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You can hate it when the move is on. New town, no friends, pack it and unpack it. Misery personified. I hate to move, But:

The last box was out of the car. The truck was empty and gone and a new phase of life was about to begin. The divorce was over, the later romance had subsided and I was tired as hell as I sat down to look at the boxes and noting the cruel fact that not one thing was in the right place. The door bell sounded.

“That is all I need.” I mouthed to myself as I looked out the front window and saw nothing. I rose and went to the door, opened it cautiously and saw a petitie older woman with a tremendous bustline that she was not hiding from me or the world.

“Hi, ya’ll” she blurted out with accompany smile and deep south drawl. “My name’s Jerry, with a J. A’m just two doors down and Ah wanted to know if you would like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?”

Thank goodness she didn’t offer tonight. The body is tremendous, but my god I am tired right now. “That is most thoughtful,” I undrawled back. “Tomorrow would be very nice. How many doors down?”

“Ahm in the middle townhouse in the next unit. How about 6 pm,” she drawled one more time. Jerry turned and moved back down the short walkway. My goodness, what a body. How old can she be with that body. Her legs look like the legs of an 18-year old. The only thing that looked old was her white hair. Neatly done, but white nontheless.

“Jerry,” I said with some force and it made her turn. “I’m sorry. My name is Dick, with a D.”

“Oh, I knew that. Ya’ll come in from Washington, DC aren’t ya?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but I could see the slight smile as she turned the corner and headed for her house.

Sleep was easy and the morning came quickly. I made one early decision. Don’t try to do the whole thing in one day. That settled I negotiated the day quite well, stopped at 5:15 pm. took a shower, got into a pair of shorts and a golf shirt, my sandles and no socks.

I rang the bell at 6 pm on the button. Only seconds elapsed and the door opened and I knew it didn’t matter what she was going to feed me, it was going to be straight pleasure just looking at her.

Jerry was, I found out quickly, a southern belle with a penchant for vodka and orange juice, tipped the scales at 105 pounds, admitted to being just over 5’1” and was, she proudly announced, 61.

“God, you don’t look 61 in the face and hardly over 18 with the body,” I offered, being more thruthful than flattering.

“That’s so nice,” She came back with the full drawl in motion. “Ahm going to gaziantep rus escort bayan like you. Now, what ya’ll want to drink? Some vodka?”

“Don’t drink,” I blurted out.

“What? You a preacher type?”

“No. I used to be very good at drinking. Many years of practice, then I realized I didn’t like the taste, so I quit. No big deal, just didn’t need it anymore.”

“Okay,” she said with a tone of relief. “I can buy all that. Pepsi okay?”

“That’s fine, that or ice tea.”

“Great, you’ve got some southern in ya after all. Ice tea, sweet, it is. Now its my turn, give me the statistics.”

“I thought you knew all that already and you didn’t give me all of your statistics anyway.”

“38 DDs”

“Okay, 6-0, 230, 64 and it gets hard.”

I sat down and looked at her as she dealt herself another vodka and juice, turned to the oven to check the fixins.

“It will be about 10 minutes so lets talk . No drawl, so where did you grow up?”

“Ahowah,” I blurted out trying to fake a drawl. “Okay, Iowa. Little tiny town that I escaped from.”

I was having trouble keeping my eyes off the bustline and she was quite aware of it. Small talk got us to the dinner, a delightful southern meal, prime rib, sweet potatoes, string beans and all.

I leaned back from the table, took one more swig of the ice tea and started to gather the dishes, intending to take them to the counter as a show of gratitude for a very nice meal.

Jerry interrtuped. She had undone two buttons on her blouse before leaning over the table to scoop up the dirty dishes. My eyes were riveted and she smiled. She took the dishes to the counter and then moved into her bedroom, out of sight for a few seconds. I looked down to see if my cock was at attention. Didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Jerry backed out of her room, bent over like she was dragging something behind her. Then she stood up straight and slowly turned around. The blouse was completely undone, the tits were bulging out of her bra and she has formed the sexiest little grin.

“Time for desert.” she said.

I just sat there and looked.

“Ya’ll want desert don’t you?”

She grabbed my hand, stood me up and headed for the bedroom. My thoughts became a jumble, but the first thing that came to mind was southern hospitality. This must be what they keep bragging about?

Jerry turned, slipped the blouse off her shoulders and I brought her back to me. The kiss was good, but really not that important for either one of us. gaziantep swinger escort bayan Just to feel those tits against my chest, shirt and all, was what I wanted. She moved her body from left to right and back to the left, tantelizing me with that feel of the nipples. I backed up and threw off my shirts and brought her back to me again.,

The kiss was longer and more relaxed this time. Her lips parted and my tongue did its own exploring. He was on her tip toes, Head reaching up as I leaned over to match the lips. She continued to move her upper body on my chest and stomach.

“Wait,” she mumbled. “Ah want the bra off. Ah want the same feeling you are getting.”

It was done and we moved to bed. She got rid of her shorts and had not panties on. That’s being ready, southern style, I guessed.

She had me on my back and hovered over me with a few instructions.

“Ground rules,” she said. “Ah like everything. Ah like 69, Ah like to suck cock, Ah like to have my pussy sucked and my nipples and then Ah want to be fucked. Don’t worry about cumming, I”ll get you ready again.”

No answer was needed.

She rolled over on her back and I started with her lips, briefly. The mellons were way to much for me to ignore any longer. I let my lips move off the mouth, moved one hand to the left breast and then let my tongue hunt for it, rather slowly.

I took both hands to that breast and then gently sucked the rising nipple and her hips jerked.

“God, Ah love that,” she moaned. “Once you hit the nipple Ah can feel it in my pussy. Like it runs right down. Keep it up.”

I said nothing. Its hard to talk with a 38DD sticking in your mouth. I let my tongue get more aggressive. Around and around the nipple it went, then down into the cleavage and looking for the other tit. It was easily found and the nipple had already risen for attention. One lick and her hips jumped again.

Jerry’s hands finally started to move as I sucked nipple, seeking my cock. Once found, I could do nothing but feel that soft hand slowly move up and down the shaft, not stroking it, but massaging it with soft, ultra-sexy touches. I made no move to distract her attention.

One free hand moved down her body and sought out the clitorus. I wanted her to know I knew how to massage, as she was doing to me.

“Move around,” she said. “Lets get serious. Ah want to 69 with you, to taste your fluids and let you to taste mine.”

I didn’t bother to answer. I just did it and I could feel the royal warmth of her gaziantep travesti escort kızlar mouth as it encased my cock. It felt so good. I used both hands to separate pedals of her pussy, found her clit with my mouth and then alternated kissing the little monster and probing the pussy with my tongue. The heat was rising and I didn’t want to cum so quickly.

“Jerry,” I said with what I thought was an even tone of control. Let me fuck you right now, I want that first orgasm inside you.”

She said nothing, releasing my cock from her mouth and shifting her body away from me to be on her back, those gorgeous tits staring at me.

I moved between her legs and she opened without delay, took my cock in her hand and guided it to the glory spot. Very slowly I let it move into her, savoring every feeling that can come from such an entry. There was no big push, just a slow, throbbing entrance and her hips started rotating as I got deeper inside her. It was heaven for both of us.

“Ah want you to start quickening the pace,” she said. “And suck my tits while you’re at it.”

I said nothing. There was only pleasure to be earned by performance for both of us. The pace did get into high gear. Her hips started to react to movement, pushing up with a quick movement as I plunged back into her. Then, the slow, sensitive pulling back out for both of us, It may have been the mosts sensual movement of the night, then pushing violently back at each other, then the sliding away that make every sensory feeling reach its peak.

There was no more talk. The sounds came from the cock pounding in with her juices paving he way and we quicked the attack on each other. Her legs came together on my back as she used a piston motion to rise to the cock. I could take it no more as the first orgasm was a bolt of lightening inside her.

“Oh, my,” her drawl was coming from deep inside. “What a load. When was the last time this happened to you?”

I said nothing, but kept jabbing at her until I could see her face redden, he lips came apart and a small gust of pleasure came from her mouth. The juices increased and ran down her ass and mine. She was flooding the sheets.

I fell to the side of her and we both grabbed for air in our lungs and tried to relax.

“You didn’t answer me,” she said. “How long?”

“Two years.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t had sex for two years.”

“So what do you think now?”

“Hell, I may be afraid to go out in public. If the rest of the women are like you I’ll have a constant hardon.”

Jerry smiled.

“Ah’m giving you five minutes of rest, go pee,” she ordered. “Its time for more desert. Ah just need another vodka and orange.

“Hell, you need some catching up, boy.”

Jerry bounded into the kitchen and I could hear the ice cubes rattling in the glass.

“Hey, bring me some ice in a dish. Its my turn to treat,” I replied as I moved to the bathroom to follow her orders.

(To be continued)

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Authors Note:

This is a continuation of the story Shattered Innocence. If you haven’t, you may want to go back and read it first or you won’t follow the story line as intended.

*****

Ruth leaned back against the soft leather seats of the limousine that was spiriting her away to places unknown. The area between her legs was positively soaked and Richard had hardly even touched her, at least other then the virtual touch he sent her way with the tiny remote that now lay concealed in his left jacket pocket. She tried to control her breathing that had become shuddering gasps of excitement and embarrassment after he switched the surprise built into the panties he had bought for her right there in front of his driver.

She felt as if she should have been offended by his displaying her in front of another person like a puppet on a string, but something else was stirring in her that drove all thought of perceived offence from her mind, passion and an awakening sexuality. His voice snapped her out of the thoughts that were sparring in her mind. You look absolutely stunning Miss Anderson. A slight blush came over her, thinking for a moment, how did he know my name, then the realization that there was probably little he didn’t know, he did after all, have her lease application on file.

Thank you Sir was all she managed to get out before the ability to speak seemed to drain away from her. Why did this man make her feel like a schoolgirl in trouble standing in front of the principal at middle school? She watched, her eyes transfixed on his left hand as it slowly and deliberately slid into his left jacket pocket, her thighs involuntarily clenching together. I think you need a small release before dinner so that you aren’t so easily driven to orgasm by my little toy between your legs he said. With that, the little strip of silicone so tightly pressed between her lips and across her clit sprang into life.

Her hands shot down to the edges of the seat, her fingernails dug into the soft leather steadying her as the sensation of the strip dug deep inside of her, tingles shooting from between her legs all the way up her spine and into her nipples causing them to tighten into hard buds instantly. Richard’s hand left his pocket and moved up her arm, his fingertips drawing a line from her wrist up over her arm and shoulder then along it and to the back of her neck, taking it in his hand.

He pulled her to him, his lips descending on hers and nibbled her lower lip, she gasped at the sensation and tentatively slid her tongue between her lips to touch his. Their tongues met in a sensuous swirl tracing the outline of one another. Ruth gasped and began to quake, an orgasm overtaking her as his tongue on hers elevated her arousal beyond her capacity to control it any longer. She moaned softly into his mouth as her hips twitched and her back arched pushing her up from the seat, her dress sliding up her thighs until the special panties he had provided her were exposed.

He moved a hand over her left breast and lightly pinched her nipple through the soft silk fabric, sending more sensations traveling through her already heaving body. Sliding his other hand down over her belly, slowly, teasingly, he slid it slowly between her thighs and pressed the vibrating strip against her clit tighter and started moving it in sensuous little circles that had her grinding her self into him. The combination of the vibrations and his hand finally touching her, there, sent her falling into ecstasy yet again as she let out a low moan and came again. As the animalistic grinding of her hips against his hand slowly subsided he switched off the little remote, she slumped back into the seat feeling spent, yet ready for more.

Ruth tried to fathom why she was allowing him to use her this way, she had always been rather shy and reserved in sexual matters, and had never in her life just fallen into bed with another man at a whim. There was just something about his commanding demeanor that made her wantonly give herself to him, she wanted him to use her, she wanted to let him take control and do whatever he wished with her body. Regaining her senses she noticed that he obviously was turned on by his treatment of her, looking down into his lap she could see his erection straining against the constraints of his pants.

She dropped her hand to his thigh, a bold move for her, and slowly started to move it up toward the swell hidden beneath his clothing. He caught her hand, gently gaziantep bayan escort pulled it up to his lips and kissed it sweetly on the back. No he said as he held her hand in his, not yet, that will come later. And you mustn’t touch without permission, is that understood? She swallowed hard, a slight sting of rejection causing her heart to stick in her throat momentarily, Yes Sir she whispered obediently.

After a few minutes she could feel the car come to a gentle stop, a few moments later Richards door was opened and he slid out. He extended his hand and helped her slide across the seat, gently pulling her up to stand beside him. His driver stood at rapt attention, her uniform perfectly pressed and everything in place like a good little soldier, eyes front, yet Ruth detected a hint of a grin on her lips and wondered if she had heard the moans and gasps coming from the back seat even through the privacy glass between them.

Looking up Ruth saw that they were at the Excelsior Hotel, the best in town, it also contained the best restaurant in town which occupied a good part of the first floor. She thought that Richard would have needed reservations months in advance to even get a seat in the restaurant, and then she noticed the little note under the hotel logo, “Richard Riley Investments” in small neat script. It began to dawn on Ruth just how wealthy Richard must be, and she couldn’t help but wonder, why her? Surely he could have nearly any woman he desired given the time to woe her with his rugged good looks and his wealth.

Richard took her arm and placed it in his, walking her down the red carpet that lead to the entrance of the hotel, the doorman stood at attention in his red and black uniform, opening the door and giving a tip of his hat and a good evening Mr. Riley, ma’am, as they strode through the entrance. Richard led her to the right as they passed through the lobby, polished granite floors in shades of grays and whites, granite columns and beautifully finished woods in a deep glossy red color abounded, tasteful and very opulent.

They stepped through the open rosewood and beveled glass doors, the light catching in the glass split into hundreds of sparkling diamonds, and entered Bistro Excelsior. They were greeted immediately by the maitre d, Good evening Mr. Riley, Madame, your usual table is waiting for you sir, Rebecca will be your waitress tonight. Thank you Christian Richard said, sliding a bill into his hand. Richard led her through the maze of tables towards the back of the bistro, finally pausing at a luxurious, intimate booth, that occupied a private corner in the room with no other tables around it.

If you would like to freshen up, the ladies room is just through that door; I will order us some wine. Yes, I do need to freshen up a little; Ruth managed to get out in a whisper and made her way in the direction indicated. Reaching the ladies room and surveying the damage, Ruth was pleased to see that her makeup was still in tact and that all that she needed was a touchup to her lipstick and a little gloss to go over it. Finishing the touchups she slowly made her way back to the table where Richard was waiting for her.

