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I should have known it when the taxi was late. I did catch my plane to London, and circling over London for half an hour wasn’t a sure sign of anything bad. It’s more the rule than the exception. But I should definitely have known it would be one of those weeks when my suitcase caught the plane to Paris instead of London. Anyway, it was too late to cancel everything. I was already there and my suitcase did show up after all on Tuesday morning. I lost a day since some of the stuff I needed to do the job was in the case, but it was no problem to get a seat on the six o’clock plane on Thursday instead of Wednesday. Nobody flies from London to Copenhagen on a Thursday evening.

Exactly! Nobody flies to Copenhagen Thursday evening. I’ll bet you there were no technical problems—just too few passengers. It’s always due to technical problems, they say, when they cancel a plane. The reality is that they often do it because it’s cheaper to pay one night at a hotel for a few people than to fuel up a plane.

There was no reason to argue with the guy at the airline check-in desk. I mean, it wasn’t his fault, he just worked there. I was pretty much used to people taking it out on me when something wasn’t functioning the way they wanted it to, so I didn’t cause him any grief. He looked like he appreciated it. At the next desk was a woman in her mid or late twenties yelling at the poor guy there. I just left and went to the ticket counter where I could get the hotel voucher. The woman joined me shortly after, still furious about the cancellation. She waited impatiently behind me, complaining she had to queue to get a hotel room. She was apparently living too far from the airport to go home.

“How can you take it so calmly?” she asked me while the ticket clerk prepared my voucher.

“Well, these people working here are not the ones responsible for the cancellation. As long as they treat me well, I see no need to batter them.”

“Yes, but it’s just so… argh.”

“We’ll just have to make the best of it,” I said and turned to look at the woman behind the desk. “Now, I’m sure we’ll get money for a cab to the hotel, so we don’t have to carry our heavy suitcases and then we can have a nice dinner at the hotel restaurant.”

The ticket clerk looked up at me, smiling. She had clearly heard what I said and there was really no way she could avoid giving us the cab fare. Normally, they didn’t give a damn about how you got to the hotel, since it was next to the airport, but I knew the small tricks of the trade. It was a really hot evening and there was thunder in the air. You know the feeling: hot, heavy humid air all around you, like a blanket.

We shared a cab to the hotel, which was a few minutes from the airport. Now, you might think you know what this was leading to, but there were no such thoughts in my mind. I love my wife, really, and just the thought of a little adultery could make me scared. I mean, either you suddenly have a jealous woman threatening to tell your wife if you don’t break up the marriage immediately and marry her or you get the clap or something worse. So no, I wasn’t even considering it.

We checked in and everything was okay, until the receptionist asked us whether we needed two keys.

“I’m sorry, you seem to have misunderstood. We are not together. We need separate rooms,” I answered politely.

“Ehh… I think we have a problem then. You see, there is a conference at the hotel and we are fully booked. If you’re not going to share a room, one of you will have to go back and get a voucher for another hotel.”

My female companion immediately blew a fuse.

“What? First our flight is cancelled and now you haven’t got a room…” I put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“My good man,” I said quietly. “Our flight has been cancelled and we need to be in the airport to catch the first flight tomorrow morning. If I have to go back, get another voucher, go into town and check in, it will hardly be worth the effort. I’ll have to get up before I go to bed. Now, we need two rooms and it can’t be impossible in a hotel this size.”

I was still calm, but my patience was beginning to run out too.

“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” I continued. “Now, we’ll put our luggage in the room you have found and then we’ll eat a nice dinner. When we’ve finished eating, you’ll have found an extra room for us, okay?”

“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t think I can.”

“Sure you can.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise you anything.”

He didn’t look too pleased with the situation, but I had tried something like this before and usually they would come up with something. I was soon to realise that my troubles weren’t over yet. You know, it really was one of those weeks where I should have stayed in bed on Monday.

When I opened the door to the room, I was almost knocked over by a heat wave.

My God, they have booked us in the hotel sauna, I said to myself. It was 27 degrees C outside, but this room was facing south and had been heated to well over şirinevler escort 30 C by the sun. I went inside, found the switch to the air conditioning, and turned the dial to full power. We dropped the suitcases and got out of there as fast as possible.

It was now a couple of hours since we’d stood at the check-in desk at the airport. The time was a little past seven and the restaurant was reasonably empty. We got a nice table. We didn’t even discuss it, it was just natural to eat together.

“Now, what should we have,” I said out loud, mostly to myself.

“I don’t know what you are having,” she said, “but I’m fairly hungry, so I’ll have a complete three-course menu, starting with the smoked salmon on toast and steak for the main course. I’ll decide on dessert later. By the way, I’m Sofie. What’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Henry. Pleased to meet you.”

I quickly glanced through the menu.

“I think I’ll take the same. Since it’s the airline paying, how about a glass of champagne to accompany the salmon and a bottle of red for the steak. I think the 1982 St. Emillion looks like it’s worth drinking.”

“I better leave that to you. You sound like you know a lot more about it than I do. I guess you go to fancy restaurants often. Do you travel a lot?”

“No, not really. And I usually travel alone. I rarely bother to go to a restaurant when I’m by myself. It’s so boring to eat alone, so I just grab a sandwich or something.”

“What do you do?”

“Well, I install and maintain a computer system specially designed for advertising companies. Sometimes I visit the customer to update their system. It’s not really necessary to do it on the spot. Most of it can be done remotely, but my boss seems to think we need to be visible to the customer. If we just update their system remotely they don’t think they are getting anything.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“It isn’t really. Computers are boring in the long run and hotels and airports begin to look alike after a while.”

“Beats working in a bank, I can tell you. I never get to go anywhere unless I pay myself. And then they cancel my flight. Just think if I had booked a hotel in Copenhagen. I would’ve had to pay for that anyway.”

“When you get back, you should write a letter to the airline company and complain. Ask your travel agent to send it for you. And be sure to list any expenses you’ve had. They probably won’t give you a cash refund, but maybe a gift voucher for later use,” I said, enjoying giving away some of my hard earned traveling experience.

“I might try and do that.”

“Where were you going to stay? Do you have family in Copenhagen?”

“No, one of my friends is studying there for six month. I’m going to stay with her until Sunday.”

We carried on with light dinner conversation. I learned that she was 26, she had a boyfriend, they didn’t live together but they were engaged to be married. He couldn’t get Thursday and Friday off, so he was going to join her on Saturday. I told her she was having dinner with a 40 years old father of two, happily married for fifteen years. Just for the record, it is fifteen years with the same woman, which is a bit of an exception nowadays—at least judging from friends and colleagues.

I also had time to get a better look at her. She looked fairly average. I mean, she was pretty, but not anything like a model. Something like 5’5” or maybe 5’6”. She was wearing a long, loose T-shirt, which made it hard to tell what her figure was like. She didn’t look fat, but she was definitely not extremely thin. Her hair was brownish, cut short, and only just covered her ears. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, as far as I could see, and in my opinion she didn’t need to. Her eyes were big and brown, her eyelashes very long, and her lips pale red.

I felt flirtatious like I hadn’t felt in years, maybe even a little in love. I was thinking about a story I could put her into, to sort of keep her for more than this dinner, when she interrupted my thoughts.

“Does something like this often happen to you?”

“What do you mean, a cancelled flight?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this week has been really bad. I wouldn’t even have thought it possible, if I were to write about something like that.”

“You write?” She asked, very interested.

“No, not really,” I said and tried to change the subject, telling her about my perfect week. She forgot about the writing and laughed about my vivid description of my somewhat chaotic week.

We were well into the main course and had almost finished the bottle of red St. Emilion, when she suddenly remembered the writing.

“So, what do you write?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just for fun.”

“I’ve met a lot of people who were going to write the novel of the year and then quit their job and live off the royalties, but I don’t think I ever met one who actually started writing. Do you dream about doing it for a living too?”

“No… well to be honest, I guess I do. All writers do. But the difficult thing isn’t to write the story. What is topkapı escort really difficult is to find somebody who will buy it. It will probably never happen. There are so many people out there, writing, not just talking about it. Right now, I just do it for fun.”

“What do you write? Sci-Fi, crime, romance?”

“It’s nothing, really. Just small stories.”

I didn’t really want to tell her about it, but she didn’t give up.

“Come on. Tell me about it. You are the first author I’ve met. Have you ever had anything published?”

“A book? No.”

“But isn’t it frustrating to write something nobody will ever read?”

“I didn’t say nobody ever read it.”

I was already telling her too much. Nobody knew about my little hobby and I had planned that it was going to stay that way. But maybe it was the wine that made me enjoy teasing her a little.

“What do you mean? If you haven’t published anything, how can people read it?”

“Well, I publish it on the Internet.”

“Uh. I’ve never really been on the Internet. Can you do that, I mean, publish things there? Do you get paid?”

“No, I don’t get paid. As I said, it’s only for fun.”

“But why? If you don’t get any money, what do you get? I mean, it must take a lot of time, writing.”

“I get letters and comments from people all over the world when I write something people like. It’s a great feeling to know that a lot of people like the stories I write.”

“But there aren’t that many people who can read Danish, especially not outside Denmark.”

“No, but I write in English. I know I sound very Danish, but my English is pretty good and I have a couple of nice people correcting my stories before I publish them.”

“You mean, someone is proofing your stories, and they don’t get paid either?”

Sofie looked like she didn’t believe a word of what I was saying. I guess working in a bank could lead you to think that nobody did anything except for money.

“They do a lot of work for free. And I can’t tell you why they do it, but I’m very grateful that they do.”

Sofie looked very thoughtful for a moment.

“Do you have any of your stories with you? Can I read one?”

At this point it was a little too late to stop. Yes, I could have told her I didn’t have any, but by now I was sure she wouldn’t stop before I had told her exactly what I was writing. And what the hell. She didn’t know me and we were most likely never going to meet again. If I told her the truth, she would probably be too embarrassed to ask more questions anyway.

“Well, I have some of the stories I’m working on, on my computer, but you might not like the kind of stories I write.”

“Why?”

“Well, they’re erotic stories. Some would call it pornography. Some people like it, others don’t. But I do have female readers.”

A moment of silence followed. Then she giggled.

“Why?”

“There are several reasons why. I like erotic stories myself. There are a lot of people reading them, which means there is a greater chance to get feedback. Without feedback, I’ll never become better at writing. Besides, the letters from readers are the only reward for writing in the first place, so why not write something that a lot of people read. The potential audience for surrealistic, modern poetry would probably be limited and so would the feedback,” I answered calmly.

“You don’t look like someone who writes erotic stories.” She said, blushing a little.

“Do I really look that bad? If I lost fifteen pounds, I’d be the same weight as when I was eighteen and there are only a few grey—okay, there are some grey hairs.”

“No, it’s not that… but I’ve never… I don’t know what I had expected.”

“Well, never judge a book by its cover.”

“No, I guess not. Can I read one?”

“I don’t know. I have never been this close to a person who has read my stories. Nobody knows I’m writing them.” I was suddenly terribly embarrassed. I was so used to hiding behind a pseudonym.

“Please,” Sofie said, pleading with her eyes as well as her words.

“I’ll think about it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said, mainly to hide my own embarrassment, I guess.

We finished dinner and had a cup of coffee before we went back to the reception desk. I didn’t get a chance to ask the clerk about the room.

“I’m sorry sir, but there isn’t a single room available,” he said as soon as he saw us.

“Do you really mean to tell me that you want me to go back to the airport to get another hotel? I may as well sleep in the lobby.”

“Well, I can get you a room at a hotel near Russell Square. There’s also a Forte Crest hotel and they have a room for you. We will pay the cab. It’s in Camden.”

Sofie pulled me away from the desk. “I don’t mind sharing the room,” she whispered to me. “There were two beds and it’s only for one night. You don’t have to go into the city because of me.”

Now, when we first met, I wasn’t thinking about adultery at all, but the conversation at dinner had sort of opened my mind to the possibility of more than çapa escort just a dinner together. Not only did the thought cross my mind, I also began wondering if Sofie was walking down the same lanes in her mind.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Besides, I want to read one of your stories. Do we have a deal?”

“Okay.”

“Free choice of story?”

“You drive a hard bargain,” I laughed. “Okay, I certainly would like to avoid going into town at this hour, just to get up at five.”

I returned to the clerk. “We’ll share the room.”

“Oh, good,” he sighed and smiled with relief.

His trouble wasn’t over yet and neither was ours. When I opened the door to the room, I was once again met by a heat wave. I checked the air conditioner and it looked and sounded as if it was running at full speed.

“Oh Goddammit!! The air conditioner is out of order. Just when we need it the most.”

I was seriously about to lose my temper now.

“Let’s open a window,” Sofie brilliantly suggested.

But it was no use. The windows didn’t open. In any other English hotel, the windows would be fitted as if they were round windows put in square holes. I mean, try visiting London in the wintertime and you’ll be blown over by the cold draft from the windows. The English think they live in a subtropical climate or maybe they never really realised they had come back from India. They even have the plumbing on the outside of the house. Okay, it’s easier to get to, when you need to melt the ice in the pipes, but honestly.

I tried hard to control my temper and reserve the upcoming storm for the hotel staff.

“Sofie, why don’t you read a story while I go down to the reception and strangle the manager. I’ll show you where to find them.”

I took out my laptop and showed her which directory the stories were in. She dropped down on the bed and began looking at the stories while I went down to the reception. I could see from the look on his face: he already knew.

“The air conditioner.” I said calmly.

“Ehhh yes. I’m terribly sorry, sir. There is a problem, but we can’t get it fixed until tomorrow.”

“It is very hot in that room and I can’t seem to open the window. The handle is missing. Could you get me a handle or something, so I can open the window?”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t open the window. That would disturb the air conditioning.”

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “But the bloody air conditioner doesn’t work anyhow.” I yelled at him.

“Ehhh no. I’m sorry. Yes… but it’s not possible to open the window. Sorry.”

I was about to say a lot of things, fast and loud, but I gave up.

“Okay. Well, I’m not paying the bill, so I think I will just throw the television through the window. That should open it.” I said sarcastically.

The clerk looked at me, terrified. “Oh no, sir. Somebody might get hurt.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “My good man. Do you honestly believe that I would throw a TV out of the window from the 9th floor?”

“Well, sir. We meet all kinds of people from all walks of life. You’d be amazed if you knew what people do. I assure you, it’s nothing personal. We just have to take everything our customers say seriously.”

“Okay, I promise. No TV through the window. But I might seriously consider filling the tub with ice.”

“There is an ice machine down the corridor to the left on your floor, sir” He answered, without as much as raising an eyebrow. This guy really didn’t have any sense of humour at all.

When I returned, Sofie was still lying on her tummy, reading. She must have been used to the heat. My shirt was soaked in sweat, but she seemed to be dry. She didn’t react when I told her there was nothing to do about the heat. She just nodded and kept on reading. I wondered what she had found. She obviously was very occupied by it and was a fast reader. Her eyes scanned down over the screen fairly fast.

I looked at my soaked shirt and decided that a shower would be the optimal thing for me. I told her and she nodded again without taking her eyes off the screen.

It was great to get a long, cooling shower and I felt like a new man when I got out. The room almost felt cooler when I came out with a towel around the waist. I had only just gotten out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door as a reflex, not considering the dress code in such a situation. Outside was a nice, young woman in hotel uniform staring timidly at me.

“Eh… Sorry to disturb you… I mean… With compliments from the hotel.” She handed me a tray with a bottle of champagne in a cooler and two tall glasses.

“Well, thank you.”

“Sorry to disturbed you,” she said as she backed away quickly, blushing fiercely.

“Not at all. I had just finished showering,” I said, but she was already gone.

Sofie tore herself away from the screen. “What was that?” she said and looked at me. “What are you up to?”

“Well, as I told you, I took a shower. I usually shower without clothes. It seems to be a more effective way of getting clean. Room Service knocked on the door before I had the chance to slip into something more formal. They brought us this nice bottle of champagne free of charge. Whatever the story makes you think, I can assure you that my stories are fantasies and nothing else. It’s not an autobiography.”

He had to have her. She looked so elegant in her long flowing black dress. She wore her head up to reveal her long slender neck and jewelled earrings. Above all, her bust was unearthly. It was just a canyon of cleavage. She would make a great fuck. Heck, he was already eye fucking her at the moment. And judging by the reciprocal glances from her, he knew she wanted him too. And why wouldn’t she? He was a masterful prototype of a man. He had looks that dangerously wounded, and a cock that killed.

When the lady left the main room of the party to visit the upper chambers (to presumably freshen up), he made his move. He followed her and forcedly dragged her into a bedroom, one that already had shagging already in progress. Judging by their exclamations and desperation to leave, they weren’t supposed to be there (at least, not with each other).

