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It was only midmorning but already Anais was covered in perspiration. She stood on the back patio of her house under the balcony running the length of the building, her nude body positioned beneath the ceiling fan as she curled hundred pounds weights. The cool air flowing over her damp light caramel colored skin like a lover’s touch was intoxicating turning her on even as she pushed her body to exhaustion.

Her body bordered on a work of art, and she was proud of it, working out every morning before going to her job as an interior designer and watching what she ate without being obsessive about it. Tall for a woman Anais stood at five feet eight in her bare feet as she did now. Thrusting her chest out Anais completed the last few curls of her set punctuated with several groans. Half dropping half lowering the weights Anais began pacing before the sliding glass doors leading into her study. Casually her eyes followed the strong, athletic reflection noticing for the first time how gracefully she moved.

“Like a wolf…” she mumbled under her breath.

Her fingertips softly caressed the toned muscles of her abdomen and heft her breasts in her palms.

*Or better yet; a warrior of ancient times…* She thought as a smile crept across her face.

She imaged herself as a nomad riding a horse, protecting the young and elders with the might of her sword and the accuracy of her aim with a bow. She imaged too the sensation of being nude in the outdoors at will and no one caring. Anais discovered a long time ago she loved being watched as well as watching. She thought too of what it must have been like to bath in a lake or stream and as you rise from the water like a love goddess newly born feeling eyes upon you as you cause loins to stir.

Her fingers found their way to her own groin without any conscious thought. Absentmindedly they started to tease and caress her womanhood. Without knowing, her eyes had closed, and she was once again in that time.

She had built this fantasy slowly over the years, each detail carefully chosen, rejected and replaced by another only in the end to go with the first one. It returned now as it always did; all at once filled with sounds and smells from her past. The smile on her face was broader now, more genuine touching more than her lips.

A knock at the front door snapped her back to reality. The frustration was evident on her face as she stalked towards the source of the interruption and slung the elaborately carved wooden door open. Quickly the frustration was replaced with elation when Anais saw the pretty thing on the other side of the threshold with a brown backpack slung casually over one shoulder, a white and blue police squad car newly parked in the driveway behind her.

*It was the woman from the gym Anais went to twice a week to run on the treadmill or swim a few laps. What was her name again? Something like…*

“Nice to see you this morning Risa, thanks for coming.” Anais said leaning on the door’s frame her arms folded across her chest. The smile was still on her face now for a different reason.

Risa was a dark-skinned chocolate colored woman with the sing-song accent of the Caribbean and who wore her hair shorn close to her scalp. A pleasing smile crawled over her face as she looked at her host.

“Is this how you come to the door showing your assets for all to see?” She said as she slowly closed the distance to the other woman.

“Not than I am complaining understand but you just out of the shower?” Risa asked brushing her sports bra and leggings covered body against Anais’ as she passed without being invited in.

“No I was finishing a workout…make yourself at home.” The house owner said devouring Risa with her eyes as the dark woman entered the house, adding the last bit almost as an aside.

Risa smiled nervously for an instant before it was gone as she looked over her shoulder at the living sculpture made flesh. Her nipples were hardening; straining to escape their confinement and demanding that the rest of her body follow which her loins had no problem agreeing to. Risa admired her friend’s freedom and seemingly lack of shame, but she couldn’t do that, her upbringing would not allow her. Her mother would turn over in her grave if she dared do such a thing then get up out of the ground and ring her ears for her.

The sway of her hips was mesmerizing to Anais causing her to stare momentarily before her guest turned to face her.

“Aren’t you going to close the door?” Risa said while she looked at everything but whom she was talking to.

“Come…a workout will do you good. Help burn off that nervous energy you have bottled up inside.”

Taking Risa by the hand Anais led the way to the back patio where she had been working out.

“Is that what I think it is?” She said before they had taken three steps while pointing with her free hand.

“What do you think it is?” Anais replied with a smirk on her face halting her stride to linger at the entrance konya escort to the television and entertainment room for a moment.

“One of those Sybian machines…” She said without preamble as she saw the four carved glass dildoes standing on end and arranged in order of length on the low table in front of the flat screen television. Slipping free Risa marched into the room, spun on a sneakered foot and stood facing the nude woman with her arms akimbo.

“What is that?” She said, referring not to the intimate items of pleasure but to a photograph hanging on the wall above them.

“Looks like a breast to me; what does it look like to you?” Anais muttered in a low voice, stepping a few paces into the room and mirroring Risa’s stance.

“Whose is it?” She asked again turning now to look at the black and white poster sized image.

“Mine. It took forever to get that shot…fuck Eddie might still be working on it if I hadn’t threatened to leave his house and drive home.”

Anais had sauntered over beside the fully clothed woman to look at the picture again, her breasts jiggling the slightest bit with each step.

“Who is Eddie…a boyfriend?” She asked looking at the lighter skinned woman with disgust evident on her face.

“Wouldn’t call him a boyfriend, just a guy I used to fuck.” Anais replied shrugging her shoulders as she did so.

“So I am assuming you are bi?”

“I prefer to think of myself as pansexual.”

Starting towards the open archway Anais called to Risa as she went.

“Come on we can talk as you work out.”

It was the nude woman’s turn to look over her shoulder at the other person as she added a few more words with a grin.

“Unless you’ll rather stay here and play with all the toys.” She did not change her stride as she spoke already reading that Risa was a very conservative person.

“No I am coming with you, but I have to ask…what is a pansexual?”

Risa followed the tight muscular ass through the house as she listened to Anais’ response.

“I am turned on by all sexes.”

“That’s what I said, a bisexual.”

Turning and walking backwards for a few paces Anais immediately asked a question of her own.

“What are you? A Christian.”

Risa halted in her stride as if she hit a wall.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Anais continued her backward walk for a few more short steps before she too came to a halt.

“I didn’t mean it like that…it’s just that in my experience those of religious persuasions tend to be limiting in their views.”

“What do you mean by limiting?” Risa persistent not willing to let it drop just yet.

Anais took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before she began to speak again.

“In this particular case you see the world as divided into simply females and males while I am willing to at least agree with if not completely believe in the idea that transgendered people should be thought of as different sexes…thus four not two.”

“What?” Risa nearly shouted in disbelief. “Four sexes…there are only two types of genitals, pussy and cocks…two sexes.”

Anais gestured for her guest to continue with her to the back patio.

“Are you willing to agree that the brain can have a sex? If you are not, then there is no point continuing this topic.”

“Yes, I will allow that…but I am not a doctor.” She stated as she passed through the open sliding glass doors and saw Anais’s workout area for the first time.

“Neither am I but look at it like this…at the moment of conception the sex is determined right?” The lighter black female said moving further away from the doors and waited until she got a nod before she continued her argument

“And between then and when the baby is born a whole bunch of stuff must happen in the right order and the right number of hormones and the right type. All kinds of crazy things can and do happen. Who is to say it isn’t possible?”

“So does that mean you agree with gay marriage?” Risa asked as she lowered her backpack and slid into the chair of the Bowflex machine beginning to do some leg extensions.

“Doesn’t matter what I think…it is against the law to discriminate on the basics on sexual orientation. It is wrong if I do it and it is wrong if the government does it…maybe more so.”

The pair fell into a momentary silence as a clothed Risa lifted the bar over her head while a nude Anais stood directly before her.

“Risa, you are making me hot working out in those clothes and I do not mean the good kind. Why don’t you take them off get comfortable?”

The short haired woman did not respond verbally but continued with her exercise as a hint she could not remove any of her clothing.

“Okay…just the top. It is only us girls here…no harm in that.”

Risa lowered her legs allowing the pivot bar to return to its original position while she held Anais’ gaze with her own.

“You are not going to leave it alone, are you? Not until you see my konya escort bayan tatas. If my mum could see me now…God rest her soul.” She said muttering the last bit under her breath as she crossed herself.

“All right…you win.” She pulled the tight black sports bra over her head even as she was speaking.

Dropping the item onto her backpack after a quick fold Risa ran her hands over her newly freed breasts.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” Anais asked taking another good look at the other woman like the one she gave her at the gym the day before.

Risa could only nod not trusting her voice as a tear rolled down her cheek. Physically she felt fine great even but mental was another question.

“I am sorry for your lost…how long ago?” Anais asked simply, her voice breaking slightly as she struggled with her own memories.

“Almost twenty years but it still feels like yesterday.”

Anais said nothing. She couldn’t not because she did not want to share but because to do so would make it real. How could she put into words the fact that the woman who loved her and named her daughter after her favorite author now looked at her and saw a stranger? It was a fate worse than death. Anais blinked her watery eyes willing away the tears as she thought of happier more pleasurable thoughts.

Her eyes lingered upon Risa’s natural breasts. She committed to memory the beginning of the gentle slope, the rounded fullness, the dark areolas encompassing a much larger area than her own, and the nipples hardening as big as her little finger even as she watched. She noted their slight outward turn and that the left hung a little lower.

The midsection mushroomed over the white leggings ever so slightly as the now topless woman lifted her legs at the knees. A camel-toe lay beneath the material at the apex of the woman’s thighs that made Anais drool to think about and ache to see.

She yearned to spread those thighs wide and gaze upon it, to put her nose into it and inhale the aroma of Risa’s natural perfume. Only then would she extend her tongue and lick the swollen labia.

