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Dear readers; a few months ago I asked your help to fashion the direction of my story. With your many e-mails and comments, this is the resulting story. I hope you enjoy it. As always I hope you stroke yourself while reading.

Jay

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The next morning I felt reborn. I woke next to the naked, deeply sleeping love of my life. Our lives had changed that night. I lived out the lustful fantasies of my dreams. I licked my cum from my wife’s vagina at her urging. She sucked my cock until I ejaculated in her mouth. We shared the taste of my cum, I licked her open vagina and her ass from behind her. She fucked both her holes with a nine inch dildo. My wife; my Linneylovelace.

What a difference a day makes.

I stepped into the shower without waking her, put on a robe and went down to the kitchen to make coffee. I thought about telling her that I was Jay Richards…but then I thought; this worked out so well, why tell her now? Who knows what else I could learn? She thoroughly enjoyed herself; she took control and guided me to do what she desired, why screw with that? As I was having these thoughts, I heard the shower and knew she was up. I put some croissants in the oven and scrambled some eggs. Today was a work day and we had to get going.

A few minutes later she came downstairs, also in a bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me with a great big beautiful smile. She came into my arms, lifted her face to me and we kissed in a deep and wanton kiss.

“I want you to know that last night was not a dream,” she said as she pulled on the tie to my robe causing it to fall open. She kept her eyes on me as she slid to her knees and lifted my penis to her mouth. I became instantly hard. She took me deep into her mouth and sucked me as the coffee dripped into the carafe. She placed her hands on my buttocks and mouth fucked me there in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Her mouth was so wet on my cock the pleasure was mounting, but now I wanted to give her something too. I pulled my cock from her mouth before I came.

“Now let me.” I said as I kissed her and opened her robe. She smelled wonderful from her shower, like flowers. Her breasts were magnificent. I kissed and licked and sucked them as she threw her head back and moaned as I sucked her. I turned her towards the kitchen table and had her bend over on it, and offer her upturned cleanly waxed vagina and ass to me. She giggled as she stepped her feet apart and leaned forward.

“And now I’m going to show you that last night was no dream either,” I said as I dropped to my knees behind her and began to lick her ass globes and the crevice of her ass. She stepped wider apart and raised her ass high, offering her opened vagina to me. I licked wide broad strokes over her open hole, up to her ass and down again. I placed my mouth over her cunt and lashed my tongue over her clitoris, licking and sucking it. She pushed back and humped my mouth, moaning for me to please fuck her.

Not wanting to disappoint a pleading lady I stood up and slid my dripping cock into her hot sucking openness. She groaned as she pushed back into me, “oh god I love it, I love when you fuck me this way, fuck me hard…hard! Fill me with your hot cum baby.”

Again, just from hearing her dirty talk, I ejaculated deep inside her in a matter of moments. “Yess yes, fill me shoot your cream.” I kept fucking her until I felt her shake and quiver. There we were naked in the kitchen panting as if we’d run a marathon, bathrobes on the floor. I smelled the croissants burning. I pulled out of her and ran to the stove to save them. She laughed at the scene of my still hard cock swaying as I ran to save breakfast.

We soon dressed, ate and parted for work separately after kissing goodbye, something else we had stopped doing. After she pulled away from the house, I pulled escort türbanlı to the side of the street and parked. I took out my I-phone and logged into Literotica. I sent a note to Linneylovelace. “Hi Linney, just passing by- hope your night went well as you were hoping. Remember I’m here for you either way. Jay.” I logged out and continued off to work.

Later that day, we both arrived home at about the same time-she first. We shared our day as we prepared dinner. As it turned out we needed Italian bread and a few other things so I went out again to the supermarket. As I returned home about a half hour later, my phone notified me that Linney had just replied to my message. “Hi Jay, nice to see your note. I don’t know how to begin. It was like you suggested. Everything went that way. I trusted my husband to accept me and to open up to him. Boy did I open up to him! I opened my vagina, my ass and my mouth. He lowered his pajamas and displayed his hard cock while I gave him a one woman show. Then finally as I was fucking myself with Oscar, I asked him if he wanted to lick me, and wow did he! He licked my holes like a starving man, and finally like you said, after he fucked me he kept his promise and ate the cum out of me- then later on he fucked my mouth too. Thank you Jay, for showing me the way. I am so happy now; I don’t know what can possibly be in store for me.”

I was floored. The note made me so happy- I thought of a response immediately. “Linney, what good news, I’m very glad for you. What’s next, who knows? Did you touch his ass by the way? With your finger, dildoe or anything? Just asking, it’s a well known desire that men can never say, but a man who will lick your ass and eat his cum from you will want to be ass fucked. It’s well known by us hetero men. So as long as you’re awakening, maybe explore that idea? Jay.”

