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It was a little after nine by the time I pulled my scooter around behind the place and came in the back door. Angie was setting on a bar stool behind the bar with her feet kicked up watching the television. There was a man and a woman sitting at one end of the bar and a guy in the back playing a solitaire game of pool. “Looks like the place is really hopping,” I said.

“Typical week night crowd,” Angie said. “I’m thinking seriously about shutting down for the night. Three customers don’t even pay for the lights.”

“Is there anything I can do? I can help you clean up.”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s really not much to do.”

“I could really use a long hot shower,” I said. “It’s been a long day for me.”

“I could use a long hot something else,” Angie said with a wink. “I was hoping to get lucky while my kid was away. Oh well, I guess there’s still Old George.”

“Old George?”

“My trusty battery powered dildo, a girl’s best friend.”

“I’d think you’d have no trouble getting the real thing.”

“There’s no lack of volunteers around here, but sometime I just don’t want to deal with what the real thing is attached to.”

“I know what you mean.”

While Angie cleaned up behind the bar I took a bar towel and started cleaning off the tables and picking up the empty glasses and pitchers. By the time we were done, the stragglers got the hint and left so we could lock up. Once we were back in Angie’s cabin, she said, “You go ahead and take the first shower. Try and save me some hot water.”

“Why don’t we just shower together? It’ll save hot water.”

“I…ah, well, it sounds like fun,” she said as her eyes traveled down my body. “It’s just that I’ve never, you know…”

“Gotten naked with another girl? Don’t worry, I’m not a lesbian or anything. I’m just thinking that if the two of us showered at the same time, we could both stay in the hot water twice as long.”

“That sure makes sense. Let’s make the shower real hot.”

Even though it was nearly summer, the mountain air still had a little chill to it and I was glad to see Angie flick on the little wall mounted heater in the bathroom before she started stripping off her clothes. While she adjusted the water temperature in the shower, I peeled off my jeans, vest and top and piled them neatly on top of the little vanity next to the sink.

I was not the least bit disappointed when Angie took off the last of her clothes. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest with only a slight droop that showed that they’d been lovingly used for the purpose nature had intended. When she turned around to fine-tune the water temperature, she furnished me a fine view of her wonderfully pear shaped ass, firm thighs and the delicious looking gap between them.

Angie stepped into the hot spray of water and held the door open for me to join her in the tiny box shower. “You’ve got the kind of body you only see in magazines,” she said. “It’s hard to believe that such a tiny thing can kick ass like you do.”

“I’m a professional,” I said as I took my turn under the spray of water. “It’s taken more years of training than you can imagine to be able to take care of myself that way.”

“And you’re just totally sexy to boot.”

“That works to my advantage. Most men feel that a sexy little girl bursa escort like me is defenseless and either needs protecting or will be easy prey.”

“Having you around sure makes me feel protected,” Angie said as she soaped up a wash cloth. “Turn around and I’ll do your back.”

It felt great having Angie’s strong hands working the wash cloth over my back, shoulders and arms. I let out a little moan of pleasure as my tired muscles relaxed under her manipulations. “God, that feels good,” I said.

“You know, I’ve never felt any attraction towards other women,” Angie said. “Never even thought about it really, but there’s something about you that kinda turns me on.”

“My Master seemed to think that I was a great warrior in a previous life and have many masculine traits. I love a good hard dick as much as the next girl, but I’m not against taking pleasure where I find it. I’ve found that nobody can eat a pussy better than someone who has one of her own.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way. The same thing should apply to guys about sucking dicks.”

“A great thing about being a woman is if we make love with each other, it’s considered `sisterly.’ When guys do it, it’s being queer. It seems to offend their `machismo,'” I said as I turned around in the cramped shower and took the wash cloth from her and started washing her shoulders, arms and down her front with it.

“You’re making me horny just talking about it,” Angie said.

“Shit! Talk about horny. I spent most of the day on my little Harley having my pussy vibrated. A three way with you and `George’ is sounding real good right now.” I worked the soapy cloth over her luscious tits then massaged them with my bare hands causing her nipples to pucker up and distend into thimble sized knots of sensitive flesh.

Angie pulled me to her, the soap on our bodies acting as a lubricant as our skin made contact. We tentatively kissed under the hot spray of water and as our lips met again, they were more urgent and open so that our tongues could meet. “You have a body made for giving pleasure,” Angie breathed into the crook of my neck as her hands stroked down my torso. “I’ve never done this sort of thing with another woman. It feels so exquisite.” Her hand moved over my hip then slowly down my lower abdomen to cup the mound of my pussy.

A gasp escaped my mouth when I felt her finger slip into my cleft and stroke between the swollen labia. My pussy had been twitching all day and all it took was a couple of light strokes over my clit to bring me to a shuddering climax. “You do that so well,” I said as I filled my hands with her generous breasts and lowered my mouth to take her inviting nipples between my teeth. I sucked and nibbled one thimble-sized nipple, then the other, enjoying the resilient flesh in my mouth. Angie moaned and pressed herself into my oral caress. I retrieved the wash cloth and continued scrubbing her curvaceous body with it, over her butt, down the back of her legs and as I moved around behind her I worked it over her tits, squeezing and massaging them in the manner that I knew felt so good. I pressed myself against her back as I reached around her and maneuvered the wash cloth down her abdomen and worked the lather into her thick muff. As I kissed and nibbled the sensitive spots of her neck, I ran my bursa escort bayan fingers between her swollen labia and found the little penis like protrusion of her clitoris.

I couldn’t believe how big it was! From where it protruded from its protective hood it must have stood out nearly an inch and was at least a half-inch around. It was just like a tiny cock and I wanted to suck it!

Angie was already moaning and cooing from my fondling and when she turned around in my arms to face me, her face showed a state of bliss. I knelt down in the cramped shower, kissing a trail down her abdomen through the rivulets of water and nuzzled into her bush. Running my hands up her inner thighs to spread them, I found the glorious knob of dark pink clit flesh with the tip of my tongue. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her pelvis into my face so that I could suck that marvelous nodule between my lips.

I couldn’t imagine how sensitive a clitoris that size could be but it felt so marvelous in my mouth as I stroked my tongue over it. Angie let out a long low moan as her legs buckled slightly and her body began to quiver. She held my head to her as I slobbered over her slippery crease. “Oh yes, there! Like that,” she gasped. “OH Yeah! Ohmygawd! Oh… My… Yesss… GOD! OH!” she screamed as she folded down onto the shower floor with me, her body convulsing in the throes of orgasm.

We worked our way back to our feet and Angie leaned against the wall of the shower stall. “Oh may-an,” she sighed, “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. You sure do know how to get a girl off.” She put her arms around me and when our lips met, her kiss no longer held any reservation. It was hot and passionate and filled with urgency. When our lips finally parted, she whispered, “Let’s finish up here and take this little passion play to the bedroom where there’s some room.”