Anais did not know when she started to breathe hard, nor did she realize she had started to massage her own inflamed clitoris. It was only Risa’s words that brought her back to the present.

“You are a freak for real.” Risa decided enchanted by the movement of the fingers before her.

“Indeed…” She answered as a sly smile enveloped her face.

“What else are you? Just so I know what to watch out for.” The seating woman said as she paused for a bit between sets with an equally sly smile on hers.

“…besides a freak,” pausing briefly to consider, “a nudist, a pansexual, a lesbian, an amazon, and most importantly a slut.”

“Okay now I am confused.” Risa said beginning another set. “How can you be both a pansexual and a lesbian at the same time? Isn’t the one part of being the other?”

“It would be if I was using the modern definition but in Greece there is an island called Lesbos…”

“Everybody knows that…the poet Sappho lived there.”

“Right and it can be argued that it is mainly because of her that we come by our current definition. It is an island with a community of men and women; I think that the true meaning of lesbian might be more along the lines of hedonist or at worst libertine.”

“Makes sense what about amazon?” Risa asked swinging her leg over the pivot rod to get to her feet.

Turning away from the nude woman whose fingers were lazily rubbing herself, Risa stepped the few feet to her backpack. She bent at the waist keeping her legs straight to remove a water bottle and a towel sneaking a peek at her new friend as she did so.

During her exercise Risa had a chance to relax and enjoy the moment. It happened like a flash of lightning, an epiphany of sorts. Out of nowhere she had the idea that culture or one’s upbringing can sometimes be a prison serving to hold her back keep her from growing as a person but at other times it can be the spotlight that enables her to shine. Silently she thanked wherever it came from but hoped it was from her mother.

Anais watched as Risa bent over in front of her enticingly; her face framed nicely by the white material of her leggings. The only thought Anais had been wishing she had a strap-on ready. Slowly Risa straightens, spinning on her heel to face the still masturbating woman.

“If you keep doing that I will never finish working out. And I still want to know about you calling yourself an amazon.”

“Sex can be its own work out, but I understand. You can add exhibitionist and voyeur to the list.” She said curling her hips upwards to completely show her nether regions to Risa’s view.

“How can you stand there so totally carefree naked as the day you were born? I would be a bundle of nerves.”

“Probably because I hate clothes; always have. I would live a clothes free life if I could.” Anais teased her clit out of its hood with the pads of escort konya her fingertips aware of Risa’s closeness then began rubbing it more forcefully.

Returning to her natural stance Anais started telling her guest about the amazons.

“It’s the same with amazons. It is thought they were once a nomadic tribe wandering the steppes of what is now Turkey and, in an age, when the Greeks had a strict division of female/male labor titles this tribe had a gender equality unmatched for their time…and perhaps you can argue we have not caught up with them yet.”

“I never knew that. Where did you learn that?” Risa asked her eyes darting repeatedly down to Anais’ fingers and back up to her eyes.

“I am currently reading a book that separates fact from fiction about Amazons. If history has told us anything it has told us that the ancient Greeks were storytellers as evident by the vast number of myths and legends, they have left behind.”

Anais ran her left hand over her hairless pubic area to pinch the clitoral hood allowing greater exposure of her enormous clit. Closing her eyes she allowed her pleasure to build to the edge without going over; a smile reminiscent of the Mona Lisa appearing on her face.

“So where was I? Oh yeah…it seems the nomadic tribe was called in their language something that sounded like Amazon to the Greeks and through mistranslations and storytelling became what we have today.”

Catching Risa’s eyes lower briefly Anais dropped her own towards the leggings covered loins of the other woman.

“You know you are not being fair.” Anais pointed out pouting after she said it.

“Oh…in what way?” The island bred woman asked genuinely surprised.

“I have shown you mine, but you haven’t shown me yours.”

“What are we, schoolkids? I never agreed to that. You showed me yours since before I got in the house.” She argued knowing that in the end she would.

“Come on Risa; you knew what was going to happen here before you left home this morning.”

“And what is going to happen?” Risa asked but was already sliding her thumbs in the waistband of her white form fitting item.

“If I were a man, I’d say you were going to be fucked but the phase I will use, is I am going to ravish you…wait let me do the honors.”

Anais sauntered across the short gap between them; she rested her open palms gently on Risa’s dark-skinned abdomen. She felt the knotted muscles just beneath the epidermis as she seductively leaned into kiss her along the length of her neck and nibble on her earlobes. Anais entwined her thumbs with Risa’s in the waistband while she planted kisses where she pleased.

Briefly they stood there looking into each other’s brown eyes their fingers tangled within Risa’s few remaining clothes. They were both amazed to learn they were the same height, touching nipple to nipple.

Anais leaned in, touching Risa’s lips with her own. It was a gentle kiss; the kind that lingered and seemed to last forever. The moment it was broken they both wanted to kiss again.

Anais however kissed the other side of Risa’s neck over the shoulder along the gently sloping contours of her breast to her left nipple. The muscled woman rolled the harden bit of flesh with her tongue. She lowered her body into a squat, pulling the now warm white material down to the woman’s calves and shoed feet. Her knees jutted pass Risa’s legs as she shamelessly spread her thighs to better balance herself.

Sitting her sculpted rear-end on her heels Anais pulled the whole bundle of panties, leggings, socks and shoe from first one foot then the other. Finished undressing her friend Anais gazed at the once covered region she sought to see, smell, and taste. There was a narrow strip of hair leading the eyes to that special of places. The labium unlike hers was folded inward, reminding Anais of a package at Christmas waiting to be unwrapped.

Slowly she used her legs to push her body upward to its full height never more than a few inches from Risa’s. Lingering momentarily at the apex of her thighs before her Anais inhaled deeply, catching the slightest whiff of coconut. This she confirmed by a snake-like flick of her tongue towards the single object of her desire.

“How does it feel?” She asked savoring the taste on her tongue when she was once again gazing into her eyes.

“Exciting but uneventful at same time.” Risa replied. “Maybe I was expecting…not sure what I was expecting but more than this.”

Looking down between them, Risa noted her larger breasts and nipples hardening under the unaccustomed exposure. Instinctively she reached up to caress first her own then the lighter more tanned ones.

“You have such nice beasts; work done?” She asked suddenly dropping her hands from Anais’s skin.

Backing away Risa spun on her heel approaching the machine once again. She had only done two sets of leg extensions and began a debate with herself about whether to do a third. Taking a careful look at the machine she wondered if she could do that incredibly erotic exercise that worked her inner and outer thighs. Nothing on the main machine could do it but attached to the side was another piece of equipment that could do the job.

“Yeah…an old boyfriend when we were breaking up bought them for me as a goodbye gift.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Susan, who was that?” asked Michelle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re Mari” I answered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is he this evening?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Gee, I wonder who that could be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jackie woke up from a highly erotic dream feeling disoriented and kind of uncomfortable. It took her a few seconds of looking around the room to remember that she had spent the night at Lexi’s, against her better judgement; after a long day of school and practice, followed by a long, sweaty roll in the hay, she hadn’t had the energy to go home. The discomfort came from her arms, which had been lifted over her head and tied to the bedposts, one with a scarf and one with the belt of a robe.

Just at that moment Lexi appeared in the doorway, backlit by golden morning light. She looked absolutely breathtaking — naked, her contours wrapped in sunbeams, her blonde hair like a halo of glowing threads. She gave Jackie a dazzling smile as she entered the room.

“Good morning,” purred Lexi.

“Hey,” murmured Jackie, feeling vulnerable and foolish. She pulled at her bound hands, to no avail. “Listen, I really need to get going. I have to get home and change and get to school.”

Lexi glanced over at the bedside clock. “You have a little time. I’ll make this quick.”

Jackie gulped. This was a new, more assertive version of little Lexi. Apparently her successful seduction of the cheerleading coach had built rize escort up her confidence. It was surprising, but not unsexy, and Jackie began to get excited despite herself.

In truth, Lexi was just as surprised as Jackie was. She was normally a shy and submissive personality, but on this particular morning, the sight of the teacher slumbering peacefully in her bed had stirred something inside her. She found herself following the dictates of an inner voice that seemed to be coming from some new and different place.

Walking over with a certain swagger in her step, Lexi climbed onto the bed and straddled Jackie, moving slowly up until her pussy was poised above the teacher’s head. It was glistening slightly, one drop of juice hanging from a golden curl framed in sunlight. There was no point in resisting; Jackie lifted her head slightly and ran her tongue along Lexi’s slit.

She had only gotten a brief taste, though, before Lexi scooted down and laid herself down on top of Jackie, their feet touching and their breasts mashed together. They shared a long, probing, wet kiss, Lexi lapping the traces of her nectar off the older woman’s face. Then Lexi kissed slowly down Jackie’s sakarya escort body, lingering for just a minute at her nipples and navel before arriving between her legs. Spreading Jackie’s legs wide and laying herself flat on the bed, Lexi parted the dark lips with a thumb and an index finger, opening the way to the inviting pinkness inside.

The pussy licking that followed was among the best of Jackie’s life. It was tender and loving, and at the same time aggressive and passionate. Lexi took her time getting to Jackie’s clit, and when she did, Jackie almost immediately had an orgasm that made her eyes roll back in her head. At that point Lexi went back to licking around Jackie’s inner thighs and across the outside of her pussy, then returned to her clit and made her come again. She repeated this process twice more before finally sitting up and wiping the cunt juice off her face with the back of her hand.