Making no fuss about the calamity, the man addressed the woman. “You and I need to fuck.”

It was so blunt a statement that she decided she just had to entertain it. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re obviously drunk and say well that’s an interesting proposition. Why would I do that?”

“Because I want you and you want me.”

“Well, that was rather direct. What makes you think I’m straight enough to like you or any other guy?”

“You’re not gay.”

“You seem so sure.”

“I am, trust me.”

“I should trust you with telling me my sexuality. That makes perfect sense.”

“You’re not gay.” He repeated.

“Fine, I’m not gay and I’m also not attracted to you. BUT, let’s just say for the sake of entertainment that I was. I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you love the guy?”

His pattern was clear to her. Yet, so was hers. “I am not going to tell you that.”

“I’ll take that as an affirmation of the negative.”

Not stumbled by his calculation, she firmly pressed on. “Love or no love, I’m still with the guy though.”

“So what?”

“Um, that would be cheating?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend too?”

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant in this.”

“How’s it irrelevant?!” She exclaimed.

“Because I want you instead. Plus, I’m on the verge of dumping her anyways.”

She calmed herself down to reengage him. “So you want to cheat on her right before you tell her to hit the road. Why not just wait ’til after?”

“Because. This is better. I get to stick it to that prissy bitch.”

“Yeah, because you’re in a fine place to judge the unkind qualities of a person.”

“But she is one.” More direct responses.

“Let’s say hypothetically that she is a bitch. Why would you stay with her until now?”

“She fucks well. I didn’t want to give that up.”

“Then why do you need me in the first place?”

“I need a good fuck without the added baggage.”

“How do you know I’m not a bitch then?”

“I’m taking a calculated risk on that one.”

“Calculated on what grounds?”

“On the way you look.”

“Well halkalı escort those are obvious foolproof grounds for one’s character. Big tits really do say girl next door. Have you even thought this through?”

“Yep.”

“Somehow I find that dubious.”

The guy shifted the conversation in a new direction. “Ok, let’s go through a scientific exposition on why you should cheat on him.”

“There’s a science to cheating now?”

“There is now.”

“Well, if anything else, this should be entertaining. How do you want to do this Professor?”

“First, pros for fucking me.”

“Mmm, I can’t say I see any.” She didn’t want to give him any satisfaction.

“I’m a better fuck than he is.”

“Ok first, how do you even know that?”

“Because I am.”

“What’s next? The ‘my cock is much bigger than his argument’?”

“It is.”

“Again, how do you know that?! Not even I know that until I see yours WHICH is not going to happen so don’t get any ideas!”

He smirked for the first time in their engagement. “It’s bigger, trust me.”

“Well, you’re persistent, I’ll give you that much. But even if it is bigger, I’d like to invoke the ‘it’s not the size of tool but how you use it’ line of rebuttal.”

“Oh I know how to use it alright.”

“Sorry, don’t buy it. Next reason.”

“You’re attracted to me.”

“You’ve said that already. Another assumption. But even if that was true, AGAIN, I already have a boyfriend.”

“Your attraction to me supersedes yours to him.”

“Assumption. Plus, my conscience tells me that I need to be faithful to him. I’d never want to go against that.”

“You make it sound like you’re murdering the pope. People cheat all the time.”

“So what’s good for the masses is good for me?”

“Yes.”

“So let me run this all down, all your arguments: I want you, you fuck good, you have a big cock, everyone cheats so I should too and you’re Superman in bed apparently. It’s all so cliché. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you took your notes from a cheesy porno. Gotta tell you, Doctor, this exposition is not going well.”

“You’ll never know until you try it.”

“Hmm, true! But if I used that reasoning to every guy that mildly turned me on, I’d be in bed with a lot of guys.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

“Mmm, not quite yet. Here’s a con for you. Let’s say you and I do hook up: what else can you do for me?”

“What do you mean?”

She noted that this was the first time he gave out an unsure response. “Right now, I have all I need. My physical needs are tended to, along with my emotional needs.”

“I can be a good boyfriend.”

“Really? From what I see right now, you’re pompous, cocky, and downright cold…what guarantee do I have on that?”

“My word.”

“Your word? So now you’re going on your strength of character? You do realize you’re about to throw your girlfriend out on the street, right?”

With added confidence, merter escort perhaps overconfidence if such a thing existed in his mind, he uttered, “Yes I do.”

“You’re a dick, you know that?!”

“I am well aware of this and I embrace it. I’d also like to repeat that I also have a huge one.”

The woman couldn’t contain her feelings of absurdity towards this guy. “This is so irrational! You have no idea if this going to work; you’re just going on a series of assumptions!”

“Again, that’s the idea.”

“What’s the idea?!”

“What more do I have to go on than irrationality and assumptions?”

“So all that ‘science of cheating’ was just mindless banter?!”

“Not all of it. All that matters is the ‘you’ll never know’ rationale.”

“We are going in circles. We can’t just do what we want all the time!”

“We can some of the time though.”

The woman pondered it for a second. With that simple statement, she revealed all her defences.

“Ah fuck it!”

With that she nearly left her feet to kiss him square on the mouth. Her momentum overtook them both and they landed on the bed. Their hands groped each other’s body as they passionately tasted each other’s face. Before they knew it, their clothes were left in a puddle beside the bed and they were both seated on the bed with the woman looking squarely at the man’s enormous dick, which was easily double the size and length of anyone she had ever been with.

“Wow, it is big!”

“I told you. I am a man of my word.”

She stroked the already wet and upright member. “Actually you didn’t say it exactly like that but I let it, ooo, slide.”

She tried to fit the huge shaft into her mouth. “There’s so much meat! I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

“Just do it. Don’t think.” He advised as he forced her head down on it. She bobbed up and down on it. “Yeah suck my giant cock…”

There wasn’t as much sucking as there was just trying to hold on. The huge organ in her mouth muffled any moans or cries she might’ve had. She was gagging; there was no doubt about that. Yet it was all so wild! He held her roughly by the hair and compelled her to keep riding his cock even though, up until now, it was the most uncomfortable thing she had done.

“What a good cocksucker,” He moaned.

He released her. She immediately began coughing.

“How was that?”

She stuttered to regain composure. “It’s….big.”

“Of course. Wait ’til you see how it is down there. I’ll let you ready yourself while a get rubber.”

The gasping woman slid down and laid her head against the pillow. She parted her legs. “No need. I hate the feel of condoms. Plus, I’m on the pill.”

The guy shrugged and got back on the bed. With no other obstacles in the way, he began. He nudged the tip of his dick on her lips as a momentarily tease and then penetrated into her core.

“Oooooooooh,” she moaned. The effect was instantaneous. He was only a beşiktaş escort quarter in and she immediately felt the difference with the other men who had fucked her. The tightness in her pussy was so stimulating. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

“Oh I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you like you deserve!”

And with that emphatic promise, he slipped yet another quarter of his cock into her. It garnered a perilous yelp from her. He grabbed on to her meaty hips and aided in physically manhandling her, much to her trouble and, yes, delight.

“Yessss….yessss…” she continued to babble. Her fingers stiffened and clung on to the bed coverings. Her toes curled.

He exited momentarily to tap his huge, already dripping member on the skin above her vagina. One hand left the bed to message her lips. She noted that she too was already wet. Then with momentary interlude, he shifted positions by rolling up hips and re-entered. This allowed him to penetrate from above. She continued to service herself.

It also allowed him to grab at her breasts. He palmed them like a basketball and then slapped the loose flesh like jello.

“Look at these huge tits” he muttered to himself.

“Mmhmmm,” she whimpered in agreement while being rocked by the force of his cock.

The bed scraped along the flooring and banged against the wall. She shouted in synchronicity with the banging. He continued on for minutes unending, literally schlepping her along. If this was an action film, she would be hanging on for dear life as the bullet train sped on. Of course, gradually she’d pull herself up and gather control of herself. And the woman did just that. With a rebel yell, she said, “more, More, MORE! You son of a bitch!”

The guy gladly obliged. He pumped her and pumped her until he was ready to explode.

He pulled out of her and aimed at her chest. He was already leaking but had the perfect spot for the bulk of his load. “I’m going to shoot to thrill all over these tits.”

“Mmmm, go for it,” she hungrily encouraged.

With that, he pulled the trigger on an uneven yet thick stream onto her beautiful mounds. She moaned in elation and squeezed her breasts together while he layered her bosom in white goo. When he was done, he had his turn at pressing her breasts against the sticky stuff. Then he rubbed his own cock in the gluey crevice.

“Oh yeah, just like that…a good old titty fuck…” he uttered.

When satisfied, he collapsed in beside her. The two reflected in blissful yet silent contentment at what had just occurred.

“So why’d you go for it anyways?”

“Honestly…you just wore me down mentally with your stupid responses. I just wanted to shut you up.” After a pause she revealed her supplementary reasoning. “Aaaaand I don’t actually have a boyfriend.”

He cocked his head at her. “So all that was…?”

It was her turn to be blunt now. “Hmm… I suppose a social experiment in getting inside the mind of a cheating man.”

“Well aren’t you a little bitch after all! And what did you find out?”

“That you’re not as perceptive as you think. I actually am bi-sexual thank you very much.”

“Goody. What else?”

“Also, that you’re a bit of a dick.”

“A bit?”

“Fine. You’re a biiiiig dick!”

The three lovers were awakened by the sun shining in through the balcony doors. Megan stirred first. Everything was as it had been when they fell asleep. She was still between Danielle and her husband, but now she was facing Matt. Matt’s arm was around her, gently holding Danielle’s hand. Megan leaned in and kissed her husband. His eyes opened; he smiled.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” Megan replied.

Next to them, Danielle stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. Megan turned around to face her. She softly kissed Danielle. Danielle smiled.

“Did last night really happen?” she asked.

“It did,” Matt answered.

Danielle and Megan continue to kiss. There was a knock at their door, and a brochure slid under it a moment later. Matt went to pick it up. Megan pulled her lips from Danielle’s.

“What’s that?” Megan asked.

“The daily activities,” Matt said.

“Anything good?” Danielle asked.

Matt scanned the brochure.

“Let’s see. There’s vans to take us into St. George’s for shopping,” Matt said, referring to the capital city of Grenada. “That leaves at 9, so if we want to go we better hurry up. Oh, and volleyball signups are today. Sand volleyball, obviously, pairs. Signup sheet will be posted at 8.”

Megan and Danielle smiled. Matt could see the excitement in his wife’s eyes.

“We’re so doing this!” Danielle said.

“Yeah we are!” Megan affirmed. “We’re gonna kick some ass!”

“Wanna go shopping?” Matt asked.

“Duh,” the ladies said in unison.

“Then let’s get going.”

“No funny business in the shower,” Megan joked, looking at Matt. “No time for that.”

“What?” Matt said slyly.

Megan and Danielle slid their naked bodies out of bed. Megan headed into the bathroom and got the shower started. Matt walked over to Danielle. He grabbed her around the waist.

“May I kiss you good morning?” he asked.

“Of course,” Danielle replied.

Matt pressed his lips to Danielle’s. She returned the kiss. Their lips parted a few seconds later, and they headed to the bathroom. After showering the threesome dried off and got dressed.

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” Danielle said, slightly embarrassed. “I’ll run back to my room and change and meet you at breakfast.”

“Sounds good,” Megan said. “See you soon.”

Danielle slipped her green dress back on – she still looked drop-dead gorgeous in it – and left. Matt and Megan finished getting dressed. Matt wore khaki cargo shorts, a sky blue polo, and a sturdy pair of tennis shoes, as he anticipated a lot of walking. Megan wore a white strapless sun dress that stopped just above the knees and a white lace strapless bra underneath. And whereas her husband had chosen tennis shoes, she chose her favorite pair of sandals.

“Ready?” Matt asked.

“Yep,” Megan said.

They left the room and headed for the breakfast buffet. On their way they stopped by the main lobby, and Megan found the volleyball signup sheet. She penned her and Danielle’s names in. She told Matt to help her remember there was a meeting about it at one-thirty. They got in line, which wasn’t too bad, considering how many people stayed at the resort. Matt figured several guests went to the sit-down restaurant for breakfast. They went through the line. There were the usual breakfast foods: eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, sausage gravy, and pastries. There were also fancier foods, like made-to-order omelettes, and a carving station where one could get ham or roast beef. There was also a large selection of fruits. Matt chose roast beef, fruit, croissants, and scrambled eggs. Megan had Eggs Benedict, fruit, croissants, and roast beef. They found a table overlooking the beach bahçelievler escort and sat down. A waiter appeared to take their drink orders.

“Mimosas,” Megan said.

The waiter left to fetch their drinks. It didn’t take long before he returned with two tall champagne glasses filled with their beverage of choice. Megan saw Danielle just finishing getting her food and waved. Danielle acknowledged with a head bob and a smile and headed over.

“Long time no see,” Megan said as Danielle took a seat. “You look really cute!”

“Thanks!” Danielle said.

Danielle had chosen a mid-thigh length denim skirt and a yellow t-shirt that said, “Life’s A Beach.”

“Love the shirt,” Matt said.

“You would,” Megan replied, rolling her eyes. “He loves puns.”

The waiter appeared to take Danielle’s drink order.

“What they’re having,” she said.

The waiter soon returned with her mimosa. The three didn’t talk as their main concern was finishing breakfast. They finished quickly. They got up and headed for the main entrance. It wasn’t long before the announcement went out.

“Anyone here to go into town, the bus will be leaving in about ten minutes, so we’re going to go ahead and board.”

They followed the staff member outside where a large tour bus was waiting. They stood in line and waited their turn to board. When it was their turn they gave the staff member their names and stepped up into the bus. They were towards the front of the line so they had their pick of seats. Megan led them back a couple rows. The seats were two by two.

“Matt, do you care who I sit with?” Megan asked.

“Nope,” Matt replied.

Megan and Danielle sat down together. Matt sat across the aisle. Luckily, no one decided to take the seat next to him. Matt turned to see how many were coming on this little excursion. The bus appeared to be only about half full. The driver closed the door, and they were off. The bus ride took nearly an hour. The guests were rewarded with Grenada’s breathtaking landscape. The bus finally pulled to a stop in what appeared to be the middle of downtown St. George’s. The door opened, and the guests disembarked. As Matt, Megan, and Danielle exited the bus, Matt pulled them aside.

“Just so you know,” he said in a hushed voice. “Homosexuality is against the law here, so you two can’t hold hands or anything like that.”

“Wow, didn’t know that,” Danielle said. “We’ll be careful.”

They spent the morning walking around the town and looking at different shops. Megan purchased some new jewelry, and Danielle found a dress she liked. And as was their tradition, Megan and Matt bought a mug depicting the island. They also stopped by a street vendor selling conch fritters. Danielle had never had conch fritters, but once she tried them she was hooked. After their snack, Matt checked the time.

“We’ll need to get back if you ladies want to make the volleyball meeting,” he said.

They headed back to the bus. People were just starting to board. They joined the queue and were soon aboard. The bus departed, and as before, the guests took in the scenic views as they returned to the resort. The bus pulled into the resort, and the passengers disembarked. The three headed back in.

“We have just enough time to grab lunch,” Megan said.

They headed for the buffet and grabbed some sandwiches and drinks. They ate quickly. Then the ladies departed for their meeting.

“I’m going to go change into my swimsuit and lounge by the pool,” Matt said. “Enjoy your meeting.”

Almost an hour later Megan and Danielle returned. They, too, had changed into their swimsuits. They took seats next to Matt.

“How was bakırköy escort your meeting?” Matt asked.

“Good. Longer than it needed to be,” Megan replied.

“So how is it set up?” Matt said.

“Round-robin style,” Danielle answered. “They got eight teams. Games are at seven and eight in the morning, before it gets too hot. We play to twenty-one, cap of 25. And at the end of the week there’s a single-elimination tournament.”

“Cool,” Matt said. “Although the point system seems weird.”

“Yeah,” Megan said. “But hey, their resort, their rules.”

The three lounged by the pool for awhile, sipping their cold drinks and talking. Matt was the first to get into the pool. He jumped in. The water was cold and refreshing. He leaned forward against the edge of the pool, facing his wife and their lovely companion. Megan and Danielle soon joined him. They reclined in the pool and continued talking, planning out the rest of their day.

“You guys doing anything fun tonight?” Danielle asked.

She quickly realized the double meaning of her question.

“Other than that,” she quickly added.

“Not sure,” Megan said. “You?”

“Going to meet some friends for dinner then hang out, if that’s cool.”

“You don’t have to ask our permission,” Matt said. “We don’t own you.”

They all had a good laugh. The rest of the afternoon was spent swimming, drinking, and talking. Soon the sun began to descend towards the horizon. The three lovers exited the pool and dried themselves.

