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I’m Renee Dion, registered nurse. I’ve always loved that. It sounds so important.

I’ve been working for years—forever it seems. I long since gave up on my hospital job in favor of fee-for-service work, where I can call my own spots and make my own hours. I do okay—financially, that is—and my husband Ricky makes a good salary as a factory foreman.

So, you would think at age forty I could step back from working extra shifts and making as much money as I can while I can, but I still do a special gig on the weekends.

Yes, it pays ridiculously well, $100 an hour for eight hours, taking care of a private patient. No insurance or billing—strictly self-pay. While the money is great—an extra $40 grand a year—I like my patient and I like the job.

Claudia Geneva is an eighty-year-old woman, born in Greece and the widow of a restaurant entrepreneur that left her a multi-million dollar nest egg.

She has a home health aid and housekeepers that work for her during the week, but I provide her with my special brand of T.L.C. every Saturday night. I can go out to dinner or a show with Ricky any night of the week. Claudia needs me from four o’clock till midnight on Saturdays and Ricky will be perfectly happy to rent a movie at home alone.

I arrive at her old-fashioned ornate front door. “Claudia, I’m here.” I don’t knock or ring a bell. I have my own set of keys.

“Renee, sweetheart,” she called from afar. “I’m in the livin’ room.”

“Claudia,” I scold. “Now I have to wheel you in the chair to the bedroom to change you.”

“Bah! You know I hate that wheelchair. I can use the walker,” she spoke with an oof as she propped herself on the arm of the couch to stand up.

“Oh, sure, I’ll be here all night watchin’ you walk an inch at a time with the walker.” I take her by the arm and kiss her hello.

“Don’t get fresh,” she teases and returns the kiss, wetting my cheek with her full lips.

I wheel the chair from the corner to where she stood hunched over and waiting and she dropped her ample arse onto the seat.

“How you been, sweetheart?” she asks with formality as I push her down the hall to her bedroom. I said I was well. “And your husband and the children?” I assured her they were fine. I could already smell the odor from her adult-sized diaper, which must not have been changed since yesterday.

In her room, I spread out a plastic pad over her bed sheets before lifting her onto the bed. She was short and weighed over two hundred pounds. I saw from all the pictures on her walls that Claudia Geneva was a trim and cute young girl, a sexy and attractive young bride, and a lovely mature wife and mother in bygone years.

“Are you going to see your children for the holidays?” I asked Claudia, as I unbuttoned her housecoat frock and slid it off her shoulder.

“You know Greek Christmas falls later in the calendar than your Christmas,” she informed me, as she has done for all eight years that I have been caring for her. “But they don’t come to my house no more. They come get me and sit me in a corner and ignore me until it’s time for my sons to argue ’bout who’s gotta bring me back home.” She wasn’t really angry or resentful; it was her regular lament about her family. I just smiled and helped her take off her blouse, skirt, brassiere, and wide-cut underpants. Her elongated, tubular breasts flopped over several rolls of belly fat, and her thighs fluttered like waves on a body of water. Her white cotton diaper was thoroughly soaked. She affectionately stroked bursa escort my forearms as I worked at the safety pins on either side of her nappy. Her crotch was reddened and her gray pubic hair was matted against her irritated skin. Before rolling Claudia on her side, I cleansed her vagina, groin, and inner thighs with a handy wipe. She smiled at me sweetly. Then she said she was sorry for the big mess on her back side.

“Oh, Claudia!” I shouted, more surprised than angry at the caked on layers of feces covering her buttocks. “Didn’t the aide change your diaper at all yesterday?”

“She didn’t show up,” Claudia said sheepishly.

“You should call the agency, Claudia,” I told her as I tried to clean the shit off her ass.

“I don’t wanna make trouble for her. She would get fired and she’s got a new baby to take care of.”

“She needs to take care of you, Claudia.” I gave up on the wipes and decided, “This is too much of a mess. You need to get in the tub.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry ’bout this.” Claudia moved comparatively easily from the bed to the bathroom, shitty butt notwithstanding. “I don’t wanna waste my time with you takin’ a bath.”

I put my arm around her and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m gonna be givin’ you the bath, hon.” She kissed me on the cheek. “We have all night together.” Then Claudia kissed me again, this time on the lips. I lowered the toilet seat cover and helped her sit down while I ran hot water into the bathtub. A few minutes later, I quickly washed off her nether regions with a terrycloth and let her soak in the sensuously warm water. She seemed like she was floating with her eyes closed and I think she touched her clitoris with her fingertips when she thought I wasn’t looking. I brought the event to a close by washing her arms, shoulders, back, neck, underarms, and belly as her pendulous tits bobbed in the water like half deflated balloons. Using the shower head, I wetted her thinning, graying cotton candy textured hair, doused it with shampoo, rinsed it, conditioned it, and rinsed it again. She cooed and sighed, eyes still shut tight, and seemed to be having an orgasm in response to me washing her hair.

Claudia stepped out of the tub and I wrapped her in a big bulky towel. She giggled in a delightfully childish way and she peppered me with little kisses as I patted her old leathery skin dry. She felt strong enough to walk back to her room by herself and laid down on the bed, on top of the sheets, in the nude. She smiled serenely as she watched me, as she always did. Without fanfare, I slowly undressed for her—taking off my blue scrubs, shirt followed by pants, then removing my tee shirt underneath, usually standing under her gaze in my bra and panties before taking them off. I let her look at my still firm breasts and my proudly pouting areolas and nipples. She winked at my unwaxed hairy nest before I turned away, showed her my not-so-skinny little ass, bent down and reached into my medical bag. Next I turned around and hooked the belt of the black plastic strap-on. Claudia gave a little hoot and clapped her hands and I walked slowly toward her, the dildo pointing the way. She opened her arms and I joined her on the bed where we shared a deep, open mouthed, tongue sucking kiss.

Claudia’s husband, Constantine Geneva, was a big, lusty man, who was apparently well endowed and head-over-heels in love with his wife. The couple worked six days a week, birthed and raised six sons and daughters, and set aside one evening a week for each bursa ucuz escort other. According to Claudia Geneva, her man could pump her cunt with his fat cock for hours on end, rarely pausing between erection and ejaculation. When Claudia was a young virginal maiden, her sex life was purely torture, but as she grew accustomed to Constantine’s voracious appetite, she found it hard to believe other women lived with five-minute wonders and sometimes even failed to orgasm. When Constantine died, it left a void in Claudia’s life. So she hired me to fill it.

When I first started to service her with the dildo, it was strictly to fuck her with little attention to foreplay and no attention whatsoever to my needs. We kissed—I always had to embrace her like I was the man—but that was all there was to it. One night, after about a year of providing Claudia’s sex therapy, my legs grew tired after humping her for five or six hours without let up.

“I think I pulled a muscle,” I said, ready to cry from the sharp pain.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Claudia whispered affectionately as I rolled off her great bulk. “Come lie down beside me.” I did and she began to rub my stomach, my breasts, and my thighs. I closed my eyes and Claudia touched my mound of Venus before putting a finger inside of me. She kissed my lips and dithered my pussy till I came. We have truly been lovers ever since.

Tonight I approached my elderly lady love with a slow strut, letting the dildo bounce like a donkey dong, trying not to swing my hips in too much of a girly way. Claudia seemed to grow younger right away, sitting up and offering her outstretched arms to me as I planted my knees on the edge of the bed. Claudia took hold of the magic wand, stroked it admiringly, as I imagine she did for all those years with Constantine, and slowly brought it to her lips. I wished I could feel her warm, moist mouth and fluffy tongue. Nonetheless, my own smegma was getting soupy between my legs. I gently petted the back of her neck and watched Claudia vigorously lick and suck on the candy cane, holding onto my forelegs like support columns. When she popped the phallus out of her mouth, she gave my left ass cheek a hard, twisting pinch, letting me know she was ready to roll.

“Time to bone the old lady, sweetheart.” That was her usual invitation to start fucking.

“You know I like to lick it before I stick it,” which was my usual opening line and she always laughed delightfully shyly in response.

I covered her barely withered labia and clitoris with my tongue, deliberately drooling and spitting on her sex to make up for her dryness due to aging. I treat her to a sweep of my tongue over her thighs and pubic mound before inserting my finger to probe her fruit, which was already constricting like an adolescent’s nubile folds. Despite bathing her, I nonetheless tasted her pee and pooh while giving her cunnilingus.

Claudia spryly lifted and spread her legs, her excess flab jiggling about, as I mounted her and inserted the ten-inch probe into her octogenarian Venus. I wiggled my ass to start my rhythm the way she liked, just as the old man used to do, until I hooked my arms under her legs and hoisted her vortex higher to receive my hard and fast jackhammer. I fucked the old bird nonstop for an hour and she hummed, moaned, groaned, and sighed the whole time. To mix things up, I leaned forward and scooped up her boobies, which flopped over her arms like loose saddlebags. I sucked on her thumb-sized nipples and bursa elit escort made her shriek when I pretended to bite them. She loves when I do that. After the second hour, I adjusted our conjoining to let Claudia suckle my breasts—looking like a newborn babe, always taking my tit with eyes closed—the entire time continuing to flog her flabby pussy.

My legs grew tired and sore, my calves ached as well as my thigh muscles. The leather strap began to chafe my sensitive skin around my little mons. I begged for a break in the action.

It was ten o’clock. I sprawled diagonally across Claudia’s big bed while she waited on me for a change, shuffling to her liquor cabinet and bringing us two very full glasses of red wine. I sat up to take one of the glasses and Claudia blurted out, “You’re so beautiful. I love you, sweetheart.”

I reacted to the beautiful part. “I’m a frumpy middle-aged soccer mom, Claudia. I’m no beauty and I’ve put on a few pounds since I got married.”

“You’re beautiful to me, anyway.” She sipped her wine, and then asked a curious question. “Are we lesbians … like the girls on TV who make love to each other?”

I laughed at the reference to “girls on TV,” as if there were no gay people in the real world. “No, not really, because I’m just filling in for Constantine.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Claudia said, getting up and putting her glass without a trace of infirmity as she walked back to the bed. “You screw me like a man, but you have needs, too. Don’t you?”

I didn’t know what she meant until she embraced and kissed me and after a long, affectionate snogging, rubbed my areolas till my nipples were so hard I thought they would pop. Then my matronly lover lowered her head to my frothy pubis and tasted the nectar of the goddess. I dreamed I was Athena making love to Aphrodite through the longest string of multiple orgasms I every experienced in my life. Claudia even sucked on my clitty like it was a little dick.

I was covered in sweat when Claudia finished, told me again how she loved me, and staggered to the bathroom just in time to pee in the toilet and not all over the bed. When she returned, I had the strap-on cleaned and ready to drill her for another hour. At midnight, I helped her put on a diaper and a nightie, kissed her goodnight, and went home to my snoring husband, who had spent the evening with a six pack and the Victoria’s secret catalogue. I laughed and kissed his sticky fingers.

Going back a few years to when I first started caring for Claudia, I worried one of her sons, daughters, or grandchildren would come by and find us cavorting. Next thing I knew I would be fired or worse, brought up on some sort of morals charges. I soon realized that wouldn’t be a problem. They never came by.

The phone rang on Thursday and it was Claudia’s eldest son, Gus. I knew what he was going to say as soon I picked up the phone. Claudia had passed. I cried uncontrollably for the next two days. I think Ricky was ready to check me into the psych ward. He understood Claudia was special, though I think he was concerned about the loss of income.

After Claudia’s funeral, Gus Geneva came over to me and said, “You were very important to my mom. I want to thank you for being more than a caregiver to her, a real friend.” I nodded, but didn’t speak. “You’re in her will.” I was stunned. “Probate takes about six months, but my mom wanted your share to be a gift, tax free.” He handed me a check. All I could see were zeroes. It was for a million dollars. I gasped, cried, and wet my panties. I stood there crying, holding the check in my shaking hands, with urine streaming down my legs. Embarrassed, Gus just walked away.

I ran back to the gravesite, put my hands on Claudia Geneva’s casket, and whispered, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

THE END

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Ellen appeared precisely an hour before closing, six nights every week. Baggy sweats over a plain white T shirt and shorts. Near as I could tell, she owned only three pairs of those—navy blue, red and green—and wore them in perfect rotation. Last night was red. She came through door at 9 on Friday night. Green. No surprise there.

No greeting, either. As usual, she tore directly into her vicious workout. 20 minutes on the elliptical, 20 minutes of weights and 20 minutes of abdominal work and stretching, each with brutal intensity. She was 5’10”, about 160 pounds of smooth muscle, shoulder length dark blond hair and green eyes that stared through anyone who dared look directly at them.

The rest of the fitness center’s patrons gave her a wide berth. She broke a sweat at ten minutes, was soaked halfway through and with clocklike precision, did her last stretch a minute before closing. I mumbled a goodnight as the glass door swung closed behind her.

