was about to take a seat near the window when he spotted a familiar face – it was Amy from the pub. He walked over to where she sat, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Mind if I join you?” he enquired, “I could use some company.”

She sniffed as she indicated the seat opposite her and as he looked closer, he could see she had been crying.

“Are you okay, Amy? What’s the matter?” he asked, as he sat down opposite her.

“It’s my boyfriend, he’s broken up with me – found some other girl,” she sniffed, as she dabbed at her eyes with a hanky.

“If he’s that stupid, then he doesn’t deserve you – you’re a cracking girl and you’re so nice as well – not like that Shannon. You’ll soon get another fellah – hell, every time I’m at the pub I see them all eyeing you up – you’ll have your pick of replacements, Amy.” He bit into his panini as he watched her.

“Thanks – that’s kind of you, Josh – it’s just that I thought he was the one – we’d been together for eight months and this is the first I knew that he wasn’t happy,” she told him, as she sipped at what looked like a cold coffee.

“Do you want a fresh cup? My treat,” he offered.

She looked into his eyes, “You don’t have to – we barely know each other, why would you be so kind?”

“Hell, it’s only a coffee and I like you – well, what I know of you – in fact, I’d like to get to know you better,” he stated, as he got up from his seat and went to the counter. “What do you want?” he asked, as he reached Ally.

“Could I have a Mocha Latte, please?” responded Amy.

As soon as she spoke, Ally swooped into action, preparing the coffee for her.

“Want a slice of cake, or a biscuit, to go with it?” he enquired.

“No, really, you don’t have to,” she answered.

“A slice of the lemon drizzle as well, please,” escort bayan Josh ordered, remembering back to when Amy had brought a lemon drizzle cake into the bar to celebrate her birthday.

As he returned to the table carrying the cake and coffee, he was greeted by a happier looking Amy, her eyes still glistening from the tears but a genuine smile on her face.

“You’re a breath of fresh air, Josh – you really are a good friend to have,” she accepted the cake and the coffee and immediately set about the lemon drizzle, with the fork provided.

“I know what tough times are like, hell knows I’ve had enough of them myself – I hate to see people – people I like – upset. Your Martin is a complete fruit cake, giving up a gorgeous girl like you – I hope he gets dumped soon and realises his mistake.”

He sat down and finished his panini and drank his tea, his eyes frequently looking across at Amy. For her part, she was aware of his glances, which made her feel a bit brighter. She liked Josh very much, ever since that first day in the pub.

“Aren’t you and Shannon an item?” she enquired, before taking a sip of her coffee.

Swallowing his latest mouthful of tea, Josh looked across the table at her. “Shannon is a law unto herself. Sure, I won’t lie to you, we’ve had sex twice but the last time was three weeks ago. She’s a strange girl, sometimes all friendly and flirty, other times as cold as a wet fish. I’ll be honest with you; I don’t know where I stand with her apart from the fact that we seem to be a semi-permanent act. I’m thinking of telling her I’m fed up with her games and that we should just be a duet, no personal attachment, just so I can move on.”

“You know her and Geoff were an item a couple of years back?” she asked.

“No – no, I didn’t – I know he warned me off of her but I didn’t realise it was from personal experience,” responded Josh, “I guess he got burnt, did he?”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that. Geoff is a bit of a player, himself – he even tried it on with me when I first started at the bar – if you ask me, those two deserve each other,” she took another sip of her coffee, “Thanks again for being so kind – you really helped me get out of the doldrums.”

Finishing his tea, Josh checked the time on his phone. “I’d better get to the shops; I need to get some ingredients for tonight’s dinner. You want to talk some more, give me a ring – you’ve got my number, haven’t you?”

She nodded as he left, finishing her coffee and leaving the café a few minutes later.

As he went around the supermarket, buying what he needed as well as a bottle of wine and some beers, Josh thought about his conversation with Amy. Now, there’s a girl more like my Lucy, he thought; kind, honest, respectful with a good sense of humour, not to mention stunning looks and a good figure.

He paid for his purchases and made his way back home, letting himself in and taking a quick shower before starting to prepare dinner. He was whistling “Shallow” as he worked his way around the kitchen, the latest song he was thinking of adding to their repertoire. His mind kept switching back to his conversation with Amy but he decided that it was too soon to suggest a date, she needed time to sort out her emotions, she would be too vulnerable now.

He heard the door open and Lucy was soon in the doorway, smiling at him, “You don’t have to cook every night, Josh,” she stated, her nostrils taking in the pleasant smells emanating from the pans on the stove. “Tom’s gonna be late tonight. We’ll probably have to eat without him – is it something that can be warmed up later?”

“Yeah – probably won’t be as nice but still edible,” he responded, looking at her, framed by the doorway.

“Okay – well, I’ll go up and shower – then I’ll give you a hand if you need one,” she smiled at him, before turning her back and making her way upstairs.

When she returned back downstairs, she joined Josh in the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. She started telling him about her day and that Megan had been moved onto Tom’s team as he was working on a very large case that needed more bodies.

“Oh – I nearly forgot,” she blurted out, “there’s a vacancy in the post room at our place. It’s not really what you’re looking for but it’ll be a start if you’re interested; regular work, reasonable salary, after six months you get some perks.

“Hell, I’ll take anything right now,” stated Josh, “Do you think I’ll stand a chance?”

“I’ve asked Tom to have a word with his dad. You should be a shoo-in,” she answered, “Who knows, if you do well, with your qualifications, they might take you on as a paralegal.”

“Great – what do I need to do?” he asked.

Just then the timer went off. “I’ll fill you in over dinner, Josh,” she replied, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard for Josh to dish up on.

As they ate, Lucy explained who Josh needed to contact to apply for the post, telling him they already knew altıparmak escort bayan about his years on the street and that it would not be a problem. Josh finally felt like his life was getting back on track, even if he had to settle for the fact that Lucy could no longer be more than a friend.

He told her about his decision to cut the romantic, if they could be called that, ties with Shannon and that from now on it would be a strictly professional arrangement. He wasn’t surprised when Lucy told him she thought it was a wise move; knowing that she had never liked Shannon. They finished their food and Lucy insisted on loading the dishwasher and doing the pots and pans, telling Josh to relax in the living room.

They watched telly together for a couple of hours; Lucy frequently checking her watch and muttering about work. Finally, the front door opened and Tom walked in, going straight upstairs and into the shower. Moving into the kitchen, Josh started to warm up Tom’s dinner, arranging it on a tray with a cold bottle of Bud, for him to eat while he watched some tv.

Once Tom was down and had taken his tray, Josh went upstairs and started playing guitar, practicing the next weekend’s songs. When his phone beeped, he assumed it was Shannon wanting to change things or discuss the order of play. When he saw Amy’s name, he was slightly surprised though he had offered to be a friendly ear. He took the call, listening to her blurting on about Martin between what Josh took to be drunken sobs. When she asked him if he could come round, he paused, before agreeing to go to her place.

After explaining to Lucy and Tom where he was going, with Tom giving him a huge wink, he made his way out onto the street towards the flat Amy shared with one of the other barmaids. When the door was opened by Rhia, she motioned him to come in and pointed towards the kitchen. As he neared the kitchen door, he could hear Amy sobbing and he walked in to find her throwing herself into his arms.

“I’m not undesirable, am I?” she slurred her words as she spoke, a glass of straight vodka in her hand, which sloshed over Josh’s tee as he grabbed hold of her. “Oh fuck, sorry,” she said, wiping his shirt where the drink had spilled. “Mmm – nice pecs,” she continued, as she moved her face towards his, trying to plant a kiss on him.

“Come and sit down, Amy,” said Josh, as he avoided the kiss. He led her into the living room where Rhia was sitting, watching the pair of them.

“Sorry Josh, I couldn’t dissuade her from calling you – she said you were very nice to her earlier and that you wanted to look after her. Anyway, I’m supposed to be spending the night with Pete, my fellah, so I guess she’s in safe hands now.” And, with that, she up and left.

“We need to get you into bed,” stated Josh as he took the glass from Amy’s hand and placed it on a nearby table.

“You naughty boy,” slurred Amy, as she tried to kiss him again, this time her lips brushing his cheek as he turned his face.

“God, you reek of booze – how much have you had?” he asked, as he scooped Amy up in his arms and started to carry her towards what he assumed were the bedrooms.

“Just a little drinky,” she responded, her arms around his neck, her face nuzzling into his chest.

He nudged open a door, “No – this is Ree’s room,” she murmured, half-asleep now.

He moved to the next room and opened the door to Amy’s bedroom, laying her carefully on the double bed as he looked at the posters of Bowie, Elton John and the Beatles decorating her wall. She was breathing heavily now and he moved her so that she was lying lengthways on the covers. He looked down at the pretty girl and wondered if she would be alright. He turned to leave and then wondered whether she might throw up in the night. Looking around, he saw a bin in the corner of the room and placed it by the side of her bed. He knew he couldn’t rely on her to hit the target so he found the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels, laying them on the carpet, underneath the bin to catch any sick that missed the receptacle.

He looked at her again and decided that he couldn’t risk her spoiling her clothes; he raised her back off the bed and leant her against him as he undid the zip at the back of her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing a very pretty flowery bra. He admired her breasts as they swelled as she breathed but managed to resist the temptation to cop a free feel. Lowering her back onto the bed, he raised her arse and pulled the dress down her legs and off, revealing a matching pair of bikini panties. Her camel toe was obvious in the skimpy material and he felt a strong desire to remove her panties as well but he fought back his urges, leaning down and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Night, night, Amy,” he whispered, as he turned and left the room.

Not wanting to leave her alone for the night, Josh returned to the living room and called Lucy, nilüfer eskort advising her that he would be spending the night at Amy’s place and he would see her the next day. He kicked off his shoes and thought about sleeping on the couch; then he remembered Rhia’s room and rationalised that there was no point spending an uncomfortable night on the couch when there was a bed going spare. He made his way to the empty bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, sliding under the sheet and soon falling into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was disturbed by the sound of retching. He sprang out of bed and rushed to Amy’s room to see her with her head bent over the side of the bed, spewing into the bin and on the surrounding towels. He moved towards her and stroked her back as he held her hair out of the way of her vomit.

When she had finished, she looked at him, her eyes level with his crotch.

“Mmm – have we, you know?” she murmured, her words still coming out in a slur.

“No – I’ve been sleeping in Rhia’s room,” he responded, wiping her face with a tissue, “Have a drink of water,” he continued, holding a glass towards her,

“Lucky Rhia,” said Amy, before taking a small sip from the glass.

“She’s not here – she’s spending the night with Pete,” he explained.

“Oh – okay, sweet boy,” she responded, “Want to get under the covers with me?” she made a half-hearted attempt to pat the bed beside her as she drifted back to sleep.

Making sure she was comfortable, Josh carried the bin to the bathroom and rinsed it out before grabbing some fresh towels. He returned to Amy’s room, where he gathered the dirty towels and threw them in the bath, before laying the clean towels on the floor and replacing the bin. Checking that Amy was breathing okay, a lesson he had learned from losing his street friends to alcoholism, he returned to Rhia’s room and got back into bed.

As he lay there, his mind kept turning to Amy – he had sure seen a lot more of her than he had expected to and he had to admit he was aroused by her barely concealed figure. He turned his head to the side and realised the pillow smelled of Rhia – probably her perfume – a sweet scent that seemed to intensify his desires. Reaching under the covers, he slowly started to stroke his cock, using his thumb to spread his pre-cum over the tip. He threw the covers off and switched on the bedside lamp, looking at his swollen member as he stroked harder and harder. There was a tv in the corner of the room and he grabbed the remote with his free hand, switching it on, hoping to find some late-night porn to jerk off to.

As the screen came to life, he found himself watching a scene of a couple in bed, the man on top of the woman, impaling her arse with his cock. He started to wank harder, groaning as he became more and more excited. As the woman looked up at the camera, he realised it was Rhia and who he thought must be Pete, having anal sex in this very bed. His cock erupted so fast that it was hitting his nose and mouth before he knew it; he opened his mouth to catch any more that might reach that far before using his fingers to clean his face, sucking the cum from them. When he had finished, he switched the tv off and lay back on the pillow, closing his eyes and drifting back off to sleep.

He was awoken in the morning by the sound of a key in the front door. As he opened his eyes, he was disorientated and it took him a few moments to recall the events of the previous night. He was about to get off the bed when the door opened and Rhia walked in. Her gasp of shock was soon replaced with a smile as she saw his limp cock lying against his stomach.

“I expected to find you in Amy’s bed, not mine,” she whispered, as she approached the bed and sat beside him, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock, “But seeing as you are here, we might as well have some fun.” She lowered her mouth and sucked on a nipple as she stroked his manhood slowly up and down.

“I – I didn’t mean – I just thought – Christ that feels good,” he finally moaned, as his hand moved under her top and grabbed a breast.

“You’re in my bed – that makes you fair game,” stated Rhia, as she slipped her top over her head, revealing her naked breasts.

His mind filled with lust and his cock now raging hard between his thighs, Josh grabbed hold of Rhia and pulled her onto the bed beside him. Climbing on top of her, he straddled her and grabbed a breast with one hand while lowering his mouth to the other, licking and biting her breast. A moan passed from Rhia’s lips as she pulled his head hard against her breast.

