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Hello, My name is Jesse. You might say this is my coming out story, first one ever. I’m a 31 years old single female. I was married for six years in my late teens and twenties to my high school sweetheart who’s name began with the letter J and I will refer to as J. Unfortunately he went and did what he felt was his patriotic duty and was killed during his third tour protecting the dollar, oh wait ridding the world of WMD’s, yeah right. No bitterness here huh.

Politics aside, I got pregnant after my husband returned from his first tour and while he was off on his second tour I went into labor and ended up with a breech baby at a base hospital on a Saturday night with nothing more than an orderly for help. I lost my son. Tore my cervix rather badly and almost bled to death. A base “surgeon” and I use the term loosely, sewed me back up. My cervix now is always open and floppy. Getting pregnant now would be difficult and an exercise in futility as I could never carry to term.

My dad left my mom when I was about six months old and my mom died of cancer when I was a sophomore in high school. I finished school living at the YWCA. Not wanting to be in debt after graduation and no family to help, a collage degree was a pipe dream so after high school J and I got married. He went to basic and I started waiting tables at a cafe. I read every book I could get my hands on about business and escort esenler eventually migrated to the stock market. I began trading equities and now trade equities, currencies and options. After J died I left base life all together and rented a small place in the pacific northwest. My trading advanced and I now have my own home on several very secluded acres near the Canadian border . I work using my computers at my office at home. I get up early as markets open on east coast time and I’m on west coast time so I go to bed early. I have goats, chickens, two mules a dog and some barn cats. My life is what you might call complete, with the exception of one thing.

I get lonesome. J is the only person I’ve ever had sex with and it’s been six years since. Would like to find the right person someday. Right now I go into town every Friday evening and have dinner at a local cafe. By my self. Oh I have plenty of suitors and offers and even gone on dates but most are looking for somebody to replace their mama. I’d like a man I can and want to be 100% submissive to because I respect him and he is naturally dominant. Not because I fear him. That will never work and I’m not looking to be a maid or a mama. A division of labor so to speak and I don’t want to wear the pants. Prefer a nice dress with some risque and classy lingerie underneath.

Once bayan escort istanbul every two months my neighbor feeds for me and I go to Seattle or Missoula for a long weekend, I’ll shop and stock my pantry and feed room. See a movie. Eat at a nice restaurant and go back to my hotel room alone. J used to love when I dolled up for him and I loved it as well so I still shave myself bare, slide on some nice stockings and attach them to beautiful garter-belts I have, slip on a nice dress and go enjoy a fine meal.

Once back in my room I wear out my pussy with a vibrator and an assortment of dildos I have just for such an occasion. I have sooooooooo many fantasies I can get off on. I want to have my nipples abused, maybe even pierced. A little FYI, I have no tattoos and never will, My ears are pierced and I have worn some clip on’s that slip in or over my belly button and my labia. I would like a lover to “make ” me get my labia and my nipples pierced. I also fantasize much more than I should about being gang banged. I loved the taste, smell, texture, and feel of J’s sperm and semen. I happily took him in my mouth and I dream and yearn for it constantly. I loved that instant when his dick got real hard then surprised me as it squirt in my throat.

J never once tried to take my ass but I have experimented using my dildos and I do want the real escort merter thing. J and I were also what I think are termed exhibitionist. That, or we couldn’t wait to get to a bedroom to hump like bunnies. Either way, I enjoyed others seeing us having sex on numerous occasions. Now in my hotel room alone I routinely leave the curtains open slightly.

As for my group sex fantasy I have looked at a gang bang group over in the Seattle area. I contacted them and have investigated them somewhat and sent them a picture of me. I’m 5’2″ tall about 100 lbs. , real blonde hair and a c-cup breast. They were very interested but I’ve decided to wait. I would rather attend as a couple with someone I trust. I’ve gone so far as to go get vaccinated for HPV. I do know if I went down this path I would have to require testing for anyone involved as I only want bareback. I might as well stay home and continue using a dildo if not.

I’m also dying to be photographed. J took two pictures of me years ago wearing stockings when we first got married and a few years ago I met a photographer who I actually had to pay to take pictures of me in his loft on a very cold winter day. I smiled as it was fun and exciting but I shivered the whole time. Then recently I took several pictures of myself in front of my piano with an automated camera. Not bad but could be better. Oh well, that’s my life for now.

Not sure where this writing is going. I’ve tried writing fiction and I suppose I don’t have enough life experiences to draw from because my attempts end up being bland. If the right person comes along maybe I’ll have something to write about. They may still be bland then but they’ll be real. Have a good day and hope you enjoy.

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This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended.

*****

I had met Shelly while I was in law school and she was working on her MBA at the same university. Shelly was a girl you noticed with her blonde hair and a magnificent smile. Shelly had been a varsity lacrosse player in undergrad and had a firm, athletic body that included rather large but perfectly-shaped tits. She was also very intelligent and, usually, a lot of fun to be around. I say “usually” because Shell was very goal-oriented. Shelly would do what was necessary to get the things she wanted, whatever was necessary.

I’m not entirely sure why I caught Shelly’s attention, but I did. While she was not aggressive enough to put off-putting, Shelly apparently decided that she wanted me and she put on a press to get me. Not that I was complaining. She was a beautiful woman, great fun to be with, and an energetic, if intense, lover. There was always a recovery period after sex with Shelly.

I thought that Shelly and I worked pretty well together. We both graduated near the top of our classes. I took a job as an associate with the local office of a huge national law firm. Shelly got an entry level management position with a relatively new, but very hot, tech company. We got married a few months after graduation.

Six years on, I thought that things were going pretty well. We didn’t have everything Shelly wanted (a McMansion and a couple of Mercedes to name just two), but I was on track to partnership at the firm. We had bought a nice house, with a huge mortgage, in a safe, leafy, and prestigious neighborhood. And, we had two great cats.

Not long into my sixth year, the firm merged with a law firm in the UK. That move was not done without some internal opposition. Not long after the merger became definite, I was invited to lunch with the two partners with whom I had worked most. Over a rather long lunch, the partners told me that they and three other partners were leaving to start their own firm. They each had a solid book of “portable” business and were confident that they would do well. They asked me to come with them. While I would start out as an associate, they were sure that I’d join them as a partner before long.

The luncheon put me in a difficult spot. There was a lot of risk moving to a start-up firm, no matter how well-established the partners starting it seemed to be. As an employee, I’d be among the first to go if the business did not pan out as they expected and costs had to be cut. On the other hand, the merger of my present firm meant that a lot of new partners who had never even met me would have a huge say on my future there and, with the partners I knew best leaving, the people most likely to go to bat for me would be gone.

I talked the issue over at length with Shelly. She wasn’t that helpful.

“You have to do what you think is best,” she told me. “You know that we both have things which we want to achieve.” By that, she meant that there were things she wanted to acquire. “You need to decide which course is most likely to get us to our goals.” I also knew that Shelly was not being promoted at her company as rapidly as she felt that she deserved.

In the end, I decided to go with the new firm. While the move didn’t cost me financially, a year on the firm was not in position to give me the automatic annual raise that I had always received at my old firm. Shelly was spending more and more time at work, t the point that we frequently only saw each other late a night when we were both too beat to do much besides sleep. We went on like that for another year. I assumed that the situation was temporary and was just the sacrifice that had to be made to get to where we wanted to be.

I came home early one night because Shelly had called me at the office with the dread message “we need to talk.” I had no idea what she wanted to talk about, but knew that it couldn’t be good. Still, I could not think of any reason to expect a cataclysm.

Shelly was there when I got home. She was dressed as she always did for her office: professional but a bit sexy. She looked stunning. Of course, she always looked stunning, at least to me.

Shelly handed me a drink as I walked in. That was unusual. Shelly never played “waitress,” to use her term. She asked me to sit down in our expensively furnished living room.

Once I was settled and holding my drink very carefully, Shelly got right to the point.

“Harry, I’ve been having an affair with Egon Barz.” Barz was the founder, CEO, and majority owner of the company for which Shelly worked. “It has gone quite well and Egon has asked me to move in with him. He’s offered to marry me once our divorce is final.”

What do you say when your world has just been blown apart? I guess that my face showed the feelings I had: fear, anger, nausea. Before I could think of anything to say, Shelly spoke again.

“Harry. You know that I have things which I want escort bahçelievler to achieve. You and I just aren’t getting there fast enough. You’re a great guy. This isn’t personal, it’s just business.”

That sure made me feel better.

Shelly left the room and came back carrying two large suitcases. She set them down. “I’m moving in with Egon this evening. This will hold me over until I can get movers to get the rest of my stuff.”

I sat there dumbfounded and speechless. After a few moments, Shelly picked up her bags. “You could help, you know.” I didn’t move. Shelly took her bags out to her car.

Shelly came back through the living room without saying anything and I heard her climbing upstairs. When she returned, she was carrying two cat carriers with my buddies inside. As she walked out to the garage, she said, “I’ve got a litter box and a bag of their food in the kitchen, would you please bring that out?” I still didn’t move.

When Shelly came back in and saw me still seated, she muttered “worthless” and went into the kitchen. She came back carrying with the litter box and food. She stopped and stared at me for a few seconds. She said “bye” and went out to the garage. I heard the connecting door close and, a couple of moments later, I heard her car start.

Since our state has no-fault divorce, there were no grounds to contest Shelly’s divorce petition. Most of the things we owned had been acquired during our marriage. Some of that got split between us. The more valuable things, like our home, got sold. I guess to her credit, Shelly didn’t pursue a claim for alimony. Within a surprisingly short time, I went from having a beautiful wife, two cats, and a nice house in the burbs to living completely alone in a downtown apartment two blocks from my office.

I was basically a wreck. At least it didn’t affect my work, or I don’t think that it did. My colleagues were supportive. Since I was now “free again,” I should start going to the bars where women congregated and should start dating. I couldn’t do it and didn’t try. Every woman I saw just reminded me of Shelly. My world had reduced itself to the office and my apartment, with infrequent trips to the store.

I had been plodding along this way for about six months after the divorce when Stan, another of the partners, told me that we were having a drink after work. After some chitchat in the bar, Stan got to his point.

“Harry, you’re a mess. You need to get laid. Ok, I get it. You don’t want to do the pick-up scene. You’ve been out of that for years and you don’t have any confidence in your own judgment after what Shelly did to you. But, buddy, we all have basic needs. Yours aren’t being met.”

Stan took swallow of his drink. “Harry, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone this, but, since Jan left me a couple of years ago, I’ve been using an escort.”