It took me only a few minutes to wipe down the last of the equipment, grab my gym bag and lock up. I walked to the garage. There was a car next to mine, trunk open with only baggy sweats visible. Ellen was screaming a torrent of four letter words.

“Ellen?”

She glared at me, glanced over at the left rear tire—obviously flat—and threw an equally flat spare onto the concrete floor.

“And the goddamn auto club said that they couldn’t get here for two hours!”

‘Hell hath no fury…,’ I thought to myself.

“Ellen, it’s cold, dark and you can’t just sit here alone. Call the auto club, just tell them to forget about tonight, and have them pick you up at your home tomorrow morning. I’ll give you a lift tonight.”

She put her hands on her hips, scowled and barked at the auto club on her cell.

Wordlessly, she slid into the passenger seat of my car. I asked her where she lived. Turned out it was only five minutes out of the way, maybe ten minutes from my place. We pulled out of the garage.

Ellen wasn’t much for small talk. But I learned that Ellen was an executive with a restaurant chain headquartered in the area with about 20 direct subordinates. She was also the bursa escort only woman executive in the place, which meant that she got all the lousy assignments and unpleasant responsibilities. The fitness center was her place to unwind and take her workplace frustrations out on the iron.

I pulled up to her place—a nondescript townhome in a sea of similar units—and to my surprise, she invited me in for a glass of wine. Of course I said yes,

She had the upstairs unit, a tidy one-bedroom with a kitchen/dining area combo. Terra cotta tiles, blond wood and a dark green counters. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and two glasses down from the cupboard. She went off to shower.

I looked around the living room. Books everywhere, mostly about business management. A fair number of ‘thrillers’. No sign of romance novels, fantasy or any other typically feminine fair. I wondered if she had a boyfriend–or a girlfriend for that matter. More likely that she had neither.

She came down the stairs. Baggy sweats again, but clean ones. She started in on her glass of wine. And then the green-eyed stare came out, and she was reading my mind.

“It’s tough at work. I’m the only woman, so I have to be better than all the men. So my work is my life.”

She finished her wine and poured another glass. She read my mind.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. This life is my choice.”

Maybe. And maybe she had been in it so long she didn’t know about much else. I got up to hug her, to hold her. She froze for a moment, and pulled away.

“Look, Ellen, when was the last time you were held by another human being? The last time you were with someone who wasn’t evaluating you? The last time that there wasn’t a problem to be solved, employee to be disciplined, report to write or presentation to give?”

I held her left hand gently in my right, and started to stroke her hair, pulling her towards my shoulder. She resisted, but only for a moment, and I let my hand glide towards the nape of her neck. She let out something between a moan and a sigh. I drew her onto the couch, and started slow circles around her temples with bursa escort bayan my fingers. She sighed again and I swept my fingers across her lips. Kissed her once, gently.

Pulling myself behind her, I kneaded her shoulders and pressed my thumbs gently along her spine, down and back up, and let them dance across to her neck, her chin, and across her lips once more. Kissed her once more, gently. But this time, she kissed back. Passed her tongue around my lips.

I slipped my hands under her sweatshirt. She pulled away again , but only to switch off the light. As she came back towards me, she pulled off her top to reveal perfect breasts, nipples stiff and swollen. I pulled her close, letting my fingers trace the curve of her ears while I explored the base of her neck with my tongue. And she pulled me closer still.

My hands drifted to her breasts, supporting them, and I swirled my fingers around her areolas, pressing and then pulling gently at her nipples which had become fully engorged and erect. Squeezing her breasts together, I took both nipples in my mouth and sucked.

“Oh OH,” she cried.

I paused and looked up at her.

“Keep going!”

Plea or command, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. I could feel her belly begin to contract, waves of woman pleasure beginning to course through her body. I flipped her over onto her breasts and began once again to massage her back. She moaned with increasing pleasure as I passed from upper, to lower and began to squeeze her buttocks. I slipped off her sweatpants. She didn’t resist. Kissed the backs of her legs, running my tongue from her ankle up as I massaged the other leg with my fingers.

Her pelvic thrusting was more urgent now, as I flipped her over again to look into those green eyes. She stared at me again, and in a much huskier voice murmured that she needed me. It was my turn to smile and shake my head. I spent another several minutes kissing her legs and her breasts and let her urgency rise. I pressed down, just below her navel to meet each thrust of her pelvis.

“Please, touch me, “she gasped.

I reached down so that görükle escort bayan my hand covered her pussy, pressing the soft lips on either side, flattening them, smoothing them. She tried to guide my hand inside, but I told her no…not yet. Her juices flowed steadily now, and my fingers were quite slick. I began to slide my hand up and down, her clitoris becoming more swollen with each sliding stroke. Her breathing had deepened, and she began to tug at her nipples, twisting and pulling.

I used my left arm to draw her tightly against me and kissed her deeply. I slipped my index and middle fingers inside her now-boiling sex, just past the bone and behind her clitoris, where her G-spot lay.I caressed it gently but firmly, rubbing it up and down. She started to twitch. And shake. And then scream.

“OHHH GOD FUCK DON”T STOP DON’T STOP FUCK DON’T STOP…”

Her pussy became impossibly wet as she began to ejaculate, pouring her juices all over the couch, convulsing in ecstasy. It took her several minutes to stop shaking, only to start again when I buried my face into her cunt, lapping up her delicious musk. She had another screaming ten-minute climax and then just fainted away.

She was limp, relaxed, smiling. I went to find a cool washcloth, but by the time I returned she was snoring, deep in the slumber that follows total release. I wanted her, wanted to feel my cock inside her, but knew this wasn’t the moment. I covered her in a blanket that was draped over the couch, dressed silently, and let myself out.

***

The clock edged past 9 the next evening, and Ellen did not appear for her workout. I wondered if she was angry, embarrassed or just didn’t care. The gym was quiet, and I had my end of shift chores done a few minutes later. Flipped off the light. Grabbed my gym bag. Headed for the garage.

Ellen’s car was next to mine, trunk open with an overcoat and a pair of shapely legs in navy blue fishnet stockings visible beneath. She looked up and smiled.

“It took longer to fix the damn car than I thought,” she blushed. “I bought some new lingerie today. Thought you might like a fashion show.”

She opened her raincoat just enough to let me know that there wasn’t anything between the coat and the lingerie beneath.

“Unless you’d prefer dinner first. But I would have to dress.”

She paused, closed the trunk and slipped into the driver’s seat.

“You know the address. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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Ever heard the expression, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?” In this case, I’m Carl, not Jack, and there seems to be some truth to that line.

The holiday time greeted us with a staggering amount of work in what is normally a slow period. Steven had a long planned vacation with his fiancee. Janice had paid for a ski trip for her family during the sweltering Low Country July temperatures. Bottom line is I couldn’t bring myself to ask them to change their plans.

Soooo, that left Annie and me to deal with the workload. At 8:00 on the last Saturday morning of the year, we met at the office and shut and locked the door behind us. I started a pot of much needed coffee and sat down at my desk. Annie’s desk is about 30 feet away. On a normal day, we are in regular contact talking about everything from work related issues to her twin girls by her first marriage.

Annie is a wonderful person and incredibly loyal. I’m very fortunate to have a coworker who does whatever is needed and, even better, does it with a positive attitude. Annie is about 5’7″ and I’m not even going to attempt to guess her weight. She is attractive with shoulder length brown hair. Annie didn’t get cheated in the breast department. On days when she wears a tight fitting top, I find myself sneaking somewhat discrete looks at her chest all day long. I’ve often fantasized about her tits…having a mental picture of her large areola and hard nipples sitting proudly atop a pair of magnificent boobs. I imagined my eager hands unhooking her bra to release her breasts for my hands to caress. I have fantasized about licking her hard nipples and teasing the tips with my tongue.

Annie has another impressive feature. She has a well-rounded ass. Not that I’ve noticed or anything. On this particular morning, she was wearing a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. While the shirt didn’t highlight her tits, the sweatpants did call attention to her well rounded ass. Again, not that I noticed.

Why was I so distracted by her assets? Well, being a horny guy is clearly the number one reason. On top of that, my on again, off again girlfriend and I were currently off. It had been too long since I had been with her or any other woman.

As I mentioned, on a normal day, we talk on a regular basis. However, this morning with the daunting workload, we focused on the many tasks at hand. The only time we spoke was when I asked her if she wanted any coffee. That is, until about 11:00 when she poked her head in my office.

“Hey Carl, would you unlock the storage room? I need some boxes to store some old records.”

I got up from my chair and walked down the hall with her. I unlocked the door and we grabbed several boxes and returned to her office. About twenty minutes later, she returned to my office.

“OK Carl, I’ve filled the boxes. Would you help me move them to storage?”

“Of course,” I replied. I got out of my chair, picked up a box and waited for Annie. She likewise picked up a box and followed me down the hall.

When I opened the door to the storage room, I noticed that there was only available room on the top shelf. Without hesitation, Annie lifted the box over her head and set in on the top shelf. As she released the box, she stumbled backwards into me. I grabbed her and in the process wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tits as I held her.

Annie looked back over her shoulder, “So Carl, are you going to let me go now?”

I grinned, “Do I have to?”

Without a word, Annie turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my görükle escort neck. “No, you don’t have to. But if you’re going to hold me, I’d prefer you do it this way.”

She then stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine. “Carl, we’ve worked hard all morning. I think we need to take a break.”

She leaned into me and kissed me again. I responded with soft kisses on her lips. She moaned for the first time, obviously enjoying the light kisses. Time lost meaning as we continued with the soft kisses. I continued with the soft kisses along her cheeks and her neck. A soft, extended “mmmmm” softly escaped her lips. She squeezed me tighter as I softly kissed her ear and lightly ran my tongue along it.

I guess at that point, my conscience started to intercede. “Annie, I don’t know about this. I mean, I would nothing better than to take this wherever it goes, but we’ve got to work together. I don’t want to make it awkward between us.”

Annie looked at me and I could tell she was torn. Finally she spoke. “Carl, I have fantasized about you from shortly after we met. I knew it was probably not a good idea, but I’m not sorry about the fantasies I’ve had.”

She continued, “Carl, I know this could be awkward. But, we’re both adults and we aren’t attached to anyone. It’s been a long time for me. And you’ve told me you are currently unattached. I’m willing to take the chance because right now I want you. Honestly, I need you as much as I want you right now. I’m not looking for anything beyond the here and now. Call it friends with benefits if you want.”

“So, we can stop now or we can have what we both want. I’ve seen you checking out my tits and staring at my ass. You may have been discrete in your looking, but I knew what you were doing. Frankly, I was flattered and liked it. We can stop and go back to work or you can see and enjoy what you have been checking out since we’ve known each other. Your call.”

I hesitated. All I had to do was nod my head and I could see and touch her body I had so long fantasized about. But there was the potential for trouble. We had worked together for years and I considered Annie a friend. While I wanted her badly, I also didn’t want to ruin a friendship.

“Annie, I may regret what I am about to say. Yes, I have watched you, fantasized about you and, yes, lusted after you as long as I have known you. Would I love to take off every stitch of your clothes? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But you are more important to me than that and I don’t want to rush into something we may regret and in turn ruin a good friendship.”

Think for a moment about the angel and devil perched on my opposite shoulders. While the angel beamed at my moral conscience, the devil on the other shoulder simply said’ “You’re a total dumbass Carl.”

Annie looked in my eyes. “Carl, you can definitely spoil the mood.”. She paused, “But I know you are probably right. Let’s go grab some lunch. I think we’ve earned a break.”

She smiled. “It may be a good idea to leave here and be somewhere in public. Ten minutes from now if we’re still here, I reserve the right to change my mind.”

Lunch was largely uneventful as we returned to our normal selves. We laughed and shared office gossip. The hour passed quickly and we returned to work.

Work was uneventful and we left without further discussion about what had transpired before lunch. We wrapped up our work and left about 3:30.

The following week was very busy as our two colleagues were out the entire week. Annie and I had no further discussion bursa merkez escort about the previous Saturday until Thursday afternoon.

“Carl, I’ve been thinking about what happened Saturday. I want you to know I’m not sorry about what happened. I understand that things could get complicated, but…”

At that point, my phone rang. “Sorry, it’s the boss. Hold that thought.”

After a couple of minutes Annie sensed it would be a lengthy conversation and quietly left my office. I didn’t see her again before quitting time. Friday was very busy and we only had a chance to speak long enough to make plans to work again Saturday morning.

Steven and Janice were out again on Saturday so it was just the two of us again. We arrived about 7:30 and I started the coffee. We filled our coffee mugs and got to work. Without the usual weekday distractions, I made great progress. At 11:15, I walked over to Annie’s desk and found her chair empty. I walked back to my office and returned five minutes later, but still no Annie. I walked to the break room to get another cup of coffee and heard a noise in the storeroom. The door was cracked open so I peeked in.

I was totally unprepared for what I saw. Annie was leaning back in a chair. Her jeans were unzipped and her right hand was buried between her legs. Her thin white top was pushed up above her lacy white bra. Her left hand was under her right bra cup.

