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What has slipped your mind, however, is that the apartment maintenance man, Jim, made an appointment with you for 10am today to fix that drip in the bathroom faucet. And just as you turn on the water for your shower, he is walking up to your door.

After a few knocks, that get no answer, he lets himself in, assuming no one is home.

Meanwhile, the hot water and the hotter memories from last night have you slowly washing, or perhaps enjoying, your body. The soap covers your tits and your hands do a bit more squeezing than washing.

Jim walks down the hallway and as he approaches the bathroom, he hears the water running through the half-closed door. He is just about to call out to you, but instead, takes a peek through the door, and through the glass shower doors.

As he does, you have just put your left foot up on the ledge and your left hand is sliding down from your soapy tits, past your belly, and covering your pussy, slowly sinking your middle finger between the lips as you lean against the wall and close your eyes.

Jim cannot believe what he is seeing. After all these months of trying to get a escort beykent view of your body, sometimes even making excuses to stop by and see you, finally there you are, fondling yourself in the shower just a few feet away.

His hand is inexorably drawn to the front of his pants, squeezing his cock as it hardens inside. Without realizing it, the movements he is making to enjoy the view have pushed the hammer out of his tool belt and it falls to the wood floor with a crash.

It startles you, and you shout out, “who’s there?” Jim announces that he is there to fix the faucet, but rather than stay out in the hallway, he comes through the door as he does.

You try to cover yourself with your hands a bit, but your attention is on Jim’s right hand, which is still gripping his hard cock through his pants. Between this sight, and the memories of those strippers last night, your appetite for a hard cock has never been higher. Instinctively, you relax your arms, giving Jim a full view of your soapy wet body, much to his surprise.

You ask, “did you come to fix my sink, or would you like to try something else?”

Jim walks towards you and you grab his shirt, pulling him to yourself for a short, but passionate kiss. You then drop to your knees and yank his pants down, allowing his hard, thick cock to be exposed.

Your lips engulf it as Jim pulls his istanbul escorts clothes all the way off. Your hands reach for his balls as you take his thick cock all the way into your mouth. Jim decided that he’s all in and steps into the shower with you, allowing you to be more comfortable as you expertly suck his cock. He lifts a leg, giving you easier access to his balls, which your hands take full advantage of as you squeeze his balls gently.

His cock is now fully coated in your spit and he pulls you up from your knees, forcibly turning you around and bending you forward. This puts his cock right behind your ass and between your spit, and the soapy water already on your pussy, his cock slides in easily.

He pushes your head down as he begins to pound his cock into your pussy over and over. You brace yourself on the wall, so you don’t hit your head, and in perfect timing, continually slam your body back into his, wanting his cock as deep as it can be.

With his cock coming all the way out and slamming back in every time, your clit is getting quite the stimulation and very quickly, your knees are buckling as your orgasm overtakes your body. Your creamy cum drips down your legs and coats his cock sweetly.

When he sees it, he pulls out and drops to his knees behind you, pressing his face into your pussy for a taste. The delicious cream now coats his lips, his beard and escort rus he dives in further. His tongue pushes between your lips and finds your throbbing hole, still reeling from the orgasm it just encountered. He licks every bit of your cream, letting none of it go to waste.

You stand up and turn towards him, raising a leg on the ledge and Jim stands up, pushing his cock back inside that glorious wet hole of yours. This time, while slamming his cock inside you over and over, his hands find your beautiful tits to be the perfect handles.

He squeezes them tightly, like his very own private stress balls, sending pain and pleasure in waves through your body. He reaches a hand behind your head, grabbing your hair and pulling your face to his for a kiss that borders on violent, never missing a beat as he thrusts his cock inside you over and over.

Once again, the waves of pleasure rush all through your body as your pussy convulses around his cock in another orgasm. You prop yourself up against the wall so as not to fall. His cock is once again coated with your creamy cum and he pulls out of you and pushes you down to your knees.

“Swallow my cum” he says, which comes out as both a desire and a command. It sends shivers down your spine and your mouth quickly takes his cock in. Your fist wraps around his pole as you jerk him hard and lick and suck the tip hard. “Here it comes” he squeals and with that, his balls empty in 4 huge spurts of cum that fill your mouth and cover your face. The taste is sweet and salty at the same time and you use your finger to collect the overflow on your chin and enjoy the flavor as you suck it into your mouth.

Maybe you will have to ensure that your pipes need fixing more often.

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When Diane first met Justin it was when Justin played on her brother’s baseball team. Little did Justin know that the only reason Diane went to those games was to see him but then again it would be hard for him to know this because he hadn’t even noticed Diane yet. It wouldn’t be until a few years later that Justin would take notice of Diane.

As luck would have it one of Diane’s best friends was always hanging out with Justin and his small group of friends and she quickly made her way into this circle of friends. Whenever they were out Diane would find some way to try to get close to Justin, for in her mind she had always wanted to feel him inside her and she wasn’t going to give up hope. Although she could afford to loose a few pounds Diane was still a looker at 5’2″, curly red hair and green eyes that seem to shimmer in the light. As for Justin he was a scraggly 170 pounds, 5’10” with beautiful blue eyes.

Diane and Justin became fast friends as a result of Diane’s persistence and soon they became inseparable. Most every weekend these two could be found together and to any escort tesettürlü bystander they would have thought that those two were in an item. When in fact Justin was constantly trying to find his Ms. Right and he would look to Diane for support and advice. Although Diane hated to be supportive she would make up stories of different made-up men that she too was having troubles with to try to make Justin jealous. Most nights Diane would end up going home at the end of the night and cry herself to sleep.

Occasionally Diane would try to find the liquid courage to make a move on Justin. Her best opportunity came when Justin stopped by her friend Christine’s house on his way home. The three of that stood around talking when Christine excused herself, using the excuse of not feeling well but when in fact she was giving Diane the opportunity to make her move. Subtly she moved closer and closer until they were staring in each others eyes. To cover the awkward silence she moved in and before she knew it she felt more alive then she istanbul escort girls had ever been. She could feel the electricity from his kiss all the way down in her toes.

Much to Diane’s shock Justin actually moved in closer and she could feel his ever growing cock and she could feel her knees start to buckle. Gently pulling away she looked at him and in a whisper that was barely audible said “I so want to fuck you!”

Before Justin could realize what was happening Diane had him on the couch and was in the process of taking off his clothes. Wanting to join in the fun Justin started to return the favor, with one hand he was removing her panties and with the other started to rub his fingers over her wanting vagina. Ready for action Justin started to pull Diane on top of him but she stopped him by saying; “If you go get my pocketbook, I have a rubber you can use.”

A little shocked all Justin could think to say was “Huh- what are you trying to ruin the mood?!” To which Diane replied; “Don’t you think getting pregnant would ruin the mood even escort özbek more?!”

Reluctantly Justin got up and fetched the pocketbook. Snagging it from his hands Diane quickly found the rubber and with quickness and precision had his now solid cock covered and ready for lovin’. Climbing on top of him Diane grabbed his cock and guided it into her now dripping vagina. Feeling like this could be one of the dreams she played over and over in her mind Diane grinded Justin feeling him penetrate deeper and deeper. As she approached climax Justin had slid one of fingers down and gently began to massage her clit which sent Diane into a wonderfully convulsive orgasm.

As Diane tried to slide off of Justin for the cuddle time she had longed for, he slid down and reached up and quickly pulled Diane onto his waiting tongue. With his tongue probing Diane began to move almost by instinct and looking down between her bouncing 36 C’s she could see Justin’s eyes gleaming up at her. While what was once a dream had become a reality Diane let go of her pent up excitement and let loose another explosive orgasm.

Physically and emotionally exhausted she collapsed into Justin’s arms and softly began to kiss him. Not sure if it was the fact her dreams had just come true or if it was the warmth of Justin’s touch but Diane fell fast asleep in the grasp of Justin’s hug and all she wanted was to wake up in the exact same spot.

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Since you like reading and listening so much, I thought I would really delve into my favorite fantasy of late. . .

I am lounging in my lazy boy wearing a soft black button up shirt and black lace panties, my hair tousled. I am listening to Tom Jones, absent-mindedly playing with my nipple and fingering my pussy remembering the night we met and what a great fuck you were.

Then,as if in a dream,you knock on the door.

I look through the peephole and smile. After a deep breath or two,I let you in.

You look at me, smile and pull me close. I wonder if you can feel my heart pounding, as you kiss me, slow and deep. I pull away to catch my breath, and walk you to the couch. You sit down and pull me onto your lap, I cannot help but escort fındıkzade notice that you are hard, and I grin. You whisper to me “I know what you need” I whisper back “and I you.”