When Lexi finally untied Jackie it was later than she would have preferred, but you certainly weren’t going to hear her complaining.

* * *

The level of sexual activity declined significantly in the next couple of days as the cheerleaders prepared for samsun escort the big game, as well as a big chemistry test most of them had that week, while the housewives spent a lot of time shopping to get ready for Thanksgiving.

Jessica, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying her new plaything. On Tuesday she decided to take Jane into the city on a visit to her favorite club. Marie was left behind to prepare for Thanksgiving, much to her chagrin. At times she felt rather jealous of the new addition to the household, and she almost threw a tantrum over being left out of this excursion; but she knew better than to question her mistress’s desires.

For the trip Jessica dressed Jane in relatively normal, if rather slutty, clothes — a tight, short skirt, heels, and a leather bustier — and a platinum blonde wig. Around her neck went a plain leather choker that did nothing to hide her “Slave” tattoo. In this outfit Jane looked very much like a high-priced whore, and Jessica accented the effect with a jacket of Marie’s, a frilly black number with feathers. Seeing the widow in her clothes Marie wanted to scream, but she controlled herself and kept her obedient smile frozen in place.

It was just getting toward sunset when Jessica’s SUV pulled up outside an unremarkable-looking storefront on the outskirts of downtown. Holding Jane, who was a little unsteady on her heels, by one elbow, Jessica escorted her to the door. The only marking anywhere on the place was the baroque inscription “#9.”

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Sometimes I just like to write a story about sex. This isn’t one of my emotional rollercoaster stories. It’s about a young man trying to find what he wants in life. A big ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for making this a much better read.

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My name is Royule James White; most people call me Roy. I’m considered mixed race. My mother is Hawaiian and my dad is a black American. So, I guess that makes me a black Hawaiian American. Dad never called himself an African American.

He would always say, ” My great-grandparents were born in America , my grandparents were born in America, my parents were born in America and I was born in America, so that makes me an American. And if I have a dark complexion they can call me a black proud American if they like. And if that causes anybody a problem, it’s their problem.”

Dad was born in Detroit, Michigan and joined the Army fresh out of high school. He is a lifer and will be retiring soon with thirty years of service. After his first year, he was transferred to Hawaii where he met my mother. Due to her pregnancy with me they were married after about three months.

Shortly after my birth, my dad was transferred all over the United States. Mom and us kids always went with him. I have a younger brother and two younger sisters. So I guess we were Army brats. We would stay on a base whenever dad went overseas. All in all I think we turned out pretty good.

About once a year dad would take us all back to Hawaii to visit mom’s family. We loved it there. I was the only one born there but it felt like home to all of us. When I was about thirteen Dad had an opportunity to get stationed in Hawaii as a drill instructor and later he became a recruiter. Other than being sent overseas a couple of times, he spent the rest of his career in Hawaii.

We finally had a permanent home and Mom’s family was happy we were all there. Dad had to leave for deployments a couple of times, so we stayed in Hawaii with Mom. We were always happy when Dad arrived home safe.

During my high school years I played sports and did a lot of exercise and weight training. I didn’t want a body builder type body but more of a lean muscled six-pack sort of body. I worked hard to get it and keep it. Needless to say, I have a dark complexion but my hair is short and actually rather curly.

Most people weren’t sure about my nationality or race. I would tell them I was born in Hawaii and since Hawaii is a State and both of my parents were born in the States, I was American. My close friends knew about me but it was fun when people tried to guess my nationality.

During my last couple of years of school a number of movies and TV shows were filmed in Hawaii. I was always picked as an extra. My looks and build were great for beach scenes, I was told. I never did any speaking parts.

My whole family would be in group or crowd scenes. We got paid for every day we were needed on set. A number of people had told me I should become a model. After graduation I was an extra in a TV show. One of the women who did makeup for the extras invited me to her trailer. She must have been in her forties.

She kept telling me how lonely she was and how long it’d been since she was home. As she was rubbing my six-pack, she pulled down my shorts and it wasn’t long before I was getting a hell of a blowjob.

This wasn’t anywhere near my first time having any kind of sex but it was my first time with a married older woman. It felt different. Before long I was sitting on her couch and she was riding me. Damn! It was just something about fucking another mans wife.

I must have had sex with her a half dozen times before I was no longer needed on the set. I must admit I liked having sex with older women much more than with girls my age. I didn’t have to worry about crushes or the women getting serious.

Martha, the makeup lady, was one of those who told me I should be a model. I really didn’t have any plans for my future yet. I liked working out but didn’t know how to turn it into making a future.

Martha introduced me to Norman Watts. She said he was an agent for a lot of stars and models. He looked a little snobbish to me but he said if I was interested he would take me under his wing.

I found out that it meant he would find me modeling jobs and TV spots. In turns out he would get twenty-five percent of my wages. I asked some of the movie stars and was told that was a high percentage to give to an agent but when I told them it was Norman Watts, they all said he was the best.

I had a talk with Norman with my parents present. He explained to me that I was an unknown and it would take a lot of work to make people aware of me. There were thousands of unemployed actors and models. He thought I had something special; it being my heritage. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

We set up a contract for five years. Any work I did in a movie, TV or modeling business, Norman would get his cut. I think he was gay; he always had young şişli escort bayan men at his side, but he never bothered me. He did introduce me to the right people and work was more than plentiful.

I had to leave Hawaii for months at a time and go to Hollywood. I really hated that part. I do have to say I met a heck of a lot of interesting people. Norman had the contacts.

I saw many movie stars and was an extra in some movies. The main projects Norman set me up with were as a model for advertising products. Most were in magazines and papers. I couldn’t believe I was making such good money. I was sending most of it home and Mom was saving it for me.

She was an accountant and made sure my money was safe. I didn’t need much to live on. I rented a trailer and drove a low-end leased vehicle. It seems funny when I look back and see I was pretty much a kept man. By that I mean that every product I promoted I had to use.

My clothes were pretty much paid for as well as all the cologne’s and other items I advertised. My meals were usually provided by the sets I was working on and there were small parties most every night.

Norman told me ahead of time that I was to give the quiet image. Don’t be seen dating any stars or being in the limelight. As he mentioned I wasn’t a speaker or really an actor. My main attribute was my looks. A very lean but yet muscular body. The cleaner my image the more he could sell me.

Don’t get me wrong here. Norman was a brain when it came to advertising. He didn’t say I couldn’t date, have sex with the ladies or all in all, just have fun. He just told me to be very discreet.

Being a model was really hard work. I know it might be hard to believe but I usually worked on photo shoots up to twelve hours a day. I made sure I hit the gym at least three day a week so I could keep my body in good shape.

A little about my sex life. I did as Norman mentioned and kept a low profile. I guess you could say I was the pretty boy in the background but it paid extremely well. I had sex at least four times a week. If people knew how many movie stars I had sex with, and especially who they were, it would hit the tabloids.

I did have sex with a lot of the younger women, but it was usually after parties and a little drinking. I didn’t drink myself but my partners sure did. The sex was always good but I didn’t want to get attached to any one woman.

Some of the movie stars would ask me to their trailers at night. These were the older married ones who everyone thought were happily married. They might have been happy in their marriages, but I guess they wanted their studs on the side.

It was just something special to fuck and suck a movie star, especially a married older lady. I don’t know if they wanted me because of my dark complexion, my six-pack abs or because I was the quiet guy.

I never talked much about myself except to say I was Hawaiian. I did like Norman said and answered as few questions as possible. He was my agent and he answered the questions.

I learned quickly what the women wanted. It was a stiff hard cock and to rub my body. I learned to eat pussy, fuck like a stallion and not to take any shit from any stars. I always met the married movie stars in clandestine circumstances. We’d fuck and suck and I would disappear, which was fine with me, and mostly with them too.

These married woman just wanted someone young and new and I gave them that. They had no intention of messing up their marriages and weren’t interested in affairs, just the one night stands. I always got a kick out of reading in the tabloids what great marriages my sex partners had.

Hollywood is just a different animal. It’s really a fantasy world. The people don’t seem real. You never knew if someone was being truthful or acting.

A couple of reasons I had sex with the married stars was because Norman had told me that they always had a lot more to lose than I did. That’s why the sex was safer. Also, there was no love involved, I could just get my rocks off and that was good enough for me.

I worked out at least three days a week and usually had a massage afterwards. It always felt great. I put in the long hours and followed Norman’s instructions. I got to go home and visit about every two months.

I really didn’t like my job after a while.

It was just too much of a fantasy and nothing around me seemed real. Everyone was always trying to outdo each other. It was even worse when Norman sent me to New York for a few shoots. These people were even beyond the fantasy land. For some reason they acted like they were untouchable.

It’s like they felt they had so much power that the world was theirs. For spite, I made sure I fucked the wives of the arrogant assholes. Those that wanted to treat me like a second-class person got what the Army would have called promoted to “CFC”–Cuckold First Class.

I was almost glad to get back to Hollywood. The first year really was a lot bağcılar escort bayan of fun and games for me. I made tens of thousands of dollars and had all the pussy a young man could handle.

The second year was pretty good too but it became monotonous. It was basically the same thing over and over. I had my good days but I knew I wanted to do more with my life. I was making a six-digit salary, saving most of it, but going nowhere.