We dried each other off with a couple of big fluffy beach towels and as we stepped out of the steamy warmth of the bathroom, Angie took me by the hand and we made a run to her bedroom. By the time she pulled down the covers on her antique iron bed, the chill mountain air of the cabin had my nipples puckered up into hard little knots. Angie dove in under the comforter, scooted over to the far side of the bed and held the covers up for me to join her. I slid in between the cold sheets and snuggled right up next to her warm, lush body.

I had thought at first that I would have to take the initiative in seducing Angie but the minute I was under the covers with her, her lips were on mine and her hands were doing wonderful things with my tits. My hardened nipples must have been a fascination to her by the way she massaged the resilient flesh and rolled the stiffened nubs between her fingers. I had no complaints as her manipulations sent jolts of erotic energy straight to my pussy. Her leg pressed between my thighs and I could feel the firmness of her upper thigh against my vulva.

In no time at all, it began to get hot under the covers as Angie’s hands were all over me in the most pleasurable manner. Her hot, wet kisses fueled my passion beyond the point of no return and soon I was letting out little moans of pleasure. I reached down and cupped her muff in my hand as I pressed a finger into her steamy crease. Parting the moist escort bursa petals, I was able to feel her mega clit against the palm of my hand as I dipped two fingers into the hot dripping opening of her sex. Angie gasped for breath and I could feel a ripple pass through her body as my fingers wiggled up inside of her. After just a few seconds, she clasped her thighs tightly down on my hand as her body undulated, signifying her release, and I could feel a gush of renewed wetness flood her pussy. When she could no longer stand the exquisite stimulation, she pulled my hand up and held me tight until her spasms subsided. “God! You sure know how to get a girl off,” she said.

“I get plenty of practice on myself,” I told her.

“I can’t believe I’m so turned on to you. It’s like I’m responding to you like you were a dude. I almost expect you to stick a dick in me.”

“Where’s George? I could do that if you like.”

Angie enthusiastically pulled the vinyl device out of her nightstand drawer and handed it to me. It was not as sophisticated as the one Rebecca Longport had but it looked like it could get the job done. The thing looked to be about ten inches long with a bulbous cock head, stimulation nubs at the base and thick veins all along the shaft. I twisted the control knob at its base and was rewarded by the sound of a deep hum. I reached down and ran the tip of it along my cunt slit and the vibrations curled my toes.

“This is going to be fun,” I said as I knelt between Angie’s thighs. I pressed the base of the dildo long ways against my pussy and held it tight between my legs so that it stuck out in front of me like as if I had a hard dick. “How’s this look?”

“Looks like you have a dick,” Angie said, drawing her knees up and spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers. “Fuck me with it.”

The vibrations sent a delicious tickle from the pit of my stomach to my asshole as I lowered myself down and pressed the head of the dildo between Angie’s pouting pussy lips. I held myself up slightly as Angie reached down and positioned the bulbous head at the entrance of her waiting orifice. Then, holding the base of the dildo firmly between my thighs, I slowly pushed my hips forward and slid it into her slippery aperture. Angie let a low moan as the vibrating vinyl shaft disappeared between her sopping pussy lips. She raised her legs and pressed her heels into my butt as I pulled back slightly and plunged the shaft into her again and again in a most male fashion.

As I fucked Angie for all I was worth, holding the buzzing machine tightly between my legs against my pussy, the little nubbins on its base were sending the most incredible sensations right to my clitoris. Angie let out several loud gasps and a long “Oooooh!” as her climax took over her consciousness. Just about that time the buzzing monster pressed against my pussy lips was sending me over the top in spasms of orgasmic fury right along with her. Somewhere along the way, I lost my grip of the dildo and it slipped out of Angie’s snatch as we were gripped in the throes of our orgasms.

We held on to each other until we could catch our breaths, kissing all the while. “The one thing I miss when I use `Old George’ is that I have no one to kiss and hold on to when I come,” Angie said. “With you here it was perfect. I may never go back to men again.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I said. “There’s something about the way they smell and their hard bodies that’s just irresistible.”

“Yeah I know. And I’m such a sucker for their bullshit.”

“Gawd, aren’t we all?”

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It was the spring of ’99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world.

We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chicks on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumour going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked.

I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I like it? Not really. I loved it when he fondled me, but when it came to actually Cumming, it never happened. I just chalked it up to the fact that none of my friends who had sex with their boyfriends had come either. High School is frustrating enough, now this? So, here I am, looking at the chicks on my team and wondering if I’m twisted for getting wet over their bodies.

That’s when Claire approached me. We were almost alone in the locker room. I had taken my sweet time again and she noticed. She waited for the last of the girls to leave the showers and looked bursa escort right at me. “I noticed you checking me out, Sammy.” Oh my god, someone knew. I just about tripped over myself trying to come up with an excuse or something. She laughed, and raised her hand up to my shoulder. She saw the desperation in my face. “Calm down hon. I ain’t gonna say anything. I know you’ve heard the rumours about me.” I simply nodded. “They’re true, Sammy. I’m a lesbian.” Lesbian rolled off her tongue smoothly, and made me feel somewhat better. She took my hand in hers and brought her naked wet body closer to mine.

I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to fight it. She pressed her lips against mine softy. Both of us were nervous and shaking slightly. The first kiss was awkward to say the least. She leaned back and told me to relax as her eyes smiled into mine. I looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine. I felt the twinge of excitement flutter through me again as she kissed me. Her lips were soft. I closed my eyes and she let her tongue slip from between her lips and into my mouth. She probed gently around my mouth and coaxed my nervousness out of me. Before I knew it our tongues were dancing and our bodies were pressed completely together.

She led me to the side of the showers where there escort bursa were some benches behind cheap dark blue shower curtains, for the girls who were shy. She urged me to sit down on the bench. As I moved down she moved with me. She knelt in front of me as I sat on the bench. She reached up and turned on the shower, the warm water cascading down my body and splashing onto her chest.

I simply watched as she spread my legs apart and she scooted closer to me. I could feel her nipples rubbing against my inner thighs. God I was horny! She kissed her way down my neck and paused to suck on my breasts. Her mouth felt so good around my nipples. I moaned. “Shhhhh!” She giggled and returned her attention to my body. My heart was racing as she slowly moved closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation.

Finally she slipped her tongue in between my lips, lightly grazing my clit. I gasped. The waves of pleasure she sent through my body with that one move nearly made me cum right then. I had been waiting for this my whole teenage years! With her right hand she spread my lips and hair. She looked up at me and smiled as she lowered her face back to my pussy. As her tongue met my clit full bore I leaned back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe how good that felt. She flicked her tongue around bursa escort bayan my clit like a snake, and in and out of my tight hole.