“Have a great night,” Danielle said.

“You, too,” Matt said.

“Have fun,” Megan added.

Matt and Megan headed towards their room while Danielle walked in the opposite direction towards hers. When they got back to their room, Matt stripped off his swim trunks and put on a pair of boxers and went to his duffel bag. Megan peeled her bathing suit off and hung the suits to dry in the bathroom. She came back out to find Matt reading something in a folder.

“Seriously?” Megan asked, obviously annoyed. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to bring work with us!”

“Sorry,” Matt said. “I told my boss I’d read this report and have my analysis ready the day after we get home.”

“Ugh,” Megan said. “We’re here to relax, not read fucking reports!”

Matt just turned back to his papers. An idea popped into Megan’s head. A very naughty idea. She went over to her luggage and pulled something out. After making sure her husband was still engrossed in his reading she went into the bathroom and closed the door; Matt didn’t even notice. A few minutes later she emerged.

“Hi, sexy,” she said in a seductive voice.

Matt turned. His folder fell to the bed; he seemed almost paralyzed. Megan stood there, wearing a white babydoll nightie and white thigh-high stocking with little red bows at the top. The nightie was knee-length but hid nothing.

“Do I have your attention now?” Megan asked.

She could tell by the bulge in her husband’s boxers that she did. She stared at his erection and seductively licked her lips. She loved tantalizing her husband. She slowly walked to him. She leaned over him, her mouth mere inches from his.

“Tonight is about us,” Megan said. “I’ve loved playing with Danielle, but tonight is about reconnecting with my husband.”

“Perfect,” Matt said.

“Do you like my nightie?” Megan asked.

“Very much.”

Megan lightly kissed Matt’s lips. Then she began to work her way down his body. She kissed his smooth muscular chest, gently caressing his skin with her lips. Her mouth continued it’s downward movement. Her mouth finally reached Matt’s erection. She flicked her tongue on the apex of the bulge, hitting fındıkzade escort the head of his cock through the boxers. Matt groaned with pleasure.

“That feel good?” Megan asked slyly.

“Very,” Matt moaned.

Megan continued to flick his tip through the boxers. A moment later she saw his juices beginning to soak through. She had him right where she wanted him. She opened his boxers, and his cock sprang free. Her mouth went immediately to the head, sucking gently, her tongue continuing to flick the tip of the head. Matt moaned louder.

“Fuck, Megan,” he gasped.

She continued to suck and flick. Matt’s cock was throbbing in her warm wet mouth.

“Want me to make you cum?” she asked.

“Yes!” Matt replied.

“Not yet,” Megan teased.

She turned around and moved her backside up the bed. Soon Matt was staring at his wife’s wet mound.

“Lick,” she commanded.

Matt slid his tongue around her lips slowly, gently. Megan moaned as she took all of him in her mouth now. She went halfway down him, gagging slightly. Matt moaned and continued licking. He gently took her engorged pussy lips in his mouth and began to gently suck. Megan gasped. He sucked harder; she moaned on him. This was driving Matt wild. He was going to explode. Megan could feel him throbbing but didn’t want the fun to be over yet. She pulled her mouth off him.

“Yes, Matt, fuck me with your tongue,” she moaned.

Matt stiffened his tongue. Megan slowly stroked him. She felt his tongue pressing into her wet slit.

“Shit,” she gasped as it entered her.

Megan tasted so sweet. He wanted to taste more, to make her orgasm. He moved his head faster, his tongue thrusting faster in and out of his wife’s hot sweet pussy. Megan moaned. She wanted Matt to keep going; his tongue felt amazing inside her. But she also wanted his hard throbbing cock inside her as well. She moved off of Matt and lay down next to him.

“Fuck me how I like it,” she said.

Megan spread her legs wide for her husband. She watched him as he moved to her, his eyes filled with lust for her. She watched his throbbing cock; it made her even wetter. She lay there, ready to receive her husband. Matt pressed against her opening.

“Yes!” Megan gasped as Matt slid into her.

“Oh, fuck!” Matt moaned as he entered her.

Her pussy was warm, very tight, and very wet. He thrust slowly into her, eliciting a moan. Megan arched her back slightly. He slid all the way into her. Slow and deep. They could both feel themselves building.

“Harder,” Megan said.

Matt thrust harder now, his balls slapping against his wife.

“Oh, yes, I love that,” Megan said. “Don’t stop!”

Matt held her legs up in the air and began to pound his wife hard and fast. His cock slammed into her tight hole, hitting her wall. She’s never had a fucking like this before. It felt amazing. She was nearing orgasm.

“Fuck me, Matt!” she screamed. “Fuck my tight pussy!”

“Yeah, you want my hot load?” Matt groaned.

He could feel his cock swelling. Megan felt him getting harder, throbbing deep inside of her.

“Yes,” Megan moaned. “Give me your cum. Put your hot seed in me.”

Matt fucked her as hard and fast as she could. Megan could no longer restrain. She let herself go.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed.

Matt felt her contracting around his cock, her juices soaking his throbbing cock. He lost it. Megan heard her husband’s groans of pleasure as she felt him explode inside her, his manhood shooting hot thick semen deep inside her. It took a minute for him to subside. He pulled out, his erect cock covered in their love juices. Matt collapsed next to his wife, out of breath but very satisfied.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, gasping for air.

“Yeah,” Megan said, also trying to catch her breath. “One of my most intense orgasms, I think.”

“What do you want to do for dinner?” Matt asked.

“Room service,” Megan said. “I’m too tired and too sensitive to walk anywhere.”

This is an edited version of chapter 1 of the Photo Shop, my first steps into writing a story; I did this editing myself but only after receiving the edited version of chapter 2 by a very talented editor I now work with. This chapter 2 version is also forthcoming. Further chapters will always be edited by him. I appreciate comment, positive or negative, however when it’s an anonymous poste a comment like “You don’t know English” or “I was bored after 2 pages” will not help me to improve and do better in the future. For those who already read chapter 1, 2 or 3, I hope you will appreciate the edited versions.

Chapter 1: Catharina

My name is Lewis but everyone calls me Lew and my story starts, when I was made redundant in the company I worked for.

Up to when I was 59 I was doing pretty well in the business world, working hard sometimes 12 to 14 hours per day.

I held the position of European logistics manager for an American company which allowed me to travel extensively throughout Europe and sometimes even overseas.

During these travels I met lots of people of all ages and gender, but my interest was mostly drawn towards the women especially in view of my hobby, photography which eventually led me to open a camera and photo shop in the village where I lived.

I served the company faithfully for 42 years after all, so the redundancy payment I received was ample when I said my goodbyes, allowing me to follow through with my life ling dream.

A few months after my retirement I found an existing old photoshop almost in my backyard.

Nobody paid any real attention anymore to the little photo and camera shop in the village where I lived, it had been there for ages, with a small shop window with analog and the newer digital cameras on display, nicely arranged around some typical photos you would expect in such a small establishment.

Photos of pets, blended with some photos of newlyweds, kids doing their first or holy communion and some of the few local events.

The chap running the shop was almost an antiquity himself, he must have been well in his eighties, in fact during the actual sale I found out he was eighty-seven ,so high time for him to retire, which he confirm to me he was doing gladly.

The left over money allowed me to have a nice new photo studio built in the back and equip the shop with all the latest equipment I needed for printing photos.

Before I start however to tell you how my adventures in the shop were developing, at this point I would like to share the unique event that triggered my passion for mostly general photography to move into an entirely different direction.

During a business trip to Italy I met this gorgeous Italian girl. I quickly learned her name was Catharina.

Maybe, I wouldn’t want to call her a girl anymore as it turned out she was 19, but more a young woman.

She was working as a waitress in the hotel’s restaurant where I stayed at the time.

I had a rough day when I met her, going to several meetings with suppliers and I was absolutely bushed, so I decided to stay in the hotel rather than go outside to have dinner.

Usually these hotel restaurants don’t attract to many patrons, as they tend to be pricy and the food mediocre, so the place was virtually empty when I arrived.

I chose a table next to a window overlooking the garden in the back of the hotel.

When I was comfortable seated, this beautiful girl came over with menu’s tucked under her arm.

She spoke in a sultry voice like only Italian women can “Buonasera sono Catherina tua cameriera questa sera.”

I always had a thing for languages so I must admit I sort of wanted to impress her with my relatively small knowledge of the Italian language.

“Buonasera sono Lew e mi piacerebbe cenare, ma parlo molto poco italiano.”

“Do you speak English?” I asked.

“Yes” she replied, “I studied the language at school and love to practice.”

She then kindly asked, “are you dining alone sir?”

Upon my positive reply, she asked “let me get you an English menu then sir.”

“That would be very kind of you my dear.”

She disappeared but returned quickly and handed me a menu card.

Catharina gave me ample time to check the menu after proposing to bring me a drink.

As a wine lover I asked, “Do you have an open bottle of red wine you can recommend, preferably something local maybe?”

That was clearly the trigger that she needed to demonstrate her knowledge of local and other wines.

“Oh yes sir, we have an excellent red wine from a small winery in the vicinity of Rome, they produce this wine exclusively for us. It has just the right amount of tannins and can be drunk very young.”

“Excellent Catharina was it?”

“Yes sir at your service.”

“You seem rather young to already know so much about wines how is that?”

“I am studying to become a sommelier sir.”

“Excellent then I am in the right hands to give me the best advice about the wines offered here.”

So şişli escort we got to talking about her passion for wine and eventually mine for photography of course.

I must admit that I had been studying her and what I saw really triggered my interest and got me thinking about asking her if she’d done any modeling work.

Contrary to a lot of Italian women who have their hair dyed blonde, she had remained with her natural color which was close to black, not gypsy blueish black but a warm natural black color. She was wearing it in a high ponytail, as was probably required by the hotel management in view of her job there.

For an Italian girl she was rather tall, my guess was somewhere between 1,75 meter and 1,80 meter, like most young Italian women she was slender but with nice curves in all the right places.

Rather quickly Catharina confided that paying for her studies was hard, as her parents were not wealthy, she had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet and gather the money to finance her studies.

“And that is how I ended up in this hotel as a waitress.”

“Yes I understand your predicament, but allow me to ask, you are a very beautiful young lady…” “You are flattering me sir,” she said with a shy smile.

“No I mean it, have you ever thought about modeling?”

“Modeling, you mean like in fashion shows or for fashion magazines?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, there is a lot of money to be made in that line of business.”

“So I heard but then you need some sort of a portfolio to be sent to agents and fashion houses and I don’t have the money to have one made, besides I don’t think that I am beautiful enough or have the courage to venture in that direction.”

“As photography is my hobby, allow me to totally disagree with you, I think you absolutely have what it takes to make it in that world, maybe I could help you with that?”

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that for me and I am sure that you have no bad things in mind but to be honest, I don’t really know you.”

“You are absolutely right Catharina, I am a total stranger and as far as you can see I might be a serial killer or rapist that’s true.

“No, no, you seem like a nice person, but I only just met you and I only know that you are a guest in the hotel.”

“Yes you do which makes it extra easy for you to look up my data in the hotel registry.”

“That’s right but still…”

“You know what, I am staying in Rome over the weekend to continue my meetings the next week and I have nothing planned, in fact I am looking at a boring weekend having already visited all the tourist sites in Rome on previous occasions, you are from Rome, I bet you know a lot of places in the city totally unknown to the average tourist which are absolutely worth seeing.”

Gathering up all my courage I asked Catharina “If you are free, would you consider to be my special guide Saturday or Sunday afternoon? you would be totally safe out in public places, surrounded by fellow Romans and you would save me from total boredom, please, I will pay you the going fee for a private tourist guide!”

Catharina looked at me, I saw her braincells turning at full throttle, weighing pro’s and con’s.

“Ok, I could do that, and you are right I would be safe out in the street and the money would be more than welcome.”

“Great! And you know what, I will bring my camera and if you allow me I’ll take some pictures of you, that you could eventually put in your potential portfolio. I have some experience with wedding photos and pictures of kids that I made for friends and family, so how hard could it be to photograph such a beautiful young woman like yourself?”

At that point in time I had no intention whatsoever of taking pictures of her in her underwear or partially or totally naked well especially not down town, the future would prove me wrong.

We said our goodbyes and agreed that she would pick me up for a walk Saturday around two o’clock.

Rather excited about what would be my first model shoot, not with a professional model but still a very beautiful girl, I went to my room.

The next morning , after breakfast I asked the concierge of the hotel where I could find a shop to stock up on batteries and one or more memory cards for my camera as I didn’t want to run out of power and certainly not out of storage capacity as I intended to make the most of this opportunity.

Promptly at two o’clock she showed up in the lobby of the hotel to take me on her walk around town.

She looked quite different not wearing her waitress uniform, she sported tight fitting jeans, which actually looked like they were painted on instead of her wearing them. No visible traces of underwear were showing, I guessed she did not go commando so I presumed she wore a tiny thong or string.

The tightness of her jeans really accentuated her head-turning cute bottom.

As it was nice and warm outside, her top was sleeveless with a boat neckline leaving the top of her shoulders fatih escort bare hinting that she was not wearing a bra which was confirmed by her nipples pressing against the tight fabric, seemingly like tiny naughty creatures that were desperately trying their best to get out.

The top stopped short above her jeans, just leaving a hint of bare skin at the level of her midriff but still showing a cute belly button.

Luckily in those days navel piercings and tattoos, which I find absolutely horrible, were not the fashion yet.

There is nothing more beautiful than the natural look of a woman, an unpierced untattooed skin is the best dress a woman can wear.

“Hey Catharina I don’t think we can totally avoid some of the touristy places, the Trevi fountain, the Spanish steps, the Colosseum, San Marco place and the Vatican as these would look great in your portfolio.”

As we went along she really got into the modeling thing and started to take poses drawing the attention of the younger Italian men devouring her stunning figure and looking at me with envious eyes.

After she took me to some patios of private houses that she knew were extremely nice and which were not locked around four we went for the obligatory small and extremely strong Italian coffee in one of the many coffee bars.

Taking me to these more secluded spots and me behaving like a gentlemen she had gathered that I could be regarded as a trustworthy person and started to confess that she was rather enjoying herself and becoming more confident.

Picking up on this unexpected opportunity I said “What do you do for dinner Catharina?”

“Uh dinner?”

“Yes, you showed me some interesting places so I am sure you also know some small interesting restaurants you can show me as well. Besides, would you condemn a poor lonesome photographer to have dinner all by myself in the hotel restaurant this evening?”

“No, you are right that would maybe be a bit cruel from my side. I know just the place that you would like.”

“Great! We’ve got a date, is around eight o’clock OK for you?”

“I know that this is rather early for Italians but we, people from the North eat earlier, well in fact much earlier, so I hope that eight o’clock is a good compromise.”

“Ok, but we can’t meet at the hotel, we have rather strict policies about employees mingling with guests!”

“I understand, so where shall I meet you then?”

“Come to the corner of the street on your right, I’ll be there around eight.”

At seven forty-five I was , a bit nervous ,waiting for Catharina at the corner of the street where the hotel, I had never done this before, having dinner with an unknown woman in a foreign country.

When she showed up, again she managed to take my breath away proving that even with a small budget she could look stunning.

Being a nice warm evening she wore a relatively simple, figure hugging, flowery summer dress with spaghetti straps just giving a hint of cleavage and ending mid-thigh with the rest of her sun kissed legs showing in all their glory.

I remember trying to pry my eyes off her cleavage even then, only to have them look up at her face, and drowning in her beautiful eyes.

“It’s only a short walk to the place I have in mind Lew.”

After a short fifteen minute walk we came up to this really Italian looking place, the kind that you mainly see in Italian movies. Small tables with red and white checkered table cloths.

When walking in you already started to feel hungry taking in all the fantastic smells coming your way.

“Buona serra Catharina! Come stai?”

“Molto buono e con voi?”

I was a bit lost, but I did understand the gist of the short conversation between Catharina and what I guessed was the owner.

We were guided to a table in a discreet corner of the place.

I presume the owner knew Catharina well as he hugged her.

“It looks like you are a regular here Catharina?”

“Yes and no, before I started to work in the hotel I worked here for a bit so in that respect I would be a regular. Would you mind if I order the food? I know that Antonio does not have menu’s in English, or shall I translate for your?”

“Absolutely not, please order the food, I trust you completely.”

I must say we had the most fantastic diner, which in its simplicity could compete with food I had eaten in many a top restaurant around the world.

The wine, as I expected, was superb, proving that you don’t always have to spend a fortune buying famous chateau wines to get the best. Catharina had of course a point to make proving that one day she could become an excellent sommelier.