Being slow on the uptake, I asked “A what?”

“A hooker, Harry,” Stan replied. “But, Samantha is no ordinary hooker. She’s very high class, smart, and good-looking. If you just saw her on the street, you’d never suspect what she does. She only takes ‘clients,’ as she calls them, on referral from other clients. She’s not cheap, but you can afford it. No emotional baggage Harry. Just a really fun business transaction. I talked to Sam about you and she’s willing to take you on. Here’s her number. Call her. You will not regret it!”

Stan handed me a slip of paper with a telephone number on it. Stan was trying, in his way, to be helpful. But, I couldn’t help being offended by his suggestion that I hire a whore. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but Stan could tell that his effort had not engendered a lot of gratitude. We quickly went our separate ways for the weekend.

On Saturday, I started thinking some more about Stan’s suggestion. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should look at sex as nothing more than a business transaction. That certainly seemed to be how Shelly saw it. Maybe I could have some fun and the knowledge that I was just renting the girl would keep my emotions out of the equation.

Against my better judgment, I called the number Stan had given me. I got a voicemail message asking me to leave my real name, a telephone number, and the name of the person who had referred me. Not surprisingly, the message had been recorded by a rather low, sexy female voice. I hesitated, but finally left my name and number and Stan’s name.

Several hours passed. I realized that there could be any number of reasons why the hooker had not returned my call. Still, it was depressing to think that I couldn’t even get a whore to call me back.

When my phone finally did ring, I heard the same voice that had been on the voicemail ask, “Is this Harry Stone?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Hi. I’m Samantha. Stan Jensen told me about you. I’m glad that you called. I’m sorry, but I’m busy this weekend. Are you available next Friday?”

“Uh, yes, I suppose,” istanbul bayan escort I said.

“Great! Let’s say 8:00 p.m. Room 527 of the Mansion Hotel. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Great! My fee is $ 2,500. For obvious reasons, I’d much prefer cash. You’ll pay me upfront. There’s no set time. We’ll just see how it goes. Hey, what do you like to drink?”

“Beer or red wine,” I answered.

“Oh, come on. How about something a bit stronger?”

“Ok. Dark rum and tonic,” I said hesitantly.

“Great. I’ll see you Friday night. I’m looking forward to meeting you.

Twenty-five hundred dollars added greatly to my reluctance to go forward. I’d never been with a hooker and doubted that I’d recognize one if I saw one. Still, there was something about that voice. I kept reminding myself that it wasn’t like I was cheating on my wife. Not anymore.

The Mansion Hotel is pretty high-end hotel Downtown. I had gotten the $ 2,500 cash earlier in the day that Friday. I stopped at a bar I hung out in some about an hour before my appointment for some liquid courage. That turned out to be a mistake.

The woman who opened the hotel room door fit no part of my preconceived notion of a hooker. She was almost my height and slender. She wore an elegant black dress with no visible jewelry. Her face, framed by long straight brown hair, was quietly very lovely. It didn’t seem to me that she wore any make-up.

The woman extended her hand to shake. “Hi. I’m Samantha. Please come in. You’re more attractive than Stan led me to believe.” Of course a hooker would say that.

I stepped into a suite. Samantha walked over to a table, picked up a glass, and brought it to me. “Dark rum and tonic as you asked,” she said, handing me the glass.

I reached into my sport coat pocket and drew out and envelope which I handed to her. “Your fee, in cash as you asked.”

Samantha smiled. Her smile was warm and friendly. “Thank you,” she said and seemed genuinely pleased. “Take off your coat. Have a seat. Let’s talk and get no know each other a little, then we’ll see what I can do for you.”

Samantha’s dress clung to her body. While Samantha was slender, she had a very nice, proportional shape. Her moves were very graceful. As I sat down, she giggled, “Oh, I guess that I should get rid of this.” She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress. She pulled the top forward and away from her shoulders and let the dress fall at her feet. What remained was a very low-cut black bra, dark pantyhose with a pattern in them, and black heels.

After Samantha folded her dress and set it aside, she said, “It looks like you’re ready for another drink.” She brought me another and sat down on the sofa, leaving a little distance between us. “Now, tell me a little bit about you and what you want from me,” she said as though she was genuinely interested.

I vaguely remember that we talked for a while and I drank rum like water. My next clear memory was waking up in bed with sunlight coming in through the suite’s bedroom window. Samantha was nowhere to be seen. I called her name. Silence. “Oh shit!” I thought.

Naked, I got out of bed. I noticed that my clothes were neatly folded and sitting on a chair. My shoes were underneath the chair. Clothes were not my immediate concern. I went into the main room and picked up my jacket. My wallet and cell phone were still in it. Pulling out my wallet, I saw all of my credit cards in place along with my cash.

Feeling slightly relieved, I looked around the room. I half expected to see that I had barfed somewhere. Instead, what I saw was the envelope I’d given Samantha lying on a table inside the door. Inside the envelope was $ 2,500 cash. After checking the cash, I noticed writing on the outside of the envelope.

“I am sorry about Shelly,” Samantha had written. “I didn’t do anything for you, so I didn’t take my fee. You do need to check out and pay the room bill. That won’t be bad. The hotel gives me a discount. I’d like to see you again. Please call.” Below that, she had written “Sam” and a phone number which turned out to be different from the one Stan had given me.

I was a little embarrassed and a lot hung over. I showered, dressed, and steeled myself for further embarrassment checking out. However, the front desk clerk acted completely normally. Sam had been correct: the bill was a lot less than I’d expected.

Although I saved the envelope with Sam’s writing on it, I decided to put the experience behind me. It was just the sort of stupid shit that a man does when his wife leaves him. Despite a lingering thought that I should, I did not call Sam.

I was in my office about 11:15 the following Thursday morning when my cell phone went off. I was surprised and annoyed because I got very few calls on it when I was in the office. I went through the machinations to accept the call, and said “hello.”

A low female voice responded, “Harry? This is Sam.”

“Hi escort halkalı Sam,” I said unenthusiastically.

Not deterred, Samantha replied, “Hi Harry. It’s great to talk to you again. Hey, I need to do some shopping downtown. I was wondering if you could, maybe, take a slightly long lunch and meet me. You don’t need to bring any cash this time.”

Again, there was something about that voice. Almost involuntarily, I said. “Sure. What time and where?”

“How about twenty minutes. Meet me in front of Z Rabbit on Seventh.”

Z Rabbit was a new and trendy restaurant. Samantha was standing on the sidewalk when I walked up.

“Hi Harry,” Samantha smiled. She did have the ability to make you think that she was genuinely glad to see you. Gesturing towards the restaurant door, Sam said, “Don’t think that I’m trying to get you to buy me lunch there. This is just a convenient meeting point. I need some clothes for work and I thought that it would be good to get a guy’s opinion before I shell out a lot of money.”

Sam took me by the arm and we walked a couple of blocks. She led me into a shop with virtually no on street display, just the name “Ruffles and Lace.” The store sold men’s and women’s apparel, what I guess you would call “erotic apparel.” Sam obviously knew the woman working in the store. They talked for a longish time while I hung back. Finally, the saleswoman reached into a drawer, pulled something out and handed it to Samantha.

Samantha turned to me, took my hand, and led me deeper into the store. As we reached a curtained door near the back wall, Samantha pointed to a chair and said, “I need to try something on. You sit there.” I sat as Samantha went through the curtain.

I was wondering why the hell Samantha had brought me here when she came back out. Samantha was wearing only a dark, very sheer, patterned body stocking. While Samantha was a slender woman, she had a very good body, the front of which I could see clearly through the body stocking.

“What do you think?” Samantha asked me.

I decided to be honest. “You look fantastic in it,” I said.

That made Samantha smile. “Wait,” she said, “it gets better.” Samantha turned her back to me. While the material of the body stocking covered her upper back and her thin, elegant legs; it has been made to leave her buttocks bare. It was small, but Samantha had a great, tight-looking ass.

“What about that?” Samantha asked over her shoulder.

“The contrast between the material and your bare skin is exciting,” I said. “It looks great on you, but I’m beginning to think that anything does.”

That compliment bought me a kiss on the cheek. Samantha modeled several more items that left her exposed in various ways. It was a pretty exciting experience.

After Samantha had made her purchases, we just had time for a hot dog from a street vendor. I paid. After we finished and dropped the wrappers in a trashcan, Samantha took my hand.

“Harry. I do want to see you again. I know that you’ve had a rough time. I can empathize. I can also help. Meet me at the same room tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m. Just bring $500.”

Against my better judgment again, I said “yes.” I suppose that a high-end hooker develops the skill, but there was something about Samantha that made me want to see her again.

When Samantha opened the hotel room door the next night, she was completely nude. She looked very, very good nude. As I walked inside, she said, “I want to try something very different this time. Take your clothes off.” I reached into my jacket and pulled out her money. She waved a hand, “We’ll deal with that later.”

When I had all of my clothes off, Samantha came very close to me. There was a scent to her. I’m terrible at description, so I’ll just say that it was subtle but noticeable, and very alluring.

Samantha leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. Taking a step back, she said, “I really love masturbation. There’s something nice to me about pleasing myself, and I know better than anyone else what my body wants at that moment. I thought that we could masturbate together.”

Taking my hand, she walked over to a chair in the corner of the room. She sat down facing me and spread her legs. It sounds a bit strange to say that a woman has a beautiful cunt, but Samantha did. She rummaged for a moment in a handbag on the floor before pulling out a rigid clear plastic dildo.

“I have a number of toys, but this is my favorite, “Samantha said as she began rubbing the head of the dildo on her cunt lips. Watching this was, of course, exciting and I got pretty hard. After she had teased herself sufficiently, Samantha looked up at me. “Why don’t you jack yourself off while I work this guy in deeper?”

I began stroking myself as Samantha started sliding the dildo insider herself. Samantha was watching me. After a minute or so, she said, “Harry, is that really how you jack off?”

I was thrown by that comment and just said “yeah.”

“You are missing some much,” Samantha said. She pulled out her dildo and stood up. “Come on,” she said. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I sat down on the bed and Samantha sat down next to me, so close that we were touching. She leaned forward, gave me another quick kiss, and took my dick in her hands. “Let me show you a few things,” she said.