“Fuck, yes – take me Josh, fill my pussy with your cock,” she moaned.

Reaching under her short skirt, Josh was surprised that there were no panties blocking his path. He moved down the bed, pushing her skirt up over her waist and burying his head between her thighs, kissing and licking her pussy.

“Fucckkkk” she moaned, “Yessss – keep doing that,” she raised her legs, pushing her pussy against his face, grinding her clit against his nose.

Remembering the video he had been watching, Josh worked his mouth along her perineum until he reached her anus. He started to kiss and lick her there, getting even more encouragement from the raven-haired barmaid.

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Frank would never know. She suspected he perhaps had entertained years ago she was attracted to him, but they were both married. What Frank doesn’t know won’t hurt him, or his lovely wife. Regardless, she’d recently run into the couple again at a rather unfortunate time, during a funeral.

Respectful as always, she played low key, and was there for the purpose of paying respect to her friend’s Mother. However, seeing Frank again, gave her a bit of a thrill, which she tucked back where it belonged under the circumstances.

As life would have it, she had been widowed in the past, but Frank remained married. And to someone who would never ‘get it’ or comprehend Divine Sex, openness, and how normal it all was. As long as people are authentic, respectful, loving and do not desire to hurt another person, consensual sex, private lovers and sensuality is something God allows. Its a total shame too, that most church goers base their idea of a ‘sin’ on personal preference, tradition or personal revulsion rather than on what the Bible really says. According to Philos Thelos, anyway.

She got it. So did her loving husband. Grace, freedom, erotica, sexuality. It truly was all good. Women who think they own their spouses, are just as guilty as the men who abuse theirs. It’s a control thing because deep down, she is insecure in the deepest recesses of her soul, and the need for control of their relationships is key to feeling confident. She knew about his wife. She had a good friend who had worked at the private school they’d sent their children too. “Difficult, demanding, controlling” was how the staff there frequently described Frank K.’s wife. They tired of her quickly.

She suspected Frank’s wife was not one to live a healthy and vibrant sexual life, and had hang ups. Once when she’d been at their house to visit there was a book out about husband’s and porn. Geesh. When are folks going to learn that A) viewing nudity was the original way things were in the Garden of Eden and B) Heaven won’t have ‘marriages or giving in marriage’. Everyone will be free to be sexual. At least that was her interpretation of living in a constant state of Grace. God made sexual pleasure. And she liked sex and pleasure.

All she knew was, Frank K. was hot, and she longed to taste his lips and have a night of passion between the two of them. She never would, and he would never know, and it is what it is…but her mind did wander…so did his….Funny how they wandered together….

Frank was driving in to work at the nuclear site. He had a 70’s station on, and suddenly Bread began crooning “I Want To Make It With You”. Yeah right.

Frank was lost in thought. He was getting tired. He loved his wife, but he was so tired of her controlling issues. And of not having near enough sex that he wanted. He was a healthy male, with a very healthy sexual appetite. He didn’t know how to talk to Janie about all this. She would flip out, her heart would break, and she’d never understand his deep desire for a passionate marriage. Janie’s father had recently died, and it was touch and go lately. While he had compassion for her, and loved her very much, he had some major desires that continued to be put on the back burner in life.

His thoughts as the song flowed on careened where they always did. Straight to thoughts of Chris. He saw her at the funeral, she looked great. He knew she had remarried, he was happy for her. He had given her a hug – he didn’t know what had come over him, but he leaned in and asked her for another one. She obliged, giving him a second brief and platonic hug. He wondered if she knew he was attracted to her.

Once,years ago in the heat of the moment, after she had teased him about seeing him with his shirt off years ago, he stood right in front of his wife and Chris, ripped off his shirt and put on a shirt she had gotten him for his birthday, to see her reaction. Jeanie was shocked, Chris seemed to give him the kudos for acknowledging their little flirtation. And that’s all it was really, nothing more.

Still, he found himself in life in the same boat as many men do. Up shit creek without a paddle because he wasn’t getting sex nearly as much as he wanted to be having it. And Jeanie was not one to be open in these areas. He reflected on the FAQ that Chris lived five hours away from him and this was a good thing. Wasn’t it?

He did have to make a trip her direction in another month…he let his mind wander further…

He was in town for a week long meeting- work related. And was eating dinner alone when he saw Chris come into the restaurant with a few books and her iPAD. Waiting gaziantep escort until she settled into a booth seat, he took her in longingly.

She had on a long black and white skirt, a sexy shirt and a beautiful necklace that accented the entire outfit, her hair was getting longer and she’d colored it from a lighter red to a dark chestnut. Those beautiful hazel almond shaped eyes were focused on something on her iPAD.

His cock tingled. And rushing guilt shot a jolt through him. “Dammit” he muttered under his breath. He was a good guy. Good people was he and he didn’t want to go messing his life up. He got up, his jeans feeling a bit tighter than usual, and headed her direction. “Hi” he said.

She jumped, and looked up into his face. “Frank!, what are you doing here?” “In town for work training”. “Oh? Where’s Jeanie” “Home with the boys, can I sit?” “Sure”, Chris looked a bit nervous. He was too.

In her gregarious way, she proceeded to engage him in intelligent conversation, authentic and always, loving. He was drawn to her. Drawn to her love of life, her beautiful eyes, her skin pink and glowing. He wiggled his lower half to adjust.

And then he went for it, shocking her to her core. “I want to talk to you, about something pretty serious, can we keep it confidential?”

“Okayyyy, yeah, sure” she replied, a little wary now.

“Is Jeanie OK? Is something wrong?” “No, no, everything is fine.” He hesitated, his hands shaking: “Chris, I like you. I mean, I like you as in I’m attracted to you. I’ve known you for 20 years, and I’ve given up the fight. If I wasn’t married, if I were free, and you were free, I’d want you”. Her mouth dropped. A fly could have worked its way in and had fun in the playground.

Frank had to control a chuckle. He had a feeling she had the hots for him, too but obviously, she never expected to hear such words come from his shy, quiet demeanor.

“I, ummm, Frank, I don’t know what to say, I mean, if you want authentic conversation and talking, I can go for it, but do you really want to open this can of worms?”

He stared her down, danger desire obvious in his eyes as he dropped another bomb “It was already opened and spilling Chris, the day I took my shirt off in front of you, and its been waiting to empty fully. I guess now a time is as good as any”.

He could tell the wheels where turning.

She was fingering through her files, in her head, trying to figure out what he was referring to. Suddenly, a sexy smile curved in recognition. There it is. Frank said to himself.

“Uh huh. Okay. So here is the deal. I like you too, I always have. I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met. But yeah, you are married, so am I. That being said, I have a feeling my marriage and its openness is not what yours is. Mark and I are very happy, but we believe in loving more. We are free to love others and engage in consensual, loving sexual relationships.

But, we don’t engage in that, ever if its going to hurt someone or break someone’s marriage up, and I KNOW Jeannie. She would be devastated. She would never understand or comprehend this concept. She’s intelligent, smart, she would read you quickly, Frank”. Frank’s face went pale. He knew this.

“So what is it you want?” Frank didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted sex! He wanted to cum. He wanted passion, desire. He wanted to feel like he was appreciated and desired. He wanted to feel wanted. He had not felt wanted in a very long time. “I don’t know…I need…I’m not happy in my marriage”

” I know”. Frank eyes connected to hers, he brows snapping together. “What do you mean, you know?” It was her turn to chuckle a bit. “I know Jeanie’s type, Frank. I know about and have seen for myself the controlling behavior and attitude. It sucks, but you married her, so there was something you found desirable there a long time ago.” Frank contemplated this. “Yeah, don’t we all, then reality sits in”. He was going for it. He needed sweet release, he needed to feel desired.

“What are you doing the rest of the day, whose at your place?” ” Frank….what are you saying?”

” I want to make love to you. I need to make love to you. I need to feel you. Tears sprang to his eyes. Chris was remembering the past. Remembering how Frank had been such a help when her husband had died. “Don’t say a word from here me, follow me home, and turn off your phone when you get there”.

She got up first, and slowly paid her bill, Frank wondering what the hell was wrong with him and why he was going to do this. He knew why. In the seat of his soul, there was a connection and he needed to work through it. He quietly paid his bill behind her, following her on the five minute drive to her home.

Crazy enough, on the radio station, Ambrosia’s ‘Holding on to Yesterday’ was playing. A few more tears stirred at the corner of his eyes. Frank didn’t cry much. Bittersweet memories played throughout his mind. His years of marriage, he sexuality and desire. His life. Work. His love for God.

Finding himself at her place, he was glad he had a rental and went in through the garage door. She put her purse and keys away and turned to him, walking until she was inches from his face, and looked up into his eyes. “You really want to find out about this?”

His pent up passion blew. And he pulled her to him. Leaning in, he wanted to taste her so bad. He ran his hands in her hair, smelled her skin. Nuzzled her everywhere. He kissed her then. Softly. He had fantasized about kissing her for years. His cock bulging, straining in his jeans. She met his kisses with the same softness, yet insistent. She tasted so good. It has been so long.

He began demanding her compliance. He wanted to know if she desired him. Her responsiveness made his knees go weak. His body straining, every muscle bunching up. She was moaning softly, her voice a beautiful sound. Jeannie was always quiet. She had no idea how passionate Frank could be. When he was alone, and masturbated, he allowed his groans and moans to take over. And he did so now. She turned into him. Her arms going around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.

He had to feel her. His hands found the opening under her blouse. Traveling up, he found her full breasts. Squeezing. His hands hunting under her bra, searching for a hard nipple. His body was shaking. Shaking with need. She unbuttoned his jeans, and that’s when it got real. Very real. She reached in and found him. A soft sigh of pleasure escaping her breath. He finally broke free of the kiss, panting “I have to have you” he said, a low groan and growl accompanying the words.

She took her hand out of his pants, and nodded at him to follow her upstairs. In the bedroom, he watched her face, how beautiful the sex flush was on her cheeks, her hair full and a bit ruffled from the foreplay downstairs. They both stared at one another for a sacred moment. Two humans, with biological God created needs, honoring this time and place and space.

Frank moved toward her, a darkness that was highly suggestive of desire played on his face. He yanked her then, toward him, and kissed down her neck, murmuring…”remember when I took my shirt off for you?” She groaned in response. “Yes, yes, yes” she let slip out in whispers. “I was wanted you then, Chris. Seeing where it would go, why did you back off?”

“You know why, my husband at the time was a total control freak and would have flipped out, I never had an affair during my years of marriage to him, beside, I want to know why you took your shirt off anyway???” Frank whispered again down her neck, “Because you turned me on. When you told me you’d like to see me with my shirt off, something inside me snapped, and I wanted to see your face, see what you’d do”.

“Take my shirt off, Chris”. She looked up at him, and happily obliged. She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling the taut skin on his abdomen tighten at her touch, his arm muscles flexing as she found them. She slowly pulled his shirt off. And leaned in to tug on one nipple, seeing if he liked it. His body lurched and jerked. She began teasing his nipples then. Groans bubbling up from his body.

He could not hold it in anymore. He raised her mouth to his, his tongue insistent she match his move for move. Hot, desire. Sensual lips and tongues playing together in sweet desire.

He slowly pulled her shirt over her head, his need to see her breasts a fire in his cock. He liked her see through bra, liked her nipples. Full breasts, sexy shapes and curves. Her nipples pink and perfect. He began touching them, planning on tasting them next.

He wrapped his hands around to unclasp the back of her bra, and let it fall to the floor. He stared directly into her eyes, as he slid his jeans off his lean body. His cock springing free. He pulled her into him, and pulled her down and on top of him on the bed. Her nipples hard, poking into his chest. Kissing her, kissing her, his arms moving everywhere at once. She tasted delicious. But he still needed more. He pulled her up the length of him, so his arms and hands could reach the core of her. Slowly finding her, he let out a long, low moan at her wetness and hard clit. He had not felt a response like that in Jeannie in a very long time. Chris wanted him. Her responses, her body said all he needed to know.

His hands ran under her ass, and he lifted her onto his shaft, wanting to feel her hotness slide down him, so he could see her face. Her head fell back, as she slowly slid down his shaft. Her breasts a feast for his eyes. Oh, so sweet and tight. Hot. Gripping walls, surrounding him.

She finally made eye contact and he was in awe of how beautiful she looked riding him. Her face so sweetly flushed and red, her eyes dilated, and sexy looking. She began breathing harder, and he could feel her walls tighten and relax. She slowed down and leaned in and began assaulting his neck. He gripped her ass tighter. Wanting to fuck her hard and cum.

She whispered breathlessly, “Let me cum, I need to cum with you inside me, don’t move” He ceased all movement, his cock throbbing inside. She slowly worked her body against his pubic bone, and he felt her tighten hard around him. Her breathing increased, faster, heavier, walls tighter.