I couldn’t hold on much longer. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face deeper into my aching pussy. I was so close. And then she moaned. The explosion rocked my body. My entire body tensed up, my thighs squeezed tightly around her head as her tongue continued to fuck me. The moan that escaped my body filled the entire locker room and probably was heard in the gym. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as my back arched. My breathing came in gasps. Her tongue was relentless and didn’t stop. She kept me Cumming, my body writhing in pleasure, her hands on my hips holding me firmly in place.

Once my body went limp she let my climax subside. She smiled up at me as she kissed her way back up my body, making sure to nibble and suck my breasts again. My body shuddered as I felt her tongue roll each nipple around in her mouth. It was one thing to bring your self to climax; it’s a completely different thing to have someone else do it. I was totally breathless as she brought her mouth to mine. I could smell myself on her, as she got closer. When she slipped her tongue in my mouth I tasted myself for the first time. I was sweet and light. I loved it. She deepened the kiss and I moved to kiss down her neck.

“What’s going on in here!?!” hollered our coach. “Let’s finish this another time Sammy, before coach blows his top.” We hurried to get dressed and made up some excuse about feminine problems. He pretty much left us alone.

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It’s very early when Pete crawls into bed. Close to 4 am on Sunday. Vivien and I didn’t talk all day Saturday after she left while I was still sleeping. I had to wash the sheets, pillow cases, my clothes… her scent was everywhere. My mind keeps taking me to a place that I don’t want to go.

Her hands on my thighs. Her tongue between my thighs.

No. I have to snap myself out of this. Pete drapes and arm over me gently and kisses my head, trying not to wake me. A feeling in the pit of my stomach gnaws at me and I want to spring out of bed and tell him what happened. I want to tell him that Vivien made me come over and over again. I want to tell him that if he wants to leave me I’ll understand.

Thankfully, my body obeys my command and does not move.

I wake up to the sun shining through the curtains. Pete is sound asleep and I sneak out of bed. I put on a pot of coffee and my phone beeps from across the room. My heart stills. I can hear it beating in my ears, so I know it hasn’t stopped completely. I walk gingerly over to my phone as if I’m sneaking up on it.

I nearly collapse when I see that it’s a text from my dear from, Kim. Kim and I met over 10 years ago and we were instantly best buds.

“Call me when you can.”

I pick up the phone and dial right away.

“Hey!” her sunny voice beams through the phone at me.

“Hey, you. Just got your text. What’s up, love?”

“Well, I was hoping that since I haven’t seen you in FOREVER that you could get lunch with me today. I’ll be down by you anyway for rehearsal around 11, but I’m free after noon,” she sounds hopeful.

“I would love that. Call me when you’re out of rehearsal.”

We hang up and for the first time since Vivien left I feel a giant sense of relief. I’m pouring coffee into a comically large mug when Pete stumbles into the kitchen. He smiles his gorgeous smile at me and nearly throws himself at me.

“I missed you! I barely heard from you, too. You must’ve been some busy lady,” he says into my hair.

“I’m sorry, darling. I am so happy that you’re home,” I take his face into my hands and I’m suddenly wearing a scarlet letter. I can feel my face turning bright red and I glance at the couch where Vivien made me come so hard that I had to clean my own juices off the leather and the oak beneath where I sat.

“Are you OK?” he gazes at me.

I blink hard and look back at him, “Fine, why?”

“You just seem a little distracted I guess,” his brow is furrowed.

“I’m just thinking about work stuff. That’s all. I’m sorry. Shall I pour you some coffee?” I turn around so that I don’t have to look at him anymore and pour him a cup.

Pete and I sit on the couch and he tells me that the publisher loves his stuff and wants to work out a deal. Pete tells me that he’s got to go back to New York from Monday morning until Friday afternoon or so. I tell him that I’m sad he’s going, but I’m also scared to be left alone now.

What if Vivien wants to come over and do it again? The thought brings that familiar warmth between my legs and I cross them. Pete starts to pack so that he can leave again tomorrow and I go to meet Kim for lunch.

Over BLTs and bloody marys, Kim and I talk about everything as usual. I am disappointed when I can’t bring myself to tell her about Vivien. This girl is my best friend and has never judged me, ever. I just can’t. I glance up when I see a vivacious blonde woman strutting down the sidewalk and for a moment I am petrified.

It’s not Vivien. I tell Kim that we should get together again soon, but I know I won’t see her for awhile. She’s an opera singer. I hug her tight, proud of my opera singer friend, and make my way home.

I open my work email thinking perhaps Vivien might have emailed me at least about something work related. bursa escort Not a peep. Pete walks into the room wearing a very tight t-shirt and his skinny jeans from years ago.

“Do you think this is too revealing for my interview on Wednesday?” he poses in the doorway.

I giggle and nod emphatically. He turns to go back into the bedroom and looks back at me, “If you follow me, maybe I’ll let you take it off of me… if you can,” he smiles and walks into our room.

I want to follow him. I know what he wants from me. I just… don’t feel it. He peeks his head around the corner, “Evey? You coming?”

“I just have a lot of work emails to sort through before tomorrow,” I say and blush instantly knowing it’s a lie.

“But I’m leaving tomorrow. I won’t be back for a whole week!”

“I know… tonight, baby. OK?”

He nods and shakes his butt at me as he walks back into our room.

I am in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I find myself lost in thought. I’m half thinking about Vivien and half thinking about how to get out of what I promised Pete. Why don’t I want to have sex with him? Does one lesbian encounter make me gay?

I walk into the bedroom to see Pete sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. Problem solved. I take my phone and lay down on the couch. I close my eyes for what seems like only moments and wake up when Pete strokes my hair.

“Why are you out here?” he looks concerned.

“Oh, you were spread out all over the bed earlier and I didn’t want to wake you,” I get up off the couch and settle into bed with Pete.

He rolls over and kisses me in the dark. His hands roam underneath my shirt and down my pants. Even though I am feeling nothing in this moment aside from anxiety, I let him inside. He kisses my forehead, my neck, my breasts. He’s quiet and so am I. I can feel him slowing down.

“I don’t want to finish until you do,” he pants.

Oh, no. I can’t come. Not tonight. I’m terrified about work tomorrow. I’m scared that all I can think about in this moment is Vivien fucking me with a strap-on. It’s all too much. So I make an executive decision.

“Please, don’t stop,” I say, desperately.

He scoops an arm under my neck and cradles me while he fucks me. I give it a moment before I tell him I’m close.

He says he’s going to come and I tell him I am too. While he has a real orgasm and fills me up, I have a fake one.

When he rolls off of me, he pulls me close so my head rests on his chest. He kisses my hair and we fall asleep this way.

I kiss Pete goodbye and walk into the lobby of my building. The elevator ride is too short and my knees are shaking as I approach Vivien’s office. Vivien is wearing a silky, flowy top and a black pencil skirt that hugs her hips divinely. She is on the phone, so I walk in and sit down at my desk.

I open my computer and start my Monday morning. I hear her put the phone down.

“Good morning, Evey,” she says dryly.

“Good morning, Vivien,” I smile at her and immediately return my gaze to my computer screen.