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Indeed, you do know what I want. You carry me to my bed. You lay me down gently and undress me, as I work to relieve you of your own attire. I am in awe of your body, your flawless smooth skin, and escort istanbul the most stunning cock I have ever seen. I wrap my hand around it, to kiss it and to stroke it lovingly. Wrapping my lips around the head, sucking you into my mouth, the taste is so sweet, and I look up into your eyes; I can see that you like the feeling of your cock growing harder in my mouth.

To show your appreciation, you open my legs and gently rub my clit with your tongue, sliding it in and out of my cunt until my juices begin to flow into your mouth, teasingly working your way to my asshole and back, bringing me to the brink of orgasm and keeping me there.

I think you like the way it feels on your cock when I moan, as you thrust yourself deep in my throat.

To make it just that much sweeter, you not-so-gently work two fingers deep inside me, determined to make me beg for release.

All I can think of now is having your cock inside me. “I want to fuck you,” I say as escort aksaray I push you on your back. Eagerly, I move on top and work you inside me. Your cock is so big, and it takes time, but the time is most enjoyable. I feel you opening me up, until I have all of you inside of me. I take my time, rocking back and forth, sliding my cunt up and down the length of your shaft. It is pure ecstasy, one long orgasm. I almost feel guilty.

However, it does not take long for you to take control of the situation, positioning yourself on top of me, pinning my arms by my head, driving your prick hard and deep inside me.I watch you appear and disappear between my lips, until I close my eyes, and cum in waves of ecstasy. Before I can fully recover, you position me on my belly, and whisper in my ear, “Can I put it in your ass this time?” I lift my ass and let you guide the head of your cock right where you want it. With some gentle effort, you push your cock into my ass, and reach your hand around to my pussy and finger my clit. You start slow and gentle letting me get used to the feeling. It just takes long for me to cum, and the until I feel your cock swell and explode in my ass. I guess I could go on, but I’m a little breathless and need to… Well I am sure you know!

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This is a story about a woman I worked with some years ago. The first part is true: how I fell in love with her at first sight, how we became close friends, how everyone around us wondered if we were together, and finally how she moved away. We do still keep in touch, but have never met again in person.

In real life I never confessed my feelings for her…

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I remember the first time I saw her.

I was new at the company, it was my 3rd day. There was a meeting in room 205. Being new, I just followed my neighbor into the room and found a chair as other people were streaming in. Sat down, looked at my notebook and mostly minded my own business.

There were 13 people on the team, and I had only met 6 of them. This was the first meeting where everyone was going to be there. When the meeting started I looked up to see all my new coworkers. My eye only made it halfway around the table when they stopped at Jaime.

She had shoulder length dark hair and light blue eyes. Pale skin with some freckles. Very little makeup, but nice dangly silver earrings. She was wearing a white shortsleeved button down shirt that fit close over her breasts and slightly round tummy. She had green pants, black low heeled shoes, dark blue socks. I can remember every small detail about that moment 11 years ago. She was perfect.

Jaime was anxious to tell how one of the users had pissed her off. She was still angry and her face had just a bit of a flush and her eyes were so bright. So bright… They burned into my soul.

I looked back down at my notes and then around the table at the rest of the people. I couldn’t look back at her because I knew I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes away again. When she got to tell her tale about the stupid user who broke things her voice was strong. I wanted to hear her say my name in that voice.

As we left the room I held back to be the last one out just so I could watch her walk away. Her ass was just round enough to fill out the seat of her pants. Not flabby, but round and firm. She was bigger around the waist and shoulders, the way I like so much. The skin of her bare arms was like her face; pale and slightly freckled. I wanted to feel that skin in my hands.

You might say I was smitten.

When we met that day I was 39 and she was 29. We were both married, me for about for 13 years, her for 8. My marriage was wonderful – I loved my wife, we had a good life together, we had fairly regular sex. It wasn’t the kind of screaming earth-shattering sex that you see in the movies, but it was satisfactory. From what she said, her marriage was good, too; although we never discussed our sex lives.

As time went on, we worked on more projects together and got to know each better. We liked each other, enjoyed each other’s company. We never flirted. We never spoke in double-entendres. We never touched, even casually or accidentally. It was a perfectly platonic relationship.

But I wanted her. I wanted her so bad. When I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about anyone, it would be her. When I fantasized and masturbated it was her face I saw. Sometimes when my wife and I made love, it was Jaime I imagined moaning under me. Ok, more than sometimes.

Jaime and I worked together, walked around the building together, ate lunch together. This went on for years, and it wasn’t long before some people started talking. They never said anything directly to our faces, but we knew they were saying things. Again, this was something Jaime and I never talked about ourselves. Almost like the subject of anything romantic or sexual was just not in our shared vocabulary.

What did we talk about? Everything else… Our kids, our pets, our favorite sports teams. The weather, the food at the cafeteria. Our lives away from work. I would compliment her when she had her hair done. Notice when she wore new jewelry. Support her when she was having a bad day and laugh at the good times.

We talked about some very, very personal things; but there was that wall around anything sexual or romantic. That line we never crossed.

I knew how I felt, but I never could tell how she felt. Sometimes, there was a look in her beautiful eyes. I would think she was feeling what I was feeling, but I wasn’t sure. I was scared to open up about my feelings for her. It’s a cliche, but we had such a great friendship that I didn’t want to ruin. I also didn’t want to hurt my wife or damage our life together. So, this went on for years. We’d hang out at work, go to lunch, talk, laugh, then go home.

One day Jaime told me she was moving. I was crushed – all I could think was why hadn’t I said anything earlier? She and her husband were moving about 2 hours away. Not that far, but practically far enough that I knew I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. In the end I chickened out and never said anything; I wished her luck and watched her go.

We kept in touch with email and text messages. Never a call, that was too escort türbanlı personal. I’d see something funny and text her about it. She’d email me with problems she wanted to ‘talk’ about. Eventually we were in contact less and less. I still thought about her, still wanted her.

One day I texted her to ask how it was going. We texted back and forth with jokes and emojis until finally I sent the message “I’d like to see you.”

She didn’t respond. I wondered if I crossed the line. It was days and days with no response. Finally a week later she responded, “Me too.” That was all. I didn’t respond right away. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. The next day I replied, “How do we make that happen? Should we meet in the middle somewhere? Side of the road? Lol”

“Yeah, we’ll just meet at a rest stop on the highway and have lunch from the vending machine, haha”

“I’d take the day off and spend it with you.” There was no immediate response to that. Again, worried I crossed a line. That imaginary line we’d always shied away from.

It took two days for her response. “I can take a day too. You want to see my new house?”

My heart was racing. “Yes!!” I typed into my phone. My thumb hovered over the little arrow that would send it off. No way could I send that. And right away? I’d look a bit too eager. As I was thinking about how long I should wait and how I should actually respond, I hit send. Shit.

She came back almost right away, “Cool, how about Monday?” No point in playing it cool now, “That works for me :)”. She followed up with, “Can you make it by 10 or so? I can show you around and we can go out for some coffee or lunch”. “Perfect – seeya then!” I replied.

So, in just 4 days I’d be visiting her!

I didn’t text her again for a couple of days. I was so nervous and I was scared my wife would notice something different. I masturbated about 3 times a day thinking about her, though. I was walking around half-stiff and absent minded those few days.

Sunday afternoon I texted her, “Hey Jaime, we still on for tomorrow? I can be to your place around 10.” I texted her the address I had for her just to be sure. I’d mapped it so many times I had every turn memorized. “Yup, that sounds good.” A bit vague, I thought. I was second guessing myself.

Really, there’s no way she wants anything more than to just hang out and talk.

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Monday morning

I had planned vacation for the day. Of course, I didn’t tell my wife! I just got dressed and got into the car like normal to head to work. Instead of heading west, I went south. Towards Jaime’s house.

I played the radio, switched stations, opened the windows, closed the windows, turned the air way up. I fiddled with everything I could reach while driving; kept glancing at my phone. It’s a miracle I didn’t kill anyone on that 2 hour drive. It was only 9:30 when I got her neighborhood…

I drove past her house looking for somewhere to use the bathroom. God I was so nervous! I didn’t want to walk into her house and and ask for the toilet right away, what a loser!

I found a McDonalds about a mile away. Normally I never go there, but I went in and walked straight to the bathroom. I went; it was tricky with my heart beating so hard and my cock half hard. I did my business and got myself put back together and walked over to the sink. I washed my hands, washed my face. I pulled the travel toothbrush and toothpaste from my pocket and brushed and brushed and brushed. I smoothed my shirt. Finally satisfied I was presentable I went back out and into the car.