I’m sure my mouth dropped open. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop watching. Annie, lost in the throes of pleasure, had no idea I was standing there.

She pushed her bra cup aside and I could see her pinching her hard nipple. My hand moved to the front of my jeans and I began to rub my rapidly hardening cock. Annie moaned for the first time and her thumb and forefinger pulled on her right nipple.

I couldn’t help myself. I unzipped my zipper and freed my now fully erect cock. With my right hand, I slowly stroked the length of my cock. Shifting my feet, I bumped the door causing it to swing open.

Annie’s eyes popped open. For a brief moment, she looked horrified and then she smiled. “Carl, I don’t plan to stop. Why don’t you join me?”

Annie pulled down her jeans and panties, exposing her smooth pussy lips and the trimmed brown hair above. “Carl, please pull my jeans off.”

Picture me standing there with my hard cock sticking out of my open zipper as I slid Annie’s jeans off her legs. I tossed them aside and her legs parted showing me her spread lips. Her right index finger teased her clit as she looked at me. “Carl, why don’t you take off your jeans? I want a better look at that hard cock.”

I wasted no time in dropping my jeans to the floor and stepping out of them. “Carl, stroke that hard cock for me,” said Annie as she teased her clearly wet slit.

I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Annie alternately tease her clit and slide a finger inside her pussy. After a short while, Annie pushed two fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She slowly slid them out and offered them to me. “Want to taste me Carl?”

I wrapped my lips around and sucked the sweet juices. “Mmmm…you taste good enough to eat.”

“Then why don’t you Carl? Eat my pussy. But first I want you to take off your shirt and finish undressing me.”

My shirt hit the floor in an instant and I slipped her white top off leaving her clad only in her lacy white bra. Her hard nipples poked against the fabric. I reached around her and unhooked her clasp and then eased her bra slowly off her shoulders.

Her bursa sınırsız escort tits were magnificent. Large and rounded, probably a D cup and very firm for a woman in her 40’s. Her areola were medium sized and dark brown with hard nipples.

I positioned myself between her spread legs and teased her clit first with a kiss and then a long slow lick. Annie shuddered and moaned. As much as I wanted to eat her pussy, I had to introduce myself to the lovely breasts I had fantasized about for so long. Leaning forward I wrapped my lips around her right nipple and teased the tip with my tongue. My right hand drifted between her legs and traced her smooth, very wet lips causing Annie to squirm and moan softly.

It would have been easy to slide my cock into her wet slit and I was sure she would have no problem with that. After fantasizing about her for so long, I wanted to savor the moment without rushing. I softly sucked her nipple into my mouth while continuing to tease the tip with my tongue. My right index finger found her clit and softly rubbed it. Annie continued to move her hips as her breathing increased.

Not wanted it to feel left out, I shifted my attention to her left titty. My tongue slowly grazed her areola and circled the hard nipple. My right hand continued to slowly and softly play with her clit.

Annie purred, “Carl, please put your finger inside me.” I slowly eased my index finger into her wet hole. My finger slid in and out of her slowly as my teeth nibbled on her left nipple. Annie moaned, “Carl, put two fingers inside me. And finger fuck me hard and fast.”

My index and middle fingers moved quickly in and out of her dripping lips. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple as she moaned very loudly. I felt her body begin to tense as she pushed her pelvis against my fingers. She raised her ass and screamed loudly. “Oh Carl. My pussy is on fire. I can’t stop…I am cuuuuuummmmming.”

Her body shuddered as her ass bounced multiple times on the floor. She moaned, “Oooohhhhh…oooooohhhhh…,” before her body relaxed and she dropped to the floor. Annie closed her eyes as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Carl, I haven’t cum like that in a long time. And you know what else I haven’t had in a long time? It’s been too long since I have had a hard cock in my pussy. Fuck me Carl. I want your hard dick to fuck me now. I want to sit in your lap and ride your dick and make us both cum.”

Annie’s ample titties bounced as she stood up. Without another word, she steered me to the chair and pushed me to sit. She spread her legs to straddle mine and took my rigid cock in her right hand, guiding it to her juicy lips. She eased the head of my cock between her lips and very slowly engulfed my cock. As she did, she leaned forward and kissed me. Soft kisses at first and then her kisses became more urgent. Our tongues met as she began to ride me faster. My hands found her tits and pinched her aroused nipples. Annie moaned and began to ride me even harder. “Carl, another time I want to fuck you slow and easy. But right now I need you to fuck my pussy hard and fast. I want you to shoot hot cum in me. Just fuck me hard now.”

I held her hips and helped her rock her wet pussy on my cock. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back. I knew she was close as was I. She moaned, “Give it to me Carl. Fuck my pussy with your hard dick. Fill me with your cum and make me cum.” She moaned louder. “I’m going to cum on your dick. Fuck me. Cum in me.” Her body tensed and I knew she was there. Her pussy tightened on my cock and I couldn’t hold it back. I shot several streams of cum inside her as she continued to ride me. She screamed, “Oh fuck. I’m cummmmmmingggggg.”

Her body shook as she put her head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me as she melted into my arms.

It was at that moment we heard the office door open…

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In the spring of 1976 my wife and I had only been married about 7 or 8 months. We still had sex 5-10 times a week. We had sex most nights, usually twice each weekend days and occasionally a mid week mid afternoon round of lovemaking. Usually I was the one who initiated it. Jane was always ready but would very seldom take the lead.

One day her psychology class had a guest lecturer from the Criminal Justice Department. He was talking on Abnormal Sexual Behavior. I had heard the lecture before and knew parts of it were a bit risqué. I had no idea the effect it would have on Jane.

I was at our apartment studying when she got home from class. She dropped her books on the floor as soon as she entered the apartment. She then dropped her coat on the floor, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bedroom and said, “Come on lets fuck.” It surprised me to hear her talk like that. She was out of her clothes in nothing flat and jumped on the bed with her legs spread. She said come on hurry up fuck me. I stripped as quickly as I could. She wanted no foreplay. She was already very wet. I put her legs over my shoulders and rammed my cock into escort bursa her pussy hard. “FUCK ME HARD!” She yelled several times. I started pounding her pussy hard. It didn’t take long before I came. I think she may have had a mini orgasm. After I finished coming I pulled out of her and lay next to her. She kissed me and said, “Thank you. I needed that.” She then told me things about the lecture that got her very horny and she needed a fuck even if she did not come.

We had a couple hours before we had to be at work. We started kissing and feeling each other all over. I put one hand on her pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her sloppy wet hole and rubbed her clit with my thumb while sucking on her tits. I didn’t stop until she had cum twice. I then got on top of her with her legs over my shoulders and slowly entered her and started slowly fucking her. I was unable to reach her face to kiss her with her legs over my shoulders but I could see the lust in her face. She started fingering her clit and I sped up my thrusts. I knew I was close and when I felt her pussy start to squeeze my cock I let loose and flooded her pussy görükle escort with my cum. We relaxed on the bed for a while before taking showers and going to work in the dorm cafeteria. This was the first time my wife had ever taken the lead in us making love. It was 28 years later before she did it again.

JANUARY 2004

I was getting ready to go out of town to a training class for two weeks. The night before we had a crazy argument. I don’t even remember what it was about. I went to bed about 10PM lying on my side facing away from Jane.

About 1 AM I woke up when I felt her next to me. She laid one leg over me and I rolled onto my back. I pretended to be asleep. I didn’t realize it at the time but Jane had removed her pajama pants and panties and had fingered herself for a few minutes before lying next to me. Slowly so she would not wake me she worked her hand under my pajamas and rubbed my cock through my jockeys. Finally when I was rock hard she worked her hand through the opening in the front of the jockeys and I heard her complain that it was too tight. She then slowly slid her hand inside bursa eskort the waistband and tried to push my jockeys down. She then knew I was awake because I lifted my hips off the mattress so she could get my pajamas and underwear off. She then straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. She started slowly moving and tried to get a vibrator from beside the bed to use on her clit.

Finally I spoke and asked, “Do you want me to do that?” She rolled off me and onto her back. I was able to retrieve the vibrator. I gently touched the lower edge of her clit with the vibrator. Quickly her body reacted. She moaned lowly and her breathing became shallow and ragged before she let out a long moan and her body went stiff. I kept the vibrator on her clit till she pushed it away saying, “STOP………NO MORE!”

I then crawled on top of her and slowly entered her. I took my time enjoying the feeling of her hot wet pussy around my cock. When I finally picked up speed I rammed my cock into her hard and deep until I shot my cum deep inside her.

It was now nearly 2 AM. We apologized for whatever we had argued over and she said, “Lets go out and get something to eat.” The only place open at that hour anywhere near our house was an IHOP. We went out in 2-degree weather for an early breakfast or late Supper. We got home after 3 AM and slept late. So I got a late start on my 1,100 mile trip. But it was worth it.

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I see her at a party. It’s dark inside and she’s hard to see with all the flashing colours, but the light is attracted to her skin and her hair, and the way she moves. I’m barely through the door and she’s made an impression on me.

She’s wearing a skimpy little dress, black and shiny with thin shoulder straps, so into the music she’s dancing unselfconsciously, all arms and legs and swirling hair. I try to listen to my friends and concentrate on what they’re saying, but my eyes are drawn away to the dancefloor as she comes and goes and my mind is filled with images – her shoulders, jutting and shaking, and that lovely long neck, jugular showing, the little bumps where her collar bones push at the skin, blonde sheeny hair catching the light and emphasising all of her moves.

I see flashes of glossy red lips, and bright, sharp teeth. I see her shapely thighs changing their look in the strobes as they turn and move with the rhythms, and her deeply sensual body, flaring hips that flow into a just right waist, a little bump for a belly, like she’s just showing the first signs of pregnancy, and these cute little tits jiggling, all hinted at by the dress rather than flaunted. She’s a candle lighting up my imagination. She’s dreamy.

I try everything to get closer, even a trip to the dancefloor. Our eyes meet, once, twice, and I’m looking for sparks, but I can’t read her face. Whenever I try to get closer she merges into the dancing bodies and I can never quite catch up with her. I think she’s with her girlfriends, I haven’t seen a man anywhere near her other than in passing. I give up for the minute and go to get another drink, contenting myself myself with little glances.

I’m worried that she might leave so I keep half an eye on her and get chatting. I get mildly drunk and I’m enjoying myself with a woman called Sarah at the bar. She’s nice, friendly, but there’s no chemistry, so we’re just two drinkers having fun.

I see the dancer arrive at the bar over her shoulder. She’s with a man now, tall and well built, but I can’t see his face. She climbs up and perches on a barstool to talk to him and I catch a teeny flash of white from up inside of her dress. I carry on chatting and laughing with Sarah but the glimpse excites me and the dancer keeps catching my eye. She’s drunk and a little sloppy so her body is relaxed and natural looking, and while she’s talking her legs open and close slightly and I catch more flashes of her panties now and again.

The man she’s with is standing and keeps blocking out my view. He leans against the bar and she’s slumped down on the stool, elbows up on the surface, and she starts opening and closing her legs in a pretend languid, absent minded rhythm, giving me looks to make sure I’m seeing what she wants me to see.

So I’m staring, admiring her long, muscular thighs, all the way up inside her skirt where I see the white panties again and again until I’m transfixed, my mouth watering, no longer hearing the woman I’m with, and I look up to see her face and she’s staring right back at me. The man turns to see what she’s looking at and I return my attention to Sarah, but for what remains of the evening I feel the dancer looking at me every now and then, and taking her time over it.

It’s closing time. Everybody’s leaving and I’m at the cloak room getting my coat. On the way past she stumbles into me, drunk I guess, and clip clops in her heels along the corridor and out, her man in tow. She has that reeling drunken urgency a woman gets when she’s had one too many – or when she’s eager görükle escort for sex. My nostrils cling onto the smell of her, a waft of something expensive and subtle, utterly womanly. I see her hand pushing at the glass doors and she flashes an eye my way and she’s gone.

Sarah’s gone home with a girlfriend so I’m left alone. It’s raining and I get a taxi. During the ride my eyes fall out of focus and I imagine the man taking off her clothes, peeling them away slowly, and her kissing him. I picture her lips, all puckered up and glossed, sliding over his, and their tongues showing here and there.

I imagine his hands feeling all over her body, his fingers pushing down inside her white panties, and her kneeling, and licking, and sucking on him. I imagine her bending over and sliding off her pants, his swollen throbbing cock, pushing into her pussy, stretching her dripping wet pussy lips wider, open, sliding in and out of her… The passing streetlights sparkle orange on the rain spattered windows.

I get home and reach for my keys and I feel silk. It feels nice but I’m taken by surprise and I jerk my hand out of the pocket. I push it back in and explore the feel of whatever it is with my fingertips.