As soon as she came into view Richard stood, taking her hand he guided her into the booth and slid in beside her. He poured her a glass of wine and slid it carefully toward her, taste he said. She picked up her glass feeling the weight of the fine lead crystal, the way the light played off of it and brought it to her lips. The aroma of the wine was intoxicatingly delicate, taking a careful sip the taste proved to be equally exquisite, not to dry, not to sweet, with a blend of grape and spiced undertones that danced across the palate leaving pleasure in its wake.

A quite mhmmm of approval was all the answer she needed to give as Richard nodded his head noting her appreciation of his choice. Rebecca stepped up to the table, her white linen shirt and black skirt perfectly pressed, placed a menu in front of each of them. Would you care for any appetizers this evening Mr. Riley she asked politely? Richard ordered a shrimp cocktail and asked Ruth if she would like something before the meal Ruth decided on the cocktail as well and Rebecca was off in a flash returning shortly with a perfectly arranged appetizer for each of them, carefully placing one in front of each of them.

As they sampled the perfectly prepared shrimp they looked over the gaziantep bayan escort ilanları menu, a small concise offering of various dishes, each one sounding more tempting then the last. Ruth finally settled on the smoked salmon salad, Richard decided on a sirloin steak, rare, with a blue cheese sauce and a double baked potato with butter, sour cream and chives. Rebecca returned, bringing a basket of freshly baked breads and rolls still steaming from the ovens, fresh cream butter and a delicate honey, laying them out on the table before them.

She spirited away to the kitchen taking their orders with her only to return what seemed like moments later with their meals in hand, Richard obviously given preferential treatment as the investor that made all of this possible. As Rebecca laid each of their meals out in front of them, arranging things just so, Ruth noticed as Richard reached slowly into his jacket pocket, a side long, mischievous glance in her direction. A moment later the strip between her legs sprang into action with a slow, pulsing hum that just stimulated her clit enough to make her aware of it. A breath caught in Ruth’s throat and a blush quickly formed across her cheeks.

Rebecca didn’t seem to notice, and Ruth sighed with relief at the thought, her thighs pressing together a little trying to both contain the sensation she was experiencing and at the same time pressing the strip tighter against herself. The light tingling felt delicious between her legs, just enough to make her aware of the device, but not enough to over-power her and send her into convulsive fits. Is it too warm in here miss? Rebecca was looking at her and shattered her thoughts, her blush deepened and all she could manage to get out was a whispered, no, I’m fine as the pulsating between her legs continued.

As Rebecca finished arranging their meals, offering fresh cracked pepper to each of them in turn, she asked if there would be anything else they needed for the moment. No, Richard answered, I think we have all we need for now Rebecca; I will let you know if we do. With that she was off, heading back toward the bar to pick up drinks for another table. Richard leaned over and whispered into her ear, I think I will keep this on for the rest of the meal; I want you ready for dessert when the time comes. Ruth couldn’t help but take that statement to mean more then one thing as the sensations pulsed through her damp pussy and up her spine, her nipples were now two hard little buds, extended proudly pointing upward, clearly visible through the thin silk fabric of her dress.

They made small talk through out dinner, talking on subjects of literature, music, art and philosophy, the entire time Ruth ached in the most exquisite way, the slow rhythmic vibrations teetering her on the edge of yet another erotic orgasm at the hands of this man. She tried her best to control herself, but she couldn’t help but fidget and press her thighs together hoping to push herself past the edge that was holding her from falling over into bliss. Taking notice, Richard leaned over, whispering in her ear, no, not yet my dear; you must ask permission before I will allow you to cum for me again.

The thought sent chills up her spine and a renewed blush into her cheeks as the wonderful torture continued to press into her now soaked pussy. With their meals finished, Rebecca came back to the table, clearing the plates away from in front of them, this time Ruth knew that she had noticed the way that she was fidgeting and fighting the desire deep within her belly. Thankfully she moved away without any questions directed at her, as Ruth was sure all that she would be able to manage in response was a guttural moan.

A moment later she was back, would you like to see a dessert menu she asked? Richard turned to Ruth, his eyebrow raised just a touch, not trusting herself to speak Ruth simply shook her head a little in his direction as she tried as hard as she could to maintain a look that didn’t betray the turmoil that was flowing inside of her. Then Richard, his hand already in his pocket turned up the rate at which his toy was attacking Ruth’s clit, a gasp and quite moan escaped her lips for a moment before she was able to capture it and hold it in.

No thank you Rebecca, I think we will just sit for a while and have another glass of wine. He handed her his credit card and asked her to take care of the bill for gaziantep bayan escort reklamları him. Ruth looked at him, longing in her eyes, her thighs were now clenching tightly, the little muscles in her belly were flexing and clenching trying hard to send her over the edge into the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Richard clicked another button inside of his pocket and the strip between her legs slowed back to the gentle motions, a cry of near anguish escaped her lips and Ruth looked pleadingly into his eyes.

She felt Richard reach under the tablecloth, his hand falling gently to her knee, it traced a slow deliberate path up her leg, curving onto her inner thigh teasing as he slid it higher, as he reached between her legs she felt one of his fingers slowly trace around the little pad built into her panties sending tingles of longing deep into her tummy. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she tried to press herself into his finger, each time he withdrew a little, making her hips press forward in anguish trying to find him again.

What do you want Ruth? He whispered into her ear. Oh please, you know what I want, stop teasing me she said in a breathy voice cracking with desire and frustration at his teasing. You have to beg me for what you want if you expect me to allow it. The flush in her cheeks grew a deep scarlet at the thought of begging to be allowed to cum for him, her frustration and desire was pushing her past the point of thoughts of humiliation at his demands. Oh, please Sir, please I need it so bad she whispered in response. What was that Ruth? You need to speak up, I can’t hear you, and what is it that you want? Ruth bit her lip, the heat in her cheeks was nearly unbearable, Oh god please Sir please let me cum!

Ruth didn’t care anymore if the waitress standing a dozen feet away could hear her; she craved release and couldn’t stand the delicate torture any longer. Her hips were pushing up, her thighs clenching together, and his hand between her legs felt like it was burning into her flesh. She saw a look of satisfaction come over Richards face, his fingers resumed the exploration of her tortured pussy, and he clicked another button on the remote sending it into overdrive. Ruth couldn’t hold back any longer, she bit down on her lip trying to hold in her moans to no avail, but at least she kept them somewhat muffled. She hoped that the noise of the chatter from the other patrons and the clink of glasses and dishes did the rest.

She exploded into the most powerful orgasm of her life, the feeling of naughtiness at being in a public place fueling her desire, the thought of people around her being aware of what was happening to her, the thought of being caught all added to the excitement she felt. She pressed herself into Richards’s hand, grinding against it, her hips rotating in small circles against him, her moans and gasping breaths coming fast and unhindered. She felt her juices spilling out of her onto her thighs, imagined how they must be soaking his hand as it guided her to bliss. As soon as the first subsided another orgasm quickly overtook her, then another, each a small aftershock that left her unable to move. Her head lay over onto Richard’s shoulder; glad for the support it lent her.

She felt the vibrations between her legs cease as Richard clicked off the remote control and allowed her to catch her breath. Felt his hand slide out, slowly along her leg as he withdrew it, a trail of moisture following it along the way. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him slowly put two fingers to his lips, inhaling the scent of her then slowly take them into his mouth. She could see the sheen of her juices on them as they disappeared between his lips only to reemerge clean. A satisfying moan escaped his lips as he sampled her taste as he would a fine wine.

Richard discreetly took a napkin from the table and guided it gently up her thighs, wiping away some of the juices that she could feel clinging to them. She lay there, head on his shoulder trying to regain her senses when he leaned over and whispered into her ear, good girl, you handled that very well. She felt a flush of pride at having pleased him. She now knew that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to please him anytime he asked. He held her until she had regained her composure in his strong yet gentle arms, raining little kisses on the side of her neck, her cheek and her temple.

Once she had recovered her composure, Richard whispered into her ear, that was but a sampling of what I can do to you Ruth, I keep a room here at the hotel, would you like to retire to a more private setting and see what else I have in store for you? Oh, yes please Sir, I want to do anything you ask of me was her reply. Richard stood and reached down, she took his hand as he helped her up, tossed a hundred on the table to cover the tip, and they walked out of the Bistro in search of new adventures together.

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(Greetings Lit reader.

This would be the next part of the Barista series and I am leading up to something special. This one will seem a bit shorter than the others. Enjoy!)

*

Charlene had used her time wisely during the year we had been friends with benefits. Besides using me for one night stands and whenever she needed a good fucking, she was also using me as a shoulder to cry on as well as a counselor of sorts. That being said, I never thought of myself as wise enough to give a gorgeous twenty something advice on life. It was during one of these talks that the subject of the rest of her life came up.

“Ya know, lover, I was thinking about following in Cathy’s footsteps,” she surmised as she lay there clothed only in a white sheet on my bed. I was in the prone position next to her after having my cock drained inside that tight pussy. I looked over at her before I responded.

“Sports medicine, huh?”

“Why not? I can’t be a coffee girl forever.”

“Barista,” I corrected her.

“Whatever,” she responded. “So you think I could have a chance?”

“Angel, you are the architect of whatever you put your mind to. Just don’t marry an asshole.” She giggled a bit before she rolled over and sat up. The sheet fell off her chest and her breasts were visible revealing her erect nipples. I casually glanced at them before I bent forward to start kissing on her weak point of her neck again before she shrugged me off.

“Wow, for a widower in his late thirties, you are such a horn dog. Or I guess you could be the Energizer bunny,” she giggled before she kissed me deep on the lips and stood to walk towards the bathroom. As I lay there pondering the possibilities, I thought about possibly taking her to local colleges so she stayed close.

Unfortunately, Cathy’s influence on her sister wasn’t just in the looks department. Charlene moved to the gaziantep bayan escortları other side of the state and went to her sister’s alma mater to get her degree. She still called me on weekends and I kept her abreast of how her old shop was staying open. The girls they replaced her with were more on the flirty side, but none of them saw me more than a great tipper and repeat customer. It was during one of these phone conversations that Charlene recommended I take a few days off to come visit her at school.

The next day found me driving the twelve hours to get to the other side of the mountains where her school was. As the sight of the campus came into view, I thought about how difficult it was to spend the previous month away from Charlene’s affections. In my mind, I was not as fallen for her as I was for her sister those years before. However, the sex was memorable enough to make me ache for her. I followed the directions she gave me to find the main office where I filled out a visitor’s form. The office administrator tried to make conversation asking me if I missed my daughter. I played it off knowing full well she didn’t know Charlene that well.

I was given a map of the campus and directed towards her dormitory. As I reached the door, the dorm manager welcomed me in and offered to call Charlene. Again she referred to me as Charlene’s father as she had Charlene come down and meet me in the lobby. By the time Charlene reached me, my nerves were on end before Charlene wrapped me in a hug and called me Daddy.

“But I’m…” I started to say before she responded.

“…happy to see me, Daddy? Me too. Let’s get to the coffee shop so we can catch up,” she said as she escorted me out the door. As we walked towards where my car was parked, Charlene explained that to allow me on campus at that time meant I had to pretend I gaziantep eskort bayan was her dad. Charlene made up a story to the administration that her real dad was actually a step dad so I could visit when I wanted. In my mind, it sounded shady. Having Charlene in my car again though helped ease my fears as she guided me towards the coffee shop she had in mind.

The place was about twenty minutes away from campus and reminded me of the one where I met Cathy. As we entered, Charlene started talking about her new upperclassman boyfriend she started going out with the week before. As she described his Adonis like body, I started feeling like she wouldn’t want my old floppy cock anymore before I felt a hand under the table rubbing me. She winked at me before telling me how he wasn’t in the same league as me yet and he was no competition.

We sat there for a good hour before I thought about sneaking her to the hotel I reserved for the weekend for some much needed make up sex. As the thought of her body crossed my mind, someone across the shop waved at Charlene before walking over. As the form approached, I started to notice a grey suit jacket buttoned in the front and a pair of modest heels before I saw a gorgeous pair of legs between. As I looked up towards her face, I heard Charlene whispering in my ear.

“That’s my anatomy teacher. You can stop drooling now.” I struggled to maintain my composure as she sat down next to us. She had light brown hair and a very attractive face and I found it hard to talk without smiling at her. Charlene introduced me without using the word Daddy and introduced her professor as Dr. Jill Hodges. The name started bringing back flashbacks of high school to my mind until the name linked with the picture in my mind.

“Jill Hodges? As in Mrs. Central High 1992?” The snippet of recognition was what changed gaziantep bayan eskort her face from pleasant to shock.

“Well I was at Central High and won their beauty pageant before graduating in 1993. How did you know Mr…?” I introduced myself and as I expected, she couldn’t remember who I was. The woman who was teaching Charlene about Anatomy was one of the most popular students from my high school and never gave me the time of day back then either. It was then that Charlene elbowed me in the ribs to stop me from flashing back again. I turned towards Charlene and saw the sparkle in her eye. As she excused herself to go to the ladies room, Jill and I began to catch up on old times as I delved into her past a bit to see where she had been. I didn’t see any jewelry on her hands, but didn’t feel like prodding into her love life at that moment.

By the time Charlene returned from the restroom, Jill and I were talking more and Charlene had to remind me of the movie she was taking me to in order for me to make a polite exit. As we walked back to the car, Charlene started to make jokes about hooking Jill and I up to help get her a better grade. As we drove to my hotel room, we made jokes about how much fun it would be until we were behind the closed door. It was then that Charlene started disrobing and her lips pressed into mine like they were going to explode.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here,” she breathed to me as she pressed her naked chest against me. It was then she clawed off my dress shirt before leaning down and planting her lips onto my right nipple. The small bite was stimulating to me as her hands were busy unbuttoning my slacks. I could already feel myself hardening under her ministrations as her lips started kissing down towards my cock. In all the time I had known Charlene, I had never felt her so aggressive. As her silky hand grabbed onto my shaft, I looked down and saw her beautiful smile as she tugged me a little. My dick soon disappeared into her mouth. As she sucked on me, I could feel her humming on my cock. That was another new development in my little cocktease’s repertoire. As she exhaled it, I looked down at her.

“Well, looked like you learned some new tricks,” I said sarcastically.