After the third year I talked with my massage therapist. He explained how he got started and how much he liked his job. I decided to start taking classes in being a Masseur. The more I thought about it, the more I was deciding that’s what I wanted to do with my life.

For the next two years I went to school to become a massage therapist. I also did my workouts and did it all around working my different modeling positions. I still left time for my sex life, so I was tired but happy.

On one of my trips home I talked to my grandfather. He was really old school. His parents and their parents before them were all from the Islands. The family owned thousands of acres of prime property before Hawaii became a state and so popular.

Throughout the years most of the beach front property that they owned was sold to large hotels and other big business interests. My grandfather kept one large piece of beach front land. It was about nine acres at the end of the beach. He also owned other property where we all lived.

He had been selling souvenirs in a small building most of his life. Behind his building he rented the land as parking spaces. He took in a handsome sum of money through the years.

“Grandpa, will you sell me some of the acreage behind your business so I can start one of my own?” That was our first conversation the first time I came home after I started massage school.

We talked about my plans and what I wanted to do.

“Roy, this land has been handed down from generation to generation. I can’t sell it to you. I want it to stay in the family forever.”

Every time I came home I told Grandpa more about my idea. I was really serious about starting a business. I was in my last year of my contract with Norman. I had made hundreds of thousands of dollars that Mom had invested for me. I even helped pay for my sisters to go to college.

Norman tried to convince me to sign on for another five years. He said he would even lower his commission rate to fifteen percent. I asked him why he didn’t just sign me for ten years to begin with.

“Roy, most models are only good for about five years. After that they seem to go downhill, but you stayed with the program I suggested. You kept working out and improving yourself. You kept the low profile, which made it easy to sell you as the good-looking wholesome man that women dreamed about. You always kept your sex life quiet and never made the tabloids. The advertisers loved it.

“Other young men would want to show off and tell who they had sex with. They thought it would improve their image, but it always hurt them as well as anyone they associated with.”

“Norman, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’ll always remember you as the person that helped me out. I’m not a Hollywood or New York type person. I don’t want to be a celebrity. I want to go back home, be among family and start my own business.”

We shook hands and I said my goodbyes. I was headed home, back to Hawaii. I sat down and talked more with my grandfather.

I had told him what I had wanted to do. It was to open my own gym for exercising as well as a Massage Therapy center. I explained to him how I worked out and it felt good to get a massage afterwards. My plan was to get a lot of the local people to use the gym and massage rooms for a decent income.

I mentioned that by being on the beach that I could bring in a lot of vacationers. We could massage feet, legs and even handle sunburns, to name a few. I showed Grandpa my degree in Massage Therapy.

He knew I really wanted to do this. The problem was he didn’t want to sell the land that had been in the family, even though I was family. He could have sold it thousands of times throughout the years.

I explained to him that I needed to be on the beach area to attract the travelers. He told me he couldn’t sell the family land but would make me a deal. He knew I had a few hundred thousand dollars saved and was willing to risk it.

There was also the problem of his souvenir business, which he had no intention of giving up. It has always been his livelihood and even though he was getting old it was his way of enjoying his time. He only sold souvenirs that were made on the Island, as he would call it. A lot of the trinkets and clothing were made by other family members. It was the livelihood of a lot of the extended family members.

“What is your idea, Grandpa?” I asked.

He really liked me and I knew he wanted to help me out.

“Show me your plans for your building escort bayan zeytinburnu and tell me exactly what you want to do. I know you have had people, engineers and architects coming out here. Show me what plans you have.”

“Grandpa, I asked you if it was all right to have the people come to measure and make plans up for ideas. I would never go behind your back. I respect you too much to do that.”

“I know Roy. I’m interested in your ideas for the business you want.”

“So, if you like my ideas you might sell me the property here?”

“No sell property, I told you that. If I like idea I might lease you property.”

I didn’t quite understand but I showed him my plans. The building would have a large workout area in the center of the building. It would have all types of exercise equipment. To the far left of the building would be a number of private massage rooms. They would be for women only.

To the far right would be the massage rooms for men only. Each room would have a shower and there would be other showers and two hot tubs for relaxation for those wanting one after their workout. The showers and hot tubs would be behind the workout area.

Right now Grandpa’s business was a long building front, more of a hut style where he sold his souvenirs. I was going to move his business into the new building.

“Grandpa, I thought we could move your business into the new building. We would have a whole area set up for you. It would be a larger area than you have now. It would be in the front of the exercise rooms and we would have an all-window front so people could see inside.”

“What am I to do while they build this building?”

“I thought you could keep your building the way it is now until our new building is complete. It will be behind yours. After that we would take down your building, and move you into the new building.

“You would still have plenty of acreage to the side and back of the building for your parking.” He made a lot of money from people who wanted to park close to the beach or many that worked the other businesses on the beach front.

“You have good plans, Roy. How much this building going to cost?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars down payment plus the land. After that I will make payments. I have most of it and the bank said my credit is good and I can get a loan for the rest.” My grandfather smiled at me.

“You’re a good boy Roy. I’ll explain my idea to you. I will keep property in family. You build your building but I don’t want you to borrow money. If you need more I’ll get it for you. I’ll lease you the land under the building for long term, say fifty years.”

“I’ll need money to lease the land, Grandpa. How much will you be charging me?” I asked.

“One hundred a year,” he replied.

“A hundred thousand a year? I’m not sure I can pay that much Grandpa.” I could see my idea going up in smoke.

Grandpa laughed. “You’re my favorite grandson. I charge you a hundred dollars a year, not hundred thousand.” I cried.

****

The construction started and the building was done in no time. It was a little sad when they took down Grandpa’s old hut building, but it looked great seeing him in an all-new glass enclosure.

During the period of the building was being built I had a lot of work to do to get started. I bought the exercise equipment, spas and everything else we needed. I had to find some good masseuses. I hope to have employees that already had certificates. I needed both men and women.

I advertised and received a lot of responses. I interviewed over fifty different people. Thirty had already been certified to do massages. I hired eight to start out. Others I put on a will-call or part-time list. I knew that in this kind of business I’d be going through a lot of employees.

After a while some would leave hoping to make it on their own, while others would get engaged or married and their respective partners wouldn’t want them rubbing other people’s bodies.

I asked my two sisters if they wanted to work at the gym/massage clinic. Zoë had become a nurse and I thought it would be good to have someone from the medical field on site. Kloey, my youngest sister, had recently gotten a degree in accounting. I was hoping that she would handle all the paper work and finances.

They told me there was no way they wanted to give massages. I laughed and told them I didn’t want them giving massages either but I wanted people I knew I could trust to help run the business. Besides they were both beautiful Hawaiian women and that couldn’t hurt business.

Zoë said she would do it part time so she could keep her other job at a doctor’s office. She did say if it worked out, that she would eventually come on board full time. She was married and did have a little girl. She could always bring my niece with her. After all we had family working here.

Grandma would often come and sit with Grandpa. We even set up tables outside where customers could sit and have a beverage.

I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. My brother was similar in build to me. He worked out often and I asked him to run the gym. He asked about doing massages but I told him he needed to get certified and then we’d talk. Till then I needed someone to keep an eye on the gym and equipment.

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[ I find rain and churches to be turn on’s. This story includes vanilla sex and mystery. If you know her, let me know the solution to the mystery. ]

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When she walked into the bar I felt her energy. It was Wednesday at two in the afternoon and raining hard outside. She was covered by a man’s yellow raincoat and hat. Her bare legs and high heeled boots gave her gender away. She glanced around the bar and noticed that she and I were alone.

Without hurrying she walked to the bar, slipped up on a stool and said, “Beer please, in a glass.”

I sat the glass in front of her and she pulled a fifty from the raincoat pocket. I was a little surprised at that. No purse. No wallet. Just a fifty. I made change and handed it to her. She didn’t count it, just shoved it in her pocket.

“Some days I wish I was a fish,” she said. Her right hand lifted the glass and she touched it to her lip and took a long drink. I watched. When she put the glass down she looked me over again.

“Not very busy today.”

“Not expecting anyone else until about five. Then some of the office gents from down the block will come in to drown their sorrows.”

“That gives us plenty of time.” She looked me in the eyes and leaned forward just a bit. I wondered where this was going.

“Plenty of time for what?”

“Are you a Catholic?”

“No, do you need one?”

“No. I need a non-Catholic. You.”

“Me? I don’t think you need me.”

“Yes. You. Do you know the date?”

“May second.”

“Yes. Do you believe in revenge or pay back?”

“Sometimes. Are you here to pay me back for something?”

“No. I want you to help me pay back the Church.”

“How?”

“I want you to close the bar for half an hour and take me inside the church across the mecidiyeköy escort bayan street and fuck me.”

“Say that again.” I wanted to be sure I heard her correctly.

“I want you to close the bar for half an hour and take me inside the church across the street and fuck me.”

“That’s what I heard the first time. Why in the church?”

“Do you care? I just offered you the fuck of the week and you want to know why in the church?”

“No. Not really. Maybe inside all that wet yellow you are a guy with a pretty face.”

“If you want to see my body, ask.”

“I want to see your body. Please.”