“How was your weekend?” she says and sips her coffee.

I want to jump on top of her desk and scream. How can she be so cool about this? I worried about this all weekend! That’s how my weekend was.

“Fine, and yours?” I finally say.

“Eh, a bit boring, but fine. I’ve just saved some files to the shared folder. I need you to go through them and delete anything that’s more than five years old. Please archive the rest,” she picks up the phone and is on a call for the next hour or so.

I work through lunch, hoping that she’ll let me leave a bit early for doing so.

The week is fairly mundane compared to what I thought was going to happen. I imagined Vivien pushing me down on her desk and pulling a vibrator escort bursa from her desk drawer and making me come for her mouth. I thought she might at least grope me inappropriately at some point. Nothing.

I’m wrapping things up on Wednesday afternoon and just as I stand up to leave, Vivien does too. She smiles at me, “I’ll walk out with you.”

We walk through the revolving door into a chilly evening.

“Listen, Evey…”

I freeze. This is it. We’re finally going to talk about it.

“Tomorrow’s schedule is fairly clear. We can probably both work from home if we get a few hours of work done tonight. It would really help me a great deal if you wouldn’t mind. I’d be happy to spring for takeout if you wanted to come to my place…” she says, all business.

I’m disappointed once more, but I agree to help her. We share a cab to her place. The lobby doors whisper open and closed and a doorman watches me closely as we head for the elevators. Vivien opens her door and I gasp when I see her place.

Hardwood, granite, stainless steel, white. So much white. It’s breathtaking.

“Help yourself to some wine,” she gestures to a fully stocked wine rack. I pour myself a glass and sit down at the beautiful hand-carved dining table.

Vivien’s voice comes from behind me, “Was it hard?”

I turn to her, “I’m sorry?”

“Was it hard keeping it from Pete? Or did you just tell him?”

Oh, NOW she wants to talk about it.

“I didn’t tell him. And I’m not going to,” I look down at my wine. “You’ve been awfully cold to me this week,” I say, sounding more childish than I mean to.

“Cold? No. I’ve been your boss, Evey.”

“The things you did to me on Friday…”

“Stand up, Evey,”

I stand up and turn towards her. She begins to unbutton her blouse.

“Vivien…” I look down.

She finishes the buttons and lets the silky top fall to the floor. She walks to me and instructs me to take her bra off for her. I am shaking and my fingers fumble with the clasp before it releases and her breasts spill out.

I’m on fire. I wanted this. I wanted to wake up to her Saturday so that we could do this, but she was gone. And here we are. It’s now or never. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and bring it to my mouth. Her nipple hardens quickly between my lips and her saltiness fills my mouth.

She puts a hand under my chin and brings my eyes to hers.

“When we are in my office, Evey, I am your boss. Nothing more. But as soon as I am alone with you outside of my office, I will take advantage of you every moment I get. I craved the smell and taste of your pussy all weekend. You’re incredibly sexy, Evey,” she kisses me hard and moves my head back to her nipples.

Everything in me is on fire. I suck desperately at each nipple. She pushes me away and breathing short, shallow breaths, she tells me to go to her bedroom and open the middle dresser drawer.

Opening the drawer I find several toys. A dildo, two vibrators, some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a strap-on. I look up at her and she tells me to pick one.

I take out the strap-on and she takes it from me, tossing it on her bed. She walks to me slowly and unbuttons my pants. She pushes my shirt up over my breasts and moves my bra, sucking gently at my nipples. I shiver and concentrate all of my energy on not letting my body fall to the floor. She kneels in front of me and pulls my pants halfway down my thighs.

She puts her thumb over the very obvious wet spot on my panties and rubs lightly before grabbing the backs of my thighs and pushing her mouth to my panties.

I gasp. I can feel her hot breath against my clit and I need to sit down. Vivien pushes me down on the bed.

She kneels over me, kissing her way down my stomach. When she reaches my bursa escort bayan very wet pussy, she breathes deeply.

“God, you smell so good, Evey,” she says before covering my clit with her mouth. I feel her tongue exploring me and I moan loudly, not caring about anything else in the world. She slides her thumb inside me and pinches my clit between her fingers with the same hand.

She sucks hard on me and licks hard. The friction of her tongue against me brings on that familiar sensation of everything falling away. I close my eyes and shout out something incoherent before I’m lost. I’m gripping the blanket so tightly that my knuckles are white. I look down and Vivien is licking me ever so softly.

“Please, Vivien. Please let me taste you. I’ve never licked a woman before and I need to have you,” I have never wanted anything more than this. Ever.

Vivien kisses me and instructs me to lick her chin clean. She pulls my shirt off and swiftly removes my bra. Her mouth finds my nipples and sucks each one before rolling over onto her back.

“Let’s see what a natural you are at eating pussy,” she spreads her legs wide and I move between them. I touch her through her panties and she is just as wet as I am. I move in close, letting her feel the warmth of my tongue on her clit.

Pulling her panties down, I discover something I hadn’t noticed before. Vivien has a clit piercing. I know that I’m supposed to kiss her thighs and tease her like she does to me, but I want it too much. I take her into my mouth. I suck her gently at first, then harder. I rub my tongue against her exposed bump as rough as I can and I feel her jump.

I take the piercing between my teeth and tug just gently. Her body rolls and she’s moaning my name. She mumbles something about me lying that this is my first time, but I don’t stop. I lick her up and down her delicious slit before slipping a couple of fingers inside her. She props herself up on her elbows, pinching her nipples and watching me intently.

I lick and finger fuck her until she throws her head back and cries out. I can feel her squeezing around me as her cunt leaks all over my fingers. I lap it up and before I can say a work she instructs me to get on my back.

She stands up and retrieves the strap-on. She clasps the black strap around her hips and strokes the large, flesh-colored dildo. She pulls my legs so I am at the edge of the bed.

I look up at her and I am brave again, “Fuck me. Please fuck me hard,” I push my dripping cunt towards her. She pushing the head in just a little bit and runs the tip up and down my wetness. I throw my head back and cover my face with both hands.

“Please, Vivien,” I shout.

She pushes inside me and I feel so full. My eyes shoot wide open and I stare up at her. Her face is soft and focused. She thrusts into me hard and I cry out.

“Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck your tight little hole?” she grits her teeth and fucks me harder. She lifts my legs and pushes them up, leaning into me to get deeper. I can feel the cock all the way inside of me and Vivien slaps my tits.

I’m surprised but so close to putting my come all over the big dick that I can’t think or even utter a word. She falls over me and pins my arms above my head. Her mouth finds my nipples and bites at each one while she fucks my pussy with reckless abandon.

Like a flash, I feel everything in my body tense and then I’m gone. I am completely silent with my head thrown back and she’s buried the cock deep inside me and stopped the thrusting. I finally cry out when the orgasm has ripped through me, leaving me completely drained. I am limp. I want to speak and I can’t.