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Allot of things happen when your 18… Ok they happen earlier too but I was nearly 19 at this point. I was an active 3rd wheel in the group I ran with. They were involved with each other and I was involved with some girl in the next town over. Not a great social life for me or my girl, which was her (probably true) excuse for ending things with me.

After Trish told me it was over my friends threw a party for their favorite odd man out. I was flattered. They really worked at saying they were happy that I was single even though they were all connected at the hip. The party I was dragged to was at Jessie’s house. There was booze galore and pot to spare. They had brought in several “contenders” for my attention. Too bad for them I was an oblivious teen aged boy. I would have taken at least one or two for a ride had my brain kicked into any level of reality.

It was one of those nights, the kind when you think the cops will show up any time. We had it all food, loud music, drugs, booze and sex. Well they did any way. I was 6 months away from Navy boot camp and wouldn’t risk any more incrimination than getting drunk. Lord did I tie one on. The girls who had been brought to keep me entertained soon found more suitable objects for their time and affection while I was puking off the back porch and climbing into the old tree house to sleep it off.

I woke up about 4 AM. I had to pee like no tomorrow and I was sober enough to climb down the ladder. Stumbling into the back door of the house I made my way to the bathroom attached to Jessie’s mom’s room. I had just finished what seemed like the longest piss in my life when I heard her open the front door.

Momma Rose, as we all called her was not a great gaziantep yabancı escort bayan looking woman. She was knida broad in the hip and overall more plum than hour glass shaped. She picked her way through the mostly sleeping bodies in the living room into her private space. I kept quiet in the bath room as she started to strip off the trappings of fast food management. She was careless as she shucked her slacks and had her blouse half unbuttoned as we both heard it. A soft voice we both recognized as her daughter fucking her boy friend, “Oh God, Kell yes fuck me..” we both hard Jessie grunt in a guttural tone and knew she was cumming

Suddenly I realized Momma Rose had her hand in her panties. As I listened to Jessie and her boy friend fuck I watched as Rose’s fingers plunged harder and harder against her clit. We both heard the muffled cry “Oh Fucking God” as her daughter went over the edge. I watched Rose enraptured. My dick was standing hard against the soft cotton of my jockeys. She was cumming along with Jess. I however was just getting started.

After a few minutes Rose stood up from the bed she had bent over and proceeded to finish taking off her blouse. I think she was considering changing her drawers when she realized I was in the room with her. She looked wildly around trying to figure out whether or not I had seen her frigging to her daughters cum. As her eyes caught sight of my straining dick she knew the answer to her unspoken question.

Her shoulders slumped as she hung her head in shame. I walked quietly to where she stood and lifted her chin so she would look at me. “We all have needs”, I said looking into her gaziantep genç escort bayan lined brown eyes. She turned away from me and I stepped behind her. Pressing my cock against her ass I said, “It’s alright Momma Rose, we both just need a good fuck.”

I was just still drunk enough to not be shy. I pushed my cock against her ass again as I reached under her arms to grope her small tits. She made no move to stop me and her breathing quickened as I played with her nipples. “We can stop if you want” I whispered in her ear.

Suddenly I felt her push her ass back against my dick and I heard her softly say, “No … Please… Please fuck me.” Her words came out as a wanton sob. I realized than that no matter how much my teenaged hormones had me pumped up she wanted this far more than I could.

Her body felt good against me, her tits in my hands and my dick grinding against her. I leaned back forward “I think I’ll cum to fast.” Her hands rested on my own as she thought about my words and then she pulled them away from her breast.

Turning around in my arms she pushed me down to sit upon her bed. Slowly she removed her flimsy bra and panties and guided my shorts over my hips as she knelt between my legs. The way she handled my cock was heaven. She knew just how to hold and rub how to make a man feel good. “Cum in my mouth first, your young enough we can still fuck after…” With those words she engulfed me in her mouth. Tentative at first the deeper and deeper, I felt the head of my cock slide deep into her mouth and throat and knew I was going to shoot. Momma Rose knew too and she clamped her hands tight on my ass pressing my dick gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan into her mouth as I blew my load.

Slowly she began sliding her lips up and down my shaft once again, her tongue teasing and testing my cock and balls. I don’t think I ever stopped being hard as she excited every nerve in my shaft. Slowly she stood and had me stand with her. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. Feeling her urgency exited me. I ground my cock against her belly as I reached down and massaged her ass.

Sensing it was time that I should take control I lifted her head to look at me and kissed her gently, my hands roaming up her body to massage her tits and tease her nipples. After a moment of this communion I turned her around and pushed her down towards the bed, the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades. Shortly I was presented with the sight of her bent over the bed, ass in the air her sex wide open begging to be filled.

Peripherally I was aware of sounds in the next room, a soft moaning but my attention was on filling and fucking Momma Rose. As I filled her with my cock I heard her moan and she began to buck against me. Slowly at first and then harder and harder, soon I was plowing her cunt like a pile driver and she was bucking back just as hard screaming “fuck me, Fuck Me Oh God Fuck me” again and again at the top of her lungs.

As I felt the cum Rising in my dick I heard through the walls behind me “fuck me Kell, fuck me as hard as he is fucking my momma” This pushed me over the edge. I grabbed savagely onto Rose’s hips and drove as deep as I could into her waiting cunt and blew my load. Digging my fingers into her flesh I pulled her to me as she wailed in orgasm. I could hear Jessie and Kell climaxing in the next room as I emptied my balls into Rose and it made me buck even harder again.

We collapsed onto Roses bed and fell asleep. The next morning I awoke to feel lips surrounding my morning wood. It didn’t take me long to shoot my load and Momma Rose sidled up beside me and whispered in my ear, “that’s my way of saying thank you for making an old woman fell good.”

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“You vile young pervert! How could you do that to my own mother? Week after week. You’re shameless!”

Here I sat in front of Mrs. Crotchy’s daughter, receiving the tongue-lashing of my young life—all for something that gave her mother (and me) such pleasure.

As I was finishing up high school, I did more and more odd jobs for some of the nicer old ladies in the neighborhood. Mrs. Crotchy was the nicest. About 66 years old, a widow, with soft silver-gray medium length hair and pale blue eyes. She always had her surprisingly full lips formed into a smile or a sexy O, depending on her mood. While she would usually be referred to as petite, her breasts were decidedly on the full side.

After taking care of a few things around her house, she rewarded me with more than money. At first, what one would expect: cookies, pies, sandwiches. Then one day, after all the work was done and all the treats eaten, she brought out a small cardboard box and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“Randy”, she said(since that was my name), come over and sit down here. It’ll be easier to see what I’ve got for you.”

“After my husband died, I didn’t have the heart to throw these out. He loved them so. So, since you are of age now and full of life, I thought maybe you would like to have a look at them.”

“What are they, Mrs. Crotchy?”

“Some old magazines, men’s magazines, glamour magazines, nudies. I hope you don’t go telling anyone that I’ve given them to you.”

With that my mouth went dry and my cock went up. The idea of this sweet old woman talking like that and wanting to do that for me!

Carefully opening up the flaps, I looked down and saw the first of the glossy, colorful females smiling at me from the cover of a long-out-of-print porn rag from the ’50s. Under that, another, then another. I looked at her and saw her encouraging smile and blush on her cheeks, and started to take them out.

“I don’t know what to say, Mrs. Crotchy,” I choked out.

“You don’t have to say anything, Randy. These never failed to turn on the mister, and I hope they turn you on, too.”

“Th-thank you.”

“You do like being turned on, don’t you Randy? I know most young men do.”

“Yes. But I just can’t accept these. I don’t know how I’d sneak these into my house. And if I did, I’d hate for my folks to catch me with them. How would I ever explain…”

“Oh, dear. I never thought of that. Maybe you could just look at them while you’re here. I can make myself scarce and let you have some privacy. How would that be?”

How much privacy? I wondered. But I said, “That would be great, Mrs. Crotchy.”

“Alright, then I’ll just leave you be…with all these lovelies.” Saying that with a smile on her face, she turned and adjusted the cutains to give me more light, then sort of sashayed out of the room.

So there I sat, with a boxful of beauties to ogle to my heart’s content and to my cock’s pleasure. I took the rest out of the secret vault they had laid in for years and arranged them on the cleared coffee table. My heart and head and hardon throbed with the excitement of jigolo escort gaziantep it all. The best turn-ons are the unexpected ones and this clearly fit that description.

An hour later, after having made myself comfy and getting the lighting just right, I finished the first of my new treasure trove. It was visual viagra at it’s best. Then she came back and asked in a soft voice if she could bother me for a second. Pulling my eyes from the biggest bosom I’d ever seen, I turned towards her to see her smiling indulgently but a bit regretfully.

“Now I don’t mind your staying here a bit longer, but your parents might be getting worried. Maybe you should finish up there for tonight and come again some other time. What do you say?

“I guess you’re right, Mrs. Crotchy.” I relunctantly started putting the magazines back in the “closet” that they came from. Then getting up to go, felt a pull in the front of my pants. Damn! I’d gotten so used to having a woody that it never occurred to me to hide it. Certainly the women I’d been looking at for the last hour didn’t mind.

“Oh my, you really did enjoy them, didn’t you? I’m glad to see they’ve done somebody some good.”

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry Mrs. Crotchy.” As I turned to hide the bulge and tried to do something about it.

With a big smile, sparkling eyes, and cheeks red as rouge, Mrs. Crotchy assured me that she didn’t mind a bit, that she actually enjoyed seeing a young man in that state, but that I shouldn’t go home in that condition. “Better sit on the front porch for a while and think of something ‘less arousing’.”

“Yes, thank you. Uh, when do you want me to come back?”, I could barely manage to get out.

“Oh, tomorrow would be fine. Yes, come tomorrow,” she said, a little dreamily, I thought.

So I did. But the peculiar thing was, she didn’t have any work for me to do. After some small talk over milk and cookies, she mentioned the magazines and if I wanted to look at them again. Of course, I agreed, a bit too eagerly. So she brought out the box from it’s secret hiding place and put it down on the coffee table. I was stiff with anticipation and couldn’t walk the short distance from the kitchen to the living room without revealing my huge hardon. I hid it behind the back of a large upholstered chair while she adjusted the curtains and shades for more natural lighting.

Turning around and seeing where I was and where that box of forbidden pleasures was, she smiled and told me that she would leave me be for a while. This time, I ogled for two hours(since none of my time was taken up by work). This time, after quietly breaking my spell, she escorted me out to the now dark porch, linking my arm and rubbing against my side, and looking down at the front of my shorts. She sat with me for a while and explained that women who like men enjoy it when men they like are turned on, so she enjoys having me over to look at her husband’s old magazines. Then she turned to less exciting topics to allow my member to get back to normal before walking home.

Over the next week, the gaziantep lezbiyen escort bayan pattern continued, but with me spending more and more time looking at the abundance of beauties that old Mr. Crotchy had enjoyed seeing so many years ago. I certainly enjoyed looking at them, too, but I didn’t have the outlet that he had. I realized now that after he got his kicks reading an issue or two, he could relieve his aching balls by turning to his wife…the then young, pretty Mrs. Crotchy. I, on the other hand(so to speak) went home to a house full of kids and other people(this being summer and all). And before I got there, I was increasingly being stroked, caressed, touched, and fondled by an increasingly suggestive and flirtatious Mrs. Crotchy. And one who became less conservative about her dress as the humid summer heat dragged on.

Things finally came to a head(so to speak) when, after reading five magazines over three and a half hours, Mrs. Crotchy helped me up from the sofa, looked into my eyes, told me how sweet I was and gave me a hug as I looked down into her pretty cleavage under a see-through blouse. My stiffy spewed its cream into the front of my thin running shorts as I tried to get away and hide my embarrassment. As she felt the fluid eruption wet her belly, her mouth formed a big sexy O, and said, “OH!” at the same time. She was so good about my losing it. Assured me that it was alright and perfectly understandable and that she was sorry that she hadn’t done more to help me sooner. Hearing her talk that way put more life into my soggy sausage even as it was losing the last of it’s load.

She helped me off with my clothes, shushing my protests of modesty, and washed them…then me!

As her soft, warm, soapy washcloth swirled around my crotch, she told me how much whe missed the pleasures of a young man and had neglected my needs. She would never let me ‘down’ again.

And she never did. The next time I came over, she was dressed in her sheerest lingerie, treated me to one cookie while she sloppily drank a carton of milk, escorted me over to the couch where the magazines were already laid out, and left me alone to ogle the naked women…for all of 10 minutes. Returning, she got down beside me and asked if I needed relief yet, since she surely didn’t want another episode like last time. She explained that it was actually bad for young men to ejaculate in their pants and that she wouldn’t let it happen if she could help it. And she did help it, by using her mouth(after taking out her false teeth). So I finally experienced a blowjob, and from someone who knew how to do it and how to enjoy it.

The next time I came over, she claimed to have misplaced the magazines, but so as not to leave me frustrated, gave me great head anyway. I didn’t complain. As time went on, I came over to her place several times a day, and I came…

I also went from a 18-year-old almost virgin, to a young man happily pumping the soft, warm, willing mouth of an experienced womam two or three times a day. Then her daughter found out.

I never learned gaziantep escort masaj salonları how. But I found out she did because she, rather than her mother, was waiting for me one day.

So here I sat, with my thinnest, loosest summer shorts on, rapidly collapsing pole under the tent, listening to this 40-something female rag on me for doing the dirty with her old lady.

I came, expecting to lower my shorts and sticking that tent pole into the loving, toothless mouth of a smiling, nude Mrs. Crotchy. Instead, I watched as this matronly, clothed women went on and on about how I had taken advantage of her saintly mother in the worst way.

“You young studs are all the same, thinking your mouth meat is god’s gift to women!”

What did she say? Is she crazy?

“You guys just think you can stick you sperm-spewing, cream sticks into every hole you come to. I don’t care how big and bloated your balls are, you can’t just go around and release your jism into every feminine orifice you find available. We’re not a bunch of gob-guzzling gals like those in your filthy fantasies. Our breasts aren’t here just to form cock-caressing cleavages for your tit-fucks.”

As she went on(and on) I couldn’t help but notice a few things. One(or should that be two), even through her old-fashioned frumpy housedress, I could make out that she had big boobs. And that her calves were full, with a hint that her thighs and hips were, too.