Straight back to her house. It was still a few minutes early, but I’m sure she remembered just how obsessive I was about never being late. Hesitation – do I park in front? Do I park in her driveway? Shit, I hadn’t given it any thought… I ended up parking 3 houses or so away and walking back to her place.

I’ve never been so nervous. I don’t know why, nothing was going to happen. If anything, I was going to say something that would ruin our friendship once and for all.

Walking up to the door, I noticed she was peeking out the window at me. She realized I saw her and smiled self consciously and I felt my heart skip a beat. By the time I got to the door she was already opening it.

“Hi!!” Her smile was huge. “Hi back!” I can tell I had a goofy grin of my own to match. She stepped aside to let me in. No hugs, of course. That’s across the line that we never speak about.

“I like the auburn streak in your hair; the color looks nice on you.” That was new since I saw her last. She smiled a bit nervously, “It’s new – I just did it Saturday.” I felt flattered, thinking she had done that just for me.. Seriously now, I’ve got to stop that kind of thinking.

“Your house is gorgeous, I love the openness.” The front door opened into a large living room which flowed into a dining area. I could see the escorts istanbul kitchen just to the side. I can tell they had painted not long after moving in, and the furniture looked pretty new. Pictures of her family on the walls: Jaime, her husband and daughter at various times. I felt guilty looking at them, considering the way my mind had been going the last few days. Hell, the last few years.

“Yeah, it really suits us,” she said, noticing how I paused looking at the pictures. Leading us to the kitchen she said, “Check out the layout here. I know how much you like cooking, I thought of you when we first saw the place.” I looked at her smile and felt my heart skips beats for the umpteenth time.

“Let me show you the rest of the house!” She turned to go to another room. I watched her walking. She had a white button down shirt on, green pants, and flat shoes. Just how she always dressed for work. Did she tell her husband she was staying home today or did she act like normal, they way I did.

The pants hugged her ass the way I always remembered. Just round enough to fill out the seat, but not a big bubble. Her waist was a bit thinner than I remembered, but her shoulders looked just the same – fleshy and muscular. I so wanted to put my hands on her. Her dark hair was also a bit longer, below her shoulders now, and that auburn streak was so subtle but strong.

She turned back to make sure I was following and must’ve noticed how I was looking at her. She looked a bit nervous. Shit shit shit!! I was ruining our friendship and freaking her out!

After a beat, she said, “Let’s go out back instead; I can show you the rest of the house later. The deck is pretty cool.” And safer outside, I thought. I was being such an asshole, making her nervous.

We went out through a sliding door off the kitchen to the deck. Their backyard was well screened by mature trees and bushes. The lawn was really nice. And the deck was cool – two levels with planters around the edges and some nice chairs, a couple of tables. We sat on a couple of chairs next to each other.

And we just started talking, like we always did. The awkwardness and uncomfortableness melted away. This was the Jaime I remembered and I’m sure I was the guy she remembered. We laughed and talked for an hour out there. Catching up on gossip about the coworkers. The news and scandals going on in town since she left.

Eventually, we just sat in silence, both looking out over the lawn. Totally relaxed and comfortable. She looked at me and sighed, “I miss this. I miss just hanging out with you. It’s the only thing I miss from moving.”

“I miss you too. I like how we can laugh like third graders and then just sit like this.”

After a little silence, she asks, “How are things with you and Karen?” I’m not sure how to answer this one; is she leading into more?

“Good… Well, you know how it is after being together so long.” I trailed off.

“Yes? What do you mean?”

“Well, I guess as you get older, maybe the physical part isn’t as important. Honestly, it’s been a while since we’ve…” Oboy, where did I think I was going with this?

“Kinda the same with Dave. He works a lot longer hours now, so he’s always tired.” She sighs, and I don’t respond. We sit quietly with our own thoughts for a while. My mind is circling back to the struggles with my feeling for her. Her thoughts are her own and a mystery to me.

She looks at me for a long time, “Let’s head back inside.”

Once inside, she looks out front and asks, “Seriously, why did you park down the road? Ashamed to be seen with me?” There’s that wry smile again.

“No… I wasn’t sure what your neighbors would say if some strange guy parked out front.”

A slight pause and then, “Do those assholes at work still talk about us? Do they still think we were fucking all that time?” She looked away while saying that. She’d never been so blunt about the way our coworkers thought of us. There was an edge to her voice; part angry, part sad. And maybe something else.

Whoa… How do I answer that? “Some of them ask how you’re doing, what you’re up to. Like we talk all the time. There’s not so much innuendo anymore; must not be any fun since you’ve left.”

“Can’t two people just be friends? We never did anything!! We never had sex!! We never kissed or hugged or even touched!” She was getting more angry. Her cheeks were starting to flush and God that was turning me on. She was never more gorgeous than when she got wound up like that.

She turned to me and cocked her head to the side a bit with a grin. I looked at her wondering what was up? She glanced down and I realized I had a raging hard-on. I think I’d been hard so often thinking about her the last few days I didn’t even realize it anymore.

She smiled a bit longer. Busted! She stood right in front of me, as if waiting. I took a step forward.

And I took her in my arms. Tightly. My mouth on hers without even thinking escort olgun about it. Her mouth open, her tongue searching for mine. I pressed her against the wall, pinning her arms over her head with my right hand. My body against hers. With my other hand I reached down to her full breast and squeezed. Finding her nipple through her bra I pinched hard, making her gasp.

I let go of her wrists and pulled her to me. Jaime moved her hand between us and felt my hardness through my pants. Exploring she gripped my balls and stroked along the length.

Was this right? I broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Are we going there?” She asked? I leaned in to kiss her some more and answered, “I think we are…”

I pulled back to look at her again. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I touched her cheek and she leaned her face into my palm. I slid my hand along her face to pull her hair back, intending to nibble on her neck and earlobe, maybe kiss her neck. “You’re wearing the same earrings you wore the day I first saw you,” I tell her.

“Really, you remember that?” She seemed genuinely surprised by that.

“I remember everything about that day. That was the moment I…” and I trailed off, embarrassed.

“The moment you what?” She asks.

I hesitate a moment, not sure of myself. Finally I answer, “The moment I fell in love with you.”

Jaime looks into my eyes for a moment and then kisses me with such intensity I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest. She breaks the kiss, takes my hand, and leads me down the hall.

We enter what looks like a spare bedroom. Nice, but nothing personal; generic pictures on the wall, nothing but an alarm clock and a lamp on the nightstand. She turns to me, still holding my hand. I’m nervous and scared. I don’t want to ruin this moment. She lets go of my hand and reaches up and begins to unbutton my shirt. She untucks it, pulling it out, then off of me. I unbutton her shirt and take it off of her. Her breasts are tightly constrained by her bra; as I’m looking at them she reaches back, unhooks it and pulls it off.

I pull her to me, feeling her bare skin on mine. Her breasts smashed against my chest. I reach down to cup her breast and squeeze her nipples again. Her hands reach down to my belt. Leaning back a bit to give her room, she unhooks my belt, unbuttons my pants, lowers my zipper. I’m gasping as she reaches into my underwear to wrap her fingers around my cock. I have to break off the kiss to catch my breath. When I look down to her face she’s grinning at me; what’s going on behind those gorgeous eyes?

I kick my shoes off as she pulls my pants and underwear down to my feet. I step out of them and find myself standing in front of her, completely naked. The head of my cock is is bobbing with my heartbeat just inches from her face. I pull her up as I kneel down to take her pants down. My face is level with her panties and I can feel her heat and wetness. Her scent is driving me crazy. I pull her panties down and off and stand back up. She pulls me to her, our bodies in full contact as we kiss. She rocks her hips agains my cock as I cup her ass in my hands.

She’s moaning slightly as I grab her ass more firmly and lift her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist and I can feel her wetness on me. I step towards the bed as we’re still kissing. When I get there, I slowly lower her down. Jaime still has her legs wrapped around my hips as I lift myself from her. My mouth moves down to her breasts. So full!

Jamie’s nipples are hard and dark against the fair skin of her breast. Small aureoles with a defined border. Her hands are on my head as I suck and lick and nibble on her nipples. She’s moaning my name and wiggling under me. After a while of this, I feel her hands on my head pushing be down lower.

That’s no problem. That’s something I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I take my time going down, kissing her belly as I go. Her hips are rocking more urgently now as I finally reach her pussy with my mouth.