Vivien takes off the strap-on and holding the shaft, she brings it to my lips.

“Taste,” she says and pushes it against my mouth. I lick one side while she licks the other. She moves the toy and our tongues tangle up in each other. I realize that I’m exhausted and Vivien pulls me close to her. As I’m falling asleep I hear her whispering to me, “You’re mine now…”

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Ellie: You up?

I stared at the message on the screen. I knew it was from her before I even picked up my phone. No one else ever texted me this late at night… Per usual, I froze up before replying to her.

I let my eyes linger on the three dots that were appearing and disappearing. I wondered what she was typing and deleting. I didn’t even really need to answer her question. She already knew I was still awake, the little ‘Read’ had surely shown up on her end by now. Could this finally be the night I actually exercised self-control? Was I going to be able to resist her? Break the hold she had on me?

Of course not, the fight was lost as soon as I heard the familiar text chime and picked up my phone from my nightstand. I groaned as I kicked off my blanket, annoyed at myself and my unfaltering predictability. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Of course, I was going to see her. But I’d at least keep my promise to myself and not let her touch me.

“Yay for small victories,” I sarcastically remarked in my empty room.

Me: On my way.

I replied, my fingers only pressing on three letters while autocorrect finished the job. I covered myself up with just an extra-long hoodie that reached halfway down my thighs. I slipped my sock-clad feet into my pair of slides. I didn’t bother with my purse, but I made sure my keys were in my front pocket before leaving. I looked like a mess and I was definitely not dressed to be in public, but it was fine, the commute to my destination was a short one.

Actually, it was only going to take one elevator ride and sixteen steps.

She sent back a red heart and I rolled my eyes. I’d gone to her place like a hundred times by now, but every single time I rode the elevator to hers, my skin still heated up and butterflies still filled my stomach. I had never felt like this about anyone else. Before her, I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to have had this much of a hold over another person.

I caught my reflection in the mirror as the elevator shot up. I didn’t even take the time to fix my brown hair. I convinced myself that these little acts of ‘not making an effort’ anymore meant I was slowly but surely getting over her. The numbers rose higher and higher until the metal doors opened to her floor of our shared apartment building.

I made the sixteen steps to the familiar wooden door, which I recently came to regard as the gate to my own personal heaven and hell. I pressed on the buzzer and I felt my mouth dry up. My brain already let my body know what was coming, and as usual, I was no longer in control of either my heart rate or breathing.

For fuck’s sake, I hadn’t even seen her yet, but I already felt like I could’ve melted away at any second. I drummed my fingers against the back of my phone. I truly wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get through one of these nights without feeling like a bumbling idiot.

“Hi,” Ellie greeted me as she let me in her home. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek. It burned. “Sorry, I know it’s like super late, but I just couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged. The playfulness in her blue eyes told me she wasn’t really sorry. She stood in front of me, smiling as she took in my appearance from head to toe.

For a split second, I regretted my ultra-casual outfit choice, especially since she was wearing another one of her expensive silk robes. Her golden blond hair neatly flowed past her shoulders. As always, she looked like an angel. Well, an angel whose matching lacy underwear was peeking out and making it even harder for me to form words.

Once again, I wondered how someone could look so perfect. My eyes took in her features greedily as if I hadn’t already committed everything I knew about her to my memory.

“Hey, no problem,” I replied. I was trying my best to make my smile reach my eyes. “So… Where do you wanna do this tonight?” I looked around her dimly lit living room. I knew that if we kept eye contact any longer, I was bound to say something stupid. I was about to step toward the L-shaped couch in the corner when she grabbed my arm.

“Are you okay, babe?” The term of endearment felt like a stab to my heart.

“I’m fine.” I bared my teeth in a grin, hoping it made me seem more convincing. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked into her eyes again. “Just had a long day at work.”

“Well, if you’re tired—”

“Ellie, I’m already here, aren’t I?”

I covered her hand on my arm with my own before removing it. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I crashed my lips against hers before she could. I didn’t want to talk to her anymore.

I blindly led us to the couch. My lips never left hers. It was easy to do since I memorized the path already by heart. I could’ve probably walked forward or backward to any of our ‘sex spots’ in her apartment even if it was pitch black. Which was a good thing since her place was full of expensive furniture and decor I couldn’t afford to replace.

I sat bursa escort her down on the couch. I climbed on top of her and kissed her into the dark gray faux suede cushions. Our kiss was deep and our movements were rushed. Well, my movements were rushed. I felt her try to slow the pace a couple times, but I wouldn’t let her. I tore open her robe and slipped it halfway down her shoulders in one motion. My left hand swiftly reached for her boobs as my right one slipped into her panties.

She wasn’t wet enough for what I really wanted to do to her, so I pumped the brakes, deciding instead to play with her for a while. I kept kissing her as I did, loving the feeling of her breathing getting more and more shallow as I teased her. My muscle memory when it came to what she liked was incredibly sharp.

In minutes, I felt her juices flowing freely. I continued my efforts. Alternately playing with her nipples the way that she liked with one hand, while my other one soldiered on to make sure she was more than ready for the quick and hard fuck she was going to get.

“Mm—” She murmured against my lips before finally breaking the kiss. “Really not in the mood for foreplay tonight, huh?” Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were sparkling.

I knew I could make her come in a bit just by rubbing her sex some more, but if I did that… I would’ve still wanted to fuck her nice and deep. And I was really trying to limit the night to one orgasm given how late it was. I also wanted to spend as little time around her as possible.

“Nope.” I popped out the word at the same time as I smoothly slipped two fingers inside her. She was absolutely dripping. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from expressing out loud how I’d never get tired of fucking her like this. I always found her tightness and wetness so hypnotic. It was as if my only choice was to surrender to her, to give her what she wanted, every single time we had sex.

I cut myself some slack and stared at her for a few seconds. I allowed my eyes to take in the sight of her flawless face scrunched up in ecstasy. How her eyelids were shut tight. How her white teeth sank into her pink bottom lip.

When it started to hurt to look at her, I pressed my lips onto her neck and collarbone. I covered her ivory skin with kisses as I pumped in and out of her. Really deep and fast. I knew she wasn’t going to last very long. I thought about slowing down, about making it last just a little bit longer. But then a little voice in my head reminded me how I wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place. So, I sighed and let my thumb join in the fun, rubbing circles around her clit as I continued to pump into her.

She came undone in no time and I fought the urge to look at her face again. I didn’t stop touching her. I let her ride out her orgasm for as long as possible before gently pulling out of her. Instinctively, I stuck my fingers in my mouth, relishing the sweet taste.

“Fuck me,” she sighed out. Her breathing was heavy, but she looked relaxed, serene.

“Just did,” I quipped with a grin before sliding backward and away from her. She reached out for me, but I just pulled even further away. I made a show out of standing up and stretching my arms above my head.