Her auburn hair had a longish style that looked sort of ’50s-ish. Her eyebrows were full but neatly plucked over large green eyes with some shading and liner. But mostly I noticed her lips…full and puffy and, at the moment, vey animated. Miss Crotchy(never married and a virgin to boot) was actually, to me, a rather attractive woman.

In spite of the lambasting(or because of it), the ol’ tent pole was pushing the tent back up into place. As her harangue continued and her descriptions of my wicked equipment continued, her eyes took on a wilder look while her face became more flushed and her lips bigger and fuller. Beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead as she worked herself into an increasingly agitated state. And perhaps it was all because of where her eyes were trained. Now, not only were my shorts pushed out, they were getting wet. Having gone almost a whole day without a hole to cum into, and expecting relief almost as soon as I came in the door, my woody hadn’t just grown, it’d started to leak!

“We have a right to the sanctity of our own mouths, for heaven’s sake. No matter how many hours it’s been since your last eruption, you can’t just push you dick through our lips to explode again, and again! Our mouths aren’t reservoirs for your joy juice! They were’t made just to suck on large slippery penises all day, everyday!”

I was actually getting worried about her. She seemed to be going over the edge. I got up to put my hand on her shoulder, regardless of my condition. As I got closer and my wet spot grew larger, her eyes never left their target. When I got to her, I did put my hands on her shoulders, and tried to say something to simmer her down. But it wasn’t necessary. Now that I was standing in front of her, as she sat on the couch, my bloated bulge was staring her in the face…her very womanly, very flushed, very warm face. Woody felt the warmth and responded as her mouth opened in wonder and awe. The tent pole shuddered and the wet spot grew and her tongue reached out.

It turned out to be the best tongue-lashing I’d ever received in my life.

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During my last year of High School my father had taken on a new job that required we move. I wasn’t any too happy about it, wanting to finish out my senior year with friends and activities that I was involved with. But there was no way around it, and I reluctantly remained with my family as we moved several hundred miles away to our new home and a new way of life.

Though our family had “moved-up” as they say, those first few weeks into summer before the start of the new school year were very trying for me. I didn’t know anyone, nor had I really met anyone at that time to pal around with or do things with. Worse, I was having difficulty finding a job (that I liked) in order to save some money towards the car I’d been hoping to finally get that summer.

Two doors down from where we lived, there was a spacious home sitting on three acres of the most beautiful greenery, lawn and flowerbeds. I noticed however that it didn’t seem to be in the best of shape, far from what it could be anyway. As I enjoyed gardening, working outside more than anything else, and in desperate need of some money, I decided to inquire with the owner of the home to see if there was any work for me there.

On the day I first met Mrs. Steel, I had gone to her door with the hopes of landing at least a part-time job for some quick easy money. I had no idea if they already had a gardener or if there was even someone who took care of the grounds, but if they did, he or she certainly wasn’t doing a very good job of it. By the looks of things, the grass hadn’t been mowed in several weeks. And for a home that elegant looking, and so huge, it didn’t make much sense to me.

She opened the door and by all appearances, looked like she’d been in bed for a week. She was wearing some frumpy old worn housecoat, her hair was a mess, and she looked worn and tired as well. By the looks of her, I didn’t figure there was much chance of landing any sort of a job, my first impression being that something financially disastrous had happened and she was just waiting to be evicted. Pressing on however, I told her who I was, pointed out where I lived, and stated I was interested in landscaping, gardening etc.

As I stood in the door telling her all this, I noticed that she wasn’t exactly unattractive, and in fact, under normal circumstances would probably be a very attractive looking woman. She was certainly in her mid too late fifty’s perhaps early sixty’s even, but looking older than that at the time I first met her. To my surprise, she seemed interested in my offer, and explained her present situation.

“Three month’s ago my husband died,” she began telling me. “Steven was the one who really enjoyed working out in the yard, keeping things up and all that. We’d once talked about hiring on a gardener, especially as it became more and more difficult for him to spend the time this place constantly needed. But for one reason or another, we kept putting it off, doing it ourselves. And then of course Steven died suddenly of an unexpected heart attack. I’ve been trying to keep up with it, but as you can see, I’m falling behind in it myself, and frankly, haven’t had the energy or the desire even to do it.”

After she had explained this to me, things made a little more sense, but I still wasn’t sure she was too keen on hiring me. That was until she told me she’d pay me a hundred dollars a week! Although that was more money than I’d seen in my short lifetime that I could call my own, I still hesitated, feeling somewhat guilty about accepting such a salary for keeping things in shape for her. Mrs. Steel explained to me that I would definitely earn every penny of it. As that also included maintenance on their pool, as well as doing odd jobs around the house for her when she needed help doing something. Having heard that, I readily agreed. My very first day “at work” would be bright and early the next day. The first order of business was mowing the lawn, but at least they had one of those mowers you could ride on, and that was something to look forward to all by itself. The second major thing would be to clean out the leaves and garbage that had fallen into the pool over the past few months.

I showed up at her place bright and early the next morning. I preferred working in the yard early anyway, my favorite time of day when things were still peaceful, quiet, and fresh. And though I would soon be waking up the neighbors once I started on the lawn, I enthusiastically set out to begin to make a difference in how the place would look once I was done. Mrs. Steel had already given me a set of keys to the shed where everything I needed was secured and waiting for me. So I didn’t need to bother waking her up when I began my day.

I had spent the past two hours out front mowing, and already the place looked one hundred percent better. Heading out back to finish up there, I ran into Mrs. Steel as she came outside to greet me. The first thing I noticed was that I had been right. She was an attractive gaziantep escort ilanları woman, very much so. She had obviously gone through some sort of metamorphosis during the night, as I now saw her with a little bit of makeup, and entirely different looking. But to my immediate delight, I saw that she was wearing a tied in front halter-top that clearly defined her well rounded breasts, and deep cleavage that hinted at the smoothness of her dark tanned breasts. She wore a pair of white shorts that showed off her dark tan, as well as her shapely legs. Needless to say, she looked like an entirely different woman than the one I had met the day before.

“It’s such a lovely morning. I thought I’d at least come out and give you a hand. After all, it’s not your fault the yard’s in this bad of a condition, so the least I can do is help you,” she said.

“Thank you Mrs. Steel,” I began to say, but she interrupted me.

“Katie. Please call me Katie,” she told me.

Even so, it was difficult for me to call her by that name, and I continually addressed her as Mrs. Steel, sometimes Katie after that.

“I’ll start on the pool,” she explained, and told me about the pool cleaner and how it worked. “You finish up with the mowing, and then come over and help me with this.”

As the backyard wasn’t nearly as big as the front yard, primarily because of the pool and floral gardens, it didn’t take me even half the time to mow, as had the front yard. I put the mower back in the shed, and then went around the house to rejoin her by the pool. I had just started up this narrow slate stone path between the house and the open-air green house they had also kept for growing their roses, placed my hand on the small gate that opened into the back yard, and froze!

I know Katie was expecting me to come back around the other way, as she was still looking over her shoulder in that direction. But as I had left some grass clippings in bags to set out in the garbage, I had gone around the other side of the house. So it was that I stood watching her remove the western style bandana she’d been wearing, allowing her shoulder length hair to fall free. Interestingly, she had one silver streak that swept back nearly down the middle, and reminded me slightly of Mrs. Munster, though I certainly would never ever have referred to her in that way. But what froze me in place was the fact she had untied her blouse, and realizing she was braless then, watched as she took the bandana and wiped the sweat from her exposed breasts. Still looking in the other direction for me to come back around, I stood there momentarily, still looking at her beautiful full breasts, almost afraid to move. And in so doing was caught looking.

It wasn’t the fact that she simply had bared her breasts, but the fact that they were so beautiful. Katie had the biggest darkest areola, (though I only knew them then as nipples) that I had ever seen before, and I had seen several women’s breasts in a few stroke-books, but never any women’s nipples like hers. To me, they were the most erotic looking pair of ‘tits’ that I had ever laid eyes on. And so literally frozen in place as I was, caught looking as Mrs. Steel suddenly turned to look in my direction as though realizing since I’d not come back around the other way that the possibility existed, I’d come around from the side that I had. And there our eyes locked on one another.

Initially I felt embarrassed and a little alarmed that she might think I was actually spying on her. ” So much for my permanent job,” I thought. But Katie merely smiled, turned away from me so as to once again cover herself, and retied the blouse she was wearing back over her breasts.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she told me. “It’s just so damn hot already, and I’m sweating like a pig as it is.”

I walked through the gate towards her, a little dizzy and a little unsteady on my feet. But it had been an innocent incident after all, and if Mrs. Steel wasn’t going to make any big deal out of it, then neither would I.

An hour or so later we’d finished cleaning the pool. Katie suggested we break for a light lunch, and as a reward for all our hard work, suggested we go for a swim afterwards. I reminded Katie that I of course didn’t have any swim trunks, and though I could certainly run home to get some, I worried about getting stuck at home doing one thing or another for my mother instead. Katie quickly informed me that she was sure she could dig out a pair of trunks that Steven had worn without my having to run home.

Following her up to her bedroom, I once again felt a little shy and extremely nervous. Sitting on the edge of her bed while she rummaged through several drawers, she finally found a pair of swimming trunks that would fit me. I watched as she quickly located a two-piece bathing suit of her own, and invited me to change clothes in her bedroom while she stepped into the bathroom gaziantep escort kadın to change. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and piled them in one of the chairs sitting near the bed. Looking up and towards the bathroom, I saw then that the door had not been closed all the way. A small crack gave me a peek into that room and I saw Mrs. Steel’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. Once again, I sat watching as she undressed, watched as she cupped her breasts turning sideways in the mirror to look at her self, releasing her breasts, turning, cupping them once again as though wishing they stood up off her chest a little more firmly. I for one thought her breasts looked perfect just the way they were. They were in my young eyes, quite sexy and very alluring. I had never seen boobs as large as hers were, but had limited experience in trying to compare them to the very, very few I had seen. To me, just looking at her as she examined and touched herself was exciting beyond words. And because of that, I immediately achieved an erection, which I did not initially perceive as being a problem until I realized she’d soon come out of the bathroom.

“Mrs. Steel….Uh Katie? I’m going to go ahead and run down to the pool. I’ll meet you outside,” I yelled at her into the bathroom.

Katie had by this time of course finished dressing and just as I stood up to leave, she came walking out of the bathroom. Once again we caught one another staring and looking at each other. Me with a tent-pole bulging out of my swim trunks, and her with those full breasts of hers barely contained within the confines of a nearly too small top. Her white two-piece suit certainly highlighted her dark tan, and glancing down briefly as I did, I also noticed the slightly darker area that was shadowed between her legs through the material of her bottoms.

I stammered momentarily, unsure what to say or do. “I um…ah…was just going.” Dropping my hand down as nonchalantly as possible, to cover my obvious erection, I finally managed to get my legs unstuck from the floor and headed out of the bedroom.

“Here!” I heard Katie softly yell at me then, turning, I just managed to catch the bath-towel she’d thrown towards me, but the suddenness and unexpected toss of the towel in my direction once again revealed my obvious stiffness. And worse, showing it off from a side view that I saw her glance down at as I reached up to catch the towel.

“I thought you might need a towel,” she finished saying, still looking at me, smiling, though I noticed her eyes once again travel down to my still standing tent-pole.

I was sure she wasn’t smiling at me in any suggestive, certainly not in any sort of an ‘interested’ way. It was more like in an understanding; don’t worry about it, sort of smile. I was grateful for that, and used the towel to wrap around myself, and hurried on down the stairs with Katie following behind me.

We swam for quite a while, splashing water on one another and generally having quite a good time. The coolness of the water rapidly melted my erection so that I was soon comfortable around her, and as we swam, talked and enjoyed one another’s company, I relaxed considerably.

Though the trunks Katie had given me to wear felt a little big, and I occasionally had to readjust them, it became second nature for me to do so and I gave it no further thought. I eventually decided to go off the diving board when Katie asked me if I knew how to do any “flips” off it that she could watch. I was delighted to show her what I could do, ‘showing off’ and climbed out of the pool and stepped onto the diving board. I hit the end of the board springing high into the air, and slid through the water in a near perfect vertical entry. And promptly felt my trunks come off in the water. When I surfaced a short distance away, I turned around looking behind myself to see if I could spot them floating. Katie was already standing there in the middle of the pool, holding onto them.

“I guess they’re a little big.” And then she laughed, unable to help herself.

Though I was a little embarrassed, even feeling my cheeks flushing, I laughed along with her, but hesitated in approaching her in my obvious nakedness. I fully expected her to toss the trunks over to me, watched her even as though she was going to do just that, and then was stunned as they went sailing through the air far over my head to land over by the Patio table instead.

I turned back around to look at her, confusion showing in my face I’m sure, and saw her reaching behind obviously undoing her swim-top.

“You know, in all the years we’ve owned this pool, I have never once gone skinny-dipping in it!” Katie then tossed her own top over to the side, landing near where the spot my own trunks had landed. I saw her reach down knowing full well that she was now removing the bottoms to her bathing suit too. This was also wadded up and sent sailing across the gaziantep escort kızlar pool to land on the edge near the steps leading up and out.

“Good place for them. I’ll leave them there to put back on when I get out,” she casually commented. Flipping onto her back, she floated momentarily while I stood in the shallows at the opposite end of the pool, though kneeling so as not to expose myself to her. I was more than confused now and totally unsure what to make of all this as she so calmly floated on her back. Those breasts of hers so easily exposed, as was the dark patch of her pubic hair now clearly revealed to me as she lay on her back floating there in the water so uninhibitedly. And though it was exciting as hell to see her like this, I also felt more relaxed than I’d been a short few moments ago.

Finally at ease, becoming more and more so as we continued to talk, swim around, it was simply too tempting, and far too easy to continually find myself gawking at her nude body, especially her breasts as she sometimes stood, or floated on her back. Eventually my cock had once again stirred in arousal, and feeling it growing, I made a hasty retreat out of the pool and sat down in one of the patio-table chairs. Though I didn’t put on my wet swim trunks, I did grab my towel and laid it across my lap. Katie had brought out a pitcher of lemonade with lunch, and I quickly poured a glass pretending to be thirsty and sat their drinking it, watching her.

She of course had seen me exit the pool. I knew she had followed me over towards the table, and though my ass was obviously exposed to her viewing, it wasn’t nearly as bad had she seen my reawakened erection. When I sat, I did so with my towel already positioned in front of myself so that I would conceal my pre-“dick”-ament before sitting down.