Her musk is heavy and I can see the wetness on her lips. I lick that wetness and feel the shiver that runs through her body. She tastes like honey and I want more. I lick slowly along her lips as my hands reach for her breasts. My tongue starts to circle her clit as her moans intensify. “Yes, yes oh god lick me!”

I feel her hands on my head pulling my face to her pussy as I begin to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips are rocking against me again and I know she’s so close. I slip one, then two fingers inside of her. Finding her spot as I suck on her clit she begins to cum. “Fuuuuuuck oh fuck yes yes yes uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh!” Her legs are shaking over my shoulders and I feel her feet kicking on my back. Her whole body is shaking as she cums and I taste her juices as she gushes on my face.

Once she begins to relax I work my way back up to her, hovering over her on my hands and knees. Leaning in for a kiss I feel her hand grip my cock and start pulling it towards her. There’s an urgent need in the way she does this, all the while looking into my eyes.

I lower down and she guides then head between her slick labia, just entering her. Then she tightens her hand’s grip on my member and looks at me. I say, “If we do this, there’s no going back.”

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This is a story I have written based on a forum I read about dressing-up in lingerie and uniforms while cleaning the house. I have chosen my favorite character Megan for those out there who asked for her. Once again thanks for your support and comments, keep them coming.

Today was like any other day, the last two weeks was very exciting for me cause my boyfriend and I have moved out and now sharing a house together. Mitch and I decided to live together after ten months into our relationship and we were very happy that we did. Mitch is the only one who works so that leaves me alone in house during the day so I spend a few hours of my time cleaning and reorganizing. I often think about Mitch when I’m doing my chores and hope that his all right.

Today is Wednesday which means I’m all by myself, Mitch left about 6:30 this morning and now it’s about 9:30 until I got out of bed to start my day. I had breakfast and sat in the chair for a while thinking about what I was going to do today. I decided to sort through some unopened boxes, I got changed into some casual clothes and entered the spare room and grabbed a box and removed the tape and start unpacking. The box had my old stuffed toys that I adored when I was a little girl, I got up to find a spot in the bedroom for them to sit on, the old chair was prefect and when I was happy I returned back to the room.

Next was one of Mitch’s boxes, I opened it up and started sorting through it. It was a box filled with all types of things, some old magazines, toy figurines and so on. Thinking that Mitch would be better at this box I closed it back up and got another box of his. The box was small and light and when I opened it up I got a nasty little shock.

At the top was a ‘Legs & Stockings’ magazine with a lady on the cover bent over with a tiny mini-skirt on and wearing black hold-up stockings. Curious I flipped through the magazine and stopped at a section with lady dress in a short French Maid outfit complete with stockings, heels and a feather duster pretending to dust a set of shelves. I was amazed to think that Mitch brought this magazine and looked back to the box where a white bag was all that was left. I opened the bag and lifted out what appeared to be a black dress but when little dress came out it just stared at it. It was a French Maid outfit with white lace around and bottom of the skirt and on the shoulder straps just like in the picture.

‘I can’t believe it, Mitch has a French Maid outfit what else is in this bag’ I wondered. Looking more I found a white apron, two little wristbands, a headpiece and a pair of black high thigh stockings.

‘A complete French Maid outfit but why?’ I thought, ‘Mitch’s last girlfriend must have wore this for him, it looks very nice, I wonder how it fits on me?’ Feeling excited I grabbed the outfit and accessories ran through the house and placed them on the bed.

“I might have a shower before I get dress-up” I decided while removing my clothes and headed to the bathroom.

While under the shower I pictured what I looked like in the outfit, it was making me very wet and horny so I began rubbing my clit that made my nipples puffed up. Pinching them got me more excited and wet, I gained control and finished washing myself.

“I better stop and save the rest for later, this is going to be fun” I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off and returned to the bedroom.

Since where was no panties with the outfit I moved to my underwear draw and got out my favorite black cotton G-string and put it on, next was the black nylon stockings, I’ve never worn stockings before and the material was very smooth against my skin as I pulled them over my legs. Feeling very sexy I ran my hands down each leg and admiring the look of the nylon material covering them. After the stockings came the main part of the outfit, the Maid’s istanbul eskort dress, slipping down over my head I stood up and adjusted the dress, turning around to grab the apron and wrapped it around my waist and tied it off at the back and once finished I checked myself out in the bedroom mirror.

“Wow!” was all that I could say, the Maid’s dress was short on me but I think that was the idea, just covering my bum as I stood there but would reveal all if I was to bend over or even attempted anything, the stockings only came up to the white lace at the bottom of the dress. I was staring at the mirror for a while before I picked up the wristbands and headpiece to finish the outfit.

“What a little cutie” now the French Maid outfit was all on.

“But there is still something missing,” standing in front on the mirror thinking and studying the outfit then it came to me.

“That’s it high heels, black shining heels, I know I still have a pair somewhere in one of my boxes” I realized and walked out of the bedroom to where I started unpacking this morning.

“The box with my shoes in it was the last one I packed.” After a bit searching I found the box and opened it up and dug deep to retrieve the pair of heels. It didn’t take long until both heels were recovered, then as I stood up and looked out of window to see some guy was staring straight at me from the footpath. My face went bright red with embarrassment so I turned and fled the room which would of gave the guy a great view up my dress showing off my G-string and ass. I got back to the bedroom and jumped on the bed to get my breath back again then got up to slip on my black shining 4′ heels and checked myself in the mirror. The dress was all over the place from before and the headpiece started to fall out, after some readjusting I got to see what the French Maid outfit looked like.

I stuck a few poses in the mirror and pretended to be cleaning by bending forward escort şirinevler and stretching up and little dress revealed my cutie little ass very time.

“I can see why Mitch would like this outfit, it’s making wet and horny just looking at my own reflection. Well since I was doing some unpacking I might as well stay dress-up and start on some cleaning.”

“Maid Megan reporting for duty Master!” I said doing a little pose at the mirror and started giggling to myself.

“How may I be of service Master.” Pretending to be Maid was exciting from me so I continued.

“Maid Megan, you are to dust and vacuum the living room this morning for my guests later today, that is all.” I said instructing the Maid.

“At once Master.” I replied with a little giggle.

I set off to do my chores in the living room, it was pretty dirty so I started to dust the set of shelves, a bookcase and the cabinet while showing some elegance in the way I moved. The dusting took a while and then I started with the vacuuming. My 4′ heels made me stand taller than the length of the vacuum pipe causing me to bend forward that meant that you could see up my little lace dress. The vacuuming didn’t take long and when I finished I returned the equipment back in the closet and returned to mirror in the bedroom for more instructions by my Master.

“I have done the chores you ordered me to do Master, is there anything else Master?”

“That’s all for toady, dismiss.”

“Thank you Master.” I replied.

It was now about 2:30 and Mitch would be home soon from work so I quickly undressed and returned the outfit and accessories back in box and placed it at the back of the room. It wasn’t long after until Mitch arrived home and I greeted him at the door.

“Hi honey, how did you go today?” I asked as Mitch and I hugged and kissed each other.

“Not to bad, how was your day.” He replied.

“I got a chance to give the living room a good clean, what do you think?”

“That’s looks great hun, it came up very well, good job.” I started to giggle to myself.

“What’s so funny?” He questioned.

“Oh nothing dear, just something I remembered.” I replied.

I hope you like the story and don’t forget to read Part 2 and send me some back.

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None of the names are real in this story or the first one or the future ones. Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story. The next day in the morning at 6:00.

“Hello?”

“Hello my sexy lover.”

“Hi Mrs.Smith. What’s up?”

” MMM it is so hott to hear your voice.”

“Same to you and when I hear it I have a mental image of me fucking you and it is so hot that I just get an instant hard on.”

“Oh so my little buddy is up I hear. Well I am really missing you if you know what I mean so I was thinking how about you come to school a little early and help me out?”

“I would love to. Isn’t your husband going to ask why you are going early?”

“He is out of it from the bj I just gave but don’t worry it only took 2 seconds and then he shot is load over the bed and fell asleep. He doesn’t like feeding me cum or spraying it on me.”

“Well I will be there early and I will cum wherever you want me to my little slut.”

“MMmmmmm can’t wait till then. Well go to the school in about 30 minutes. See you there.”

“Alright my little slut see you escort bayrampaşa there.”

I drove to school after about 20 minutes where I get dressed. I see Mrs. Smith pull up and I walk over to her. She gets out and I get an instant hard on when I see what she is wearing. She is wearing a white shirt that in the right light you can see her breasts since she isn’t wearing a bra. She is also wearing a skirt that is really short but not to short to not be professional. There is a slit on the side that goes the whole way up with a zipper and it is unzipped all the way.