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The ceiling fan whirs overhead, stirring the heavy humid air. Idle thoughts fill my mind as I linger on the damp sheets, my long blond hair splayed out on the pillow about my face. The light cotton batiste gown clings to my skin revealing the curve and swell of my breasts while I stare at the ceiling. The strains of music filter in through the open windows, as I muse to myself, “There are benefits to living within a stones throw of the music hall.” The lilting notes and soft orchestral strains stir lingering memories of the night just passed. Enjoy my reverie.

*

Our evening unfolds as the symphonic tones pour in the open windows. Beethoven’s Symphony No. 3 (the Eroica) brings together a scale and emotional range that characterizes our moods and feelings. Eroica is Italian for “heroic” and I wonder if it is related to the root word for erotic. As I stand before you poised and relaxed, the music begins to pulse in my head. The soft cotton gown flutters about my thighs, the sheer fabric accentuates my full breasts, large distended nipples and round hips.

I gaze at you, my hero, my knight, my treasured gem and we begin to move together. Do you feel the swell and sway of the music as it moves us? The first movement, tinged with expectation moves slowly, the tempo escort bahçelievler is measured and deliberate. We begin a light sparring as we gracefully reach out and stroke each other tenderly and gently. I graze my fingertips along your jaw line scraping against the light rubble of your beard. I look into your brown eyes and see the passion of our need reflected back to me. You caress my chin and lean in to kiss my neck, just below my ear lobe. The fond caresses, the light touching are the teasing appetizers which amplify with the soft strains of the orchestra that filter in through the open windows. The Greek word symphony means ‘sounding together’ just as our bodies are moving together in a graceful rhythm.

The second movement increases in tempo and intensity, still building on the theme. We both grow excited with the swell of the music and the sensations are like riding atop a wave. We are gleeful and giddy, reveling in the presence of each other. We strip away our clothes, pulling down our garments and exposing ourselves, our inner souls and our bodies to each other. As you step out of your slacks, the full exposure of your naked form excites me, delights me and tempts me. I run my tongue along the istanbul bayan escort edge of my lips, sucking in a soft sigh, letting the anticipation of touching, tasting, holding, and taking your erect penis into my being devour me.

The strains of music, uplifting with tension, developing an underlying theme of passion hovers about us as the thrill, the excitement of touching, being so near and seeing our arousal intensifies our mutual need. The way you touch me, the way you tease me with your fingers, your mouth, your tongue makes my body shiver with delight. You run your tongue in a flickering motion along my neck, down my chest and tease the tip of my nipple. A soft chuckle bubbles out just before you pull my entire nipple into your mouth. Suckling at my breast, I wrap my hands around your head and we stand in the middle of the room, our bodies locked in a sensual embrace. The music beats around us and we tumble onto the bed. Our eyes locked, our fingers entwined as you roll me onto my back and devour me with a deep tongue thrusting kiss matched with a deep hard piercing thrust of your erect penis into my sanctuary.

The third movement is loud, crashing, intense and fast. We are both consumed with a need, with passion, and urgency escort halkalı drives us. The rhythm gains speed, the humping motions an intoxicating expression of our fervor. We moan, we writhe, and we are locked in an eternal embrace as you take my breath away. I wrap my legs around your hips as you drive deeper into my inner sanctum, pushing and pulling, humping in unison. The tonal movement mirrors the dramatic passions of our arousal. The tempo pulls us together, pounding, thrashing, riding the crest and waiting for the large crescendo as you explode and release. The heat, the force and the passion crest as the stars in the sky ignite and burst into rainbow beams. The sweet satisfaction as you burst forth reverberates into a climatic orgasm. The completeness of the moment grips us as we fall together tangled and sated.

The fourth movement wraps us tightly together as our breathing slackens to a shallow breath, just light puffs across your chest, the music slows, softens and caresses us as we relax, as we linger and languish and absorb the presence of each other and try to capture the fleeting sensation of pure, ecstatic complete, erotic fulfillment. A light sigh escapes my lips as I snuggle in closer, the scent of our sweat from the hard fought romp, the musk of our mutual arousal and the tang of the seed hovers about us enveloping and saturating our very souls. The music dwindles to a tapering, light beat as the midnight breeze stirs the heavy humid air. Symphonies are written to gratify the ears of princes, just as we’ve gratified the sexual urges and needs of each other with our sensual exploration.

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Author’s note: One my readers enjoyed my recent story,” Making my Fantasy Real.” She liked the fact that I wrote about the experience of another couple and decided to share her experience with me.

This is her story.

*****

My Hilton Head Affair

A true story of finding love and romance

I met a man while on vacation at Hilton Head. I was in an unfamiliar area and asked him for directions. That chance encounter changed my life.

My name is Pat. I’ve been retired for five years from a large manufacturing company and a widow for the last three. I am fortunate that I have the financial means to travel and play as I choose. My husband and I began to vacation at Hilton Head every spring for more than twenty years and I have continued our tradition. I love this place and enjoy my days of biking, playing tennis and golf. The courses are beautiful but I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable sharing the fairway with the alligators.

I was staying in a different plantation that was a bit further from the ocean but closer to the golf course that I like. I went out for my daily bicycle ride and I thought I would ride down to the beach. I like to do several miles each day and I enjoy the hard sand on the beach for riding. I headed out on a bike path in what I thought was the correct direction. But, the longer I rode, the more I began to question my decision. There was only one person that I saw along the way so I dismounted my bike and asked him for directions. “Is this the right path to the beach?” I inquired.

He looked me over and I felt quite self-conscious as I was in my biking shorts which are really comfortable but leave little to the imagination. I shouldn’t be so self-conscious because I actually have a nice shape. He was quite handsome and I know I turned a few shades of red but I just kept looking him in the eyes. I fought the urge not to look down at this crotch.

“It’s a perfect day for it and not only is this the right path, but you’re nearly there.”

He followed my gaze as I looked down the path and I guess I had a bewildered look on my face. “It’s hidden by the savannah grass. Just stay on the path. Where are you from, if I may ask?”

“Massachusetts.”

“Really, so am I. Boston area. And you?”

“West, near Worcester.”

“Don’t you hate our winters? That’s what brings me down here. I hate to be so bold, but are you alone?”

That caught me by surprise, “No, I’m staying with family.” A truthful yet not completely accurate statement.

“I must say you look in great shape.”

“Thank you. Probably because I play a lot of tennis, plus I golf and ski so I guess that keeps me in shape. “Do you play any sports?”

“Yes, I also play golf.”

“Well, this is the perfect place for it”

He glanced at my hands then looked back at me. “Are you married?”

I’m sure he saw the surprised look on my face and it certainly made me uncomfortable. I wanted to lie but my gut was telling me this guy was ok. Finally I said, “No. My husband died a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I apologize for being so forward. I didn’t see a wedding ring. I’m a widower and for years my wife and I came down here escort beykent for vacations. This year I’m renting to see if I like it. I am very tired of the Massachusetts winters, and, I guess the truth is, I’d like to meet a single woman near my age. One of the things I find appealing is a person who makes staying in shape part of their lifestyle.”

“I’ve been coming here with family for years, too. We love it. Besides the weather, I make use of the golf, tennis, and beach.

“I don’t want to hold you up anymore but before you go, would you like to meet for a drink later and get better acquainted?”

I thought about it for a moment and my first reaction was to decline. But, he looked so handsome, definitely friendly and outgoing, and I decided that a drink wouldn’t be very committal. “I’d like that.”

“Are you familiar with a place called the Black Marlin?”

“Yes.”

“5:30?”

“That works. Thanks for the invitation and I’ll see you at 5:30 at The Black Marlin.” I headed off to continue my ride and was pleased with myself that I had accepted his offer to meet. He seemed like a nice man despite being a bit forward. But then, why not, I thought. You never know until you try. Isn’t that one of the lessons we learn in life?

I suddenly felt like a young girl again. It’s been a long time since I’ve been “hit on” by a man. I felt alive again and as if by magic, like a new woman emerging from a long sleep. This is the stuff romance novels are made of. None the less, I was smiling and giggling all through my five mile ride which I did at quite a clip.

I headed to the shower to get ready for my “date”. As I ran my soapy hands over my body, I couldn’t help but remember how wonderful that felt when it was my lover’s hands. We shared a lot of intimate showers over the years. My pussy began to tingle and I began to rub my clit. For too long my sexual release has been my hands and a vibrator. How nice it would be to feel a man’s touch and hopefully more. I miss feeling a man inside me.

One of the things I learned from my husband was to be on time. Being on time is a sign of respect he would say and it is a philosophy I follow to this day. I walked into the restaurant promptly at 5:30 and there stood Paul. He must have had the same upbringing. He had already reserved us a table. He looked handsome in his tan slacks and blue polo shirt. I wore a fun sundress that emphasized my figure which he commented on when I met him in my bike shorts. I wanted to keep his visual focus on me and perhaps even entice him more.

The Black Marlin is a family oriented restaurant with a bar off to one side on the terrace that is usually packed at that time with the happy hour crowd. Even though it was busy, it wasn’t too loud, so Paul and I could carry on a conversation with out shouting. We both ordered wine and began to tell some of our life’s history. He was a widower and had been longer than I had been a widow. He was an engineer at a petro cracking plant and when he named the place, I had big grin on my face. “I’ve been to your plant,” I announced.

“When?”

“Oh it was at least fifteen years ago. I was a VP of istanbul escorts the company that made the valves you used and I came down to do a quality control audit and meet with the client.”

“I was in that meeting. I have been thinking to myself that you looked familiar. I never said anything so you wouldn’t have remembered me. We all were impressed with your knowledge of our process and what we needed. What a small world.”

I was speechless for a moment, which for me is quite a feat. I took up my wine glass and we toasted to old times and how life can throw us a curve.

We chatted about our families and such. I don’t have children and he has two grown daughters with five grandchildren. He had pictures to prove it, too.

We adjourned to the dining room and enjoyed a pleasant evening of reminiscing about the old days and the variety of things we did for work and play. He told me he doesn’t cook much and invited me to join him for dinner the following evening. I was feeling very comfortable and definitely wanted to continue seeing him. I accepted and informed him that I would rather cook for him. Eating out is ok now and then, but I prefer to cook and it would be fun to make a meal for him. “I make a great chicken Marsala.” The timing was perfect since my family would be leaving tomorrow night for home as we all share a condo on vacation.

“I’ll bring the wine,” Paul said with a smile.

After a nice hug we said good-by. I smiled all the way home at my good fortune. Maybe it was infatuation, but I genuinely felt attracted to him. My body felt warm all over and I know it wasn’t the wine. When he gave me a hug and held me close, I was pretty sure he was sporting an erection. The more I thought about that the more turned-on I got. I could feel my pussy tingle again and when I looked down at my blouse, my nipples were making their presence known, too. Looks like I’ll need my vibrator tonight.