Mrs. Steel swam over to the edge of the pool closest to me. She was perfectly concealed in this fashion, standing below the lip of the pool in such a way that I could not see anything of her except for her head, neck and upper shoulders. We’d left the pool cleaner on the entire time, allowing it to finish doing its job while we swam. I saw her taking in the hose, fully expecting her to ask me to shut it off, (dreading that) but was surprised when she never mentioned anything to me about it, but obviously stood there now holding on to it as we spoke. It was then that I noticed a peculiar expression come over her face. I had seen that look on my own face in the mirror when I had once caught my reflection while masturbating in the bathroom. And it was the very same one I was seeing now on her face!

“So,” Mrs. Steel began speaking, and I picked up a slight quivering edge to the tone of her voice as she did. “Do you think I have an ok body for a woman my age? I bet not though huh? I’d guess you have several young girlfriends with cute little bodies to look at occasionally.”

I had no idea what to say to that, about to respond anyway, but she merely continued speaking, so my own response stuck in my throat, and I merely sat watching her instead. I was certainly intrigued, curious, perhaps intimidated and even a little bit afraid, but sitting there watching her doing whatever it was that she was doing was getting to me. My cock was as stiff and as hard as it had ever been, and the fear of her asking…no telling me to get up and do something for her, like turning off the pool cleaner was suddenly a bit worrisome.

I was so into my own thoughts and wildly running imagination at this point that I had hardly heard a word or been concentrating on what Mrs. Steel had been saying. Sort of like coming in on the middle of an innocent conversation, and hearing something else that could have been taken as anything but innocent. And for a moment, that’s what I thought I was hearing.

“…at least that long since I have even seen a man’s…cock,” she said bluntly. “And the last thing I wanted to do was frighten you off, but it would mean so much to me if you would come over here at least, and just let me see you.”

I know I sat there looking dumbfounded. But I had just barely tuned back into whatever it was she had been saying. The word cock was certainly embedded into my thoughts, and something about her wanting to see it. When I saw her look change from the pleasured one she’d been showing me to one of uncertainty, even suddenly being ashamed of what she’d just said, I knew my inaction had mistakenly been perceived as something else entirely. I saw her face soften, almost like she was going to start crying or something.

“Wait!” I heard myself call out it a higher than normal pitch, though it sounded like a voice belonging to someone else, certainly not mine.

I stood up, dropping my bath towel completely, revealing my hard swollen member to her scrutiny, and bravely walked over to sit down on the edge of the pool where she was still standing. Almost immediately I realized what it was she had been doing with the pool cleaner too. She still had it nestled between her legs, and obviously had been using it to pleasure herself with while she had stood there talking to me.

“You know what I’m doing?” She asked. Though it was more of a statement of fact than a question really. I nodded my head yes with sudden wide-eyed understanding, and an overwhelming wave of excitement suddenly coursing through and over my entire body.

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“Honestly,” I said to the man who had stopped me after I left the drug store, and as I looked around the parking lot of the strip mall I was grateful that at least there weren’t many people around to witness this new low in a life that had been spiraling downward for a few months. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a senior moment or something.”

“How old are you lady?” the man asked as he held the Dove deodorant he had pulled out of my pocketbook.

“59”, I admitted.

“Then you aren’t a senior,” He said. “Let’s go back in the store. Easier for you and me both if you walk nice and calmly, but if I have to drag you I will.”

I went. I was pissed off but mostly at myself because I was wrong. I don’t even remember putting the thing in my pocketbook, but I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. I paid for the lipstick but forgot about the deodorant until I got collared in the parking lot.

The walk of shame was a long one and I’m sure my face was as red as it felt as I followed the security man through the store and into the back room, where he ushered me into a sparsely furnished office and locked the door behind him.

“Look, can I just pay for it?” I asked, trying to walk the thin line between asking and begging. “It was a mistake. Why would I pay for a $9 lipstick and steal a $3 deodorant?”

“Good question. You’re the thief so why don’t you tell me? You kleptomaniacs are something else,” the man said.

“I’m not – sorry – what’s your name sir?”

“Tom.”

“Thank you. Tom, I’m not a thief. I swear. I stole a package of cupcakes from a store when I was 10. That’s it. I’m a respected member of the community,” I assured him.

“Drivers license please. What else did you steal?”

“Nothing. I didn’t even steal that, at least not on purpose. You don’t understand. I’ve had a rough couple of months,” I pleaded as I handed him my license.

“And it just got rougher,” Tom informed me as he looked over my I.D. at me. “Marie.”

***

“We can handle this here or call the police,” Tom informed me. “Your choice.”

“Of course I’d rather take care of it here,” I said as I fumbled through my wallet and pulled out some bills. “Here, this is for the merchandise and this – these are for you. For your trouble.”

Tom sneered at my offering of 3 singles in my left hand and $37 in various rumpled denominations I clutched in my right.

“It’s all I have on me,” I told him.

“What do you think I am, a whore?” he replied. “And a low-rent one at that. No, that won’t cut it.”

“Then what?”

“Your pocketbook,” Tom said curtly. “Dump it out on the table.”

I did as he asked, mumbling as the contents poured out of the bag, and as I looked at the mess I wished I had cleaned it out.

This Tom guy went through all of the stuff, looking at the various items that were spread around, looking for more stolen goods that weren’t there. He even asked me if I had stolen a roll of life-savers that was almost half gone.

“What’s this?” Tom asked as he fished inside of my pocketbook and found something tucked in the inside pocket.

“Nothing,” I said as I grabbed for it, but that effort was neither appreciated or effective.

“You make one more move like that and I’ll put the cuffs on you,” he warned.

“Cuffs?” I said. Are you serious?”

A few seconds later after Tom had fished the cuffs out of his pocket and waved them in my face I shut up and watched as my humiliation only got worse.

“What the hell is this…” Tom mumbled as he unfolded the papers.

“It’s nothing,” I said. “It’s just something somebody gave me to read.”

“Marie Provost,” Tom said as he started to read. “Is that you? Your I.D. has a different last name.”

“It’s not me,” I lied.

“What is this? Porn?” Tom asked. “Back to the Farmer’s Market.”

“Please don’t,” I mumbled as he began to read the story out loud, but although she stopped reading out loud he didn’t stop reading, just pausing to grin over at me and then shifting things around in his pants as he got to the end.

“You dig black guys, huh Marie?” Tom said as he leered at me. “You don’t look like a coal burner.”

“It’s not…”

“This is you lady. You fit the bill of the slut in this story. You do look a little like that Brady Mom. Can’t picture her going down on brothers though. You like the big black dicks?”

“It’s just a story,” I whined. “I never did anything like that.”

“Whatever. Okay, what else have you got hidden on you?”

“Hidden? Nothing.”

“Like I’m going to believe a thief? Let’s get those clothes off.”

“I will not.”

“Then pick up that phone over there and call the police,” Tom sneered. “They’ll strip you down at the station.”

“But – can’t you have a woman do this? The cashier?”

“Oh, you got your eye on that redhead huh?” Tom said. “Go both ways?”

“No.”

“Let’s go then. The faster you get done the better,” Tom said, and as he crossed his arms over his burly chest he started tapping his fingers on his elbows. “I’m waiting.”

My gaziantep evi olan escort bayan hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my blouse, something I can usually do a lot faster when I’m not a nervous wreck, but I managed and after I pulled it off my shoulders I shook it out.

“Satisfied?”

“The slacks,” Tom said, and when I started to protest he gave me a look that got me kicking off my shoes fast, unbuttoning and dropping the slacks down before stepping out of them. “And the socks. You kleptos stick stuff everywhere.”

At that point I knew where this was headed although there was always the chance that I could just be having a scare put into me, but that wasn’t to be.

“The bra.”

“Please,” I begged. “I don’t have anything in there.”

“That’s obvious,” Tom snorted. “Spare the tears too.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Tom said. “The job doesn’t pay much but there are fringe benefits. Now let’s get a look at what you give the brothers at the Farmer’s Market. Take the bra off Marie.”

I reached back and unhooked by bra, and after it came loose and slid the harness off of my shoulders. I don’t know what Tom’s reaction was because my eyes were screwed shut while I prayed for this to be over, but he was kind enough not to laugh as my breasts came free from the cups and sagged down.

“That wasn’t so tough, was it?” Tom said after I finally opened my eyes. “Now lift them up. Grab your nipples and lift them up so I can see under them to make sure you don’t have eyeliner or anything under them hangers.”

“Come on,” I mumbled but I did what he asked.

“Pull them up. Higher,” Tom instructed. “That’s it. I’ll bet they used to stick up like that by themselves, huh Marie?”

I didn’t answer as I looked down at my flesh straining as a result of my pulling, and part of that was the sensation that I felt from doing this. I was hoping that this man wouldn’t notice the effect this was having on me but he proved he was an very observant man.

“Those are some great nipples you have there Marie,” Tom said after he had me let go of myself. “They really puffed up there.”

“Are we done?” I asked as I crossed my hands across my chest.

“Not even close. Lift your arms.”

“What?”

“You seem to be trying to hide something. I don’t like the way you keep your arms pinned to your sides,” Tom said as he came over to my side. “Now lift your arms and put your hands behind your head. Without the drama too. You’re pouting like a little kid.”

Reluctantly I did as he asked, and he smirked as he saw I had nothing stuck under my arms.

“You smell nice Marie,” Tom snickered. “The next time you steal something though, steal razors.”

As he said that Tom’s fingers slid under my arm, stroking the little patch of peach fuzz that comes after a few days of not shaving and not caring.

“I wasn’t expecting to be examined like this,” I told him as he kept rubbing the moist hollow.

“Either keep them smooth or let the hair grow,” Tom concluded. “I don’t like the stubble. Keep that in mind in the future when you come back to steal.”

“You think I’m actually going to shop here any more?” I snapped.

“Oh, there’s a threat! You think management will be upset that a thief is going to steal someplace else?” Tom said in a mocking tone.

“I’m not a thief you asshole!” I said, showing that while I might not be as young as I used to be, I still had some fire in me, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“I don’t like being yelled at,” Tom informed me seconds after he clicked the cuffs on my wrists, leaving me feeling very helpless with my hands behind my head and naked except for my panties.

“I’m sorry,” I said in a unconvincing tone.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Tom said as he came around to face me. “But if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you back here.”

***

“This looked like fun before, Marie,” Tom said as he grabbed my nipples with his thumbs and index fingers and did what he had me do, lifting my breasts up while I fought to hide my emotions.

“OW!” I moaned as Tom added a little twisting to the motion.

“Hurts.”

“Does it hurt good or hurt bad though?” Tom asked me, and it was a question I didn’t answer. “Let’s find out.”

Tom let go of my right breast and let his hand slide down past my navel until it was on the front of the panties right over my mound.

“You’re wet Marie,” Tom said as he leaned into my face, so close that I could almost taste the peppermint gum he was chewing. “Not wet. Dripping. You like this don’t you?”

“No. I want to leave.”

“Soon Marie,” he said just before yanking down my panties, and I stepped out of them just as he asked.

“Nice pussy,” Tom said as he look at my dripping bush. “Look at those pussy lips – so plump and juicy.”

“Look, you’ve had your fun,” I pleaded. “My hands are going to sleep. I want to go home.”

“Why, do you have to go home and screw gaziantep fetiş escort bayan the gardener?” Tom remarked before going back to my nipples, scraping his fingernails on the tender skin and making me shiver in response. “You’re getting even wetter.”

Tom found this out by putting his hand back down between my legs, but this time after stroking the wet fur he stuck a stubby finger in me.

“Damn, that’s a tight pussy you have there Marie,” Tom said as he spun the finger inside me while leaning against me and whispering, “Must not be getting much use lately, or maybe those black dude don’t stretch you out much.”

“I told you,” I managed to choke out as his finger found the spot while he other hand was mauling my tit in a way few women would appreciate. “I don’t do any of that stuff.”

“Isn’t this fun?” Tom asked, and when I didn’t answer he whispered in my ear his idea of fun.

“What do you think I am?” I asked.

“I think you’re a lonely women who’s getting old and not liking it,” Tom said as the hand came our from the rain forest between my legs so he could use both hands to play with my breasts, using the nipples like he was tuning in a radio. “I think you want it – bad. Look at you. Wiggling around like you’re getting eaten by bugs. I’ll bet if I keep playing with your tits you’ll cum right here.”

“Okay,” I gasped. “Look. I’ll…”

“I’m listening,” he commented when I hesitated.

“I’ll suck your cock,” I whispered.

“Now mind you, I’m not making you do this. You’re doing it because you want to,” Tom said as he undid his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. “Right?”

“Yeah – let’s just get this over,” I muttured.

“Hey, that’s no way to approach this. I’m excepting a little more enthusiasm than that,” Tom said as his shirt came off, revealing a barrel chest with a mixture of black and gray hair on it.

“Alright,” I agreed as I watched this middle-aged man taking off his trousers.

He wasn’t a bad looking man, probably 15 years my junior, and if it wasn’t for the situation I would have appreciated his burly but fit body a lot more.

“Now, I know about those black guys and how big their cocks are,” Tom started to say but I stopped him.

“I don’t know any such thing,” I assured him.

“Well, I never had any complaints,” Tom said as he dropped his boxer shorts. “What do you think?”

“Can you take the cuffs off please,” I said as I tried not to look at his cock which was pointing at me. “I can’t feel my fingers.”

“You’re going to be nice to me though, aren’t you Marie?” Tom asked as he approached me and leaned against me as he undid the cuffs. “Because if you take advantage of my good nature I won’t like that.”

“I won’t,” I said as I rubbed my wrists to attempt to get some blood flowing again to my numb fingers.

“You won’t need your hands just yet,” Tom said as I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall and cringed, my too-slender body looking less than well in the bright office lighting.

“Let’s get you down there and let’s see what you can do just using your mouth,” Tom instructed me, and as I knelt on the cheap carpet I found myself staring at what I was about to suck.

It had seemed rather ordinary at first, not much longer than the one I had all but worshipped for over three decades, but now I got a different perspective on the twitching circumsized member which was surrounded by reddish brown curls.

Thick, I quickly noticed, and while the head was a bit stunted that glans was the most slender part of the security guards organ. His cock got thicker on the way down, and I could almost see the blood flowing through the prominent vein that made its serpentine way along the pale shaft.

“Enough looking Marie,” I was told as the voice broken my woolgathering. “Open wide – keep your hands away from my cock, although if you want to play with your tits you can.”