“You look amazing Mrs. Smith.”

“Why thank you John so do you honey.”

“So what do you have in mind that we do?”

“I was thinking we should take it to my office and go from there.” “Sounds great.”

We head to her room and we walk in and when we do she takes me and shoves me against the door which closes it and grabs my bulge and French kisses me.

“MMmmmm I missed that but my slut you don’t get to take control, I do.” I take her and shoving eskort against the door French her.

She rips off her shirt and her tits spring out and she takes my hands and puts them on them and has me caress and need and pinch them. She starts moaning and purring just like I like it.

“What are you doing? You won’t have a shirt to wear.”

“I have a small skimpy tank top I can wear. I thought you may like it instead.”

“I can’t wait to stare at you in class and get caught. Lots of laughs.”

“Oh don’t worry you are going to get caught believe me.”

“MMM sounds like fun.”

I start unzipping her skirt and take it off along with her wait she wasn’t wearing any panties, that naughty girl.

“You naughty girl, no panties, you need to be punished.”

I turn her around and bent her over the desk. I slap her ass a few times. She starts moaning and purring a lot and she gets really wet.

“Please fuck me now. Please do it nice and hard and fast. No need for the foreplay because I am already nice and wet.”

“Sure thing.” I pull out escort gaziosmanpaşa my dick from my pants and line up my dick with her pussy and push it in an inch and then out and keep doing that.

“Stop being such a tease and just fuck me already. I really neeeeeeed it.”

” Here you go.” I insert the whole thing in one thrust and really pound her and fast too.”

She really is moaning and purring loud so I kiss her to stop the noise.

“MMM harder, harder, faster, faster.”

I really give it to her and she finally cums all over my dick and I keep pounding her for another minute and I finally cum as she does. I pull out and she takes my cock in her mouth and cleans it off.

“MMM it tastes so good that I think I am getting addicted to it.”

I lay her back down on the desk and put my head between her legs and start licking the cum out of her pussy and the stuff on her pussy and on the desk.

“MMM that felt so good. Too bad school is going to start soon. You better go and get your things and I better get dressed. Thank you and I can’t wait till class.” She said.

“Alright my little shut I will see you in class.” I give her a little spank and a kiss and I leave and get my stuff.

More to come in the future and the fuckfest is in the next story. Please comment on this story and the past one. I really appreciate some positive feedback. Thank you for reading.

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The following is a true account of my time subletting a room from a very nice couple. It does have a slow build-up and may not really be suitable for a quick one-handed read, so to speak.

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After six years in the Marine Corps I was out and very exited about being a free man again, and home, instead of in the sweltering heat of Baghdad. After the relentless pace of life as a grunt, I found civilian life a welcome change. I had managed to complete my first two years of college during my time in the Marines, so I would only be here for my last two before moving on to graduate school. My financial obligations were light, as my G.I. Bill paid for my tuition, but I opted to try and sublet a room to live more frugally and avoid dipping into my savings. Also, after living in such close quarters with so many good friends for so long, living alone in an apartment seemed too foreign.

During my first week in town, I stayed with a Corps buddy and kept a close watch on the postings for rooms, finally finding one that seemed promising. It advertised a room for rent with a young married couple with a three-year-old child and warned that ‘freaks, layabouts, party boys, smokers, druggies and lunatics’ need not apply. Sounded like just my type of people, so I called them and scheduled a meeting for the next day.

I arrived at their home at just a bit after eleven in the morning and saw that it was an older, Victorian styled home common to the area and constructed in the earlier part of the twentieth century. Though a bit dilapidated and not in the best neighborhood, I thought that it certainly had character. Parking my Jeep on the curb, I walked through the gate and into the nicely maintained yard. I noticed the smell of orange blossoms in the hot summer air and could see a few children’s toys on the large porch.

Hoping that this would pan out, I put on my most friendly expression and rang the bell. I had felt no need to dress to impress and other than my uniform I owned no dress clothing of any kind. As a result, I was in my most comfortable khaki shorts, a black Marine Corps t-shirt bearing the logo of my old unit and my favorite pair of Japanese ‘zori’ flip-flops. My black hair at the time was no longer quite “high and tight”, but still marked me as military. Standing on the porch, I could feel a few beads of sweat from the hot, dry California air running down the back of my shirt and wondered absently if I should get more sunscreen. I’ve got the swarthy skin that’s common to Sicilians, but thanks to the blazing sun of Iraq, I was still quite tan.

When the door opened up, I was pleased to see a friendly looking man who appeared a few years older than myself. He was also a bit taller and heavier, though by no means overweight. He looked quite strong, actually. His brown hair was much longer than my own and the style, when combined with his clothes, gave him sort of a ‘hepcat’ look. We shook hands and he introduced himself as Brian, the man I had spoken to on the telephone. Though he was several years out of uniform, I could immediately peg him as a military man, and he confirmed this when we shook hands and I saw the Marine Corps tattoo on his right forearm that matched my own. I immediately approved. Most people get tattoos to be unique, but Marines get them to be the same. He asked if I was prior Corps and I explained with a grin that I had been recently reintroduced into the wild, so to speak.

The living room was large and decorated in an eclectic blend of Georgian and Mexican furniture. There was a panel of Mexican masks that I recognized from Dia De Los Muertos arranged on the wall over the fireplace, and a small Catholic altar on a table with three spindly legs in the corner held a red novena candle burning next to a statue of the Virgin Mary. There was a decided Latin American flair to the house, and I wondered if his wife was from South of the border.

The centerpiece of the room, however, was a large wooden coffee table that sat low in front of an old divan styled sofa that proved to be far more comfortable than it looked. We sat down on it and while we waited for his wife, Hannah, to put their son down for his nap we made small talk about the units we served with and discovered that we were both stationed at Twenty-nine Palms with ‘the fleet’. He explained that he worked as a fireman and had a rotating schedule of two 24-hour days per week and that he would be doing a lot of overtime during fire season. He also informed me that he and Hannah had been married almost six years and had a three-year-old son. Brian was at the time thirty-three and Hannah had just turned twenty-nine, not too much older than I was. The one concern that Brian did express was that a young boy might bother me, and I assured him (quite truthfully) that he would not. Brian and I got on well and I felt fairly confident that I would get the room at this point.

Hannah joined us in the living room wearing a flowery, loose skirt and a escort başakşehir sleeveless peasant blouse. Brian introduced us and I looked her over. I found her to be attractive, but not beautiful. A definite girl next door who was on the more attractive side of plain. She had very thick chestnut hair pulled into pigtails and then braided. I thought it made her look rather like a German milkmaid, but it was cute nonetheless. Her eyes were a very nice shade of hazel, and her expression was open and friendly. We exchanged pleasantries and she and Brian led me to the room that was to be mine, should I decide to take it. As she led the way I saw that her body was curvy and lush, with a decidedly hourglass shape to it and her legs looked strong and toned.

The room was kind of bijou, but since I owned almost nothing, I didn’t really need a lot of space. It had two small closets that would hold all of my clothes, but the big selling point was a small room that connected to it making the rough shape of an ‘L’ and giving me two rooms for the price of one. Although the second room was small, it looked as though it would fit my futon and leave enough space to walk in and move around to make my bed. It was about the size of our ‘hurricane closet’ in my family’s home in Charleston, South Carolina, but it would do nicely for anad hocbedroom.

Brian informed me that the room was three hundred a month, which seemed more than fair, since I would pay no utilities and have full kitchen access, though I would have to share a bathroom. They made a formal offer for the room, and I accepted by shaking hands with Brian and writing him a check for the first and last month’s rent. He gave me my key and said that I could move in the following day after they gave it a good cleaning, though it looked fine to me as it was.

I arrived bright and early the next morning to unpack my things and get settled, which took about three hours. While I was in the process of doing so, Hannah knocked on the door and peeked in, holding up a beer for me.

“Do you need any help?” she asked with a smile.

I shook my head, but gladly accepted the beer. The house was old and had no air conditioning, and was actually uncomfortably hot.

“Not especially, but you’re welcome to stay and chat if you like.” She accepted and sat down on the captain’s chair that I kept for my computer in the larger of the two rooms. She looked over the room, which was Spartan to say the least, and eyed the shadow box full of my Marine Corps memorabilia and then spoke, her voice clear and pleasant.

“So how long were you in the Marines?”

“Six years,” I responded as I sat down on the floor to take a break from unpacking. I took a sip of the cold beer and it was a welcome bit of relief from the heat. She gave me a look that prompted me to continue talking about myself, so I elaborated.