I draw out a pair of bunched up silky white panties and open them up in my hands to look at them, all damp and shiny, with a little red cherry embroidered on the front, the words cherry baby in red fancy writing. With my other hand I find my keys and I take her panties inside.

I stand in the hallway and look at them, and I remember back to her stumbling into me by the cloak room. She must have fumbled them into my coat pocket. I rub them with my fingers and look at them. I raise them up to my face, inhaling gently. I smell her perfume, and the deep, tangy must left on them by her moistness. I press them gently up against my nose and lips, and the feel of the silk on my skin starts me off getting turned on.

I open the panties out and find their crotch, and I hold them more firmly against my face, drawing her scent deep into my lungs, and I lick slightly, with the tip of my tongue, at the front. Her taste is in my mouth.

I imagine her there in the hallway, down on all fours, her arse angled upwards, her slim fingers sliding around to hold herself open so I can feast my eyes on her. She’s all wet, her fingertips slick and shiny, and her gaping pink hole glistens in its hairy little nest. She’s looking back at me, staring, breathing hard. She licks her lips.

I’m salivating, and I close my eyes and lick and suck at the panties in my hand, my penis swells and grows big and hard, throbbing with urgency. I unbutton the front of my trousers and take it out, still standing there, in the hall. My dick’s hot to the touch, and I run my cold fingers up and down the fleshy shaft. I breathe her, in through the soft fabric, and I feel for the quivering head, drawing back the foreskin and gripping myself more firmly, I masturbate, fast and hard, and before I come I run the sliding silk around my hard on and draw it lightly over the throbbing tip, over and over, slowing to prolong the ecstasy.

My eyes are tight shut and I’m seeing her, dancing, her arms and legs picking up the coloured light as she moves, flashes of teeth and eyes and hair, then on all fours and her pussy is shining and open like a hungry mouth, and I’m pushing into her, easing my way inside her warm, wet, tight little tunnel, and as I grasp the silky panties firmer around me, brushing them up and down my aching hard shaft, feeling their bursa merkez escort caresses against the undersides of the enlarged shiny glans and running them across my balls, my breathing stops and my penis swells to an impossibly large size.

I’m groaning from somewhere deep inside, god knows what the neighbours must think, groaning and moaning and panting, and thick wads of warm cum gush out of me and splash all over the hall floor and onto the clothes around my ankles. I gasp in air and stand there shuddering, milking every drop of semen out of me until I’m emptied, clinging on to the part imagined, part remembered images I have of her in my mind.

I clean up, and put on some coffee. I wash, and brush my teeth, and I take her panties with me when I go to bed. She has cast a spell on me. I lie in the darkness and breathe in her most intimate scent until sleep comes.

The week passes slowly and every evening I feel the agony of longing. The memories possess me and I’m driven to the bedroom to look for her panties in whatever part of the bed they were last abandoned. I’ve kissed and licked and chewed at every last trace of her scent until it’s faded away and now I feel cheated and forlorn. She obsesses me.

I try to picture her face and I see shiny lips, and white teeth, but her eyes elude me, always hidden away by her hair. I close my eyes and strip slowly, imagining her hands inside my shirt, her fingers pinching at my nipples and squeezing my chest, working their way downwards, unbuttoning my fly. Every night I lie awake with her panties clutched around my penis, their silkiness sending shivers through my stomach and my balls and I masturbate, sometimes slow, sometimes hard. And every evening I press them to my face and search for her scent in the material, mingling with mine.

Friday comes, and after work I visit the gym. I work hard and tone up, building up a concentrated sweat on the rowing machine, uninterested in the looks the women in their skimpy little gym outfits give me. At home I shower with the heat on high and allow the steaming water to ease out all of the knots. I brush my teeth thoroughly, put on nice underwear and smellies, and head out alone, taking a taxi back to the club.

I try not to get my hopes up. For all I know she’s struck up a relationship with the man she left with that night. They could be going steady by now. Something to eat, followed by a couple of drinks in town, followed by…

The club is jumping. They’ve got a big name dj in from America and he’s rocking the place with smooth mid-tempo house music, all sexy female vocals and mellow chord progressions. Women crowd the dance floor and while I’m waiting for my drink to arrive I scan the dancefloor hopefully. It’s 9.30 and there’s no sign of her. I look at the women dancing and admire a few of the beauties, out there, strutting their stuff, but nothing captivates me the way she did, nothing comes close. She’s bewitched me, and cursed me to a period of intense fantasy and nightly, unquenchable arousal – her panties her charm, her lock of hair.

I drink, I have a dance, and I drink some more. A woman gives me the eye, smiles at me, but I see only the dancer, the pictures in my mind, of her, distorted by my imagination into overtly sexual images, pinkness, hairyness, wetness. At midnight I’m thinking of leaving. I need her panties, in my hands, in my teeth, touching my skin, and I’m heading for the cloak room with lust showing in my eyes and face when she appears.

She’s bursa sınırsız escort with her friends, a little gang of them, all skin and fake tan, makeup and shiny little dresses – high heels. They’re good looking women, the dream team, sophisticated and dressed to kill, but I can see only her. She’s wearing a white top, kind of loose, hinting at the body underneath rather than revealing it, and figure hugging jeans so I see the shape of her thighs and her backside, and everything fits just right. Her arms are bare and I can see bronzed skin, reflecting the light, simple gold bangles jangling loose on her wrists. She has her hair tied back in a ponytail and I can see her face and her long slender neck.

They’re all pretty drunk and it’s funny watching them coming in, teetering on their heels and laughing. She sees me and she momentarily freezes. Her cheeks colour slightly and she flutters her eyelashes. She comes closer to me and I see her eyes, deep amber, big black pupils twinkling. Her lipstick is a subtle pink with a shade of gloss, her lips large and full, sexy curves. ‘Hi,’ she says.

‘Hi.’ Her friends pass by us in the hall, giggling, and I’m transfixed by those lovely amber eyes staring up at me.

‘Are you leaving already?’ she asks, and her teeth attract my eyes, so bright and white, small and neat, sharp looking and deliciously carnivorous. I think wolf, and as if she can read my mind she licks her lips and I glimpse the moist pink tip of her tongue as she slides it over her bottom lip. ‘Did you like my present?’

‘Like it,’ I say, ‘I loved it. Thankyou,’ and despite her taunting grin I hold her eyes. I can smell her, close to and real, and for a moment I’m tempted to close my eyes. She’s wearing a different perfume this evening, overwhelmingly sexual and deep, and I can see her chest where the little top opens out, bronzed like her arms, little breasts making a nice perky shape at the front and her nipples showing slightly where they’re pressed up against the thin material. I could drink her. Underneath she has on a black bra, straps visible through the top. ‘Would you like a drink?’ I ask.

She laughs out loud, ‘Jeez, what took you so long?’ and she takes my hand and leads me back through into the main room.

We drink and we dance and she tests me out by flirting some with other men on the dancefloor, but her eyes stay on me, and she keeps coming back and leading me over to the bar to get her a refill, and at leaving time we’re both more than a little bit tipsy. Outside the club she says goodbye to her friends and they all hug and kiss and exchange little looks and glances over at me and taxis carry them away. I hail one for us, me and her, and ask her would she like to come back to my place for coffee.

She gets up on tiptoes and her lips brush against my ear. ‘Mmm,’ she says, ‘Irish?’

I try to remember have I got any cream in. I think I have so I nod and say, ‘Irish.’

In the taxi she leans over and whispers, ‘Since you liked looking at them so much I thought I’d make a little gift of them to you,’ and she fixes those big amber eyes on me. ‘What did you do with them?’

I smile and look out of the window. I can feel her studying me in the dim interior light. ‘Tell me,’ she says. She puts her hand on my thigh and leans forward and fixes her eyes on mine. ‘Tell me,’ she says again, her mouth slightly open so I feel her breathing on my face and smell warm, sweet alcohol. ‘What did you do with my little silky panties?’

I see the taxi driver looking at us in the mirror. I smile at her and say, ‘I can do better than that,’ and she puts her head to one side. ‘I can show you, when we get in.’ She grins and nods, ‘OK,’ she says, and flops back in her seat, her long legs crossed so I see the deep curve of their undersides, a nice looking shoe dangling from a dainty little foot.

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Her soft lips upon his felt so good. He moaned softly as she pressed deeper against him, resting between his legs after pleasuring him. Her bare form rubbed against his legs and chest as she leaned into him, her lips hungry against his own. He slid his hands down her arms, grasping her gently and pulling her closer. He stood up suddenly, sweeping her up into his arms as he rose from his seat. She smiled up at him and her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his bed. He placed her gently on the rumpled surface of the soft comforter.

He stood looking down at her as she lay on his bed. Her soft skin pale and translucent as she gazed up at him with jade green eyes. His only thought was getting close to her, to feel that skin against his skin, to look into those eyes with his eyes, to feel her responding to his every touch. She smiled up at him as he gazed at her and he noticed the hint of wickedness at the corners of her overripe lips. Suddenly she sank back into the nest of blankets and pillows and held out her arms to him. He sank down into her depths, his lips finding hers as bare skin slid across bare skin. His hands find hers and the fingers bursa escort intertwine as he pushes them gently up over her head, spreading her out before him. A soft moan escapes her lips as she is stretched fully beneath him. Slowly his lips slide from hers and across her cheek, pausing to nibble and lick at her earlobe. His warm breathes trailing down across her neck to the delicate collarbone. His teeth scrape gently across the skin there.

Her body squirms beneath him as his lips slowly start kissing the curve of her breast. The full mounds tremble with her movements, their rosy peaks perking as his soft kisses continue. She stiffens under him when his mouth covers one of the pulsing points and slowly sucks her into the warmth. His teeth scrape suggestively across the nub and he bites softly. Her back arches up against him as the sensations at her breast drive her desire higher and higher. He suckles at her breast for some minutes before licking a trail across her chest to her other rosy peak. His mouth covers the tip and he sucks it into his mouth. Her soft moan fills the room and entices him to move further down her body with his lips.

His bursa escort bayan hands gently stroke the flat plain of her belly as his kisses barely brush across the vulnerable skin there. His tongue dips into her navel and he grins as she wiggles beneath him from the sensations created there. She reaches down and strokes her fingers through his hair as his mouth continues to nibble and kiss her belly and across her hips. Her breathing becomes more anxious as he pauses and gazes up at her face, his eyes searching hers before he lowers his mouth once more to her wanting body. The feel of his soft breath against her mound just before his lips press a soft kiss there cause her to writhe in pleasure. His hands strokes down the length of her thighs as he raises his mouth from her most intimate place.

Slowly her legs fall open, revealing to his hungry eyes her moist pussy, the lips glistening with her juices. She closes her eyes as she feels his breath close again as he examines the delicate gift before him. The first touch of his tongue as it moves along her slit causes her to stiffen slightly before she moans görükle escort bayan and melts beneath the strokes. He can taste her desire with every stroke of his tongue and it causes him to want her more. He gathers the sweet honey on his tongue, delving deeper into her folds. She encourages him with her soft sighs and moans, her body moving against his mouth and tongue. As the tip of his tongue nudges the bud of her desire, he feels her fingers in his hair, clutching and stroking as she entices him onward.

He sucks her clit into his mouth and gently rolls it with his tongue. Her hips arch up off the bed as she cries out. Release is imminent and the response drives him to continue. He lifts one hand and uses his thumb to rub slow circles around her sensitive clit as his tongue dives deep into the depths of her pussy. Her juices flow freely into his mouth, covering his lips and his tongue. The steady rhythm he finds soon results in her entire body trembling beneath him as she cries out again and explodes in her release. He gently licks her pussy clean of its juices before slowly pulling back and looking up into her eyes. She looks down at him, a soft giggle escaping her lips. His mouth, nose and chin are shiny with her juices and his grin spreads across his face. As he slowly slides his body back up to press against hers, she whispers in his ear what a lovely homecoming it was. His tender smile and sweet kiss promise her there is more to come.

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Eva knew she had to talk to them. She had been hiding away from Linda and Rebecca since they walked in on her group sex session with her male friends. The experience had opened up a new part of her sexual desires and she had become overwhelmed with a new urge – to get down on her knees in front of them and let her tongue devour their most intimate parts. It was the crude truth. The idea of licking her friends’ pussies had come to completely preoccupied her mind and she knew now that it wouldn’t go away. She wanted to open up to her female friends and talk about the slutty side that she had been discovering. This wasn’t all easy though, especially since she now had developed this urge to be a slut for them too.

She wasn’t all comfortable about this, but she knew that ignoring it wasn’t an option. It had made her distance herself even more from her friends. Weighing up the situation, she rationalized that the best way forward was to talk to them about what they had seen and then hopefully find a way to let them know what she now wanted. Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen? Many years ago, Linda had come on to her and it really hadn’t been a big drama when Eva turned her down. They were good friends of hers. If they were to turn down her offer, it would no doubt be awkward and even painful, but they would all soon get over it. Rebecca would surely tease her about it for a long time to come, but Eva could take that.