As usual I had taken my camera to record our diner together and add some more photos to the ones I had taken earlier that afternoon around town.

“As the night was still young Catharina and it is a beautiful Summer’s night in Rome may I suggest a walk to digest this excellent food we had?”

“That’s an excellent idea Lew.”

She led me through avcılar escort these small Italian streets where the buildings look absolutely horrible on the outside but which hide beautiful patios and very luxurious apartments on the inside.

Arriving at a less posh area of the city, turning to me, Catharina said, “Shall we have a cup of coffee at my place which is just around the corner?”

“Sounds excellent to me Catharina, provided you can serve me a latte macchiato?”

“I can do,” she replied with a chuckle.

“Hey I can also download the photos on your computer at the same time then.”

Going thru one of these big double doors which you find in most Italian places we came into a patio with a few poorly looking shrubs and what probably had once been a nice tree but had clearly died years ago.

Crossing the what dilapidated patio we went upstairs to her small apartment.

“I am sorry that you will have to climb so many stairs but I live on the fourth floor.”

I wasn’t sorry one bit as I got to stare four floors long at her delightful bottom, slightly wiggling and shaking with every step she took.”

Her place was tiny but comfortable and spotlessly clean, something which is rare to see when you visit the digs of a nineteen year old.

The room was comfortably furnished with a table for two, a settee, a nice antique looking bookcase, filled with books, on wine of course and some posters of vineyards and grape varieties on the wall.

“I can see from your choice of books that you are living and breathing wine in every possible way, except the fluid one I guess, as that would probably drain you’re budget?”

“I do have my sources for wine, they don’t always have to cost a fortune if you know where to get them.”

In one corner there was some sort of kitchenette with a two pit gas stove, some cupboards above and below probably holding all the usual necessary kitchen utensils.

On top of the gas stove the one and only Italian expresso coffee pot, which she immediately started to prepare to produce the suggested cups of coffee.

As she already knew I am not a big fan of these strong coffees called espresso that put hair on your chest so to speak and meticulously prepared the Latte macchiato I had mentioned.

She preferred the real hard stuff, black as the night with lots of sugar.

While looking at the pictures we got to talking about how she sees her future how she was going to finance her studies and what she hoped to achieve in life in the wine business.

“I mentioned before I had my sources to get wine, well I have an uncle…”

“Don’t all Italians have an uncle somewhere?” I jokingly asked.

“Yeah, that’s thru, but mine has a small farm where he grows olives and some grapes and during the harvest and vinification period I go there to help pick the grapes, crush and press them, thus not only learning about the taste of wine but also learning the basics of making wine as well.”

“Way to go girl! Now coming back to the pictures I took this afternoon and evening, would you dare to take it a little further than what we did during the day in the streets?”

She blushed and asked “What do you mean?”

So I took the plunge and asked “Would you be willing to show some more skin than what you were showing this afternoon or this evening during dinner?”

Total silence was what followed but I could see that she was fighting inside on what she would answer.

“I am only looking to take some more artistic oriented photos of you. I will keep my distance when taking them and rest assured I wouldn’t even dream of touching you!”

Finally after what was clearly a long internal debate she replied “OK but where could we do that?”

“There is no better place than here, this I where you feel and comfortable, so why not here and maybe now, unless of course you are too tired?”

“OK, what exactly would you like me to do?”

“You should only do what you feel comfortable with, maybe you could start by lowering one of the straps of you dress, with her back to me and look seductively over your shoulder.”

She giggled and started to do just that.

I started snapping pictures trying different backdrops in her little apartment, but certainly with her long life dream of becoming a sommelier in mind.

“Hey Lew this is nice but isn’t it becoming a bit boring? Shall I maybe be bold and lower the zipper of my dress?”

As she did she was revealing her lovely back to me at the same time proving she was not wearing a bra.

When the zipper had gone down all the way to her lower back only her hands were supporting the top half of her dress.

“Shall I turn to face you now?”

“Yes that is a good idea.”

All of sudden by turning she lost her balance.

“Wow!” she cried, lowering her arms to support herself on a nearby piece of furniture.

It was then that earth’s gravity took over the control of her dress which immediately dropped all the way to floor, revealing her almost naked back to me and the camera.

Quickly she tried to replace the dress with her hands covering her lovely perky breasts.

For the rest she was almost completely naked with the exception of her tiny thong still covering the most intimate feminine part of her toned body.

Chapter 10 — Temporary Change

As the sun spilled through the blinds, I realized that I was still in Penny’s bed. I reached for her, finding nothing but empty mattress next to me. I opened my eyes and saw that she had gone. There was a note on the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and sat up to read.

Don’t miss me. I will be back before you know it. Until then, Brooke will take care of you.
All my love, Penelope

As perfect a moment as I had felt the night before was as much as this moment sucked. I found within this game that feelings, even my own, often changed very quickly. Before I even had time to wallow, the bedroom door flew open and Brooke barreled into the room. She pulled me out of bed, led me to the bathroom and handed me a towel.

“Take a shower and don’t waste the day,” she instructed me with a brilliant smile.

I did as I was told and it was the perfect kick-start to a peaceful, relaxing weekend. Brooke and I did some work around the house, getting some things in order and making some small changes. Her taste was simple and light, it was comfortable and easy to like. We spent both nights sleeping together without making love. That was also very comfortable and easy. Neither of us said so, but it felt like a very respectful way to share how much we missed Penny.

As Monday morning arrived, I began missing Penny more. I hit the office and enjoyed the distraction it provided. As Monday came to a close, I decided to work late. I feared that going home would mean thinking of Penny and that thought frightened me more than somewhat. It was after 7pm when there was a light tapping on my office door. I was slightly startled, thinking I was the only one left in the office. I looked up and saw a stunning frame in my doorway.

“Why are you here so late,” Emma asked me.

“I am a little nervous about going home tonight,” I admitted openly.

“Now you understand how a lot of these women felt when you left,” she pointed out. “We should have leaned on each other and we didn’t, which only added to the ache. I don’t think we are gonna let that happen again.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” I suggested. “I am not going anywhere.”

“Well, stupid boy, we are not gonna let it happen to you either,” she insisted.

“I will be alright,” I postured.

“I know,” she confirmed. “That’s why I’m here. I am in charge while Penny is gone, so get your things and let’s go get a drink.”

I looked at her and could immediately tell that her terms were non-negotiable. I shut my computer down and grabbed my briefcase while Emma waited in my doorway. I followed her to the parking lot and then to the small local bar right down the street from our office, Millie’s. We pulled into the lot and headed inside. It was a small place, that wasn’t so much a hole in the wall but more of a local pit stop. The crowd was light on a Monday night, with several locals standing around the bar.

Our conversation was light as we sat on a pair of stools at the bar. Emma had a glass of wine while I ripped through a beer. I was not good company at the moment and I could tell that Emma sensed it as well. She smiled and then leaned forward on her stool.

“Remember the games we used to play in bars,” Emma whispered in my ear.

I nodded. I certainly did remember the trouble this hot blonde lawyer could cause. We had several encounters that turned very interesting in this type of setting. I began to wonder what kind of trouble she wanted to cause escort şişli tonight, though I wasn’t in the mood to participate in any games.

Before she could speak again, I stood from where I was sitting at the bar and excused myself to the men’s room. I took care of my business and splashed some water on my face at the sink, trying to refocus and get out of my haze of missing Penny. I returned to where Emma was still seated and found that whether I wanted to participate or not, Emma had begun her game for the evening.

Two men in collared golf shirts and khaki pants were now standing next to Emma, talking to her. They were laughing and in good spirits as I approached. The laughter stopped as I reached where they were at the bar. I nodded to both men and looked at Emma.

“I think I am going to head home,” I said to Emma.

Her smile disappeared and she glared at me. I knew that I was not up for this, but the look on her face told me that Emma understood that as well. Then her smile returned, now much more devilish.

“If you leave now you will miss all the fun,” she insisted.

“Oh, I don’t think I am going to be much fun tonight,” I acknowledged.

“If you leave now you will miss me winning 500 dollars cash,” she informed me.

I looked at her curiously. What the hell had she done now? I knew it had something to do with these two guys and Emma thinking she could get over on them. I didn’t doubt that she could, the variable was what role I was going to play in this little wager of hers.

“This is Ted and Brian,” she said as she introduced me to the two gentlemen standing before her.

Ted was about 6 feet 3 inches tall with wavy jet black hair and a skinny build. Brian was shorter, probably 5 feet 9 inches or so with blonde hair that was cut short to the scalp. Both men were clean shaven and neither was older than 30. I wondered what they had gotten themselves into. I shook hands with both guys and waited for one of them to tell me what the hell was going on.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to stick around and watch blondie here come up short on our bet,” Brian baited me.

“What do you gentlemen do for a living,” I asked them generically, changing the subject for a moment.

“We’re software developers,” Ted informed me.

That wasn’t a surprise. They had that preppy, douchebag look.

“4 days a week,” Brian laughed. “Every Monday we hit the linx.”

“Sounds like a sweet deal,” I admitted, still trying to feel these guys out. “How did you guys play today?”

“Well, Ted here shot an 85,” Brian mocked him. “While I shot an 80.”

“Wow, that’s a great round,” I conceded, never having shot under 100 myself in my limited time on a golf course.

“Great for Brian,” Ted barked. “We play $100 per stroke, so he’s up half a grand today.”

It became evident by their words, attitude and body language that both of these men did very well for themselves professionally and did not have to worry about money.

“So you have bet your newly acquired 500 bucks against Emma here,” I surmised.

“It seemed like a sucker bet,” Brian divulged. “It’s an easy way to double my money.”

“So what’s the bet,” I finally inquired directly.

“They are,” Emma stated, pointing past Brian to two lovely young women sitting at a table.

The young women were both blond and neither could have older than 22 or 23. Both were thin framed and skinny and both were very attractive. I smiled at the young escort nişantaşı lady on the left as she caught me glancing at them. She did not acknowledge me. I looked back to Brian and Ted.

“We tried to send them a drink and we were shot down horribly,” Ted came clean.

“I felt bad watching these two get their egos crushed like that,” Emma giggled. “So, I sent them a drink and told them to come over and talk to me.”

“Then this gorgeous creature said that she was ten times the man that either of us is,” Brian stated, his tone getting harder, almost resentful.

“I can’t argue with that,” I responded, looking at Emma.

“Well, let’s see her prove it,” Ted snapped. “She bet 500 bucks that she could go over there and come back with a pair of their panties.”

It instantly became clear to me that these two guys were way out of there league. This was not only going to be easy for Emma, she was going to enjoy it and then, I was 100% certain, she was going to make these guys suffer in defeat. I shook my head to keep from busting out in laughter at these two clowns.

Without another word Emma rose from her chair began to walk away from the three of us at the bar. Her ass swayed from side to side as her heels snapped on the wood floor. One of the young women stood and started to walk towards the ladies room. Emma instantly redirected herself and followed the young blonde into the lavatory.

We watched them disappear through the door and then we waited. None of us could take our eyes off of that door. Time passed slowly as we waited for either or both of them to emerge. While we were waiting, an interesting turn of events took place. Another woman attempted to enter the ladies room, but found the door locked. I was rather intrigued by this as the woman waited and appeared quite put out.

Finally, after what seemed like much longer than it actually was, the door opened. The young woman came out first and made her way back to her table. She sat down next to her friend and then waved daintily at me. I gingerly waved back, not sure where this was headed. Emma then appeared and sauntered back over to where we were standing. She hoped back up on her stool and sipped her drink.

“No luck,” Brian laughed, half asking.

Emma smiled at both he and Ted, then she winked at me. She did not speak, though we were all waiting for something. I noticed someone coming towards us out of the corner of my eye and turned my focus to my right.

The two women, who had been seated at a table, were now only feet away from us and walking with a purpose. The taller of the two, whom Emma had followed to the ladies room, stopped just in front of me when she reached where we were standing. She reached out gently and grabbed my hand, using it to pull me closer to her. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and then bit my earlobe rather firmly. I felt her place something in the center of my hand and then close my fist around whatever it was.

“Your girlfriend is fucking hot,” she whispered as she pulled away from me.

The young blonde then walked past me and directly out the front door of the bar. I was surprised, to say the least, unsure of what had just happened. Brian and Ted were staring at me, with looks of sheer disbelief. I lifted my hand and slowly opened it to reveal a pair of pink, lace thong panties. A feeling of laughter filled me, though I did my best to contain it. A smile lit up my face as the two men stared at my hand.

“How escort mecidiyeköy do we know those aren’t yours,” Ted asked. “You were in that bathroom a while, anything could have gone on.”

I had never once considered that. It was not Emma’s style. Her face turned and she now seemed annoyed, though she did not respond. She ran her hands under her skirt and up towards her waist. Emma then moved her bottom slightly on the stool she was seated on and slid her own panties down her legs. She maneuvered them over her shoes and deposited them into my hand, joining the pair that was already there.

Ted hung his head in shame, realizing now how ludicrous his suggestion actually was. Emma turned her head to the side and stared at both men, knowing that nothing else could derail her victory now.

Emma raised her left hand and held it out, palm up. Brian reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He opened it and placed five crisp, new 100 dollar bills into Emma’s waiting hand. Emma hopped off her stool and grabbed the panties out of my hand. She tossed both pairs at Brian and then grabbed me by the arm.

“Keep those as a souvenir,” she laughed at him as she pulled me towards the front door.

Emma dragged me through the front door and into the parking lot. She slammed me up against her car and slammed her mouth into my own. Her tongue darted between my lips and her hands scoured my frame frantically. I was immediately aroused as I pulled her to me and grabbed her ass firmly through her skirt.

She pushed me between her car and my own, which were parked side by side, kissing me sloppily the entire time. Emma reached down and undid my belt while we kissed. She dropped my pants and tore down my boxers between the cars as I groped her fantastic body.

“Be a good boy and give it to me,” she purred as she rapidly stroked my firm shaft.

I needed no further invitation as I slid her skirt up around her hips and parted her legs. I leaned her against her car which allowed her to put her feet on my car behind me, giving me perfect access to her gash. I pressed my swollen member to her hole and jammed it into her. Emma sighed deeply as I forced my prick inside her.

I held her against her car and began rocking in and out of her box hurriedly. I fucked her hard and fast in the parking lot, giving her my best in a short amount of time. I rammed her continually as my orgasm built swiftly. I fucked her tight, little hole aggressively, causing my cock to swell as it penetrated her repeatedly.

Emma groaned and bucked through her climax as I continued to inject my rod into her wetness. She sensed my climax coming and made me stop. She lowered her feet off my car behind me and allowed my cock to slide out of her. She then opened her passenger door and sat on her passenger seat, taking my soaked cock into her mouth.

She sucked my dick like a vacuum, letting it run rapidly back and forth across her lips. She licked her juices off my rod as she swallowed my member again and again. I grabbed her blonde hair and held her head still as I exploded in her mouth. I dumped squirt after squirt of cream into her gullet until I was spent. I crashed back against my car door as my cock fell out of her mouth.

Emma looked up at me and smiled. She wiped a small drop of semen from her chin and then stood up. She pulled her skirt down and kissed me on the cheek.

“See you at the office tomorrow,” she laughed as she made her way around to her driver’s side door.

I buckled my pants back into place as she pulled away. I got in my car and as I pulled out of the lot, I noticed Ted and Brian standing in the parking lot near one of their cars. They were at a vantage point where they had to have seen everything that just occurred. Poor bastards.

Travis stood on the corner, wishing that he didn’t give a crap about what he wore.

After all, if he didn’t give a crap about what he wore he wouldn’t have come out tonight in just jeans, a T-shirt and a thin leather jacket. The tee even had holes in it where the seams were wearing away after countless washes and being worn to innumerable gigs and shows. But it was vintage, as was the jacket, and the jeans and sneakers might not have been but they completed the outfit.

And he wanted to look good tonight, he wanted to look the part.

But Jesus Christ it was starting to snow! A nice thick winter coat wouldn’t have gone amiss.

Or, then again, he could just bite the bullet and go into the hotel.

He looked up at the blandly impressive cream and gold complex that he’d driven out to and fought to control his shivers. This wasn’t really a part of town where anyone he knew had ever lived. It was all upmarket urban apartments, miniature shopping malls with half a dozen boutique stores, and luxury conference complexes like this one.

He eased his cell phone out of the tight denim of his pocket and checked the time. Ok, well if he was going to do this, then…

– – –

Inside, the lobby was a fairly ugly combination of tasteful minimalism and gaudy flourishes. Everything was cream and gold. Travis was a dark smear – denim, leather, tattoos and hair gel. The man behind the counter glanced at his feet as he approached, as if he expected to see dirty black footprints tracking off behind the rockabilly spook. He didn’t look too snooty though, and even Travis himself had to admit that he looked a little out of place there.