She stood next to the bar stool and opened the raincoat. I had seen everything she was wearing when she came in. She opened the raincoat and I saw a beautiful young woman, nude except for the boots. Her breasts were high on her chest, small and tipped with hard nipples. Farther down she was smooth, like a little girl. Her legs were dancers legs and her torso also looked like she spent lots of time doing something to stay really fit. The muscle in my jeans began to flex in anticipation.

Her eyes followed me as I walked from behind the bar and went to the door. I took the keys out of my pocket and turned the “open/closed” sign to “Closed”. She zipped the coat closed and I put mine on. She stepped outside and after locking the door I followed her across the street.

We entered the quiet of the church. I followed her to the front of the church where the large alter was taking center stage. On a Sunday if there were enough people to fill the room there might be as many as three hundred people sitting in the room. Because the alter was elevated everyone in the room would be able to see it. The woman walked up the center bayrampaşa escort bayan aisle and moved around behind the alter.

I followed her. Once we were behind the alter she removed the raincoat and the boots. “Take off your clothes.” It was a command more than a request.

I did as she asked. She looked so hot, so willing and I hadn’t been laid in three months.

“Help me up,” she said. I helped her up onto the alter and at her request followed her up. She lay back and spread her legs. I looked and saw that she was glistening and her most intimate opening was open, waiting for my visit.

“Do you just want a fuck or would you like to cum too?”

“I only cum when someone who really knows how eats me.”

“Let’s find out if I am one of the ones who knows how.”

On my belly on the cold marble I buried my face in her pussy. She lifted her legs and put her feet on my back. I was amazed. She was so smooth I had to believe she never had hair around her pussy. She was a smooth as a baby. Her taste was my favorite taste in the world. I used my tongue and lips to explore and stimulate every nerve ending I could find.

As I focused my attentions on her pussy she held my head in her hands and she moaned.

When she spoke she whispered, “Oh, you are the right man! Take me over the edge.”

I forgot about the risk of being caught. I forgot about being in a church. I was worshiping at my church, the Church of the Blessed Woman. My hands found her tits and when I touched them she spoke again, “Pinch my nipples! Pinch hard!”

My hands grasped her entire breasts with my thumb and index finger pinching her nipples. She moaned again and arched her back. I sucked on her growing clit and she shuddered.

“Oh escort bayan bahçelievler God damn, I’m so close! Don’t stop!”

‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ I thought. My lips held on to her bud as she went. Her body thrashed and her feet kicked my back as she moaned through her orgasm. I held on and when she calmed down I sat up, between her legs.

“Ready?”

“Yes! Take me right here!”

She watched as I aimed my hard cock into her swollen pussy. As I slid in she moaned and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

She was so tight that even though she was very wet it was difficult to get in. My hips pressed my cock into her as my hands held her hips from sliding away from me. I slowly entered her until all of my cock was inside her. I could feel the muscles inside her vagina massaging me, getting used to being filled. Slowly I pulled back and then pushed in again. Each stroke was longer and stronger until I was slamming into her as deep and as hard as I could.

The church was filled with the noises of our joining. Our breathing, loud and mixed with animal-like noises of rutting. Our wet noises of my cock slamming into her cunt. It was glorious.

“Christ, fill me with cum! Fuck me forever!” She screamed!

I could feel the juices, the jizzim, the cum rising from my balls and filling her cunt. I bellowed like the lion I felt like and felt the pulsing of my cock as it unloaded everything I had.

She pulled me down on top of her and we lay still for a few moments, sweating together and feeling our combined juices flowing out onto the alter. After our breathing returned to normal I kissed her and she explored the inside of my mouth with her tongue.

We slowing uncoupled and got off the alter. She was careful not to disturb the offering we had left. She took a long cloth from a nearby shelf and used it to wipe the sweat from both of us. We redressed. Actually, I redressed she put her boots and raincoat on. When we got to the door of the church she said, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Adam. Yours?”

She smiled, kissed me hard and as she turned to walk away she said, “Eve, of course.”

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I have too many options… Ok, if you have read any of my other entries you will see that I have written about how I got hooked on massage parlors. I have decided to jump ahead to the present and explain my dilemma of the last six months. Once again, these stories may not have the intricate details of other stories you may read. I am relaying my actual experiences, and while I briefly describe the looks and body of the masseuse, I typically leave it to your imagination to fill in the blanks to your own preference… That’s what I do when I read your stories

When my stories started I would visit Houston on business trips. Now I have lived here for the last five years. While I have been in massage parlors in numerous states (NJ, NC, California, Michigan, etc.) Texas holds the dubious title of the center of illicit massage parlors. My problem is that I have three, and I can’t figure out which is the best.

I have written about my original favorite in the story of my first erotic massage. Unfortunately that one is still shut down. It was great because your visit followed a four step process. First 10 minutes in a steam room. Then 10 minutes in a hot tub. You are naked during this time, with a very attractive attendant taking care of you. Next is a table shower where they make sure they make sure to take care to clean all the important parts. You then get a short, often a relatively lackadaisical massage. However when they flip you over they quickly put on a condom and fuck you without any extra negotiating for money. They also never pushed for big tips.

If you are educated on Asian massage parlors, or AMPs, you would expect the service they give, based on the details on their website. You should be able to read between escort bayan kağıthane the lines of the ads to understand what is actually offered:

1. Look at the hours of operation. If they stay open late, like 10 or later, you will at least get a happy ending. If they close at 6 pm, there is no chance.

2. Look at the price. This last place was is $180. This is high for a massage, even if you have the spa and steam room. If you are paying that much you will probably get full service.

3. Also if the price is too low, it could be full service. One place I will detail here only cost $40 for one masseuse, and $80 for a four hand massage. This is very cheap. Places like this will typically push for additional money in order to get extras. These places are dangerous, because once a pretty, topless, masseuse has your hard cock in her hand, you have very little leverage to negotiate.

4. There are some other rules. As an example, the services they offer typically tip their hand. If they are giving a table shower you should at least get a hand job. Also, look at the neighborhood. You may get a hand job in an upscale neighborhood, but you typically won’t get full service.

Of course the exception makes the rule. So sit back and I will explain my current dilemma in choosing my favorite local massage parlor. I will go in order of price.

The first place I will describe offers table showers and has the option of four hand massage. It also has a steam room. If you have read my other stories you will know that I love massages, but I also really have learned to like to be naked in the presence of these pretty masseuses. Also, I am typically happy with a hand job, I rarely go to places escort bayan beyoğlu where they will have sex with you. I assumed this was a full service spa because of the price and services. Also their website has photos of hot girls in lingerie, (however I have never seen them there).

I went for the first time when I was really horny and wanted a full service spa. I was sure that the $40 entrance fee meant they would negotiate for more. My first visit I had the four hand massage. One very pretty young masseuse, and one a little more curvy than I typically like, but she had big tits, and I am always a fan of that. I requested to use the sauna first. This way they would give me the table shower before the massage, just because I would be sweaty. Typically they do the table shower at the end, but I personally like to do it first, as an opportunity to be more naked for a longer time with the girls.

So the table shower was ok, but they really steered clear of the good spots. I am laying there naked, on my back, and they don’t even wash my dick. Not even with the loofah. They even handed me the sprayer at the end, so I could wash it myself. This was a surprise. But once we got back to the room they massaged my back with no draping. The hotter girl was massaging my lower half, and she didn’t shy away from bumping and rubbing my balls from behind. When they flipped me over I expected to get the hard sell for more money – but it didn’t happen.

On my back they did drape me, but in the most minimal way imaginable. A small towel covered just my cock and balls. The towel was so small that the slightest move would make it fall off. They would eventually put it back on.

The busty girl stayed escort bayan esenler at the top of the table. She massaged me a few times since this and has a few signature moves. She would take both of your arms and stretch them out. They would wind up right behind her, and you found yourself grabbing her ass. She also would massage your chest and belly from the top, and bump her tits in your face during each pass. Girls have to feel this right? There is no way they are brushing their tits in your face without knowing it, is there?

She did this nonchalantly, like she didn’t notice my lips were trying to grab her shirt (and bra encased) nipples each time she passed.

So, now is the time I should probably explain myself a little more. I am over 50, and have found that the reduction of natural testosterone makes intimacy a little harder. So long story short, I took a blue pill before I came in so knew I would have no problems performing. I was expecting a 3 way…

She practically put my hands on her ass, and I found myself grabbing firmly, while mouthing her tits through her shirt. I had a cute girl massaging very high up on my inner thighs. I started getting hard and making a tent out of the small towel covering my junk. It was going well until I took my hands off her ass and grabbed her tits.

At that point they quickly shut me down. They moved out of my reach and finished up the massage. They then lifted up the hand towel covering my raging hard on (giving me one more hope for at least a hand job) and left the room.

I was shocked that it ended there. I grabbed by cock and blew my load in about 30 seconds into the one of the towels they used. On the way out I gave them each $20, and told them I was surprised that there was no happy ending, and pointed out that if there was the tip would be much larger.

They laughed and said “no, no, only massage here”.

Needless to say I was very disappointed. However, for some reason I have been back at least 10 times since then… More about that later. To be continued…

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So it’s late afternoon, and I’m coming home from work… I’m not wearing the icky knee length skirts that you find too conservative, but instead I’m wearing my black mini skirt with the little triangle cut out from on top of one of the thighs and this tight light blue, v-neck tank top which shows off my cleavage quite nicely. So I come in the door, and you get up from the couch and come over to me… before I can say anything, you’ve grabbed my face in your hands and begin to kiss me deeply. Of course I eagerly respond and our tongues become intertwined as the kiss becomes more and more passionate. You keep one of your hands on my face and run the other one up through my hair.