She decided to call Linda.

“Hello?” Linda answered and Eva could hear the sound of traffic in the background.

“Hi Linda, it’s me.”

“Oh, hi Eva. I was hoping you would call me soon.”

Eva was happy to hear her friend’s voice. Linda had always been such a good friend and whatever happened, she knew it would stay that way.

“Yeah, sorry,” Eva replied, thinking that she didn’t really have a good excuse and decided to bend the truth a bit. “I just got kind of busy. You know, with work and things.”

She was sure Linda knew she wasn’t being all honest and she was thankful that her friend didn’t call her on it.

“So,” Linda continued. “Is everything OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Eva said, making her best to sound reassuring. “I was just hoping I could see you and Rebecca and…”

Eva paused for a second and then giggled nervously.

“You know – talk about the other night,” she continued.

Much to Eva’s relief, her friend chuckled slightly too. Eva was nervous that Linda would be judgmental about the activities with the guys and while this was clearly more of a polite laugh, Eva felt somewhat hopeful that her friend could perhaps at least think of the whole thing as a funny episode. That’s a good start.

“Yeah, I would love to Eva,” Linda replied. “I’m just on my way to the airport though.”

Eva now remembered that Linda had mentioned going away on a business trip.

“But if you need to talk, I’ll cancel the trip,” Linda continued with a concerned tone.

Eva smiled to herself, thinking that this was typical for Linda. She was always there for her.

“No, don’t worry about it,” Eva said. “I’m fine really. When will you be back?”

Linda told her that she would be back in a few days and after Eva reassured her that she really was fine and that there was no emergency, they made plans to catch up during the weekend. Eva then texted Rebecca to make sure she too would be available. Eager to talk to her friends, she thought briefly about meeting up with Rebecca earlier, but she figured it was best to talk to the both of them at the same time. She had picked up on a vibe that they might be having an affair and she didn’t want to complicate things by opening up to just one of them. She had been complicating things too much lately.

Rebecca wrote back straight away.

Hey you dirty girl! 😉

Love to catch up, need to get the gossip!

At least Rebecca already seemed to think the whole thing was mostly funny. Eva chuckled to herself, thinking that Rebecca was right. She really was a dirt girl – and she was proud of it. Would her friends allow her to be a dirty girl for them too?

She was bummed though that she couldn’t talk to them straight away. She knew that it would now keep her mind occupied for the week and she couldn’t afford another work disaster like she just had. Also, as much as she had loved the episode on the train, she knew she shouldn’t risk getting overwhelmed like that again. So to keep herself sane, she pleasured herself several times a day for the rest of the week, mostly fantasizing about Linda and Rebecca. To keep her head straight at work, she even had to take breaks and sneak into the bathroom to masturbate whenever the erotic thoughts started to distract her. She wasn’t sure she was exactly her normal smart self at work, but at least Maria, her boss and mentor, didn’t mention any more problems.

It seemed like every time she allowed herself to touch herself to the thoughts of being with her female friends, the idea bursa escort was further manifested. At one point she stood naked in front of a mirror and masturbated to her own image, thinking about how she would be seen through her friends eyes if they saw her in that position. Looking at her own pussy in the mirror, she wondered what her friends’ might look like. She visualized them naked, fantasizing about being allowed to taste their sweet sexes. She imagined herself on her knees with her face between one of her friends legs.

At the end of the week she was very eager to see them, feeling increasingly both nervous and excited. When Saturday finally arrived, they made plans to catch up in a park. Eva thought that meeting them on neutral ground sounded like a good idea. She also realized it was actually a very nice day outside and before getting in the shower, she laid out a pair of jeans shorts and a tank top. She decided a bra wouldn’t be necessary, half subconsciously hoping she could show off a bit to her friends. For the same reason, she trimmed her pubes in a narrower strip than normally during her shower. She slipped on a pair of black panties, and the feeling of the laze against her naked lips sent shivers through her body. She felt very naughty as she proceeded to get dressed.

She found her friends on a park bench in the shade. Eva thought to herself that Rebecca’s red hair made her easy to find. Always perfectly flowing, her curls contrasted beautifully against the white blouse she was wearing, and the short, bright green skirt made her even easier to spot. Linda was wearing a summer dress with red and yellow flower patterns on it and the two of them looked like a bright and colorful mix.

Her friends seemed to be chatting along but when they spotted her, they turned their attention to her and silently watched her approach. Eva had butterflies in her stomach, feeling increasingly nervous about how her friends would act towards her. Rebecca was waving at her and seemed to be amused to see her, whereas Linda observed her with a concerned, almost pitying look.

“Oh hi Eva,” Rebecca said, grinning widely. “Did you have fun at your birthday party?”

Eva blushed slightly at the blunt insinuation, but she knew this type of jokes was typical for Rebecca.

“Yeah, I suppose I did,” Eva replied, laughing nervously as she sat down in the grass in front of them.

Linda smiled too at Rebecca’s insinuation, but it was a much more reserved smile.

“So…” Eva said, looking mainly at Linda. She wasn’t sure what to say, and while she tried to act casual, she could feel her heart beating rapidly.

“So…,” Linda repeated, clearly also having trouble to find the right words.

There was a bit of an awkward silence before Rebecca broke it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Look, Linda here,” she said, holding out her hand to point at her brunette friend beside her, “she is worried that you perhaps were tricked into doing something you might not really have wanted and now regret. I told her that obviously wasn’t the case, but can you please just tell her she doesn’t have to worry so we can move the fuck on? I for one want to hear all the dirty details.”

Rebecca could be very straight to point like this. Sometimes Eva thought she was borderline insensitive and rude, but now she was very thankful that her redhead friend took charge and moved things along. She was also glad that at least Rebecca didn’t seem to judge her for what she had seen. She was more worried about Linda though.

“Of course I wasn’t tricked into it,” Eva said with a confidence that surprised herself. She knew Linda was just looking out for her, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit mad about the idea that she had been taken advantage off. The guys would never do that and Eva felt she had to defend their honor.

“Do you really think John, Eric or Daniel would do that?” she started and then went on to answer her own question, feeling increasingly aggravated. “Of course they wouldn’t. If anything, I took advantage of them. I made them fuck me because I really wanted to and it felt great. I’ve done it before and I damn well hope I’m going to do it again! It makes me feel amazing and I am not going to feel ashamed about it, OK?!”

Eva realized that she wasn’t just defending the guys, but also herself. Rebecca started laughing frantically at her little rant and Linda held up her hands in a gesture to show that she gave up.

“OK, OK! I believe you.”

Linda and Eva first remained silent as Rebecca continue to laugh but soon they too burst out laughing. It relieved the tension and Eva was again getting hopeful she could make Linda see things her way.

“Yeah, I’ve been telling her you really seemed to be enjoying yourself,” Rebecca said, her eyes running from laughing so hard. “I’m pretty sure we even saw you coming right there in front of us, right?”

Eva blushed, unprepared for this direct question.

“Yes, I did actually,” Eva said and felt a sudden escort bursa rush of excitement run through her body as she remembered her friends seeing her in that compromised position. She watched them with increasingly sultry eyes, both hoping and fearing that they could see the excitement growing inside her.

“What did you mean you took advantage of them?” Linda asked, now looking a bit more curious than concerned.

Eva actually wasn’t sure exactly why she had said that herself – it had just felt right during her little rant. She figured she could use it as a means to be a bit flirtatious.

“Well, you know. Who could resist all this?” she said confidently and wiggled her upper body, drawing attention to her perky little tits. Looking down she could see that the outline of her erect nipples were quite visible through the fabric of her top. Rebecca looked at Eva’s tits, chuckling and nodding her head.

“You go, girl!” she said in what appeared to be a mixture of mocking and honest encouragement.

Eva could see that Linda was looking at her tits too, but the brunette quickly diverted her eyes when Eva looked at her. Eva was pretty sure she could see Linda blushing slightly and she interpreted this as a sign that her friend was still secretly lusting for her body. She couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just her mind playing tricks on her, but she knew Linda at one point wanted her sexually and the thought that the ship hadn’t necessarily sailed filled her with a warm, erotic feeling of anticipation. Perhaps she could get what she wanted.

“So, it wasn’t the first time you were gangbanged, huh?” Rebecca asked, obviously curios to get some details.

Eva felt a jolt of excitement run through her body at her friend’s question. She had indeed been gangbanged and hearing Rebecca talking about it in those terms made Eva feel like she could start opening up about her slutty side. She blushed slightly, but she also felt confidence building inside her. She looked Rebecca directly in the eyes.

“No, it wasn’t the first time at all. Lately, I’ve…” Eva paused briefly and thought about how to put it. She decided to be brazen. “I’ve made them fuck me about once a month.”

Eva even subtly gasped at her own sentence. It was such an exciting feeling of liberation to be able to start speaking openly about her experiences. Rebecca grinned at her, amused to hear her friend speak in the same direct manner as herself. Linda on the other hand shook her head in disbelief, but Eva was pleased that at least her friend didn’t react particularly negatively.

“So are you like dating anyone of them now?” Rebecca continued her questioning.

“Yeah,” Linda added on. “Is this like a fantasy for your boyfriend or something? I heard some guys are in to this sort of thing.”

Eva sighed at Linda’s remark. Obviously Linda still had a hard time grasping that it was all happening on Eva’s own terms.

“Well Linda, I’m sure they all are in to it” Eva said, trying her best not to sound condescending. “Otherwise they wouldn’t do it, right? But for your information, I’m always the one initiating it. I let them know that I want them to fuck me, and so far they have all been up for it every time. You have to get over the idea that I would do this for any other reason than my own, OK?”

Eva paused, making an effort to not get worked up again.

“But no, I’m not dating anyone of them. I’m actually really happy about being single at the moment. Who got time for a serious relationship, right?”

Eva thought she could see her friends exchanging glances. She wasn’t sure what to make of it though.

“Then again,” she continued with a smirk on her face. “I guess you could say I’m dating all of them. I just cram all the dating into one evening. One really hot evening.”

Even Linda giggled at this.

“So you just tell them you want them to come over and fuck you?” Rebecca asked.

“Sometimes, but it varies. Sometimes I make plans for them to come over. It’s like a date night, I guess. Other times I just make them follow me home after a night out. And then there are times when we just have to wait until the other guest leave, but that apparently can be risky, if you know what I mean.”

The girls all laughed.

“Maybe lock the door next time?” Linda said.

“Well, unless you want to get caught, that is,” Rebecca added.

It was clear that the kick Eva had got from them seeing her hadn’t been lost on Rebecca. Eva felt slightly humiliated by her friend calling her on it, but also excited. Perhaps Rebecca would eventually allow her to expose herself even further. The redhead seamed to get excited by Eva’s stories so she figured the best thing would be to continue sharing her experiences with the guys.

“I guess the only rule is that it has to be all three of them. Like I said, I guess I’m kind of dating all of them. A girl can get used to the attention of three men at once.”

“I bet you can,” Rebecca responded bursa escort bayan and Eva was sure she could see some excitement in her green eyes. “Then what do you do?”

“Sometimes I strip in front of them, other times they undress me. I must say I really love the feeling of being naked in front of all of them. I guess I’ve become a bit of an exhibitionist and it’s such a kick to have them desire me.”

Eva felt proud of admitting to all of this, and she was pleased that both of her friends seemed to be looking her up and down now. She interpreted this like they were imagining what she might look like when she was all exposed in front of the guys. Feeling bit brave, Eva pushed her chest out as a subtle invite for them to keep looking. Rebecca gave her a knowing smirk and Eva once more got the feeling she was on to her. Linda again blushed when Eva looked back at her and diverted her eyes. It was obvious for Eva that Linda was desiring her and she thought it was cute that her friend was trying to be discreet about it. She felt that this lust for her petite body gave her some power, much like it did with the guys.

As if trying to divert attention from herself, Linda cleared her throat and continued to interrogate Eva.

“So, you say that you do all this on your own terms, right?”

“Yes, I most certainly do,” Eva replied patiently.

“But when we accidentally walked in on you, I heard you calling yourself a slut,” Linda continued. “Do you think of yourself as a slut?”

“Well, yes I do actually,” Eva said and looked confidently straight into Linda’s questioning eyes. “It certainly isn’t all I am, but sometimes I really am a slut Linda – and I love it. It feels great to be able to live out this side of me. I know it might be hard for you to understand, but I really wish you would just accept it, OK?”

It felt great to talk about this with the girls and Eva was making herself more and more excited as she carried on.

“When I’m with them, they sure make feel like I am their little slut, but only when I want to be. They are really respectful about it and make me feel amazing. It’s like I’m their slut queen!”

Linda and Rebecca both stared at her with open mouths, clearly somewhat shocked from hearing their little friend talk this way about herself. Still, Eva was sure she could see lust in their eyes too. She was tempted to go on and tell them about the best part of it all, which to Eva was when they covered her face with cum. She however decided to hold off with that part. She felt that she was perhaps getting Linda to see things her way and she didn’t want to scare her off by telling her everything. Also, it was just such a rush to finally be able to talk about her slutty activities with the girls and she kind of wanted to savor this feeling. By giving them a little at the time, she figured she could get more kicks out of it. She knew she would have to tell them eventually, but not just yet.