“Hannah—” She sat up and readjusted what she was wearing, everything was disheveled, but at least her clothes were still on her. We were both fully clothed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” I said lamely. “Like I said, work was a bitch and I’m super tired, so I guess I’m just not in the mood.”

“Then why’d you even come over?” She didn’t even bother to hide the fact that she was annoyed at me.

I shook my head. “I meant, I’m not in the mood to get off… Seriously, I’m fine,” I explained. I then looked her straight in the eye. “But Ellie, I’m always in the mood to fuck you.” The way I said it made it sound lighthearted, casual, but it was one of truest truths I had ever known.

…

Ellie: Thanks for last night… Really needed that.

I was thankful that technology made it possible to just react to text messages. I gave Ellie’s little thank-you text a quick thumbs up instead of an actual reply, clearly ‘not making an effort.’ Unfortunately, last night was the exact opposite of what I needed… Neither emotionally nor physically. As further evinced by the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes open in the office despite the numerous cups of coffee I downed.

Ellie wouldn’t let up until I was out her door last night. She asked me again and again why I was being weird. I just told her I wasn’t being weird. I kept denying that anything was amiss. I knew she didn’t believe me, but what could I have possibly said to her?

“Oh, well you see… I know I said I was totally cool with this set-up of ours, but apparently, I caught real feelings for you. And now, everything hurts way too much. My bad!”

If I told Ellie that—if she found out. She would’ve surely wanted escort bursa to end things. And despite all my promises to myself that I was going to stop being her little plaything, I knew it would’ve absolutely destroyed me if she completely cut me off. I wasn’t ready for that yet. I was still holding out hope that my confusingly painful feelings would miraculously go away or at least fade into something more tolerable. And I could’ve gone back to just blissfully fucking around with my smoking hot goddess of a neighbor.

I wished and hoped that my brain would somehow rewire itself into thinking: ‘Hey, actually, you know what… This isn’t so bad!’

It wasn’t completely outside the realm of possibility… At the start, sex with Ellie was always so fun, so intoxicating. Being with her used to feel like I was in the earliest stages of a great high, knowing that I was definitely heading toward a peak that’d ignite every single one of my senses.

I thought back to how things first started, back to how we met. If I knew back then that all of this would’ve ended up hurting me so goddamn much, would I still have opened my mouth in the elevator? Yeah, probably. Because if I didn’t, I would’ve missed out on all the amazing things, too.

…

Eight months earlier…

I frowned at the sight of two women blocking the entrance to my apartment building. They were clearly in the middle of some argument. I paused the music I was listening to. I planned to say a polite ‘excuse me,’ so I could get home. Right before I found my voice, the blond-haired woman abruptly turned and stomped into the building. She just left the other woman angrily staring at her.

In moments, I found myself in the same elevator as ‘Little Ms. Abandoner.’ I tried to bite my tongue. I should’ve bit my tongue. I didn’t bite my tongue. “Girlfriend troubles?”

“What?” She sounded curt, but I couldn’t blame her. She was clearly riled up by whatever I witnessed outside. Her blue eyes landed on me and everything seemed to get just a little bit warmer. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.” I hid my smile by looking away. “I’m sorry, I just thought—”

“Apparently, she did, too.” The pretty woman rolled her eyes. “Why are the hot ones always so crazy?” The little drama show outside made me think she was gay, but I was glad for the confirmation.

Her statement made me chuckle. I looked at her, taking everything in—her shoulder length blond hair, her impossibly blue eyes, her porcelain-like skin. She was maybe two to three inches taller than my 5’4″. There was something about her. I knew from the jump that she would’ve been able to stand her ground anywhere, against anyone. It was the way she carried herself.

“If that’s true, then you’re probably batshit bonkers, huh?” I flirted shamelessly before tucking some of my hair behind my right ear. Could you blame me? I just found out she was probably single… Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

She grinned in response before finally really looking at me. “Hi, I’m Ellie.” She extended her right hand which I shook. The contact was brief, but it was at least long enough for me to notice how soft her skin was.

“Hannah. I—” I introduced myself before getting cut off by the elevator doors sliding open to my floor. “This is me…” I disappointedly stepped out. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

She gave me a quick wave goodbye and I silently cursed at how short our time together was.

…

“Hey you.”

I looked up from my phone and directly into blue orbs. Ellie was getting on the elevator, a couple of grocery bags in her arms. Despite being neighbors, it had taken more than two weeks before we ran into each other again.

“Hannah.” I reminded her what my name was.

“I remember, silly.” Ellie laughed and I couldn’t help but grin back like an idiot. She remembered me. “You’re the girl who said I was batshit bonkers.”

“I feel like context is really important here,” I replied. I wondered if my smile could’ve gotten any bigger. “Just don’t forget when I called you crazy, I was also calling you hot.” I knew I was being a lot more forward with my flirting this time around, but Ellie had unknowingly taken up a lot of my thoughts since I first saw her.

She tilted her head. Her expression was equally playful and amused. She didn’t seem bothered at the slightest by my blatant flirting. I bet people hit on her all the time… She was seriously gorgeous. I was about to say something else stupid when she swiped my phone out of my hands. She did something then quickly handed it back to me.

“What—” Before I could finish my question, the elevator doors slid open to my floor. I sighed at the fact that our conversation was getting cut short yet again. My obvious disappointment seemed to add to her amusement.

“Just text me.”

I stepped out and she gave me another quick wave. I looked at my phone’s screen and saw that she added herself to my contacts bursa escort bayan under ‘Ellie (Hot but Bonkers).’ To answer my earlier question… Yes, it was apparently possible for my smile to get even bigger. A lot bigger, actually.

…

Ellie and I had been texting on and off for about a week. I learned that she wasn’t just a pretty face. She was also quick and witty (and oh so funny). The more I talked to her, the more my crush on her grew. Whenever she said something flirty, it was as if my cheeks were set on fire. Every interaction I had with her left me feeling giddy.

My phone chimed and I grinned when I saw who the message was from.

Ellie: What are you up to tonight?

Me: Nothing much, just staying home.

I hesitated before sending the last text. It was a Friday and I was worried that my non-plans made me seem boring. I was by no means a ‘homebody,’ but work had been gruesome, so I declined my friends’ invites to grab a drink to celebrate the weekend, opting to just get some rest. When I didn’t get a reply, I double texted.

Me: You?

It took quite some time for her to write back, but when she finally did, I didn’t like what I read. I felt a pang of jealousy then a pang of sadness in quick succession. I shook my head. I reminded myself that I had no business feeling either of those emotions.

Ellie was just a friend. A new friend. We didn’t even really know each other.

Ellie: On a date. It’s not really going too well.

I locked my phone without replying and ignored it for the rest of the night. Even if her date wasn’t going well, I didn’t need to hear about her being with someone else. I got ready for bed and tried my best to not think about her.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that I had two unread messages from the woman I tried (and failed) to stop thinking about the night prior. For the briefest of moments, I thought about just ghosting her, cutting my losses before I had any more unwarrantedly intense reactions.