Her hands slapped down on his chest, and she came hard. Muscles spasms around his cock, pulling on him, milking him, forcing a groan deep from within his chest. He could wait no longer. With a growl, he took her entire body with his, and turned her over, onto her back. Plunging into her deeper, if it were possible. He began moving and pumping. Fast. His cock rock hard. His body and mind in a free fall, he went to a sacred place lovers go to when that sweet sexual peak presents itself, but he wanted it to last, so he began breathing out, controlled, heavy breathing to delay the inevitable.

He was a man, not a eunuch, he decided and it felt free to be desired and be this passionate. Slamming into her faster, he leaned down to kiss her, ‘oh, God, I want you, I’ve wanted you for so very long, I’ve wanted to be in your arms, taste you, eat you, play with you, touch you, God you feel so good, and you are so beautiful when you cum”

His orgasm was on its last track, nearing the finish line. Wild with passion, feeling as if he was going to explode all the years of pent up, delayed gratification and passion all at once, into her. And he did. Loudly, and with pure pleasure and joy, he came. Shooting, exploding into her body, fucking her as hard as he could without hurting her, letting it all go, giving up the ruse.

Throbbing inside her, he kissed her sweetly, erotically. Her skin displaying a sheen of perspiration. What was he going to do now? As if thinking the same thing, Chris turned to him.

” Frank, I love you, man. And the best part is, because of my husband and our relationship, I’m allowed to love you.”

Frank murmured against her lips, new moisture forming in his eyes. “I love you too, I’ve wanted to make love to you ever since your husband died, I wanted to feel you, and know you were going to be okay. I knew in my head you would be, but my heart needed to see it and hear it and feel you, I wanted to make you happy”

They laid in silence for awhile. Both contemplative, quiet. Chris slowly got up, cleaning up fluids a bit. It was time to go.

Facing each other in the closed garage, Frank held her close to his heart. She pulled back “Never, ever tell Jeanie about this, I won’t be calling you, Frank.”

“What if I want to see you again?” “You live in another state. How exactly is that going to work?” Frank pulled her into him again. “I’ll be back, and if I will, will you see me again?” , nodding in the affirmative, he felt her body quiver. And then felt the sobs.

Yes, they had a connection. And it would last the rest of his life. Lifting her chin, moments of the past were shared in each others eyes. They had each, given one another a gift, of pure, sensual love and desire. No one would know, no one would get hurt. Her husband would know, but he had no such problems like Jeanie. A last, lingering kiss and he was in his rental and out the drive.

Chris stared at the dirt stirred up for a few moments. Ironically, she saw the sarcasm in dirt being stirred up. She prayed not. She liked living in peace and freedom to be sexual with lovers of her choosing. She didn’t want to break anyone up.

Quietly she turned and found herself saying a soft ‘Goodbye, Frank’ under her breath. Upstairs, she began to pick up her clothing and straighten out the comforter on the bed.

She turned up the radio to hear the beginnings of Bread’s ‘Make It With You’, and there, on the chair, was a gray turtleneck. A gift Chris had given Frank years ago, for one of his birthday gatherings. The one he tried on for her, boldly challenging her. She smiled. She was glad she took on this challenge, even if it took over 15 years to come full circle. Stay tuned…

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Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend and editor, Harvey. We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 10

Jake

I reached up and squeezed Hailey’s large breasts and she let out a little moan. We’d gotten home from the club about a half hour ago and she’d told me that she wanted me. We’d watched a few hot scenes on the CCTV system at the club but we hadn’t engaged sexually with any of the club members. Watching the members now really turned her on and I loved how needy she was once we’d gotten home.

“You’re big cock feels so good inside me,” she moaned. She was riding me and she adjusted the angle, and I knew my shaft was caressing her clit just the way she liked it.

“Your pussy feels so tight, baby, you feel so good.” Her body convulsed for the second time and I knew she was releasing; the spasming muscles in her vagina were milking my cock and bringing me closer to going off the edge. Once she’d recovered her senses, she spoke.

“I want to feel you come deep inside me, Daddy,” she whispered.

She squeezed her muscles around my engorged member, this time voluntarily, and I shot powerful spurts of semen deep inside her that triggered her final release. She collapsed on top of me and we both struggled for several moments as we caught our breath. Then she rolled off of me and I pulled her tight into my arms. “You know I can’t get enough of that big thing, right?” she said playfully.

“I know you can’t and I’ll give you as much as you can handle.”

She giggled. “You’d better.”

We basked in the afterglow for a minute or so. She loved being in my arms and me holding her. She’d told me several times that this was her safe place, her happy place, and it was always something that I enjoyed hearing. “So, guess who I ran into this evening at the club?”

She ran her hands over my chest and gently kissed my neck. “Who?”

“Malik and Shanice.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes, love.”

“So what did you do, exchange some recipes, talk some politics?” she said saucily.

I laughed. I always loved her playful sense of humor. “There’s a certain tall blonde that he’s very interested in.”

Her jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Yes, he’s seen you around the club with me and actually approached me about him and Shanice getting together with us.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I said I was open to the idea, but I wanted to speak to you about it first. I know we’ve talked about being with them and you said that it was something that you wanted.”

It was as if I could see the wheels in her mind spinning, and then a nervous look broke over her face. “I remember watching him, he’s … you know … very large, like some porn guy.”

“He’s very large, one of the biggest, or maybe the biggest, in the club. He and Dick are close, but I think Malik is a bit bigger.”

“I guess I’m a little hesitant, you know? Before, it was just talk, us talking and fantasizing about swapping with them, but it feels a lot more real now.”

“He wants this, he wants you, bad.”

She ran her hand over my chest. “I think you want this too, don’t you?” she whispered.

“Shanice is a very beautiful woman, probably the sexiest black woman I’ve ever seen.”

She giggled. “You want her just as much as Malik wants me, huh?”

“Yes, I do, love, but this isn’t only about me, you’re in the middle of this too.” I paused for a moment in reflection. “You said you’re hesitant,” I said seriously. “Why is that?”

“He’s a monster, Jake. I’ve never … you know … been with anyone that big.”

“He’s just a little larger than Dick and I know you enjoyed that.”

“Yes, I did, I really enjoyed being with him, being with both of you.”

“I want you to have new experiences, and I’ll be breaking new ground as well.”

She gave me a beautiful smile. “She is very beautiful.”

“We’ll have a lot of fun with them.”

She looked seriously into my eyes. “You know that I’m happy being in a relationship with you, right?”

“Yes, love, I know.”

“Being with other men, you watching me as I explore and do new things, makes it even better for me.”

“I know it does.”

“More than anything, I want you to know that I’m happy with your size. I don’t need any of this to be happy, the only thing I need in my life is you, Jake.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew that being with Malik would be a lot for her, yet amidst all of this, all of her hesitation and nervousness about being with him, she was the one reassuring me that our relationship was solid. I pulled her into my arms and we shared a deep passionate kiss. “I love you, Hailey, and I need you as much as you need me.”

“I love you too.” She thought for a moment. “You’ll be there in the room, right?”

“Yes, I will. I don’t want to miss a moment of you being with him,” I gently teased.

She took a deep breath. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?”

I gave her another gorukle escort little kiss. “Yes, we are.”

– – – – –

It was Saturday night and I pulled into my reserved parking space in front of the club. When I looked over at the passenger’s seat, Hailey appeared to be a little nervous. It was going to be a big night, and even though I knew she’d been looking forward to this all week I could easily tell that the butterflies were churning within her. “Are you doing okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, I am, I’m just a little … you know.”

“I know you are, but I’ll be right there and you’ll be fine.”

“There’s no way I could do anything like this if you weren’t there, Daddy.”

I subtly tried to change the subject to keep her mind off of what we both knew was going to happen. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

She gave me a shy smile. “Thank you.”

Hailey was wearing a short white Bodycon mini-dress that put a lot of her breasts on display. She’d also chosen a pair of white five-inch pumps that accentuated her long sexy legs. I knew she always loved wearing sexy club-type dresses when we went to Fantasy Island, but she looked especially radiant this evening and I couldn’t help but think that her choice of white only emphasized the color contrast of her being with Malik. We exited the Escalade and I wrapped my arm securely around her as we entered the club.

I checked in with Tommy and Darren and they assured me that everything was under control. Since it was Saturday night, the club was packed and they knew I wanted them to be especially vigilant to ensure everyone’s safety. I wanted to walk around before Malik and Shanice arrived, so Hailey went into my office. I made a quick trip around the club and the guys’ assertion was correct; everything was in order and all the members appeared to be having a good time. When I got to my office Hailey was sitting at my desk and viewing the big monitor on the opposite wall.

“See anything interesting?” I asked.

“There’s a group of three couples who’ve broken up and are playing with each other in the main room.”

I walked over to her and stood behind her. “That’s very interesting.”

We switched cameras and turned our attention to one of the other areas, and I saw Don and Mari. Don was sitting on a bench and Mari was in front of him, on her knees and fellating another man. While Don watched he had two fingers buried deep inside the man’s wife, slowly moving them in and out.

“God, Mari is so sexy,” Hailey said breathlessly.

I grinned. “Yes, she is.”

“You loved being with her, didn’t you?” she whispered.

“Oh … you know … it was okay,” I gently teased.

She giggled, turned, and looked deep into my eyes. “You’ve always demanded total honesty from me, right?” she said playfully.

I laughed. “Yes, I do, love.”

“I’d love a little of that too now.”

I thought for a moment. “You know how submissive she is and what that does to me. I loved being with her, honey.”

“I’d love a little of her too.”

I loved that little gleam in her eyes and I suddenly realized that Hailey wanted Mari just as much as I did. “I want to watch you with her, and then I want you to be with Don again.”

It felt like the lustful twinkle in her eyes would burn right through me. “I want that and I want you to be with Mari again, so make it happen, Daddy,” she purred.

“I will, baby.”

As Don and Mari and the other couple moved to one of the large beds in the middle of the room I glanced at the monitor on my desk, which was showing the view from the camera on the club entrance, and saw Malik and Shanice walking through the front door. He was wearing a light-blue suit without a tie and she was wearing a short little red dress that hugged her tight curves. The crimson dress perfectly accentuated her flawless mocha-colored skin. “They’re here, honey.”

Hailey directed her attention to the PC monitor. “Damn, I love those red Louboutins she’s wearing.”

I had to admit the nearly-five-inch heels really made Shanice’s long legs look incredibly good. “I’ll have to get you a pair.”

She gave me a beautiful smile. “Yes, you will.”

“Are you ready to do this?”

“Yes, I am,” she said lustfully. Hailey rose from the chair, I took her hand, and we walked out of the office and into the main reception area where the members checked in. When Malik and Shanice saw us they broke into friendly warm smiles. Malik extended his hand and I firmly shook it. “It’s so great to see both of you,” I said.

“It’s great to see you too,” he responded.

Once I released Hailey’s hand, she and Shanice exchanged a little hug. “You look so beautiful tonight, I love that dress and especially those heels,” Hailey said.

“Girl, that little dress is amazing, it makes you look so sexy,” she purred.

As their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies, I couldn’t help but think that the two women were sharing a moment. I knew from watching her on the monitor that Shanice altıparmak eskort bayan was bisexual, and the attraction between them was quite evident. While the women were openly taking each other in, I noticed that Malik’s eyes were lustfully roaming over Hailey’s body, so more than anything I wanted to get things started between the four of us. “So, are we ready to do this?” I asked.

“You bet we are, lead the way,” Malik replied, so I led the group to one of the private rooms, the one with the bench in addition to the king bed. I unlocked the cipher and closed the door after everyone was inside.

“This is really nice,” Shanice said. “I’ve never been in one of these private rooms before.”

“Really, never? Well, I’m glad that’s a situation I’m able to remedy this evening,” I said smoothly. Shanice looked at Hailey and then took a step towards her. She pulled Hailey into her arms and they shared a slow hot kiss. In an instant, their hands were roaming up and down each other’s bodies.

“I’ve seen you around the club with Jake, and you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to meet you,” she cooed.

“You’re so sexy and beautiful, Shanice, I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time too.”

While Hailey spoke, Shanice had slipped her hand under Hailey’s dress and was rubbing the front of her little black thong. “Your pussy is so hot and wet, my man is going to love being with you,” she whispered in Hailey’s ear. Even though she wasn’t speaking very loudly, Malik and I were able to hear her.

Time to get the ball rolling here. I moved in behind Shanice, gently turned her around, and pulled her to me. Instantly, her lips fused with mine. She was a great kisser, and after just a moment her tongue was inside my mouth and delicately dancing with mine. This is gonna be great, I thought, and then I slipped my hand onto her small but firm breast. She sighed and pressed her lower body against me, and I whispered, “You’re such a beautiful, sexy woman.”

She licked my earlobe and then whispered back, “I’ve seen you so many times and I’ve always wanted to be with you.”

While we shared our passionate embrace, Malik had pulled Hailey into his arms. Because he was only about 5’9″, Hailey towered over him in her four-inch heels; she had to bend down a little to kiss him. As they kissed, his hands were moving up and down her body and her hand was rubbing the very sizable bulge that tented the front of his pants. “You’ve got a real fuck-truck down there, don’t you?” she said breathlessly.

He gave her a toothy little grin. “Yes, I do, and you’re going to experience all of it tonight.”