“I know you worry Linda, but the guys treat me really well, both during our sessions and afterward. That’s the great thing about doing it with friends you can trust. I can allow close friends to treat me like a little slut when I want to, and still know they will treat me with respect after.”

Eva hoped that the girls would perceive it as an invite. If they wanted to, she would definitely allow them to treat her as a slut too. She could see that Rebecca raised an eyebrow, again indicating that the redhead was picking up on Eva’s hints, but Linda seemed oblivious to it all.

“I suppose you know what you’re doing,” Linda said. “But don’t you think it’s at least a bit more complicated than that? You know, you as a woman wanting to be a slut for a group of men?”

“But I’m not a slut for men, Linda. I am a slut for those that I chose to be a slut for. The fact that they are men has got nothing to do with it.”

This wasn’t completely true. She did love the attention of men and she particularly loved the special feeling that she got when they showed their desire by shooting their cum on her slutty little face. But now she really desired to let out that slut before her female friends too and she was hoping Linda would pick up on this invite. The brunette did look at her curiously but she didn’t push it further.

Eva started thinking that perhaps Linda didn’t make any advances because she and Rebecca were involved. It was also possible she had read the signs all wrong, and Rebecca might not even be into the idea of sex with women. She figured that if there was any chance of her getting what she wanted, she had to find out about that first.

“Can I ask you guys a question,” Eva started and continued before she got a reply. “Last weekend, when you guys left, you said something along the lines of the two of you having a party of your own. What was that about?”

“Well Eva,” Rebecca started, “since you’ve been so open with us, I think we should be honest with you too. Right Linda?”

“Right,” Linda responded, not exactly sounding thrilled about the change of subject.

“You’re not the only one who’s been having wild sex,” Rebecca said and looked rather flirtatiously at Eva. “Linda and I occasionally get together…”

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Rachel lugged the last of her bags to her room on the fifth floor of one of the dormitories at the Gorham campus of the University of Southern Maine. The bedroom was fairly large, larger than Randy’s dorm at Miskatonic. It had to be, to accommodate the two beds on opposing walls in the room.

The thought of having to share a room for the next nine months, with a total stranger, annoyed her.

“It’ll be just my luck to wind up with some ditzy, skinny, blonde bitch, born with a silver spoon in her mouth and oozing that nauseating ‘party girl’ attitude that’s all the rage,” she had muttered to her mother, when she got the letter stating that her application for a single room had been turned down.

She was ready to give up any hope of being able to study in peace anywhere other than the library. Rachel had resolved to completely absorb herself in her school work, when she couldn’t visit Randy.

The thought of her lover made brought a heavy sigh from her lips. She had only been away from him for two days, and she missed him already. Actually, it had only taken her two hours to miss him. She couldn’t wait until she could run her fingers through his long, black hair. She longed to gaze into his dark, almond-shaped eyes, kiss his lips, see him smile the way he always did when they were together. And she ached to make love to him. She wiped the tears away as she began unpacking.

“If I can just throw myself into my studies,” she told herself, “I’ll be too busy to miss him.”

She knew that she’d have a hard time convincing herself of that, but she felt that she had to try. She could either sit there on the bed in a funk, missing Randy, or start unpacking in a funk, still missing Randy. At least the latter option would put the time to some productive use. She was going to miss Randy, no matter what she was doing. Sighing, she grabbed the first of her bags and hauled it up onto the bed she had decided to claim for her own, and began unpacking, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

* * * * * * *

“Hello?” a soft voice at the door into the hallway startled her out of her lonely thoughts, and her body jerked, spinning around abruptly.

Sorry to scare you like that, m’amie,” the voice said with a heavy New Orleans accent. “This is room five-nineteen, no?”

“Yes,” Rachel sighed again — this time in relief.

“Then I’m in the right place,” the girl smiled, entering the room and extending her free hand. “I’m La’Tonya Morse, and you must be my new roommate.”

“I sure hope so,” Rachel said, betraying her relief. “I’m Rachel Tarunen, pleased to make your acquaintance!” Rachel shook La’Tonya’s hand vigorously.

“Likewise, m’amie! Likewise! I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to share a room with some skinny white bitch with her head up her bony ass!”

Contrary to her earlier dread, Rachel’s apparent roommate was a large girl — bigger, even, than she was. Her skin was the color of melted chocolate, and her round, smiling face was framed by long, curly hair. Most striking, though, were her large, round green eyes.

“Me too!” Rachel said with a laugh. “So what’s your major?”

“Archaeology, actually; minorin’ in mythology,” La’Tonya said. “And you?”

“Education; I’m studying to be a teacher.”

“Good for you, girl!” La’Tonya said. “When I arrived, you were lookin’ like you were missin’ someone. Got a lucky man waitin’ for you, at home?”

Rachel nodded and handed La’Tonya a picture of Randy and herself together.

“Mmmmm, mmmm!” La’Tonya said. “Now there’s a good lookin’ man. You two look so cute, together.”

She looked up from the photograph, saw Rachel’s downcast face, and gave her a warm hug.

“I’m sorry, m’amie. I didn’t mean to make it harder for you. How far away is he?”

“Just down in Arkham,” Rachel shrugged her shoulders listlessly.

“Don’ mean much, hon,” La’Tonya shook her head. “Me? I’m from N’awlins.”

“About two, two and a half hours,” Rachel explained with a brief, apologetic smile.

“You ‘fraid he’s gon’ fin’ himself somebody new, while you’re away?”

“A little, I guess,” Rachel sighed. “He promised he’d wait, but…”

“He your first, cher?” La’Tonya asked her softly.

Rachel nodded, wordlessly, and La’Tonya smiled, turning the photograph back toward Rachel.

“He’ll wait, m’amie. You can see how much he loves you, in this picture.” Her eyes bored into Rachel’s as she added, “You two will be together again; I just know it deep in my heart.”

“I hope so, La’Tonya . . . I hope so.”

“It ain’t gon’ be easy, cher; I ain’t gon’ kid you. But any man who’s lookin’ like that in your company is probably gon’ love you, even when he’s lyin’ in the grave.”

Rachel found that she liked La’Tonya immediately. She was disarmed by this woman’s easy demeanor and quick wit, not to mention her bright smile. She also had to admit that her new roommate was gorgeous. La’Tonya was dressed simply, but in a way that served to accentuate her ample curves rather than hide them. She admired the way La’Tonya seemed bursa escort to carry herself with pride and grace. It was obvious the woman didn’t give a damn what people thought of her. Rachel envied that, in her new friend, and wished that she could be that way.

As La’Tonya lugged her bags into the room, Rachel couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to slink when she walked, how her pants hugged the curves on her wide hips. She found herself becoming a little turned on, much to her confusion. How could she be so aching for Randy, and yet find the tingles of arousal beginning within her as she watched her new roommate move?

Likewise, La’Tonya was admiring Rachel.

“Easy ’nuff to see what her beau sees, in her,” she thought, watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye as she hoisted a bag onto the low dresser. “Them eyes, so deep and expressive…a man could get lost in them, easy. A woman, too, for that matter. And I wouldn’t mind being able to make my hair look like hers, all soft and wavy and sexy, once in awhile!”

She averted her gaze, pretending to be giving the room a good looking-over, when Rachel cast a brief glance at her. Then, looking back at her new roommate, she saw the woman give her a slow, soft smile. She had the cutest little dimples, in her chubby cheeks, when her face lit up like that. ‘Yep,’ La’Tonya thought to herself, ‘this girl’s a doll; too bad she’s attached.’

La’Tonya had always been attracted to women as well as men. In fact, when she had lost her virginity, it had been to her best girlfriend — long before she ever had sex with a man. It wasn’t something that she made an issue of. She didn’t wear her sexuality as a badge of pride, or use it to attract men, nor did she make any effort to hide it. It was simply a part of who, and what, she was. She refused to allow either her sexual preferences — or her race — to define who she was, as a person, and she detested anyone else’s attempts to do so on her behalf.

“Hey — I’m biracial and bisexual; so what?” was her standard response whenever someone tried to put her in a specific mold.

La’Tonya found herself attracted to Rachel almost from the moment she laid eyes on the woman, but it didn’t appear there was much of a chance for anything happening between them — not with Rachel having that gorgeous man in her life. She wasn’t a home-wrecker. Likewise, she didn’t want Rachel’s boyfriend pressuring either one of them into a threesome.

“Not that I’d mind a threesome with the two of them,” she allowed herself the mental chuckle, along with a fleeting image of the three of them going at it. Threesomes could be truly marvelous experiences, but only if they began naturally, spontaneously — never forced. When you forced a three-way coupling, someone was bound to get hurt. She already thought enough of her new roommate — and, by extension, her beau — that she didn’t want that happening. No, she’d settle for having someone like Rachel as a roommate and potential friend. It would make her stay in Maine so much more pleasant.

Of course, if some twist of fate led to Rachel and her man splitting — or even if Rachel showed a bit of interest in some girl-girl magic to ease the lonely nights between his visits, she wouldn’t object. La’Tonya highly doubted that would happen, though; a picture speaks a thousand words, after all, and it was plain to see, in that photograph. ‘The sight’ ran in the women in her family, and she’d seen beyond what most folks would see, in that picture. If there was such a thing as destiny, Rachel and her beau were meant to be together.

“I take it your folks have met your guy?” she asked, as she unzipped the bag and began to shove clothing into various dresser-drawers.

“You could say that,” Rachel sighed plaintively, grabbing the last of her bags and performing much the same task.

“Sounds like there’s a ‘but—’ lyin’ in wait, there, cher.”

“You could say that, too!” Rachel grimaced. “They were polite enough, while he was there. The moment he left, though, they started telling me how much they didn’t approve of him.”

“What?!” La’Tonya asked, incredulously. “Was it his hair, or the tats, or both?”

“That was Mom’s problem. She thinks that just because he has long hair, and plays guitar in a band, he’s bad news. She didn’t get that he’s devoted to his family, his studies, and me. The tats? Well, that was just too much, for her. She’s got this notion that anyone with tattoos is a bad person. Of course, the couple that my dad got, when he was in the military, are some sort of exception to that rule. I guess it’s a good thing she hasn’t seen me naked, in the last few months. I wonder what she’d say, about mine!”

La’Tonya did her best to keep her expression sympathetic, not wanting the delicious little thrill she felt, at learning that her sexy roommate had one or more pieces of skin art, to intrude on the talk.

“And what about your pa?” she asked.

Rachel looked at La’Tonya frankly and said, “It’s because he isn’t white, at least not completely.”

La’Tonya’s bursa escort bayan face contorted with anger. Of all the things in this world worth hating, she loathed racists the most . . . racists of all colors. She’d gotten it from both sides, in her eighteen years of life: white racists hated her because she was part black, and black racists hated her because she wasn’t all black. And most everyone disliked her because, as her mother always said, she was too smart for her own good. Of course, her mother always followed that by telling her to keep it that way, and not to dumb herself down for any reason.

“What about his folks? Do they like you?”

“They all seem to adore me, and the feeling is mutual,” Rachel said with a smile.

“Well, that’s a good thing, cher. You got one family that loves you. Don’ matter, if it ain’t the one you had from birth. You two stay together, they’ll either come ’round, or they won’t. Either way, you ain’t gon’ have to live with ’em!”

“True enough,” Rachel grinned, her mood lightening somewhat.

“Anyways, girl,” La’Tonya said, “we gotta get this place fixed up so we can hit the hay. Can’t be a slacker, now can we?”

Rachel laughed and looked at the clock, which read ’10:00 PM’. “Shit, you’re right!” she said.

The two women finished getting their room ready, passing the rest of the night with small talk before winding down for the night.

* * * * * * *

The week went by quickly, for Rachel. She found that she really enjoyed her classes, and her roommate, La’Tonya, was an absolute delight. Slowly, she began looking forward to the rest of the year. In between classes, she’d check her email to see if Randy got in touch with her, but day after day went by with no results. On Friday afternoon, she tried calling his cell phone, only to get a recording informing her that the cellular number she had dialed had been disconnected. She got the same result when she tried calling his dorm. She began getting worried about him, and hoped nothing happened to him.

As a last-ditch effort, she called her house.

“Have you seen or heard anything, from Randy, Mom?” she asked, when her mother answered the phone.

There was a moment of dead silence, at the other end.

“Mom?” she said, fear creeping into her voice.

“You didn’t hear, did you?” her mother told her, with a heavy voice.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Rachel said, her voice raising in pitch slightly.

After another period of silence, her mother said, “He’s been seeing someone else, Rachel . . . I’m so sorry you had to hear it from me…”

“WHAT?!” Rachel roared. “You better be fucking kidding me, Mother.”