“Hi,” Travis smiled, used to the raised eyebrows and slight pauses, “I’m here for the Thompson-Frost wedding… thing. What suite is that…?” He tailed off, hopefully leaving the tall, healthy looking guy something to work with.

“I should call up first,” the clerk smiled, in a kind of ‘no offence’ tone of voice, “What’s the name?”

“Travis Hart, just… Travis. They’ll know who it is.” He turned back to look again at the lobby and the people passing through it. It was weird how things like this made him so nervous when he’d done so many stupid, crazy things risking life and limb that hadn’t made him bat an eyelid. Actually no, that wasn’t so crazy was it? That was just who he was and, in a way, why he was here.

He didn’t see anyone he knew – no members of Ali’s family that was. The wedding itself wasn’t until tomorrow though, they’d probably all be arriving then. He wasn’t invited to the wedding of course, and he was still kind of fuzzy as to why he’d been invited (maybe ‘summoned’ would have been better) tonight. Tonight he guessed they were going over the finishing touches, and then there’d be hen night and the stag night. This was fucking depressing.

“Sir?” Mister Healthy-Complexion broke into his reveries with a light cough, “That’s fine, sorry to keep you. They’re in the Plumtree Suite on the second floor. You can go right up. Turn left after you come out of the elevator.” Travis nodded his appreciation and headed towards the row of gleaming gold elevator doors.

It came as no surprise to Travis that there was a handsome, formidable, middle-aged woman waiting for him when the doors opened on the second floor. She regarded him warily – as if he might try to make a break for it and dash past her at any moment.

“Hello Travis,” she greeted him with a smile – tight but not without some warmth.

“Hello Elaine, how’s things?” Travis felt like he had been dropped unknowingly into some kind of game of wits, and that possibly he had to defeat this boss before he could advance to the next level.

“Wonderful. My daughter’s getting married tomorrow.” Elaine was a little too much sometimes – too shrewd or too intense – but she was clearly a good person and a great mother. Travis had no intention of trying to put anything over on her. Actually, he strongly doubted that he could. He smiled to see the unlit cigarette she was clutching in her hand. Same as always.

“I think that’s why I’m here,” Travis shrugged, “I got her message.”

“I like you Travis, but don’t get stupid.” Elaine stepped forward, and Travis almost stepped back instinctively. He managed to stand his ground against the slight woman though, which was some small victory at least. She was almost a good foot shorter than him. “I think she wants to clear the air with you before she moves on to the next – happy,” this she stressed excessively, “phase of her life. Don’t mess things up for her.”

“Elaine come on,” Travis appealed, “I’m not going to do anything to make her unhappy… y’know, anymore.” The quip fell flat, and Travis himself winced at the terribly pitched attempt at humour, physically apologising for it to the tense mother in front of him. “I mean, I almost didn’t come but I figured – if it would make her happy…”

“Well, good.” Elaine never seemed to take any notice of his appearance, and he liked that. Even when she had first met him she had only been interested in the kind of man he esenler escort was, not the kind of clothes he wore. “I have to pick up Charlotte from the house, apparently she decided to start the hen night drinking without the hen and she’s too drunk to make it out here alone. I’ll be back as soon as I can with her…”

“I see…”

“So, you’ll probably want to be gone before then,” Elaine looked at him significantly as she stepped past him to call the elevator. She might still have some respect for him, but Ali’s sister Charlotte hated his guts. Running into her would be a real mood killer for everyone.

“To be honest, I’d like to get this over as quickly as possible,” he answered, a little ruefully as Elaine stepped into the elevator’s cream interior.

“Good luck in the future Travis, don’t say anything stupid tonight.” The doors slid shut and Travis couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips – first level complete.

He found the Plumtree Suite and, still feeling hideously out of place and scuffing his dirty sneakers nervously against the deep shag of the carpet, he knocked three times.

“Come in.” Ali’s voice, clear and relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile as he opened the door.

“Hi, it’s me,” was his stadium-worthy opening gambit, though it almost died on his lips when he saw her. She was a vision, a Hollywood wedding-movie dream in a dress so pure white that it made the cream walls look a dirty tan brown. Her blonde hair wasn’t fixed properly he guessed, it was just pinned up behind her head, but still she was beyond radiant. The dress itself was gorgeous, off her shoulders and curving over her bust beautifully, managing to be both simple and spectacular at the same time. The bustier was elegant and minimal but the dress exploded out at the waist into a gravity defying cascade of silk and lace that bloomed out for what looked like several feet in every direction.

She was truly beautiful – and of course it hurt.

“Trav!” The warmth of her smile stung too. They had broken up so long ago now that it didn’t hurt bady, it didn’t make him want to break things and people like it used to, but he couldn’t see her without being stabbed by knives of regret. “I didn’t think you’d come!”

“You look amazing Ali,” he said as he walked into the room. Only now did he notice the other girl – someone from the hotel or the dress shop that was making last minute alterations to the work of art she was wearing. The girl did a slight double take at his appearance, but smiled at him, and quickly continued her work. The room itself took a few seconds to come into focus too – it was something like a big meeting room, with a long table stretching away to his right that was covered in myriad boxes and wedding ephemera, and a large clear area near the door where they were standing.

Travis had wondered what he would do when he saw her; whether he should give her a casual hug or a quick kiss on the cheek, but it looked like he wouldn’t really get a chance to do either. Her dress was so big it looked pretty difficult to navigate around. It was a shame, he’d been greedily looking forward to that moment. He wondered how her fiancee was going to handle it at the altar.

Fiancee? Husband by then. Lucky bastard.

“You look really good too,” she grinned, “I’m glad you haven’t changed.”

“You’ve changed enough for both of us I think,” he cracked with a wicked grin, taking a walk around her to look at the dress. “That’s quite a construction.”

“I know! Isn’t it? How’s it looking Claire?”

“I’m done I think!” the previously silent assistant piped up, “You want to slip it off now?” Ali looked pensive, the same thoughtful expression Travis had seen a million times before.

“I think I’ll keep it on until my mother gets back, until Charlotte can take a look,” she decided, “Why don’t you go have a break or something Claire?”

“God that sounds good! I need a coffee like you don’t know!” the bubbly girl laughed, “See you later.” She slipped out with a wave, and a nod to Travis, leaving them alone in the long, brightly lit room.

They stood in silence for a moment, each regarding the other with a faint smile, as if psychically trying to ascertain what the situation was between them. They’d met briefly several times in the years since they’d split up, and each time they’d been a little more civil to each other. But each time one of them had said something that had killed the civility, and a few months ago a mutual friend had let slip to Travis that Ali had known her current fiancee before she and him had broken up. A savagely bitter email from him and they were back to square one.

That, he figured, was why she had asked him here. And sure, it had hurt then, it had torn open old wounds, but seeing her now… he just didn’t care about that any more. If she wanted to make sure all was forgiven then she was in luck.

“So, how do I really look?” she asked with a wary smile.

“Absolutely beautiful. An absolutely beautiful model bride,” he atakent escort grinned.

“Model huh?”

“Straight out of a magazine.”

“To straight for you?” She knew what he was thinking, and he threw back his head and laughed. It felt good to let the tension out.

“You were a sexy-ass punk chick, Ali.”

“I’m a sexy-ass ‘square’ now.”

“I guess you are.” He leaned against the edge of the table and looked her up and down again. “Can you sit down in that thing?”

“Ah… sure. With difficulty. There’re no actual wires under here,” she patted the huge meringue of her skirts, “just a zillion, zillion petticoats. Look, it’s pretty easy to move…” She did a quick spin across the floor to demonstrate. “It’s a marvel of modern fashion.”

“It is fantastic,” Travis nodded, more seriously, more genuinely, “You’ll look beautiful tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” Ali smiled, appreciating his honesty now. “Listen, last time we… were in contact…”

“Forget about it,” Travis waved his hand, “Water, bridge, all that. I’m pretty sure it was Stan accidentally being an asshole and making something out of nothing.”

“It was!” Ali leaned forwards, excitingly jumping on this take on their final argument, “I didn’t even know I’d met Tom before when we got together. Which was a long time after…”

“It’s cool, it’s cool,” Travis wasn’t sure that he really wanted to spend much time talking about Tom Thompson. In any case, what he knew of the guy he didn’t like much, so he was worried that he might upset Ali by accidentally insulting him.

“Yeah, I met Gretch the other week. She’s coming tomorrow. I heard about her breaking up with Stan!”

“Which was long overdue,” Travis smirked, a little sourly. Their friends had been ill matched from the start, and their five-year relationship had only made sense after it fell apart.

“And now she’s with Raf? Was that difficult for… everyone?”

“Well… I guess. I don’t hang out much with Stan anymore considering he hates Raf’s guts, but that isn’t exactly breaking my heart.”

“Oh,” Ali sighed and let a sad smile slip out, “I miss you guys.” She really had been part of their group of friends, only to completely drop out when she and Travis had broken up.

“Well…” Travis shrugged. What the hell was he supposed to say? Miss you too? He did. Deep down in his guts, in the very core of himself, he wanted her back. But his brain was working better these days, and he couldn’t say for certain that they would ever be right for each other. It was just hard to let go of the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ali looked away, as if suddenly aware of what she had said, “thanks for being… ok with this.”

“Well,” he couldn’t help himself, “not ok, but y’know… if you’re happy.”

“I am,” she looked up at him, a little strangely he thought, “happy with Tom.”

“How is he? How is Tom?” Travis stretched his hands out either side of him on the table, and this time he couldn’t help the snide cynicism from breaking into his voice. Thankfully Ali seemed to take it with grace.

“He’s great. Busy at work, but he’s… Everything’s great.”

“What…” Travis’s voice started to rise, and he fought to keep the sarcasm in check, “What kind of music does Tom listen to?” Ali narrowed her eyes at him, but she was still smiling. Travis had grown up so much since he and Ali had been an item, but there was still a creature inside him that couldn’t help pushing things. Pushing them as far as they could go. That was why Elaine had warned him not to be stupid, and he hoped that the creature wouldn’t push too hard today. He really didn’t want to make her upset, but her fiancee was an idiot and he couldn’t help himself.

“I don’t listen to punk music anymore y’know,” she shot back, “I grew out of it.”

“Oh, nice. But avoiding the question! What kind of music does Tom like?”

“He works a lot, so he listens to… stuff to chill out. I listen to everything you know that, so it’s cool.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve got great taste in music. That’s why I…” Travis wisely tailed off before things got too personal, “Anyway, how about Tom’s taste in music?” Ali pursed her lips and he knew he had her.

“OK! Jesus you win! Tom likes fucking awful music!” she blurted. Travis burst into laughter and his heart soared when he realised that Ali was laughing with him. “He listens to nothing but the most derivative indie and the most MOR cock rock. It’s painful! I’m trying to cultivate a taste in classical music to stop him from putting that shit on when he’s cooking, because god forbid he’d listen to anything with keyboards or a drum machine.” Ali was really alive now, her old fiery, spiky self, and she jabbed a finger at him as she spotted a line of attack. “That’s right! He cooks, which is more than I can say for you. Worked out how to make an omelette yet?”

“I memorised the number of the new pizza shop down the street,” Travis shrugged, “Does that count?”

“Pathetic!” Ali stepped towards him, beykent escort bringing the penumbra of her dress to inches from his sneakers. Her hands were on her hips, and for a split second her saw her in tight, ripped jeans and an even tighter t-shirt, her hair a gender-bending pompadour, her eyebrow pierced. “Remember that time you tried to make dinner.”

“Yes I…”

“And I came home and Raf had you out on the steps because he was worried you had ‘smoke inhalation poisoning’ or something?”

“Remember when you almost lost a fingernail trying to restring a guitar.” Travis hopped to his feet, hips set like a gunslinger, grinning from ear to ear to be back in a tussle like this. “And for that matter – remember your band?”

“Don’t even…” Ali put her hands over her ears, “La-la-laaaa! I was never in a rock and roll band!”

“Oh I’m sure I can dig up the evidence. That song that went… how was it? ‘I wasn’t loooo-o-ost… but now…'” Travis brayed out the chorus of one of the few songs Ali had penned. He was no singer, and he tailed off as they both gave in to the laughter that bubbled up from their chests. “Seriously though,” he said, risking the small movement it took to touch her arm, “He’s a good guy?”

“He’s a good guy,” Ali caught her breath, her face still bearing the traces of a smile, a little sad perhaps, “I’m very lucky and I’m going to be very happy with him.”

“That sounds really… well thought out,” Travis frowned, interested in the careful way she had phrased her answer.

“Some people think things through, Trav,” she teased.

“Yeah, I heard about it, I’ll give it a try when I’m fifty I think.” He kept his eyes on her and for some reason she couldn’t hold his gaze this time. She looked away sharply. “It’s just a shame to have to calculate everything.”

“I’m not calculating!” Ali protested, and there was less humour in her voice now. Travis knew he was pushing it – he was risking the wrath of Elaine. “But we… you and me…”

“No, I’m sorry,” he raised his hands, admitting his guilt, “you and me would probably never have lasted, we’re… terrible for each other.” Ali nodded, relaxing. “It just sounds like we were a lot more fun than this.” His smile was evil, he knew it, he just couldn’t help it.

“Fun?” he was happy to see that she seemed to be rising to it as a challenge, not as the snide attack that she might have seen. He hadn’t meant it like that but… things were always charged between them. All it took was one misunderstanding, “Didn’t I throw a fucking TV at you once?”

“Glad to see you still remember how to swear.” He saw her smile and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

“And didn’t I throw your car keys in the river?”

“I still think my car’s gonna be stolen by a frogman one day.”

“And didn’t I…”

“Didn’t we go to Albania just because neither of us had ever even thought about the country before?” The memory of that insane, unhinged vacation was such a good one that Travis knew it would bring a flush of happiness to Ali’s cheeks, and it did. Could Tom Thompson do that? Had he ever? He wanted to ask, but he was reining the creature in, he was fighting not to push things too far. Ali sighed.

“I think if I was still doing stuff like that, I’d go crazy Trav. I was worried about your… mental health for a while.”

“Eh… you should probably still worry,” he laughed. “I mean… that’s what’s important to me.” He watched very closely as, her cheeks still blushing Ali’s eyes came up his body. She was biting her lip, seeming to wrestle with something. “Y’know, random vacations, Halloween parties on New Years Eve… organizing your own gig even though you can’t play and your only half-decent song goes… ‘I wasn’t loooo-o-ost… but now…”

With another burst of laughter Ali reached out, and tried to cover his mouth with her perfectly manicured fingers, but what happened after that was so quick that neither of them could react until it was well underway. Ali’s fingers touched his lips and Travis’s hand moved on its own (later he would claim it was muscle-memory) snaking around her waist and pulling her tight to him. Ali’s hand moved too (again, muscle-memory – not her fault) slipping off his lips and around to the back of his head so that – with him pulling her by the waist and her pulling him by the head – their lips had no choice but to meet.

The kiss was hard, hot and brief. The huge, stiff skirts of Ali’s dress bunched and bloomed around Travis’s thin, denim clad legs as he pulled her hard to him, until their whole bodies were pressed together. Seconds later they broke apart, almost leaping away from each other.

“Christ! I’m sorry I…” Travis started, regaining the creature’s leash, but not really regretting what had happened.

“What am I doing?!” Ali gasped, incredulously, bending over, busying herself fluffing up her petticoats and her dress again. “What the fuck am I doing?”

“You’re doing something you’ve missed…” Travis bit his tongue three seconds too late to stop that slipping out. “Not me, just… doing something unpredictable. Tell me you haven’t missed that,” he challenged. She straightened up and turned to face him, her face blank, unreadable. She was silent for a long time, so long that he felt forced to break the silence. “I’ll go,” he nodded and turned to the door. Her voice, as it stopped him, hit him like a fist in the back.

Chapter 1

The story begins…

Today was the day. Friday. It had taken a month for it to arrive –practically forever, yet it had passed in the blink of an eye. What was she doing??… She’d had a difficult time concentrating on anything else except this for the last month, since the planning had started. She was nervous, excited, yet scared and dreading it all at the same time.

At 10:00am sharp – per plan, she went upstairs to her bedroom, reached into the very back of the top drawer of her dresser, and underneath her panties grabbed the small lipstick sized, bullet shaped item that had arrived in the mail last week. She’d hidden it there within minutes after its arrival. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her cheeks flushed, and hands slightly shaking as she gently pulled it out of the drawer and sat it on top of the dresser. Beside the item she placed one of the brand new pair of recently purchased panties. Slowly she undressed. Next – per plan – she went to her closet and pulled out the outfit she’d chosen to wear for this occasion. She had changed her mind and reselected it about a dozen times in the last week. She wanted to look good, really good – yet sexy as well. She wanted an outfit that showed off her assets without making her look like she was on the prowl.