As they began undressing each other, I concentrated on Shanice. I moved us towards the bench and took a seat on it while she stood in front of me. She looked into my eyes as I began removing her little tight dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perky round breasts moved sensually with each breath she took. Her small brown nipples accentuated her compact frame and flawless mocha skin.

“Good, Jake, I love this,” she said. “I love that you’re taking control of me.”

“Is that something you like?”

“I’d like more of it than I get,” she confessed. “Too many men see me as small and petite and they go easier on me than they could.”

“Well, that won’t be a problem tonight,” I said with a smile.

She slid her thong down her thighs, revealing a beautiful hairless vagina. Her puffy brown vulva was already wet with arousal and it was the perfect contrast to her pink inner lips. From head to toe, this woman is stunning, I thought. I pulled her to me and we exchanged a long deep kiss. I sat down on the bench and she dropped to her knees. As I began removing my shirt, she loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I raised my ass off the bench and she slid my pants and boxers down.

“This is nice, really nice,” she purred. “Being married to Malik, I really love having the chance to play with a cock I can take all the way down.”

I reached down and caressed her small but beautifully-shaped breasts and teased her nipples into stiffness. She opened her mouth and let a long string of her saliva drip over my shaft. I let out a little groan when she ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock. Then she took my balls in her hand, gently squeezed, and began sucking on the head. I wove my fingers through her long black hair as she worked me deeper into her mouth. Her other hand moved between her legs and she began rubbing her clit while she slid me into her throat. When she let my cock pop out, it was covered with a thick layer of her saliva. “God, you have a beautiful cock,” she cooed.

I grinned. “I’m glad you like it.” She engulfed me again and started bobbing up and down, taking me deeper with every plunge. After a few seconds, I felt her lips touch my belly. “Yeah, just like that, it feels amazing,” I groaned. While Shanice fellated me, I turned my attention to the other couple, who had moved onto the bed.

Malik had shed his clothes nilüfer eskort bayan and was passionately kissing Hailey. Her long legs were open and he had two fingers deep inside her, slowly moving them in and out while their tongues probed each other’s mouths. He let out a little moan when she took his erect member into her hand and started to stroke it. It was an arousing sight; her fingers were barely able to grasp all the way around his thick shaft, and I could imagine what it would look like when he penetrated her with it. After a few seconds his pre-cum had dribbled all over her fingers. When he broke the passionate embrace, she licked her fingers, collecting the thick moisture.

“Mmmm, you’re slutty as fuck, girl,” he whispered.

A little blush broke over her face. “Yes, I am.”

He grabbed a couple of pillows, propped them against the headboard of the bed, and laid himself back on them. They exchanged another long deep kiss and then she nestled between his legs. She took his erection in her hand at the base. “God, you’re so long and thick,” she cooed.

“Yes, I am, and you’re going to enjoy every bit of it.”

She giggled. “Yes, I will.”

She opened her mouth wide and began gently sucking on the head. After a few seconds she worked about half of his length inside, and her saliva was dripping down his shaft and soaking his balls. When the head of his cock reached her throat, she began to cough just a bit. Hailey had never had much of a gag reflex, but she’d never attempted to fellate anyone as big as Malik. “I can see you’re going to be quite a challenge,” she said playfully.

He grinned. “I think that’s the general opinion of the women in the club.”

She took his cock in her hand, began to stroke it, and looked deep into his eyes. “Has anyone been able to do it … you know … take you down to the root?”

“No, I’ve never been with a woman who could do that, not even my wife.”

She giggled. “So I’d be the first?”

He gave her a toothy grin. “Yes, you would.”

There was a fiery look of determination in her eyes. I’d learned that Hailey had a little competitive streak and I knew she’d want to be the first woman to be able to deep-throat that monster. She took him back into her mouth and moved her head rapidly up and down on his cock. When the head reached her throat she pushed down hard and got a couple of additional inches in. She had taken almost all of him in, but I reasoned the thick bulbous head was thwarting her progress. When she let his cock slip out of her mouth, she was moaning and gasping for breath.

“I might need a little help,” she whispered. His eyes widened. “Push my head down, this is gonna happen.”

“Are you sure you want that?” he said questioningly.

“Yes, I do,” she said a little more sternly.

Hailey took him back in her mouth and worked about three-quarters of his long thick shaft into her throat. Once her progress had been thwarted, Malik wove his hands through her long blonde hair and pushed her head down hard. Hailey’s eyes began to water and her saliva was dripping down his shaft, but I could tell she wasn’t fighting him. He gave her head another hard downward push and her lips rested on his torso. In that moment, I’d never been more proud of her.

It was as if a dam had been broken. He released her head and she began plunging his cock deep into her throat, repeatedly taking him down to the root. Malik’s gasping moans were now echoing off the walls of the room.

When I looked down, Shanice was taking me all the way inside her mouth and throat. Her saliva was soaking my balls. She had such a hot mouth, and as she plunged me in and out she was quickly driving me to release. I reached out and gently pushed her away from me, which expelled my cock from her mouth. I stood up, took her hand, helped her up to her feet, and then led her to the bed. I sat her on the edge and then got down on my knees in front of her. She opened her legs and I got between them. The dark lips of her vagina were swollen and little drops of moisture were covering them. Again, I loved the contrast of her dark skin when set against her pink inner lips.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, extended my tongue, and ran the tip up and down the petals of her vagina, and she let out a little moan. She ran a hand through my hair and I pushed my tongue deep inside her. She tasted spicy, musky, and just a little sweet. I always loved how Hailey tasted, but Shanice’s flavor was intoxicating. She gently pulled my hair as I licked the walls of her vagina. Her moans and pants were becoming increasingly louder, so I knew she loved everything I was doing to her.

“Yeah, just like that, baby, get that tongue in me nice and deep,” she whimpered.

Her juices were now covering my face and she was grinding her hips into my mouth and tongue. I eased my tongue out, pushed two fingers inside her, and curled them up towards me, putting pressure on her G-spot. When I attached my mouth to her clit and rolled it around with the tip of my tongue her body went rigid and her moans echoed off the walls of the little room. She relaxed momentarily, but when I gave her dark little bud a couple of hard sucks she tensed up again. Her breathing became shallow and ragged and her body began to violently convulse as her orgasm consumed her.

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“See you later,” she said through a mouthful of croissant. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back tonight, big pitch today.”

“No problem. We’ll expect you when we see you then, won’t we Mollie.”

She kissed her daughter on the cheek and patted her hair. “Remember she has a rehearsal for the play after school tonight.” And she glided out the front door.

Graham sighed. Of course he would remember, he was the one who always remembered things. Karen didn’t – she was too busy having important business meetings and working all the hours God sends. Still, he knew it made sense for him to be the one staying at home. His online business was taking off too though, so hopefully it wouldn’t be long before he was contributing as much to the finances as she was.

He stood up, shaking the crumbs off his shirt, and picked up Mollie’s backpack. “We ready to go then Missy?”

“Yes Daddy, come on!” Mollie ran to the door, and Graham marvelled at how much she loved going to school. He’d hated it when he was her age, but then he’d been to an inner city state school while his daughter went to a private school with all the advantages that brought with it. They jumped in the car, and ten minutes later pulled into the driveway leading to the massive car park at St Augustus school. It was a mansion set in lovely wooded grounds, with playing fields as far as the eye could see. It was a boarding school as well as a day school, but they only lived a short drive away so there was no point in sending her away. He told himself so often that if Karen didn’t work so much they’d never have been able to afford this, but at night, when he was alone, this was no real comfort.

Mollie ran into the main doors, after giving him a very quick peck on the cheek, and he smiled. Lovely to see her happy. He turned the car around and began to head back out the driveway. There were many other cars heading out from parents of the day pupils, but only one parent on foot. It caught him off guard to see the tall brunette striding out the gates. People never walked kids to this school – that would mean no opportunity to parade the new 4×4’s around. He pulled up alongside her.

“Can I give you a lift somewhere?” he enquired, trying to be as gentlemanly as he could. Her car must have broken down, so thought it was only fair to offer a ride. The woman stopped walking and looked down into the car window in surprise. She hesitated. He knew what must be going through her mind, so he reassured her. “My little girl is in year 2 here. I’m Graham Marsden.”

He extended his hand out the window. She shook it, replying “Sally Howell. My Fiona is in year 4. Thank you so much for the offer of a lift, but there’s really no need, I only live round in the village. It’s not a long walk.”

“It’s no problem, please hop in. I’m literally passing straight through the village anyway.”

She smiled, and climbed in the passenger seat. Graham drove off through the iron gates and towards the village. “Thank you. We’ve only moved here recently, and it’s nice to meet people. Are you from the area?”

“The next town along. So, your car broken down?”

“Husband has it.” Graham raised his eyebrows. “Ah.” he said.

“Permanently. He kept it in the divorce and I haven’t had my new one delivered yet.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. About the divorce, not the car. Well, the car as well I suppose!”

They both chuckled. “Well I’m not sorry. My husband was a cunt. Always was, always will be.”

Hearing her use that kind of language with a cut glass English accent made Graham sit up and look at her. She must have noticed that he was taken aback, as she touched his knee and said, “Sorry, he just always brings out the worst in me. It’s left here.”

He turned left into the drive of a smallholding. He could immediately see a few goats and chickens running around along the side of the property. Funny, she hadn’t struck him as the type. “I love animals,” she said, as if reading his mind. “Richard never did, my ex-husband that is. Hated everything. As soon as I was rid of him I got myself into the Good Life so to speak. I grew up on a farm.”

“How lovely. I’m a country boy now, but grew up in the city. Always yearned to be in the fresh air though, so we moved here. My wife still works in London though, she can’t give up the rat race.”

“Ah. Fair enough. Would you like to come in? I can make some tea, and I’ve been baking. Won’t say that they’re astounding, but I do make a very creamy cupcake!”

Graham paused before accepting. He wanted to go in with her, but strangely didn’t trust himself. tecavüz porno She was an extremely attractive woman. Early 30’s he guessed, not overweight but not a size zero, and she had lovely big breasts, which he had noticed were straining at the white blouse she had on. Fuck it, he thought, it’s only a cuppa, She probably needs the company.

“Why not?” he replied.

They both got out the car and walked up the picture perfect path to the front door. He felt like he was stepping into a tv drama, it was so perfectly laid out. A gorgeous old cottage, decorated in tasteful, heritage colours, with carefully chosen artwork on the walls. Everything had a handcrafted feel to it, and there was an amazing aroma drifting from the kitchen. He discerned that it was a combination of lemon, almond and cinnamon, mixed with the temptation of freshly made bread. This woman was some kind of 1950’s angel.

She ushered him into the large kitchen. The scent got stronger, and he saw why. The counter tops were filled with delicious treats, cupcakes, eccles cakes, scones, breads. He looked a little amazed.

“It’s for the church fete tomorrow,” she explained, knowing it probably looked a little excessive. “Trying to fit in early. Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee please.” He sat down at the massive wooden table. It was solid wood, oak or pine, he wasn’t sure. But either way it was a statement piece.

She placed his coffee in front of him, and sat next to him, at the head of the table. She sipped the hot coffee delicately, blowing it a little first.

“So what do you do for a living then?”

“I work from home,” he replied cautiously. “I have an online business. I take care of my little girl as well, while my wife Karen works.”

“I see, you’re a house husband,” she chuckled.

He bristled slightly, then laughed with her. “Yes, I guess I am really.”

“What kind of online business do you have then? Anything I would know?” She looked over the top of her cup inquisitively.

Graham shifted in his seat slightly. He never liked broaching the subject of his work in too much detail with people he barely knew. “I run a social media style site, bringing like-minded people together. People with…specialist interests.” He gulped his coffee.

“What kind of specialist interests?” Sally leaned back on the chair, crossing her legs. She raised an eyebrow as if she already had an idea of what he meant. She seemed like an open minded kind of woman. Maybe he should just tell her. But that might ruin a chance of friendship, and might get all round the village. Who knew how discreet she was? At the same time, something was telling him to disclose all, to confide in this confident, friendly woman. He didn’t know quite why, but he started to divulge his biggest secret. One that only he, Karen and his accountant knew.

“I run a website which caters for people who like…well, outdoor sex.” He took another sip of coffee. She didn’t seem at all phased. In fact she smiled cheekily.

“Just al fresco sex, or dogging as well?” she inquired casually. That threw him. He had not expected her to be that blase about it.

“Both really. I mean, the two go hand in hand these days, and more people are into it than ever before. My site offers information, advice, and the chance to meet people in the local area. It means that people can be clued up before they go, that they know how to play safe, and that above all they have a good experience.” He stopped, aware that this was the most he’d spoken to anyone about this for a long time. She still didn’t seem phased.

“Are you into it yourself, or just helping others?” She leaned in towards him. He could see her breasts thrusting upwards, peeking out the top of the blouse as she leaned onto the table top. He could feel himself getting a little hot under the collar.

“Erm, I used to be. A long time ago. Before I married Karen.” He cleared his throat. “She knows I have a bit of a chequered past, shall we say. She’s fine with it, but we are very…normal.”

“That is a pity.” There was a glint in her eye, and he could feel himself stirring slightly in the confines of his jeans.

“How so?”