“I wish I were, sweetie,” her mother said with a sigh, “I wish I were.”

“Are you sure it was him?” Rachel asked, desperation creeping in her voice.

“I . . . ” her mother’s voice trailed off. “I found a picture . . . I sent it to your email.”

Rachel ran to her computer and pulled up the email her mother sent. She’d been too intent on seeing a message from Randy, to look at the file of family messages. The photo was embedded, not attached, which explained why it hadn’t shown up in her downloads file. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open, unable to form words, as she took in the image on the screen.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel,” her mother’s voice broke the silence.

“I’ve gotta go, Mom,” Rachel said flatly. “Love you.”

Rachel shut the phone off without waiting for a response, then sank on her bed in a daze. After a moment she collapsed, hugging her pillow, and cried harder than she ever had in her entire life.

La’Tonya had just stepped off the elevator when she heard the wail of ultimate anguish coming from their room.

“Mon deiu!” she muttered as she ran to the door, practically ramming it open.

She was greeted by the sight of her friend with her face buried in her pillow, sobbing and screaming into it alternately. “What happened?” she said, stroking Rachel’s hair.

“Check my email,” Rachel managed to croak. She was unable to form the words, to tell her. How could she? She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself, and deep down, she still couldn’t believe it.

La’Tonya walked to Rachel’s desk and looked at her laptop. Outlook Express was still open, as was the message from Rachel’s mother, with an empty subject line. There was a brief paragraph of text, Rachel’s mother explaining how sorry she was that she had to bring this piece of news to her daughter’s attention, and an embedded photograph. The image was a bit grainy, as though taken by a camera-phone, and in poor lighting. Still, there was no mistaking the central figure in the photo as being anyone other than Randy. The skin art on his arm and shoulder were plainly visible. And, as the text indicated, the photo caught him in the arms of another woman. Judging by the pie-eyed look on Randy’s face, in the photo, he was apparently quite drunk. The woman in the photo was the polar opposite of Rachel: skinny, blonde, and dressed like a whore.

“Fils escort bursa d’une chienne!” La’Tonya cursed under her breath.

La’Tonya stared at the photo, rubbing her eyes occasionally, making the effort to blink. No matter what she did, the photo didn’t change. It was Randy with that stupid look on his face, with some floozy hanging off him with his ear in her mouth. She had to close the window and fold the laptop before she put her fist through the screen.

She moved softly over to Rachel’s bed and sat down on it, putting a comforting arm around her friend.

“Oh, cher,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry…”

Rachel sat up and buried her face in La’Tonya’s chest, her body shaking violently with sobs. La’Tonya stroked her friend’s hair and held her tight, rocking slightly back and forth.

“Just let it out, soeur . . . just let it out, sister,” she whispered. “I’m here for you, girl.”

They sat, thus, for a long time, until Rachel began hyperventilating. La’Tonya gently kissed Rachel’s forehead, her right hand smoothing through her hair.

“Shhh, there, there,” she said, trying to calm her friend down. “Everything’s gon’ be okay.”

La’Tonya felt stupid for saying it, but Rachel didn’t seem to know what her friend was saying. Nevertheless, she managed to steady her breathing and sank into La’Tonya’s arms.

“Why?” Rachel whimpered. “How could he do this? Didn’t I mean anything, to him?”

“I don’t know, girl,” La’Tonya whispered. “I just don’t know.”

La’Tonya kissed Rachel’s forehead again and squeezed her tighter. She was all too aware of Rachel’s body pressed against hers, and was fighting the urge to touch her and caress her more intimately. She wasn’t the type to prey on someone’s grief, and she hated people who did. Still, her pussy was getting hotter; if the body-contact kept up, like this, she was going to have to alleviate matters herself before she did something she’d later regret. Her relief was great when Rachel sat back up and sat away from her slightly, wiping her eyes.

“Thanks for being there for me, hon,” Rachel said. “I just need time to understand all this.”

“Well, I’m here for you, if you need to talk,” La’Tonya smiled softly.

Rachel wrapped La’Tonya in a warm embrace, stroking her back. While La’Tonya was having her internal struggle, Rachel had been fighting urges of her own. The way La’Tonya was comforting her made Rachel want to kiss her luscious lips in gratitude, but she wasn’t sure if it was her grief talking.

“But I was attracted to her the moment I laid eyes on her…what the hell is wrong with me?” she thought to herself. “I’m not a lesbian… am I?”

“It just seems so unlike him,” she said aloud, trying to shove the other thoughts clear of her mind for the moment. “Just before I left Arkham, we were discussing future plans for us. He’s so devoted to his family; how come he wasn’t devoted to me?”

“Well,” La’Tonya said, “I’m sure things will clear up eventually.”

La’Tonya felt Rachel’s hands move lower and lower on her back until they lingered on her hips.

“Ummm, Rach?” La’Tonya asked quizzically.

Rachel looked into her friend’s eyes. She had decided that she wasn’t going to fight her urge anymore. She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them, and moved her face closer to La’Tonya’s to gauge her friend’s reaction. La’Tonya didn’t move forward, but she didn’t back away either.

“Are you sure you want this, cher?” she asked Rachel.

“I’m not sure of anything right now,” Rachel said simply, “and I’m not in any mood to care.”

Without further warning, Rachel brought her lips to La’Tonya’s. Her friend returned the kiss, after a second or so of stunned inaction. Their mouths opened and their tongues writhed around each other like dueling serpents. Their bodies melted together, for a long moment, their hands deftly exploring the curves of each other’s bodies.

The first tentative embrace ended, and the women pulled apart enough to be able to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Be sure about this, ma cher,” La’Tonya advised. “Don’ trifle wit’ my heart…”

Rachel leaned closer, close enough that the breath which carried her words was hot in the hollow of her roommate’s mouth.

“All I’m sure of is that I want you . . . badly. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“Same here,” La’Tonya whispered, then kissed her again. “You’re a beautiful woman, Rachel.”

La’Tonya barely finished her sentence before Rachel kissed her again, this time with more confidence. La’Tonya broke the kiss to nibble on Rachel’s neck, causing a guttural moan to escape her throat.

“Take me,” Rachel begged. “Take me now . . .”

The two women twisted and slid, bringing their bodies together on the bed, their legs entwined. Rachel was thankful that the door was within reach, as she stretched over to lock it. With hardly a pause, she resumed devouring La’Tonya’s mouth. As she squeezed her friend’s plump flesh, she understood Randy’s attraction to her body type. Or, was it to his initial attracting, before messing around with that whore? The thought of his betrayal and enraged her, consumed her, filling her with the need to ‘get back’ at him, and thus making her more eager with La’Tonya.

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This is mostly scene setting and character development. Feedback would be very welcome.

*****

The hammering came on the front door of the flat, loud and urgent, and Sarah woke from her afternoon nap with a very literal jump. There was a blossoming shadow of panic growing quickly at the back of her mind in direct response to the sound and her heartbeat accelerated as a flood of adrenaline washed into her bloodstream. As she began to put her thoughts together, already rising toward a state of panic, she started to seriously consider whether the building was on fire.

There had been a series of tragic fires in the aging tower blocks spread across London over the last couple of years. Everyone around town who made their home higher than about the second floor was living with an elevated level of day-to-day paranoia, and everyone had, after their periods of reflection for sympathy and survivor guilt, quietly thought out their own plans in case the next disaster were to strike closer to home. So Sarah wasted no time and was immediately on her feet heading out to attend to the knock.

Her wife Ray (and it was still so new and so wonderful to be able to say wife, and she’d try to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could) had always taken a very practical attitude to planning for emergencies. This meant, amongst other things, that there had been grab bags full of essentials packed for each of them since long before this recent cause for concern. They were stored unobtrusively under the side table in the hall next to the front door. Ray even spent a few earnest minutes every month or so (she had a calendar alert to remind her about it) making sure they were still readied to her satisfaction and that the perishables were up-to-date. Or present at all for that matter, Sarah did have a habit of stealing the cereal bars when she was hungry.

Today though none of this careful organisation was going to be needed because when Sarah opened the door it was only Lizzie standing there. Only Lizzie with her eyes puffy and red, moss green hair bedraggled and darkened almost to black by the rain. Only Lizzie looking desolately in at her and pleading wordlessly for refuge and support. So what was she going to do but hold out her arms and gather the poor damaged creature in.

They stood there in the doorway while Lizzie took her time, and shook and sobbed into Sarah’s shoulder. Sarah could vaguely feel the small prickly area of hot breath and tears soaking through her summer top, as well as the more widespread cold clammy dampness leaking through from LIzzie’s drenched clothing. Even more all-pervading than that though she could feel the waves of despair resonating out from the other woman. Despair, and beneath that loathing, and a sort of shame. Sarah used her weight to rock them slowly from side to side where they stood and she hummed in long, drawn out tones, quietly and resonating deep in her chest so that Lizzie could hear and take comfort from the sound.

Well Lizzie and Amy had finally reached the end of the line and split up then, Sarah thought. There seemed no doubt of that. But there was something much worse lurking down there as well. She could catch the basic shape of it and she had thought initially that Lizzie might have caught Amy sleeping around. Maybe that Amy might have found someone else, decided to move on, and not as it were, kept her affairs in proper order. But that didn’t quite seem to fit the shape of the emotion. No, there was something she wasn’t reading properly, something even more miserable which she didn’t yet understand.

She kissed Lizzie on the side of her head right above her ear, to remind her that she was still there, then she edged them back from the doorway into the flat. The sprung door which she’d been propping open with one foot swung to a close behind them and the latch clicked shut. Manoeuvring them clumsily into the living room she guided Lizzie over to the sofa, and sat them down there, side saddle. They drew back a little from their embrace and looked toward each other. Sarah stroked Lizzie’s arm and smiled across at her wanly.

“We don’t have to talk yet if you don’t want. You just have a sit down here and I’ll go make us something to drink ok?”

This proved to be a rare misstep from Sarah, and she winced, realising her own carelessness before she’d even seen the chagrin flash across Lizzie’s face. She recovered impressively quickly and nodded nervously in acknowledgment of the comforting tone in Sarah’s voice and in acceptance of the basic plan. Still though, the message Lizzie had taken from those words, which had made all the rest largely incidental to her, was that sooner or later she was going to have to talk.

While making the tea (peppermint for both of them she decided, caffeine wasn’t going to be anyone’s friend right now) Sarah kept moving back over to the kitchen door to spy on Lizzie. Each time she was still sitting hunched forward and motionless where she had left her. She was worried bursa escort that the other woman might lose her nerve and run away while she wasn’t looking, and she didn’t intend to let that happen if she could possibly prevent it. Lizzie was obviously very fragile right now and needed somewhere safe and someone who could look after her. Her unfortunate slip of the tongue notwithstanding, Sarah was entirely confident in her ability to provide that place and be that person. She dropped Ray a quick line at work while she waited for the tea bags to finish steeping in the hot water.

Hello Wife of mine, Lizzie’s here and she’s not doing well, she’s pretty upset. Can we give her the spare room for a bit if she needs somewhere to stay? x

The reply came back almost immediately – it always did.

No problem, chuck my kit up on the wardrobe in our room, I’ll buy extra for dinner.

Sarah smiled happily to herself as she read the message. Even these few words, ordinary as they were, could still manage to make her heart skip. They summed up Ray so perfectly for her that they could practically have been a love letter. Her Ray would get things organised first, then deal with the complex emotional issues she found more difficult once everyone was fed and rested. Or actually these days she’d more likely leave Sarah to sort that side of things out – so she had better get back to the living room and see what she could do to help.

*****

Ray and Sarah had first met the other couple at one of the first of the many barbeques which Angela and Andy, their friends in common, had been holding since the weather had turned warm. Amy was introduced as some kind of friend of Angela’s younger sister. She had been gifted the invite as a way of getting to meet a few people in a new city and she’d brought Lizzie along as her plus one.

They had been the only two same sex couples there that day but it wasn’t really that which had brought them together as a group – it had been far more about their ages and social links. They had all been rather on the periphery of the mix, so the way it had panned out was that everyone had seemed to know everyone else pretty well with the exception of the four of them. Naturally enough in the circumstances they had ended up joining forces and they’d staked themselves out a beachhead within easy striking distance of the food and drinks.

After enjoying each other’s company for the afternoon they’d gone through the dance steps of exchanging contacts and this in turn had spawned the inevitable Whatsapp group. Then following on from that they’d met up for the evening at a friendly pub a couple of weeks later. It turned out they lived in adjoining boroughs of South London so it had been easy enough to decide on a spot which was relatively convenient for both parties. The conversation that night had again flowed easily and they’d all had a good time so these evenings out had gone on to become a regular series of events.