So I did what he asked, opening my mouth and leaning forward. His cock jumped around a little, probably done intentionally, so I looked foolish trying to capture his cock with my mouth alone and having it slap my cheek and mouth until I managed to capture the tip between my lips.

“That’s it. Now watch your teeth and let your lips slide down my cock,” Tom said, and he leaned forward to meet me, not stopping until I felt the head graze my throat just as his pubic hair grazed my eyes. “What a cocksucker you are lady! Little further. Get it all.”

“Can’t,” I said after pulling back and choking after falling about an inch short of what he wanted.

“Too big for you?” Tom asked, and after I nodded he told me to say it out loud.

“Your cock – it’s too big,” I finally said although it wasn’t the length but the thickness that blocked the air, and my mouth felt like it was tearing at the corners as well.

“Back to business,” Tom declared, grabbing the stump of his cock and clubbing my forehead with the glans before bringing it back to my lips, but now Tom had my head in his hands bayan gaziantep escort and was controlling the tempo and how much cock he moved in and out of my mouth.

Thankfully he seemed content to let my mouth work on the last 4 or 5 inches, sparing me the last couple inches which were too thick for me to comfortably handle. Despite myself I found myself getting into the rhythm and was soon sucking his cock like I was enjoying it.

That was the problem. I was enjoying this. I hated the humiliation and the rough carpet but I loved letting this guard pretty much skull fuck me. It was a hell of a lot better than having my name in the police blotter in the local paper, I reasoned.

“You can’t leave them tits alone, can you Marie?” I heard Tom say, and then I realized that my hands had gone up to my breasts without even realizing it. “Let’s see how you do licking my nuts.”

The man lifted his thick tool upwards, exposing a modest sized nut sack that was very hairy, and as I ducked under and began licking I learned they they were salty and sweaty as well. My eyes burned as I dutifully lapped his balls a while before moving my tongue up from the top of his nuts and licking the underside of his cock.

“Marie, are you trying to make me cum?” Tom asked as I licked the undercarriage from base to dripping tip. “You going to swallow my cum if I do? Don’t nod – speak.”

“Yes.” I gasped, only to feel Tom’s hands under my arms and being lifted up to my feet.

“I think you know what we want,” Tom said as he lifted me up on the cold gray metal desk.

“I sucked your cock,” I said.

“I know, and you did great. Maybe I’ll let you suck it some more later but right now I’m looking for something else. Now why don’t you lean back a little and spread those legs?”

“Bet I’m not the first idiot here like this,” I said. “The table is just the right height do. You design this?”

“You aren’t getting snippy with me, are you Marie?” Tom asked as he moved between my thighs with his cock in hand, slapping my labia with it as he got close. “You’re right. You aren’t the first and won’t be the last. Lean back so you can see. The table height? No, I’m just lucky I guess. The other security guards are either taller or shorter so they have to adapt.”

“Ooh!” I sighed as I watched Tom put the head of his cock between my labia and slid it up and down the fold. “What is this place, your private fuck club?”

“You’re right. We only let in thieves, Marie,” Tom sneered as he continued to slide his cock up and down the length of my sex, and now he was dabbing my clit on the upstroke while I leaned back on my elbows and watched him have his way.

“You’re liking this too,” Tom chuckled. “You’re a horny little slut aren’t you?”

“Please,” I said though I didn’t know why.

“Nice to see a pussy with some hair on it again,” Tom opined. “Is this as much fun as the Farmers’ Market?”

“Told you – it’s only a story,” I wheezed.

“Maybe the cock-sucking, but what about the other stuff? Letting them look down your blouse and up your skirt?” Tom asked. “You can tell me.”

“Yes,” I grunted as I tried to thrust my pussy so his cock would make more contact with my clit because I was soooo close to cumming.

“Do the guys look?” Tom asked as he kept running the log just inside of me. “Bet they don’t care that you got little tits, do they?”

“No.”

“What are you shaking for, Marie? Cold?” he asked as he backed up for a second.

“No.”

“If one of them homeboys ever did want you to go into the woods with them you’d go, wouldn’t you?”

“No – I don’t know,” I said as my ass made a screeching sound as I tried to slide closer to the cock I wanted – wanted despite everything.

“What do you want right now Marie?” Tom taunted me. “Tell me.”

“You know.”

“Say it.”

“Please?”

“Say it,” he chuckled as he moved closer and teased me again with his tool.

I don’t remember what I said. It might have been “fuck me” or maybe it was just babble coming from a deranged woman who couldn’t stand it any more. What I do know is whatever I yelled was accompanied by me sliding off the table and impaling myself with Tom’s cock while jumping into his arms.

Lucky for both of us that I was light and he was strong, because despite my desperate and awkward dive into the lap of a man who was standing up, he caught me while I screamed into his collarbone from being impaled by that thick cock.

It didn’t last long but it was crazy while it did. Tom bounced me on his cock as he leaned back and crouched. As for me, I held on for dear life, wrapping my arms around that furry bear as that orgasm I had been on the brink of having for what seemed like forever arrived.

The bite on his neck was an accident I think, as were the claw marks I left on his shoulders and back. I came so hard I thought I was going to faint, and after I was done I ended up being dropped onto my back on the table again.

Tom said nothing as we stayed coupled even when my back hit the metal. His eyes were glazed much like mine probably had been, but now he was not teasing me with the tip of his cock but instead he was giving it all to me.

He was not slow and gentle but hard and fast. Almost brutally hard, and then he went into another gear. There was thunder in the background – no, not thunder but the sound was the metal table slamming against the wall behind as he pounded into me while holding my thighs far apart.

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Beth was part of a group. It was called the mature women Conquest league. It was MWC for short. There were a group of older women that loved to conquer men. It could be physical conquest and physical. Any type really. You get a point for different things. You would take a picture of your conquest and put it in a personal album. It was a fun little club. She loves to conquer virgins. Taking someone virginity was worth 100 points. Doing other things to them earn you more points. Namely how much each person was broken down. She currently had 10,000 points for doing different things.

Beth was very attractive. She was black and very busty. She was 45 years old and still looked good. She kept in shaped by working out. He body was nicely tone and she had long legs. She was very proud of her plump butt. She stood at 6.2 and had big biceps. She still looked feminist with him. She was a wealthy woman.

The latest person she wanted was Chris. She all ways liked him.

He was a shy black male around 21 years old. He seems to have a youthful ness about him. He was still pretty naïve about the world. He can best be described as cute. He still had his baby face and slim build. He had a nice manner about him and a nice sense of humor. He seem quiet around people he didn’t know but mostly happy a lot of the time. She wanted him to have a good time. She knew he was still a virgin. She knew him sense he was a baby.

She saw him waiting out in a rain one day when he got locked out. His parents were away for the weekend and he couldn’t find the keys he left under the rug. Beth acutely took the keys

“Are you locked out?” She asked walking by with a raincoat. It was raining cats and dogs.

“Yes main” He said

“You can stay at my house until you figure away in. I made some cookie,” Beth said. Beth all ways knew he liked her and had fantasies about her. Sometime she would leave the window open knowing he would watch. She got to her door

“Surprise your not over a girls house” Beth said

“I don’t have a girl to go to” He said

“A big stud like you. I would of thought girls would be line up” Beth winked

He blushed then said “You think so wouldn’t you but for some reason they not attracted to guys who still live with their mom and watch star trek” He joked

“Hey you a cute kid don’t put yourself down” She said rubbing his hair

He was taken inside and told him to sit down. “I am going to get into something more fitting” She said

Beth got her self ready. The tall busty black goddess looked at herself in the mirror. She wore something that showed of her thick Ebony legs and plump butt. She thought about what she would do to young neighbor. She put her lipstick on her thick lips. She put her hair in a bonnet gaziantep escort bayan ilanları to give herself a nice grandmother look but she was far from it. She hope that soon all she would hear is the sound of the young man balls slapping her ass. She was wearing long spider net stroking and red silk robe that showed of a Red bra and panties. She Walked in the room and sat on the couch next to Chris. “Y..Your” in your undewerar the young black boy said. “You didn’t think I where me Jeans all day, it’s late baby. You should slipped into something nice sugar, in fact your clothes are wet take a bath. I will run it for you”

“I…Don’t know” Chris said

“Come on it not like I haven’t seen you naked before when you were a baby. That is an order young man in the tub” She said

Later he went in the tub and undress. He got into the tub and relax”, Then Beth walked in

“What you doing in here” He said

“Ohhh We only have one big bathroom and I really need to wash up baby” She said dropping off her clothes. Her body was amazing. She had a tattoo on her ass that said Wildchild. She smiled. She had big strong arms. He could see the curve of her glistening biceps.

Beth knelt near to the tub; her thick black boobs rested on the tub’s rim. One of the black nipples touched Chris shoulder. “Mmm, let’s get our boy nice and clean! Now big black mama will take care!” She covered her hands with soap, and her fingers started rubbing his chest.

Chris sat with open mouth, just stared at her huge tits, and could only stammer, “oh. Oh yes. Thank you

maim.” Her strong hands stroked his shoulders and arms, then went downwards over his abs. His cock was already starting to lift its head when her thumb grazed it while lathering his thighs. Then she grabbed the soap again and covered her hands with it: “Well, you remember what mommy said? Always keep your weenie clean!” She first let her hand slide down to his balls, lathering and cupping them thoroughly. His cock was now already pointing upwards out of the water, and the black woman let her fingers slide up along it, puling the skin up. “Mmh, now let auntie Beth make this dickie really shining! Ah, what a good boy you are! Now give this old black lady a kiss!” Timid and obedient, Chris lifted his head towards her, while she was now rubbing his hard cock stronger with her soapy short hand, and softly pressed his lips against her cheek. “Thank you”, he murmured.

“Hey, that’s not what I call a kiss! I will teach you how to kiss a lady!” Beth shouted. Abashed, Chris’s eyes widened as she approached his mouth with her broad red lips. While jerking him now in full swing, she planted her lips on his trembling gaziantep eskort bayan ones, then parted them with her tongue which, wet and muscles like a fish, slid into his mouth, stirring his tongue and licking all around his gums.

She Held him in her arm. His wet naked body rested against to her breast. Most of his body was in the pull as her tongue explored his twisting them together. Her arm hung timidly as she took his hand in her huge hand. She had his hand rubbing her huge nipples. She moans with pleasure. She cupped his ass. Her big hand squeezes his ass. She smiles as her tongue wet back and fourth in his mouth. He could now she her nipples trough her dress. She dropped her dress revealing a naked Chest. She held the kiss as she enters the tub. She held him and started soaping his shoulder. Her tongue never left his mouth. She twisted her tongue inside him giving him kisses. Her hand slid on his cock stroking him faster and faster

“Come baby don’t be shy let auntie make it better” She purred rubbing her young stud faster

Her gigantic soft black boobs pressed against his chest. He was breathing rapidly. Her red lace panties thinned to a thong between her sturdy things. He could feel her fleshy pussy lips rub against his thig in the soapy water. She took his hand and led it between her legs. Timidly he pushed aside the panty and felt her thick shaved cunt lips.

“Oh yeah”, her rough voice moaned into his ear, “mmh now feel the best that god has made on this earth for a guy like you! oh yeah rub it, more, stronger! aaah, this pussy is hungry, you know? Yeah, move your fingers, explore every crack, every piece of skin and flesh down there, rub all over it, yeah yeah yeah this is the hole this is it stick it in yeah one more finger into my cunthole oh yeah rub it in deep mmh good boy you learn quickly. comeon now here this is my clit yeah rub it with your wet thumb oh yeah makes me so horny guy mmh gonna be the first to feel this hard prick inside my fuckhole mmh so hard and horny yeah comeon now I´ve waited enough!”

Ann who felt Veronica´s finger rubbing her wet cunt got so horny that she bucked her whole body, a trembling climax rolled over her pale body so that her blonde hair shook over her moaning face. Veronica felt her pussy squeeze her finger in extasy.

Beth now lifted her black body slightly and straddled Chris´ cock which she still was energically jerking. Her dripping pussy was now above his bulging cockhead.

“Shhhh baby just relax. I’m going to make you feel so good. going to rock your world baby” Beth says whispering in his ear. She took his cock in her hand and start to slipped it toward her pussy

He felt his body shake as gaziantep bayan escort his dick was thrust in her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her neck and she held hold of his ass. She could feel his body shaking as her came the hardest he came in his young life. “Mmmm yes shoot that load in me.mmmm shit your really cumming and your cock still hard you little fuck you” She says kissing him. She runs his tongue deep in his mouth. His cock goes in and out of her dripping cum out of her pussy

She takes him out of the bathtub. She holds him in her strong arms. His arm and legs hang as she carries the broken boy. She lets out a hardy laugh. She lays him on the bed. She stands over him. Tears of joy run down his eyes. She licks them off and brings his chin up. “You are so cute. You know that. Like a little angle” She says

She kisses him deeply and holds him down. He let out a tiny whimper. She straddles his body. The weight nearly crushes him. She looks at him as she rides him slowly. The bed shakes as she rides him. Her pussy juice squeeze around him like a vice. She rode him like a horse. The whole bed shook as she rode the young man up and down. She knew when to stop so he could last. He came closer and closer. Just when he was to the brink she stopped. It was sweet torture.

“It ok to cry a bit honey. I know this intense” She said

She held him against the wall. The moonlight from the window glisten across her body. He cried into her breast. She held him gently rocking him. “You’re the best. I love you,” He cried out as she made love to him. She laughed and kissed him gently

“Your mind now. You know that” She said wiping his tears

He nodded knowing it was true

She kept it up and then let him cum ounce she was satisfied. He came hard inside her. She came with an explosion also. He fails on her breast. “Your not quitting now are you pet,” She said. She slipped a finger in his ass and twirled in around. Her pussy juice coated his dick and hardens it. She brought his face up

“Now baby listen. Mommy going to get real rough with you. So you going to have to just hang on,” She said

“Ok maim,” He said

She started slamming him against the wall. Her pussy milked him like a mouth. She moans dripping with sweat. The young male screamed with pleasure as her mouth ravage ever part of his body. She sucked his nipples while he was still inside her. She held him by the ass. He screamed. He was filled with intense pleasure he didn’t think was possible. “Shhhhh baby just hang on” She said “Suck my nipples baby”. He sucked it like a little baby. His tongue circled her nipple. She loved his little mouth

She kept him at it for what seem like forever. It was about two hours. When she let him cum he came like a hose over and over. He didn’t know it was possible for a man to be brought to organism that much. Her owns cum soaked the bed. She looked down at her lover. He was completing knocked out. She held up a camera and took a picture of her conquest. She places it in the photo album with the others. She was tempted to wake him up. She then decided to be nice. He was a good kid. She would enjoy him in the morning.