When you’ve run the length of it, you tug on it ever so slightly, causing my head to tilt back. Immediately you attack my neck and jaw line with your mouth sucking and kissing and running your tongue over me. Your other hand begins to move over my breasts as you knead them and play with my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. Your hand eventually leaves my breasts and you encircle my waist pulling me close and parting my lips with your tongue once again. You reach down and pull my shirt off, only pausing in the kiss to pull it over my head.

You see I’m wearing my black bra, as you begin to run your hands all over my torso. You reach around to my back, pull me close to you and kiss me deeply yet again as you unzip escort bayan sultangazi my skirt and let it fall to the floor. You pull back and look at me standing in front of you only in my black bra and thong my face slightly flushed and my chest heaving heavily in the excitement of the moment and in anticipation of what is yet to come. Telling me how sexy I look and how bad you want me, you take me by the hand and lead me to lie down on our queen-sized bed. You stand to one side of the bed, and undress. I sit, anxiously waiting for you to finish… growing more and more excited as I see your chest and thighs and penis gradually appear from beneath your clothes.

You look soooo good and you make me want you so bad… I reach out to you as you settle yourself on the bed, but your grab my wrists and hold them against the pillows. You kiss me again, but this time, not so deeply and as you withdraw, your tongue teases my lips and makes me ache for more. You run your tongue lightly over my neck, and down towards my cleavage. You lift me up from the pillows and undo my bra as you continue to outline my breasts with your tongue. As you slide my bra straps off my arms I reach towards you, trying to pull your lips towards mine. You allow me to, but only briefly as you bring your hand up to gather my wrists on the pillows again.

My breasts are now at you escort bayan fatih mercy. You run your tongue all about them, deliberately avoiding my nipples and causing me to arch my back in suggestion. Finally you begin to flick them lightly with your tongue, granting me brief views of the pleasure that is possible. Then suddenly you take one in your mouth, reaching over with your other hand to fondle the other breast. You tease the one in your mouth, sucking on it, pulling at it, gently using your teeth, as I cry out with pleasure! As you see me become so aroused, you grow harder too, and I can feel you against my thigh.

You release my wrists and violently pull off my thong, anxious to see my trimmed vagina that lies beneath. With my hands free I reach up and push you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you, not letting you resist. Gently I guide your hard penis into me. I’m still dry so it’s difficult and I can feel every inch of you as I lower myself down. I place my hands on your chest and you place yours on mine. I start out slow trying to make myself wetter so I can really fuck you well.

You play with me in the same rhythm that I begin to fuck you with, and as my speed increases, so does yours. I lift myself off you and begin to come down harder with every motion of my hips. I lean back as I start to truly fuck you, playing with my clit as you continue escort bayan etiler to touch me. I get wetter and wetter and you begin to easily glide in and out of me. I lean forward again squeezing your chest as I ride you to orgasm. You feel me cum on you and become even wetter than before. I collapse on top of you, breathing hard, and oh so sweaty.

You move the hair off my neck and as you rub my scalp and nibble at my neck begin to whisper suggestive things in my ears as you gently thrust your self into me. After a moment’s rest I begin to gently push back and you roll over on top of me. You reach down and grab my legs, putting them on your shoulders… mmm… you always hit a good spot when you do that!… You waste no time and begin to fuck me madly… I cry out, my eyes wide and grip your arms trying to thrust in unison, but I can’t, it’s too good. It overwhelms me. You eventually slow down and begin those long hard thrusts that I like so much… pulling all the way out till I ache for it and plunging right back in… you make me scream with each thrust, and I end up against the headboard from all your force.

You pull me back down and begin to rapidly fuck me till I cum again… you stay in me as the waves of my orgasm subside, then begin anew, ramming into me again and again, fucking me soo hard and soo good. I cry out in ecstasy as I begin to fondle my breasts. This turns you on even more and you increase your speed and strength, causing you to cum almost immediately. You lay on top of me, your head between my breasts and your hand in my hair as you begin to soften inside me. I squeeze you… teasing you, trying to arouse you again, but we both are too exhausted and just lie on our bed totally satisfied.

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My name is Duke Brownstone, and I am young black man living in rural Texas. I’m originally from the city of Boston, but I like rural Texas just fine. It’s quite different, you know. To be surrounded by old farms and tons of wilderness is a refreshing change from the fast-paced and loud world of the big city. What brings a young black urbanite like myself to rural America? College, of course. Des College is my new home. I didn’t think I’d like it, but I ended up loving it. It’s become home away from home for me. What can I say? I’ve grown accustomed to its face.

Des College is a small private school sitting in a valley near a river, surrounded by wilderness. Nearby, there’s a small town called Des. It’s got a population of around twenty thousand people. It’s really small and backwards. There’s one hospital, a sheriff’s department, a small chain of stores, a movie theater and a few local businesses. The rest is farming country. They’re all farmers down here. Des College is home to a student body of five thousand students. It’s surprisingly diverse racially. Also, it’s evenly divided between male and female students. Also, it’s a pretty fun place. These country people are a simple folk. They take great pride in the local college’s sports teams. The Des College sports teams are known as the Des College Raging Lynxes. Don’t ask.

Des College currently offers Men’s Intercollegiate Archery, Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Bowling, Rowing, Swimming, Soccer, Gymnastics, Wrestling, Track, Volleyball, Rifle, Football, Badminton, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis and Rugby. They also offer Women’s Intercollegiate Archery, Basketball, Field Hockey, Softball, Cross Country, Swimming, Bowling, Rowing, Soccer, Gymnastics, Wrestling, Track, Volleyball, Rifle, Equestrian, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis and Rugby. This school had a strong tradition of athletic dedication and I respected that. I just wished there were more black students around. One hundred and eighty black men attended the college, eighty percent of them were on the Men’s Football and Basketball teams. There were two hundred and ten black women on campus, and most of them were on the Women’s Basketball and Cross Country teams. Yeah, at Des College, the black students were either athletes, academic luminaries or they weren’t there at all. Isn’t that just peachy? Things weren’t ideal, but I try to keep busy.

My first day at Des College, right after moving into the men’s dormitories, I walked up to the football stadium where the men were practicing. I was a walk-on tryout. I’ve played football ever since I was young, so it came easy to me. Pop Warner taught me a lot, after all. I was also a running back on the football team at The General Grant Academy For Boys, a private boarding school near Boston. I made the team. I was a lineman instead of a running back. That’s cool because I’ve got the build and talent to excel at both of these positions. I stand six feet three inches tall and weigh exactly two hundred and forty pounds. I’ve worked out extensively since my youth and at nineteen years old, I was in prime shape. I joined the Des taksim bayan escort College football team. We were a Division Three college football team with a hundred-year history of excellence. That was a lot to live up to. Practice was murder, but I got through it. Between playing football and taking five classes my first semester, college life was threatening to burn me out. Luckily, I found some way to relax.

One of my professors really helped in that area. This dame was really hot. Lisa Rivers Coleman was her name. She was a Criminology professor. Married to James Coleman, some guy who was the Dean of Student Affairs, with brats to boot. Oh, well. I guess she kept coming onto me because I gave her something she couldn’t get anywhere else. This dame boasted of impressive natural assets. A six-foot, pretty-faced, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Latin woman with short black hair and pale brown eyes. We had a lot of fun together. She’d come to my dorm and we’d have some fun together. This thick older woman really knew how to work her stuff. We hooked up all the time. Let me tell you about one of our steamiest hookups ever.

I was coming back to my dorm after a grueling afternoon of football practice. Guess who I found waiting for? Now, I was pleasantly surprised when I found this big beautiful woman in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. Her thick, sexy body looked frigging gorgeous like that. I smiled, and nodded. In case you haven’t guessed it by now, I like them thick. Always have and always will. Many brothers will agree with me on that one. Thick women do it better. Who wants to hold onto a sack of bones anyway? Aside from those modeling dudes, nobody! I looked at Lisa, smiled and gestured for her to come to me. Lisa grinned, and shook her head. Apparently, she wanted me to come to her. That’s cool. Whatever, you know? I smiled and walked up to her. I looked her up and down. Damn, she looked even hotter up close. I put my hands on that plump ass of hers and gave it a good squeeze. Damn, she had a hot bubble butt, just the way I liked them.

Lisa pulled me to her and kissed me. We played tongue twister for a minute, while I ran my hands all over that curvaceous body of hers. I also felt up her large, firm breasts. But mostly I focused on that beautiful booty of hers. I like a big woman with a big butt. That’s always been my primary sexual interest and it’s not going to change anytime soon. Grinning, Lisa playfully pushed me. I laughed and gave her a good shove, sending her tumbling on the bed. Lisa laughed, and rolled around on the bed. When she stopped, she was on all fours. She shook her plump booty at me. I felt my cock harden like steel in my pants. Damn! I had to get that booty if it was the last thing I did. I unzipped my pants, and threw off my shirt. Lisa laughed, and gestured for me to come to her. I leapt onto the bed, joining her. We rolled around on the king-sized bed, playfully wrestling. Damn, I liked feeling her firm, fleshy body on top of me, underneath me, wherever.