The two of them had made an attractive couple. Amy was tall, sporty and blonde haired, her fair skin had built up a deep golden tan over the years in the Australian sun. Lizzie by contrast was small, barely taller than Sarah, and slight, topped by a shock of long hair which would change colour with dizzying frequency. Her dark skin was the legacy of a heritage her family still traced back to the Caribbean. Barbuda via Beeston – though she’d never visited the tiny island her great grandparents on her mother’s mother’s side had first called home. Back before they’d traded the sun for the mills and the mist.

That was all ancient history now of course and Lizzie was urban Yorkshire through and through, her brogue a minor novelty in London, even more so than Amy’s drawl. Her parents still lived up there in their stone home in a suburb of Bradford, but she’d wanted her independence, so she’d come south when the time came to further her education, and ended up sticking around.

Amy was stereotypically loud and extroverted; Lizzie definitely the more accommodating of the two. That shouldn’t be taken to mean she was shy though, after all it was Lizzie who had maneuvered her way into Amy’s orbit on a night out with friends – summoning the courage to latch onto her and make her interest clear. Happily Amy had been delighted by the approach, they’d gone back to her home and to her bed at the end of the same evening, and that had been the beginning of Lizzie and Amy.

Since then Lizzie’s compliant nature had left her quite content to be pulled along in Amy’s slipstream as she tore around soaking up everything she could want from London. Making the most of the many opportunities available to enjoy an inexhaustible series of parties. Both of them very much living their lives for the weekend.

For Amy this was absolutely fine, in fact it was kind of part of the master plan. The subtext had always been that she was on an extended holiday really and that sooner or later she’d be returning to Australia. Once she was back there she’d presumably escort bursa be swapping her focus into doing something constructive with her degree; switching up a gear or two and getting on with the rest of her life. But for the time being she could burn both ends of the candle and indulge in all kinds of exotic pleasures in a foreign city.

Lizzie though was something of a lost soul; there was an edge of desperation to her hedonism. Sarah in particular had been quite worried when she’d noticed this because she liked Lizzie very much. Through a little tactful digging she’d managed to establish that there had been some kind of catastrophic family upset a few years ago. Reading between the lines this had devastated Lizzie and she had come off the rails quite seriously for a while after it had happened.

Whatever had been behind this (and in the absence of a professional relationship between them Sarah couldn’t really push any further than she already had) it had all coincided with the key third year of Lizzie’s degree and downgraded the first class honours in economics she’d been headed for into a meagre third instead. Up until then it sounded as if Lizzie had been quite a high flyer, but she’d not managed to regain anything like the same momentum since.

In fact having failed so spectacularly to capitalise on her opportunities she had ended up stuck in something of a career backwater. She’d had to take the first job she could get, rather than find something she wanted, so she’d ended up where she was now – working long days for low pay as an office junior at a prop shop and brokerage firm based in the City.

There she was unappreciated, neglected, and understandably bored out of her mind. So she’d been drawn in by that all too common vicious circle. Trapped doing the bare minimum she could get away with to keep her in the job she still relied on but had long ago grown to despise. And all this while she was sleepwalking deeper into her twenties – treading by increments further down the path of least resistance instead of following her dreams.

It had been clear to Sarah that Lizzie was stifling some very important parts of herself and that she would only be able to keep a lid on them for so long. They would inevitably find a way to break out and demand her attention sooner or later.

How this might manifest Sarah hadn’t been able to tell; all she could do was position herself as an approachable friend and hope for the best. So she was relieved to find that Lizzie had turned up at their place today. Now that whatever had taken place between her and Amy had apparently tipped her over closer to the crisis which had been growing in the closed off areas of her life for all this time.

*****

Sarah fished out the tea bags and picked up the mugs from the side. Walking back through to the other room she found Lizzie waiting for her. Lizzie’s demeanour had changed entirely and her face was now fixed with determination.

Right, time to talk then is it, Sarah thought. She took her seat again, placing the drinks on the coffee table while Lizzie steeled herself to speak.

“We were talking about what it might be like to start a family.”

This came as a surprise. Sarah had always taken it for granted that Lizzie and Amy’s relationship wasn’t the type which was headed in that kind of direction any time soon. From what she had seen it had been clear their partnership was founded very solidly on their shared focus on making the most of the going out and having fun aspects of life.

She could certainly see how Lizzie’s deciding to shift the goalposts all of a sudden would have caused some friction between them. And she couldn’t imagine Amy had been the one to bring it up either. Sarah tried her best to be generous, and to see the good she could in people, but in spite of her best intentions she tended toward the circumspect when it came to Amy.

This sudden change in her understanding of Lizzie made Sarah want to talk about her own desire for children. She’d known for as long as she could remember that she wanted to be a mother one day. Now that she and Ray were married she was beginning to suspect that it might be time to take steps to make that happen for them. The moment could hardly have been more wrong to start on that particular conversation though. So she put the thought aside for now with a mental note to try to bring it up again when things were more settled with Lizzie.

Lizzie went on, “We were just having another evening at home you know. Dinner, a bottle of wine, shouting at the idiots on the telly, the usual. I can’t really remember how we got onto the subject in the first place but I suppose it was probably me who bought it up. I’ve been thinking about that kind of thing more recently, because it’s been going so well…”

She tailed off.

“Well because I’d thought it was going so well anyway. And I could tell straight away that there was something wrong. She was holding back. You know how you can tell, when someone’s bursa escort bayan holding back.”

Sarah nodded evenly, not wanting to interrupt the flow of Lizzie’s words by speaking up, but yes, she knew.

“And I was wondering if maybe she thought it was too soon, to be planning ahead that far I mean, because we’ve not really talked about that kind of thing much. So I asked her whether that was it and she said that it wasn’t. She said it was something different.”

Lizzie’s voice cracked there and she paused for a drink. Her throat was raw from crying and when she swallowed she could feel the sharp ache as the little liquid bolus of tea forced its way down and stretched the damaged flesh. She took a second sip anyway, because despite the pain the peppermint was soothing, and because the process of drinking gave her the momentary distraction she needed. Sarah sat across from her motionless, patient as a stone, but with senses finely tuned and taking everything in.

“She said,” Lizzie went on quietly when she was ready. Her voice was low and steady now, tightly reined in. There was yet another hesitation as she reviewed one last time the enormity of what she was about to share. Even now it felt absurdly as if she was betraying Amy by breaking her confidence.

“She said that she wanted her children to have a proper father. She wanted to have a normal family. That’s what she said.”

There weren’t a lot of things which could leave Sarah speechless. As a therapist she’d pretty much been making a career out of always being able to find the right words for the occasion; even if it was only something to fill a gap which would do no actual harm. For a long minute though she couldn’t frame a response at all and so the ugliness hung there in the air between them.

Lizzie was looking blankly off downward and to the side, eyes ostensibly resting on some random patch of the polished wooden floor. She obviously wasn’t really in the room at all though. She was back at home last night, reliving that dreadful loop over again, and making it if possible even more monstrous this time around. Finally Sarah spoke, not because she knew how to reply, but because the alternative was worse.

“She shouldn’t have said that.”

Lizzie jerked as if she’d been shot and let out an explosive burst of breath. It took Sarah a moment to realise this had been supposed to be a laugh.

“Yeah but that really isn’t the point is it Sarah,” she spat out bitterly. “The point is she shouldn’t have fucking meant it.”

Sarah understood this completely as well. That simple deeply unpleasant assumption on Amy’s part unravelled so much. She was slightly taken aback that Lizzie had reached the same level of insight and come to terms with it so quickly though. She’d seriously underestimated the woman.

“After that I just went to bed Sarah. I couldn’t sit there and pretend it didn’t matter, but I didn’t have the stomach for a fight either. And then when she came in later she tried to fuck me. Can you imagine. I’m still good enough for that but I’m not good enough to bring up her children with her. I guess you’ve got to draw the line somewhere right.”

She didn’t need to tell Sarah that she’d gone along with it. That she’d lain there on her back while Amy had crawled up between her legs and fucked her that one last time. And that she’d even come. She was glad she’d at least had enough self respect not to demean herself further by returning the favour. She could take what tiny comfort there was in that at least. No, afterwards she’d curled up with both duvet and darkness wrapped around her, and she’d worked things through in her mind, while the stranger she’d thought had been her girlfriend slept beside her.

*****

In the morning she had woken up early, but had feigned sleep until the slam of the door and the silence which followed told her that Amy had left for work. Then she’d dragged herself out of bed and showered. She’d phoned in sick, hoping desperately that this wouldn’t be the final straw that made them give up and dismiss her. Then she’d sat around the house still trying to figure out what she could possibly do next.

Instead, all that had kept repeating endlessly through her head was the refrain from some infectious tech house anthem. They’d been dancing to it when they’d been out just the weekend before. She remembered a thousand grinning faces flicking in and out of visibility under the chaos of the banks of rotating lights. The thick heat of the air, the stink of sweat partly masked by the chalky, fruity, scent of the smoke machine and all shot through with the citrus spicy flavor of psychoactive herbs. The slightly disgusting intimacy of the drops of condensation raining from the ceiling onto the crowd. The wall of beautiful angular sound thumping out of the speaker stacks.

Everyone had been goading each other on to dance with greater and greater focus and energy. A thousand feet stamping down, then bouncing back up off the wooden floor, arms signalling out into the air. And all the while that rolling, funky, beat which twisted and slid around them, warping through various sequences of squelch and distortion. Slapping out its staccato melody.

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This is my first time posting a story so please bear with me and comments are welcome please 🙂

I had an experience a while ago that I would like to share, and hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it.

Michael and Caryn are two of our very good friends, and my husband and I enjoy their company very much.

About 2 years ago, we went out one night, Caryn and I got pretty drunk at the club, with the help of our husbands making sure the drinks kept on coming.

It was about 02:00am the morning, we decided to go to a 24hour diner, we sat in this big semi private booth.

Caryn and I were laughing and giggling the whole time, when my husband suggested that we should pose for a picture while we kiss, and in true drunk fashion, we did.

The boys were quite excited that we kissed, and begged us to give them a little more action.

As we were quite drunk, we were all game for some innocent fun….

We started off by making out, Caryn has this soft full lips, every time we kissed, she would give this sexy moan, she started fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples through my top, and biting my lower lip. I was so bursa escort fucking wet, my pussy was so wet and throbbing and my nipples were so hard from this arousal.

As we were fondling each other our waitron was giving us the stink eye from across the room. We decided to relax a bit, but our pussy’s were so wet, it was quite difficult to do.

Our husband’s could not stop staring. They were so disappointed when we had to stop.

As our food came, I moved closer to Caryn and made her spread her legs, I slowly moved my fingers towards her pussy, stimulating her clit with my index and middle finger, she was so wet and loving it.

I noticed that she was about to come, and I stopped. She was so horny, and in her eyes I could see her begging for me to get her off.

The boys were so amazed, and could not pay the bill fast enough, so that we can continue at home.

While we were driving to our house, Michael insisted that we sit in the back so that we could fondle each other.

As we got home, Grant(my husband) lit a fire, and we all moved to the lounge area with some wine. Caryn and I sat on the furry blanket on the floor, stroking and pinching each escort bursa others breasts. We stripped down to our underwear, and started making out, touching each other everywhere.

I started by kissing her neck, slowly making my way down to her breasts, unclipping her bra, and leaving her succulent tits exposed. I licked, kissed and pinched her nipples with my teeth.

I slid my hand in her panties as she did to me, she started rubbing my clit, and she slid two fingers inside me, and started fingering my pussy. Juices were rolling down my legs, and all I wanted to do is cum and cum so hard.

I started fingering Caryn, and rubbing her clit, all of a sudden she grabbed my fingers and started sucking her cunt juices off from my long fingers. She pushed my hand down between her legs and made my insert 3 fingers, I started finger fucking her pussy and rubbing that clit so hard that she started to ride my hand, her teeth sunk into my shoulder and with a loud moan she came so hard, her whole body started shaking and I could feel her wetness all over my hand.

She was still shaking and she came up and gave me a big kiss, looking me in the eye and said “your turn”….

She bursa escort bayan made me lay down on the blanket, she tugged with her teeth on my nipple. I felt her cunt juices dripping on my leg. Fuck, I still remember how hot that made me.

She started rolling her tongue from one breast to the other and down to my navel.

She moved all the way down to my pussy, practically hungry for it.

She inserted two fingers and started sucking on my clit, nibbling, sucking and pinching, it drove me insane with pleasure, I glanced over my husband, and I could see his penis rock hard through his pants while he was watching me.

My orgasm started building up, and I started fucking Caryn’s face with my pussy, thrusting back and forth.

As my cum started to build up, Caryn fingered me faster and faster.

My sex exploded in her mouth and every inch in my body started shaking. It felt amazing.

She moved up to my lips and gave me a passionate kiss, we started giggling again and looked at our husbands, and they were so aroused.

After our steamy sex adventure, we retired to our room and they went to the guestroom, and both of us got fucked like never before by our husbands.

This experience I had with Caryn, truly spiced up my sex life with my husband, and so it did the same for Caryn and Michael.

Hope you enjoyed reading my experience!

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