“Don’t move”.

I gave a small gasp as I woke in the dark, not understanding for the moment who was standing there. I cursed myself again for my bad habit of leaving doors unlocked at night, well for that matter, during the day when I was at work.

“Get on all fours”.

The commands came, as if he knew I wouldn’t resist. I slid up, my belly off the bed and presented myself to him.

“Stay there and don’t move again till I tell you.”

I felt his hand caress my back and I felt more naked and exposed then I actually was. I could hear his hand working his cock, and I felt a thrill go through me. His hand was rubbing my ass cheeks but I wasn’t prepared for the sudden slap.

I jerked in response, but backed again into his touch. He moved closer and then I felt the soft thud of his cock slapping my ass, the sound turning me on. I wanted to play with my clit but I wasn’t sure if I should.

“Lie back down, and spread your ass cheeks for me”.

Groaning with anticipation, I did as he asked, and eyüp escort used both my hands to pull my ass apart. He was making small sounds of approval and I smiled because I could still please him. It had been too long, but one never forgets how they make you feel.

“Turn over”.

I released my ass, and turned over on my back. I had just shaved my pussy again that day and memories flooded my mind. Nine long years had passed since he first asked me to do that for him, and I never let it grow back. I don’t think about it too much unless I am in a situation where you don’t expect people to mind. Like at the doctor, or the gyno, then suddenly its ‘whoops’ then “fuck it”. Its much tidier and I love the feel of skin on skin.

I tried to make out his face in the filtered light. It was late at night, I don’t know exactly what time, or how he managed to be here, but he was.

“Play with yourself”.

Glad to finally participate I rubbed my swollen clit with an eager incirli escort touch. My eyes wanted to close, but I wanted to watch him, to be there, do whatever he wanted, and feel what he wanted me to feel.

His cock was so hard, I wondered if it hurt him. It was as if I had never seen it that way before. My mouth must have fallen open, as he let out a slow groan, and in spite of himself he allowed the tip to graze my lips. I wanted so much to taste him, but this was his show, his time. He pulled back and slapped my cheeks with his cock, almost as punishment for wanting him too much.

My hands were covered in my cum as I arched my back with my first orgasm.

“Good girl, now taste yourself”.

I slowly brought my fingers to my face and let my tongue taste the sweetness on my hands. He seemed to approve and once again I watched as he stroked his cock faster. He seemed to like seeing my wet pussy lips and for a moment I thought he was going to cum there. zeytinburnu escort But I knew him better, and it wouldn’t be a one shot deal.

He moved back to my face, and I couldn’t quite see the look he gave me, as he once again lowered his cock into my mouth. He groaned again as I slowly closed my mouth around him, and let him pump into me, first fast , then slow, as if he needed to savor the sensation. I was caught in the past and present as I remembered how much I loved to suck his cock. I almost wished he was above me, fucking my face, but he needed to do things his way.

“Open your mouth and wait for it”.

I did as he asked and watched his hand stroke and stroke, and I could see his balls convulsing, I knew his need would be soon.

As if it took him by surprise the first blast of jism hit my face. My eyes shut, as three more times his cum hit me and I knew he liked what he saw.

“Don’t move”.

I stayed where I was, cum dripping, eyes closed, when I heard the click of a camera phone going off in rapid succession, then the soft snick of his zipper and his belt buckled. He left me there, dripping, and I listened to him walk away. I didn’t say a word, I knew he wouldn’t want me to. I let my tongue glide over my lips to taste him, hoping I would get to again. He’d find me. He always does, and I’m always waiting.

I still worked at home two days a week. On those days, my mornings were usually occupied by conference calls and Sheila would leave me alone. The day after the lingerie surprise, someone called a fifteen-minute break during the call, and I headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I heard Sheila’s sex moans from our bedroom and walked in. Sheila had her laptop set up on her makeup table, her feet were on the table, and I could see porn on her monitor. I walked closer and realized that Sheila was working a fairly large dildo in and out of her cunt. In the porn movie that was playing, an older man was fucking a much younger girl as he was calling her a slut and a whore.

Sheila was adding her own dialog, “yes, I am a slut, yes, I am a whore, fuck your whore, fuck your slut like I deserved to be fucked!”

Sheila finally noticed that I was standing there. I expected her to stop in embarrassment, but she looked me in the eye as she continued fucking herself with the dildo. She actually rotated her body so I could have a better view. She came hard, so hard her feet slipped of the table and she crumbled onto the floor, laying on her side in a fetal position. I could see the end of the dildo sticking out of her cunt.

I stepped over to her, pulled the dildo out of her cunt and said, “We’ll talk about this later princess, now lick your toy clean.”

“Yes daddy” she said and began to kick her juices off the dildo.

I still had my business to attend to and when I walked by the bedroom a few minutes later, Sheila was still where I left her but sleeping with the dildo clutched in her hand. I covered her with the comforter and went back to work.

Sheila woke up an hour later and went about her day as normal, doing some laundry and making dinner. After the dinner dishes were in the dishwasher, I asked if she wanted to talk about the morning. Sheila suggested that I get a shower and we can discuss it in bed. She did not seem embarrassed. There were many times I asked her to masturbate for me and she always refused, saying she would be too embarrassed.

When I got into bed, Sheila asked specifically I wanted to talk about.

I was flabbergasted, “How about fucking yourself with a dildo while watching porn?”

“What, are you telling me you never masturbated, or you never watched porn, or is it the idea that I was using a toy?”

Again, I was speechless, “I never seen that type of behavior from you before, where did you get that dildo.”

“I bought the dildo at Valentines yesterday. It really got me off when I saw you watching me. I cannot believe how hard I came.”

“Is that the first time you used it?”

“Of course, not silly, I broke that bad boy in as soon as I got home yesterday. More than once. Remember all those times you asked me to masturbate for you and I said no, I was an idiot.”

She had been playing with my cock during the discussion and my hands had slipped down to her pussy which was very wet. The talk of my wife fucking herself with a dildo multiple times in a day and my cock hard.

“Wait” she said, “let me show you the best part.”

She reached into her bedside table, pulled out the dildo and showed me it had a suction cup on the bottom. She then stuck it to the wall, got on a hands and knees and began to lick it like a cock.

She turned me and said, “Don’t just sit there, fuck my cunt daddy.”

I obeyed. Sheila continued to suck the fake cock as I started fucking her. I was surprised how much of the fake cock she was taking down her throat. Each time I thrust into her, more of the dildo was in her mouth until it could go no further because of the metal bars of the headboard. She had never been able to take me that deep without dry heaving. She had been practicing.

Sheila surprised me again when she shouted out switch. I pulled out as she flipped around, guided the fake cock into her pussy and started licking her juices off my cock. She began to slam herself against the fake cock causing the headboard to slam into the wall. The whole scene was crazy.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her off my cock, lifting her off her hands.

I said, “What does daddy’s little princess want?” I slapped her tits a few times.

“I want to be spit roasted daddy, like a cheap whore.”

I shoved my cock back into her throat and pushed until her nose was pressed against my belly. We fucked like that for over an hour, switching whenever Sheila felt the need. I don’t know how many times she came but I was getting ready and asked her where she wanted it. She laid down on the bed, face up and said she wanted me to come all over my dirty little slut. I obeyed.

Troubling thoughts were running through my mind as I headed off to work the next day. There was plenty of time to think since my morning train was running late. Eventually the railroad basically said fuck it, come back after lunch maybe. There was a morning meeting I ended up calling into from the train station and then headed home. I was surprised escort bayan taksim when I noticed Sheila’s car was gone. I called her she said she had to run into office to close out some paperwork and would be home after lunch.

I took the opportunity to check out her computer. She was not very computer savvy and did nothing to hide her activities. She had been spending a lot of time on porn sites, I mean hours each day. It started shortly after she began working from home. Most of the videos were of old men and young women similar to the one I saw her masturbating to. It looked like they contained a bondage and spanking theme. There were a lot of lesbian videos, most of which involved BDSM.

Sheila was also spending a chunk of time in chat rooms. I could not tell if she was an active participant, it looked more like she was exploring. Her email files contained a number of messages from Sandy at Valentines. These contained nothing but a link to a messaging site and it was the only thing on her computer that needed a password. I tried once and gave up. The messages from Sandy began long before her trip to Valentines to buy the lingerie and a dildo, or did she buy it weeks ago.

I called Sheila’s office on the pretense of needing my dry cleaning picked up. A man answered the phone, and when I asked for Sheila, he told me that the office had been closed for weeks and hung up. If the office had been closed for weeks, then Sheila’s original story about stopping at Valentines on her way home from work was bullshit. I looked at phone tracker and sure enough, Sheila was at Valentines. It was still a workday for me, so I got busy in my home office and tried to focus on work.

Sheila came home a couple of hours later all smiles and very happy. She came into my office carrying a bag from Valentines’. She announced that she brought me a present and pulled out a package of butt plugs in three different sizes. We can try the first one out tonight she added. Then she pulled out a flat leather object that was about a foot long. It was stiff. She slapped against her ass and said it was a slapper, so I didn’t hurt my hand when my princess needed to be disciplined.

Although Sheila’s behaviors were troubling me, we had fun that night with the toys. She had no trouble taking the smallest butt plug, so I worked the medium size one into her ass. I had Sheila on her knees with her hands tied to the headboard. Whenever she tensed up, I used the slapper on her ass cheeks. I let her get accustomed to its size and then started working it in and out. There was some anger in me from her lying and I was releasing it on her ass, which was now a bright cherry red. Sheila was shuddering in orgasm, while telling her daddy to beat his slut’s ass.

My cock also needed some release, so I started fucking her cunt with the butt plug still in her ass. Sheila was moaning how good it felt to have something in her ass and cunt at the same time. I took the slapper and started striking her breasts. Sheila started squirting and soaking the sheets. The harder I slapped her tits, the harder she squirted. I put down the slapper and started pinching and pulling her nipples. Harder and harder I pinched and pulled, and the harder she came. She let out a guttural scream and collapsed on the bed. I had not come yet, so I pulled my cock out, walked to the side of the bed, and jerked off onto her face. I don’t think she noticed at the time.

The bed was a soaking wet mess, so I went to sleep in the guess room. I still had to go to work the next day.

Sometime late morning at work, I received another email with attachment from Sheila. The attached video showed Sheila in a leather outfit that consisted of a short leather skirt with a leather corset with half cup bra. Her tits and ass were still visibly red from the night before. The video froze up and locked up my computer forcing me to shut down and restart my computer. I was not sure whether to restart the video and I put that decision off until after lunch.

When I got back to my desk, the company’s IT guy (Mark) was waiting for me looking very embarrassed. On many occasions we had shared some beers after work, and he had met Sheila at company events and some happy hours.

Mark said, “The attachment your wife sent this morning got hung up in the system and no one could send or receive emails outside the company for an hour. I managed to unclog the system and told my boss it was a hardware issue. Your wife should put her videos on one of the clouds and send you a link. That way our network isn’t trying to download the whole thing at once. I put the video on this thumb drive. You really should not watch that at work. The next two rounds are on you.”

I said, “The next night is on me. Did you watch the video?”

Mark got all embarrassed, looked at the floor and left.

I plug the thumb drive in and started watching the video. Sheila was saying that she was able to get the larger butt plug in her ass. While escort bayan etiler she was talking, the camera panned to her ass, and she was working the large butt plug in and out of her ass. She pushed it all the way in, rolled over onto her back and pushed a dildo into her cunt.

The she said, “Your Princess is ready for you to fuck her virgin ass tonight daddy.”

I was hard as a rock and thinking about jerking off at my desk when something started bothering me about the video. I played it again, pausing it every few minutes. After three times through the video, I finally realized what was bothering me. Someone else was recording my wife fucking her ass and cunt with toys. She had her two hands on her ass when she was working the butt plug in, and the camera panned back showing her whole body when she rolled onto her back. The background was not any of the rooms in our house. A fourth time through the video and I was able to pick up the shadow of the person recording and a third person. My wife was letting someone else record her and while at least one other person was watching.

Something else that Mark said popped into my head. I checked the location of my wife’s phone and sure enough, she was at Valentines. So, I raced home, logged onto my wife’s computer, and pulled up the emails between my wife and Sandy from Valentines. The first email from Sandy contained the simple password. With the password, I was able to open the links and started going through them. The first few contained porn videos like the ones I found on her computer, mostly old men, and young women with a lot of pain and bondage.

I was two weeks into their relationship when Sheila started staring in the videos. She was doing a slow striptease revealing the white lingerie she had worn for me. Eventually she was naked, leaning against a brick wall and started masturbating using her fingers. She was using both hands and licking her fingers, squeezing, and puling on her nipples. Eventually she came and slid down ono the floor. Again, there was at least one other person in the room, operating the camera.

There were a lot of emails, at least one for every day that I went to the office. I skipped a few days and opened another video of her stripping and masturbating. Once she was naked, she laid down on a small cot and started working a dildo into her cunt. Several old men appeared in the frame, standing around her while they were jerking themselves off. Eventually they started coming spraying their come onto my wife’s naked body. Sheila started scooping up the come with her fingers and then licking her fingers clean. At least a half dozen old men came on my wife. Black, white and every color in between but all of them old. The only thing they had in common was age. Sheila removed the dildo from her cunt and started covering it with the men’s come. She tilted her head back and slid the dildo all the way into her mouth and I could see her throat bulge. While she was deep throating the dildo, two young black men came up and added their loads to my wife’s come covered body. Sheila repeated the process, covering the dildo with come and then shoved it into her cunt. She fucked herself like that until she came. I wondered if the two younger men were the film crew.

That theme repeated itself in several other emails. Usually, different men and sometimes different dildoes, some much larger than the one she brought home. Weeks before she brought home the butt plugs, she had been working different dildos in and out of her ass. No wonder the smaller butt plug went in so easy. There were a lot of videos and at least a hundred men came on my wife as she licked their come off her fingers or the dildo. I was fast forwarding through many and at the end of one video something caught my eye. I scanned back a bit and after Sheila’s final orgasm, she rolled off the cot onto her hands and knees and started crawling. The camera panned back and showed a woman sitting in an armchair with her legs draped across the arms and her pussy on display.

As Sheila was crawling over the woman said, “Did my kitten have her fill of old men’s come today.”

“Yes mistress, you know how much I like that.”

“Good, now come here and lick my cunt. You like the taste of my cunt don’t you.”