Ellie: You up?

Ellie: Talk to you tomorrow then.

The second text came in a lot later and it had a red heart at the end. I groaned. I knew it was futile, there was no way I was going to stop talking to her just because I got irrationally jealous. I liked talking to her. I liked how I felt when I was talking to her. I was definitely attracted to her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be friends with her, right?

Me: Hey, sorry. I passed out. How was the date? Did it get better?

Her replies came immediately and I found myself sitting up straighter on my bed.

Ellie: No. It was supposed to be dinner and drinks, but I bailed right after dinner.

Ellie: Still wanted that drink, but the friend I planned to invite apparently passed out.

There was a winky face in the mix and I felt my heartbeat getting faster. I couldn’t understand why I found everything she said so electric. No, that wasn’t the right adjective… Her words were—incendiary. Every interaction we had seemed to be a precursor to something explosive.

Me: What’s wrong with this friend of yours? Who in their right mind would turn down a chance to spend some time with you?

I played along, sending out a heart eyed smiley.

Ellie: Mm, not sure, you know what they say about the hot ones…

I dropped my phone onto my bed before burying my face into my pillow and groaning. I felt crazy. I couldn’t stop smiling. It was too early in the day to be as giddy as I was. I replied back an equally flirty message then forced myself out of bed. I needed to go on a nice, long run to clear my head.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, then stripped off my sleeping clothes. I took a moment to examine myself in my bathroom mirror. My tanned skin had a golden glow, my brown eyes were larger than average, my straight dark brown hair was nice and thick. I was okay. I couldn’t help but compare my features to Ellie’s. Her boobs were definitely bigger than mine, but from the little I had seen, I assumed I was a bit more toned than her. There was no contest though, she was leaps and bounds hotter than I was. She was leaps and bounds hotter than anyone else I knew.

And yet, she thought I was hot, huh?

It wasn’t that I thought I was unattractive or ugly. I knew I did my best to take care of myself. It was just that the compliment came from Ellie, so it was kind of like Einstein calling someone else smart.

My whole run was plagued with thoughts of everything I liked about her.

…

I really shouldn’t have let Ellie order us a fourth round. It was a Tuesday night, but she somehow convinced me it was a good idea to go with her to a lesbian bar within walking distance of our apartments despite my reservations and excuses. I was never really much of a drinker, so the three drinks I already had were more than plenty. Combine the alcohol with whatever effect she naturally had on me, it felt like my entire planet was spinning… Well, the planet was always spinning, but it was spinning—Faster? In reverse? I was wasted and I knew it.

Ellie knew it, too, but she seemed to be enjoying the show, which was why she was actively contributing to my already evident intoxication.

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“I’ll need a $100.00 cash deposit,” the motel clerk said. “I know you young folks. Think nothin’ of trashin’ one of my rooms. After all you don’t have to clean up the mess.” He glared at me, his eyes big behind thick lenses.

“That’s not the way we were brought up,” Judy said. “We just need a room for the night and I can assure you that it won’t be trashed in the morning.”

The eyes behind the thick glass swam down to goggle at the expanse of cleavage Judy unselfconsciously displayed. The hard glare melted.

“I suppose I could make it $50.00,” he said.

Judy, in her impatience, pressed against the edge of the counter, pushing up soft mounds of freckled flesh. “I told you. The room will be spotless when we leave.”

“Okay. $25.00.”

“Jeez,” Judy said, pulling back. Both he and I were fascinated by her quivers of indignation.

“Okay. Okay. No deposit,” he said. “I’m taking a chance on you kids. I’m going to trust you to keep your word.”

Judy smiled and began filling out the registration card. A minute later the clerk was handing her the key and TV remote.

“You sure have a way with tecavüz porno those old guys,” I said as we climbed into the car.

Judy made a face, shrugged, and giggled.

It was one of our good nights. Judy began tugging off her clothes as soon as the door closed behind us. I groaned as I saw the jeans sliding down to reveal the cheeks of her big soft ass. Seeing her ass always makes me a little crazy. Crazy and hard. Seeing me hard seems to have a similar effect on her. I think that’s why we have so much fun together.

“Mmmmm,” I said as my fingers sank into the welcoming ooze of her warm cunt. I’d never met another woman who got so wet so fast.

“Oh yeah,” Judy said as her hand encircled my cock.

“You want to feel that inside you babe?” I said.

“Mmmmm,” she said.

I fell back onto the bed and she scrambled up on top of me and dropped the slick lips of her pussy over the head of my cock with deft precision. She leaned over and playfully slapped my face with her boobs. I tried, with some success, to catch her nipples as they went by. I couldn’t use my hands travesti porno to do this because they were engaged in gripping her bottom as my fingertips stimulated the outer lips of her pussy. I could feel her juices flowing down over my balls.

“Oh babe,” I said. “That feels so good.” She was now squatting above me pounding herself down like a pile driver.

“Oh hon, I love feeling your hard cock inside me,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. Oh shit.”

Her excitement sent a delicious tingle through my genitals and I came moments after she did. A gush of our combined secretions flooded out onto my belly. She barely paused. With a determined expression and a series of little grunts she was rushing after her next orgasm. I was dragged along like a tin can tied to a dog’s tail.

The hours drifted by enveloped in a thick fog of sensual play. We shifted positions and roles with passionate fluidity. I came four times. Neither of us bothered to keep track of the number of times that she did. When we finally reached the point of limp fulfillment xhamster porno the sheets were something of a swamp. I found a place on the edge of the bed that was relatively dry.

“Oh, you’re going to make me sleep in the wet spot then?” She said.

“Yeah,” I said, not feeling especially gentlemanly. “You’re the one who dribbles all over.”

“Oh right,” she said. “Just who makes me so excited I do that? And I’ll have you know you dribble some yourself, buster.”

“Ok, you have a point. How about we sleep on top of the blanket and just use the comforter?”

“That’ll work, I guess,” she said. We shared the chore of covering up the evidence of our lusty leakage and snuggled up for a well deserved respite.

I was sucked out of sleep and into the light of the new day by Judy’s insistent efforts to make me hard. She quickly succeeded. Before we were done we’d left the blanket in much the same condition as the sheets underneath.

We left only minutes before checkout time. Judy made me take in the key and remote. It was the same old geezer from the afternoon before.

“You didn’t trash my room did you?” He said.

“No sir,” I said, putting the key and remote on the counter.

“It’s clean?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Spotless like your girlfriend said it would be?” He squinted as he sensed my hesitation.

“Well, all except for the bed,” I said as I sailed out the door.

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It had been the week from hell. Running from one crisis to another with barely enough time to grab something to eat and a few hours of sleep here and there. Not even enough time to make a short phone call to tell her he missed her.

Here itwas Friday again and he was stuck sitting in traffic, just creeping along, easing up and then stopping again. It was such mindless work this afternoon traffic that his mind began to wander.