She pulled out a packed bag from the back of the closet. In it was one change of clothing and an overnight toiletry kit. As she laid it on the bed, it became real to her that this was truly going to happen.

Slipping on the new panties – she hesitantly slid the small bullet shaped item into the crotch just as she snuggled them in place. She reached down and slightly readjusted it so that it fit in the crevice between her lips and slightly nudged her clitoris. With a deep breath she started dressing, putting on her black lacy low cut bra and then the soft silken purple button down shirt over top it – leaving the top three buttons undone to show off her cleavage. She stumbled over several of the buttons as she didn’t seem to have full control of her fingers. Her chosen dress for this occasion was charcoal grey and pleated, stopping slightly above her knee. It had a slit on the right side about eight inches long, showing a modest amount of her black nylon covered thigh. Her shoes – per plan – were black three inch heals with an open toe and thin strap around the back. She felt long legged and tall in them, sexy and good as they showed off her well toned legs. She kept in shape due to extensive dancing classes and was proud of them.

She looked at herself in the mirror, twisting sideways for a profile view – and automatically reached for the top shirt buttons to cover herself more modestly– only to stop and put her hands down. With a deep breath she turned, grabbed her overnight bag, and walked to the door.

Chapter 2

Promptly at 10:20am – per plan – she backed out of her driveway and started driving towards the hardware store about 20 minutes from her house. As soon as she left her driveway heading west, she became hyper aware of her surroundings, scanning the cars on the streets , both right and left, her head felt like it was on a swivel. Was that him? Right there – right behind her. Was he following her? Or was it just an accident that the same car had followed her for the last 2 blocks. No, she could tell that it probably wasn’t him as it was a beat up car, not at all what she expected a rental to look like. Somebody coming in town for a short stay would have a nice rental from a major company like Avis, right? Humm, of course this wasn’t a normal guy. Come to think of it, nothing about this situation or him was normal. Nothing. At all. What the heck was she thinking? Jeez, she should just pull in the driveway over there, turn around and go back home before she ended up on the evening news. She could see it now, “Local lady found bound and gagged in Wal-Mart recycle bin”. “Crap, screw zeytinburnu escort this” she thought.

She hit the blinker and started to pull into the driveway. Like an electric shock the silver device in her panties suddenly blipped for a moment– freezing her at the unexpectedness of it. “OH HELL” she almost screamed aloud, frantically looking around to see where he was. Nobody. Nobody was around. “How far away does this thing work?” blazed through her mind as her breathing accelerated and she started to panic. Her heart was in her throat when she pulled into the driveway, whipped the car in reverse, backed out and accelerated hard down the road. At that moment her cell phone rang – “JESUS H! He is here and is FOLLOWING ME!…..Oh Christ – what the hell was I thinking…” by now she was breathing hard through her mouth wondering if she was going faint. Grabbing her phone, she paused at the flashing caller name “Lorraine”. A quick hysterical laugh escaped, she then threw the phone down and started to slow the car down. “If this continues” she thought, “I’m going to have a fucking heart attack”.

Chapter 3

She pulled into her own driveway and parked, not pulling into her garage or turning her car off. She just put her head on the steering wheel and sat staring at the speedometer. About a million thoughts ran through her mind. Focusing on a single one was impossible.

Finally, after her heart rate had slowed to a manageable stutter she looked up – took a deep breath – and backed out of the driveway again. Two quick buzz’s let her know that he was still there, and she thought grateful at her decision to continue.

Chapter 4

He had her stop at Wal-Mart first, to pick up a shower exfoliating ball – per plan. As she got out of her car, she continued looking around, wondering if he was there yet, was watching her. Her answer was almost immediate, buzzing her long enough that her walk slowed to a stumble. It was almost as if he’d been reading her mind and wanted her to know that she was being watched and there was nothing she could do about it. How far away did this exquisite torture device work?

There were so many people around her. She just knew that they could see right through her mask, that she was being driven crazy by the bullet in her panties. They had to, her face was flushed red and her breathing was too fast.

In the store she went, and quickly found the ball and purchased it. She was so intent on looking around and seeing him that she didn’t hear the checkout lady ask her how she was going to pay. The lady behind the counter finally reached over and touched her sleeve to get her attention. She jumped, grabbed her credit card from her purse, swiped it and hastily left with the receipt.

As she settled into her car again, the silver bullet was pushed deeper into her, pushing her lips further aside and moving against her clitoris. She was acutely aware of it, waiting for it to remind her again that he was around, yet she was also somewhat hoping that it wouldn’t happen, that he would stop and disappear; leaving her to return to a modest life. Guiltless, risk free… unfulfilled… She could tell her husband that the night out with her girlfriend from college had been cancelled due to a flight delay.

Buzzzzzzz, shit, he wasn’t gone. He must have been reading her thoughts. She didn’t know if she was happy or sad, she just knew that she was going to continue this for right now, just to see what happened. She could always quit, right? However, she also knew that she was being inexorably pulled into this, that she was losing herself to the fantasy they had both shared.

Chapter 5

It was the most erotic, yet scary, thing that she’d ever done. She led an acknowledged quiet life, taking care of the home front for a husband that was gone much of the time. She had never really pushed arnavutköy escort the boundaries before – well, except for the month when she had first met her lover when she was still single, and let herself be seduced. The carefree times they had experienced were wonderful; the wild sex could never be forgotten. Not till the day she died. One time she even went so far as to straddle the car gearshift he was driving down the interstate, stuck her head out of the sunroof letting her hair whip in the wind while she received the vibrator ride of her life! She’d never done that before, or since. She flushed just thinking about it. She was once again going to push her boundaries though, do something that she’d never thought of actually doing, and spend one more night with the man that she still frequently thought about after twenty years of not seeing him.

Chapter 6

Next, she drove to the mall – per plan. She got out and walked into the mall, again swiveling her head all around, trying to catch a glimpse of a guy looking at her – or acting like he wasn’t looking at her. Her pace gradually picking up until she was practically running. She dodged through the front doors and suddenly stopped, turning around, checking out everybody entering, looking for him.

Nobody looked familiar. Nobody looked guiltily away. Fine, she told herself that she would see him at some point, she was convinced of it.

She walked through the mall, taking her time window shopping – per plan. Trying to act like she wasn’t doing it, she continued to look for him, glancing out of the corner of her eyes continuously, even looking in the store glass reflections. Nothing. She sat down on a bench, just enjoying looking around now at all the shoppers bustling around her.

A conversation suddenly came back to her that they’d had many years ago. It was about his job in the military. She seemed to remember that he had been an observer in the intelligence side of special operations and was trained to blend into the environment. He was a trained special operations soldier. She suddenly realized that she probably wasn’t going to see him, but that he probably had her under observation the whole time, watching every movement she made.

The potential of being in a dangerous situation hadn’t really entered her mind until that point in time, but just as quickly it flitted away. Twenty years. She knew him, knew that he was still the same guy. He would be a little older, a little more genteel in his manor, but she also knew that he still kept in shape, ran, that he pushed himself. She trusted him though. Hell, she had feelings for him.

Her clitoris suddenly woke and she jerked with the shock of the reminder of his presence somewhere near. She suddenly became conscious that she was sitting on a wooden bench and that the bullet was making a slight vibrating sound against it. She quickly stood and moved away, just as it stopped.

She turned and moved further into the mall. The plan said that she was supposed to go to the “Adam it was smooth with a slight bite to it. She was out of control now and totally in his. It scared her somewhat, but also excited her. She went to say something to him but he put a finger on her lips, hushing her.

Nothing happened then. It was so very quiet in the room. She heard a slight rustle of cloth, a soft footstep, and somebody close at hand take a shallow breath. The voice that she had heard only over the phone for the last 20 years whispered in her ear, “Hi lover… I’ve been waiting for you”. Christ, she almost came right there at the unexpectedness of it. She was soaking wet. The buzzer nipped at her again.

Lips suddenly touched the base of her throat and she gasped, instinctively pulling away slightly only to have him follow her. She started to reach for him, to put her arms around him but he whispered for gaziosmanpaşa escort her to stop and put her hands down. He touched her arms and nudged them down and back to the wall. “Stay right there” he whispered again in her ear, “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

The lips again started at the base of her neck, working up to the bottom of her jaw, then blazed back down to the vee of her shirt leaving a damp trail between her breasts. He alternated between tasting her with his tongue and scraping his teeth on her skin.

She could feel his fingers on the buttons at the front of her shirt, carefully unbuttoning them one by one. When he reached the bottom one, he gently tugged and pulled her shirt out and slid it off her letting it drop to the floor. Next he knelt down and pulled her heals off, helping balance her so that she didn’t fall.

He then stood and pulled her slightly forward and reached behind her popping the clasp on her bra. She shivered a little, then let her shoulders slump slightly forward allowing the bra straps to slide down her arms and her breasts to swing free as it fell off her. The hands gently pushed at her shoulders, setting her back against the wall again, causing her breasts to thrust out.

The lips attacked her again, right in her bellybutton. The tongue probed into her, then started a slow trail up. Her stomach muscles were quivering so hard that he had to put both his hands on her stomach to calm them.

She was hoping that he would hurry this up, she wanted him to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it, wrap his tongue around it, and hold both her breasts with his hands. She wanted to grab is head with both hands and pull it hard to her, but she resisted the impulse.

He ran his tongue up between her breasts and started moving over to her right one, getting to her areola, and circling her nipple – never touching the painfully hard brown sensitive nub. She just groaned at the torture, the waiting, remembering that she wanted this- had actually asked for it.

She felt his hands at the hem of her dress, the heat of them moving up the inside of it until they reached the point where it snugged down against her waist. He quickly grabbed her nylons and panties, gave a quick jerk and had then down to her knees before she knew it – the silver bullet fell to the carpet and bounced against her foot, rolling away against the wall. Next, he reached up inside her skirt and put his hand between her legs, simultaneously latching onto her breast and nipple with his mouth, sucking her nipple hard. Her hips thrust forward and her head banged back against the wall while she grabbed his head with her hand and pulled him into her. His hand moved up to her wetness, spread it, and a finger slicked its way into her as they both groaned in unison.

He pulled back causing her to tighten her grip around his head, and he relented, continuing licking, kissing and scraping her nipple. He suddenly and unexpectedly pulled away and crushed his lips against hers, practically pulling her into him in a deep breathless kiss.

She couldn’t stand to not see him and moved to take the blindfold off when he pulled away slightly, whispered for her to calm down. She relaxed against him. He pushed her back against the wall, and asked her to stay there. He reached down and pulled her panties and nylons all the way off and tossed them away.

He moved back further and slightly to the side, then knelt down and lifted her skirt, and she about collapsed when she felt his hands push her hips apart and his lips brush against hers – then his tongue start to lightly touch and move around her, flicking into and around her clitoris. She felt the initial spasms of an orgasm deep in her start.

He continued his exploration, lifting her leg over his shoulder and pushing her skirt up around her waist. He pushed his tongue further into her, slowing pumping his finger in and out of her. He latched onto her clitoris with his lips and slightly sucked on her, causing her to moan.

He continued, building up the intensity slowly, causing her to quietly groan and grind her pelvis into him. She focused in on the feeling deep inside her, knowing that she was less than a minute away from collapsing and coming all over him.

“Hey baby! Wanna come for a ride?” he shouted to the woman walking down the street. He was cruising along there is his mustang convertible leaning out the window as he spoke.

She was a good looking woman wearing a cute skirt and matching jacket, the skirt riding just below her upper thighs. She ignored him and turned her head of flaming red hair the other way, making it clear she would never ride with the likes of him.

“How ’bout some candy, little girl?” he suggested with enough charm that she actually considered it. But no, she kept walking. He would have to do better than that.

“Come on baby, I’ll take ya for a ride you won’t ever forget. A real ride, the kind that’ll make your legs weak and that sassy ass tingle.” He gave her that look, that serious ‘I can do it and you know it’ look.

She sidestepped a little closer to his car. He was wearing her down, just not quite enough yet.

“I’ll make ya twitch baby, make ya feel good all over, I’ll take ya places you’ve never been, take you so far there won’t be any coming back.”

He grinned then — a real bad boy’s grin. He had ‘bad boy’ written all over.

“See this babe, know what it’s for? He asked pointing down to the neat little step at the side entrance door of his car. It’s where you put your knees, babe, while I pump some wild feel good sensations through that fine body of yours.”

“Men!” she muttered to herself, her smile widening.

That was her guy cruising beside her, but he’d never done anything like that before. She remembered the last time they had sex and she had complained a little that they never tried anything new. This must be his attempt at putting a little excitement back in their sex life. All right, she would play along. Besides, she was tired of walking.

“All right, handsome,” she purred. “Take me for a ride.” She doubted it would be all that much fun, but hey, she had nothing else to do.

Nicole got into the car.

“So where we going, Hon?” she asked without a lot of interest.

“To the woods, my dear Nikki. Gonna meet Mr Big Bad Boy,” he said with an evil grin.

“Tony, I’ve had a long day. Where’re we going, really?” Her hard day had been shopping and the spa.

“I told ya the woods babe. You said we weren’t like, spicy enough. I believe you even used the word ‘dull’, and so… I got you a little surprise. You remember you called me too anal retentive to come up with anything new and exciting? Well baby, were going to find out just who is anal retentive.

“Oh crap,” she thought. “He couldn’t possibly mean… that…” she bit her lip.

“Tony,” she said aloud, “Just take us home, I’m tired. I’m not in the mood to fool around.”

“Don’t worry baby, we’re just going to the woods. I didn’t say you’d have to walk anywhere.” He gave her his most charming smile. “In fact all you gotta do is point that fine ass my way and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Nikki felt a small wave of excitement run through her. This wasn’t like him at all. She looked at him with a smattering of disbelief, was he really going to take her to the woods?

“Jeez Nikki,” she told herself, “You’re in trouble now. You got him all riled up telling him he couldn’t come up with anything new. Now what… what are ya gonna to do if he decides to get kinky? You asked for it. You’ve been asking for it for a long time.”

She knew it fatihescort was true. She had been asking for more. It was those dang books she read — those books that told her what she was missing in life. Oh no! What if he’d read some of those books too!

“Umm…” she hesitated. “Just what do you have planned?” she asked, a little worried.

“Baby, like I said. Just going to take you for a ride. There is a little surprise in the trunk for ya.”

“What do mean the trunk? What’s in the trunk?”

He was upping the stakes now. He had her curious, and like he promised, her body did tingle. She was worried about her ass now and she wasn’t sure just how much tingling she wanted there.

“Patience babe, patience. There won’t be any peeking till we get there.” He was enjoying the worried look spreading over her face.

Nikki was quiet, her mind racing at what he might have planned. Damn, if he had read some of that tripe in those books, she was in for a lot more than she might ever have imagined.

Tony pulled into a secluded spot in the local conservation area, stopped the car and told her stay right there and wait for him. He got out and went round the back of the car, and he knew Nikki could hear him rummaging in the trunk. He pulled out a nice new backpack.

Nikki sat in the car, worry clearly written on her face. What could he possibly be up too? How far would he actually go? She wasn’t afraid he’d hurt her in anyway. He was her husband after all. But those books had suggested that pain and pleasure were very close indeed. Her worried frown changed to excited apprehension. She started to feel like a woman in one of those books, and she was getting all hot and bothered. A little moisture escaped, dampening her panties.

“Okay babe, step outside here,” he said. Seriousness framed his face. He opened the back seat door — the one with the wide step at the bottom — that same step he’d told her was for kneeling on. Nikki got out and stood, waiting for the next command. She decided it was kinda fun and would do whatever he told her, as long as it didn’t involve anything too twisted.

“Give me your hands babe,” he said pulling her hands in front of her waist. Tony reached down into the backpack and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“Tony you can’t do that! What if there are people around?”

“Don’t worry. I checked it out babe. No one’s anywhere near,” he said and was so quick with the cuffs, she didn’t have a chance to protest any further. Her hands were neatly bound in front of her.

“Now the fun stuff baby,” he said with an overly satisfied grin.

He was getting hot too; his woman in a short skirt with her hands trussed had his cock rising at an alarming rate. She’d just been to the spa and smelled great too. He had plans, was going to make her cum over and over. He was certain by the time he was done with her that she’d never complain again. A guy had to preserve his image. If she wanted more than he had given in the past, she was in for a big surprise now.

Tony pushed her over, headfirst into the back seat of the car.

“Tony! Someone will see! Let me up!” She squirmed around, trying to get her balance back so she could stand up.

His hand grabbed her ass, under the skirt.