“Yes mistress, I like the taste of cunt even more than I like the taste of man come.”

The video showed Sheila crawl between the woman’s legs and Sheila started licking her clit. The woman sat back with a smile across her face. Then she grabbed Sheila’ hair and yanked her head down telling Sheila to tongue her ass. The camera angle moved showing Sheila’s tongue slide along her cunt and further south. I’ll assume that is what Sheila was doing, it was hard to tell from the camera angle. As Sheila had her face buried between the woman’s thighs, the woman began rubbing and slapping her clit. Soon, she started spraying the top of Sheila’s head. But the woman yanked Sheila’ head up so that spray was hitting escort bayan çapa Sheila directly in her face and Sheila’s gaping mouth. That ending was in several early videos that I had missed. Just then I heard the garage open, so I shut down her computer, ran to my office and pretended to be working.

I did not know what to do or even who to talk about it with. We made small talk over dinner and when I got out of the shower, Sheila was in bed wearing the leather outfit from the video she had sent me. She asked if I liked the video.

“I said of course I did, but it clogged up something in the company’s network and Mark had to fix it. Do you remember Mark?”

“Yes, he’s the incredibly good-looking IT guy.”

“Well incredibly good looking or not, I am certain he watched the video.”

Sheila’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Did he like it?” she said.

“I don’t know if he liked it. He was incredibly embarrassed talking to me about it. He suggested that in the future, you should upload the video to a cloud and send me a link. Do you know how to do that?”

“Yes, do you think Mark jerked off watching the video?”

Two things here, my wife was always computer illiterate, so I was surprised that she even knew what the cloud was, yet how to upload a video. The bigger issue is that she was thrilled on the idea that Mark had seen her fucking her ass and cunt with toys. I thought she would have died in embarrassment. But instead, she was thrilled and began to rub her tits and cunt.

Sheila rolled onto her knees and said, “Come on daddy, it’s time to fuck my virgin ass.”

I tied her hands to the headboard again, found her dildo with the suction cup and stuck it to the wall. Sheila went right to work, licking and sucking on it. There were three other dildos in the drawer that I had never seen before, including a vibrator.

She looked at me, and said, “at some point tonight, I want you to plug all my holes.”

Sheila already had the large butt plug in her ass which I pulled out and then slid my cock in. It did not take a lot of work and Sheila shuddered on the second thrust.

“That’s it, daddy, fuck your little princess’ virgin ass.”

Thoughts of those men coming all over my wife and the way she scooped up their come and ate it came flashing into my mind. Those thoughts and the way she licked that woman’s pussy and tongued her ass also popped into my head.

“Tell me princess, have you ever been unfaithful to me.”

She paused for a few seconds, enough for me to know what she said next was going to be a lie.

“No daddy, I would never cheat on you.”

I pulled out of her ass, got her laptop, and placed it on the bed in front of her. Then I cued up one of the videos in which the men came all over her. It was a good fifteen minutes long and I went for a shower. When I got back to the bedroom, Sheila was crying and apologizing. Things just got out of hand she said.

The next video included the ending where Sheila licked the woman’s ass and cunt. While that was playing, I shoved the vibrator into Sheila’ cunt and turned it on low. She kept trying to push it out, so I forced a pair of yoga shorts on her to hold the vibrator and but plug in. With Sheila occupied, I packed a week’s worth of clothes and my toiletries into a suitcase and put it by the front door.

The sheets were wet when I got back to our bedroom and Sheila was begging me to turn off the vibrator. I refused. I told her there were a lot of videos I had not seen yet. She begged me to stop and that there was nothing else to see.

I clicked on a video that was more recent. Sheila was the star again, dressed in the same leather outfit she had on now. She was tied to a table and Sandy was fucking her with a strap-on dildo. There were a bunch of old men watching.

Sandy said, “Are you my little slut kitten, my little whore.”

“Yes mistress.” Sheila moaned.

“Good, I want you to prove it. I want you to let my friends come in your mouth. You love their come and it’s a shame to let any go to waste.”

“Yes mistress,” whispered my wife.

The men had been jerking off and the first one stepped up to Sheila’s face and pushed his cock into her mouth. Sheila did not offer any resistance and the man was soon balls deep into her mouth. Sandy pulled Sheila’s hair and ordered her to look at the men as they fucked her face. She also told Sheila she better swallow it all or she would be licking it off the floor. The man grabbed Sheila’s ears and started fucking her face hard. He began to come in her mouth. Some of the come leaked out of her mouth and onto the floor. While the video was playing, I stepped out of the room to make reservations in a local hotel.

When I got back to the room, Sheila was crying and apologizing. She was begging me to turn off the video. I almost relented when the scene shifted. Most of the old men were gone, in their place, Sandy was working her strap-on into Sheila’s mouth.

“Such a good slut,” said Sandy, “just one more task.”

There was an obvious handoff of the camera and then a large black man stepped up behind my wife and started working his cock into her. Sheila was moaning something unintelligible. Sandy stepped back and one of the remaining old men took her place, shoving his cock into Sheila’s mouth.

At least for me, it was strange to see snow in Texas, but here it was. It was mid-February and Maribeth and I were driving from San Antonio to Dallas on I-35.

Actually, the snow was falling pretty fast and I asked Maribeth if she wanted me to drive? She shook her head but I could see that she was tense by the way she was gripping the wheel.

I had flown into San Antonio earlier in the day for a business meeting and I had another scheduled for the following morning in Dallas, hence the reason for being out in such terrible weather.

Even though Maribeth lived in Texas and I in Maryland, we had been lovers off and on for over 25 years. Our initial torrid romance in the early 1960’s had been a casualty of the war in Vietnam, but we had found each other again in 1988 and had begun an affair that was now in it’s second year.

We weren’t making much progress. The road was relatively free of snow, but the visibility was terrible. We were boxed in by Semi’s on both adjacent lanes as well as front and back.

Maribeth and I had been casually talking about her job and mine as well as a lot of miscellaneous stuff, when I happened to mention that the very first time I had cheated on my wife was in a snowstorm.

This got Maribeth’s attention and she immediately wanted to hear more. Actually, I had related to her several occasions when I had had sex with other women. All of these had been related in bed and always in that blissful period after intercourse. We had come to call this “Story Time.” I had never considered that I might be telling one of these under the conditions we now found ourselves, but we certainly weren’t going anywhere, so I began.

I’ve done a lot of trips for a lot of reasons, and to be honest I kind of enjoy traveling, unless of course it is driving through blizzard conditions in Nowheresville Missouri, like I was in 1975. The snow was blowing straight across the interstate so hard I could barely see. but my passenger seemed to be much more nervous.

Amanda was an attorney who worked at a Philadelphia law firm that my company retained when we were acquiring or merging with another company. At forty three she was twelve years my senior, but she still had the body and skin tone of a woman years younger. Hell, sitting in the passenger seat of our rental car, wearing a pair of black spandex slacks and a black turtleneck sweater, she was almost a distraction.

“This sucks!” she said. “Do you think we’re going to make it?”

“We’ll get there.” I said as I stared at the driving snow. “I just won’t guarantee how fast.”

“Damn storm. We’d be there already if we could have flown. Hell we’re moving what, twenty miles an hour?”

“Oh, maybe twenty five when it clears.” I joked.

“Smart ass.” She said, giving me a gentle push on the shoulder.

“Hey, I didn’t schedule this meeting. Seems to me that the law stuff is your area. I just tell you what we want to do, remember?”

“Yeah I remember.” She said smiling at the private joke.

This wasn’t the first time we had worked together and over the last three years we had developed a casual and sometimes unprofessional relationship. Amanda was twice divorced and childless, but she doted on her six nephews and nieces and I had come to know about all of them.

I had assumed the position of Vice President of Business Development at the age of 28, and I had to have been one of the youngest people in the country in that specific line of endeavor. In the unprofessional moments I mentioned, Amanda would sometimes call me “kid,” and I called her “mom.”

The snow continued to worsen, if that were possible, but I wasn’t too worried about hitting anyone, since we appeared to be the only car on the road. Hell, we hadn’t even seen a snow plow in nearly twenty miles and the drifts were starting to get pretty bad. I almost drove right past the exit for Grain Valley, and I was starting to get hungry. I rolled up the snow covered ramp in the deepening gloom hoping for a place to eat.

“Looks like we got Sonic or nothing.” I said as I approached the top of the ramp and could just make out the sonic sign down the road to my left.

“Better than nothing.” Amanda responded with a frown.

“Ok.” I said turning that direction and making my way over the bridge. It only took a few seconds to find the entrance and roll into one of the empty slots by the building. I was almost glad I didn’t have to get out to go inside, but on the other hand I was stiff and really wanted a stretch.

We ordered some food and I leaned my seat back to stretch myself for a while before the car hop, bundled in a heavy coat, brought out our meal. I asked where she’d left her skates, but all I got back was a nasty face.

“I’m surprised you’re even open.” I said to her as I took the bag and cups.

“Gotta be. With the highway closed we’re about the only place left to eat.”

“Huh? The highway’s closed?” I asked, startled.

“Yeah, they closed I-70 almost an hour ago. fulya escort The plows can’t keep the road open.”

“You headed east or west?”

“West.”

“Uh uh. Closed all the way to Kansas City, Might as well try to find a room if you can. ‘Bout the only place is Kelly’s. I hear the Red Roof Inn is full up.”

“Kelly’s?”

“Uh huh. Just over there. It’s little but the rooms are nice.”

“Ok thanks! I appreciate the info.” I called as she turned and ran back toward the building in the blowing snow. “Well, that explains the lack of traffic. I guess we better see if we can get some rooms.”

“This isn’t good. We’re supposed to be in Topeka tomorrow at eight.”

“So we’ll get up early and head in. Once they get the road cleared we can be there in about another two hours.”

“Ok.” She said with a disgusted look on her face.

I let her hold the bag of food while I backed out and headed for the small hotel the car hop had pointed us toward. We pulled up in front of the long brick building and stopped under the overhang. We bundled up in our coats against the blowing snow. “Ready?” I asked before jumping out and making my way around to the front door. I pulled it open for Amanda and ducked in behind her.

“Hi folks, what can I do for you?” A cheery heavy set lady behind the counter asked.

“We need a couple rooms.” I answered.

“Well, we got one left.” She said, “I’m afraid that’s all there is. Last time I called over to the Red Roof they were booked.”

“We’ll take it.” Amanda said quickly. “I don’t plan on sleeping in the car!” she said to me somewhat crossly.

“It’s no smoking.” The lady said quietly as she put the papers on the counter for Amanda to sign.

“That’s ok. We don’t smoke. Unless you count her bad temper.” I joked, receiving a cross look from Amanda as she signed the paper and gave the lady her credit card.

“You sure think this is funny.” Amanda said. “I hope you still think its funny when you’re sleeping on the sofa.”

“Oh there’s no sofa.” The lady behind the counter said innocently.

“Well, this is getting interesting,” I heard Maribeth say as she changed lanes to get out from behind a truck that was spattering our windshield.” I paused for a moment to pick up the thread of the story, and then continued.

“Damn.” Amanda muttered as she took back her credit card and stuffed it into her wallet.

“Here you go. Room 11. Just down the side here.” The lady said as she handed the key to Amanda.

“Thank you.” Amanda said politely before turning and glaring at me. I really wondered what I had done wrong. I followed her back out into the snow and opened the car door for her before running around to my side and jumping in. It only took a moment to find the room and park in front of it. Amanda grabbed the food bag and I grabbed the drinks and followed her to the small door while she unlocked it.

We stepped into a quiet warm room with a single queen size bed, a small dresser and a TV. Yep, there was no sofa. “Well, it looks better than nothing!” I said as I surveyed the small room. “We better eat while it’s hot.”

“I suppose.” Amanda said, setting the bag down on the dresser and pulling the food out. We ate in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. “I guess it could be a lot worse. I could be sharing the room with someone a whole lot less interesting.” She finally said.

“Yep, or you could be sleeping in the car. That would be fun.”

Amanda’s expression said that she didn’t share my opinion that it “would be fun”

l got up and went back to the car to get the bags which I hauled back into the room. “I don’t know about you but I’m stiff as a board,” I said as I stretched.

“I’m not surprised. You’ve been hunched over that wheel for what, three hours now, staring into that snow? I don’t know how you do it.”

With dinner finished, I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. “No dial tone, the lines are probably down,” I said. With little else to do, the two of us settled back on the bed and turned on the TV. Since she was paying the bills I let her have the run of the remote, and she settled on some comedy movie called “Car Wash”. At first it seemed like any other B comedy, until the first half naked woman came running through the bushes.

From the driver’s seat, I heard Maribeth state, “I saw that movie once.I don’t remember naked girls, but it was pretty funny.”

Back in Kelly’s, I wasn’t sure if it was the temperatures in the room or the movie or a bit of both, but long before the movie was over I was beginning to sweat.

The thermostat on the wall was set at 70, but it seemed to me that the room was a lot hotter than that. I tossed off my long sleeved shirt, leaving me only in a T-shirt. Amanda was still wearing her turtleneck sweater, and I imagined that she wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, so she had to be getting warm.

Actually, my fantasies were starting to kick in. As feriköy escort Maribeth knew, my sexual relationship with my wife had hit an iceberg because of a very traumatic miscarriage she had survived. That, combined with an already lower than average libedo, had resulted in long stretches of unwelcome celibacy, and I would be lying if I told you that I hadn’t considered looking for satisfaction elsewhere. But I was firm that “elsewhere” wouldn’t be with anyone who worked at my company. I wasn’t going there.

Of course Amanda didn’t technically work at my company, but when we were together, she certainly was working for it. I thought this was a tricky gray area and I was mentally balancing the arguments in my mind as I looked at Amanda, wondering what was actually under that sweater.

It was only a few minutes later that I heard her say, “whew, it’s getting warm in here. I’m going to shower and change into something cooler.” With that she climbed off the bed and opened her suitcase. When she bent over, her spandex pants clung to her butt and I was treated to a great view of her round feminine ass.

As Amanda dug into her suitcase, she glanced over and caught me staring at her.

“Gary……!”

I lowered my eyes in embarrassment and I could feel my face redden.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to….” I stammered apologetically.

“Had it been someone else I might have been upset, but from you, well… I’ll consider it a compliment!” She responded, then she turned back to her suitcase.

Amanda pulled out a few things; I think panties, a bra and some clothes that I assumed were pj’s. Then, giving me a look I hadn’t seen before she took everything and headed toward the bathroom.