I had rather a sleepless night. My mind was recalling some sexual moments I had experienced through my years with my husband, times in the hot tub, in the shower, in the car, and even the mile high club. We shared a lot of fun getting away with sex in public but out of the public eye. It was our ultimate fantasy that became a reality. I was recalling vividly holding his dick and giving him a blowjob. How much I missed the sensation of feeling him cum inside me or in my mouth. Often when I thought about our sexual exploits, I would wake enough to run my fingers over my pussy and insert a couple of fingers. It was so wet and warm. I know I had several orgasms throughout that night.

The next morning I was still horny and gave myself one more encounter with my vibrator. In my mind, I could feel my husband and lover’s hard penis and then I began to imagine how nice it would be to feel Paul’s dick. As I climaxed, I wanted it inside me and soon.

I made a quick run to the grocery store for a few items. I needed ingredients for a salad and I couldn’t believe that when I picked up a cucumber, I just stared at it. I don’t know for how long but finally someone came along and broke my trance. I shook my head and thought, girl you need to get a hold of escort rus yourself.

Paul arrived at the appointed time and he was sharply dressed in dark slacks and a white golf shirt. I made a mental note that we need to see about playing a round soon. When I thought of golf, I immediately thought of balls and well, I had to pinch myself to refocus.

He tossed the salad and set the table while I finished the chicken and vegetables. “Bon Appetite,” I said as we touched our glasses together in a toast. This time we talked about our dreams and desires for the future. One thing we had in common was traveling and enjoyed exotic locations. It wasn’t long before we talked about maybe a cruise or a trip to Europe in the future. I can’t believe how comfortable and yet exciting I felt about the way our conversation was progressing.

With wine glasses in hand, we adjourned to the love seat (appropriately named, I thought) with hopes of things to happen. Within moments, Paul reached over, placed his fingers under my chin, lifted my head and kissed me gently. I didn’t hesitate and kissed him back. Soon our lips parted and our tongues were engaged in an intimate dance. He slid his hand up and touched the side of my breast. I moaned in his mouth and moved my hand up his leg and placed it on his growing dick. I could actually feel it getting hard in my hand. I rubbed it through his slacks and he moved his hand up my leg to my panties, now wet with excitement. I was so glad I chose to wear a skirt and sexy underwear.

It didn’t take long before clothes were flying off. I helped him remove his slacks and I gazed with delight at his erection that was visible yet hidden by his briefs. I carefully removed his dick from bondage and he stepped out of the last of his clothes. I could see the precum on the tip and I took it into my mouth and licked the head all over. Seeing his member, touching it, tasting it, and filling my mouth with it made my pussy ache to have it inside me.

I laid down on the carpet and pulled his dick straight to my love hole. I watched him slide his rod up and down my slit and then gently insert it. I gasped as he entered me and spread my legs wider. He began with slow thrusting, moving slowly in until he was in all the way. I was gasping and panting all the time as he filled me up. It had been a long time since I’d felt this and it was wonderful. Vibrators are fine and they serve a purpose but nothing beats the real thing.

He stayed fully inside without moving for a few moments, gazed into my eyes and gave me a kiss. When he started his long strokes, my mind was in heaven and I think I started having one orgasm after another. I could feel them flow through my body and I loved the way it felt. I moved my hips to match his thrusts and savored the wonderful sensation of his dick filling me. Sometime later, I don’t know how long, I could hear his breathing change and his tempo increased. Within moments, he tensed and I could feel his hot cum hitting my cervix as I exploded with him. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight. I didn’t let go until his dick was soft.

I snuggled in his arms and we enjoyed the afterglow of beautiful sex. Later we headed to the hot tub and I asked him to spend the night. I have a wake-up routine involving my mouth and a dick that I was sure he would enjoy. And, he did.

We have continued our romance, chasing our dreams and sexual fantasies around the world and we return to Hilton Head every year to celebrate that chance encounter.

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Katelynn is one of my most favorite Co-Workers. She is such a beautiful young woman who has the looks of an angel.

Katelynn is a pencil thin blonde nineteen year old with a soft timid voice that is barely audible.

I don’t think she weighs any less then ninety eight pounds, but definitely no more than one hundred one pounds. She is so timid and frail looking, one might feel they’d break her just by looking at her.

She is rail thin, and only has a small pair of mosquito bite sized tits.

When you talk to Katelynn you almost have to strain to hear her because her voice is so soft.

As with most of my Co-Workers, Every time Katelynn and I worked together I’d always mess around with her. I’d throw pieces of paper at her, point up to the ceiling and make her look at something that isn’t there, and tell her jokes all the time.

In general, I was always flirting with her.

I don’t think I’d ever have a chance in the world with her but I can say this.

Every time I would work with her and we’d be standing face to face talking to each other, I’d always see her eyes moving down to my crotch and quickly back up again as if she were ‘sizing me up.’

I don’t really know if that was what she was looking at, but there is nothing else that she could have been looking at.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable enough to talk dirty with Katelynn, and even after I started it was more like I was telling her a dirty story rather than directing anything toward her.

I knew that Katelynn was a church going girl, but I also knew that she wasn’t completely innocent either. She told me about how her boyfriend worked at an adult escort esenler video and novelty store, and she told me about how she’d go there and see him while he was working.

She never told me if her boyfriend ever bought her anything from there, but I know that if she was my girlfriend, and I worked there, I’d buy her something.

I recently told Katelynn about something that happened to me one day while I was at work.

There was two women in my line. The one woman I’ve seen in the store on a few occasions but she wasn’t one of our regulars. The woman with her I assumed was her friend.

As they were in my line, I heard the Friend say something along the lines of;

“Maybe he’ll die of AIDS, and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

The woman I knew looked up at me and said;

“Don’t worry, we don’t normally talk bad about people, but I just found out that my Husband is a sex addict, and belongs to a swingers club.”

Not only did I hear that, but other customers and Co-Workers heard her say it too.

When I told Katelynn about what happened a few days later, she proceeded to tell me a story of her own.

She told me about how she was visiting her boyfriend at the adult store when one of the store’s regulars came in.

Katelynn told me that the customer told her and her boyfriend that he was hosting a swingers party and invited her and her boyfriend.

She told the guy that they weren’t interested and the guy simply went about his business.

I would always check Katelynn out while I worked with her. She was too beautiful not to.

She would bayan escort istanbul always wear tight pants to work but more often than not the smock she’d wear always covered everything up.

One night in the fall of 2013, I was walking with all of my other Co-workers to the front of the store after closing. My manager and Katelynn were behind me at first, but Katelynn squeezed by me and I immediately became turned on.

She was wearing a very tight pair of black yoga pants with hot pink stripes down the center of each leg. Her little ass looked so fucking good that I literally had to put my hands in my coat pockets to prevent myself from reach out and squeezing it.

Her ass was so fucking nice looking, my hands grew a mind of their own, but my real mind knew to do the right thing.

Another day, Katelynn was off, but her, her boyfriend and one of his friends came into the store. I was working my the register that I’d normally work at when I saw them come in.

The three of them walked up the isle way closest to the door and about two or three minutes later they come walking back. As Katelynn neared I secretly check her out as I would normally.

My line was empty so the three of them walked through my register lane on their way to the door.

Katelynn stood in front of me and prepared to say something. Just then, I watch her boyfriend kind of grab Katelynn by the arm and push her behind himself as to prevent me from seeing or talking to her.

Her boyfriend said something to me that I didn’t make out and the three of them walked out of the store.

I didn’t like the way he grabbed her and for hours escort merter after I had wondered to myself if I should have done something about it, but I didn’t.

The next time I worked with Katelynn a couple of days later, I thought about asking her about it, but I didn’t want to start anything.

Katelynn always seemed kind of sad and I always asked her if anything was wrong but she’d always say that she either had a head ache or that she was tired. I wondered if maybe her boyfriend was abusing her.

I only have one erotic story about Katelynn, but it doesn’t even really have a beginning or and ending. It just starts and stops abruptly.

It’s actually kind of just a vision that came to me once.

In the vision, I see myself sitting with Katelynn in her car in the parking lot of the store where we both work. I see that Katelynn and I are both masturbating.

I have my cock pulled all the way out and I am stroking wildly with my left hand.

Katelynn has her right hand slid down inside the tight black yoga pants with the pink stripes on the legs, and she too is wildly rubbing herself. We’re both moaning as we’re bringing ourselves closer to orgasm.

Katelynnn screams louder and louder as she draws herself closer to cumming.

Seconds later, Katelynn pulls down the front of her pants exposing to me her tight little bald pussy. I rear up and turn my body onto the left side. Using my right hand I stroke myself quicker and quicker then I begin to cum.

I shoot all over Katelynn’s little pussy and she massages it in.

The vision ends there.

Katelynn is pretty enough that she could easily be some kind of model and I actually suggested that to her once but she didn’t seem interested.

I like Katelynn a lot, but I find it hard to actually think about fucking her because she is so pretty.

If I could compare Katelynn’s looks to a celebrity, I’d say she’s an exact replica of the Actress Peyton List from the T.V. show Jessie.

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(I was challenged to write a story from the feminine point of view.)

He arrived just as I predicted he would. Ever since we became Instant Message buddies, he had been putty in my hands. It was easy for me to seduce him. He was already in an unhappy marriage to a total frigid bitch for years. Poor boy’s only climaxed thanks to those porn sites and more recently because of me. It didn’t take much. A few webcam sessions where he saw me pinch my nipples and I had him. Momma always told me I had wonderful bait.

Don’t judge me so harshly, gentle reader. I am not some Black Widow nor am I a home wrecker. I am simply a woman who doesn’t mind helping out a poor man once in a while if I am able. In my little town, I come across as the sweet woman who always volunteers for the local elementary school even though I have no kids to speak of. I am simply a helpful spirit and this night was to be no exception.

We agreed to not use our real names to ensure our anonymity especially if his poor excuse for a spouse decided to snoop in his computer. The motel was easy since it was located near the highway. His excuse for coming here was air tight since technically he was making a sales call to a big client. We agreed to meet at the room I reserved. I already came in first and laid out some items to help him relax. I knew in my naughtiest recesses of my mind that I had one night with him to blow his mind before he was on a flight back to that fat cow of his. I decided to dress in something easy to remove since I wasn’t planning on being clothed for long when he arrived. I wore a pink blouse that was just sheer enough for him to see my dark areolas through them. The skirt was a one button job. I escort yenibosna decided against panties for him.