I finally topkapı bayan escort had her pinned, and she looked up at me. I looked into her eyes. Without a word being spoken, I knew exactly what she wanted. Truth be told, I wanted to stick my cock into her right then and there. However, getting my professor pregnant might seriously affect my college plans, not to mention my life. I told her to wait up. she looked at me, wide-eyed. I gave her a reassuring smile as I reached into a drawer and pulled out some condoms. I stopped buying Trojans after that infamous commercial of theirs. Nowadays, I used Durex. I tore off the plastic and took it out. I placed the condom on my dick. Now, some dudes will lie to you and tell you they’ve got twelve inches or more. Not me. I’ve got nine inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black cock with balls the size of apples. And I am proud. Above all else, I know how to use it. Just ask any female I’ve been with.

First things first, though. I liked to inspect and explore the terrain before marching across it to do battle. So, I spread Lisa’s plump thighs and took at her pussy. Lisa was a natural woman. She didn’t bother shaving. Oh, and while other women used vaginal deodorant, this female flaunted her own aroma. She kept it clean, though, which I was grateful for. I spread her pussy lips and began licking away. I licked her clit and fingered her pussy. Lisa shuddered and guided my actions as I pleasured her. I was pretty good at eating pussy. Over the years, I’ve licked and fucked them all. Black pussy, white pussy, Asian pussy and now, Latina pussy. Just call me the multicultural pussy licking expert. I continued to lick her pussy and began probing her with my digits. Worked her up until she squealed and came, smearing her hot juices all over. I smiled. See? I told you I got skills.

Now that I had gotten her rocks off, Lisa was basking in the post orgasmic glow. Well, I needed her to come down from cloud nine. She was all grateful for my performance and stuff. I smiled as she asked me what I wanted her to do for me. I’m a butt man, if you catch my drift. I told Lisa that I wanted her ass. No, I didn’t want to do her pussy in the doggy style position or play with her ass. What I wanted was far different. And I can’t make it any clearer. I wanted to stick my cock in her ass. Her eyes widened when she finally understood. I nodded slowly. Lisa, bless her heart and big booty, is always up for anything. So she complied. All she asked for was for me to grease her up good. I was more than okay with that. Now, those of you who totally get off on anal are going to criticize a brother for not having KY Jelly around. Well, I don’t have that stuff at home because anal sex encounters are few and far in between. It’s hard to find a woman who loves anal sex. So, I had to make do with what I got in order to get what I need. I used Vaseline cream instead of KY. Isn’t that something?

I had Lisa get on all fours and spread those gorgeous plump butt cheeks of hers wide open. Then, I took the bottle of Vaseline and dropped some water escort bayan şirinevler on it. I mixed it up, then smeared it all around her puckered little asshole. I also applied some of it on my condom-covered cock. Lisa was cool about the whole thing. Not a peep or complaint from her. I then held my nine-inch cock in my hand and rubbed it before pressing its head against Lisa’s backdoor. I put my hands on those wide hips of hers and pushed my cock inside her butt hole. Lisa gasped as I entered her. I worked my cock inside her dark tunnel slowly. I like to take my time during anal sex. I’m not like others who rush through the whole thing. If you rush, you’re missing out on the best part. I was like an unhurried tourist. Just call me Duke Boy in Anal Land. I took my time to enjoy the sights and sounds, and above all else, the sensations. Lisa’s ass felt warm and tight around my cock. I loved that feeling. I pushed my cock deeper and deeper inside the tunnel of darkness. It slowly stretched as she opened herself up to me, taking more and more of my cock. We continued slowly until I worked up about six of my nine inches inside her. That’s where she bottomed out. Meaning she couldn’t take anymore. I pushed my dick inside, loving the feeling of warmth and tightness all around me. Meanwhile, Lisa moaned softly. Damn, this woman was something else. I mean, I’ve done anal with a few women of various ages, and most of them can’t take a cock where the sun doesn’t shine without howling. Not Lisa. She took it like a champ. I squeezed her hot buns as I fucked her. The feel of her ass was incredible. We went at it like this for about half an hour, then I came. Slowly, I withdrew from her. This was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

Man, this was fantastic. I ran it through my mind again and again. Lisa and I lay side by side. Naked as jaybirds, giddily talking about it. She told me that she’d only done anal with one other man and that was her husband James Coleman, the Dean of Student Affairs at Des College. Well, that comment rather pleased me. It also surprised me. Lisa had the biggest, plumpest and most perfect-looking bubble butt I’ve ever seen. It’s a shame more men haven’t gotten a piece of that. Of course, I didn’t tell her that. I liked her. She was smart, pretty, a great conversationalist, fun in bed, and most recently, her willingness to do anal sex put her at the top of my list. I guess a penchant for anal sex is a quality I admire in a woman. Right up there with personality, intelligence, looks and all that jazz. The only thing I didn’t like about Lisa is the fact that she smoked. Cigarettes are filthy things. I don’t smoke cigarettes, though I’ve been known to take a blunt or two at a party. Oh, well. It’s her life. I watched as she got up and put her clothes back on. With her business suit on, and her lawyer’s briefcase, she looked every bit the professional woman of modern times. I knew better, of course. Tonight, she was going to return to her hubby and brats. And I’d go back to surfing the web and do some studying. We both had our own lives. Neither of us clung to the other. We were cool, and had casual sex a few times a week. The rest of the time, I went to class and played football. She did whatever else she did when she wasn’t in class, at home or with me. That’s the way the world would be if we hadn’t been conditioned to be commitment-hungry emotional sycophants. It’s the way the world should be.

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The fire was bright, but not as bright as Abigail’s eyes as she beheld this man. She wanted to be with him, to fully give herself to him. She knew him to be kind and gentle, caring and loving. And now, she realized she had the right to feel those things again. Ken would not have wanted her to wrap herself in cotton and grow old alone. He had such a zest for living, he would have wanted her to immerse herself in the most wonderful life imaginable.

Lying beside Cameron, these thoughts raced through Abby’s mind. She looked up at Cam’s strong face and saw her future there. This man would spend the rest of his life with her, making her happy and sharing everything.

She reached up with her hand, caressing his slightly rough face, wondering how it would feel against hers. He knew what she wanted and bent his head to hers, just placing his skin against her, breathing into her ear. At first, they were satisfied with small intimacies. Then, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. He wanted to give her more. They turned to each other, their mouths questing, seeking, searching. When their lips met, it was like coming home. His mouth covered hers, pulling her gently into him. His tongue reached out, tracing, probing, learning. She allowed herself to melt against him, to match his body inch for inch. She felt nourished by his mouth, fulfilled. The womanly ache he created was amazing. She felt her body coming alive from a long sleep, her dormant feelings resurfacing in full strength, a woman who knew what she wanted and where to find it.

Neither was aware of the clothing disappearing. They began fully dressed in the warm apparel, flannel and demin and thick socks. Then they were together, skin on skin, only undergarments separating their eager flesh.

Cam stopped kissing her long enough to ask just once more. “Is this what you want, Abigail? We can wait, we can go slow, we can take forever if you want. I have waited for you my whole life, and I can wait longer. It is you who is important to me, and what you want is everything.”

Abigail looked into his sweet face, the face she had come to love so much. In reply, she slipped her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. The fabric loosened. She shrugged slightly and her full breasts were free, the nipples taut in the cool air. Moving closer, she pressed herself against his slightly hairy chest, reveling in the feel of a man’s flesh touching her again. Her head settled on his shoulder, his hands caressed her bare back, marking her with his wandering fingers.

Body escort bağcılar to body, skin to skin, now they were separated only by panties and briefs. She could feel his need and desire. Her own appetites, so long asleep, were roaring to life. She felt the special ache between her legs that meant she was alive. They moved together, rolling back and forth, searching for the closeness they both needed. Hands explored, mouths attacked, legs were wrapped, pulling them into a tight unit of longing.

Then they were naked. All obstacles were removed, they were able to press the needy flesh together, creating warmth and beginning their life together.

Cam pushed her shoulders into the pillow, leaning over her, marveling at her body in the glowing firelight. Her first inclination was to cover herself, prevent Cameron from seeing her imperfections. But he wanted it all. The first of which was the sight of his love. Her skin was burnished, velvety. His eyes traveled down her body, enjoying the special beauty that was Abigail. Her breasts were full, lush. Tipped with cherry pink nipples, they invited his mouth to a feast. He was tempted, but waited, wanting to see it all.

His eyes traveled over her body, already knowing what making love with Abby would be like. He saw her slightly rounded tummy, her dark, thick curlies, her delicate feet. Altogether, the sight of Abby was delicious. He leaned over her, kissing her again, waiting until he felt her relax against his mouth, then he began the most important journey of his life. He kissed her neck, perfumed with vanilla. He wanted her to lie back and enjoy, but it had been too long and she wanted him too much. As he kissed, she did too. Their mouths busily seeking flesh to kiss, lick, taste. She shyly echoed his movements, wanting to be an equal in the lovemaking. Until his lips found her breasts.