I put away the phone, grabbed my groceries and headed into the house. I don’t know what came over me, yes this was my desire but I never thought I’d be introducing it to Lynn’s experience this way. It just seemed…to be working I guess you might say, so why not continue to play it out. Eventually I thought I would have to reveal all to Lynn, but she seemed to be loving it too.

She was upstairs when I came into the kitchen. I put the bread on the cutting board and stowed the rest of the things I’d bought.

After dinner, we sat together with our wine glasses on the couch. It was about nine o’clock when Lynn said “I have to get up early.”

“Me too I said, I think I’ll hit the shower.”

“Hmmm shower before bed eh? What’s on your mind?” She laughed.

“You’ll see.” I said as I got off the couch, kissed her and headed upstairs. I had decided earlier in the day that after seeing how she was waxed from hole to hole, at least I could shave my pubes for her. I thought she’d like that. I got into the shower with my scissor and razor and a can of shaving cream. I trimmed with the scissor first, then applied the cream. I shaved carefully, though it took a while. I even went as far around the back as I could. By the time I finished I was amazed at how sexual it felt. I applied after shave balm that smelled really nice, and stepped into my bathrobe.

When I entered the bedroom, it was like last night, all lit with candles and a glass of wine. Lynn had been in her personal shower too, but had apparently finished earlier. She was lying under a sheet and patted the bed beside her. I sat down and leaned back into the pillows as she rolled to my side. We kissed deeply and slowly. Her tongue licked the inside of my mouth as she reached into my robe and stroked my nipples. They hardened instantly as my penis rose and thickened. “Mmmm I love your hard nipples, I would like to lick you there,” she said as she nuzzled her mouth down my neck to my chest. “So what were you doing in there so long?” She asked escorts istanbul as she licked my hard nipple and pulled on the tie to my robe allowing it to drop open and release my rising bald penis. She slid her hand down my stomach as she nibbled me, and discovered my naked balls. “Oh my mister, what do we have here? Shaved balls and cock? My my, how far down does it go?”

“All the way,” I said reaching for her breasts. I pulled on her nipples enough to make her eyes close with pleasure. “Lie back,” she said, “I want to feel you.”

I lay back and drew up my knees slightly exposing my cock and balls. She cupped my balls in one hand as she stroked my hardness with her other hand. “Mmmm I want to explore some more. May I?”

“Yes you may,” I said as she nudged my legs farther apart opening me down to my ass. She slid her fingers along my smooth skin to where I had shaved away my ass hair. My asshole was a few millimeters away from her fingertips. She went further and I felt her fingertips slide over my smooth asshole. I reflexively opened myself to her touching, turning pushing towards her fingers, I whimpered, “Oh yes.”

“Oh really? Do you want that baby, do you like that there? Tell me what you want me to do baby.”

“Stroke me there, touch me there.” I urged.

“Where? Say it– say it more clearly; say the dirty words that you want me to do.” She said, fully in charge of the situation, making my cock throb.

“Touch my asshole, finger fuck my ass. Fuck my ass,” I said quivering with excitement.

“You are asking me to go further, not to stop. You want me to explore your asshole.”

“Yes oh god yes.”

‘Oh god yes what? You must say it again. Be very dirty.”

“Please, fuck me in the ass.” I whimpered.

“With what?” She said innocently as she stroked my hardness with her other hand.

“Anything, your finger; please oh please.”

She smiled and turned to squeeze some lube on her fingertip, and applied it to my hole. She applied it in small circles slowly, applying light pressure as she pressed her finger into my ass. Soon she slipped past my sphincter and was inside. I groaned. My cock leaked pre cum as she licked my nipple and began to finger fuck my asshole. I reached down and stroked my cock. “Like that?” She said. She took her mouth off my nipple and wiped a drop of my pre cum with her other fingertip. She wiped the pre-cum on my lips. “Taste yourself, taste your dripping cock.”

I licked my lips and her fingertip as she fed me more and continued to finger my asshole. “Uhhh oh yes, oh yes. Deepe…r deeper,” I moaned.

She bit my nipple as she pushed the full length of her finger into my ass, and began to fuck me with long strokes. As I was in sexual bliss, she said something, like ‘wait a moment…’and withdrew her finger. She rolled across the bed, and withdrew something from under her pillow, then rolled back. This time she said “open your eyes.” I did so weakly, quivering, my cock leaking pre cum as I saw she was holding a seven inch cock. I remembered that years ago we bought it from an on line catalogue, her first vibrator. “Do you want this? Do you want to be fucked with this?”

“Yes,” I said “please.”

She pushed my legs apart and applied lube to the vibrator. She took the tip of my penis in her mouth and licked as she placed the head of the dildoe at my ass and pressed gently. I opened my legs and drew my knees up giving her access to my ass.

“Oh yes baby, give it up to me, give me your tight ass to fuck. Command me, tell me your desires while I fuck you.”