As he neared the door, I instinctively looked around to see if anyone was watching. Even though he would be anonymous, I wouldn’t. No telling how the woman who played the church organ would look if someone knew what I was up to that night. He wore one of those waterproof fedoras over his head and a long black trench coat. As he edged near the door, I walked backwards into the room to allow him to enter. My movements were precision in action as he closed the door and I was already on my knees undoing his belt. He looked down and me and commanded me to stand so he could see me face to face before I did anything. I was in shock as I stood before I looked into his eyes. They were already wet with tears possibly because of what he knew we were going to do.

The first kiss was the ice breaker. My lips pressed against his for a while as our tongues tentatively snaked out and started to rub against each other while his hands dropped his coat down. I felt his rough hands pawing at my breasts through my blouse. My nipples were already hard when his fingers brushed against them before he withdrew from the kiss and began to unbutton it. As he pulled the shirt open, his mouth found my left breast and began to suck on the nub as his teeth bit it gently. My hands found his head and pulled it against my breast to show him that he found one of my secret spots. He started kissing over to the other side as I allowed the shirt to fall off my arms.

His grip then went to behind me along the side of my back as he pushed me against the bed bayan escort before I fell on it. As I fell back, I saw the icing style paint on the ceiling before I felt my pussy exposed to his ministrations I leaned up on my elbows to see his tongue sliding along my vagina. I took great care in the bath this afternoon ensuring that I was well trimmed since I knew he preferred a little hair versus the slutty totally shaved look. I could feel his lips gently parting me as his tongue burrowed in. He was definitely not the best of pussy eaters by self admission, but the feeling of his sheer bravado, his reckless abandon just to taste me was just what I wanted. I felt myself getting close.

I started to pull his face towards my pussy before I started cresting over the wave. As I recovered, I saw him look up at me with a grin before he stood and began to shed his tie, then his shirt and undershirt. As I saw from a previous session, he was no Adonis. Hs stomach had a line of hair from the navel towards his chest. As he reached for his belt, I scooted onto my knees still with my skirt on and started undoing his belt for him. I dropped his trousers to reveal his white briefs. Very unsexy on some guys, but I didn’t care about gift wrap at that point.

Soon, his briefs were down around his ankles and my right hand grasped his dick. I felt the precum already was seeping from the tip as my thumb began to rub it over the head. In my normal “help” sessions, I would take more time to worship the subject’s cock. I would measure it with my strokes as I readied myself to suck his essence out as fast as possible. This time, I was overcome too much with need. I plunged his dick straight escort kayaşehir down my throat to suck him as hard as I could. I felt him shake a bit as my throat seemed to open up for him. From watching him on cam, I knew he was a quick shot and I wanted his first shot done with quickly so the next two or three would be longer and more enjoyable for both of us. I wasn’t disappointed as I felt him tense a little. I removed his cock from my mouth and felt the shots erupt on my breasts. I just love the look of fresh man juice on my breasts. As he moved towards the bed, I showed him how much I loved his cum by licking a little off my breast before rubbing the creamy goo all over my breast.

We rested for a little while before I stood and dropped my skirt. This made us both naked and caused him to stiffen a little. I leaned over and took him into my mouth again and felt him stiffen more as I sucked. I used a gentler approach this time since I wanted him hard enough to take me the way I wanted. A good five minutes of sucking made his fuck stick nice and hard for my intentions.

I walked over to the chair in the room and turned it so I could lean over the back of it before I spread my legs apart. He responded like a good little puppy walking over and sliding his meat inside my pussy from behind. One hand found my right nipple and began to pinch it while my hand slid down to rub my clit. The feeling of my pussy being skewered by his dick made me wetter as my hands rubbed more and more. I felt a climax starting before he started pistoning in quicker. His cum filled my pussy as I felt a mini climax. I felt him pull out before I turned and took his dick into my mouth to sample the mix of him and me. We spent the rest of the night holding each other, fucking every time his dick hardened until early the next morning when I left him in the room jut to conceal my identity from the nosey people in town. After all, how much help could I give to other guys in need if the town thought of me as the slut I truly am?

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This is a true story. Only my lover’s name has been changed.

*****

O MY GOD! What a night! Even now several days after it happened I still feel the passion, the lust, the total fulfillment. Over the coming days and weeks the memory will fade which is why I have to write it down now.

I was raised a naïve Catholic where my mother (who STILL thinks I’m an innocent virgin) ruled both my older sister and myself. The control was so tight we weren’t even allowed to use tampons because our hymens had to remain intact until our wedding night. As far as I know my sister kept to that rule and went to her marriage bed a virgin. I, by contrast was deceived and tricked into bed when I was barely eighteen years old, but that’s a story I’ll share another day.

Since my deflowering I decided I had nothing to lose so I went on the pill and spent the next few years hunting down hot men without commitments, sharing their beds and enjoying a very active sex life. I joined the British Army as a nurse and whenever I’m home on leave the shagging begins and continues until I return to duty. I’m not alone in this, most single army girls straight or gay spend their leave lying in bed with their legs wide open.

I can honestly say that in nine cases out of every ten I get what I want, enjoy them and move on. If a man is exceptional I keep his number and if he is in town the next time I’m home and I’m lonely and horny I give him a call, meet him, fuck him and move on. Normally I’m in charge of the whole situation from start to finish.

But this night was different, very different. Marcus (not his real name) is a Captain in the Italian Army he’s 40 years old, tall, escort cengelköy fit, handsome and single. He’s served in NATO Forces in Afghanistan and Iraq and although I didn’t meet him it seems we were both out there at the same time on at least two occasions. He was in the UK for a short training exercise and with a colleague he was at one of our bars where I met him. We talked and I practiced my Italian and gave him my mobile number and agreed to see him the next evening. When I got home to my digs he phoned me and invited me to a top Italian Restaurant and then on to a dance at his HQ where he has exclusive use of the officer’s apartment.

I discussed with a colleague and we agreed I shouldn’t go in my usual ‘Tomboy’ clothes of jumper and trousers but dress sophisticated. Eventually I settled for my Graduation dress, stockings and heels. At 1930 hours on the dot a car collected me and took me to the restaurant.

As soon as I saw him sitting there I was no longer the hunter. I was the prey. His look undressed me and I felt my legs tremble. He rose for me, sat me down and began small talk and all the while my cheeks were burning and I’m sure I was blushing.

The meal went well and then his car took us to the dance. We both sat down in the back of the car and I must have struggled to get in giving him a sight of my white panties because after he helped me in he said he liked girls who wore stockings. I think my whole body trembled. The dance was wonderful and I’m sure everyone was looking at us. In the close dances I could feel him pressing against me and a thrill went down my back knowing I’d made eskort bayan this senior soldier hard.

When the dancing ended I played my ‘old trick’. I told him I’d left my keys to my digs in my other handbag. He saw through me, smiled and said he was going to ask me back to his apartment for coffee anyway. His car took us across the courtyard and when we arrived he told his housekeeper she could go home. We sat together on the settee and our eyes just locked before he drew me into a kiss. My nipples hardened, my pussy started to get moist and then his tongue was exploring my mouth.

Without saying a word he helped me up and led me into the bedroom, a huge king size bed dominated the room and the soft music made the atmosphere right. Slowly he began to unbutton the top to my dress and encouraged me to unbutton his shirt. His magnificent torso almost made me orgasm there and then. Next my bra was unfastened and he was kissing and biting my nipples as I was moaning.

I reached down and undid his trousers, then his underpants and I helped him off with his shoes leaving him standing completely naked. We both smiled and then without a word I was down on my knees and I took his magnificent cock on to my lips and I kissed it. Already it was leaking precum which I licked, mixed with my saliva and swallowed. Next I opened my lips and took him in to my mouth and allowed the underbelly of his manhood to nestle onto the fold of my tongue. Using my tongue I brought him to the boil feeling him harden before releasing his sperm into my mouth. That wonderful hot sweet salty creamy texture slid down my throat and he said afterwards I was the first escort hadımköy girl who had ever swallowed his seed. And I told him truthfully that he was the first man I had ever given oral sex without being asked for it!

After he came I stood up and was getting ready to go to the bathroom when he stopped me. He told me he wanted to please me but he liked fucking women who still had their dresses partly on. I found myself on the bed with his hands removing my white panties and then his mouth, his tongue was assaulting my pussy as I screamed in pleasure before cumming hard releasing a tsunami of love juice onto his tongue. I am a loud lover and I’m sure many of his colleagues in the complex must have known what was happening.

By now he was rock hard again and he stood up, lifted the hem of my dress, opened my legs, entered me and fucked me hard. He really knows a woman’s body because he sensed when I was climaxing and only then did he explode himself. My orgasm was accompanied by that wonderful hot splash and I screamed as I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

We lay there in each other’s arms and soon he was hard again. This time I guided him by placing his manhood in my cleavage and we enjoyed a tit fuck (one of my favourite activities). After he came I asked him to rub his seed into my nipples and I was so excited I came again!

Neither of us slept that night. Instead we fucked each other another three or four times which shows how remarkably fit he is. In the morning we showered and before we were dry we were back in bed. I’ve never ever met a man with so much energy. Normally my men beg for mercy but not him. This time I met my Waterloo and like Napoleon I surrendered.

Eventually we dressed and he then said he was sure I’d find my keys. We both laughed. His driver took me home and 20 minutes after I arrived a delivery guy came with a bouquet and a note that read ‘We must do this again! – Next time in Rome!’ I’m already planning my summer leave.

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I have to tell you about the second time with my Asian neighbor, Lynn. As hot as it was, it wasn’t as good as it would get by our fourth or fifth time, but I still have to tell you.

It took about two days before I saw Lynn again after our first sexual encounter. She had come over to borrow an egg but she left with a little bit more. We had been watching the first episode of Californication when we somehow started kissing. After a few minutes, I, a married man, put my fingers inside of her and made her cum. While I felt bad about it a little later, I was able to reason with myself that I deserved what happened (even though Lynn didn’t make me cum). My wife, Sam, and I don’t have sex often and even when we do, it’s just part of the motions of being married. We’ve talked about it but nothing ever changes.

I apologize for getting off topic. So, after our sexual episode I didn’t see Lynn outside with her dogs for another two days (and trust me, I was going outside quite a bit hoping I would see her again).

On the morning of the third day, however, I noticed Lynn from my window saying goodbye to her husband. I instantly stood up and reached for the leash. The sound of the shower was still running (my wife was getting ready for work), so I had a brief moment to spare.