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Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece in his study checking the London Times for news of his various investments. Not only was he tall, with dark Byronesque good looks, but was also a very shrewd investor. He had bought into railways and steam ships when they were new and had improved his land holdings around Mayfair and Park Lane. He had opened the first multi-storey shop with food, millinery, haberdashery, men’s clothing and footwear sections. The gentry came in droves and not only because of the uniqueness of the shop and the very high quality goods, but also because Tony had handpicked the staff. Lords were waited upon by buxom and well fed young wenches who took the time to ensure that their lordships were well fitted. Ladies were looked after by tall, handsome, well educated young men who not only took great care of milady’s wishes in the store but were prepared to attend after hours to ensure a correct and therefore pleasurable fit.

Lord Anthony tossed the news sheet to one side and felt cock ‘o’ hoop. He was making huge sums of money far faster than he could spend it. He recalled with a glad smile the revels in the parlour the previous morning has he and Mrs. Forsythe, the housekeeper, had taught the god fearing Mrs. Haywood what sex was all about. By the time he had taken her between her massive tits as the final dénouement of a bout that had included her introduction to gamahuching, a lesson in the sucking of cock, and a fierce fucking, she had fainted yet again and did not respond this time to the housekeeper’s smelling salts. His staff had wiped her down, dressed her and used his lordship’s phaeton to transport her home. He supposed she would have lasted a bit longer if Mrs. Forsythe had not sat on her face and near drowned her with her downpourings. God, she was a horny vixen, that housekeeper of his. And to look at her, one would swear she should be running a home for unwanted lepers.

These pleasant ruminations were interrupted by Johnston, his Lordship’s butler. “Morning my lord. I trust you had a pleasant night. I most certainly did. That young James has become most talented with his …..” He stuttered to a halt as he observed Lord Tony’s hard stare.

“Johnston, you strange queer fellow. I do not wish to hear the details of your sordid liaisons with the boot boy. Just tell me when you have worn him out so that I can pay him off and replace him. You cost me a fortune and I seriously don’t know why I put up with you. It certainly is not for your manners. In fact, with the extremely efficient, not to mention extremely raunchy Mrs. Forsythe running the house and overseeing Beechwood as well, there can be no reason to keep you, is there?”

“Sire, as you well know, I am in charge of your grooming and that is most important for gentlemen. I am proud to know that you are highly regarded as the best dressed lord in town. So there, send me off if you care to, but you will find none better.”

“Perhaps you are right, Johnston, but keep your sordid little love life out of my sight and sound. Did you wish to announce anybody? I am quite sure I heard carriage wheels in the driveway.”

“Er, yes my lord. It is Lady Eliza Montgomery and her daughter Carolyne.”

“Well show them in, you ineffectual ponce. You do try me, you know.”

Minutes later, Lady Montgomery and her daughter were ushered into his Lordship’s presence, gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları the mother grinning like a Cheshire cat recalling the poking she had got from him a few nights before, and the daughter gaping with open mouth at the astonishingly good looking Lord Millwood. Both curtseyed and allowed him to kiss the knuckles of their kid gloves.

“Lord Anthony Millwood of Beechwood, please allow me to introduce my daughter Carolyne….Carolyne, Lord Anthony.” Lady Montgomery was dressed in the height of fashion in a pale yellow muslin dress with a deep décolletage that shaped her abundant curves and presented plenty of cleavage to his lordship’s amused glance. She saw where his eyes were trespassing and a warm glint was revealed in her eyes. Her daughter was dark haired and not unattractive with beautiful skin and shining hazel eyes. Her figure would one day rival her mothers and although her pale green muslin was cut far less provocatively than her mater’s, it was clear she possessed breasts of significance. As usual, his lordship’s cock twitched as it smelled the prospect of a previously unexplored cuntal landscape.

“Your daughter has inherited your beauty, my dear lady. Perhaps some refreshments while you tell me the nature of this welcome visit?”

Sipping tea, Lady Eliza told Tony that her daughter had become betrothed to Sir Percival Potts. Astounded, Lord Anthony nearly choked on his tea. “Egad,” he exclaimed, that old bastard must be 25 years your senior, my dear, and hardly the sort of stud a young gal like you would need to produce heirs!”

“Indeed,” said her mother, “I was with Carolyne during a recent visit to his most sumptuous estates and took it upon myself to enquire as to his lordship’s peccadillos and was astounded to learn that although he had indulged himself from time to time with the maids and such, as one of his standing does, no issue had been forthcoming. Those amorous dallyings, such as they were, had decreased over the last five years. It would appear the Sir Percy is not up to snuff in the breeding department. Certainly, he is not the stud that you are Tony.”

Tony fixed Carolyne with a measured glare. “Tell me miss, have you had the pleasure of carnal knowledge with Potts?”

“Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Only days ago.” She blushed. “Mama told me to ensure the old codger was smitten and immediately after a very short and unsatisfactory bout, he did propose.” Her charming cheeks dimpled. “I did of course play the virgin, and quite well if I say so.”

“So, you were no virgin then, my dear?”

“Oh no, sir. A certain coachman had taken care of that inconvenience some time before that.”

“John the coach, you little slut!?!” exclaimed her mother with righteous indignation. “That sneak!! He swore I was the only one receiving his favours. Is your liaison still going on? Well?”

“No, no mama. I put a stop to it once I became betrothed.”

“Enough ladies, enough. You can sort out your arrangements another time. Now tell me the reason for the visit,” growled Lord Millhaven.

Carolyne looked nervously at her mother before responding. “I informed mama of Sir Percy’s complete inadequacy as a lover and she told me what she had found out. To secure my fortune, I must produce an heir, and mama told me she knew just the man to do the gaziantep escort bayan telefonları deed.” She looked at the astoundingly handsome Lord Anthony and her eyes strayed to the ominous bulge in his trousers. “You, sir, if you would be so kind.”

Tony glared at Lady Eliza. “I am no stud for hire, madam. How dare you!”

“I thought that as a friend of your mother’s, you would oblige, Lord Anthony. And after our dalliance the other night, I can assure you I know of no better man that would most assuredly achieve a belly full of arms and legs in my daughter. And aristocratic arms and legs to be sure. It is a known fact that you have a household full of pregnant young girls and babies galore both here and at Beechwood as evidence of your potency.” Lady Eliza turned to her daughter. “Show his Lordship your boobies gell. He has a fondness for titties, does young Tony.”

Tony watched bemused as Carolyne got her breasts out of her dress with surprising alacrity and his eyes narrowed as he took in their firm fleshed magnificence. They jutted out from her body, milk white and capped with the large crinkled nubbins of her teats. She had baby feeders of impeccable quality. Instantly, his semi hard prick snaked down his thigh and became incredibly uncomfortable. “My god, what a pair of beauties, my dear. Bring them here so that I may examine them in more detail. Mmmph, mmmph, and you suckle nicely – mmmph, slurp, mmph. That’s got your nipples standing nicely.” Tony returned to his entirely pleasurable task of sucking her teats while massaging and rolling her big firm globes in his large hands. He felt a movement at his loins and looking down was unsurprised to see Lady Eliza fish out his tumescent cock and engulf it in her hot mouth. He returned to his reverence of her daughter’s magnificent titties.

“Let us be comfortable, dear ladies. Over to the chaise lounge with you and both of you naked.”

“Lord Anthony, I protest. I’ve not ever been naked in front of my daughter.”

“Hush Eliza and do as you are bid. To ensure reproduction, I will need the inspiration of your voluptuously sexy body. Now get on with it as I’m eager to consummate our agreement with your very fine daughter.”

Within minutes all three were naked. Carolyne gasped at the sight of the incredibly handsome and well set up Lord Millhaven and in particular at his regal sceptre standing proud against his muscular belly. All other dalliances (and there were more than she had let on) paled in comparison. She felt the lips of her treasure furl open and begin emitting a heavy dew in recognition of the ages old anticipation of sex.

“On the chaise, both of you,” growled his lordship, his prick lurching. “Lean back and hold your knees. I will gamahuche you to ensure readiness for what is about to take place.” He dropped to his knees in front of the daughter and was pleased to see the open petals of her cunt glistening in the morning sun and shedding small rivulets of girl juice onto his pristine chaise. He ran the flat of his tongue from her perineum up to the swollen hood and was unsurprised when a pea sized clitoris leapt out to greet his caress. Using the fingers of his right hand, he foraged in the forest of her mama’s mons and found her gaping wet crack with ease. He thrust an arrogant finger straight in, turned it upside down gaziantep escort bayan videoları and found the round firm mound that he knew from experience would have her cumming like a runaway horse. At the same time, he drove his rigid tongue into the depths of the panting, lusting girl in front of him and revelled in the tightness of her musky twat.

Knowing she was more than ready, he leaned back and grasped his bursting prick with his unoccupied hand and notched into her welcoming lips. As with a nervous horse, he rasped, “Steady girl,” and flexed his hips to drive almost all of his steel-like cock into her turgid depths. Carolyne let go of her thighs in shock at the intrusion and nearly fainted. “Hold your thighs apart, dear girl, I want no hindrance.” Slowly he thrust in and out of the curvaceous girl and matched the cadence with two fingers in and out of the dripping depths of her mother. Finally, his hairy balls rested on her daughter’s delightfully upturned arse cheeks and he stayed himself determined to make this most enjoyable bout last longer. Meanwhile, her mother was cumming all over his fingers moaning in unison with her daughter and adding to her enjoyment by pinching and pulling her big rubbery nipples.

Suddenly, Tony began rapidly driving his spear into the panting moaning daughter until he threw back his head in joyous agony and unloaded his potent sperm right where it ensured insemination. Carolyne had the climax of her young life and swooned dead away while Tony enjoyed the spasmodic convulsions of her cunt upon his still rigid cock. Pulling his fingers from her mother, he pulled her up and laid her on top of her comatose daughter and positioned her so that the two hairy gaping pussies were adjacent. This time he drove his rejuvenated cock into the fiery depths of the Lady Eliza grabbing hold of her shaking melons to hold her steady. A second plunge was anointed by her copious emission as she moaned her approval.

“Tony, you are the most depraved beast, you really are. Fucking the mother on top of her daughter after you’ve just fucked her. Is her cunny tighter than mine?”

“Eliza, they are different. Take that, and that you gorgeous shag you. Hers is tighter of course but yours is no less enjoyable and I can feel you cumming over and over. God your tits are wonderful. I’d fuck ’em but I’m going to deposit another load of spunk in your daughter, after all, that’s what you wanted. Here I go.” So saying, he pulled his cock from the hot clinging depths of the mother and drove it deep into her daughter, and pulling hard on her mother’s teats, groaned loudly as he splashed his fertile seed into the semi comatose girl who moaned as she felt the hot sperm deep inside her. When his cock stopped pulsing its load, he knelt back and was amused when Eliza struggled off her daughter and plunged her hot mouth over his dripping prick to slurp up the final remnants of his discharge. He writhed in joyous agony as her agile tongue laved his helmet to seek out every vestige of his emission.

As his cock deflated, she leapt up and urged his lordship to help get her daughter’s feet up on the chaise end to ensure that every drop of his regal sperm remained within her flooded cunt.

“Thank you, Lord Millhaven. If that hasn’t got her with child I would be amazed. Ask anything of me and I will grant your every wish. In fact, why don’t I organise an at home tomorrow and introduce a number of ladies of my acquaintance all of whom have the very attributes you find so desirable. You would be amazed at how many ladies are in need of your very fine attentions. I’m sure you will find the experience to be exceedingly interesting. Two of the clock, then?” He nodded, smiling to himself and was unsurprised when she reached down for his cock. “Do you think this will stand another bout, you beast of a man?”

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*Author’s note: Insecurities seem trivial, and many are. Sometimes though, an insecurity is based on something real and gets so deeply internalized, it becomes a part of us, and occasionally, it can be debilitating. It could be anything from a lazy eye to unsightly teeth to morbid obesity to something as horrific as severe facial burns. Or it could be something unseen and even more personal.

Once that happens, it takes a special kind of person to help someone with a serious issue get beyond it. Of course, that special person has to want to deal with it, but if he or she does, it can completely turn the other person’s life around.

Jordan Hanson is so good looking and outwardly confident that no one can imagine him living with an insecurity that has nearly ruined his life. Shay Henderson-Marino is the kind of special person who shows him how loves conquers all.

*****

“So I hear your ex is getting married. You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Sure. It’s fine. I’m actually happy for him,” her best friend said.

“You’re a saint, Shay. I was ready to kill my ex when he told me he was getting married again.”

“As a police officer, killing him wouldn’t have been hard to do, but as a police officer you probably wouldn’t enjoy prison all that much.”

Her lifelong friend laughed and told her she was right.

“Cops don’t do well in prison. Or…former cops, rather.”

Her best friend, Stacey Thompson, was now a lieutenant in their still reasonably-small town of Lebanon, Pennsylvania. She’d worked her way up from patrolman to sergeant, and as of a year ago, she was now the number three person in the department.

The senior police officer smiled then said, “If you’re okay with it then I suppose that’s fine.”

“Besides,” her friend said, “I’ve got something kind of nice going on, remember?”

“Oh, right. With the youth pastor.” Stacey asked as she recalled the name of the new youth pastor at one of the local churches. She smiled when she thought about how the actual pastor was maybe 35, if that, while this youth pastor was closer to 50.

“Yes. With Ted. He’s a really nice guy, you know? And he’s pretty good looking which never hurts.”

“No, it doesn’t. And nice is…okay,” Stacey replied without much conviction.

“But?”

“Well, I don’t know. If you’re just kind of dating and it isn’t serious, then nice really is fine. But do you want to get serious with someone who doesn’t make your heart go pitter-patter?”

“Stacey, I’m 46. I have a 17-old daughter. I work a in flower shop and barely get by. Ted provides a kind of…anchor. He’s the stability I need right now.”

“You don’t have to convince me, Shay. If it works for you, great. And I’m the same age you are, so there’s no need to remind me about that. Lord knows the mirror does enough of that every morning.”

“Hey. Stop that! You look great,” Shay said supportively.

“Ha! I look…nice. I look…okay—for my age,” Stacey replied. “You, on the other hand. You…make me sick!”