Ten seconds later I got the surprise of my life. Amanda closed the bathroom door, but not all the way, there was still about a 12″ gap when she started undressing. From where I was sitting I could see the one bowl vanity and the large mirror that was set into the wall above. While I couldn’t see directly into the bathroom, I could see most of it reflected in the mirror.

I sat in stunned silence as the mirror image of Amanda pulled the bottom of her turtleneck up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra above the waist. She bent over and removed her low heels and then, still bent, skimmed her spandex pants off, pulling her legs out of the stretched material.

I tried to think why Amanda would be so seemingly careless with the door. Surely she had to know that I could still see her. These deep thoughts were interrupted when her hand reached behind her back and unclipped the small clasp of her bra. Even though the fabric still covered her nipples, I had an excellent view of her bare globes in a side view. Amanda then turned and I was only looking at her back when she leaned forward and shucked the bra off her shoulders and skinned her black panties down her legs.

Now totally naked, she took a step to her right, turned on the shower and after a few seconds began to step into the tub, but before she did she looked into the mirror and clearly saw me staring at her in the reflection. I think I saw a smile just before the door was closed.

“Damn!” I muttered to myself. Did I just see what I thought I saw? I heard the water running and I knew that in a few minutes Amanda was going to come out of the bathroom. What the hell was I going to do then?

I was aware that Amanda wasn’t the only one that needed a shower. I had been sweating for the past hour and the three hours of tense driving through a semi blizzard before hadn’t helped. I was a little ripe and I knew it. With this thought, the germ of a plan began to form in my mind. If one can play this game, then so can two.

I got what I needed from my bag and had just finished when Amanda emerged from the bathroom. She had on a long pink nightshirt that dropped to mid thigh and she had wrapped her hair in one of the towels. She pulled back the covers on the queen bed and crawled underneath.

“My turn,” I said, heading for the bathroom. The mirror was still partially steamed from Amanda’s shower, so I made it a point to wipe it clean. Then partially closing the bathroom door, I began to undress. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amanda looking at my reflection in the mirror exactly as I had seen her fifteen minutes earlier.

Though I was now 33, I was in the best shape of my life. I had just completed my third marathon two weeks earlier and that, combined with regular workouts, had resulted in a hard body with almost no fat.

Just as Amanda had done, I stripped down to nothing, but unlike her I had begun getting an erection. It was not yet hard, but it was firm enough that there was no mistaking my state of arousal.

I really hadn’t actually seen Amanda’s tits except in a brief flash in profile just before she closed the door, and while I had a good view of her butt, I hadn’t seen her pussy, so I couldn’t say whether beykent escort it was bald or hairy.

A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that I had Amanda’s undivided attention. While she was holding the TV remote, her eyes weren’t looking in that direction, they were looking at me. I decided to up the ante. I too reached to shut the bathroom door, but in doing so I gave Amanda a full frontal view.

This time I wasn’t looking at a reflection in the mirror. I was looking directly at her, and open mouthed, she was looking directly at me. I shut the door slowly and stifled a laugh as I slid under the hot needles in the shower.

There was only bar soap, no shampoo, so I used it on everything. I shaved and scrubbed my hair. I wore it a lot longer than when I was in the army, but by the fashion of 1977, it was still considered short. Now squeeky clean, I turned the water up as hot as I could stand for a few minutes and then finished with a minute of cold. I was braced. All of the tension and fatigue of the day disappeared down the drain.

I slipped on a clean pair of running shorts and that was it. My erection was still discernible as a bulge and I elected not to wear a shirt. When I opened the door, I saw that Amanda had turned off most of the lights in the room, so as I emerged I was aware that I was probably just a silhouette in the bathroom’s backlight. I paused for a moment, and then stepped toward the bed.

The next few minutes will be burned in my memory forever.

As I slid in and sat next to Amanda, I immediately noticed that she had unbuttoned her nightshirt to at least her waist. In her sitting position, the fabric fell away from her shoulder and the full globe of her right breast was clearly exposed. She was blessed with pretty pink areola and her nipple appeared to be in some degree of arousal.

She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I looked at her and didn’t say anything either, but my mind was busy contemplating the question; “Amanda, what are you doing?”

Fast forward fourteen years to the car trying to navigate a snowstorm on I-35, I reminded Maribeth that throughout my life I had two councilor’s who helped me make tough decisions. Usually I heeded the advice of the little angel on my right shoulder who I credited for most of my successes, but truthfully she was a bit of a prude. I listened to the little devil on my left shoulder less often, but he had initiated some of the most memorable episodes I had experienced in my young life.

Back in the hotel room, the angel, as I expected, whispered “don’t do it.” The little devil said, “How much more obvious does she have to be?”

Without a word, I slipped one arm around Amanda and pulled her face to mine for our first kiss. I thought is was a perfect compromise between a nervous, “please don’t slap me for this,” and a passionate “I want to fuck you” kiss. Apparently, I had gauged it correctly because Amanda just sort of melted. Emboldened, my free hand reached in and cupped her soft tit.

It was the first female breast I had held for several weeks and I hoped I wasn’t being too enthusiastic. I squeezed her, and pinched her nipple. I slid my hand underneath and hefted her boob to gauge its weight. I pressed it and would have kissed it had my lips not been fully occupied elsewhere.

We had passed some trucks and had found ourselves out of traffic for a while. Maribeth looked in my direction for just a second, then turned her eyes back to the road. To my amazement she undid the top four buttons of her blouse and pulled one side away which fully exposed her left boob. As usual, when we were together, she was braless. Her request was simple, “show me.”

I turned in my seat, and cupped her breast. When she felt my contact, Maribeth gave out a nice “hummmmm, that feels wonderful.” She made me go back and relate all over again what I had done with Amanda’s tits, while demonstrating on her own.

I had gotten into bed with Amanda on the left side of the bed, but truthfully I’m a right handed lover and I prefer to explore with my right hand. When I broke our kiss and began to get out of bed, I could see Amanda’s eyes open in confusion. I put a finger to my lips and quickly walked around to the other side of the bed. I shooed Amanda over some, removed one of the two pillows she’d been using and slipped back in next to her. We were now lying facing each other rather than sitting so it was easy to slip my left arm under Amanda’s head and use my natural right hand under her nightshirt.

We resumed our kiss and my fondling, but this time on her opposite boob. Of course I had to repeat the examination on Amanda’s left tit in the same way I had previously done on the right one. I was pleased to note that there seemed to be no deformity that I needed to report.

Maribeth laughed at this last comment. “Oh, so you were performing a medical examination as a public service, were you?” I squeezed Maribeth’s nipple in retaliation for such an impertinent remark and I was rewarded with a little, “oooh.”

We had been kissing for a while and they had been steadily moving up on the passion scale, finally moving into the red when I first felt Amanda’s tongue slip against my lips. I immediately responded in kind, and a few seconds later we were both doing some mouth exploration.

Author’s Notes:

‘A Shepherd’s Crook’ is the fourth book in the Chronicles of Ben Shepherd. The chronological order of the stories is:

The Shepherd of Ashburn Court – Parts 1 – 5
A Shepherd in France – Parts 1 a new kind of pressure switch with incredible durability and a projected lifecycle of millions of trips before failure, a new temperature sensor that could be used in high G or impact environments, and finally, a miniature sound suppression technology that required no external power source. These could be used in humble ways to improve life, but none were splashy or particularly noticeable. Ben just smiled about that as he added the small prototypes to the trophy cabinets in his office. Evelyn was thrilled to see her name on the small description cards under the title Assistant.

The General was pleased with the return on his investment, as his development teams immediately found uses for these inventions, so that was a bonus.

When he was finally capable of walking around and could last more than a few hours before his body forced him back to bed, Rain threw an engagement party for Karen, Jayden, Penny, and Frank.

The entire neighborhood attended and had a wonderful time. Ben called in all his food truck friends to cater the event, and Hector was DJ for the dance party. The foreman said it was the least he could do for his favorite employee of their new business venture.

Karen and Penny covered Ben’s face with kisses for the approval of their mates and the beautiful diamonds in their spectacular rings. Ben noticed the ring’s bands were embedded with tiny diamonds which he hadn’t supplied. He believed this was Jahal’s way of apologizing to him for the slip up with Lucy’s surprise. He didn’t tell his daughters that. He just praised their rings and watched their eyes glow with joy.

While incapacitated, he’d managed to get the Klein Group to complete the selection process for Berlin, Paris, London, and New York. He arranged for them to fly in the Sky Shepherd premiere jet once more but learned that Robin had unfortunately moved on.

Ben let Louis know that Ed would be his proxy in terms of Engineering approval. The younger man was very pleased to hear that.

Speaking of Ed, he’d come to visit Ben with Grace and his daughters in tow. They spent a wonderful afternoon watching the girls and Christopher playing in the tower, and Ed enjoyed playing with Sam and Gretchen. Christopher and the triplets were exhausted afterward and barely managed to eat during the lovely dinner Tina and Lucy hosted.

Just a week ago, Chanel met with Shelly and gave her the bad news that one of the victims they’d found in the excavated cellar was her missing sister, Patty. That evening, Trish brought Shelly over for an evening of cuddling with Ben, and he told her he’d decided to build a contemplation garden over the spot once the new home was built. It brought the woman to tears once more, but she loved the idea as Patty loved nature and would have treasured this.

When the doorbell rang, it jarred Ben from his reflections, and he slid forward in his chair to answer it, but Tina popped to her feet and pressed a hand against his chest to make him stay as Lucy stood and rushed to the door.

Ben gave Tina a stern look. “I’m capable of answering a door, you know.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Sunday is Pamper Ben Day.”

He slid back but grabbed Tina under her arms to pull her with him, stretching her out over his body. She squeaked in surprise, then found her lips being caressed by his. The squeak turned into a moan, then another squeak as he pulled back şişli escort to look into her eyes. “You’re making every day Pamper Ben Day! Too much pampering!”

Catherine was grinning at them from the doorway, with Chanel smiling at her elbow. Lucy helped Tina to stand, and Ben got to his feet. Before Lucy could get away, he grabbed her for a quick kiss that left her flustered and squirming.

“I’ll deal with you two naughty ladies later,” he whispered to them, and their excited smiles flashed at him.

Ben walked over to hug and kiss Cat when she tilted her face up to him. Chanel settled for a hug.

“Time for a change,” Tina said as she carried Sam from the room, but the boy got kisses from the two ladies, as did Gretchen in Lucy’s arms.

“Would you like to take a seat?” Ben asked, and they nodded and followed him back into the living room. They sat side by side on the sofa as Ben settled back into his chair. “I’m beginning to feel trapped in this chair.”

“Really?” Cat said with a skeptical look.

Ben shrugged. “A little stir crazy, then. I think I’d go mad if it wasn’t for my walks around the court.”

“We were just checking in to see how you’re doing and to let you know everything is on track for opening the first Shepherd Foundation Headquarters in January. The renovations and construction on the buildings downtown are ahead of schedule, and I’ve been given assurances they’ll be done this month.”

“That’s great news. I assume Trish is pretty excited about the opening?” Ben asked.

“She’s ready. It will be great to say we actually have one of the Foundations open. We’re planning to get the rest of them open next summer if all goes well,” Cat said with a smile.

He looked to Chanel. “Any more thoughts on that position I offered to you?”

Chanel nodded. “The company I arranged to handle security in the interim is doing a good job. I really want to finish this case for Shelly.” Her expression became frustrated. “Grace has tied a number of people to the purchase of the home, but we have no evidence of them actually visiting the house. Not even that weasel Marion Spencer. When I questioned him, do you know what he did? He laughed at me. He said I had no evidence he was ever there. He also said he’d never see the inside of a prison cell because of his dialysis. The bastard dismissed me with a fuck off.”

Ben frowned. “That must have been very frustrating.”

Chanel sighed. “Yes, but I will see justice served,” she insisted, and Cat gave her a hug which made her smile. She turned that smile on Ben. “It’s great you have the Sergeant at this end of the street with cameras pointed everywhere and the Spa at the other end pointing camera this way, but that didn’t exist back then. I don’t even see any neighborhood watch signs.”

Ben chuckled as that brought up a memory for him. “Our neighborhood watch moved away, and I bought his home.”

Cat looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“You remember Barry Walker? He lived in the home next to Beth’s. The man lived by his front window with a pair of binoculars,” Ben said with a grin. “He always knew when I was raking leaves and came out to do his just as I’d be finishing mine so I could help him with his yard. Shoveling snow, too.”

Chanel was watching Ben with interest. “Do you still keep in touch with him? Maybe he saw someone at the home?”

Ben looked at her in surprise. “Oh! I haven’t spoken to him since I bought the property. He moved to Florida so his wife could be closer to her sister. I have his email address if you want to reach taksim escort out to him.”

She smiled and nodded, so Ben looked up the message from Barry offering him the house. He clicked the Reply button again and added Chanel’s email to the CC line. Then, he added a brief message to Barry saying Chanel would like to ask him about the occupants of Fourteen Ashburn Court before the Wilsons moved in. He hit send. “There you go. I did an intro so he’d know who you were. Hopefully, he’s still using this account.”

“Thanks, Ben! Every little bit helps!” Chanel said with a pleased smile as she saw the message in her e-mail inbox.

“Any news about Tatiana?” Cat asked.

Ben’s smile faded. “No. It’s like she stepped off the surface of the planet.”

“That’s good, right?” Cat asked.

Chanel frowned as she didn’t agree. “No, it’s not. If she wasn’t willing to fulfill her deal with the General, she belongs behind bars as restitution for the people she killed.”

Cat looked at Ben. “She wouldn’t come back to finish what she tried to do?” she asked nervously.

He frowned and shook his head. He’d talked with Liliya, who explained how Tatiana could have spared him but didn’t.

But he vividly recalled the look of horror on her face when she did it.

“My concern is what damage she might do while on the run. People are hunting for her, but she’s no easy target. She won’t go easy on them, and each kill will make it worse for her,” Ben said quietly.

“Ben, you did everything you could for her. Sometimes it just isn’t in your power to rescue them,” Chanel said.

Ben looked into her eyes, surprised by her gentle comment, then nodded.

“What’s next on your to-do list?” Cat asked.

“New York,” he said as a small smile returned. “I promised Ashley a trip to the Big Apple, and I also promised Phil DeMonte I’d visit and see how his movie is progressing, so I’m doing both together. We leave tomorrow night.”