A few seconds later, I was outside with my dog and began walking in the direction of Lynn’s house. I quickly looked up and noticed Lynn wearing sexy aqua-green lingerie. It fit perfectly around her curved body. The lingerie went down to her knees and showed off her C-sized breasts. She wasn’t as skinny as my wife but she looked extremely sexy. I looked up at her beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to sparkle in the warm Florida sun.

At that point, she waved to me with a smile on her face. I waved back but stood still; I was a bit nervous about what to do next. Luckily, she took command (as she often would in our future sexual encounters).

She felt no qualm about the way she was dressed in public. I felt a bit queasy a few seconds, however, due to the short distance between the two of us. She was standing about five or six feet away, half-naked, talking to me – a man who wasn’t her husband. I looked around to see if anyone else was outside yet, but noticed that most of my neighbors already left for work. I also looked up at my window, worried how I would explain this to my wife if she saw Lynn and I talking.

“Hey, David,” Lynn said softly.

“Hey, Lynn,” I stammered while looking again at my window.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lynn exclaimed trying to cover her breasts up with her hands. “I don’t want you to get in trouble with Sam.”

“Yeah. I probably should go back inside,” I replied escort mahmutbey while taking a few steps backwards.

“Well, if you want you could come over to watch another episode of Californication. I bought it after I watched it with you the other day,” Lynn said while running her hand through her long black hair.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” I said while heading back inside.

“Bye. It was nice seeing you again!” Lynn exclaimed while I closed the door behind me.

I walked up the stairs and looked around to see where my wife was. My heart was beating quickly but slowed down when I finally found her in the bathroom.

“Hey, babe,” Sam said while blow-drying her hair.

“Hey,” I replied while walking up to her.

“Where were you at?” She asked as I kissed her gently on her neck.

“Uh, just on the computer checking my e-mail like I do every morning” I answered her (the lies were starting to come a little easier now as we have been married for almost 4 years).

After about ten minutes or so, my wife left for work and I remained home. Don’t worry, I’m not a bum (well, not a complete bum), I work part-time and I am also taking five classes at our local college.

I then brushed my teeth and began to argue with myself about whether I should go to Lynn’s place or not. I was more on the no side, but my penis was the yes side. As usual, my penis won the argument.

Five minutes later, I was walking across the road to Lynn’s house, passing an egg back and forth in my hands. (Yeah, I know it was sort of corny, but hey, that’s what I am).

I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Lynn to answer. At that point I got a little scared; I began to worry about what I would do if her husband came home early from work. Just as I started to turn around, the door swung open. Lynn was standing there, looking just as gorgeous as she did when I first saw her that morning. She was still wearing the same lingerie, though her hair was now up in a sort of bun.

“Glad you could come over,” Lynn said with the biggest smile on her face. “What’s that in your hand?” she asked with a confused look.

“It’s an egg. I thought you might need it,” I replied. I immediately felt stupid holding that egg. Luckily, and as usual, she laughed in return. (I really think that was another reason I would see her more often in the future – she made me feel positive, like I was needed).

“Come on in,” she said while walking to the kitchen.

I closed the door behind me and rushed to catch up with her. As I stepped in the kitchen area I looked around to see what her place looked like. It was eskort actually pretty nice. She had plush-white carpet with light gray walls. It looked just like a decorated house on HGTV.

“Your place looks real nice,” I said while leaning over the kitchen counter. “I don’t know how my wife could help you decorate. It looks like you don’t really need it.”

“Thanks. I just love the way your place is set up. It just has that “rich” feeling to it that I really want in here,” Lynn replied while pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?”

“No thanks, I don’t drink coffee,” I replied.

“Oh, Ok,” she said while walking out of the kitchen. “Do you want a quick tour?”

“Sure,” I replied earnestly.

She showed me around the house and everything was normal, until we came to the master bedroom that is. No, nothing sexual happened. But, I did notice something on her bed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said nervously while grabbing the 12-inch purple object from the bed and putting it in her night stand. “Let’s get out of here,” she said as she pushed me out of the room.

“That’s ok, Lynn, my wife has one of those too,” I said in return, though feeling a bit odd about mentioning my wife.

It was silent for a few minutes after that, though you would think after our first sexual encounter we would be able to talk about a silly vibrator.

We sat down on her L-shaped couch; I on one side, her on the other.

“Let’s watch the show!” Lynn said excitingly while turning on the television. She put the DVD in and the second episode less than a minute later.

I remained silent. Why? Because that’s what I do when I’m nervous. After a few minutes into the show, she placed her feet on my lap. Not realizing where I was, I started rubbing one of her smooth brown feet (I rub my wife’s feet almost every night at home so it was a natural response).

After a few seconds of rubbing, I remembered suddenly where I was. Ok, I am rubbing Lynn’s feet. This is kind of weird. I continued, however, because I love to make women happy.

I stopped after a few minutes and continued watching the show. Her feet were still in my lap, however, and she began to move one foot slowly around my crotch. I closed my eyes and imagined her sucking my dick. At the same time, she continued the foot foreplay.

Lynn’s foot moved up and down my thigh. It felt absolutely wonderful. My dick began to harden and could be seen through my blue shorts. I looked over to her and she was smiling while nibbling on the tip of her finger. I continued looking into her dark brown eyes while she continued moving her foot along my thigh.

Then out of nowhere she escort sultangazi said: “Take your shorts off.”

I could feel my heart beat even faster as I followed through with her command. I slowly peeled my shorts off and they fell to the floor hugging my ankles.

“I want it all off,” she commanded in her sexy voice.

I squirmed around while sliding my boxers down to the floor. I continued to sit there, expressionless, wearing only a white t-shirt.

She smiled and I immediately felt her soft foot against my fully erect penis. She moved her foot up and down my shaft and began moaning softly. She then traced her toes down my shaft and gracefully moved them back up. My penis stood at full-attention while she grazed her big toe against the tip of my dick. It felt so damn good. This was the first time any woman touched my cock with their feet. I wanted so badly to cum (and, hell, I deserved it after last time).

Her moaning grew louder as she slipped her slim finger deep into her mouth. I could hear the wetness of the movement and it turned me on even more. With her other hand she pulled her lingerie top down so that her breasts would be exposed. Her breasts looked perfect in the dim light. Her nipples were erect and as hard as my dick. I wanted so bad to touch them, but I wanted her to be in control.

She then sat up straight and moved closer to me. Our legs were touching, once again, and it felt so natural and oh so right. She then moved her right hand and touched my inner thighs. At the same time, she began to kiss my neck. She gently used her moist lips to travel up and down my neck. Fuck, it felt good. Her hand moved slowly towards my dick. She placed one of her fingers on the tip and began making a circular motion. She then forcefully grabbed my dick with her warm hand and began to move her hand up and down. She started slowly and then began to pick up speed.

Her moans became even louder as she rubbed up and down my cock. She continued kissing my neck and then, all of a sudden, her wet tongue began to travel across my cheekbone. Eventually, her tongue met my ear and, for some reason, I exclaimed: “I’m about to cum.”

Her moans grew louder as she moved her hand up and down my hard dick. Just as I was about to jizz all over myself, her hand suddenly stopped. I shivered in my seat as I expected a release.

“Not today,” she said to me while kissing me softly in my ear. “Not today,” she repeated. She then stood up and fixed her lingerie. She walked to the kitchen and I watched as her ass moved back and forth. God, she looked so sexy. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. I actually thought about finishing myself off, but she looked back and said, “No, not today” and opened the front door.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I stood up and put my clothes back on. I walked outside and went back home to finish myself off – again. After I finished, I thought about what had just happened. I vowed that next time Lynn would make me cum. Luckily, she would.

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It was just another boring “last Thursday of the month” board meeting, and I was really wasn’t looking forward to the typical petty bullshit, the accusations of over spending, the idiotic questions of fiscal responsibility, blah blah blah. So as I slumped into the cafeteria style chair I wondered how long I would go without yawning, or at least without yawning with my mouth open. I hate these meetings even more than the obligatory semi-monthly meetings at work with my superiors, who I consider all to be self-praising blowhards.

As I gazed at the agenda sheet laid out in front of me and all the other board members, I noticed there was a new guest who was to attend the meeting. The guest was a lady and her name was Neena Khosla. The meeting started as soon as she attended. Wow she was a real stunner in her structure and looks, longish hair and what appeared to be a killer body. Suddenly all of my tiringness and boringness had vanished.

As she placed her papers on the podium she glanced around the room, filling the room with her warm smile and air of confidence. And then it happened; she locked eyes with me and I melted into butter. I heard nothing she said throughout her presentation. I couldn’t stop thinking about her hair, her face, her clothes, her clothes off, her small, but perky breasts, her… well, her everything. She completed her presentation, answered some silly ass questions and then thanked everyone for allowing her to come to the meeting. The President asked her if she would like to stay for the remainder of the meeting and join everyone for the wine and a small party held afterwards. She said sure and proceeded to take a seat directly across the room from me. She gave me a quick, slight smile as she sat down, crossing her legs ever so slowly. Wow, and what legs they were; muscular, yet feminine. She glanced over at me and our eyes locked. She smiled and I returned it. She tugged on her skirt attempting to pull it down over her crossed knees. A futile attempt at best. Probably done out of habit, or purposely to make me stare at her, I thought. And then it happened. I thought it was accidental at first, but when I looked up at her escort sefaköy eyes, she was smiling at me. She had slowly uncrossed her legs and slightly spread her knees apart. Squarely at me was her essence, she was wearing no underwear and when she saw me look up at her, she spread her legs just a little bit further apart, and now I knew for sure. It was on purpose and it was beautiful.

What, oh what will happen next, I thought.

Abruptly, the meeting ended. Well, it seemed abrupt to me as I was lost in time enjoying the view. I awkwardly pushed back my chair and stood. The room cleared fast as the old bitties shuffled off to the cocktail room. I found myself alone in the room with Ms. Neena.

“Uh, nice um, presentation Ms. Khosla,” I stammered. She laughed and it was music to my ears; warm, genuine and somehow very erotic and sensual.

“Neena. Call me Neena,” she smiled back at me.

“Neena. I’m Akash,” I introduced myself.

“Akash. Let’s get some wine and entertain these silver-haired comrades of yours.” With that, she strolled out of the room in front of me. And all I could think of was she was wearing no panties under that skirt. I admired the way her full round ass smoothly slid from side to side as she stepped out.