Both of them laughed, but both of them knew she was right. Shay Marino, who was in the process of changing her name back to Henderson, was unreasonably attractive for a woman their age.

Stacey couldn’t hold it against her. It was largely the luck of the draw along with a lot of dieting and hard work on Shay’s part. Both of them had had a child, but Shay was back in a size four a year later while Stacey still battled her weight and was thrilled to get into a ten—on occasion.

And it wasn’t just her figure. Shay had thick, gorgeous, dark hair that didn’t have a single strand of gray in it. And she could and still did wear it to her shoulders. Stacey had given up and cut hers above her ears not long after her ex announced he was leaving. Adding insult to injury, Shay still had soft, smooth, wrinkle-free skin while Stacey battled laugh lines, crow’s feet, turkey neck, flabby underarms, cellulite, and everything else most women their age dealt with and hated.

Most women. Shay wasn’t one of them.

Again, it was no one’s fault. Shay had the genes and because she also worked very hard at it, she also had—the jeans. Tiny, size-four jeans that showed off her tight, round tushy in a way that always drew looks from men half her age.

Once they stopped laughing Stacey said, “Question. Why don’t you renew your real estate license and get back into the business? I know how much you love your job, but as you just said, you’re barely getting by. The market’s on fire, and you could make a lot more money.”

“I know. You’re absolutely right. It’s just that I got so spoiled being able to work a fun job I enjoy that the thought of going back to something more demanding—and stressful—is hard to imagine. But the extra money would be nice.”

“Well, think about it, okay? Maybe just give it a little consideration in your spare time.”

“I will,” Shay promised before saying, “And I’m really glad you stopped by. We don’t see each other often enough.”

“I know. It’s just so hard with work. When I get off all I want to do is go home gaziantep escort bayan reklamları and have a glass of wine and zone out.”

Stacey laughed then said, “Maybe that’s why my butt hasn’t looked like yours since before we had kids.”

“Your butt is just fine,” Shay told her. “In fact, how are things going with that detective of yours?”

“They’re not,” Stacey told her. “It’s just too hard, you know? He works for me, and a woman giving orders to a man she’s dating, is a big ‘no-go’.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. He’s kind of cute. A little young, but very nice looking.”

“Well, maybe you could give it a whirl. He’s not that young.”

Shay looked at her friend who immediately understood why and said, “Oh, right. Sorry. Pastor Ted. You really are a saint.”

Stacey hesitated, then decided to ask because best friends could ask anything.

“With him being a man of God and all, do you guys ever…you know…”

Shay laughed then said, “No. Never. But it’s way too early for that anyway.”

“Six weeks is too early? Really?”

Shay stopped and thought about it for a second then replied.

“It’s not that I’m not ready. It’s just…complicated.”

“By his job title,” Stacey said without judgment. “How long’s it been?”

“Don’t ask,” Shay said with a shake of her head. “Okay, maybe a week or so before I found out about Carmen.”

“Ah, yes. Carmen. The other woman. The soon-to-be new Mrs. Marino.”

“Yes. That Carmen.”

“So it’s been a very, very long time.”

Shay laughed again then said, “I’ve worn out two vibrators since he left. And my third is getting the workout of a lifetime.”

“Oh, I get it. Then again, I’m actually…getting it. Just not very often. In fact, I was feeling really bad for myself before I talked to you,” Stacey told her, trying not to laugh.

“That would be nice,” Shay admitted. “But you know what? As much as I enjoy sex, or maybe I should say, ‘As far I can remember, I used to really enjoy sex’, what I miss the most is the intimacy. The touching, the kissing, the sweet words. So while I’d love to make love, I’d much rather have all that than just the sex part.”

“Sorry, hon. I want both,” Stacey quipped.

“Slut!” Shay teased causing her friend to laugh loudly.

Shay tried not to laugh but couldn’t help it. That was just how Stacey was. She’d always been the more adventurous. She was the risk taker while Shay played it safe.

“And look where that’s gotten me,” she said to herself as she walked her friend to the door.

“Don’t be a stranger,” Shay told her again as they hugged goodbye.

“I won’t. And I know you’re dating Ted, but well, don’t you be afraid to take a risk every once in a while, okay?” Stacey said, blowing Shay’s mind with the timing of her using the words ‘risk taking’.

“You know that’s not my style,” Shay said with a sense of resignation.

“It could be. Just try and stay open to new possibilities, okay? You’re not married or engaged, so don’t close yourself off to other…ideas. Like real estate or…sex.”

“Sure,” Shay said as positively as she could just to pacify her friend.

Deep down she knew Stacey was right. The problem was doing something about it. Shay was very risk-averse, and the thought of taking risks often made her physically nauseous. And yet the thought of going another six months or even a year or longer without any kind of intimacy seemed even worse.

“Take care, Shay Butter,” Stacey said using her favorite play on words for ‘shea butter’. “Love you, girl.”

“Love you, too, Stace,” Shay said, shortening her friend’s name.

“Tell Pastor Ted I said ‘hi’, okay?”

“Will do!” Shay called out as Stacey disappeared down the sidewalk.

As she closed the door it became painfully obvious something had to change. Shay knew that wasn’t going to include making love with Ted anytime soon. In fact, she was pretty sure that meant not doing anything before they were legally married. As odd as she found that in today’s world, she had to admit she respected him for his values. The problem was that his values did very little to scratch the itch that was driving her crazy. But were he to show her some real affection, even without sex…

Shay laughed at the thought of ‘having an affair’, if having sex without being married or engaged could even be considered an affair. She knew she’d never sneak around behind Ted’s back just to get the itch scratched no matter how severe it got.

No, she’d have to try and find some way to let him know she wanted more while not pressuring him to betray his values.

“Gee, that should be easy,” she said to herself as the phrase ‘trying to square a circle’ came to mind.

Shay sighed deeply as she silently wished life wasn’t so complicated just as she heard the back door open.

“Hey, Mom!” she heard her daughter call out.

“Oh, hi, honey!” Shay called back. “How was your day?”

Alexis Marino was a senior in high school and the gaziantep escort resimleri most important person in her life. She’d been friends with Stacey more twice as long as Alexis had been alive, but her daughter was still by far her best friend, just in a very different way than the police lieutenant who’d just left.

They’d always been close, but since her father informed them he’d met someone and would be moving out, Alexis had leaned on her mother more than ever before. Now she was finally coming into her own as a young woman, and Shay was more proud of her than she could put into words. Alexis was not only on the honor roll at school, she was pulling a very respectable 3.72 grade point average, and had already applied to the University of Pennsylvania or, to those from that state, U Penn, where Shay had gone a million years ago.

Alexis was not only smart, she had her mom’s looks and was extremely popular at school. Even so, she was very well-grounded and down to earth. No one would ever call her ‘boy crazy’ even though plenty of boys were crazy about her.

Alexis was a realist who was neither a big risk taker nor risk averse. She was the ‘Goldilocks’ who fell right between her mom and Stacey with a very nice balance between playing it safe and going for the brass ring when an opportunity presented itself. Her mom often envied her daughter for that, but mostly she was just plain proud of her.

“It was really good. I aced my chemistry test, and I just took a math test today I think I did really well on. How was yours?” Alexis said.

“Good. Stacey just left, and she was kind of pushing me to renew my real estate license.”

“And?” her daughter asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll give it some thought,” her mom said. “We could really use the money, although it might take a while to get a steady income stream established.”

“So sell real-estate part time for a while until you do,” her daughter said in that way that made Shay think Alexis was closer to her age than seventeen.

“Hmmm. And yet another good idea from my favorite person in the whole world,” her mom told her with a smile.

“It’s up to you, of course. I’ll support you either way,” her daughter said cheerfully.

“You always do,” her mom replied.

“Like with Pastor Ted?” Alexis asked.

She wasn’t smiling this time, and Shay knew that’s because she thought her mom was settling. It wasn’t so much the religious aspect as it was that Alexis knew Ted wasn’t a passionate man. Alexis was keenly aware he was her mom’s ‘safety net’ who’d come along at just the right time. Her mother was loyal to a fault, and because Ted had been there at the lowest point in her life, she felt like she was…obligated…to be there for him.

Alexis had never seen them kiss or even hold hands, and the only time she’d asked her mom about, she’d gotten a defensive answer in response.

“We don’t have to be all lovey-dovey in public,” her mom had replied, even though Alexis was primarily referring to the time they spent at home in private.

She’d seen Ted put his arm around her mom while they watched a movie once, but that was it. And while she’d never even think about asking about things that were even more private, Alexis was certain nothing ‘more private’ ever went on. That wasn’t her business, but wanting to see her mom happy was, and Alexis had this sixth sense about her and this was one of those times she was using it.

Alexis’s reference to Ted out of the blue both surprised and kind of hurt her. She didn’t want the hurt to show, but she was terrible at hiding things and knew Alexis had seen it on her face.

“Mom? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” her daughter said almost immediately.

“No, it’s okay, honey. Again, I have to admit you’re right. You’ve been nothing but supportive, and I know you’re not wild about him.”

“I like him just fine, Mom. He’s a good, decent man. And although I don’t look at men that age the way you do, he’s not all that bad looking. I guess some would even say he’s handsome. It’s just that there’s no…spark…between you. Or at least not that I can see.”

“We have…spark,” her mom said, again in that defensive way.

Rather than argue the point, Alexis smiled and said, “Okay. Um…I’m gonna go upstairs and study.”

“Is that all you ever do is study?” her mom asked.

“No, but it’s all I’m going to tell my mom I do,” Alexis said with a bit of a devious smile.

“Uh-huh. I see. So did someone get asked to the senior prom today? Someone who didn’t tell her best friend?”

“Maybe,” her daughter said somewhat coyly.

“Was it Bryce?” her mom asked hopefully.

“Maybe,” Alexis said with the same kind of look.

“It was, wasn’t it? Bryce asked you to the prom, didn’t he?”

It was pretty obvious to Alexis that her mom was asking almost as much for herself as for her daughter, and that was yet another telltale sign there wasn’t any spark in her relationship with Pastor Ted.

“Ummm…YES!!” gaziantep escort bayan sitesi Alexis finally admitted as a huge smile broke on her very pretty face.

“Oh, my gosh! Honey, I am SO happy for you!” her mom said as she hugged her.

“Thanks, Mom. I’m pretty happy about it myself.”

“You deserve this so much, Lexi-Lex,” her mom said as she kept her hands on her daughter’s shoulders.

Deciding to take a small risk, Alexis said, “You deserve to be happy, too, Mom.”

Shay slowly lowered her hands, broke eye contact with her daughter, then said in a very unconvincing tone of voice, “I’m…happy.”

Alexis sighed then said, “Okay. I’ll drop it.”

Over the next month, Shay continued seeing Ted, who’d finally kissed her goodnight after spending most of the evening with her. Alexis wasn’t there to see it, and Shay wondered if he’d have kissed her if she had been home.

“I’ve been waiting for the right time to do that,” he told her after the very brief kiss.

It had taken him just over ten weeks to finally kiss her goodnight, and even that brief amount of physical contact had stirred her passions to the point where she thought she might go crazy if she couldn’t satisfy them. But rather than kiss him back, Shay stood there and told him it had been very…nice.

She knew Ted was a widower who’d only ever been with his wife while she’d only been with one man other than her ex-husband. And while Ted wasn’t a hardcore fundamentalist, she also knew he was firmly opposed to sex outside of marriage. Evidently, anything more than kissing was also forbidden.

When he left, Shay made a decision. It was unrelated to her growing physical needs, but it was one she felt was a step in the right direction. Or at least in what she hoped would be a positive direction. The following day she looked into renewing her real estate license and once she knew what she needed to do, she made a plan to do it.

She reread the applicable paragraph one more time which read:

“If your license is currently inactive or expired, you have five years from the date of inactivity or expiration to reactivate your license without taking the licensing examinations. Your completed application for reactivation must be received in our office before your five year deadline. A completed application includes the reactivation fee, criminal background check, conviction documents (if applicable), and continuing education certificates.”

She would have to attend fourteen hours of Commission-approved continuing education then submit the paperwork before the end of August. She’d last been certified five years ago from the 31st of that month. It was only mid-April so she still had plenty of time to complete the training and get re-certified.

Shay didn’t tell her daughter immediately, but she did let Stacey know, and her friend couldn’t have been happier for her. She wanted to save up the good news for a special occasion, and prom night seemed like the perfect time.

When she finally shared her decision with Alexis, it was while she was getting ready to go to the prom with Bryce Owens, the most handsome senior in their high school. Her daughter was thrilled with the news and told her so.

“Thanks, honey, but this is your night. I just wanted to give you one more positive thing to focus on during what should be one of the most memorable times of your life,” her mom replied.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my mom,” Alexis told her so sincerely it made her mother tear up.

“Mom? Don’t start, okay? If you do, I’ll start, and I don’t want my makeup to be ruined before Bryce even gets here.”

“Sorry. I’m just so proud of you!” her mom said yet again.

Alexis smiled then said, “So…do you and Pastor Ted have any big plans for tonight?”

“Um, well, we’re going out to dinner. Is that big enough?” her mom said with a smile.

“Of course,” Alexis replied.

She hesitated then said, “Mom? Are you guys…serious?”

“I…I don’t think so,” her mom told her. “Why? Did Ted say something to you?”

“Well, he did mention a couple of days ago that he really likes you. I believe his exact words were, ‘I really, really like your mother’.”

“Oh. I see,” Shay said trying to hide her surprise, not sure if this new revelation was good news or the other kind.

Ted had told her he liked her before and had recently said he ‘really’ liked her. Shay had said it back, and yet, when she did, the way it made her feel had bothered her ever since. Was it possible she liked Pastor Ted, but only…liked him? Not enough to even say she really liked him? And if so, what exactly did that mean?

“Anyway, have fun tonight, okay?” Alexis said, once again making her mom feel like she was the daughter.

“You, too, sweetie,” she said, recovering from her insecurities.

Shay had that sick feeling in her stomach as her mind began to race. Was it possible Ted might do something as far-fetched as propose to her tonight? Could his comments to Alexis have been his way of feeling her out to see what her reaction might be? And yet he was so traditional, wouldn’t he have ‘asked for her mother’s hand’ before proposing?

As she went to change into a dress for their evening out, Shay’s head was swirling, and she found herself almost dreading their date, something she’d never experienced before. She was rarely excited about going out with Ted, but she’d never had this kind of feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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