“Well, it’s a pity all that is in the past for you.” She leaned closer and he moved towards her. Their eyes met first before their lips, then suddenly they were kissing passionately. Her tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, and she pulled on his lip with her teeth. He was completely hard under the table now, his cock straining at his clothes. Her hand was running round his neck travesti porno and he grabbed her hair and ran his hand through it. He stopped suddenly and pulled away.

“My wife…really, I…”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He paused, then pulled her close again. Her hands fumbled at his zip and quickly his cock was free. She massaged it gently at first but soon picked up speed until she was rubbing him rapidly, banging her arm against the underside of the table. He began to grasp at her heaving breasts, and she guided his hand inside her shirt, popping more buttons as she did so. He pushed aside the lace of her bra until he had full access to her nipples, already hard. He pinched at them playfully. She unlocked her lips from his again and pulled away. Kneeling down on the stone floor, she took his hard cock in her mouth and began to lick the tip. He moaned quietly. Skillfully she slid her mouth all the way down his length and began to suck. He held her hair in his hands to guide her but she didn’t need it. She sucked hard, moving her entire head up and down, following along with her hands, her fingers deftly working their magic.

He sat back in the chair, closing his eyes, immersing himself fully in the moment. He could feel her warm mouth enveloping him, making him twitch as her tongue circled his head. He wanted her, wanted her now. He pulled her head up off him, and directed her to stand up.. Unzipping her jeans, he pulled them right down. She kicked off her shoes and slipped the jeans on to the floor. He delved his hand inside her white panties and could feel how wet she was already. Sliding his hand all over the wetness, he slipped a finger inside her and began to massage. He could see her bracing herself against the table and arching her pelvis into his hand. He moved outwards again and found the soft mound of her clitoris and gently brushed over it.

Seeing her face contort slightly in pleasure, he smiled to himself, wondering if he still had the ability to make a woman orgasm with just his hands. Karen never did anymore, he had stopped trying to persuade her to get physical with him a long time ago. He pushed a little harder on her soft flesh, his hands wet and slipping easily over and back again. She groaned and leaned heavier on her arms. He squeezed lightly and stopped, thrusting his fingers quickly back inside her, finding the elusive spot that makes women orgasm in a moment. She did. Her breathing became heavy as he pressed that spot, his thumb rubbing her clit as well. She was trembling, and let out a loud moan as her pussy tightened round his fingers. His work was done, he thought, smugly.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was good!”

She pulled him close and kissed him again. Hopping up on to the table, she wrapped her legs around him, guiding him to what she wanted. He pushed into her, making her gasp a little. He knew he had a big cock, and secretly used to love when any woman he was fucking showed visible shock at the feeling of him entering them. She was warm and wet, as he knew she would be. He steadied her hips on the table, as he picked up the pace and thrust into her. She leaned back across the table, and gave herself fully to him. Pulling her feet up onto the table, he fucked deeper and harder. He reached over and squeezed her breasts, pulling at her rock hard nipple. She moaned louder and louder, grasping the sides of the table in ecstacy. He’d made her climax, maybe twice by the feeling of her pussy tightening around him, and he was very close too, but he didn’t want it to stop. He pulled back out of her, taking her by surprise.

Pulling her towards the end of the table, he flipped her round until she was leaning across it. He reached around and stroked her, feeling her wetness again. She flinched slightly, sensitive now to any light touch but still wanting him. He thrust into her, making her lunge across the table with the force. He pounded in and out, sometimes slowing down and sliding nice and deep, sometimes fast and hard. her hands were gripping the table still and her groaning was getting louder again. He could feel her arch under him and knew she was going to cum again. As she bounced back on him, he could feel the climax coming for both of them, and as she spasmed round him, he erupted inside her with a roar of joy. As his cock twitched in her, he could feel her deliberately clenching and releasing, knowing that this would milk every drop out of him. She was good.

Sweating and panting, they both collapsed onto the cold, hard floor. Lying there, looking up at the xhamster porno ceiling beams, Graham felt the whole situation surreal. He’d only met this woman less than an hour ago, yet she was lying next to him, filled with his sperm and glowing from several orgasms. His mind drifted back to his wife. He knew it had become a bit of a marriage of convenience in a way, though he loved her of course. There was just no lust there any more. They used to have a great sex life, it hadn’t been long after they were married that Mollie had come along, and he knew Karen’s love for the family and giving them everything they needed was the driving force behind the incessant working, but really what he needed was a wife, not a cash machine, lying beside him in bed at night.

All this was running through his mind, and he hadn’t realised that Sally had sat up and was now getting properly dressed again. He put his recovering cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. He ran his hands through his hair awkwardly. Sally laughed.

“It’s fine, your wife won’t find out you know. I’m not going to fuck and tell. That’s just not my style,” she said as she pulled her hair back into a loose knot on the top of her head. “Besides, I’m trying to get myself respected in this village and I don’t think that seducing you is going to do very well for my reputation frankly.”

He liked this blunt, honest woman. Refreshing, sexy, funny, classy and, he surmised, possibly as kinky as he was.

“Of course. I think discretion is probably the way to go in this case.”

“Sit back down, I’ll make another coffee. We can chat like adults now we’ve got the sex out of the way,” she chuckled slightly.

To his own surprise, Graham did sit down. This wasn’t awkward, or weird. Well, ok it was a bit weird, but certainly he didn’t feel like he had to rush straight out in panic the way he would have assumed he would. She made him feel relaxed, comfortable almost. It did make him a little off-guard.

As she sat down across from him again with fresh coffees, he looked at her more closely. Her eyes were so vibrant, so full of life and mischief. She had clearly been through a lot with the divorce and now she was raising her little girl on her own, but she had a relaxed demeanour, and a way of putting you at ease almost immediately which he found very attractive.

“Cupcake?” she offered.

Taking a delicious looking, expertly iced cake from her, he bit into it. My God, he thought, she can bake. The icing was thick and a dollop found it’s way on to the end of his nose as he bit. Sally giggled.

“Here, let me get that for you.”

She leaned close to his face and delicately licked the icing off with the very tip of her tongue. She pressed her lips to his and pushed sugar coated tongue between them. He sucked it off greedily.

Leaning back completely in her chair, as if nothing had happened, she asked “So, the school. Your little girl has been going for a while, is it as good as they say it is?”

Graham had to try hard to focus, which she seemed to be doing with ease.

“Yes, erm, yes it is a highly performing school, the fees are extortionate as you’ll know, but overall my Mollie is really happy there. The social side of things is great. Is your daughter in the end of term play?”

“Yes, we managed to get her a small part, even though it had more or less all been cast by the time we got here. She takes her drama abilities from her mother I think! At least that’s what Richard always said.” She took a large sip of coffee.

“So what happened with you and your husband then? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“No it’s fine, I don’t mind talking about it now, it was a relief to have it all over and done to be honest, He was fucking his secretary, I retaliated by blowing our gardener. No major love left in the relationship, and we both wanted out. He was a miserable man, good luck to his new tart, she’ll need it. He’s a complete narcissist as well, pathetic really. He was quite a lot older than me, but I never cared at first, then it became obvious I was just for show, and that as long as he could still screw any busty blonde that passed through his office doors then he was happy to throw money my way and pay for a nice house. That grew old very quickly. I filed for divorce, got it on the grounds of infidelity, and took a nice hefty wadge of his cash. He did get my Aston, but I have a new Merc coming next week. I’d still walk Fiona to school though! And that’s pretty much it.”

“Fair enough. I suppose it’s better it’s ended then, for you especially.”

“Indeed.” she looked at her watch. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that was the time. I have my solicitor coming for a meeting in an hour, I really need to get showered and changed.”

“Of course,” he stood up. “Um, well, I’ll see you again some time.”

“You can count on it.”

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I had been everywhere, got all I wanted but still needed a bra. I had the dress, the shoes and even the hold ups with the lacy top!! The department store was the last option as their bras didn’t rate highly on the sexy ratings but as it had gone 5 o’clock, beggars could not be choosers.

I went straight to the lingerie section and walked through the isles not really looking at the bras wanting someone to chose one for me. “Can I help?”

I looked up startled to see a nice young assistant with a nametag on a thin white blouse that you could see her bra through. “I’m um looking for a bra!!” (Obvious really!)

“Anything in particular?”

“Satin, 34C, White or cream, something that won’t show through a figure hugging dress.” I replied a little clinically. I felt a bit guilty and as I hurried after her thought I would cheer up her day and make polite conversation.

“I’m going to that new night-club this evening and I decided to spoil myself and get kited out.”

“Here we go”, she said, “Wild Side? I think I might go there tomorrow evening! You’ll have to pop in and tell me what its like tomorrow. Changing rooms this way.”

She led me round the corner, gave me a ticket and showed me to a lovely large changing room. I was quite taken back by her kind nature, you don’t often see young people in the lingerie section of stores. Not that I had lesbian thoughts, but I thought see was ever so sexy, small shapely and with small but round breasts. I imagined for a split second what it was like for a man to hold bursa sınırsız escort her, kiss her, make love to her…

I slipped of my top, took of my bra and let my breasts hang free. I took the bra and tried it on, carefully placing each breast in to the cup. I looked at myself in the mirror, something was not right. I wondered if I needed a different size and if by telepathy a voice asked if I was all right.

“I think I might need the next size up.” I answered.

Everything went quiet and she returned a couple of seconds with the bra. She handed it to me from behind the curtain and I thanked her. I could hear her out side and in a sheepish voice she reminded me of the fact that she was in fact trained as sizing bras for me and if she needed to be sized correctly she would be glad to help.

“What do you think?” I said then.

“Let’s see.” She came in to the changing room and looked at me. She showed me how to lift each breast into the cup and how to adjust the straps. Her little hands were warm and I began to feel quite strange over the feelings I had for her. As she touched me my skin I gave a little shiver.

She knew how I felt as she apologised and blushed.

“No it’s all right, felt nice.” What was I saying, admitting that I liked to be touched by a woman.

She composed herself looked me straight in the eyes,

“Now does that feel better?” She said as she faced me to the mirror.

“Much better, Thank you” I looked at her in the mirror as she looked me bursa üniversiteli escort up and down. Her hands where resting on my shoulders and as I turned round she let my body move under her hands never letting go. She lent forward but then hesitated.

“No go on.” She lent forward and put her lips to mine. I was washed all over with sexual tinglings. We were kissing each other with as much feeling as I would kiss my boyfriends. I searched her mouth with my tongue as she felt my breast, clasping my nipple and rubbing me up into frenzy. I was touching her face and neck. Biting and nibbling her lips and tongue.

We were going mad like two lovers who had not been together for a while. I tugged at her shirt and fumbled with the buttons. She helped me and I had my chance to hold and caress her breasts. They were so perfectly formed with pinkie brown erect nipples. Her skin was silky soft. I kissed her breasts and gently sucked on her nipples. She was breathing heavily and let out little gasps when I sucked her nipples hard.

It was her turn now and she started to undress me as I undressed her. She was kissing my neck and chest and I was in heaven. We both crouched down and fell on to the floor in each other’s arms. She rolled on top of me and began to kiss down my belly. She ran her fingers down my side and I didn’t know whether to laugh or have an orgasm. She sensed my excitement and ran her hands down to my cunt.

I was very wet and hot and she slipped bursa anal yapan escort a couple of her small fingers in to me with ease. She then ran her fingers over my lips and clit. I was in ecstasy and loving every minute. She was taken over by her own desires and crawled down between my legs and buried her head in my cunt. Her tongue was like feeding the flames that where already burning so hot. I wriggled and writhed under her. She also had her fingers working too.

Everywhere I moved she was there with her head glued to my cunt and her fingers working in and out. She sucked on my clit like an ice-lolly and I could feel my orgasm about to come. She never stopped and when it came my orgasm I exploded and juices flowed and she sucked them all up. She immediately came up and kissed me so I could taste myself.

I pushed her off me and thanked her and told her I was going to return the feeling to her. I dived down to her shaven cunt and first gave her long loving licks from her arsehole to her clit. He was moving her hips to the same rhythm as my licks so I then inserted my fingers to the same rhythm. She was so hot and tasted so good. Her juices were flowing so much I had them smeared all over my face and hands.

I sucked her clit till it was so hard and throbbing. I also put my finger up her arse and with that she came and her orgasm seemed to go on for wave after wave. She tasted so good and sweet. I didn’t move till she had stopped moving. I swallowed every last drop and licked her dry.

We lay there for what seemed hours just holding and stroking each other. Both of us totally relaxed. I slowly got up and gave her a loving kiss. I began to change.

“I think I’ll take the bra!” We both giggled.

“Can I see you again?” she asked tentatively. “You just gave me the most fantastic feeling”

“Yes”

That’s how it all started.

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It was partway through lunch period when Matthew heard about Sarah’s problem. Until then all Matthew knew about her was that she was Sal’s girlfriend for a short time two years ago, was active in the phys-ed department, and pretty much kept to herself.

“I don’t know, it’s just really silly,” Sal was saying as they walked down the hall. “From what the other girls on the team were telling me, she’s probably the best they have, but she won’t compete. I mean, I’ve heard about people being shy, but this is like some kind of anxiety disorder.”