“Relax babe. There’s nobody around,” he whispered into her ear.

She levent escort felt her skirt being pulled up and his fingers touching her thighs. His hands felt like fire, searing though the flimsy material of her panties. His soft kisses, hot and whispery ran down her neck. With his two hands on her ass now, she thought she might melt. He was pulling her panties down real slow, and as they rode down to her knees, cool air hit her ass and she was fully exposed.

“Get them knees up there on the step,” he commanded, giving her ass a little slap. The bulge in his pants threatened to escape.

Oh damn she couldn’t refuse now. The thrill was immediate. That little slap helped wet her pussy, and now she didn’t care who might be watching them. He held her ass to steady her while she kneeled on the step. Just like he planned, she was in exactly the right position.

Nikki felt his hot tongue as it licked her and toured its way around her inside lips, up into her soaked pussy. The effect on her was unreal — cool air from outside and his hot mouth circling her ass and pussy stirred up the senses unlike she had ever experienced before. Being exposed to the outside world had a certain thrill.

His cock ached, throbbed with wanting her. He released his appendage from the confines of his jeans and pushed against her ass, making her gasp with the intent.

“Ready baby, ready for the first part? He whispered, pressing now against her pussy.

The first part? Oh damn ya, she was ready. She pushed her ass a little higher, making it easier for him to take her.

Tony slapped her ass again, a little harder.

“You like that baby?” His fingers slid along her clit, feeling the slick moisture. He slowly pushed his cock in, a little teasing at her entrance.

“Tony babe, jeez just do it. I can’t stand it, just do me Tony!”

Tony didn’t need any more encouragement. He took her slow and easy at first, building momentum, until he was slamming her good. She screamed a couple times, not caring if anyone heard. Bright hot flashes of ecstasy were hers and she came with a rush as he, too, increased his speed until he shot into her, filling her with his seed.

“Oh jeez I hope no one saw that,” she whispered, standing back up, a smile on her face.

“That’s just the start babe, if any one is around, they might take a liking to what I’m gonna do next.”

“Next? What do mean next, I thought you couldn’t get it up a second time so soon?” she grinned hoping he could.

“Don’t’ worry Nikki babe. What I’m gonna do next doesn’t require my dick, just yet.” He was getting turned on thick and heavy, with the image of her ass up over his lap in the back seat of the car.

“Give me your hands again babe,” he said, reaching around in front and undoing the cuffs. “Put your hands behind your back.”

“Tony!” she cried, as he grabbed her hands, not waiting for her to comply. Having her hands once again bound, but this time behind her, caused a hot little wave of excitement to tear through her. Tony grabbed the backpack and tossed it onto the floor of the car. He got in first, arranging himself in the middle of the seat. She was left standing there next to the car, not quite comprehending what he had in mind.

“Okay babe. Come on. Right here over my lap,” he said. With her panties still ortaköy escort around her knees and her hands behind her back, she looked so turned on that he thought he might come just seeing her all worked up, not knowing what to expect next.

“Come on. You can’t stand out there with your panties down. Someone might come by,” he said wickedly.

“Oh you snake! You sure know how to make a girl blush,” she said, turning red, thinking someone might indeed be looking.

She had no choice but to do as he asked. With a bit of trouble because her hands were tied, she managed, with his help, to lie over his lap. A whole new set of thrills tormented her body. She’d never been over his lap before, with her ass so exposed right out there in the open.

“You ready baby? Ready for the second part?” His cock was growing already, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“You better not do anything weird Tony. I mean it,” she said, getting concerned.

Tony didn’t say a word. He just enjoyed the view a few minutes, then he pulled her panties down further before starting to caress her ass and pussy. She was squirming some when his fingers worked her clit. The bulge in his pants got a little harder with her wiggling around over his dick

Tony! Jeez, what if someone sees! Close the door,” she said getting even hotter.

“Relax babe. There’s nobody out there. Besides, like I said — if there is, they got a great view of your fine ass.” He gave her another little slap.

Tony resumed fondling her, working her up until her body was having little twitches of pleasure.

He reached down for the little bag of tricks and set it right behind her ass, resting it against her legs. There wasn’t much room, but he wasn’t worried. Tony gave her another little slap, then another, still working her clit with his other hand. She was good and wet then and raised her ass a little higher over his lap. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small, wicked little vibe he bought that day. Turning it up to its max setting, he aimed for her pussy.

The effect was immediate, and she bounced around on top of him, making his cock almost hurt with expectation. His hand found her ass again and he warmed it well with sharp slaps from his hands, giving it a nice red glow. Nikki didn’t care who might be watching then. She was ready to cum, her ass was hot, and her pussy tingled in most delightful way. The little vibe was insanely wicked as he ran it up and down her slit and around her rear hole.

“Ya like that don’t ya babe? Now I got one more little surprise for ya baby,” he said reaching for some lube and a nice set of anal beads.

Nikki felt the lube at her rear hole, his fingers working some in.

“No! Tony not there!” she cried out, not really wanting him to stop.

The little vibe pushed at her pussy while the beads slid up her rear passage one by one. He set a nice slow rhythm, pushing both toys in and out of her entrances till she screamed and squirted, soaking them both.

“Ya got one more round coming baby,” he smiled, undoing her cuffs and putting the toys back in the pack, his cock ready to explode.

With a little struggle they changed positions with him on top facing her. She was ready for that, and his cock filled her hot and hard. His throbbing dick pumped her at a startling rate. They both climaxed, and bright and brilliant waves of ecstasy were theirs. They lay spent and happy, entangled together for some time in the back seat of his car.

“Well baby was it worth the ride?” he asked closing the car door.

“Oh you know it was,” she purred looking forward to their next car ride. She would never say their lovemaking was dull ever again.

The sun had set on yet another gorgeous winter day. Molly Hunter had sat on the porch of her small Colorado home, watching the sky transform through a series of vibrant oranges, reds, and pinks, until, finally, the sun had completed it’s descent behind the mountains. This time of year, those beautiful sunsets were the only real color anyone had to enjoy. Molly always made herself available to watch the changing skies with a mixture of awe and appreciation. For her, happiness could be found in just about anything, and right at that moment, there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be.

Of course, she wouldn’t have minded having someone to share such moments with.

Overall, for a woman in her mid-twenties, she was doing quite well with her life. She had an amazing job that she loved, working with children coming from unstable families. Her home was bought with her own money. She had a dog, Bennie, a golden retriever that really only ever retrieved her from sleep in the middle of the night. But, damn, she sure did love that furry little guy. How can you be upset at something that is quite literally over the moon every time you walk through the door? That thinks you are the queen of everything that is good in the world?

Even with that, though, she so often found herself longing for the closeness of a partner, for someone that, maybe, actually said out loud that they were happy you were home, instead of jumping on you, sharing their fur, and licking your face. If she were being completely honest, she was lonely. As a kid, her dream was to fall in love, find THE ONE, have kids, a home, a picket fence. As an adult, that dream seemed more like a fantasy. Well, at least she had the home – minus the picket fence – but, a home nonetheless. Plus, there was Bennie.. he was a bit like a child. But, in the end, there wasn’t anyone she could share her life with.

It wasn’t as if Molly hadn’t dated, or had serious relationships. It was just that they never worked out. For a while, they’d be great, always with that period at the beginning where there was a fleeting thought of ‘this could be it.’ Later down the road, however, things always changed. At some point during the relationship, it would seem everything the other person did was an annoyance. She wouldn’t consider herself picky, though, or the one at fault for the ending of these pairings. Okay, maybe partially at fault, but, honestly, sometimes they just weren’t all that nice. Or sanitary. Or considerate. The list could go on, but needless to say, there was a reason those relationships didn’t last more than 3 years, and only that long because she was just too nice to break the news until finally she literally couldn’t take it anymore.

In the end, the life she’d envisioned as a child just was not looking as if it’d happen any time in her future. Molly’d all but given up on marriage. Besides, Bennie was good company.. and as far as sex went, orgasms were pretty damn amazing with her little silver bullet. She could have the fun without all the drama, right?

With a heavy sigh, she collected her blanket and coffee mug and headed inside, Bennie at her side, tail wagging. She felt her cell start to buzz in the pocket of her sweats and took it out.

‘Damn.. here we go again…’ she answered the phone. ‘Hi, Mom! how are you?’ All the false excitement she felt was forced through the stiff smile she now wore. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her mom, Shirley, she did with all her heart. It was just that, at this stage in her life, any phone calls Molly got from her were riddled with questions about settling down and giving her grandkids. Plus, on a side note, it irked Molly to no end that this often happened right after having deep thoughts about her own future. She was pretty sure her mom was somehow in her head.

‘Oh, I’m fine, honey. Just checking up on you. You know how I worry with you living alone. I don’t suppose you’re seeing anyone since we last talked?’ Shirley said, trying to make it sound offhand.

‘Well, gee, mom, let’s see. We spoke on the phone two weeks ago, and had lunch 3 days after that, so, no, not much has changed in my personal life since then,’ she replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her answer.

‘No need to get snippy with me, Mol. I can still take you over my knee -‘

‘No, you can’t. I’m at least 2 and a quarter inches taller than you, and pretty sure I can run faster.’

They both laughed for a moment, then Shirley said, ‘I really don’t mean to be a pest, sweetie. I do honestly worry about you. No, before you start in on me, I am not insinuating that you can’t take care of yourself, or that a man is the key to happiness. I am just saying that I know you, and I know that you certainly wouldn’t mind having someone to share your life with. Not to mention, Valentine’s Day is coming up..’ See, thought Molly, she’s in my head!

‘Of course I do, mom. I just haven’t met that person yet. And, really, I’m starting to wonder if I will. But, seriously, topkapı escort mom, I’m not unhappy! I love my life and have so many positive things going right now. Please, stop worrying.. you don’t have any room left on your head for more grays.’

‘Oh, shut up!’ yelled Shirley good naturedly. They laughed again and, after a bit more small talk, said their goodbyes.

Molly’s smile faded a bit as she ended the call. Maybe someday she’d meet that guy, the one that would sweep her off her feet, but, for now, there really was no reason to stress or dwell on it. Besides, she had a date that night.. with ice cream, the couch, and whatever was premiering on HBO that night. Being single wasn’t that bad, at least she had sole possession of the remote control.

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Later, after a hot shower, Molly lie in bed, wide awake. No longer obsessing on her non existent love life, she instead sat going over that very explicit, hot, sexy love scene from the movie she’d just watched. Quite frankly, it had turned her on. A lot. She’d always been a very sexual person, open to new things, willing to experiment. If anyone were to ask her what she was ‘into,’ she wouldn’t know how to answer. Her turn-ons covered every side of the broad sexual spectrum (with a few exceptions.) Right now, however, all she could think about was getting downright dirty with a hot, sexy man.

Molly closed her eyes and let her imagination do what it did best…

She was lying on the bed, her sheer negligee clinging to her breasts. The fireplace was ablaze to the left, illuminating her smooth, white legs. She ran her fingers down her neck, her breasts, her midsection, her inner thigh, moaning. Suddenly, her bedroom door burst open and he walked in. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest, covered in soft black hair.

‘I was just thinking about you, if you couldn’t tell,’ she said softly, smiling.

‘It looks like you started without me, lover. What should we do about that?’ He replied, unbuttoning his pants.

She sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. He walked up and stood in front her. She looked up, eyes wide, but she felt no fear, only desire.

‘I think I owe you an apology, sir.’

With that, she slid to her knees before him. He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her toward him. She placed her hands behind his hips and pulled him toward her as well, her mouth open and eager. His hard cock slid into her mouth, her lips closing on the shaft. She took him as deep as she could, felt the tip hit the back of her throat, sending a gush of excitement to her aching pussy. His rock hard cock slid in and out of her mouth as his hips moved back and forth. She lowered her right hand to finger herself, felt her wetness. Her hand was covered in it as she slid three fingers in and out of her rapidly.

Molly was fully naked in her bed by now, her fingers as deep inside her as she could get them, soaking wet. Her life-like dildo deep in her mouth as she imagined it was his. She removed her fingers and rubbed her clit, breathy, loud moans filling the room.

He slid out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. Before she knew it, her negligee was in pieces on the floor, having been torn off.

‘Get on your hands and knees,’ he demanded.

She obliged. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind her. She leaned down onto her forearms, her ass in the air. He rubbed and massaged her ass cheeks as his cock slid between the valley between them, still wet from her mouth. Without warning, he slid into her, all the way, as deep as he could get it. Her moan was loud and her pussy instinctively tightened around him. He let out a loud groan as his head rolled back. He kept thrusting harder and harder, guiding her with his hands on her hips.

Molly shoved the dildo further into her pussy as she squeezed her hard nipple, she was so close to cumming. ‘Please don’t stop fucking me,’ she moaned breathily.

‘You want to taste yourself, you dirty little thing?’ He asked, but before she could answer, he’d already pulled out of her, moved to her side, grabbed the back of her hair, and shoved his hard cock into her mouth.

Molly started vigorously rubbing her clit with her vibrating bullet, the dildo now back in her mouth.

She tasted herself, moaned as she sucked him clean. She could hear his moans getting louder and louder, knew he was going to cum. With one last hard thrust into her mouth, and a loud grunt, his hot cum covered her tongue. He still held onto her hair, looking down at her. She returned his gaze as she sucked one last time before he slid out of her mouth.

Molly all but screamed as she climaxed, her breathing erratic, her clit throbbing and pulsing. She lie there, allowing her heart to return to it’s normal pace, her breathing to regulate.

‘Ho..ly…Shit,’ she breathed.

Needless to say, she slept quite soundly that night. aksaray escort Even fantasy men could wear you out.

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The next few days seemed be on fast forward. The center she worked at was preparing a play about Valentine’s Day, starring all the kids 12 and under. The process of which, including rehearsals, kept her far busier than she usually was. Not to mention causing her not to get home until sometime after 6 each night, sometimes later. Luckily, opening night was this coming weekend, a week before the actual much celebrated day that Molly had dubbed Lonely Hearts Club Day. She was exhausted, and, as much fun as she was having with the kids, could not wait for things to just calm down and return to normal.

Molly rolled into her driveway at 6:03pm. She looked up to see Bennie looking out the living room window, his tail moving so fast she could barely see it. Upon opening the door, she was bombarded by yellow fur and doggie kisses.

‘Hey, baby! Did you miss me? C’mon.. let’s go outside!’

Molly let him out and returned to the living room. Her cell started to buzz as she took her vibrant red hair out of it’s constricting ponytail. She answered with one hand as her other massaged her scalp.

‘This is Molly,’ she said into the phone.

‘Miss Hunter? My name’s Shaun. I’m a friend of Sally, at the community center, and a photographer. As a favor, she had asked if I’d be able to take some pictures of the kids for a play they’re doing. I was just calling to see if tomorrow would work for you? Say, 3pm?’ came the voice on the other end.

For some reason unknown to herself, the sound of his voice caused a slight fluttering in her stomach. It was so soft, yet sounded as if it belonged to a buff young man.

‘Hello? Miss Hunter?’ he spoke again

Regaining her composure, she stammered, ‘Hi, um, yes.. Yes! 3 is good, I’ll be there!’ She rolled her eyes at her own over-excited sounding voice. Idiot, she thought.

Shaun laughed. ‘Well, ok, then, Miss Hunter. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Molly hung up. That was strange for her to react to a mere voice. It certainly had never happened before. She shrugged and started to undress. No sense in overthinking it. More than likely he was a photography student fresh out of college.. probably wouldn’t know what to do with her body even if he had the opportunity.

By 8, she and Bennie had eaten, and Molly was relaxing on the couch with a book, a glass of wine on the end table. Two hours, and a bottle of wine, later, she was exhausted, and slightly tipsy. Usually, being tipsy segued into being horny and another rendezvous with her fun toys would ensue. Tonight, however, she was just too exhausted to even think straight. Frankly, she was surprised she’d lasted as long as she had.

‘Gee, Bennie, I don’t know how you survive this life of partying that we lead. Lay off the sauce, pup,’ she teased as she scratched behind his ears.

Molly readied herself for bed and slid between the sheets. The last thought she had before falling into oblivion was of a faceless Shaun whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

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Morning pretty much happened as soon as she’d closed her eyes, she was sure of it. There was no possible way she slept at all. If the way she felt wasn’t a dead giveaway, then the way she looked should have been. She was pretty sure those dark circles weren’t under her eyes yesterday, and had something died in her mouth? For a brief moment, she considered leaving her hair the way it was. She’d just tell everyone it was her punk look. Against everything inside telling her to crawl back into bed and call in sick, she started the shower.