“Lucky lady!” Catherine said, then pouted playfully at Chanel. “You never take me to New York!”

Chanel snorted and hugged the beauty at her side. “I will take you anywhere you wish to go.”

“Take me to brunch downtown!” Cat cheered and threw her arms around Chanel.

Blushing sweetly, the brunette stood and pulled Cat to her feet. “On that note, we will bid you a good day. Thanks again for the contact with Mr. Walker.”

Cat pranced over to Ben’s chair and stretched her body over his as she’d seen him do to Tina.

Then she kissed him.

It was a damn good kiss, and Ben was left with a sizeable problem when she pulled back.

“Mmmm, we need to do more of that sometime soon,” she purred and ran a fingertip along the ridge she’d left in his pants.

Ben gave her and Chanel a flustered look, and Chanel just shook her head at her wife’s nature. She was no longer nervous about Ben stealing her away. She’d finally managed to put that fear behind her as keeping those negative feelings just hurt their relationship. She trusted Catherine and knew Ben wouldn’t do anything to hurt either of them. That’s all there was to it.

“We won’t take any more of your time. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Catherine said to him.

“Thanks for visiting! Have a good day,” Ben said to them as he managed to get to his feet and adjusted his pants.

He followed them to the door and waved as they left.

Lucy joined him at the door and looked down. She grinned. “Ooo! Did Catherine leave a present for me?”

“Where’s Tina and the kids?” he asked.

“In the playroom out back,” Lucy beşiktaş escort said with a knowing smile.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand to pull her down the hallway to the master bedroom.

Once the door was closed, Lucy wasted no time dropping to her knees before him. She undid his pants and tugged them down to his knees. His heavy cock swung into view, and she wrapped her fingers around it.

“Fuck!” Ben gasped. That doubled in volume when she stroked the length of his cock from balls to tip with her tongue.

When she ran her tongue around the thick head, his hips involuntarily thrust forward a little, and she smiled up at him. She didn’t make him wait any longer as she opened her lips and accepted him into her hot mouth and down her throat.

“Oh my god!” Ben choked out as the sensation of her taking all of him was indescribably good.

She pulled him out until her lips caught the head in her mouth. She stroked that with her tongue, then plunged forward again, driving him into her throat.

Ben’s eyes were beginning to roll back as it felt too good. Lucy paused on the next downstroke, and Ben opened his eyes to see her staring at the new scar on his belly. Her eyes flicked up to look into his, and he saw the shadow of her fear. He reached down, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. She moaned at his passion and clung to him. Once she’d turned to putty in his hands, he laid her over the end of the bed, ass up, and roughly pulled her yoga pants down. She sucked in a sharp breath in surprise, then slapped her hands over her mouth as Ben used his mouth and tongue on her wet pussy. She almost shrieked from the spike of pleasure. Then he was behind her driving his cock deep into her. He set up a steady but fast stroke, and Lucy clung to the sheets like her life depended on it. He was almost brutal in his need for her, and she was in heaven. His heavy balls slapped her clit as he hammered her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck, Ben! I’m coming!” she squeaked between strokes.

He was right there as well and ground his body against hers as they erupted together.

Her hands were back over her mouth once more to smother her screams as the bliss obliterated her thoughts.

They remained connected and breathing hard until they returned to their senses.

“Oh… Ben. That was… so good.”

He smiled.

After he pulled free, he sat on the end of the bed and affectionately stroked her bare ass.

“Mmmm, you’re going to get me going again,” she moaned.

“And that would be bad?” he asked.

“No, it would be wonderful, but tonight please, with Tina.”

Ben smiled. “I like how you think.” He looked down at his erection which wasn’t getting the message.

“Uh, speaking of Tina, could you send her in so I can show her my appreciation for all the pampering, too.”

Lucy burst into giggles and grinned at him. She ducked into the bathroom for a moment, then rushed out of the room.

He quickly stripped and cleaned himself up in the bathroom, then heard the bedroom door open and close with a thump.

“Ben?”

He rushed out and grabbed the petite beauty. She squealed in surprise as he rolled them onto the bed. She was on his chest once more when he stopped, panting with excitement. He pulled her up until he could kiss her lips, and she moaned softly. They kissed for a few minutes, and her breathing sped up as she became more and more excited. He marveled at how small she felt yet how much passion she contained as she ground her pelvis against his thick cock.

She looked down at him with dreamy eyes when she pulled back from his lips. “I thought you would deal with us naughty ladies tonight.”

Ben snorted softly. “That was my plan, but Catherine got me charged up as she left.”

Tina’s eyes fluttered closed as her hips rolled sensually, pressing his heat against her pussy through her yoga pants. “Mmm, I must thank her later.”

It was already approaching midnight and I was still wide awake and couldn’t sleep. My husband and I already had mind-blowing sex earlier, in fact he’s already fast asleep, but somehow, I couldn’t doze off. I thought that after 2 intense orgasms, I would be sleeping like a baby, but I guess I was wrong. So, I decided to go through some Harvard Business Review articles with the intent of learning something new, and more importantly trying to bore myself to sleep. As I went through an article on automation and artificial intelligence, I got a surprise message on social media from an old friend of mine, Derrick.

I knew Derrick from around 20 years back when we worked for the same company. We both worked under the finance organization, and we developed a close professional and personal relationship. I always enjoyed his company, since he was a consummate professional, and he carries around a mysterious aura that always intrigued me. He left the company after around 5 years, and during his sendoff party, I ended up having a one-night stand with him. I was fresh from a break-up that time and he kept me company almost daily while I mourned from the failed relationship, which eventually led to that passionate evening of amazing sex after his party.

We kept in touch even after he migrated to another country, but it has been a few years since I last heard from him, so getting a message from him late in the evening was a surprise. I decided to engage him in a conversation since I couldn’t sleep anyway, and after a quick check on how each of us were doing, he told me that he just flew in a couple of hours ago and will be flying to his hometown the day after tomorrow to visit his folks. He asked me if there was any chance we could meet tomorrow to catch up, and that’s when I learned that he was staying at the hotel just across my office building. I must admit I was excited to see him after a long time, so we agreed to meet for breakfast and catch up. He gave me his mobile number and requested me to call him in the morning to make sure he doesn’t oversleep and be late for our meet up.

The following morning, I went through my morning routine of preparing the kids’ stuff for school before fixing myself for work. Since it was a Friday, it was date night with my husband, and it has been our custom that he chooses what I wear on date nights. I allow him to choose my wardrobe for me as long as he keeps it business appropriate since it was still a workday. Today, he picked a black dress that hugged my body nicely (but still appropriate for work) and with a hem line that rested a few inches above my knees. He also picked a pair of black, lace bra and thongs to go with my dress, and he capped it off with my 4-inch stiletto. I honestly loved his picks because they not only make me look and feel beautiful, but it also tells me that he plans to fuck me good again after our date.

My husband dropped me off at my office earlier than usual as traffic was relatively lighter than normal. I decided to check my email first, then at around 7:45 AM, I decided to call Derrick as we planned to meet at 8. He did not pick up my call, so I got the feeling that he was still sleeping. I tried to call a few more times but all went unanswered, so I assumed we will not push through with the plans and instead I started working.

At around 8:05 AM, my phone started ringing and it was Derrick. He apologized a lot of times as he just woke up and is late for our meet up. He asked if I could meet him in 30 min as he needs to shower and dress up, but it won’t be possible as I had a 9 AM meeting and 25 minutes would be cutting it too close. He sounded disappointed, and I felt the same as I was looking forward to seeing him, so I suggested that I just pick up coffee from Starbucks and maybe bring it to his room. He was delighted with my suggestion but asked me a couple of times if it was okay for me to do that. I said I didn’t mind at all, so he gave me his room number and I went across the street to grab us both a cup of coffee. Little did I know that my small gesture of kindness would lead to a day full of hot sex with Derrick.

I got to Derrick’s room at around 8:15 AM, luckily Starbucks wasn’t so busy yet when I fetched our coffee. He grabbed the coffee from me and placed it on the desk, then he started staring at me with the same glow as he did the last time we saw each other, then he gave me a nice hug. I hugged him back as I was really happy to see him, then he once again looked at me and said that I still looked very pretty and that I aged gracefully. I knew I blushed a bit as my face felt a bit warm, then before I could thank him for the compliment, Derrick lunged forward and kissed me on the lips. I got surprised and froze a bit, then he held my face gently and kissed me once more.

“Hmmm, aren’t we supposed to have coffee? I need to leave in like 35 minutes.” I said, rather awkwardly.

“Do you recall the last time we were in a room together?” He asked, completely ignoring my statement about us having coffee.

“Oh, come on! That was more mecidiyeköy escort than a decade ago! We were young and…. stupid.”

“That was one hell of a night! Do you agree?”

“Hmmm, yeah, it was great that time!”

“Yeah, we had amazing sex that night!”

I remained silent, probably flushed as I was both embarrassed and giddy with the memories of that evening. As I froze in front of Derrick, he pulled me close to him until my body pressed against his, then he started kissing me again. This time, I started kissing him back, and when I did, I felt his hand start to feel my tits and my ass.

“Derrick, I can’t! I need to go back to the office soon.” I said in between breaths.

“It’s still early, we have time.” He responded as he pulled my dress up and cupped my thong-covered ass.

He then turned me around and bent me over the desk, then he started sliding the straps of my dress down my shoulders to expose my lace bra. He unclasped my bra rather easily then he started fondling and teasing my stiff nipples. After fondling my tits for a while, he pulled my thongs down my legs and completely took them off. He then slid his finger between my thighs and felt how wet my pussy was already.

“Oooh, just as wet as the last time!” he said as I heard him unzip the fly of his shorts. He gave my pussy a few more rubs, then I felt his cock slide inside my cunt very slowly, making me gasp for air and moan in pleasure.

“Oh my God! Your pussy still feels as good as before!” he whispered to my ear as he slowly slid in and out of me. He then wrapped one arm around my tits to cup them, while his other hand gently turned my face so he could kiss me as he fucked me from behind. I was moaning with every thrust he did while he kept on telling me how good my pussy felt around his cock. Although I was enjoying the feeling of his cock fucking me, I was so conscious of the time as I cannot afford to be late for my 9 AM meeting, so I kept telling him that I had to go back soon in between my moans.

I saw Derrick glance at his watch before telling me that he still had 10 minutes with me. He moved his hands from my tits and face to my hips, then he started to increase the pace of his thrusts. My moans started getting louder as he fucked me harder, and the memories of the night we last had sex started flashing back in my head. My mind drifted away from the moment until I heard Derrick grunting and asking me if he could cum inside my pussy. Before I can say yes, I felt a warm gush of jizz coat the wall of my pussy, and I cooed like a baby with the sensation it brought to my loins. He kept his cock inside me for a few more seconds, before slowly pulling it out of my cunt.

The clock by the TV now read 8:52 AM so I kind of panicked and hurriedly put my bra on and pulled my dress down to cover my ass and pussy. I knew I didn’t have time to clean up so I scrambled to look for my thongs in the pile of sheets on the bed so I can put them back on when I get the chance to clean up at the office.

“Looking for this?” Derrick asked as he dangled my thong in front of me.

“Yeah! Give it to me. I need to go now!” I said rather frantically.

“Nah! Maybe you can just claim it later during your lunch break?”

“Stop fooling around, Derrick! I need to run!”

“Go! I’m not stopping you! I’ll see you later then!” He said with a naughty grin on his face.

I was left with no choice but to ride along with his silly plan, so I walked hurriedly back to the office with his cum dripping down my inner thighs. I got to my desk just in time for my meeting, which means that I had to endure having Derrick’s gooey cum in my pussy and thighs until this 2-hour meeting ends. I did my best to concentrate on the presentation, and I think I did well as I was able to get the praises of my management. The meeting leader called for a 10-minute break about an hour into the meeting, and I grabbed this chance to go to the ladies’ room and wash off Derrick’s cum from my pussy and thighs. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how much cum he left inside me, but I had to shake of the thought as I had to go back to the meeting room already.

I was more relaxed for the second half of my meeting since I no longer have to worry about cum dripping out of my pussy, but also since I was done with my presentation already. As I did my best to focus on the meeting, I couldn’t help but get distracted a couple of times as Derrick was sending me messages on my phone to ask what time I would come over for lunch and what time I had to be back in the office. I told him that the earliest I can go is 11:30 AM but had to leave at 12:45 PM as I had another set of marathon meetings in the afternoon that start at 1 PM. He said that he was looking forward to seeing me, and that we can have 15 minutes for lunch, and 1 hour for sex. I just ignored his message, but deep inside I felt horny, and my pussy started to get moist at the thought of shagging during my lunch break.

I finished etiler escort my work a bit earlier than expected and I found myself excited and looking forward to going back to Derrick’s hotel room. When I got there, I saw that he had ordered sandwiches for lunch, and I teased him by saying that he ordered those instead of full meals since he really wanted a quick lunch. He told me that he wanted to have sex more than to eat lunch but was being considerate as I might be hungry already. I gave him a friendly slap on his arm before taking my seat to have lunch with Derrick. True to his plan, we were done eating in less than 15 minutes, and as soon as I finished chewing my last bite, he asked me to hop into his bed so we can “start the fun part.” I took of my heels off and sat on his bed, while he cleaned the desk and disposed our food wrappers.

“I suggest you take your dress off also. You don’t want it getting wrinkled, don’t you?” he suggested.

“Why, I’m just here to claim my thong. No need to undress for that.” I said, playing a bit hard to get.

“Hmmm, you will have to earn It back. So, it’s your choice, either you undress now, or risk going back to work with a wrinkled dress. I don’t mind fucking you with your dress on!” he responded as he stripped down to his boxers.

The dominant tone he had sent my cunt gushing almost instantly. I stood up and took my dress off, and as I handed it to him so he could hang it, he asked me to take my bra off as well. I tossed my bra on the desk, and I lay on the bed stark naked as he hung my dress on the closet. When he joined me on the bed, he immediately went on top of me and started kissing me passionately. He kissed me on the lips, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth which I reciprocated by meeting his tongue with mine. He then moved to kiss my earlobes, and as he kissed me there, he started whispering that he had always fantasized about sleeping with me again after our one-night stand, and that he envies my husband for being able to make love to me as much as he wants.