“So, she’s on the rhythmic gymnastics team, but is too scared to be seen performing in front of other people,” Matthew repeated, trying to keep it straight.

“Yeah, well, ostensibly it’s ‘other people’, but I think it’s more like ‘boys’,” Sal said, shrugging, “I guess she’s like you when it comes to being afraid of the opposite sex.”

“Hey, what!?”

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean. How long have you been mooning after Athena, but I’ve never once seen you get up the nerve to even talk to her.”

Matthew made a dour face, but knew he couldn’t deny the facts. It wasn’t as if he was a bad looking kid, perhaps favourably compared to a young Keifer Sutherland, but even now as a high school senior he hadn’t quite overcome this instinctive panic that overcame him whenever faced with a girl in any direct way.

“You know,” Sal went on, taking on a conspiratorial tone, “if you were smart, I’d say there’s a perfect opportunity for you two to work out your problems together.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Think about it. It would be just like confrontation therapy, where you confront your greatest fear head on. She could try and practice her little routines with you watching, and she could let you try out pick up lines on her or something.”

Matthew thought Sal was just messing with him, but evidently he was quite serious. “She really has that big a problem?”

“Pretty much,” Sal admitted, “I guess it’s like a body image thing. You know how she always wears these long dresses and sweaters and whatnot, I guess she’s a little insecure. I thought maybe I helped her out a bit back when we were going out, but performing in public like that is just too much for her. I know she could do it with the right encouragement, but I really don’t have the time.”

Matthew wondered if this was one of those seemingly mad ideas that were actually quite brilliant. And if it somehow helped him work up the courage to talk to Athena…

“Alright. So, what do you want me to do?”

* * *

Just as arranged, Matthew made his way toward the gym a half hour after classes. Exactly how quickly Sal managed to arrange all this was a little suspicious, but for the moment Matthew put those thoughts aside. Sarah was waiting at the rear gym entrance, leaning back against the orange painted metal door. On first spotting her, Matthew stopped in his tracks, that familiar panic taking over. She was dressed all in black, with a long straight skirt and jacket. If it wasn’t for the Adidas bag slung over one shoulder one might have mistaken her for a ‘goth chick’. Her hair was black too, cut in a straight line above the shoulders in a Chinese style cut. She smiled upon noticing Matthew, and he knew it was too late to back out.

“For a second I didn’t think you were coming,” she said, walking up to him and grabbing his hand.

“Uh, yeah, well…” Matthew mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

Sarah bit her lip, now coming to real grips with what they were about to do. “Er, I figure we have the gym to ourselves for a least an half hour or so before the custodians will come and kick us out.”

“Ok.”

With the folding divider pulled across, they entered that half of the gym with a wide blue mat laid across the parquet floor. It looked like they did indeed have the place to themselves.

“Um, look, I guess I better get changed,” Sarah said, swinging her bag across to her other shoulder. She was obviously nervous, but he was so nervous himself that he couldn’t think of anything to say to assuage her.

“Ok.”

Giving a small wave, she disappeared into the changeroom as he sat down on the low tier of the pull out spectator seats. He tried to be patient, but after several minutes passed he wondered if maybe she’d bailed out herself, taking a back exit. He was about to get up and check when the changeroom door finally opened, and a very different Sarah finally stepped out into the stark light.

Gone were the layers of clothes, replaced with a simple tight fitting blue-and-white long-sleeved leotard, and an odd looking pair of slippers that only covered the front part of the foot. She was…well, she was really beautiful, and certainly had a slender, well defined figure. How on earth could she have a body-image problem as Sal suggested? Carrying a portable stereo in one hand, and a ribbon enveloped rod in the other, she padded out onto the floor mat.

Placing the stereo down by the side of the tecavüz porno mat, Sarah began to pace back and forth, arms clasped tight about her as though fighting off some deep chill. In fact she hadn’t said a word or looked in his direction since she’d changed into her gymnasts gear. Matthew knew he had to do something to try and make her comfortable.

“Er, you know, I don’t really know too much about this sport,” he spoke up, “could you tell me what you’re going to do?”

“Well, I decided to show you the ribbon,” she replied, talking to her feet, “It’s probably what I’m best at, though I don’t really think I’m as good as the other girls say I am.”

“From what I hear you’re very good,” Matthew told her, “and I doubt I’d be able to tell if you made a mistake anyway. You should just to go out there and do what you like, regardless of what anyone else might think. Besides, I’m sure you’ll have lots of people cheering you on, and I’m certainly not here to pick on you. I think you look terrific.”

Sarah looked over at him with an embarrassed smile. “Ok. I’m going to do it.”

Taking a few deep calming breaths, she unwound the long yellow ribbon, mentally going over her routine. It was probably wise not to think of herself as being watched, though at the same time she wanted to do her best to impress him. She just wished she felt better about what she had to wear -she wouldn’t even go to the beach without a proper pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, which the pale skin of her completely bare legs no doubt gave witness to. No, no time for negative thoughts, only for action.

Walking over to the tape deck she pressed ‘play’, then took position at the centre of the mat. She arranged the length of the ribbon in a circle around her, arm outstretched, one foot before the other, waiting for the music to begin. It was a selection from J.S. Bach’s cello suite

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, which in some ways was an unusual choice of ribbon music, but she loved the sombre understated power of the cello, having some strange affinity with it.

Matthew leaned forward as the first strains of music came forth, and Sarah immediately responded. It was like her entire demeanour changed, face sharp with concentration yet enraptured with the placid flow of the melody. With a deft flick of the wrist the ribbon became airborne, and she set her lean body in motion as her routine truly began.

Watching Sarah was something of a revelation. Having little knowledge of the sport apart from brief glimpses on television, seeing it performed in person was a genuinely compelling experience. She manipulated the ribbon with completely flawless control, creating patterns of snakes and spirals he’d never thought possible. He also never thought it was possible for a human body to move and bend the ways hers did, and from the sharp way she pivoted on her feet he could now see why those toe-shoes were so necessary. The sheer amount of control she had was remarkable yet appeared so effortless, such as when she tossed the baton into the air, performed a smooth roll, and caught it again without a single pause or an upwards glance.

And, he must admit, he took some guilty pleasure in just watching her slender agile body move and twist, her legs very shapely and lean, her torso so tightly enveloped in her leotard he could almost count her ribs, but could certainly see the perfectly defined shape of her modest breasts.

When the routine finally ended after it’s two and a half minutes, it was almost too soon for Matthew. Sarah remained on the mat in the splits position, her ribbon draped around her, hardly believing herself that it was over. She’d done it! She looked over at Matthew, who rose from his seat, clapping. She broke out in a relieved smile, immediately running over to him, giving him a big hug. He was completely startled by this, and a little embarrassed since she must be able to feel the bulge he’d gotten in his trousers.

“Oh my gosh, I never thought I’d make it through,” Sarah enthused, wandering back out onto the mat.

“You were really good out there,” Matthew said, following, “I can’t imagine why you were so concerned about competing in public.”

She shook her head. “I don’t even want to think about that. Still, I do feel better about the whole thing now… I don’t know, maybe I could.”

Sarah sat down crosslegged on the mat, motioning for Matthew to join her. He paused, now confronted with his own innate fears. It was all very easy to be a spectator, but now they were face to face.

“You ok?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he stammered, distractedly scratching at the back of his head. “Just a bit nervous I guess.”

“Right, Sal told me. You shouldn’t be. Anyway, it’s my turn now to help you. Are you really that uncomfortable around girls?”

Matthew shrugged. “I guess. It’s kinda hard to explain.”

Sarah tilted her head, studying his face. Somehow it never occurred to her that a guy could really be that way.

“Maybe you just lack familiarity. travesti porno I assume you don’t have any sisters. Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

“No, not really,” Matthew admitted. “Which isn’t to say I’m not interested. Do you know Athena at all?”

Sarah’s expression cracked for a moment. “Oh, yeah, Athena. Very tall, long hair; yes, she’s nice,” she said, drawing her knees up to her chin.

“Of course I have no idea if she’d even give me the time of day, much less go out with me…”

“Oh, no, don’t say that,” Sarah blurted, “I mean, if I were her, I’d be crazy to pass up the chance to be with you.”

Matthew was rather surprised by this bit of flattery, he didn’t know how to respond.

“Alright, I’m going to do everything it takes to get you comfortable enough to ask Athena out,” Sarah decided, shuffling very close to him, her right leg now inbetween his knees. Matthew glanced down to where her toe-shoe clad foot now rested so close to his lap. “I’ll show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of when it comes to the opposite sex.”

“Er, really,” Matthew replied weakly, unable to disguise his unease. This reaction only encouraged Sarah, who reached out to grab his hand.

“Look into my eyes,” she instructed, leaning forward. For the first time Matthew noticed that her eyes were a very rich hazel colour. “If I were Athena, what is the one thing you’d most like to do?”

“I, uh…” A brief image of Sarah out there on the mat flashed before him, and the memory of how aroused he’d gotten by watching her. Athena wasn’t exactly foremost on his mind right now.

“How about a kiss,” she suggested.

“…alright.”

Sarah’s lightly pink shaded lips opened, her eyes closed, and Matthew completed the act by coming close and pressing his lips to hers. This may not have been his first kiss, but it felt as though it was. He could feel her warmth, and the subtle trace of what might have been perfume. It was not a deep kiss, but they held it a while before she finally broke it off.

“I have a confession to make,” Sarah told him. “When this whole idea came up to help me with my ‘stage fright’, there was a reason why I asked for you specifically.”

“You asked for me,” Matthew repeated, brow furrowed.

“You see, I knew that if I could perform in front of you, I could perform in front of anyone because… well, because you’re the one person I’d most hate to have think badly of me. Sorry, I shouldn’t be saying these things, especially since you aren’t really interested in me…”

Sarah paused, still holding onto Matthew’s hand.

“Can I ask, if it’s not too personal, just how far you’ve gotten with a woman,” she asked, “if you know what I mean.”

Matthew, still reeling from Sarah’s half-admission of her feelings for him, at first didn’t know what she meant.

“Oh, er, that. It’s a little embarrassing to say, but not very far at all…”

“That’s ok,” Sarah smiled, “I’m glad. Besides, they’re probably a lot more virgins running around this school then they’d admit to. But, I did say that familiarity was the key to helping you overcome your fears.”

“Familiarity?”

Sarah nodded her head, then proceeded to lay his hand firmly against her right breast. His first instinct was to pull away, but she held him there. Through the thin white-and-blue patterned lycra leotard, Matthew could tell she must be wearing a support bra.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s, um, really nice,” he replied nervously. He wasn’t lying though, it was.

“You can squeeze a little if you want. I promise they won’t burst,” she said lightly, eyes bright. He couldn’t resist doing so. “You have a nice touch. I only wish they were a bit bigger.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Matthew said, his thumb running over the barely perceptible bump of her nipple. “I think they’re just fine as they are.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned forward and they kissed again, deep this time, their tongues meeting together. She stealthfully moved a hand up between his crossed legs, resting it against the obvious bulge in his trousers. The gentle pressure she applied made Matthew very aware of just how aroused he’d gotten, pre-cum now beginning to make a noticeably wet smear on the inside of his underwear.

“My god, my mother would kill me if she knew what I was doing right now,” Sarah grinned.

“Yeah, you and me both.”

Sarah pushed Matthew back onto the mat, her other hand still pressed to his crotch. Her dark bangs falling forward over her eyes, she felt genuinely wicked, looking at his lap with indecision. Should she ask, or just go for it? The rather strong tingly feeling between her legs told her to go forward.

Sitting up on his elbows, Matthew hardly dared to move as she unzipped his fly and undid the button of his pants. There was something very surreal about this once shy girl, kneeling beside him still clad in her gymnasts gear, extracting his stiff member from his briefs. He also didn’t want to xhamster porno move for fear of coming -he really was that close to the edge, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in the worst way possible.

“It’s so cute,” Sarah breathed, now holding his warm bare organ in her fingers, “It’s sort of curved to one side.”

She squeezed it, and another drop of pre-cum emerged to slide onto the top of her hand. This was only the third penis that she’d ever seen, but she decided on the moment that this was the nicest -because it was attached to her favourite person, though he still probably had no idea how long she’d been mooning after him from the obscurity of the crowd.

“I’d be really careful about doing that,” Matthew told her as she slowly began to stroke him.

“Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Too good.”

In fact the warning came too late. One more fateful squeeze and that was it. Unable to stop, Matthew groaned with both pleasure and defeat as the first streams of semen squirted up onto his half exposed belly. Sarah stifled a laugh, delighted by the sight of his physical pleasure being expressed in such a sticky, messy fashion. She kept holding onto him, feeling each shot pulse through his length, until the last drops now trickled down onto her fingers.

“Oh, I am so sorry, I…,” Matthew stammered, practically blushing.

“It’s alright, I loved it,” Sarah said, still looking at the wonderful puddle of slick semen, “I can’t believe you were that excited for me. It’s kinda flattering.”

“I guess you’re going to have trouble walking out of here like that,” Sarah observed, testing the consistency of his ejaculate between her fingers.

“No kidding. I still can’t believe I did that…”

“Don’t worry, no one will ever know but us,” she assured him, “come on, let’s get cleaned up in the changing room.”