“Fuck me in the ass with your hard dildo baby, I want to be ass fucked by you. I wish you had a cock too, a cock you could fuck me with and shoot cum on my face and in my mouth.”I brought my knees up to my chest as she lubed the vibrator dildo.

“Here it comes baby, I’m going to fuck your ass,” escort olgun she hissed. “Had I known- I would have bought a strap on cock for your ass.” Do you want that? Do you want me to get a strap on to fuck your ass with? She pressed the vibrator into my ass easily. I was a little surprised by how full I felt but the feeling passed and I was loving the cock like thing in my ass. She began a slow fucking rhythm as I moaned my pleasure.

“Oh god yes, oh god I want that, I’d do anything to make that happen,” I said.

“Jerk your cock off as I fuck you babe, and if you’re lucky maybe you’ll shoot your cream all the way up to your face, would you like that, would you like to cum on your own face? Because you’re going to eat it you know, if you squirt cum while I am fucking your ass you are going to eat it all just like you licked your cream out of my vagina last night. From now on that is going to be your desert. Say you agree or I’ll stop fucking you now,” she teased.

For a second, she stopped fucking me and I panicked. “Yes,” I said “make me cum on my face, I will open my mouth and help you to make me shoot cum and fill my mouth.”( I actually never thought I could shoot that far but saying it felt so dirty and being made to say it by my once estranged wife was more thrilling.)

I continued to jerk my cock as she fucked my ass. I began to finger fuck her vagina with my other hand. She was so wet and slippery and she begged me to finger fuck her deeper with more fingers. “I’mm gonna cum, I’m gonna squirt,” I said as I felt the ejaculation start.

“Shoot it to your face baby, open your mouth, eat your cream… eat it.” I began to shoot as she fucked my ass. I clenched down onto the dildoe as I squirted, forcing it out of me. My cum shot out about a foot,, almost to my chin. I kept four fingers inside her as I squirted. Lynn quickly scooped up some hot cum and pressed her hand over my mouth, feeding the pungent cum to me as I lay panting. I licked it off her hand, and she quickly covered my mouth with hers and shared a cummy kiss as my cock continued to throb.

“Yumm, I love kissing you in such a dirty way.”

“Cunt fuck my face, fuck my face now,” I begged. “Oh Yeah¸” Lynn said as she climbed over me and straddled my face with her open vagina. I gripped her hips as she held onto the headboard and she ground her pussy all over my mouth. I tongue fucked her as she humped me. I licked and sucked her hole, making my tongue like a penis and causing her to fuck my face. I lifted her higher and licked her ass as she screamed her joy. “Lick my hole, eat my holes. Oh baby I’m going to cum on your face….”

“Do it do it baby, fuck my face like you fucked my ass. Cum on my face god I want to lick your sweet cum. Feed me your girl cum.”

Now she was pressing down, rubbing her open vagina on my mouth and my nose. I searched for her open hole with my stiff tongue as I felt her quiver and quake as she shrieked, “oh god oh god I’m cumming.” I licked as a warm flush washed over my face. I licked and sucked and ate her cream until she was so sensitive that he had to lift up. She slid down onto my softening cock and filled her cunt with me. We kissed deep and lustfully, still tasting each other’s cum. I licked and nibbled her hanging breasts. I sucked her nipples and felt myself get harder inside her. “Oooh mister, I think you aren’t done yet,” she moaned.

She sat back and began to fuck herself on my softening cock. She lifted one breast and licked her own nipple. I got harder still.

“Do you like sucking your own nipples, do you?” I said soon fully hard again.

“Oh yes I like my nipples sucked, now I can do it to myself in front of you.”

“Suck them baby while I fuck you.”

“Oh good your cock is so good in me, cum in me while I lick my own nipples for you. Then you’ll have some more desert baby.”

She fucked herself on my cock with pure joy, but having cum twice in such a short time, I couldn’t cum a third time. She lie down next to me and cuddled with me and began to sleep. I was going to say something to her about how daring she was to touch my ass, and I wondered how she knew I would like that ¬but I didn’t and soon we both were in a blissful sleep.

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I hope Mr. Carter isn’t visiting, Layla thought, as she entered the Good Shepherd Nursing Home to visit her mother. It’s seems he’s always here when I am. Before entering the room, she heard her mother’s voice.

“Mrs. Carter, would you please lower the sound on your TV? I feel as though I’m sitting in Judge Judy’s courtroom.”

“I have the sound at a level at which I can hear. If you didn’t watch those stupid cooking shows all the time you might be more civil.”

“If you don’t turn the sound down I’ll have Ms. Sally come in here.”

“Good afternoon Mrs. Carter. Good afternoon mother. Are you two having another spat?”

The two old ladies were separated by a white curtain and a distance of about twenty feet. Her mother sat rigid in her wheel chair, her hands grasped the arms of the chair in a steel grip, and had a scowl on her face.