I was just moaning and breathing heavily as Derrick kissed and whispered things to my ear. He then started to slide down until he reached my stiff nipples. He started gently sucking and nibbling on my nipples, and as he did, he continued telling me that he would give everything to be able to suck on my tits every day. He cupped and fondled my tits while he sucked and licked my nipples, and this made my breathing even heavier as the pleasure started to mount. After spending a good amount of time on my nipples, he slid down to lick my belly button, then he went further down until his tongue landed on my swollen clitoris.

Derrick continued pinching and tweaking my nipples while his tongue played with my cunt and clit. He would lick me from my ass up to my clit, then he would stop there to suck on it, then would lick me back down up to my ass crack. He repeatedly did this until my body started to shiver, and my back started arching involuntarily. After a couple more licks to my pussy, I started to convulse uncontrollably as I exploded into a powerful orgasm. I was panting and gasping for air as he continued to lick me while my body shook and spasmed, and in between moans and pants, I was able to ask him to put his cock inside my pussy.

Derrick stood up and pulled his boxers down to let loose his hard cock. I was anticipating him to penetrate me already, but instead he lay flat on his back and asked me to suck his cock. As I took my place between his legs, he mentioned that he would like to feel how good I suck cock as he never had the chance to get a blowjob from me before. That’s when I recall that we were so horny that night that we skipped foreplay, so I told myself that I would give him a blowjob he will never forget.

I started by licking him from the base of his scrotum, lightly teasing his asshole with light rimming, then I slowly licked and gently sucked his balls. I then started licking the length of his rod slowly, before wrapping my lips tightly around the head of his cock, then slowly going down on it as deep as I could. When I got his entire cock inside my mouth, I flicked my tongue against his balls which immediately made him grunt in pleasure. I then shifted from doing a corkscrew and rubbing motion with my tongue to pleasure his cock, ang he was squirming and grunting in ecstasy. As I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, he kept telling me that this was the best head he has ever had. I kept sucking on his cock until he was the one who told me to stop and asked me to ride his cock.

I slowly crawled up on top of Derrick, but before I put his cock inside my pussy, I teased him first by dangling my small tits in front of his face which he immediately started to suck on. As he tugged on my stiff nipples with his lips, I gently stroked his cock and guided it towards my moist cunt, then I gradually lowered myself down his cock until he was balls-deep inside of me. He then grabbed me by my nape and pushed my head down so ortaköy escort he could once again kiss me passionately. With his cock buried inside my cunt, and his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart and then he had a finger poking gently on my asshole. After a while, he stopped kissing me then he whispered to my ear “Go ride that cock like you own it!”

I started gyrating slowly on top of Derrick, making sure I rub and stimulate my clit against his crotch as I fucked him. I kept a slow, steady pace, keeping my moans in good rhythm with my hip motion which I knew turned him on given the way he was grunting as he watched me work on his cock. He then placed his hands on my tits and gently fondled them before lightly pinching my nipples. I was so horny, and I wanted to show off my bedroom skills to him, so I put my arms behind my head, giving him full access to grope my body, then I increased the pace of my thrust. As I fucked him harder, my moans became louder and I started gasping for air. I then felt another wave of orgasm brewing, so I continued my pace until I started convulsing and collapsed on top of him as I succumbed to another orgasm. He hugged me tight as I lay on top of him panting, while he moaned and grunted in pleasure as my pussy spasmed against his cock.

As I lay motionless on top of him, he asked me how I would like him to fuck me. I told him that I want him to fuck me hard, doggy style. He wasted no time and rolled over to kneel on the bed, then he grabbed me by my hips and bent me over on all fours in front of him. He once again spread my ass cheeks, exposing my soaked cunt and asshole, then in one swift motion, he shoved his dick inside me, making me scream in pleasure. He then grabbed me by my hips and began pounding my pussy as if there was no tomorrow. I was literally screaming as he pummeled my pussy with his cock, and even though there were time that his thrusts hurt a bit, they were quickly overshadowed by the pleasure he was giving me.

Derrick had his way with me as he fucked me hard from behind. At one point he reached over and started groping my tits while be banged me which I really loved. There was a point also that he stuck a finger down my asshole, and though I am not an ass-virgin, the fact that his only lube was his saliva, it stung me a bit. I was finding ways to contain the sensation between my legs that I was literally burying my face on the bed and grabbing the sheets tightly to try and suppress my screams of pleasure, but I was not able to hold it long as I started screaming as I exploded into another orgasm. I asked Derrick to stop fucking me as I was going insane with the combination of the orgasm and the sensation of his cock rubbing against the walls of my pussy. Fortunately for me, he listened and gave me a breather and stopped thrusting, but he kept his cock inside me to once again enjoy the sensation of my pussy pulsating against his dick,

As my body started to relax and I caught my breath, Derrick turned me over and lay me flat on my back. He then penetrated me once more, then he lay on top of me and started kissing. He told me that this time he would not fuck me, but instead would make love to me. After he said those words, he started humping me in a nice, slow pace, but going deep with each thrust, then he started kissing me on the lips, ears and on my neck. I was still moaning with his every thrust, but this indeed felt better than earlier. To be fair to him, I was the one who asked him to fuck me hard and fuck me hard he did!

“God! Your pussy’s so tight! Are you loving this?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!”

“Tell me you love it.”

“I love it!”

“You love what?”

“I love what you’re doing to me.”

“What am I doing to you?”

“You’re fucking me.”

“No, I’m making love to you. Say it.”

“I love how you’re making love to me!”

“Good! If I didn’t leave, would you have made love to me again after that night?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay. But would you make love to me again after this?”

“Yes, but I need to go back to the office.”

“Well, I guess I’ll keep your thong longer and ask you to get it after work.”

I wanted to say no as I had a date with my husband after work, but he started kissing me before I could talk so I couldn’t answer. He then started to thrust harder as I felt his body tense up on top of me. After a few more thrusts, he spewed his sperm inside of my pussy again, just like this morning. He continued kissing me as he squeezed his cum inside me to the last drop. When he was done, I looked at me straight in the eye and told me how beautiful I was, and that he is excited for our third round later after work. He then helped me up to my feet and guided me to the bathroom so I could clean up before going back to work.

As I put my bra and dress back on, I tried asking him for my thongs as I am not sure I would have time to come back after work as I was meeting my husband at 6 PM. He told me that I either have to do something about it, or I would have to explain to my husband where I lost my thongs. Deep inside I knew I wanted another round so I gave him a kiss and told him to wait for my message, then I went out of his room and made my way back to my office. As I walked back, I was already trying to plan how I can move my meetings around so I can fuck Derrick again before my husband fetches me.

Azrael threw her car keys down on the kitchen table, and sighed loudly as she walked to the fridge and threw it open. Camphor raised an eyebrow at her as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.

Why he wore them was beyond Az, he had absolutely no need for them. And yet, that little glint off the end when he was staring down at her from between his legs…she shook the thought away, retrieving a water bottle before going and sitting at the table next to the demon. The idea was nice, but she knew Camphor had work soon, and while Azrael was normally very willing to make him late, she couldn’t work up her usual libido.

Camphor could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as she sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Az shook her head. “Not particularly,” she shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. Why she drank water was beyond Cam, she had absolutely no need for it. But then again, he knew his glasses were a bit of a strange touch.

“You usually feel better when you do,” he pointed out.

And he had a point. But Azrael figured it wasn’t worth bringing up how much she felt like changing career paths again. She went on and on about it all the time, that she wasn’t completely happy with what she was doing now but felt like it was too late to turn away or turn back. She knew Camphor couldn’t help anyway, he’d contented himself with working for the bosses downstair, rather than deal with the tedious hustle and bustle of living like a human. But Azrael liked to be normal every few decades, it was fun. And she was ever so good at it.

And despite that, she didn’t feel much like going to school anymore. No, now she wanted to be artist. She was good at it too, about as good as she was at school, but pursuing it felt like a dead dream.

Camphor watched the angel turn over all of this in her head, feeling helpless to aid her. He could read her thoughts if he really wanted to, but knew it was a clear invasion of privacy, and preferred her speaking to him verbally than him invading her mind. So, he waited for her to collect her thoughts, and eventually, once she had, he watched her sigh and shrug once more.

“Same thoughts as always, I’m tired.”

“You’re doing rather kağıthane escort remedial human work.”

She shot him a glare.

“Sorry, sorry. I know. It’s not remedial to you, it’s a hobby.”

She groaned.

“Not a hobby, a lifestyle.”

“Close enough,” she mumbled. But he wasn’t wrong this time either. She was immortal after all, her devotion to human studies could definitely be described as a hobby. Az sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put her forehead down on the table. “Maybe I’m just sick of living as a human, I don’t know. I don’t feel sick of it, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?”

As Az spoke, Camphor slowly got up and walked over until he was standing behind her. He gently reached down, and then pulled her gently by her shoulders until she was sitting up straight. Then he was rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh there, working at the knots that had inevitably built up. “You think too much,” he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But she could handle it. In fact, Camphor knew just how much the little angel could truly handle.

The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.

“Maybe you think too little,” she teased, keeping her back straight as she leaned into his touch. The massage was much needed after all the self-doubt that had been plaguing her as of late, and while she didn’t expect it to last much longer, she was still grateful that the demon remembered little touches of kindness so often. Sometimes Azrael forgot he was a demon.

When she suddenly felt his lips on her neck, she suddenly remembered.

Azrael grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but she wasn’t about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, the angel wasn’t going to stop him.

She felt his fingertips slip from over her shirt to under it, stretching the collar just a bit so that he was gripping mostly flesh. His touch was warm, warmer than any human hand, and it bit pleasantly into her shoulders and throughout her body like warming oil. She sighed, and then tensed just slightly when she felt one of Cam’s hands reach down to the top of her breast. He paused there for a moment, and when she leaned into his touch, güngören escort he reached farther down, cupping her entire breast in his hand.

Camphor could feel Azrael’s breath catch a bit, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided in his heart loved being able to please her like this. He knew it fed into his true nature, but she wasn’t human after all. She could handle his sting.

One hand on her breast, he slipped the fingers under the lacy fabric of her bra and squeezed her nipple sharply. When her breath caught again, he stopped massaging her shoulder with his left hand, right hand still squeezing the soft nipple, and started to trace his hand down her shoulder blade. “Show me,” he growled lightly.

Azrael shivered but nodded. In a little flourish of black feathers, two huge wings appeared on either side of her. It was rare for angels to show off their wings, especially to a demon of all creatures, but Az trusted this particular demon. And she also trusted that he knew exactly what spots to touch.

He squeezed her nipple again, causing her to let out a soft moan this time, and then he began rubbing along the edge of her wings, his fingers gently raking through the feathers that covered the area. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from the angel’s lips, and she gripped the chair she was sitting in tightly to keep steady.

“Touch yourself,” the demon commanded, knowing his eyes had slated to all-black as his voice filled with hellish lust.

The fact that she listened nearly without hesitation made Camphor harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please her this time. After all, she needed the stress relief, and he had work to attend to in hell. He watched through his black eyes as her right hand reached between her legs, rubbing lightly before undoing her pants, and pushing them down. Then she reached into her lacy white panties and began moving her hand to the same rhythm Camphor was squeezing her nipple and rubbing her wings.

She let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of her stomach. Cam began to move faster, and so did Azrael, until she began to feel her orgasm build. The angel tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as she came, back arched and wings flared out in pleasure.

After a few moments, güneşli escort she relaxed, sinking into the chair. Az was about to say something, but the demon was suddenly in front of her, hands on either side of the chair. The angel felt a shiver of anticipation roll down her spine when she looked into his black eyes, and then he was kissing her deeply. Azrael wrapped her arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as the demon moved to grab the angel’s thighs and pull her to him. She giggled a bit, then moaned when she felt his lips clasp onto her nipple.             

After a few seconds of teasing, Cam trailed his lips languidly down the angel’s body, and then all the way down between her legs. He grinned at he touched her wet panties and pressed his fingers against her, causing Az to moan lightly again. “Take these off.”

She did as she was told, quickly slipping off her panties.

In one swift movement, Cam’s tongue was pressed against her, causing the angel to cry out in pleasure as she gripped the chair. He grinned against her wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across her. She was already shivering, and as he kissed and licked and began sucking on her clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into her.

“Fuck!” she cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. She moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as she felt another orgasm about to overtake her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she cut herself off and rolled her head back as a loud moan fell from her chest. Her legs tightened around his head as her orgasm him her, her legs shaking, her chest heaving.

Camphor held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as the angel came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in the angel’s pleasure. He leaned up after allowing her a few moments to breathe and kissed her full on the lips.

Azrael sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then the demon was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal blue she was so fond on. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though, a little darker than what any human could conjure. And she smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. “You’re going to be late.”

“Fuck,” Camphor hissed, then laughed, suddenly running around collecting his things before he was almost out the door. But then he turned, as if remembering something, and was surprised to find the angel up and by the doorway waiting expectantly. “Right,” he smiled, kissing her again.

“Don’t forget a mint!” she yelled as he ran out, and then she was laughing, decidedly better than she’d been about twenty minutes prior.

Rooms For Rent — Pt 3

© Copyright 2022. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over.

After the fall semester finals Dan let Sherrie and Craig know he would be moving out at the end of the year. He and Karen would be getting a place of their own so they could be together. Dan told them he thought he had finally found the girl he truly wanted. Sherrie and Craig could see the love blossoming between the two of them and were happy for them.

Craig created a new notice to be posted on the student union bulletin board. They posted it the next day and hoped that they would get some inquires before all the students left for the holidays.

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Jennifer was very happy, her finals were over and she believed she did well on them. Right now she was just lounging, no books to study, no classes to attend, no homework or papers to write, just free time on her hands. The Student Union was not crowded at all, a lot of the students had left for home for the holidays already. It was almost quiet and peaceful. The chair was so comfortable that she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.

She was a very pretty girl with dark red hair, a sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose and under her steel Grey eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. She did not think of herself as beautiful but she was. Her legs were long and very shapely, her hips were just right containing a heart shaped ass, her waist created great curves to her body, and her 34C breasts stood high with no drooping and nipples that were perpetually swollen and hard. She was beautiful by anyone’s standard.

It had been a good first semester for her. She had great teachers and engaging courses, she had made a few good friends, and had been on a few dates sometimes having pretty good sex on them. Dorm life had been pretty good, her roommate had been the quiet kind which was helpful, and it had not been all that noisy on her floor. But she longed for a little more privacy, both for her own benefit and so she could bring a boy back to her room anytime she wanted. She had to admit that she needed more sex in her life, it seemed to relieve the stress of school and give her the recharge she needed to do well in her classes. She decided to look at the bulletin board to see if there were and notices posted about rooms to rent.