Ah, her breath caught and she stilled completely. He circled the flesh, molding her with his mouth. He lingered in the valley between her breasts, licking the spot and making her throb. His mouth caressed the soft sloping sides, his tongue traced the tender undersides of that most delicate flesh. The wonder of his warm mouth covering her nipple was overwhelming. He licked, sucked, nipped, pulled the pinkness deep into his hot mouth, covering her completely. She felt the pull of his nursing mouth down to her very center and she cried out with passion. Her back arched to meet him, her hand reaching for the forgotten istanbul eskort nipple, pulling and twisting it with her fingers. He pushed her hand away with his cheek and began moving his head back and forth, nursing and fondling each in turn, small moans of satisfaction filling the air. He wanted to stay at her breasts forever, feeling the roughness of the tiny buds in his mouth, knowing the pleasure he was giving her. But he had so much more to taste and touch.

He slid down her body, his slightly scratchy beard tickling her with erotic delight. She moved against him, held his head with her fingers, called his named and prayed he wouldn’t stop. Her legs fell open, presenting to him the center of her passion. Now he stopped, inhaling, for the first time, the scent of the woman he loved. She was so aroused, so ready, so ripe for him. He pressed his cheek against her, feeling the soft lushness of her curls. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the satin skin and the heat. Cam turned his head, his mouth seeking her swollen slit. Ah, her pink flesh peeked out, ready for him, wanting him. He covered that slit with his mouth, french-kissing her. His tongue slid along the opening, feeling the wetness, the incredible smoothness of her inner self. Up and down, deeper and deeper he delved, finding the internal landmarks of his lover. Now he found her clit, tiny and hard, and felt her body tremble as he licked it slowly. Then he found the entrance to her pussy, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could, feeling the way her flesh caressed his tongue, molding to it. His face was wet with her juices, his mouth continued the search, wanting to learn it all, wanting to pleasure her. He focused on her clit, circling, flicking, sucking lightly. Cam delighted in the moans he could hear, the way Abby’s fingers raked his skull, the dance of her hips against his face. He wanted to stay buried in her warmth forever, but even now could feel her tightening, her legs clamped around his head. Her fingers held his hair, his face, tightly in place. Then, she exploded. He felt her shudders of passion, heard her screams of pleasure, heard for the first time the way she said his name when drugged with desire. He didn’t move, but rode with her orgasm, touching her lightly with his tongue now, barely caressing her. Finally, she stilled, releasing her hold on his hair. He lifted his wet face, grinning at her, pleased with himself and with Abby. He slid up her now sated body, noted the pleasant flush covering her chest, her escort güngören hardened nipples, her drooping eyelids.

Kissing her deeply, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need and heat. Abby lifted her hips, wrapping her short legs around his waist, bringing the wet head of his cock against her damp curls. She reached down and caressed him, held him against her swollen slit, rubbing her body with the velvety head, adding to her moisture. Cam looked down and saw her hand, wrapped around his manhood and almost lost control. It was incredibly erotic, watching her use his cock for her own pleasure. Slowly, the head of his cock disappeared into her pussy. He watched with fascination as she slid him up and down her ready body, burying him deeper and deeper. Finally, with one thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, she pulled him completely into her needy pinkness. He slipped inside, sheathed by her smooth flesh, completely fitting into the center of his love.

Her eyes met his. “This is more than I ever expected, Cameron. You and I. You and I. I knew we could be the best of friends, the closest of companions. But this is so much more. Sharing myself with you seems so right. You fill me, complete me, match me. I love you, Cam.”

Hearing the words, hearing Abby say she loved him, pushed Cameron over the edge. He gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer to him, making it impossible to tell which one was which, and began the ancient dance of love. He thrust into her, finding her warm depths and fitting them, his cock hot and hard inside her, marking her as his own. Over and over, his hips met hers, his fingers making bruises on her tender thighs as he held her tightly. He looked into her face in the firelight, seeing the reflection of his need and desire. “I love you, Abigail. I suppose I have for awhile. You give me what I have been searching for, love, companionship, peace. I love you, my dearest woman. Thank you for being you and loving me.”

His breathing became ragged and the words stopped. He felt his balls tighten and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He looked into Abby’s eyes once again, seeing only love and desire there. He felt the explosion begin, his cock thrusting deeper and faster, his come filling her depths with heat. He cried out her name as he reached his climax. She continued her ride, slower now, just wanting to milk his cock for his pleasure. As his thrusts subsided, he lowered her hips to the carpet, moving along, staying joined at the hips, lying above her, cradling her in his arms. They kissed long and deeply, repeating the words of love they both felt.

Lying together, the fire dying down, they re-affirmed their love for each other, knowing it was the first day of their life together.

The kiss had changed everything.

THE END.

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All the characters in this story are fictional and over 18. If anyone takes offense to this sort of writing, then please do not read it. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy, and if there’s enough demand, there will be a follow up. Email me for suggestions.

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Jason awoke one morning in his master bedroom, slowly stretching and getting up out of bed. He yawned a bit and pressed the intercom from his room to his new maid’s, Jennifer.

“Good morning Jennifer,” he said pleasantly to the microphone.

After a few seconds he heard her reply in a sultry tone,”Good morning sir, how may I be of service today?”

Jason smiled to himself thinking, This is going to be a fun day.

He replied,”I would like you to get me my usual breakfast…you know the one the pancakes and orange juice…and I would like for you to give me a nice body massage.”

“Yes sir.”

“Thank you, my dear,” he said smirking to himself as he released the button.

About ten minutes later, after Jason had finished his shower, he heard a knock on his master bedroom door.

“Come in!” He called out as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

The door opened up and Jennifer, his maid, came walking in with a tray of food on it. Jennifer, a sexy redhead with a beautiful figure along with her cute freckles, was wearing a french maid outfit, showing off her 36D breasts nicely, as well as showing off her long, slender legs with her bubbly ass. escort çapa Jason looked over her gorgeous figure and did a little whistle, making her face flush.

“Here’s your breakfast sir,” Jennifer said as she placed the tray down by his bedside table, and, looking back up to him said,”What else do you desire, sir?

Jason walked over to her with a grin on his face and reached down and squeezed Jennifer’s ass gently, making her jump up a bit and making her blush more.

“Sir, oh my…mmm…your hands are turning me on…”

“Mmm you have such a nice figure Jennifer…and this ass…it looks delicious…”Jason said in a low, husky voice as he then pinched her wonderful ass. Jason then reached around and cupped her left breast and slowly massaged it, pinching her hardening nipple through the fabric before giving her ass a playful smack, making her squeal with delight.

“Mmm sir, take me now,” She whispered invitingly as she reached down and felt his thick, hard eight incher through his towel. She turned her head and kissed him passionately on the lips as he squeezed her breast some more.

He slowly turned her around, their lips locked together, and with a sudden motion, ripped her dress right off of her, revealing her amazing nude body. He quickly glanced over her and noticed her pussy was shaved. He smiled and dropped his towel, with his cock on full display for Jennifer, whose istanbul eskort eyes widened considerably.

“Sir, it’s enormous,” she whispered as she got onto her knees and took hold of it with her hand,”I’ve never seen one so big before.

She quickly took it full inside her mouth and gently, with her expert tongue, worked his shaft slowly, bobbing her head up and down on it. He took hold of her hair with his hands, and gently pushed her further and deeper down his enormous cock. She gagged a little, but adjusted, and soon was deep throating him with no issue. Jennifer looked up at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes, her carnal urges longing for him as he glanced down, staring into her eyes.

He motioned for her to get up and she did, and he kissed her deeply and then pushed her roughly onto the bed, opening her smooth legs. He crawled on top of the bed and leaned down and placed his mouth by her pussy and teased her clit with his tongue. Jennifer moaned in delight, putting a hand on his head for him to pleasure her more, but Jason teasingly kept his distance, making her beg.

“Sir, please…sir…oh sir,” she moaned as he licked around her legs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. She moaned some more, hoping that he would finally release her from her torment.

Jason suddenly placed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she screamed in ecstasy. escort fatih He then slid a finger up her soaked pussy, twisting it and fingering her hard as she started shuddering.

“Sir! Oh my gosh sir! I’m so close…oh almost,” she cried out.

He then licked down and dove his tongue deep inside her pussy, lapping wildly and hitting her g-spot over and over as she began to squirt.

“Sir I’m cumming!”

She squirted her juices into Jason’s waiting mouth as he lapped up her juices and then finally giving her pussy one final lick as she lay there, panting hard. She looked up at him smiling and panted,”Fuck me now!”

He need no further encouragement as he mounted her and slid his thick cock into her tight, soaked pussy. She cried out more as he thrust her hard and fast, his shaft going deep inside of her as they made love. She pulled his head down and furiously kissed him, frenching him as he pounded her pussy.

He soon stopped and turned her around. She looked behind her with her lust filled eyes locking onto his, as he inserted his cock into her pussy once more. She moaned in delight as he fucked her, and slapped her ass hard.

“Yes sir! Yes! Slap me harder!” She begged as he complied, making her cheeks turn red.

He felt he was close to finishing, and grunted,”I’m almost there Jennifer…”

“Yes sir, yes! Cum inside my pussy! Cum inside my slut hole! Oh yes!” She screamed as he then grunted loudly and released his load into her, squirt after squirt, until it was flowing freely from her pussy. He then collapsed on her, panting and sweating, and kissed her softly. She kissed him back and whispered,”Thank you sir.”

He looked at her, and with a devilish smile said,”I think we’re just getting started.”

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