Leading him inside, Sarah ran the water from the sink. Rinsing off her hand, she then grabbed some paper towels, getting them a little moist first. Dropping to her knees, she pulled Matthews pants down a little further and began to clean off his mess.

“I can do that myself,” he offered.

Sarah just gave him a small smile, taking some obvious pleasure in handling his still half-erect penis as she wiped away the semen from his abdomen. She extended her explorations to the sac of his testes, being thinly covered by his blonde pubic hair.

“Can I ask a forward question,” she said softly, looking up into his eyes, “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom in that wallet of yours?”

Matthew was too taken aback to answer.

“You don’t think that guys are the only ones to get horny, do you,” she smiled, “I guess I understand if you don’t want to. I’m sure you think I’m trying to use sex to try and win your affections away from Athena…”

“No, not at all,” he said hurriedly, “I just never understood that’s the way you felt before. I’d love to go out with you, if you want. But as for right now, I do have a condom, but I don’t know if I can get it up again so soon.”

“It looks like you’re half way there already,” she observed, massaging his length in her hand, “Maybe I can help speed the process along.”

Opening her mouth, she slowly eased the head of his penis in past her lips, touching his glans with her tongue. Closing her eyes she began to suck him, his member carrying the salty taste of his recent ejaculation. Matthew swallowed hard, staring down at the top of Sarah’s head.

He desperately hoped one of those caretakers didn’t walk in on them -perhaps it was just as well they were still more or less fully dressed. While she teased and fellated him, it was the little details that grabbed his attention; the way her black hair was so precisely cut, her outstretched arms sheathed in white lycra up to the wrist, to open back of her leotard, the rough bare skin of her heels peeking out from the straps of her toe-shoes. Within fairly short order she had him fully erect once again.

Following Matthew’s direction, Sarah extracted his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out the single condom it held within. No doubt it had been there for some time, kept like so many other teenage boys in the hopeful anticipation of just such a moment as this.

“How do you feel,” she asked as she rolled down the slick translucent rubber down over his erection.

“Uh… nervous,” he frankly admitted. Sarah grinned, somehow feeling powerful in the face of his reticence.

“You’ll do fine,” she told him, standing up now. “Why don’t you take off your shirt. We can have a shower together afterwords.”

“Will we have time?”

“Trust me.” Sarah quickly pulled her arms free from the sleeves of her leotard while he undressed. Pulling the lycra garment down to her waist, she reached back to undo her small white support bra. By the look on his face, Matthew was obviously pleased by the sight of her naked breasts. “Why don’t you take off the rest,” she offered.

Matthew nodded, hooking his thumbs under the top of the leotard and gradually pulled it down over her hips. He only paused when he reached the top of her white cotton briefs, but she nodded for him to continue. Kneeling down, Matthew finally unveiled the fine dark patch of her pubic hair, which caused a significant involuntary twitch in his cock.

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“That’s okay, I can sleep on the couch.” She says, politely. “I insist.”

“Okay. I’ll go get some blankets.” Stacy says. She walks into the bedroom. Kora sits down on the couch. Never has she done something so daring. Here she was at a random strangers house, sleeping on their couch. At least she was with a girl, so she wouldn’t try anything funny. Or so she thought. Kora would later realize the irony of this naïve thought. She’s already uncomfortable being there with Stacy, and half the time she doesn’t know how to respond with what she says. Kora has always been an awkward, shy person. Especially in the bedroom. She was embarrassed showing her body to Joe. Her boobs aren’t big, but they aren’t small either. But she’s always been super self conscious of them. Her boobs are size 36b. Stacy’s are probably Ds.

Stacy comes back into the room with some blankets.

“Why don’t you get yourself situated? I’ll make you some tea.” She tells her. Stacy goes into the kitchen. Initially she’ll have to drug Kora. She’ll tie her down, and tell her the drill when she wakes up. Stacy is so wet and she’s tingling with excitement. She’s always wanted someone like Kora. She wanted a girl who would need her. And Kora really needs someone. She’s going through a lot right now. Stacy takes the earl gray tea bag out of the cup and throws bursa escort it in the trash. Then she takes a roofie, which she had because she was always ready if someone were to come along, and puts it in the class.

Stacy walks back into the living room with a smirk on her face.

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Kora sips her tea. “What do you mean?”

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Kora opens her eyes slowly.

“Hey sleepy head.” Stacy says.

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“What are you doing?” Kora asks, scared.

“Well baby, like I told you before, I really want you. And when I kissed you, you kissed back- but I don’t know, I wasn’t sure how far you would go. And if you weren’t willing to do what I wanted, I couldn’t let you get away.” Stacy says. She strokes Kora’s cheek.

“Stacy… You really don’t have to do this.” Kora says. Besides her hands being tied back behind Stacy’s bedpost, she’s actually comfortable.

“If I wasn’t willing to do… What do you mean?” Kora asks. Stacy smiles at her. She bites her lip, in a cute way.

“I want you to taste me, hunnie.” Stacy tells her.

Kora’s speechless. She’s never eaten out a girl before. And she never planned to. But at the same time… Kora is kind of turned on. She can feel herself getting a little wet.

Stacy touched herself twice while Kora was out cold, and she’s so excited she can hardly stand it. It has been a very long time since she’s been this horny. The last time was probably the first time she met Phil. They were married out of lust though, not love. And after a few bursa elit escort weeks, that was gone, and the only thing holding their marriage together now is sex.

“I don’t want to have to force you, babe.” Stacy says.

“You don’t have to.” Kora says. She’s embarrassed that she’s so turned on. Her face is bright red.

Stacy’s euphoric, and her smile is giant. She takes Kora’s face in her hands and kisses her. After her kiss she licks her neck. It makes Kora feel great.

Stacy puts one leg on either side of Kora, sitting on her chest. She smiles down at her. All Stacy is wearing is an old tank top. She pulls it off of herself, reveling her 38c boobs. Her nipples are sticking out, erect. Slowly she moves to where she’s sitting conformably right on top of Kora’s mouth.

Kora can already feel that she’s soaking wet. She sucks on Stacy’s clit. Her juices taste different than a guy’s. More sweet. Joe’s was bitter and salty. It tastes good, and Kora likes it a lot.

“Yeah, that’s it baby.” Stacy says and then moans.

Kora moves her tongue along Stacy’s pussy lips. She sucks in all her juices. She rolls her tongue along her clit.

“Fuck yeah!” Stacy yells. She moans loudly. “Stick your fucking tongue out!”

Kora obediently sticks out her tongue. Stacy grabs the back of Kora’s head and pulls it into her center.

“Tongue fuck me baby!” Stacy screams. She moves Kora’s head in and out of her.

“I’m Cumming!” She yells. “Yeah! YEAH!” Stacy moans loudly. She yells in ecstasy. Her hips buckle around Kora’s head. Stacy stops, and starts panting loudly. She gets off of Kora’s face and sits on her chest. Bending over, she kisses Kora, tasting her own juices on her breath.

“That was fucking amazing baby, I can’t wait till Phil meets you.”

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If we weren’t supposed to be together, it wouldn’t be so easy, right?

That thought echoed in my head as I watched the red lights on the digital clock radio tick the minutes away.

If traffic worked in our favor, you should be here any minute-

A knock sounded on the hotel room door and for a moment I sat unable to move from the edge of the bed. My heart was in my throat, I could barely catch my breath.

I could feel my pussy tingling already.

Finally, we were going to be together.

Again.

The knock sounded a second time, a bit firmer, as if you thought maybe I didn’t hear it the first time. So I swallowed thickly, and forced my legs to carry me the few steps to the door, the door that separated you from me.

You were just as I remembered. Only this time you wore dress slacks and a dress shirt, not shorts and a polo shirt. This time you were coming from work, not strolling through a tourist town nestled by a lake in the mountains. This time I had come to you, booking the hotel room, choosing the time. The location. This time I was in control.

Or so I thought.

The door closed behind you. You set down your travel bag and scooped me into your arms, strong and firm as you pulled me close into your embrace. We kissed, getting reacquainted as we fumbled through the first unfamiliar moments of contact. Our bodies molded together. I revelled in your hardness as you moved against my softness. For a brief moment we were nearly one.

I pulled away, attempting small talk. I was very nervous even though I knew this time I had nothing to fear. “So how was the trip?” I walked into the room and you followed me, the heat of your gaze burning through my clothing tecavüz porno as as you studied my curves, the sway of my hips.

“Long.” You loosened your tie.

I turned around and watched as your hands moved lower, to your belt. I attempted small talk once more. “So… how are you?”

“Hard. Very hard.” With that simple response your zipper was down and both your slacks and your boxers were pushed away. As if in testimony of your last comment, your thick, hard cock sprung away and straight up, beckoning me.

Like a magnet to steel, I dropped to my knees before you, looking up and searching your face for a sign that this was okay, this was what you wanted. A slight nod as you studied me through half closed lids was all the invitation I needed.

Covering your length in slow, wet kisses, I took in your smell, your feel, your taste as I got used to the idea that we were together again. Flesh and blood. Hard flesh, here, in my hands. At my fingertips. Within my lips. I wanted to fuck you so badly already, but I wanted to taste your come first. Already I could feel the trickle of juice escaping my freshly shaved pussy. I needed your cock. Deep inside me.

But first-first- I needed to taste your come. I needed to know what you would be shooting deep inside me later on. I wanted to taste your sweetness again. Swallow every ounce you gave me. I was hungry for you.

And obviously you were hungry for me. You moaned deep and placed your hands on my head as I placed my mouth on YOUR head- the head of your cock. Your fingers knotted in my hair as you gently guided me down your hardness. Slowly, your cock slipped inside my mouth, over my tongue. Then your hands travesti porno guided my head upwards and you moaned softly again. My lips clung to the bulging tip of your head before reluctantly pulling away. One glance upward to your dreamy smile told me to keep going.

One hand slipped inside your boxers as I cupped your balls. Ever so gently I caressed them with my fingertips, my nails, massaging them softly. You threw your head back and moaned a bit louder as I licked them like a cat would clean her young kitten, a soft quick lapping of my tongue as I buried my nose in the nest of curls at the base of your cock. Musky, sweet. You smelled so good.

Mmmmm….I love giving you head. I love how you love my mouth on your cock, on your balls. I love how you go so weak all you can do is moan and say “Yesssss.” I love when you come in my mouth, shooting your hot stream over my lips, over my tongue, down my throat.

Slowly, I pull my tongue away from your balls, nibbling with my lips at the base of your cock. I stroke your thickness with my lips, my mouth as you palm the crown of my head with your hands. Suddenly, my lips, my mouth take over. Thick, wet kisses trail up your cock. My tongue licks its way back down, then back up again, swirling around the head of your hardness as a drop of pre-cum squeezes free. I lap it up and moan. Still as sweet as ever. My lips part and wrap around your head, sucking you in slowly, as if you were a sweet treat ready for my devouring. I want to devour you.

You want me to devour you.

Your hands guide my head once again, gently pushing me down over your cock. Your hips take over, ever so slowly, ever so gently, easing xhamster porno your cock further into my mouth, then out again. But not completely.

Slowly you slip inside of my mouth again, a bit deeper this time. I make no protest, hungrily sucking your hardness, sucking and slurping and licking as I feel your balls tense and the blood pulse making you even harder, if possible.

Up and down your shaft, in and out of my mouth. Your hands guide me, move me, control my actions as your hips quicken the tempo slightly, pumping in and out of me, deeper with every thrust.

Suddenly you’re fucking my mouth, just as you promised. Your cock fills my mouth, finds its way to the back of my throat, pushing me a little more with each thrust. I force myself to relax, and you slip deeper, I gag as my muscles adjust to your invasion and the reflex begins to milk your cock, urging you to give me what I’ve been waiting so long to taste.

With your cock buried to your balls in my mouth, you pause as I suck harder,longer, slower then faster, drawing you deeper into me. You let loose then, your hands totally entangled in my hair, your grasp strong and firm on my head. You pound away at my mouth, my lips sliding along your cock, slick with my saliva, and then your come as you shoot your hot load. I take it all, swallowing, licking, swallowing some more. Your sweetness, your hotness, your wetness. Filling me.

I keep sucking, I keep fucking your cock with my mouth even as the pulsing subsides. My mouth burns with the aftertaste of your come. I still crave more, wanting to make up for all the times I thought about tasting you, but couldn’t.

You sigh and your hands ease up a bit on their hold as you guide me to a slower pace. We move even slower, until I slip your still hard cock from my mouth, raining kisses along your length. I kiss the tip of it, licking away the last sweet sample of your come.

And then I look up at you.

And you smile.

See? I told you it was easy.

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I won’t bore you with what led up to it but one afternoon Kevin and I had a really massive row. Sarah, our 12 year old daughter, was staying at a friends for the weekend so we were able to completely let rip and things did get pretty nasty. It ended with me saying “Well fuck off and this time do it for good.” And he did just that.

When he’d gone and I looked at his empty wardrobes and thought of Sarah I felt awful at what lay ahead for I knew this time it was over. Realising the difficulties that I would have to go through with the divorce and being a 33 year old single mother was disturbing but at least I knew there would be no money worries.