“I enlisted when I was eighteen because I thought it would make a man out of me and give me some discipline and direction.” It felt like a pretty standard, unimaginative answer, but it was true.

“And then you went to war?” She asked, but gave no hint with her tone of voice whether or not she approved of it.

I nodded in response, but said nothing because I didn’t want to discuss my experiences there. Although I returned home somewhat edgy, I wasn’t traumatized, like my father was when he returned home from his own war. After finishing the beer she brought for me, I resumed unpacking and she lent a hand, hanging up my clothes for me and talking about her own life. She was a graduate student in Spanish at the same University that I attended, and had a passion for all things Mexican. She had a particular fascination with the Oaxaca region that I didn’t understand, as I couldn’t tell one region from another and spoke very little Spanish. I would be taking a course this term, though, and told her as much.

While I listened to her, I got the distinct impression that we were really very different people and I began to wonder if we could talk about anything of substance without arguing. She was something of a hippy-dippy and certainly a staunch liberal, while I considered myself a conservative. She informed me that when she was younger she had lived in a hippy commune and that her name there was “Moon-Dove”. Indeed.

Over the next few weeks, she and I seemed to develop a tacit understanding that we would talk of nothing political that would incite an argument, since neither of us would sway an inch concerning beliefs, which usually were diametrically opposed. Brian, when he was home, was a wonderful roommate, who shared my affinity for running, Guinness Stout, working out and video games. We got along well and seldom talked of the Corps, except when we had an anecdote that was too funny not to share. We did, however, compare the spots we’d visited that had the best whores and bar-girls in the Pacific. He favored Okinawa, while istanbul escort bayanları I was a fan of the Philippines. We even set up a pretty nice gym by combining our weight sets in the back yard. We’d work out there whenever we were both home and Hannah would often watch us through the window.

If Brian happened to be home on the weekend, the three of us would go out and hit the various bars and clubs in the area, particularly the ones with “80’s Night” or similar themes. We began to become very friendly, and I was happy to have someone to go out with. During our trips to the bars, I never brought anyone home with me and decided to keep the sanctity of our triumvirate intact. It wasn’t that I lacked the opportunity; I just felt that it would be tacky to take a woman to their home.

A little over two months after moving in, Brian was doing two days on consecutively and their son was with his grandparents, Hannah and I were alone in the house. Not once did I consider that this might present a problem. She never acted in any way improper or otherwise gave the impression that she had any interest in adultery, which was fine by me. I got back from class and was finishing my workout when she walked outside and asked if I had plans that night. I replied that I didn’t, and she asked if I’d like to go out for a beer because Brian and their son were gone. We made plans to leave that evening and she went to do whatever it is women do when no one else is around and I returned to my studies, as I had a bitch of a Spanish test the following day.

That evening at around nine, she knocked on my door and asked if I was ready to leave, so I shut my books, pulled on my cowboy boots, tossed on a ‘nice’ shirt and went out to meet her. She looked really nice, and it rather threw me for a minute. She normally went out looking nice, usually in some kind of 40’s or 50’s retro dress, but this particular night she had on a little black dress that looked to be painted on. It emphasized her heavy bust line and narrow waist. I could also just see a faint line under her dress where she must have been wearing garters, which I love. Her hair was pulled up into ringlets and she had on a black lace choker that made her look twenty degrees hotter.

I must have had a stupefied look on my face, because she looked self-conscious and turned slightly away from me.

“Why are you looking at me like that, is it the dress? It’s new.” She asked, wincing as if I was going to say something terrible to her.

I got myself under control and smiled as reassuringly as I could. Sothat’s where she’d been while I was studying.

“You look fucking hot. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

She smiled brightly, flashing me with her very straight teeth and I found myself wondering what kind of panties she was wearing. We left then and went to our usual pub for beers. When we got there, we sat in our regular booth and each ordered our normal drinks: red wine for her and a Guinness for me. During the two hours we were there, she might have been sitting just a little closer than normal and making more eye contact than normal, but then again it was loud in there and we had to sit close to hear one another.

After we had each finished a few drinks, she suggested that we go to a dance club that she had heard about and wanted to try. I have never been a good dancer and always feel like Elaine from Seinfeld whenever I try, so I initially balked, saying that we should wait for Brian. Hannah fixed me with her hazel eyes, cocked her head to one side and said ‘please’ in a little girl voice that, frankly, would have made me go along with just about anything right then.

Neither of us was close to being drunk, so we felt all right to drive my Jeep instead of taking a cab. The club was about fifteen minutes away and during the ride, Hannah asked if I would mind sticking kind of close to her tonight so that she didn’t have to worry about other men hitting on her. I told her that I would be happy to act as her escort, and still no alarm bells went off in my head. The club we arrived at, Gotham, was a theme bar with a bizarre mixture of Techno and Country. A wall separated the two dance floors, but it was not uncommon to see folks in Wranglers and boots (my kind of people) on the techno side. Similarly, one could occasionally see some young girl or guy X’d out of their mind on the country side, waving those glow sticks around and trying to do the Cowboy Cha-Cha. Only in California, I suppose.

I escorted her in, her arm linked through mine, and we waded through the throngs of scantily clad women and smartly dressed men looking to pick them up. The club boasted, on its techno side, five bars and I asked her if she’d like anything to drink. She shook her head, said something that I was unable to hear thanks to the pulsating music, and dragged me onto the dance floor, where we were swallowed by the writhing masses. She took my hand and escort eyüp pulled me toward the center of the floor, where we could get lost among the bodies, but this also had the effect of forcing our bodies close together due to the lack of space. This did not bother me in the least, however, because as I have said, I do not like to dance and the less room I had in which to attempt it, the better I felt about it. I also knew that Hannah hated country music as much as I loved it, so we wouldn’t be spending much time on the other side of the club.

Once we were in the right spot, Hannah immediately began to move with the music and did so with much more sensuousness than I would have given her credit for knowing her hippy roots. She found the beat immediately, but I had to stand there for a moment and search for it while watching out for errant elbows and hands from the nearby dancers. She must have taken my moment of inactivity for uncertainty, because she wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled me close to her. Her hands roamed over my back and her body moved sinuously against my own. When I placed the palm of my hand on her lower back, I felt rather than heard her give a moan or a hum, and looked down at her wondering if something was wrong.

As I looked down, she was looking up at me with those large, sultry hazel eyes and smiling seductively. She rubbed her body against me and I could feel its soft curves against the hard musculature of my own. My cock started to stiffen, which I was certain she could feel and I backed away just a bit to prevent her from noticing. Apparently, though, she knew full well what the problem was. She raised her eyebrows at me, smiled at my embarrassment and pulled me back to her. With her moving against me and my incredibly stiff cock, the extremely loud, throbbing music and flashing lights combined with the rich scent of her skin, sweat and perfume I was becoming a little dizzy. I wanted very much to grab her and kiss those full lips, but I did not and I was relatively sure she’d hit me for trying. Moreover, I felt guilty for even considering it.

The DJ put on a song I knew and liked very much, “Oh Fortuna”. It is Apotheosis’ take on Carmina Burana. I squeezed her hip, where my hand was resting and smiled, pleased that I finally recognized one of the songs. Apparently everyone else in there knew the song as well, because a furious scream rose up from nearly everyone in there and hands flew into the air with glee. As if on cue, the lights began to flash and flicker in time with the music and the club seemed to be infused with frenetic energy that was almost primal in nature. Hannah began a more active exploration of my body with her hands, running them over my shoulders, stomach and chest, but never below my hips.

I’m not sure how long we danced like that, the pace and stimuli on the floor made it hard to tell, which I suppose is one of the things most people like about it. After enough time had elapsed that I began to get thirsty I leaned in close to her ear and asked if she’d like to go get a drink. She nodded and followed me off the floor, which seemed to be more crowded than ever and it took us several minutes to get through the teeming throng of dancers and off the floor, where the crowd thinned. I left her near a column and went to get a couple of tequila shots for us. I make it a rule never to get drunk in public, so this would be the end of my drinking for the evening.

When I returned with the two double-shots and limes, I handed one to her just in time to hear the dread cry, “Last call for alcohol”. We swallowed the shots and then left the club, heading for home. Once we exited the club and were back in the warm summer evening, our interaction went back to what I was used to and I wrote off all of the dancing as just that, nothing more. She and I made small talk during the drive home, and generally talked about what a great time we’d had.

We entered the house, which was dark except for the burning red novena candle in the far corner, which reduced our visibility to little or none. I followed Hannah into the house and she left the lights off, moving into the den where a proper couch was set against the wall in front of an entertainment center. I followed.