An hour later, she was starting to feel more human, with her travel mug of coffee, and a piece of toast in her belly. Her light use of makeup had her feeling like she no longer resembled a zombie, and her hair was once again pulled back into it’s neat ponytail.

‘See you later, Ben-Ben. Mama loves you!’ and with that, she headed to work.

‘Hey, Sal, how’s it going?’ Molly greeted her co-worker, Sally Mitchell.

‘Good, Mol-‘ she’d looked up, ‘And.. you? Late night? What’s his name??’ she asked with a smile, coming closer, eager for gossip.

Molly gave her a confused, and slightly wary, look. She even went so far as to look behind her to see if she may have been speaking to someone else. ‘What on earth are you talking about? Who said anything about a late night.. or a man?’

‘Hon, you look tired! I’ve never seen you come to work with those circles under your eyes,’ Sally said with a huge smile.

Molly laughed outright. ‘Oh, please, Sal! I was just up late reading.. though, there may have been wine involved. Honestly, Sal, I just got carried away with the book, and had one too many glasses.’

Sally looked disappointed. ‘Damn, I was really hoping you’d have some good news for me, Hol. fulya escort Anyway, in other news, some of the girls and I want to go out this Saturday, get wild, you know? Want to come? Maybe you’ll meet Mr. Perfect!’

‘I have some serious doubts about meeting the man of my dreams at a bar, Sal. Besides, the kids are doing the play on Saturday, I can’t miss it, they’d be disappointed,’ Holly said, feigning a disappointed face, jutting out her bottom lip.

‘Yea, yea, you never go, even when you don’t have a legitimate reason,’ Sal said quietly. Then she smiled, ‘at least this time you actually do have a good reason. You’re off the hook, but I will literally drag you out next time, got it?’

‘Deal,’ Said Molly, smiling.

The day progressed much as the rest of the week had, busy and fast. Before she knew it, it was 2pm, and time to get the kids ready for dress rehearsal.

‘C’mon guys, this is it! Our last rehearsal before opening tomorrow night! I know you can do this, you all rock!’ Molly smiled broadly, throwing two thumbs up into the air.

She sat in the auditorium watching the kids, completely enthralled in their performance. The play itself was small and silly but the effort they put into it made her proud. Some of these kids had really come a long way since they first started coming to the community center. Molly had found that they so easily found their way into her heart, and she cared immensely for every single one of them. Lost in her thoughts, and watching the play, she was startled when someone sat next to her. She jumped, putting a hand over her heart.

‘Whoa, sorry.. sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I came in a second ago, but I guess you didn’t hear me,’ said the man sitting next her, smiling. His blue eyes regarded her openly, his smile literally lit up his face, and for a moment Molly was unable to speak.

When she didn’t say anything, just stared at him, his smile faltered just the slightest, and he spoke again. ‘Um.. well, Sally said I’d find Miss Hunter in here. You’re the only adult I see, so, I guess.. that’s you?’

‘Yes! Sorry, didn’t mean to yell. Yes.. Please, call me Molly. I’m sorry.. who are you?’

‘Oh, yea, sorry. Shaun Sellers, Sally’s photographer friend.’ He put out his hand to shake hers.

‘Oh, hi! I thought your voice was familiar,’ she said as a slight blush crept up her cheeks. Until just that moment, she hadn’t remembered thinking about his voice as she fell asleep.

‘So, where would you like me to start?’ Shaun asked.

‘Well, I guess just anywhere, really. I just want to have some memories for the kids. They’re doing so well and I figured they might want to remember this for a long time,’ she replied.

Molly couldn’t stop staring at his face as he unpacked his camera equipment. He was most definitely gorgeous. Older than she’d imagined, which gave her a bit of a giddy feeling inside. Why, she didn’t know. This was just a business arrangement, not a date. Then why were there butterflies going wild in her tummy? Her eyes moved up to his hair, light brown, not too long, but long enough, and it looked soft. For a fleeting moment, she imagined running her fingers through it. Blushing again, she cleared her throat.

‘I really appreciate you coming. This means a lot to me. The kids, I mean,’ she corrected hurriedly. ‘Well, me and the kids. Everyone, actually. We care about them so much and know having something to remind them of their achievements, big or small, will mean a lot to them. Am I rambling? I feel like I might be rambling.’

Shaun raised his eyebrows at her with a half grin.

Blush was becoming a permanent color on her cheeks. She normally was never this nervous around people, even good looking men.

‘I am so sorry. I literally do not know what is wrong with me. Is there a rewind button, can we start over?’ she asked hopefully.

Shaun laughed. ‘You’re even prettier than Sally said you were.’

With that, he got up and went to the stage to start snapping photos. Molly sat there for at least 30 seconds before she realized her mouth was still hanging open. She snapped it shut and took out her cell phone. With swift fingers, she typed out a text to Sally.

– Okay, who is this guy, and did you tell him I was pretty!? –

– A friend from college, and yes, I did! –

– Wait, wait, are you playing matchmaker? –

– No clue what you’re talking about 😉 –

– Jesus, woman. You’re lucky I love you! –

– For the record, he is single, and an all around awesome guy! –

After about an hour of Shaun taking a multitude of photos, including some of Molly with the kids, he gathered his things and walked up to her.

‘I actually had a really great time today, thanks for giving me the opportunity to do this,’ said Shaun sincerely.

‘No, thank you, honestly. This really does mean the world to us, what we do here, and giving the kids a sense of pride and self worth. From what I saw on your camera, the pictures look amazing. I can’t wait to see them all,’ Molly said.

Shaun turned to go, changed his mind, and faced her again. ‘About what I said before I started shooting.. It was mostly out of my mouth before my brain had processed thinking it. I hope it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, or give the impression that I’m creepy.’

Ahhh…this is the life, John thought as he was riding his Harley down a country road. Breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the countryside, he was making sure he didn’t pass up his exit to find the Cabbage Patch, his destination of today’s ride. As every spring, a big biker festival was held there and in bars in the area. Generally around this time all hotels and motels are booked solid, but in old biker fashion, John had chosen to camp out again. A small two men tent was secured on the back of his bike, a comfortable sleeping bag, plus an inflatable air mattress as well. The grassy area behind the Cabbage Patch, usually filled with cows and horses, turned into a giant camp ground in the spring time, filled with bikers from all over the world.

Carefully guiding his bike through the masses of people, tents and bikes, John finally found a spot on the outside of the field. Quickly he set up his tent and settled his personal belongings inside. Unfolding the sleeping bag and blowing up his air mattress could wait till later, now he wanted to get a cold beer and take in some of the action at the club. Slowly he made his way towards the large building which housed the Cabbage Patch, passing vendors of all sorts on his way.

Finally he found a stand that sold beer. Getting in line, he waited for his turn to be served. Looking around, his gaze settled on the body in front of him. A well shaped bottom in a tight pair of washed out jeans, a tight white shirt, with no bra lines as far as he could tell, and topping off the outfit where a black pair of cowboy boots and a ball cap, with a braid hanging down the girls back. Smiling to himself, he slowly moved up with the line, enjoying his view.

As the girl in front of him got served and moved away he casts an appreciative glance after her, just in time to see her turn her head, and wink at him with a pair of intensely dark green eyes. Taking this as a definite invite, he quickly orders his beer, then tries to follow the green eyed girl in the crowds. But too soon he loses her in the masses of people around him. Sighing, he continuous on his previous course into the bar.

Finding an empty barstool, he orders another beer from the bartender. Looking around, John was trying to locate his buddies whom he was to meet tonight. Slowly sipping his beer, he looks around the darkened and noisy room, till someone taps him on the shoulder. Nate, his buddy, stands in front of him and motions for him to follow him to a table in the corner where the rest of the crew was sitting. Moving in between cliques of people, they make their way to the table, and after everyone is greeted, they settle into a night of drinking, dancing, listening to music and generally having a good time.

Every so often when John looks up, he thinks he sees the girl from the beer vendor earlier, but with so many people packed into a tight place, it’s hard to make out faces. Concentrating his efforts on the girl sitting next to him, he soon forgets the girl with the green eyes again.

As the evening wears on, the girl next to him, Maria, and him are getting closer and closer, and soon it’s clear that she will follow him to his tent. Holding hands and stopping every so often to kiss, John and Maria weave their way through the field to his tent. Once there he quickly inflates the air mattress and unrolls his sleeping back on top of it. They both crawl into the tent and try get undressed in the confined space. To make it easier on her, he gets back out, to take his pants off and his boots. Calling bakırköy escort into the tent that he will be right back, he walks around the tent to relief himself.

All ready with half a hard-on and looking forward to making love to Maria he crawls back into the tent. Only to find Maria there, half undressed and passed out cold laying on top of the sleeping bag. So much for a night full of sex and fun, John thinks to himself. Grumbling he tries to going to sleep beside the now loudly snoring Maria. Not being able to get comfortable and not being able to get any rest with the noise in the tent, he climbs back out, gets dressed again to roam around the field and find another beer.

Picking his way in the dark around tents and bodies sleeping in the open, he finds a beer vendor that is still open. Purchasing a couple of beers, he takes them and walks around, trying to find Nate’s tent. Suddenly he hears a voice behind him.

“Are you going to share those beers with anyone, or are you going to drink them all yourself?”

Smiling he turns around, to find the green eyed girl sitting in front of a tent, with a lantern illuminating her and the surrounding area. Quickly the plans to find Nate to share his beers with are forgotten. Walking closer to her, he reaches one beer out to her.

“Of course I will share my beers, I was just looking for someone to share them with.”

Returning his smile, she replies “Come, sit down. My name is Nathalie, what’s yours?”

“I’m John and I’m glad to see you again. I saw you this afternoon at one of the beer vendors.”

“Yes, I noticed you too then. You where standing behind me and staring at my butt the whole time we stood in line.”

Laughing he confesses, “Yap, that was me. Sorry for being so blunt, but I could never resist a beautiful girl.”

“It’s alright, most men stare at me, but I only wink and stare back at the guys I like.”

With a knowing smile at each other, that neither was going to spend the night alone, they clinked their beer bottles together. Each taking a long swig, then putting them down in the grass. They continued talking and getting to know each other. Each sharing their backgrounds a little bit, and where they came from. Surprisingly they only lived about 30 miles apart, and each had visited the bikers festival for the last couple of years.

As they talked, Nathalie lay on her side, resting her head on her left hand, looking up at John while he was talking to her. Smiling up at him, then reaching her right hand up to his face, she gently pulled his face close to hers, gently kissing him on the mouth.

“Don’t you think we wasted enough time talking now? Why don’t we show each other now how much we like each other?”

With that remark, she gets up and crawled into the tent, looking over her shoulder at him and beckoning him to follow her. Smiling he goes after her. Her tent is set up much like his own, with an air mattress and a sleeping bag on top of it. They take their clothes off, their arms bumping into each other in the confined area of the tent. John is done first, laying back and watching Nathalie take off her thong panties. Finally with both of them naked, John gathers Nathalie into his arms, kissing her for the first time.

She tastes like beer and smells like the field around them, of grass and country. Their kiss is getting more intense, their tongues are playing with each other and their hands are roaming across each others bodies. Finding her şirinevler escort breasts he gently starts to massage them, rubbing his flat hand across the nipples, turning them into little hard nubs. Concentrating on her left breast, he takes the nipple in between his index finger and thumb and pinches lightly, hearing her moan in response. Breaking their kiss he bends his head down, taking the nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He stiffens his tongue and runs it around the areola, then placing his lips around the nipple again he carefully sucks on it, feeling it harden even more in his mouth.

Switching sides, he starts to play with her right breast, as his hand moves across her flat stomach and down to the center of her woman hood. His fingers brush across her trimmed hair, feeling her wetness on his fingertips. Gently he rubs across her outer lips, spreading her moisture around before parting them and seeking her wet hole with his index finger. Slowly he starts to pump in and out, adding another finger while her hips pick up the motion. His thumb finds her clit and starts rubbing that while his fingers slide in and out of her.

While continuing to arouse her with his hand John stops the teasing of her breasts to move his head back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply. Breaking the kiss, he gets up on his knees, moving around in the confinement of the tent, placing his hard dick against her slightly parted lips. Greedily she opens her mouth wide, letting him slide his hardness inside her mouth. Slowly her tongue snakes around his purple head, swollen with lust and desire. Reaching one hand up, she cups his balls, gently massaging them. A small moan escapes John’s mouth as he leans forward to replace his hand with his mouth and lips. Dipping is tongue inside her wet hole they now lay side by side in the classic 69 position.

Soon the tent is filled with their sounds of passion. Suddenly he grabs her hips and rolls both of them over, bringing her to lay on top of him. Spreading her legs wide on either side of his head, he can now use his hands again. Wetting one finger of his right hand with her juices, he starts to run it around her rosebud, while two fingers of his left hand immediately dip into the wetness of her pussy. Moving them in rhythm he continues to lick around her clit. Sometimes taking it into his mouth and sucking it, sometimes just flicking his tongue over it.

Moaning loudly Nathalie bends her head down, dripping some saliva onto his shaft, then cupping her hand she slowly moves it up and down, while moving her other hand to massage his balls and lowering her mouth to his head. Kissing it first, then engulfing his head with her mouth, circling around with her tongue, before taking as much of him inside her mouth as she can. Moving her head up and down, she matches her massaging hand to the speed of her mouth and tongue. Sucking and licking him, just as he is licking and sucking her.

Knowing that both of them where getting close to climaxing, John slides out from underneath her, leaving her to lay on her stomach. Getting in position behind her, he slides his erection across her buttocks. Teasing her anus again, before inching himself into her wet and waiting hole. Gripping her hips tightly he pushes his hardness all the way inside her, so that she can feel his balls against her pussy with his every stroke. Holding on with his left arm around her hip, he reaches his right hand forward to massage her clit güngören escort for added stimulation.

John’s movement with his hips is slow at first, but both of them are so excited and aroused it doesn’t take long for him to pick up his pace. Rotating his lower body in an almost circular motion he slides in and out of her. His right had switching from her clit to move up to tease her breasts and nipples. Nathalie’s butt is slamming against his hips with every stroke as they move faster and faster. Groaning loudly he puts both of his hands on her waist, pulling her even closer against him and enabling him to slide as deep into her as he can. Both of their moans filled the tent, and crying out loud John unloads his sperm inside her. As he is spewing his climax into her, her vagina muscles start to contract, milking him of every drop and Nathalie’s own orgasm combines with his.

Out of breath and exhausted, they both collapse on the sleeping bag. Pulling her into his arms, he places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“If I would have known this would happen, I wouldn’t have left you out of sight after I saw you at the beer vendor.”

Laughing against his neck she agrees, sliding her soft hand across his chest and playing with his nipples.

Smiling down at her he replies, “You better stop that, this might get you into trouble again.”

“Maybe I like that kind of trouble?” she answers back and moves her hand down to his groin, surprised at finding him still erect and hard.

Grinning widely, she gets up and straddles his hips, leaning forward to kiss him deeply, while brushing her sex against his. Her clit is stroking against his shaft, both still slick with juices from their lovemaking. Her still hard nipples touch his chest as they continue to kiss. Reaching her left hand around, she slowly guides his erection to the entrance of her pussy. Lifting her hips first, then slowly settling down to take him inside her. Not moving at first, she just moves her muscles, massaging him, which evokes a slow moan from John. Sitting up, she starts to move her hips in a circular motion, not really moving up and down, but just enough so both can feel the friction between them. Reaching his hands up, he cups her breasts with each hand, teasing her nipples with his fingertips.

Leaning forward a bit, and putting her hands on either side of his head, Nathalie starts to slowly move up and down, bending her head down every so often to kiss him and to offer her nipples to his mouth, which he greedily licks every time. Their noises of passion soon get louder again, as their tempo gets faster and faster. Placing both hands on her hips, he helps her move up and down his shaft, rubbing her clit across it with every stroke.

Throwing her head back and letting her long hair flow across her shoulders, she arches her back as the first waves of her orgasm hit her. Feeling her pussy twitch and spasm around his dick, John can’t hold back his own climax. With several deep and hard pushes he empties himself inside her again. Collapsing on top of him, she breaths heavily against his chest, as their combined juices run down in between their legs onto the sleeping bag.

Rolling off John, Nathalie lays next to him, snuggling up to his side as he brings his arms around her shoulders pulling her closer against him.

“I think coming to the Cabbage Patch this year was the best decision I made in a long time.” he says.

Nodding her head against him Nathalie replies, “Yes I think so too, and I think for next year we will have to buy a bigger tent, because our feet are sticking out of this one.”

“I like the way you think. Especially that “we” part.”

Smiling to himself, for being such a lucky guy to find the girl of his dreams at this bike festival, he pulls the sleeping bag over them, kissing her deeply one last time, before they both fall asleep.