I mooched around the house in a daze most afternoon and I felt lonelier than I ever had before. It was a relief then, when one of my neighbours turned up to return a video we had lent them. She appeared shocked when she saw me and I realised that my earlier crying must be apparent.

“God Mandy what’s the matter?” As I went to reply I felt the emotion welling up in me and I began to cry again.

Toni came in and I found myself telling her about what had happened. She was aware of some of our previous difficulties and as she had been supportive before I suddenly found it all pouring out as we sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea that she had made. I told her that this time it was almost certainly over. I explained that Sarah was away for the night and gave her a little more information on what had caused this particular squabble, me finding out about yet another of Kevin’s affairs.

She was very understanding and a helpful listener so she was just what I needed at that particular time. Very organised and matter of fact Toni just sort of took over. “Right you’re coming to mine for dinner, Tom and the kids are away, and I think we’ll get well and truly plastered,” she said making me smile for the first time as she added, “go and get yourself bathed and changed and come round when you’re ready.”

An hour or so later I was in her house dressed in a white blouse and black trousers, bathed with my hair washed and I did feel better as she poured me a glass of white wine from a half empty bottle that I suspected she had already drunk. We had steak and salad and yes we did drink a fair amount before going into her lounge and sitting side by side on one of the large sofas drawn up around a blazing wood fire.

We talked and talked becoming slightly more tipsy and open with each other recounting past experiences and affairs that we’d had. Our legs occasionally touched and several times her hand rested on my knee or wrist as she accentuated points but, as is this is quite normal during “girly” chats, I saw nothing untoward with the gestures merely taking them as acts of kindness and affection on her part.

My mood swings, though, were quite volatile. One moment I was laughing and joking about things and then I would find myself becoming weepy again, more at the possible affects this would all have on Sarah than on anything else.

I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday what then happened. I started crying and Toni took me in her arms to soothe me cuddling me to her as she did so. It felt so comfortable and reassuring being in her arms and I just stayed there for some time feeling better and more confident all the time. I can recall her holding me, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands on my back, the soothing touch as she stroked my hair and the pressure on my breasts and legs from her body.

Whilst I enjoyed it there were no thoughts whatsoever in my mind of anything sexual and the emotions she was touching were all to do with my state of mind regarding Kevin and Sarah and the spectre of life alone after all these years. That is until she lifted my head up and, looking me in the eye, murmured in a very husky voice.

“In any case, love, who needs men?” Staring straight into my eyes I saw the slight smile on her face as her lips opened and her head started moving towards mine and I knew then that she was about to kiss me. But the movement was so slow as to be almost imperceptible and I guessed she was testing the water. I could move my head and to all intents and purposes nothing untoward would have happened. Or I could stay as I was and accept the advance. The ball was very firmly in my court!!

I have to admit that at that point I felt the stirrings of arousal. But it also made me feel wanted and needed. Reassured and soothed. But I was nervous and I felt somewhat concerned and not a little confused. Thoughts of Sarah and Kevin rushed through my mind, as did memories of Jen and other women I had briefly “known.” My heart was pounding as I must have unconsciously weighed things up. To turn my head and reject her subtle advance or to stay as I was and invite those lips onto mine? To move and not fulfil what my body seemed to be crying out for or to remain looking into her eyes and to undertake a journey into areas of unknown sexuality for me? bursa escort bayan I’m not sure that I made a decision as opposed to taking the easiest way out. I did nothing. I simply stayed there and Toni made the decision.

Her lips closed on mine and she pulled my body tighter to hers crushing my breasts to her own as her arms encircled my back and her hands became buried in my hair.

It was pure bliss and joy and my body responded to her immediately. I knew this was what I wanted and I suddenly found a calmness that surprised me for now her hand had strayed from my back and was on my side the palm touching the edge of my breast. Her tongue delving into my opened mouth that was eagerly receiving it. I felt as though I was about to explode as her hand cupped my breast and begin to gently caress it. Kissing and licking at my lips she quite rapidly, but not too quickly, moved on by sliding her hand inside my shirt and right onto the flesh on the top of my boobs that was not covered by the bra.

Pushing me back into the corner of the sofa, her eyes not leaving mine for a moment a gentle and loving smile on her face, Toni leant over me and one by one undid the buttons on my shirt. Pulling it apart she gazed at me and muttered.

“Such lovely breasts” as both of her hands fell onto them and began stroking and gently squeezing them all the time gradually easing them out of their restricting cover. As she bared me to her gaze my nipples if anything became even harder. I felt fantastic and so feminine as her eyes roamed across them and as her fingers gently and so knowingly coaxed even more feeling and pleasure from them.

I was on an enormous high as we kissed again and as her hands gained the confidence to more overtly caress my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. My shirt and bra came off and I sat with her just in my trousers. My emotions welled up and I realised that momentarily I would be naked before her and that after that we would make love. It was almost as if I climaxed and just stayed there. Time ceased to have a meaning. My pulse raced and my heart beat so fast. It seemed wonderfully decadent yet at the same time so natural. So wanton but simultaneously so beautiful.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered taking me by the hand as she added, “come to bed with me Amanda.”

The simple statement said so much and the words crashed into my brain as the enormity of what I was to embark upon finally hit me. She saw that and took me in her arms again whispering reassuring phrases and gently urging me towards the door as she said.

“Amanda I want you so much, I desire you utterly, I have lusted after you for ages. Let me make love to you as you have never been before.” Her hands, as she was saying these things, were so gently and lovingly touching and stroking me with a tenderness I had rarely experienced that all of my reluctance and resistance simply vanished and I knew I was now putty in her hands!

Laid flat on her bed I watched as she reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her dress. It seemed to simply flutter away from her to fall in a bundle around her feet so that she stood before me clad just in her bra and panties both of which were, black, silky and very skimpy. As she moved towards me she shed her bra and I saw her small, very heavily nippled breasts that seemed like magnets to me. At that point in time there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than those two small orbs. Nothing that could match the pleasure that I knew I could gain from them. Nothing that would excite me as much as feeling them, caressing them, touching them and kissing them. I wanted to have sex with her so badly it almost made me cum thinking about it.

We moulded our bodies together as we fell into each other’s arms and we were touching from lips to toes.

We kissed and delved into each other’s throats with our tongues. We pressed our breasts together, me feeling so wonderfully female as my larger, fuller boobs engulfed hers. Our bellies were squashed together and our pubic mounds merged into one, the hairy lumps rubbing on each other. Her hands aroused every part of my body as they travelled from my face and hair, down my back and up my front. As they touched and stroked my breasts, flittered across my tummy, ran up and down my spine and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom through my thin trousers. I squirmed with excitement and pleasure as my nipples were squeezed, then rolled in her fingers and then, eventually, were licked, nibbled and sucked. I clung to her as her teeth, lips, gums and tongue did things to them that surpassed anything they had felt in the past.

Then her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen until it touched the join of my legs and cupped my sex in her hands. Squeezing me through the material she applied the wanted and so wonderful pressure to my clitoris. bursa bayan escort That erupted with pleasure sending feelings of such intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merged into one mass of pink, rubbery sensations.

I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants and I again began to cry at the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Through every shudder and spasm Toni was with me thinking nothing of taking and being intent on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me. It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man’s ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man but so different in many ways.

Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt, partly from my emotional state due to my husband having left me just hours before, partly as thoughts of my daughter flooded my mind but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained.

We lay there for some time Toni softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my trousers and her in her black panties there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come. I had never experienced anything like this for normally men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Toni that seemed the furthest thing from her mind.

We chatted with her explaining that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be almost completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her husband. She said she was never unfaithful to him with other men but was with women although she felt that was “different.”

I “owned up” to my modest episodes with Jen and the few other women I’d “known” and felt relieved when she told me that many women that she knew had done things like that and that in her opinion most would given the opportunity. Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with the others, to an extent, and with her, massively, meant that I was becoming lesbian or that I would in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn’t work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite.

As we were talking we were touching and cuddling and she was occasionally kissing me and gently licking my face and eyes and lips and neck. Stroking my hair and so softly touching my breasts and tummy I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I quite rapidly reached the conclusion that there could be nothing at all wrong with something as beautiful as this and I began to become a more active participant.

I returned her caresses by running my fingertips across her face and lips and by running my hands through her dark fairly short hair. I trickled them down her neck and across her chest. Plucking up my courage I trailed them across her small breasts and very dark nipples that, as I became more aroused, seemed to take on an almost magnetic attraction. To me they assumed enormous proportions and I felt myself thinking how much I would like to take them into my mouth and suck on them like a baby.

As Toni saw my responses so she also became more active and the mood between us changed to one of increased intensity and passion. We were both now kissing each other on the mouth and our hands were moving across the other’s breasts with more urgency cupping and kneading the soft, pliant and, to me, such, exciting flesh . Toni ever so gently rolled me onto my back and laid on her side her hand fully embracing my boob her finger and thumb rolling the nipple between them. Kissing deeply I felt her hand moving. It came away from the nipple and stroked the underflesh of my right breast, it moved further onto the bottom of my ribcage and kept going until she slid her fingers slightly inside the waist band of my trousers until I could feel her nails on the skin of my belly. She stayed like that for a while her fingers gently rubbing me inside the material gradually pushing them further down until I felt them on the elastic at the waist of my panties. I showed no resistance at all bursa merkez escort to that very overt gesture.

So, presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured.

“Perhaps we should get rid of these?” She undid the belt and began easing the zip down at the front of my trousers. They were slowly pulled down and I raised my bottom off the bed to help her remove them completely. I lay before her clad merely in my white transparent panties through which I knew my pubic shadow was clearly on view.

“Oh Mandy you are gorgeous” she muttered as her hand, idly almost, trailed across my panties touching me right where the hair begins. It may have been an involuntary caress by her but to me the affect was electrifying for, for the first time, the sheer enormity of what I was about to do hit me. And my God did I want her.

Sensing my need, or more to the point as she explained afterwards my total capitulation, she plunged on now totally confident of my intentions and willingness. And quite rightly so.

In the next few hours I experienced so many new things and sensations and came so many times that my recall of it all is fuzzy. The entire lovemaking session that went on well into the night and restarted in the morning seems to have merged into one memory of sheer bliss, amazing tenderness and incredible excitement. It was as though I had one continual orgasm that rose to crescendos, subsided a little and then soared to even higher levels. It was like being on a roller coaster when you go so steeply down or around that you think that it’s impossible for it to go steeper or tighter only for it to then immediately do so.

Toni started this by kneeling beside me and, whilst staring deep into my eyes, she slowly rolled her panties down over her tummy gradually revealing the soft patch of dark down at the base. I found this to be such a turn on that, without thinking but to her evident pleasure, I did the same and pushed my own panties off lifting my bottom from the bed as I did so.

And then we started what was probably the most exciting single sexual escapade that I have ever experienced.

Lying there on the bed totally naked in another woman’s arms just hours after Kevin had left was both thrilling and exciting. My mind was reeling from the sexual pleasure and the sheer incongruity of leaping from my marital bed into a woman’s arms in such a short time.

But then, when Toni resumed her passionate advances towards me, all such thoughts were banished from my mind and the absolute pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction took me over.

The first amazing feeling was being naked in another woman’s arms. The softness and curves of her body against mine was so different to that of a man as was, of course, the absence of the hardness that presses so enticingly into a girl’s stomach. But the gentleness and the knowingness with which she approached me was the most surprising thing. It seemed as though she could anticipate my every need. When I wanted a tender embrace or a soft caress her hands gently stroked my breasts or softly rubbed the lips of my vulva. As my passion rose and more urgency was required so her arms would hold me tighter, her fingers would press into my flesh, she would pinch my nipples and squeeze joyingly, painfully the softness of my boobs. As I needed relief from the wonderful torment of feelings she built up in me she knew just the moment to plunge her fingers rigid with penetrative probing deep into my insides.

She knew when to bring me off and when to hold me right on the edge. When to kiss me lovingly and treat me with tenderness and when to be rough and act as though I were a whore! Her technique was perfect, at least to my inexperienced opinion. She touched my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure rubbing alongside it from front to back as opposed to right on top as most men do. She stroked me around the outside of my lips rather than poking her fingers roughly inside thus giving me so much more pleasure than normally received from a man’s, inevitable but nonetheless, unfortunate fumblings. And she knew just when I was ready to move from one stage of lesbian lovemaking to the next.

Our earlier efforts, needed though they had been to initiate me, palled into insignificance against what we moved onto during that most fantastic first night of my separation.

Toni loved all, and I do mean all, of my body in ways that it had never been loved before. There didn’t seem to be a part of me that she didn’t touch and caress and from which both she and I didn’t gain sexual pleasure. From stroking my hair and touching my eyebrows and eyelids when my eyes were closed to rubbing the soles of my feet. From caressing the crown of my head and stroking gently on my neck at the base of my hairline to massaging my calf and buttock muscles. She rubbed her body against mine and dangled her nipples against my breasts. Her pubis mound was ground against mine and the lips of her pussy were pressed against the cheeks of my bottom. She intertwined her legs with mine so that the lips of our vulvas were pressed together and she ran her erect and hardened nipple up and down the soaked, pink crack.

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