“Hey, let’s watch cartoons.” Hannah whispered.

I could hear the excitement in her voice, so I acquiesced and sat down on the couch next to her and while she fumbled for the remote, I tossed my boots and socks into the darkened corner. The screen blinked to life and the room was brightened as the television came to life and she flipped to the Cartoon Network. We sat on opposite sides of the couch and she turned and rested her feet in my lap, crossing her ankles.

As we watched, I absently began to massage her feet. I don’t have a foot fetish; far from it, in fact, but I find that women generally enjoy a good foot rub after a bit of dancing. She gave a contented sigh and sank deeper into the cushions of the sofa. We watched a full episode of Looney Tunes like this, and said nothing. At the end of the episode I gently put her feet down and stood up, intent on taking my leave for the night. She stood up with me, but in doing so ended up quite close. I opened my mouth to speak, but she ‘shushed’ me with one of her soft fingers on my lips.

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One of the great things about living single in Manhattan is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs, parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine from all over the world, and the world’s best entertainment options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company’s budgeting process required coordination between my group and these two Marketeers, both of whom decided these meetings were better held here than in our Corporate HQ. An email from Michelle explained the “airfares require a Saturday night stay”, that she and Amy would make a weekend of it, and would I like to join them for a night on the town, the Saturday before our meetings? Great… I have what I would call a passing professional relationship with both women: I have been in meeting with them, but I would have been hard-pressed to give anything more than a general impression of either woman. I could not remember if either one was married, had a boyfriend (or girlfriend for that matter), or much of anything about either woman. I resigned myself to having a fun evening of drinks, exchanging company gossip, and setting the stage for productive meetings later in the week.

We had decided to meet for drinks in their hotel bar sometime around 10:00. I decided to play the penultimate NYC Girl with a somewhat conservative edge, so I dressed in a little black dress and not-quite-fuck-me pumps, with black seamed thigh-highs completing the look. Underneath it all, I wore a matching thong and strapless bra, also in black. I did not expect anyone would actually see what I had on under the dress, but the small thrill I got from dressing up a bit would make up for the evening talking shop.

I walked into the lounge, quickly spotted them, and almost as fast noticed I was already at a two-drink deficit. Turns out they came down from their rooms around 9:00, when the place was deserted, which at least ensured we had a prime location at the bar. We exchanged kiss-hug pleasantries, then I joined them and I added my drink to their standing order. They complimented my dress, how well I looked, and both agreed NYC agreed with my disposition. Both Michelle and Amy dressed to impress, both had on skirts with drops higher than my dress, with Michelle going for the fun and flirty look while Amy deciding a tight skirt just what her hips needed. I laughed a bit when I remembered I originally I thought I needed to tone things down a notch or two!

It also became apparent to me they had no interest in talking shop, either. What did become apparent was that both wanted a “Sex and the City” kind of evening. While not against such a thing in principle, in fact I dislike mingling my personal and professional lives. While it would have been great to go to a club, meet some cute guys, make them buy us drinks, and let them in our panties; I did not want such tales to travel back around the company campfire, which is what I feared would happen with these two. And I did not want to have Monday morning meeting with them, having seen them hook up on Saturday evening.

Of course, Amy managed to start flirting with a couple of admittedly cute bridge and tunnel boys sitting on the right side of us. When Michelle joined in pointing their attention in another direction, I looked around the bar and began a countdown until I could make my escape. Just as I was bringing my drink to my lips, my stationary hips collided with someone else’s hips, and I just barely managed to get the upturned drink away from my dress. I turned to my left; ready to throw my death-stare at whoever intruded on my space, when a hand went to my shoulder and a feminine voice called out an apology to me. I had to look up to meet her very open and deep brown eyes, relented my death-stare, and returned her smile. She turned back to her friends, and I turned back to my drink.

Amy’s boy noticed I had almost spilled my drink, and decided he needed to announce my apparent inebriation to anyone within earshot: “Whoops! Someone has a drinking problem!”

Amy came to my quick defense, telling him “That’s Susan. She’s our tour guide.” Thanks, Amy. “She lives here.” She continued by way of explanation.

“Oh, really,” said the taller of the B&T Boys, “where do you live?”

“Hell’s Kitchen,” I answered back, somewhat miffed I had been drawn into this mating dance, then asked “And you two?”

“Yeah… we both live over in Hoboken. We have a great view of Manhattan, just can’t see paying those Manhattan rents” came back his answer.

How nice, I thought: You have a great view of a place you cannot afford. I was thinking of something nice to say about New Jersey when his friend joined in with, “Sounds like you two are paying her too much!”

I bit my tongue, smiled at his joke, and quickly turned back to the bar. Just as the next drink appeared, I felt another nudge on my hip. The same woman as before stood there, obviously nudging me on purpose. She had turned from her friends a bit, as I had from mine, smiled again, and asked, “Are we having konya bosna escort fun yet?”

I gave her another look. I would put her somewhere in her 40’s, with a very elegant edge to her. She wore her well-coiffed hair off the shoulder, had on this shiny black halter-top with mesh sleeves, and a straight-line leather mini, all of which fit her very curvy form like a glove. She wore tall black leather boots with a spike heel; even without them she had a couple inches on me, with her boots she seemed to tower above me. She also held my gaze, nodded her head towards me, and had the best smile I had seen that evening. Yes, I took notice of her.

I took another look over her shoulder to find her friends now passing pictures amongst themselves. One of them called her by name, and Mari returned to their fold.

“I think you need to go.” I laughed and turned back to Amy and Michelle.

“Susan, who was that?” asked Michelle.

“Another tour guide” came back my reply, but I do not think Michelle minded my answer, considering the hand now placed on her thigh. Amy seemed equally into her new friend, as I continued nursing my drink with studied disinterest.

I looked over my shoulder to catch Mari’s eye, when I did I smiled and got one back. I turned back to my drink and thought “Oh, if only…” Apparently, Mari shared my thoughts, as soon I felt her hip nudge against mine. Again. This time the contact was less a bump than it was a very nice rub. Turning my attention back to Amy and Michelle, making sure they had not noticed my flirtation with Mari, I pushed back a bit, and Mari kept contact between her ass and mine.

I returned to the conversation between Amy, Michelle, and their admirers. Loud laughs came and went as they made comparisons between the East and West coasts, and I added my thoughts as someone living a bicoastal lifestyle. The boys were now mentioning various and sundry bars in the area, seeking to show my colleagues a bit more of the Manhattan nightlife. When asked I added my thoughts and silently counted my lucky stars all four of them would soon be on their way. All I needed to do was find my moment to make a graceful exit.

Mari and her group of friends must have had the same thought. As she passed by, she did look over her shoulder, right at me, raised her eyebrow in a questioning look and smiled. I smiled, rolled my eyes a bit before I nodded to my friends, and turned back to Amy and Michelle.

Sans distraction, I had little choice but to listen to the boys work their charm on Amy and Michelle. By now, they had all settled on next going to a champagne bar just down the street from their hotel. I remembered that old rhyme, that champagne making girls dance and drop their pants, noticed how everyone was getting very chummy, and hoped neither Amy nor Michelle would have too great a hangover, or too many regrets, the next morning.

I walked with them to the door, right up to the taxi stand, where I found Mari and her friends still saying their goodbyes. Amy, Michelle, and the boys were moving past the entrance towards the champagne bar. I looked at Mari, who threw me a sidelong glance, discreetly nodding her head in the opposite direction. I stood there, evaluating Mari. She stood in profile to me, her hand on her hip, her breasts looking fabulous as they strained against her top, and her very long legs giving me very wicked thoughts. I had this insane desire, right at that very moment, to walk up to her and kiss her. I felt a familiar sensation deep in my tummy, traveling down between my legs and back. I placed my hand on my tummy, called Amy and Michelle back, told them I was not feeling well, but that I hoped they had a great time. Michelle called Amy over, we all exchanged kisses and hugs; I gave the boys the “Nice to meet you!” line, and they were off.

I waited until they turned the corner then turned towards Mari. I went over to the taxi stand, stood back while Mari said goodbye to the last of her friends, and stood next to her. She gave me a look, the same one I imagine spiders give their prey, and asked if I wanted to share a cab with her. Of course, I did. She gave the driver the name of another hotel, and we grandly moved from TriBeCa to SoHo.

“You’re Susan” she said by way of introduction.

“You’re Mari” I answered back.