I did try to mingle with my board co-members. Tried. But my attention was constantly on Neena. Where was she? Who was she talking to? Where were those panties? I caught glimpses of her chatting with this old fart and that one, but every time I looked over, she was looking at me.

Suddenly, she is at my side. “Wanna go for a walk?” she whispered in my ear. “Do I ever!” I thought to myself. Out loud, I casually said, “Sure. Where to?”

We walked along the corridor of the floor which was mostly empty due to the time which was well past evening. We saw the store room and thought of exploring it. Neena felt along the back wall and found the light switch. The room was roomy and windowless. There was a boot bench along the back wall. Without a word, Neena grabbed me and pressed her body against mine, pushing me against the wall. escort bayan She pushed her soft lips in mine and kissed me. I was stunned and barely kissed back.

She ran her hands along my back, over my ass, around the front and up my chest. Still holding the kiss, she pushed her hands under my shirt and moaned when she felt my skin. Her hands have somehow left my chest and were massaging my crotch.

When I had just about ran out of air, she pulled back. The look on her face was one of an animal. The soft, professional, conservative look was replaced by one of hunger and passion. “What the hell,” I thought as I throwed caution into the wind and grabbed her. I pulled her in and ran my hands along her side, then up to her breasts. I boldly grabbed her tits. She threw her head back and moaned again. I put my hands on her shoulder and guided her to the bench in the back. Forcefully, I made her sit. Next, I got down on my knees and forced her legs apart. Icould see that wonderful view of her essence again. This time, I would not settle for a teasing look! I pushed her skirt up to expose her. She settled back, spread her legs wider and got comfortable.

I moved my face forward until my nose was right in her pussy. She smelled sweet. I could see the glistening wetness of her need. I inserted a finger, cautiously at first, but when she pushed against my hand, I knew what she wanted. I pushed the finger all the way in and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned. I used two fingers, then three. She was thrusting her hips into me, going for it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper. With a harsh scream, she came. I was still as her juices flowed all over my hand. When she was done, I pulled his hand out and licked my fingers. Before I could clean himself completely, she took my hand to her mouth and finished the job for me.

I had made her cum once, but I wanted one more. I put his face in there and licked, slowly. I started on one inside thigh and moved up toward her pussy; then past it and down the other thigh. Neena moaned again. “Man, this woman is an animal!” I thought. I know what she wanted. Enough teasing, escort atakent I go in there and eat her out. She squirms and wiggles, guiding my tongue where she needs it. Suddenly, she grabs my head and held it, pressing me into her more. She shot her cum all over my face.

I got to have her now. I was about to burst in my suit. She senses this and quickly undoes my pants. They fall to the ground as she ripped my briefs off. She saw my hard, full cock and her eyes light up. She puts her hands on my ass and pulls me towards her. First, she licked the cock in her face. I was not in the mood to play; I wanted my cock sucked on and she wants to do it. As I pushes into her, Neena takes it all in. She sucks and licks, playing with my balls as she enjoyed me. I wass getting close and what I really wanted to do is cum deep inside her. I pushed her head away and pulled her up. I spun her around, against the wall. She understands and braces herself. I lifted her skirt and lines up. My cock was so wet and hard, and she is so wet and ready, it enters with no problem. I entered her with a sudden thrust. She softly screams out. I pulled out and entered again, harder. She bucks back harder. My hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that I can have a clear view of myself entering her. Now they are in a rhythm. In and out, fucking hard and steady. I was very close but wanted to hold out longer. This was so hot and exciting, hot sex in a closet with a stranger; a hot, sexy stranger. Too late; I was going to cum. I fucked hard and deep for one last thrust. Neena can sense it and she starts to cum, too. I held it still inside her and we both cum with a groan.

After we calm down for a moment, we quickly dressed. One quick look at each other and we got ready to leave the closet. I opened the door cautiously. No one is around. I slipped out and motioned to Neena. We left the room, she headed for the Ladies room, I back to the party.

I joined back into a conversation with others. A few minutes later, I noticed Neena returning to the party and saw her chatting with our President. Jules looked over at me briefly and winked.

It was only then I realized we had gone through the entire experience exchanging no words; just lust noises. A while later, I realized she had left the party. A little disappointed, but still loving the allure of the whole event, I got ready to leave. As I drove home, I wondered how it all happened in such a short span of time.

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By way of introduction…

Annikki and I met a few years ago on an Internet forum named Speculum Pages. I had posted my first and only entry to a discussion and Annikki sent the only reply. Over the course of a few weeks and dozens of emails, we discovered we had a lot more in common than anal eroticism. Annikki is an American born and raised Israeli that went to a kibbutz summer after high school and stayed. I am a Southerner that answers proudly to the term “Redneck.” I realize that doesn’t sound like we could have anything in common, but we discovered so many connections that it was spooky. By the end of the first month, she invited me to come to Israel. By the end of the second month I accepted. The first meeting was amazing. I arrived in Tel Aviv on Shabbat evening and she could not come until Sunday morning. I left a note with an extra key at the hotel’s front desk, and was awakened by a naked goddess sliding under the covers beside me.

We both have adult children and grandchildren. So, no, Annikki and Seth are not our real names. When our love exploded on us we were both married. My wife, who supported and encouraged our relationship and became very close to Annikki, has since died. Annikki remains in a love filled 30+-year marriage. We spend a week together twice each year if at all possible. In between, we “talk” daily in Messenger, send e-cards for any reason at all, and exchange erotic writings.

Even though Annikki is an accomplished professional, has two degrees, and edits professional journal articles, when she writes erotica she adopts a stream of consciousness style devoid of punctuation, capitalization, and paragraphing. I edited her emailed note to conform to Literotica style constraints.

Annikki is only, but always, submissive in the bedroom. I am only, but always, in charge in the bedroom. Rigshee is Yiddish for laying a guilt trip on someone. The Kinneret is the Sea of Galilee. Safed is a magical mystical village in northern Israel. Pupik is Yiddish for the belly button. Cous is Hebrew and Arabic for the female genitalia. And, going “to Ireland” is not anti-Gaelic. It is our euphemism for using the toilet and comes from our second trip together. We spent a week in a small three-room cabin in an Orange grove near Nahariya. Whenever, genteel and somewhat shy, Annikki went into the bathroom; she would play a CD of Irish folk music to cover any embarrassing sounds.

Musings on The Kinneret

She wrote…

He had just opened one eye-and said in his growly morning voice, “Get back here into bed darling. I want to wake up with you beside me.”

More than willingly she curled up next to him, settled her tummy on his tush, and enjoyed snuggling in the chilly November morning. She had been up for a while and already had thoughts about how they would spend the day. So she whispered in his ear, “Are we going to see the Kinneret today? Or mosey around Safed and pick up some mystic karma in its ancient alleyways?”

“We might, and we might not.” he answered.

“Ok…” was hers. Not totally understanding the cryptic reply, she knew he was full of surprises. Some of them were whimsical, and others dark.

“You go over there to the closet and bring me my small black bag. Then get back here in bed.”

The timbre of his voice left no question about obeying or not, so she padded over to the closet in her t-shirt and bare feet and set the bag down on his side of the bed. When she saw what he took out-her face clouded over and all she could muster was, “You can’t be serious!”

“Sugar, when have I been anything BUT serious?”

He was holding a huge foil wrapped object and yes, a disposable adult diaper.

“Now,” he continued in his fully awake voice, “You have been keeping something from me and you know that is not allowed. I know you have not been “to Ireland” as you like to call it since we got here. And I know, and you know, this is not good for you so we are going to have to do something about that. Get over my knees and, no fussing.”

“Honey,” she started to say. But he put his finger to her lips and shook his head.

“Do I need to remind you who is the Boss here?”

“But,” he continued, “I will give you a choice. And this is how it goes. In either case you are going to have this suppository that I made for you up your back door. And, if it comes out before its time, its going right back in. So, don’t even think about objecting. After I am sufficiently convinced it is doing its job, you can either chose to have me put this diaper on you and stay here in bed with it on until it has done its job. Or, you can chose to stay here over my knee and take a spanking until you are ready to go to the ladies room.”

“THESE are choices?” she asked in a quaking voice.

His fingers were already busy unwrapping the sticky intruder. So his answer was just a nod and a raised eyebrow indicating she should make her choice.

A rush of air escaped escort çapa her lips, which again was only answered by a raised eyebrow.

“I am waiting…”

“But Honey!”

“NO BUTS!”

“Ok, ok. That diaper scares me, but so does the prospect of being spanked…is there a third option perhaps?”

Try as he could, he gave a small chuckle but the stern face quickly returned and he shook his head to indicate not.

She hesitated one moment more and then raised her long white t-shirt up over her quivering ass and said that she hoped he wouldn’t be TOO hard on her. A smile was his answer as the big gooey object was inserted and his hand came down hard on her waiting flesh.

She wasn’t sure how long the whole thing went on, but at some point she stopped biting her lip to ask “Can I please, please use the ladies room NOW.”

One more swat came down hard and then his long awaited “Yes”, could be heard in the silent room in the golden glow of the November morning.

“When you’re ready…come back here and we will see what the rest of the day holds in store for us. And, by the way, I love you.”

He wrote…

Annikki minced back into the bedroom. Sneaking a peek from her lowered face, she couldn’t stop her smile when she saw Seth sitting at the bed head. He was patting the space beside his hip in invitation to sit and snuggle. As she curled into him her breasts brushed his chest and side, sending a pleasant twinge from her nipples to her damp cous. She blushed a little at how turned on she had become during her treatment.

“I love you.” he said and cupped her chin to raise her lips to his. The kiss was long, tender and said everything else that needed to be said. When he broke the kiss, Seth hugged her to him and nuzzled her neck…hummingbird kisses from nape to lobe. Annikki sighed as another drop of moisture slid teasingly from her blossoming love lips. His hands stroked down her back and when he cupped her tush she stiffened into him.

“Ah. Ok, turn over here and let me see.”

With just a little apprehension, Annikki turned to lounge across his out-stretched legs. Her glowing tush was centered over his languid, but thickening, cock and he could feel the hollow of her pupik on one thigh and a little smear of moisture from her cous on the other. Gently he smoothed a hand across her pink hills, just stroking.

“You are beautiful in pink. Too bad it’s already starting to fade. I can’t even make out the handprints anymore. Should I do a little touch up, just to bring the glow back to high?”

“Yes… uh, no, no!” Annikki shivered and felt another droplet escape as she tried to take back her first, instinctive, primal answer.