The board was down the hall and there were actually three of them. She searched all of them for rooms for rent but only one stood out. It was for a single room with a shared bath three blocks from the campus. She took a photo of the notice with her phone and then dialed the number.

“Hello, this is Sherrie.”

“Hi, my name is Jennifer and I am interested in the room you have for rent.”

Sherrie gave her the information and price for the room. She also told her she would be sharing the bathroom with a boy and that the bathroom had two doors and was what was known as a ‘Jack ‘n Jill’ setup. Jennifer was okay with that setup as long as both doors could be locked. They talked price and she was agreeable.

“When can I see the room?”

“There is a tenant in the room currently but he is away for the Christmas holiday. So if you don’t mind seeing his stuff you can look at it today.”

“Great. Give me twenty minutes and I will be there.”

Sherrie gave her the address and they both said goodbye.

The day was cool and somewhat of a breeze was putting a real chill in the air. Jennifer had her coat with her so walking there was no problem. She found the house easily and rang the front doorbell. When the door opened she was surprised to see a male.

“Hi, I’m Craig. You must be Jennifer. Sherrie will be here in a moment.”

They shook hands.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“Yes, Sherrie and I manage the house together. Ah, here she comes.”

Sherrie appeared from deeper in the house.

“Hello, I’m Sherrie. I see you’ve met Craig. Come and lets sit for a few minutes in the living room.”

Sherrie and Craig led her into the living room and had her sit in a chair while they took the love seat. Jennifer liked what she had seen of the house. It was roomy and nice with a lot of places to sit. And she liked Sherrie and Craig right away. They seemed friendly and open.

Sherrie explained how the house worked, how many were living there, and what was expected of her. Jennifer had no problems with the house rules, they were not rigid at all and left enough room for everyone to get along. After discussing the setup Sherrie and Craig took her up to Dan’s room.

Luckily Dan kept the room pretty clean so it was easy to show it. The bed was even made. Sherrie showed her the bathroom which was also pretty clean. Robert, who had the room next door, had left already for the holidays but Vanessa and Amelia were still there so she introduced them to Jennifer. After meeting them Sherrie and Craig took Jennifer back downstairs and to the breakfast nook.

Sherrie presented the rental agreement as escort bayan fatih well as the security document. The price was agreeable and Jennifer wrote a check to cover the first month’s rent and the security deposit. Jennifer explained that Dan would be moving out between Christmas and New Years and as soon as he was out and they could clean the room, they would call her and she would be free to move in. They all shook hands and Jennifer left.

As she walked back to her dorm she was walking on air. This was exactly what she was looking for. She was so excited to have a room of her own even if she had to share a bathroom with a male next door. After all, she was not shy at all. And she liked everyone she met at the house. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice Roderick pass in her.

“Hi, Jennifer!” he said.

“Hi, Rod. What’s up?” she asked.

“Nothing much. I just finished my last final and was heading to dinner. Care to join me?”

“I’d love to.”

She joined him and they walked to the restaurant. Rod was a good friend and had been in her History class. She had never dated him but had been to lunch with him a few times. He was just a little taller than she was and slim, but not lanky. He had brown hair cut short, was clean shaven, blue eyes that she liked, and was always dressed in nice, but not pretentious, clothes. Today he was in jeans and a long sleeved shirt and a jacket.

Rod was leading her to a sandwich shop just across from the campus. As they walked and talked Jennifer began to wonder why he had never asked her on a date. She liked him well enough to have said ‘yes’ if he had asked.

“I rented a room in a house over that way for next semester.” she said.

“Oh yeah? So no dorm for you next semester?”

“Nope. I wanted a little more privacy than what you get in a dorm.”

“Boy I understand that. And the noise can get unbearable. I wish I could find something like that. How did you come across this deal?”

“I just watched the notices on the Student Union bulletin board until I found one I liked. I think I was pretty lucky to find it.”

“Want a roommate?” He joked.

She was surprised at his question. She looked at him for a minute.

“Maybe.” she said and then smiled. She didn’t know why she said that, they barely knew each other.

Rod looked at her and smiled.

“I was only joking.” he said.

“I know.” she said as she continued to smile at him. They were silent a minute as they continued their walk.

Soon they arrived and placed their orders. They each paid for their meal and chose a table to wait for their order to arrive.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” she asked.

“Yeah. I am driving home the day after tomorrow. I need to pack up still so I need a little time.”

“Yeah, me too. But I just live just outside of the East end of Dallas so its not that far.”

“Do you have a large family?” he asked.

“Right now it’s just my parents and me. My big brother is in the Navy and is currently in the Pacific somewhere.”

“It’s kind of the same for me. My big sister is married and lives in Boston so it’s a big deal to visit on the holidays. But I think they will be home this year.”

“That’s good. I like it when the family is all together for Christmas. It just seems more cozy.”

“I know what you mean. I sometime miss having by sister around so it will be good to see her again.”

Their food arrived and they started eating. The conversation continued during their meal, mostly about the last semester. When they finished their meal they bused their table and started the walk back toward their dorms.

“Rod, why have you never asked me out?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I kind of thought of you as out of my league.”

“Surely you don’t think I’m that stuck up?”

“Oh, no! It’s not that at all. It’s just that you are so beautiful. I was just never sure what my chances with you were.”

She took his hand into hers.

“You should have asked. You might have gotten a surprising answer. I always liked you.”

“Does that mean you would be willing to date me?”

“Of course, silly. Why wouldn’t I?”

Rod could not believe what he was hearing. It was not that he was shy around girls, he just sometimes misjudged them without realizing it. He was glad that she had set things straight.

“Well, I’m sorry that I misjudged you. That seems to be one of my weaknesses concerning women. Never the less, I would like to date you and get to know you better.”

“You really know how to pick the wrong time to ask a girl out, it being the end of the semester.”

“Timing was never my best trait. But maybe we could stay in contact over the holidays?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Give me your phone.”

They traded phones and input their information into each others phone. Rod looked at her information when he got his phone back and was surprised to see she had added ‘good friend’ in the information field. It made him smile escort bayan merter as he stuck his phone in his back pocket.

“You want to go somewhere and talk some more?” he asked.

“Sure. We can go to my dorm room. My roommate moved out today so we can have it to ourselves.”

They changed direction slightly to head for her dorm. She took him up to her room and they sat on her bed talking for the next two hours. She was really starting to like Rod the more she talked with him. He was really nice and did not make any moves on her which she found refreshing. They discussed many topics including family, high school, college, and their aspirations. When he finally left to return to his dorm room she immediately felt like a piece of her left with him. It was really strange, she had never felt this way when other boys left her. She shrugged and since it was still early she started doing a little packing for her trip home.

After putting a few things away she stripped and took a shower. It was only nine o’clock but she went to bed any way as she was tired. As she lay there trying to sleep she suddenly realized that she missed Rod. She had only been with him a few hours but she already had feelings for him. She smiled to herself when she realized why she missed him. Even though this was a first for her, she liked the feeling and that put her into a deep sleep for the night.

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Rod woke the next morning and his first thought was of Jennifer. It made him smile. She was both beautiful and nice, what more could he wish for? After visiting the bathroom he decided to text her.

Rod: Good morning, beautiful

He did not expect a reply right away so he was surprised when she did.

Jen: Good morning, how about breakfast?

Rod: Sounds great. See you in 30 minutes?

Jen: Sounds good

She wanted to see him again! His spirits peaked at that moment. This was going to be a great day!

He rushed to the bathroom and did his morning rituals. Then he put on fresh clothes after checking the weather (the same as yesterday). He made a second check on himself before he left just to make sure he had not forgotten anything. As he walked to her dorm he was walking on air.

He knocked at her door and after a few seconds she answered with her coat in hand. They left heading for the Student Union cafeteria.

“How did you sleep last night?” Rod asked.

“Very well. I went to bed early and woke early so I have been packing for the last hour.”

“I packed a little last night myself. I don’t have that much left to pack so I will delay that until I leave tomorrow.”

“It’s the same for me. I’ve done all I can do until I’m really ready to leave.”

“So your day is pretty clear?”

“Yeah. Why, you want to do something?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

She smiled at him. “Me, too.”

The cafeteria was not crowded as this was the last day it would be open and most of the students had left already. They loaded up with a big breakfast. When they finished they set out for a walk. Jennifer was enjoying their time together. Why had they not gotten together sooner? She held his hand in hers as they walked through the campus with no destination in mind. They wound up in Doug Russel park which was right next to the campus. It was a small park that had a little historical cemetery at the back. All the graves were either young women or babies as there was once an unwed mothers home nearby. But the park was beautiful even in winter.

They decided to sit together on the swing set as the park was completely empty. The sun had come out from behind the clouds making the day a little warmer.

“I guess this is the last day for us for a while.” Jennifer said.

“Yeah, I guess so. But I do want to stay in touch with you.”

“I’d like that, a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you. That may sound a little weird but now that I know you I want to know you even more.” he said.

She sighed a little. “I know what you mean. I want more time with you as well.”

They were silent for a moment as Jennifer made up her mind about something.

“Rod, would you like to make love to me?” she asked.

He was stunned. This was the last thing he expected from her.

“I would love to, if that’s what you want.”

She looked at him with a big smile.

“I think we need to find out if there are sparks between us before we begin the holidays. And I have not been fucked in a few weeks so I’m pretty horny.”

Jennifer stood up from the swing and brought him into her arms. They both felt the warmth of the other even through their clothes. She lifted her head from his shoulder and they kissed each other. It was a warm kiss, just enough to assure each other about how they felt.

“Come on, we can go back to my room.” she said.

They joined hands and walked back to her dorm. The anticipation each felt built as they got closer to the dorm. They walked in silence each in with their own thoughts.

When escort bayan levent they got to her dorm room she unlocked the door and led him inside. Once inside with the door closed they removed their coats and embraced each other again. They held each other just standing there for a long time. Finally they started to kiss each other, this time passionately, their tongues exploring each other. She could feel his hardness pressing against her which made her press against him even more.

They slowly relaxed their embrace of each other until there was a small amount of space between them. Jennifer began to undress him first but Rod quickly followed and started to undress her. They removed their shirts first revealing his bare chest and her bra encased breasts. He was hypnotized by her tits even if only a hint of them was visible. She smiled at him and reached behind her to unhook her bra and slowly reveal her loveliness to him. Then she quickly embraced him again.

Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry as it took them almost ten minutes to get down to their underwear. Rod was completely mesmerized by her beauty and Jennifer thought he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. She broke their embrace and led him to her single bed where they both lay close and facing each other. They continued to kiss but now their hands began to wander across each others bodies.

Jennifer could not believe how good he felt to her. No other boy had produced this feeling in her. And his cock, so hard against her. She was not sure how long she could wait before she just had to touch it, to feel it in her hand, and to suck on its length. But for now she enjoyed just being held by him and feeling his naked body against hers.

Rod was truly in awe of her. She was so beautiful and he felt so lucky that she wanted him. He loved kissing her. You could tell so much about her from her kisses, what mood she was in, what she wanted from him, and what she wanted to give him. And he also loved it when her breasts pressed against him. They seem to enhance the message from her kisses. Having her naked and against him was just the best feeling ever.

Although the bed was small they made the most of it. Soon their kisses move to other regions of their bodies as they explored each other for the first time. Rod was now kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Her nipples responded by becoming hard little nubs against his tongue. Her chest rose from the bed against his lips and tongue as he continued to stimulate her breasts. Obviously her breasts were very sensitive and he made the most of that feeling from her.

Rod continued down her body, past her womanhood, and to her legs. He parted them a little and kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. He took his time as she began to moan a little to his stimulation of her.

“Oh Rod, that feels so good.”

Her statement drove him to take even more time to get to know every part of her. He slowly worked his way up and then down each leg multiple times, kissing and licking her inner thighs until he had covered every part of them. Only then did he move up to the center of her pleasure. He moved her legs even wider apart until her feet were hanging off each side of the single bed.

The smell of her womanhood was intoxicating and rich with her moisture. She was clean shaven and you could see where she was leaking her fluids. He started by slowly licking up the excess fluids that had escaped from inside her. She moaned louder as he kissed up and down her outer lips. When he reached the top of her lips he kissed her clitoris once and the licked it once, only to return to her lips again.

“Wow, Rod. You really know how to treat my pussy. Just don’t stop.”

Eventually he moved to her inner lips and the opening to her treasure. He alternated licking with a lite touch and then a heavier one. Her juices were now flowing as she was obviously very turned on. After inserting his tongue into her he moved up to her clit and sucked on it for a whole minute.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she almost screamed.

He inserted his middle finger into her opening and curled his finger upwards to get to her G-spot as he continued to suck on her clit. Her hips rose off the bed as she got closer and closer to her first orgasm.

“Rod, I going to cum! Jesus! I’m cumming!”

And with that her hips rose a final time and she seemed to shake all over as her orgasm racked her body releasing all those good hormones into her system. She was groaning over and over as it blasted through her system. Finally she took a breath and came down from her peak. When she caught her breath she pulled Rod back up to her and took him in her arms and kissed him over and over.

“Oh god, Rod! That was incredible! I’ve never cum like that before! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it.”

They held each other for a minute and then she said “Make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your spunk blast inside me over an over again.”

“Are you safe?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill so feel free to do with me as you will.”

“I want you on top.”

She moved over a little to give him room and then sat on his legs just below his cock. She took his cock in her hands and smiled down at him.

When Dad opened the door, he saw me standing then. He was a little surprised but not entirely shocked.

He said “beta, kya kar rahay ho tum yahan?” (“son, what are you doing here?”)

I replied “Papa aapnay yeh kya kiya?” (“Dad, what have you done?”)

He motioned to me to sit down in the living room with him. Then he started to explain.

Turns out he had been fucking Sushila bai for close to 20 years. She had started working in our house when she was 18. Dad was 19 then. Initially it was teenage hormones and he deflowered her before she turned 19. In the beginning, it was very lovey-dovey and they sneaked around whenever they could. Then he got her pregnant and when she was around 20 & made her get an abortion. Thereafter, he became more dominating and rough with her. At 23, Dad married Mom in an arranged marriage. Mom came from a simple, middle class background. On their honeymoon, Dad apparently fucked her brutally. Then he gave her a choice — either Mom continue to bear the brunt of his escort bayan bahçelievler violent lust or he continue to use Sushila to satisfy his more ‘basic’ needs. Mom agreed to the bargain on condition that he never get Sushila pregnant. Convincing Sushila to accept the arrangement wasn’t that hard apparently. Dad had her tubes tied and continued to use her body.