He thought of previous Friday’s and how he would love to be spending this Friday afternoon / early evening like he had spent previous Fridays. In his mind he could smell her. Could taste her skin. Could hear her short intakes of breath as he touched or kissed a particularly sensitive spot. Damn he loved that sound. Unconsciously his hand slipped to his crotch and gently squeezed his hardening cock. Just the thought of her was enough to make him hard.

He thought about how beautiful she was as he remembered her sitting on the floor between his legs slowly stroking his cock. Her lips slowly closing over the head, her tongue gently lick the underside of his shaft, before slowly taking him completely into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth around him was exquisite, like a hot, wet, pulsating glove wrapped around him. It always took all his control not to just let go immediately, flooding her mouth with his boiling hot seed. He always wanted to be able to relish this experience. The sight of her, the sounds she made, and the feel of her around him.

He loved the way she seemed to want to love and devour his cock at the same time. He recognized he was watching someone who was really enjoying what she was doing and that knew she was causing him great pleasure at the same time. What a turn on.

He knew he could not hold out much longer so he wrapped his hands in her hair and firmly pulled her loving mouth off his cock. Her hand immediately tooks it place but he had to push that away also. He pulled her up to him covering her mouth with his. Their tongues fighting back and forth, bent on capturing tecavüz porno and enslaving the others. His hand slid between her legs to find her dripping wet. She was always like this after sucking his cock and this turned him on even more. He slow stroked her wet lips as he kissed her. One hand cupping a breast and teasing a nipple, the other stroking between her legs.

His fingers parted her lips and slowly he slid one finger a millimeter at a time up into her wetness. Once again her hand found his cock and began to stroke, and he had to push it away. He took the hand he had brushed away and placed it on her breast and told her to cup it for him, pinch the nipple like he did. He watched as she did this and the sight thrilled him. He loved watching her touch herself for him.

When his fingers judged that she was as wet as she was going to get he lifted her up higher, urging her to straddle him. He took his raging hard cock in his hand and held it straight up for her as she slowly began to impale herself on his pulsing cock. He heard her sharp little intake of breath as his cock began to fill her. She slowly slid down his cock until she was completely impaled on his cock. He could feel his cock pressing against the back wall of her wet pussy as she began to rotate her hips. His hands found her breasts and slowly began to roll her nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging on them. Using them to gently shake her breasts as she rode him.

He bent his head forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth and let his wet tongue circle her hard nipple. She was beginning to rise up and down on his cock in a faster rhythm. Rising up and letting herself fall back upon his cock. Everytime he could feel the head of his cock hitting her cervix deep inside her.

He began to talk to her. Urging her on. Encouraging her. telling her to ride this hard cock that was just for her. Use my cock he told her, take it all, feel it fill you up. ” You love riding my cock, don’t you? ” he asked her. All she could travesti porno do was tell him through clenched teeth was ” Yes, dammit yes “.

He could feel her pussy squeezing around him as she got closer to her release. The clenching got to the point it turned into one big squeeze and he felt her let go as he tilted his head up to kiss her. He knew she loved being kissed when she was cumming and wanted this to push her over the edge, and it did. He felt her hot juices erupt around his hard cock and then flow down across his thighs and his balls, drenching him and the chair seat. Damn how he loved it when she came like that. Without a doubt he knew then she had reached a body wrenching cum that she so deserved and that he wanted her to have.

Her gyrations slowed and remained astride him, his cock still rock hard inside her. They kissed as her orgasm faded a bit. But the kissing only started her up again and soon he felt her slowly stirring on his cock. With his faced nuzzled into her neck he asked her if she had liked fucking him? She replied that it was him who had fucked her, but he slowly laughed a little laugh and told her “I haven’t come close to fucking you yet.”

Something about those words seemed to flip a switch and she was slowly sliding up and down his cock again. He kept nuzzling her neck while his hands cupped her bottom and urged to move faster. Her breathing became shorter and more ragged as her pace increased. He softly asked her “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my hard cock pounding inside you? Do you want my hands in your hair as I ride you baby? “

She murmured a soft but urgent “yesssss”. With that he lifted her off his cock and turned her around and moved her to the couch. He firmly turned her around and pushed her over the end of the couch until she was bent over the arm. His hand slipped between her legs and found her wetness and slowly slid his fingers inside her. He brought the wet fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices off, relishing in her xhamster porno taste. He took his rock hard cock in his hand and slowly used the head to spread the lips of her wet pussy.

He slowly rubbed the head up and down until the head was totally wet with her, and then he began to press forward, burying his cock one inch at a time into her until he felt his balls resting against her.

He rested like this for a minute relishing the feeling of her around him and loving the sight of her bent over before him. He reached out and let his hand slide into her hair. The hair slipped between his fingers and he slowly closed his hand until it was full of hair. He then slowly began to pull her head back, making her arch her neck until she was close enough he could kiss her. He loved doing that, being buried inside her from behind and being able to kiss her at the same time. He kissed her and slowly began to stroke his cock inside her. He whispered softly into her ear ” Now it is me who is fucking you baby. I love the way my hard cock feels inside you. The way your hair feels in my hand. The way your hips feel when I hold them.”

With that he began to really drive himself into her over and over. He could feel her trying to fuck back at him and he pressed her even more firmly into the arm of the sofa, letting her know he was in control. His cock hammered at her relentlessly. He could feel his temples pounding and he knew he was getting close to losing control. As he thrust himself into her again and again he felt his release start. He felt his balls draw up and the first sharp twinge of his orgasm push him over the edge. He thrust once more driving into the hilt as his cock exploded inside her. He could see her arched back as he pulled even harder on her hair and then he felt her go too. The flood of her juices washing over him even as his cum filled her.

The blare of the horns startled him and when he realized what was really going on he saw that the car in front of him had moved up 100 feet and the people behind him were laying on their horns. As he put the car in gear his hand brushed his crotch, only to find it soaking wet. Well it had been a dream and not a dream hadn’t it he thought as he followed the car in front of him as he inched his way home. Hmmmm, inched his way home had a nice ring to it didn’t it LOL.

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

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

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

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

I could feel my pussy tingling already.

Finally, we were going to be together.

Again.

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

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

Or so I thought.

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

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

“Long.” You loosened your tie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want me to devour you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I look up at you.

And you smile.

See? I told you it was easy.

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

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

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

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

“Hey, what!?”

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

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

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

“What on earth are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about a kiss,” she suggested.

“…alright.”

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

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

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

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

Sarah paused, still holding onto Matthew’s hand.

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

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

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

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

“Familiarity?”

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

“How does it feel?”

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

“Yeah, you and me both.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Too good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do that myself,” he offered.

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

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

Matthew was too taken aback to answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will we have time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so?”

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

“My wife…really, I…”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

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

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

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

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cupcake?” she offered.

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

“Here, let me get that for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can count on it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could tell the wheels where turning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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