Soon we were at our destination. We went in and up the stairs to the very crowded bar. Somehow, she managed to spot a couple of seats in the corner as we stepping past the fashionistas and metrosexuals in permanent residence. Within seconds, she had the bartender’s eye and we had a couple of drinks in front of us.

“I’m glad you followed my lead,” were her first words, once we had our drinks.

“You seem very pleased with yourself” I shot back.

She liked that answer. She threw her head back and laughed, then brought her glass up to toast “To new friends”.

I clinked my glass to hers and drank to that. She placed her hand on my back. It felt good there. After spending the first konya esc part of the evening as the apparently overpaid tour guide to a couple of vacationing colleagues, it felt good to have her very warm hand on my bare shoulder. I craned my neck back, took another sip of my drink, and told her “That feels nice”.

She grabbed her drink with her other hand, leaving one on me, and we toasted the joys of out of town visitors. I asked about her friends, was there a specific occasion, filling the silence with meaningless questions. She answered my questions, explaining that her friends were down from Westchester for a “girls night out”, and somehow managed to edge closer and move her hand from my shoulder to my thigh, and kept her eyes on me as best she could. I liked her. She looked fabulous, had a great touch, I was enjoying her seducing me. I lifted my chin, and turned my entire body to her.

In a way, I presented myself to her; in a way, by my openness I invited her to open to me. She did. She flipped her shoulder-length brown hair back from her eyes and continued. She is an executive for a cosmetics company, a part owner in a downtown gallery, a devoted practitioner of yoga, and has a SoHo loft. Tales of travel to India and Bali rounded out her tale, ending with her happily in NYC these past 15 years. She is as cultured as she is elegant, and exceedingly attractive to boot.

She listened to me as I told her the basics of my life. I told her I am divorced, with no kids, and am new to New York. That I enjoy the differences between San Francisco and Manhattan, how the former seems quite similar to the latter, and that I enjoy being single.

She asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no with a slight chuckle. That caught her notice, and then asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her no by shaking my head and smiling.

“Are you through with men, Susan? She asked.

“No, ” I answered, “men are an itch I scratch.”

She liked that answer. I placed my hand on hers and crossed my legs. I asked her the same thing, she hesitated a moment before she answered. She did have a man in her life, though was not married. I see…

“Where is he this evening?” I asked.

“Girls have girls night out, boys have boys night out” she answered in a very direct tone, then continued, “He has his life and I have mine.”

“What would he think if he came in here now and saw you with me?” I asked, wishing to avoid the drama of a jealous boyfriend.

“Oh, he would love it!” came back her answer; almost in surprise that I would think otherwise. She gave me a very even look, which told me she has no issues with having a boyfriend and dating women, and I let the matter drop. We shared a few more thoughts and laughs, and even a quick kiss when her head moved closer to mine, before she asked if I would like to see her loft. Yes, I would.

It was a quick enough walk from the bar to her place. She flipped on the lights, turned on some music, and motioned me over to the kitchen bar. She walked over to the kitchen area, I stood on the other side of the kitchen bar, while she selected a chilled bottle of wine, pulled down a couple of glasses, and poured us yet another drink. We both smacked our lips, then she walked around the bar stood next to me, and we kissed. I had wanted to do that for some time and it showed. She has a very wide mouth, which I like, and I loved opening my mouth to hers. She tasted fabulous, the combination of her spicy dinner still apparent as was the vodka and wine. Her tongue felt fabulous in my mouth, and I liked that I needed to crane my neck back while she held and kissed me.

Her hands moving along my shoulders to my breasts and down to my hips all as I stood pushed back against the bar. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her very ample breasts while I kissed her neck. Her hands went behind my head and she pulled my mouth deeper into her neck and shoulder. Her hands running down my back soon met the top of my dress. She felt long enough to notice the back hook and zipper while my hands went around her back to her hips and to the waist of her skirt. Both of us wanting to undress each other, but neither of us wanted to break our embrace. She had managed to unhook my dress and was pulling the zipper from the fabric when the ringing phone ruined our moment.

Gee, I wonder who that could be.

Mari broke our embrace and moved to answer her phone. I understood: If she did not answer then he would leave a message, and the unnamed boyfriend would take shape in our thoughts. I would hear his voice, I would know something about him, and for right now, Mari wanted to keep that to herself. I did not like it but I understood.

She answered the phone as I turned back to my glass of wine. She told him about her evening, the highlights of the dinner conversation, and drinks after. While she talked, she placed her hand on my shoulder maintaining physical contact with me while she asked about his evening. Her fingers and nails traced along my shoulders and down my spine konya escort as she chatted away. I arched my back to show my approval and continued sipping my wine. I found myself very turned on by her keeping her boyfriend in limbo while continuing her seduction of me.

She stepped things up a notch. I felt her fingers search in my dress for the zipper, seeking to pull it down and continue undressing me. I could feel my body react to her bold move, I felt my tummy tighten, my head went back a bit, and my pussy gave off a very familiar tingle. My reaction surprised me, that I would find it erotic her undressing me while on the phone with him. Soon she did find the zipper and pulled it down to where it ended at the small of my back. She opened my dress, tracing patterns with her fingers as she went. All while she listened as her boyfriend told her about his night. Her fingers reached the hook of my strapless bra, and the nimble fingers from one hand unhooked my bra.

Keeping her boyfriend going, she turned me to face her. Pulling my arms to my front, she the straps over my shoulders and pulled the dress down my front to my waist. Apparently, he asked her if he could come over, she told him she was just about to go to bed when she pulled my bra from my body and let it fall to the floor. She cupped each breast in turn, as she told him to stop pouting, that she would see him the next evening. She moved close enough for me to smell the sweet wine on her breath. Her free hand moved down my front, to where the dress had gathered around my waist. I could tell from her smile that she was enjoying this interlude as much as I was. She began pulling my dress over my hips until it fell to around my feet lying next to my discarded bra.

I gingerly stepped out of the dress, careful not to make too much noise with my heels on her hardwood floors. Once again leaning back against the counter, I slightly parted my legs wondering just how far Mari would play this game. Her self-confidence grew as she first took a sip of wine, then dipped a finger into the glass and brought her finger to my mouth. She rocked her finger back and forth on my tongue, sliding it in and out of my mouth, before pulling her finger out, and tracing it down between my breasts to my tummy. She again told him he could not come by her place, telling him he needed to be patient. Her finger went over my panties to my crotch she told him patience pays its own rewards. He must have asked what that meant as she next told him she might have a surprise for him sometime soon. As she said that, her finger started rubbing my pussy through my panties, which made me suppress a slight moan. My hands went to her hand between my legs, and I kept her stroking to a manageable tempo. Her smile and light laugh indicated she was quite pleased with herself.

She broke contact again to hand me my glass of wine, which I took into my hands and then took a very liberal sip. The wine hit my tongue like a thunderclap, my head somewhat spinning from all of this. Here I stood in front of a lovely woman I met not three hours back, clad only in a heels, thigh-highs, and a thong, waiting for her to end her conversation with her boyfriend so she and I could have sex. More amazing than that was how at ease I felt with all of this. Mari took a step back and made a sweeping motion to some screens at the far end of her loft. She motioned me to her bedroom. I flipped my hair back, grabbed her glass of wine, and took both across the room to her bed. I could feel her eyes on my legs and ass as I walked past her living area to her bed. He must have noticed the sound of my heels, as she had to explain to him she was turning out lights and locking up for the night.

Once behind the screen, I slipped off my heels placed the glasses of wine on her nightstand, and lay back on her bed. I could hear her moving around, this time she really was locking up, dimming the lights, and then appeared from behind the screens at the foot of her bed holding on to my dress and bra. Looking at me lying on her bed she told him, she really needed to get to bed. He was not taking the hint as she remained on the phone listening to his voice while her eyes moved up and down my body. She laughed and rolled her eyes as he started another discussion with her, so I decided it was my turn to up the ante. With her watching me, I pulled my legs up and apart as my hands massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. My left hand went to my mouth, I started licking and sucking my own fingers, while my right hand moved down my tummy to my legs. Keeping my eyes on hers, I started stroking my pussy through my panties. I smiled both at her and when I found my clit through my panties. I arched my back, moved my left hand back to my breasts, pulling my nipples, inviting her all the time to join me.

For the first time that evening, her façade broke and she actually bit her lip in frustration while watching me. I giggled but kept at it. She made a movement with her hand, willing me to pull my panties off, which I answered by shaking my head and mouthing to her she could very well do that herself. She actually had to turn her back to me, to stop looking at me, and took a more severe tone when telling her boyfriend she would call him in the morning. Finally it seemed he took the hint as she bade him a good night and clicked the phone off.

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