I asked him how come I had never caught them together before. He said that since she lived in servant quarters attached to his office downstairs, he used her there and in his office. Usually he made her give him blowjobs or fucked her in his office, bent over his desk or in her quarters. Very rarely was she allowed into his own bed. That day happened to be one of those days.

While we were sitting and chatting, Sushila came out. She did not know I was there. She came into living room, towel wrapped around her body. Her long luscious hair was open and wet. She was startled to see me sitting there and escort bayan maslak made a move to run back into bedroom. Dad grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Sat her down in his lap as he sat on sofa. He opened her towel exposing her full, voluptuous naked body. She begged him not to, but he gave her a slap on her face and pulled her hair angrily.

Then he pushed her to the floor and told her “ab saali tu choos Navin ka lund” (“now bitch, suck Navin’s cock”).

She was shocked and horrified and tried to crawl away. He got up from the sofa, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards where I was sitting. Then he gave her 2-3 hard whacks on her face and told her to start sucking. She quietly obeyed. She pulled down my shorts and silently took my hard cock into her mouth. As she took me into her mouth, Dad came up behind her and mounted her cunt from behind and started fucking her. I came within a minute under her expert sucking & emptied my load into her mouth. She escort bayan şirinevler swallowed every drop like the she had been trained to do by Dad over the past 20+ years. My first blowjob was complete.

I pulled out of her mouth and watched Dad mercilessly fuck her doggie style. He grabbed her wet, long hair, wrapped it tightly around his right wrist, pulling it hard as he pounded her cunt relentlessly, abusing her & slapping her ass with his other hand. Sushila was shrieking in pain & pleasure as her master dominated her. After about 15 mins he ejaculated inside her cunt. Then he quickly pulled out of her womb, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom & shut the door. I was too spent to watch anymore, but as I sat on sofa and recovered from my first blowjob, I soon heard her screams. I guess she was getting what maids deserve to get.

I never got to fuck Sushila (Dad was the only man who ever fucked her), but on ‘special occasions’ he treated me to blowjobs from Sushila bai.

It took me a while to recover from not only the blowjob that she gave me, but from the events I had witnessed that day. I went to my room to take a nap even as Sushila’s screams rang out from Dad’s bedroom. I woke up 2 hours later and came out of my room into the living area. It was around lunch time.

Part 3 to follow

He managed to make it all of two days before masturbating to the thought of Elena’s naked body perched on the edge of his table, and five days before talking to Alice.

“Elena stopped by, you know, the other night,” he mentioned casually as they were hauling tote boxes from the back loading area after a catering event the night before.

“Really?” Alice asked breathlessly as she lifted a heavy box.

“Yeah. I cooked for her, like you said.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t mention it,” Alice remarked, setting her box on the floor.

Thad considered how to make his next move. He had to be very careful here to get what he wanted.

“Probably because I was sort of an ass.”

“Regular-you-ass or pissed-you-ass?”

He scrunched his face in fake ire, making Alice smile.

“The pissed version. It was the night Gerry quit on me. And she came over really late, at like 11, with no ride home.”

“She stays too late at school, I’ve told her. It’s not fair to her driver to have such late hours. But what do I know about the life of an artist,” Alice laughed, flicking her hand with dainty flair.

“Yeah she mentioned that, learning to drive,” Thad said, trying to muster a casual tone and quell his excitement.

“I guess I mentally erased driver’s ed. She needs something wild like 50 hours with a licensed driver.”

“She didn’t drive in Brazil?”

“Apparently Elena drove a motorcycle, unlicensed.”

“What?” Thad asked, suddenly upset. Alice looked over at him.

“You know that’s possible, right? For a woman to drive a motorcycle?”

Thad pursed his lips, saying nothing, feeling how close he was to destroying his carefully spun web.

“Anyway, Mateo insisted she learn how to drive. From what the driver tells me, she’s pretty aggressive.”

Yeah, he didn’t doubt that for a minute.

“She can’t practice with a paid chauffeur,” he said. “He’s never going to tell her if she’s breaking the laws.”

“What, you offering yourself?”

Thad schooled himself to remain nonchalant, unpacking a tote and setting out its contents.

“I never said that.”

“Yeah, but you taught Javi and Enzo to drive way back when.”

Thad swallowed, feeling Alice fall unawares into his trap. Yes, the Honduran twin brothers who had worked for them back when the restaurant was new. He had taught them to drive, painstakingly, and had found it surprisingly rewarding. Alice had gushed over it, praising him endlessly, as if it was the first nice thing she’d ever seen him do. And maybe it had been. Thad’s own memories of learning to drive with his older brother had been important to him. It wasn’t a thing to be taken lightly.

“Way back when, exactly,” he shrugged.

“You were so patient with them, they talked about it all the time, how great you were.”

Thad said nothing, crouching and stowing pots and pans in the cabinets under the island.

“And Elena does need someone who can set her straight. If she gets in an accident, Mateo will be furious.”

“At her, or at the other guy?” Thad laughed.

“Both,” Alice said seriously. “He’s super protective of her. I can tell she doesn’t like it.”

Thad stood up, interested. Alice was leaning against the island, as if she’d known he’d take this bait.

“What, she rebels?”

“Kind of. I can hear them fighting sometimes, in Portuguese. Mateo won’t tell me about what, just says that Elena’s still angry about how he left Brazil. But that doesn’t make sense, you know, because now Elena left too. So there has to be more than that, but I can tell not to press him. Afterwards he’s so broody, and he gives her a long leash for a while.”

Thad shifted his stance slightly towards the table, the thought of Elena on a leash a bit too enticing for work hours.

“Don’t worry about it,” Thad reassured Alice, something he did often. “They’ve been apart a long time. They need time to figure out how to be a family again.”

Alice looked at him again, her eyes lingering on his face, and Thad wondered what he’d said.

“I wish she’d confide in me a little,” Alice confessed softly. “I really would try to understand. But she sees me as ‘team Mateo,’ you know, and keeps her distance.”

“It’s not like you go running to people for comfort when you’re upset.”

“True,” she laughed.

“Things will get easier. Especially when she isn’t stuck in that ridiculous mansion, talking to statues for company.”

Alice laughed again. They felt the same way about Mateo’s rather ostentatious displays of wealth.

“Exactly. Which is why she needs that license. And why she needs you to help get her there faster.”

Help get her there faster, he thought, squeezing his calves to calm his dick down. If he had a hard on in front of Alice, he’d curl up and die. God, he was going crazy.

“Well, maybe I can stop by Thursday. She said she drives then, and it’ll be slow here.”

He chose not to look at Alice just then, worried he’d see a sly little smirk on her face, now that he’d escort mecidiyeköy shown his hand.

“She’ll probably tell me to fuck off, if I’m honest,” he laughed to himself.

“You must have been in some mood,” Alice said, and he thought he detected suspicion in her tone.

“Well, let’s see,” he drawled, pulling on an apron as if to signal the conversation was almost over.

“I yelled at her, and called her stupid for taking the streetcar at night, cooked her a meal she didn’t particularly like, and then made her leave.” The last part was a lie, but it seemed better than to admit he forced her to accept a ride home.

Alice’s eyebrows rose. “Wow, you are a gem.”

Thad laughed in earnest. Alice always knew how to make him laugh.

He turned away, slipping earbuds in as he turned to the mixer to start some dough. Alice knew the signal well, and began her own work. They said nothing more about it, and, seed planted, now all Thad had to do was wait.

***

“What is this?” Elena asked when she saw him from the top of the staircase.

Thad shifted his weight, his hands shoved in his jean pockets.

“I told Alice I’d take you for driving practice. Give your chauffeur a break.”

Elena descended, her hand sliding on the bannister. Inexplicably, Thad felt again surprised by her changed appearance. She wore gray lounge pants and a baby pink hooded sweatshirt with LAX screen printed in big white letters. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and he wished it was down. He liked it down. The outfit made her look younger than she said she was, younger than the woman’s body he knew hid underneath.

She waited until she was off the last step before speaking to him. Thad resented her willpower.

“Is that right? You’re here to do a little volunteer work?”

Thad stiffened, telling himself to give her the benefit of the doubt. English was her second language, after all.

“Not volunteering, helping out a friend.”

“Oh, so we are friends?” No doubt about that one. Her tone was icy.

“I’d like us to be.”

She said nothing to this, looking him up and down for a long while. Glancing down at himself, he half expected a mustard stain or something.

“Every time I see you, you look different,” she murmured, and he felt his heart drum loudly in his chest.

“First a beautiful suit, then a chef’s jacket, now leather and denim. It makes it hard for me to know who you are.”

It was as if she had spoken his own thoughts aloud, and Thad was momentarily unable to respond.

“Well, I’m definitely not that suit,” he finally muttered.

This made her smile a little, and he felt the throb of victory.

“Yes, Mateo mentioned how difficult you were to dress.”

“Well, I’m a lumbering ogre, what can you expect?”

She glanced up, her smile wider.

“I meant in your disposition, not your body.”

Thad felt embarrassed, his heart still thudding painfully. Elena crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifting her chin to consider him.

“You have a good body, Thaddeus. A strong body.”

Thad’s embarrassment soared higher, and he wondered faintly if she was making fun of him.

But her smile lingered, gentle. He’d never felt this confused in his whole life.

“You should be impressed,” she went on mildly. “That I know the word ‘ogre.’ That is a hard one.”

She pronounced it “oh-gray,” and Thad bit his lip to keep from smiling.

“You are very good at impressing me,” he replied, and her gaze darted up to his. She knew the meaning behind his words, her words really, from that first night.

“Am I?” she mused softly.

“Yes.”

“And I am very good at fucking things up,” he went on in a calm tone, and she looked at him again with the same sharpness.

“I fucked things up with you Elena, and I’m sorry. I had hoped you really would come to the restaurant, and then you did, and I ruined it.” It was a speech he had rehearsed to himself in advance, whispering it in the car as he drove. It was rare that he apologized openly, but he couldn’t risk her misunderstanding him.

“Well, they make pills for that, now I know,” she replied offhandedly, and he couldn’t believe her blaise reaction.

“I meant the whole night, not just the last part.”

She frowned a little, lifting a bare foot and resting it on her inner knee, rubbing it against the fabric of her pants. He wondered if she was cold here, in America, comparatively.

“Things were nice until the last part. You must have thought I was crazy, the way I reacted. I didn’t know about the pill. A Brazilian man would never have come inside of me like that. I was . . . unprepared.”

He glanced around, wondering how many people were home, if there were cameras even here. She seemed unconcerned about disclosing their sexual history on the threshold of her brother’s house.

Yet he struggled to decipher her words. Things were nice?

“You don’t have to come here and be charitable, escort bayan beşiktaş say you’re sorry and all that.”

Thad’s mind swirled, the confusion deepening. Did she want him to leave? Did she even like him, or had she really come to the restaurant just for sex?

“I . . .” he sputtered, frustration rising as he forced his incoherent thoughts out. “I’m not . . . it’s not charity. I wanted to see you, I wanted to take you driving. I still do.”

Elena’s head tilted, considering this.

“You want to take me driving.”

“Yeah. Is that so crazy?”

“Is it a date, this driving lesson?”

“Well, no. But it’s not like I could just ask you out.”

“No?”

“No, Elena,” he said sharply, frowning. “I’m a decade older than you. Your brother is my friend.”

“Ah, my brother,” she practically spat. “What does he have to do with it?”

“A lot,” Thad insisted, disbelieving. “He’d be livid. He’d make both our lives hell, and Alice’s too, and she’s like a sister to me. Things are complicated.”

Elena’s lips thinned and she turned away.

“Americans make everything complicated.”

Before he could answer, she spoke again.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to date you.”

Thad felt as if he’d been punched in the chest, the words were so surprisingly hurtful. He’d just flat out told her they couldn’t date, why, when she repeated it, did it feel like she’d knifed him?

“I don’t want any boyfriend. I am here to study, and focus on my music.”

Thad couldn’t even look at her, staring instead at her bare flamingo foot on the ground. He felt the urge to just turn and leave, but that was childish and he knew it.

“Now that you know that, you still want to take me driving? Or you will go now?”

His nostrils flared. She was testing him.

“I’d still want to take you driving, if you want to go.”

“Let me get shoes, then. Want to come see my room?”

“No,” he barked, planting his feet like bricks on the floor.

“I didn’t think so,” she laughed, ascending the stairs once more.

***

Thad had braced himself from the moment he got in the passenger seat of the car. He was expecting the worst: weaving in and out of lanes like a maniac, flooring it on the highway, running reds. But Elena’s driving was mild, textbook even. She used her signals, checked her mirrors, and kept her hands at 10 and 2. He eyed her suspiciously, expecting any moment for her alter ego to emerge.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Alice said you were aggressive on the road.”

“Does this seem aggressive to you?” she purred innocently, sliding her hands up and down the curved length of the steering wheel.

“Do you drive like this when you’re with Alice?” he demanded.

“I drive like this always,” she insisted, saccharine sweetness lacing her voice.

Thad was getting angry at Elena’s willful obstinance. He decided to punish her with silence.

A few minutes passed before she broke.

“Oh, stop it. Honestly, I drive like this. I’m not a crazy person like you think.”

“Then why would Alice say you’re a bad driver?”

“Because I paid Emilio to tell her that. Or, to tell my brother really, but he must have told Alice.”

Thad’s brow furrowed, confused.

“Why would you do that?”

“To make Mateo angry, of course,” Elena laughed lightly. “There is nothing I like more than making my brother angry.”

Thad scowled.

“It was a joke!” she insisted, glancing over at him only briefly, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Well, it’s a shit joke. Alice was worried about you getting in an accident.”

“I cannot win with you!” she exclaimed, her own anger clear. “You would be mad at me if I drove wild, and now you are mad at me because I drive nice? You are impossible!”

“I’m angry that you lied, Elena. Made people worry over you for no reason.”

She pursed her lips in a tight line, saying nothing. They drove in tense silence as her phone’s navigation took her off the highway. He had set it to a state park where he liked to hike. He’d wanted to take her to a scenic lookout there, somewhere he could look at her out in the open for a while. The road to the park was winding and narrow, empty on a late morning workday. But before they even neared the park, she veered abruptly off the road onto a dusty patch of bare earth.