Smack, smack. With just a flick of his wrist, Seth delivered two light, but sharp, spanks-one to each globe. Annikki’s hissed intake was barely more audible than the sigh that followed. And she began to moan as Seth peppered her behind with rapid fire little pops. Never raising his hand more than an inch or two, he covered both cheeks as the popping sound played counterpoint to her moans. Her lustful ass wriggled with a rhythm of its own rising to each pop and ebbing with her moans. With his hand cupped and little force, the blows had more voice than sting. But, the effect on her arousal was pronounced. Like a gentle breath blown on a once dark ember, the teasingly gentle spanks brought the glow of her cheeks back to bright and the heat in her cous to high. Pop pop pop pop pop……

Annikki began to intersperse “yes” with her moans and her wriggles became squirms. Seth reached his left arm across the narrow of her back to secure her in place. Even though he knew the answer, he sent his hand questioning under her writhing tummy, to the confluence of her thighs. Yes, the stream was there, wetting his intruding fingers. One strum on her emerging clit and Annikki’s thighs parted, closed and parted again. As her ass rose to meet his hand and her legs parted to welcome his fingers, her cheeks opened to display the valley between. Seth was drawn to the pink ring of her rear opening. Its tight dark center grew slightly larger each time his fingers stroked her clit. Like the iris of the eye; from a pinpoint in bright sun to an open seeker at midnight.

As the seductive aroma of Annikki’s arousal wafted from between her thighs, past the crinkled focus of his attention, and invaded his nostrils, Seth realized he was now stone hard. That was a conflict. It had been a while since Annikki’s early morning stirrings had awakened him and he had not yet peed. Distracted by his attentions to his love, he had ignored his bladder’s early grumbling. Now, however, the jealous bladder was becoming insistent.

He stopped the popping spanks and stroked her ass cheeks lightly for a moment, then withdrew his wet fingers. This brought a groan of surprised disappointment. Bending to kiss her warmed tush Seth whispered “Not to escort bayan istanbul worry Sugar. We’re not finished. But, someone started this lovely game before I peed. And now there is no putting it off.”

Seth pulled her back up beside him and hugged her for just a bit. When her fingers drifted to grasp his rampant cock, he cautioned her. “Uh, uh. Not now. That has to go down some so I can pee!

Come here. I’ll give you a little diversion while I let it subside.”

He led her around to the foot of the bed and directed Annikki to kneel just on the folded covers. He had to stop and admire her beauty. Kneeling upright, her back straight, she was almost classical. Her marvelous breasts perch just above her rounded tummy and her generous buttocks pose as the counterbalance behind. Yes, she was a bit better cushioned than was in favor now. But he drew his ideal from a time when desired women were femininely soft, robust, and lustful.

His softening cock and consequently insistent bladder snatched him from the reverie and he quietly reached into his case for a blindfold and the crop. Laying the crop out of sight, he secured the blindfold over Annikki’s eyes and then crossed her hands in front, just above her glistening cunt.

“No, those fingers may not go any lower.”

“Do you remember the naughty little rigshee you did on me? Back in July? About my not writing? Even to the point of writing a very erotic little scenario, to trigger me.”

“That wasn’t a rigshee! It was one of my fantasy scenes. I only wanted…”

“Shush. I’ll allow that it was both and you only have to pay for one.”

With three whistling cuts through the air with the crop Seth announced, “I’ll be back.”

Annikki knelt in silent darkness. The blindfold was very complete. She could feel, hear, smell and taste. But, not see. She could feel the soft thick covers folded under her knees, and she could feel her still racing heartbeat with her hand resting on her lower tummy. And, now that she was upright instead of laying horizontal, she could feel her juices of arousal slowly trickling down her inner thighs. She was oddly thrilled and embarrassed at the same time. She also smelled her arousal. The aroma was erotic as it mixed with the scent of her sweat. Sex sweat was much different than heat sweat or gym sweat she decided. It added to and complimented the scent emanating from her cous. And because she could smell it; she could also taste it. The combination; cous juice and sex sweat, and smell and taste, was an aphrodisiac. Her engine was still running at a high rate and the smell / taste duo kept tapping the fuel pedal. She could hear Seth emptying his bladder in the bathroom. It seemed to go on forever. Then she heard the water running as he washed. The water ran for a while. He must have chosen to brush his teeth, too. And…she could hear those three whistling cuts of the crop. That sound had found the dark corners in her head, and echoed repeatedly.

Barefooted and using his silent “stealth-mode” steps, Seth slipped behind Annikki to the other side of the bed undetected.

“Now young lady, I’m ready to deal with you.”

“Ooooof!!!” Annikki nearly yelped in surprise.

“I can be sneaky, too when it serves my purpose.” he said through a grin.

“It seems we have a disagreement about the note you sent me back in July. Sooooo, I’ll let you decide which is the final answer. I told you, you would only be punished for one and I’ll let you choose. Each one has an appropriate punishment.”

Seth held the crop in his hand again, poised to slam down on the bed with a whistle and a loud whomp.

“Was it rigshee?” Whomp

“Or was it an erotic scenario” WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

“Give me your answer now.”

Annikki was trembling. The crop frightened and intrigued her at the same time. And she really didn’t know which was making her tremble; the strange desire to feel the crop on her already sensitive ass, or the fear of three strikes with the crop, if she insisted the note was not a guilt trigger. That was the truth. Almost one hundred percent. At least ninety-five percent, anyway.

When she thought about the crop striping her bottom cheeks, there was an electric charge that ran through her; from the imagined point of impact straight to her clit. When she thought about three stripes; she felt the same charge…three times. And a little flip in her tummy from fear adrenaline.

Seth was enthralled watching Annikki wrestle with this question. He watched her breasts bob and wobble as her breath grew rapid, and there as a slight quiver that ran across her tummy. And he breathed in deep, reveling in her aroma. Her inner thighs were slick almost to the knee and the scent filled the room.

He knew the note was an erotic scenario that she enjoyed and found exciting. If it pushed a button on his conscience for not having written anything in too long; so much the escort etiler better. The question was; for one stroke instead of three, would she falsely admit to the rigshee?

“Annikki, I need your answer.”

“Oh, Seth…this is too hard. It’s actually both! Almost all me sharing one of my scenarios with you, but a little bit rigshee because you hadn’t written anything in so long… Can I have two or four?”

“Two or Four? Ah…an average or the sum. I see.”

Seth was a bit stunned. He would not have been surprised if Annikki had stuck to the truth and accepted three strokes on principle. Nor would it have been a character flaw to admit to rigshee and take the lighter punishment. But, to ask for more than the minimum and perhaps more than the previous maximum, was…revealing. She was seduced by the thought of the crop striping her gorgeous ass…and knew one stroke would not satisfy.

“Very well then, two or four it is. And you get points for honesty…even when being naughty or sneaky or both. Now let me get you ready.”

“Seth…which is it? Two or four?” she asked, her voice touched with a little fear and a little desire.

“I’ll let you know… by the time I get to three.”

“Oh!……”

Seth pulled three pillows from the bed and piled them in front of Annikki.

“Lean forward Sugar. I’ve put some pillows down that I want you laid over. We need your bottom nice and high. No, you can’t remove the blindfold. Just reach out, and when you feel the bed… just stretch out…move your hands to the edges and your ankles to the corners.”

Annikki did as she was told. The result was exactly as he had envisioned. Her bottom was the pinnacle and her legs sloped off to the bottom corners, spread widely. Her back sloped down to the bed with her face turned to him at about the mid point in the length of the bed.

Seth retrieved the crop and stood close to the side of the bed, level with her upturned bottom.

“I think you’re ready now. Are you? “

“Y y yes, Sir. I I I’m ready.”

“Good. You know, I think you had a great idea…about four, that is. I could do two right across here…” Seth tapped the crop on the roundest, highest point on Annikki’s tush. “And, I could do the other two from the end of the bed…right in the middle, here.” Seth teased the crop end into the valley between her bottom cheeks, tickling at the crinkled center.

“No, no. Please, Sir. That’s too much.” Even as she said this, she could feel another surge of moisture escaping to dampen the pillow under her.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Then I make the correction decisions, right?”

“Yes, sa Sir…please, Sir.”

“I think all four in one direction, is what I’ll do.”

Tapping the crop on the bed as he went, Seth stepped around to the foot of the bed, between her splayed legs. Now he leaned forward, parted her cheeks with thumb and forefinger, and lashed her pink ring four times… with his tongue.

The effect on Annikki was electric. Her head shot up and she reflexively stiffened as she squeezed down onto the pillows. Then she relaxed, completely…her back arched deeper and she coiled back on to her haunches, spreading her bottom cheeks in an undisguised desire for more.

He could not resist probing the center between tongue strokes, or encircling the crinkled star with his lips. And, when he reached under for her engorged cous, his hand was drenched. He found it easy to slide two fingers into her streaming cavern. As his thumb stroked and pressed her erect clit, as his fingers curled insider her. There, on the roof of her other mouth, he found the ribbed little knot of tissue he was seeking. Seth curled and released his fingers, rhythmically, in the “come” hand signal. And that’s what Annikki did.

Annikki was panting. All the tension broke at once. She softly moaned between pants. Her thighs were trembling and there was a small puddle in the indentations her knees made in the bed. Annikki’s tight pink ring opened and closed on Seth’s tongue…like a hungry babe’s mouth on a nourishing nipple. She was thrusting her bottom back onto Seth’s tongue and her cunt tried to swallow his hand.

“Ahhhhh, oh, yes, yes Seth…yes, mmmmmm, yessssssh.”

Seth rose from Annikki’s bottom and moved to the bedside. He took her hand and placed the crop in it. Leaning into her ear he whispered, “This is yours now. When you want it, bring it to me and just say a number. One or Two or Three or Four.” And he kissed her deeply.

“Now I have a love chore for you”

Annikki’s pulse was just beginning to recede as she felt his weight shift the bed. He was in front of her…close…she could smell the masculine musk rising from his crotch. Then she felt the bed sink right in front of her blindfolded eyes and his legs come to rest over each of her outstretched arms.

“Just so you don’t try to remove the blindfold. And…this is a no-hands chore.”

She felt a soft, fleshy, touch on her nose that trailed down to her mouth. When his semi-erect cock reached Annikki’s lips, her tongue darted out to taste a viscous drop of his pre-cum. She rolled the taste around in her mind for a moment. Not sweet. Not salty. Definitely male. She sucked lightly, hoping for more, and he entered her mouth.

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