“What are you doing?”

“I need a break,” she said darkly, putting the car in park and getting out, leaving her door flung open.

She walked in front of the car a while, off into a line of trees at one side.

Thad followed her, yanking the keys out of the ignition.

“A break from what?” he demanded, catching up.

“From you!” she whirled, her ponytail flying.

“You,” she said menacingly, pointing a finger right at him.

“You make me feel like a bad person, Thad.”

It wasn’t at all what he had expected she’d say, and it stopped him in his tracks.

Thad felt his heart beating escort bayan bakırköy fast, a strange fear creeping up with the same flavor as that moment when she held her jizz coated hand up to him, naked and panicked.

“I am not a bad person,” she said, her voice wavering just the slightest despite her accusatory finger. Something deep in his chest twisted at that wobble, a sound he’d never heard from her, one he didn’t even think was possible.

“I know that,” he said quickly, taking a step forward, but she took one back, and he froze again. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“You’re a good person, Elena, I know that.” He spoke gently, making his tone softer than was his norm.

“No,” she shook her head vehemently.

“You think I’m reckless, and stupid. A child, and a slut at the same time. You think I’m selfish and spoiled, thoughtless, cruel.” She hurled the words at him like weapons, accusing him too of being reckless, stupid, thoughtless, cruel. She wasn’t wrong.

“I might be all of those things, Thad, but you shouldn’t make me feel it like you do.”

She swiped at her eyes angrily, and Thad hated himself with a fierceness he could hardly contain. He swallowed it down with Herculean effort.

“Elena, no,” he managed hoarsely, his own voice unsteady. “I don’t think that. I swear I don’t.”

“You’re not kind,” she ended softly, as if she hadn’t heard him, her arms falling to her sides.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, deflated. “I’m not kind.”

She had no reply to this, and the fire seemed to have left her. She stood in the sunlight with her arms crossed, looking at the ground, her foot digging into the dirt.

Thad shut his eyes tight and tried to find words.

“I get angry sometimes, and things I say come out wrong. I don’t think you’re any of those things, Elena. You’re . . . you are young, but I know you’re not a child, and I never called you selfish. I can see that you’re working hard to make a life of your own. You were reckless though, with the streetcar, but I only said it because I want you to be safe. And I’d never, ever say you were cruel.”

“But, Alice,” she protested.

“It was a bad joke, but that’s all. I care about Alice, she’s my family, and I don’t want her to worry.”

“I don’t want her to worry either,” she said meekly.

“I know you don’t believe me but I care about you too, that’s why I’m so hard on you. In my family, if you love someone, you push them to be better. And I know, I know how destructive that can be, but I do it anyway. I can’t help it.”

The words left Thad in a rush, from some hidden source he hadn’t known existed, and once the well was tapped, the water gushed.

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t even think about you. I’d never harp on you. But I think about you all the time, and then when I see you I’m all pent up, and, fuck, I don’t know.”

As quickly as the words came they were gone, and he felt naked, standing ten feet away from her in the wooded nowhere. Her eyes were still on the ground. His feet moved of their own accord to close the distance between them.

“Let me kiss you,” he murmured, reaching for her. She didn’t pull away, but her shoulders came up.

“I haven’t kissed you at all. Let me show you,” he whispered, tentatively brushing her cheek with his knuckles.

“Show me what?”

He opened his hand at the sound of her voice, curving his fingers around the back of her neck and pulling her towards him. He bent, pressing his mouth against hers tenderly, just brushing his lips across her skin.

“How good you are,” he answered softly, sipping from her mouth.

“How sweet,” he murmured, pressing a little harder, coaxing her open.

He felt her breath as she hesitated, and made a sound low in his throat, opening his jaw wider to stroke her with his tongue, deepening the kiss, shifting it with his growing hunger.

She made a soft sound of surprise even as he slanted against her mouth, pulling her head closer to his, slipping his other hand around her waist and drawing her up against his body.

God, she tasted so good, so warm and open. He felt the weight of her head as she relaxed in his hand, felt the hot cavern of her mouth as she blossomed for him. His hand slid down her waist to cup her ass, squeezing it, pressing her against his crotch.

Her breathing was ragged now and she was kissing him back, damn it, her hand on his chest, grasping the fabric of his shirt.

He broke off, burying his face in the column of her throat, scraping his teeth against the soft flesh there, licking her, nipping.

“So good,” he murmured. “Too good for me, by a mile.”

She butted him with her forehead, angling to draw him back to her mouth, and he went more than willingly, his tongue diving in. He was starting to feel the wildness take over, and his hand on her ass drew up again, searching for the waistband of her pants, slipping inside.

He groaned when he found her ass hot and bare beneath his touch. He caressed her, searching for the string of a thong, and found nothing.

“Are you telling me,” he said darkly, dipping his hand between her asscheeks, finding her little puckered hole.

“That I sat next to you in that car this whole time,” he went on, stroking, feeling her quick little gasps as her face pressed against his shoulder.

Coffee Shop Owner Erick 01

“Don’t look now boss, but here comes your secret crush, right on time for her morning cup.”

“Mrs. Andrews is just another customer Marci, so treat her as such and please stop giving her your “advice” about things.”

“I don’t give her advice boss, I just keep the customer relationships healthy with friendly chit chat, you know, for my tips. Oh, and speaking of tips.”

“Behave yourself, Marci.”

Hi, I’m Erick, I’m 24 and I’m about one year into my coffee shop investment in Middleton. I keep the shop open 7 days a week, so my dating life isn’t much of a life at all, not that Marci, my best and oldest employee doesn’t keep trying to do something about that. By the way, I refer to Marci as my best employee because not a day goes by that she doesn’t remind me verbally that she is my best employee and she has me brain washed from saying it so often.

But I love the spirit of her youthfulness and all. And as maybe you can imagine, coffee shops have a habit of attracting the younger college aged work force and I think that I landed a good with Marci and her understudy, Darci. Or so Marci mumbles to me every day.

Anyways, you know today’s youth, right? They know everything and they love to “chit chat” about it and if it helps keep the customers coming back and the employee tip jar full, well, the girls can “chit chat” all they want to, just as long as they are not charging for match maker services on the side.

Now, as far as Mrs. Andrews goes, well, she is actually quite attractive and a sharp dresser. She works in the business tower close to the coffee shop and she is a regular customer and I may or may not have checked her out before. Um, I’d say she is 30 something 40 and she still brings it. Not that I would notice such a thing.

“Another satisfied customer, boss. And hey, a fun fact, she never had the need for implants and her bra size and her age are almost a match this year, plus or minus 2.”

“Marci!”

I mean, I couldn’t ask the age and bra size follow up question about which was what, right? Besides, I stopped falling for Marci’s riddles more than six months ago and I knew that would only be a matter of time before her left eye started to twitch and she would just blurt it out as if were an uncontrollable twitch. Now, if I was the type of guy who actually checked out certain customers, I might go with a bra size of 38, but I’m sticking with 30 something 40 for her age.

“I’m just saying boss and I’m a girl, so I know what guys like and guys like the number 38. I know 38 isn’t a prime number, but it’s pretty prime beef in the guy handbook, right boss?””

“Well, I’m sure her husband likes the same thing too, so shut it and please wear a full t-shirt tomorrow under your escort şişli apron.”

College kids, right? Everyday is a day at the beach, even though there isn’t much of a beach around the Middleton area.

“I just said it boss, I know what guys like and guys like to tip my tips. Anyways, Mrs. Andrews is still married and all, but it’s neither of your fault that the divorce court system in Middleton is all bogged down from all the lousy no-good cheating faggot husbands around town these days.”

“So, Marci, you’re saying that it’s just a technicality?”

“And a technicality that you can take slight advantage of tomorrow night at the city sponsored social for Middleton small businesses, which Mrs. Andrews’ firm is backing by promoting those “green light” security systems for the cheap.”

“Well, I don’t know, Marci. Mrs. Andrews has caught my eye and all, but I have to close up the shop tomorrow night and blah, blah, blah.”

“I already changed the schedule, so Darci and the new girl will work me and we can close up the shop. By the way, the new girl is working great, but we’ll talk about your contributions about getting some help all up in here later, blah, blah, blah.”

“Hey, I make the schedules, Marci.”

“Or we can pretend that I don’t change most things around here anyways because you’re just a silly guy who needs a lot of help in life and I’m your best employee. And speaking of that, you probably owe Joe the supplies delivery guy about 500 apologies because he never mixed up a supply order yet. He brings exactly what I ordered.”

SOB! Now I know why Joe the supplies delivery guy gives me all those funny looks when I give him the business about screwing up another supply order.

“But I wouldn’t even know what to wear to a casual social other than my crumbled blue jeans and blah, blah, blah.”

“Or your black Denim jeans with a crisp press, blah, blah, blah.”

“Oh, and you know, blah, blah, blah with a sports logo casual t-shirt with less than two holes in it?”

“That’s an oil rag, so maybe your light brown crew neck pullover with the fancy stitching around the neckline, blah, blah, blah.”

“So, blah, blah, blah, with my new black hoodie?”

“Or maybe your black leather jacket with just the one zipper on the left side, blah, blah, blah.”

“Yeah, but I should be clean shaven and all, blah, blah, blah, right?”

“Oh no, don’t shave tonight and don’t shave tomorrow, boss. Your stubble may give her a chance to make a cute and flirty comment or two. And if she brushes her hand against your stubble growth, well, blah, blah, blah, ooh la, la, la, blah, blah, blah.”

“But even casual socials require a cologne of sorts, blah, blah, blah.”

“Actually boss, no, your escort bayan topkapı natural scent is actually pretty nice, blah, blah, blah, I mean according to Darci and the new girl, blah, blah, blah.”

Oh, and folks, don’t hold your breath waiting for me to engage with Marci about my contributions in the hiring of some more help in the coffee shop. She’s convinced that the fancy advertisement mannequin I ordered was for other purposes, which she is totally wrong about. I mean, I immediately turned it over to the Joe the supplies delivery guy for a safe return and he promised me that he would take care of that just as soon as supply chain issues were resolved.

“Excuse me, boss? Where are you going? Weren’t we going to talk about how you thought it was a good idea to buy a sex doll to help out behind the counter?”

“Shut it, Marci, that was an advertisement mannequin to stand up in the corner and hold a cup of coffee as she gazed off into the distance. Ah, I should get back to my office.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, boss! And which corner of the shop is this woman advertising in because I don’t see any such advertising mannequin in my shop. I mean, sometimes Darci falls asleep standing up in the corner, but just where is Miss Java Joe?”

Oops, her shop? Let’s concentrate on that statement, right?

“I already called “shut it”, so shut it, Marci. Besides, Joe the supplies delivery guy said that she was defective and he promised that he would take good care of her until the worldwide supply chain issues are fully resolved or at least until his mom finds her in the basement.”

Whew, right? I mean, not that I locked the door to my office or anything, LOL, for the next 18 hours, like until it was time for the small business social. And I was pleasantly surprised at how many cars were parked in the community center parking lot.

“Well, well, well, look who finally came out of his business and decided to socialize with literally anyone else other than that fireball who runs your cashier counter. And with such nice fashion sense too! Hi Erick, it’s nice to see and you look very nice tonight.”

“Hey Mrs. Andrews, it’s good to see you and thanks for the compliment, but look at you in a dress that doesn’t exactly scream casual, not that I’m complaining.”

“Hmmm, and you’re sweet too. However, and please forgive me Erick, but before we go any further, ah, your fireball, has she been sizing me up for your benefit or for her hit squad because I might be stepping on her precious toes?”

“Ugh, Marci! It has been for my benefit, but isn’t “sizing up” a little extreme, Mrs. Andrews? I mean, she’s just a little spunky and blah, blah, blah, blah.”

“Relax Eric, you answered my question and I believe escort bayan ataköy you. And I’m not even all that mad that your little fireball probably selected your outfit tonight, just as long as she did it from a distance. It’s just that, well, you know, right? The way her left eye twitches and stuff.”

“LOL, that just means your answers to her very nosey questions weren’t detailed enough. So, shall we grab a cocktail and mingle, Mrs. Andrews?”

“Oops, I wasn’t finished yet Erick and being alone with you tonight like this may not be all that easy, so while we have a few more moments, there are a couple of things that I am mad about it and we should talk about them.”

Well, hells bells, right? A catch, there’s always a catch and if I heard her blah, blah, blah correctly, there are at least two catches. Oh, and talk too!

“OMG Erick, do you have a medical issue with your eye too? Anyways, I’m mad that I’m technically still married and I’m mad that I have to meet with each small business owner tonight to explain the “green light” project, which will keep me busy, but I’ll be even madder if we don’t manage to steal away at least a few moments alone again before the social is over, like in a more private setting.”

Well, maybe not all “catches” aren’t all that bad to overcome, right? I mean, I didn’t hear any blah, blah, blah mad at me, so, whatever, right? And I could hallways and doors, so maybe the “catches” weren’t meant for tonight.

“And by the way Erick, your little fireball has texted me a couple of times today and even though a few of her suggestions were a little over the top for me, I don’t mind telling you that she also directed my wardrobe tonight too! You know, on the inside. Bye now, I have to push the security systems.”

Oh, oh, oh, mad is on and mad has Marci’s face on it! Well, you know, after I call Marci and learn a little more about her suggestions and stuff.

“Boss, I’m not getting in the middle of your love life, but it will take much less than a lifetime to figure out what Mrs. Andrews is wearing or not wearing tonight at the social. I mean, find a private place and get a feel for things. Anyways, I have customers, so I have to go.”

“Wait a minute, Marci. What the hell does that blah, blah, blah mean?”

“Look boss, she’s holding true to her ridiculous piece of paper for a while, so things are only going to go so far tonight, so just make the best out of it. But listen, while you’re holding me on the phone and away from our customers, well, that sissy fem boy Lizzy is here looking for you and I know he wants to do some stuff with you, so should I tell him to wait around? I mean, I’m your best employee and I’m working every angle for you boss, blah, blah, blah. Besides, Lizzy boy is cute tonight and you probably have a boner already from Mrs. Andrews, so should I blah, blah, blah stall fem boy Lizzy?”

Oops, ah, an asteroid must have taken out all of the communication satellites at the same time because that call was dropped and dropped quick!

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