“Don’t talk to her Layla. Please get me out of here, that…that woman’s TV is driving me deaf and insane.” She lifted her arms, faced her daughter hugged and kissed her. Layla pushed her chair to the door.

“Woops! Excuse me Mrs. Simpson. I didn’t see you coming. It’s nice to see you again Layla.” He stepped back with a gorgeous smile on his handsome face.

Layla nodded waiting for him to step out of the way. I know he’s a widow like me. How can he be such a hunk? I wonder if he’s seeing someone.

Layla rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m under some stress,” she said looking at him.

He nodded. “I understand.”

She pushed her mother down the hall.

* * *

“Mother, you and Melissa have to find a way to live together without fighting all the time,” Layla said as they sat at a table in the dining area.

“I can’t stand her blaring TV, and her holier than thou attitude. I want you to get me transferred to another room.”

“You’ve already changed roommates twice this year and there are no available beds. You are going to have to stay where you are and make friends with her.”

“Make friends with her over my dead body.”

“Do you want to be transferred to another nursing facility?”

“No, I like it here and I was here first. She’s nothing but a barbaric interloper.”

“There must be something the two of you have in common. You both like to play cards, knit, and crotchet.” Layla looked at her stubborn mother.

“I wouldn’t play cards with someone like her; she probably cheats.”

“Mother, you don’t know that. You more than likely haven’t spoken a civil word to her since she moved in with you.”

“Shh, here they come.”

“Do you mind if we join you? Harry asked standing behind his mother’s wheel chair.

“No we don’t want you here,” Shirley said.

Layla stood looking at Melissa and Harry. “I apologize for my mother’s behavior. Please join us. We need to talk about the civil war going on in their room.”

“Thank you I agree.” He pushed his mother next to Shirley and sat beside Layla.

He acts like such a gentleman? He’s tall, handsome, athletic, and loves his mother. “Do you think we can negotiate a truce of some kind?”

“I was thinking the same thing since there’s no place in this facility for them to move. Can I get you some coffee?” He stood looking deep into her blue eyes.

“Yes please, my mother and I both drink decaf with two creams and two sweeteners.”

He nodded and walked to the area where the coffee and condiments were located.

Layla watched his great butt as he walked toward the coffee. She turned to Mrs. Carter, “Do you like to play cards?”

“As a matter of fact I do but no with her.” She glanced at Shirley.

“Who said I would ever play a game of cards with you?”

“Harry returned with the coffee and distributed it before sitting down accidently bumped Layla’s arm.

She felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body at the incidental tap.

“I’ve asked the nurse to bring us a deck of cards. Would you like to play a game of Kings in the Corner?” Harry asked.

“No!” The two older ladies said together.

“Thank you for the coffee. I think card’s is a great idea. Maybe our mother’s might get to know each other a little better in a different situation.” Layla took a sip of her coffee.

“We might get to know each other too.” He cast a charming smile at Layla.

He has a smile that ought to melt the heart of my mother it certainly has an effect on me.

* * *

Layla expertly shuffled and dealt the first hand and her mother won on her first turn.

She looked at Melissa with a smirk on her face.

“I’d better cut the cards next time it looks like we have a card shark among us.” Harry said with a grin.

Shirley shuffled and Layla cut, before the cards were deftly passed to each player.

“It must be nice to be able to shuffle and deal that escort tesettürlü well. With my arthritis I can’t do that.” Melissa looked at her knurled hands.

“I’ve been playing cards since I was a child. I’m sorry about your arthritis.”

“Me too. I taught Harry everything he knows.”

“Everything mother?’ He smiled lovingly at her. “Did you ladies come to play cards or shoot the bull?” Harry elbowed Layla in the ribs.

She smiled. She enjoyed his male manner and the elbow sending another wave of current through her. I wonder if it means something besides the obvious. It was the only the second time they’d touched except to shake hands. His well kept hand and nails, and the lack of a wedding ring pleased her.

The second hand took much longer and all of them made comments about how bad their cards were. Harry went out first.

“What’s the idea Harry? Gentlemen are supposed to allow ladies to win especially your mother. I was going to go out on my next turn.” Melissa said throwing her cards into the pile.

“Mom, all’s fair in love and cards.” He chuckled, mixed the cards and beamed at Layla.

Layla and he touched hands as she cut the cards. For the third time she felt the power of his touch. He has soft, smooth hands and his after shave was heavenly. He’s well kept for a man his age.

Play went quickly with the number of wins about even.

“Shirley, Melissa, it’s time for lunch,” an aid said.

“Where has all the time gone,” Shirley asked looking around the table.

“Time flies when you’re having a good time.” Melissa looked at Shirley.

Layla and Harry glanced at each other.

“You ladies do know that two can play this game?

“Of course, Harry, do you think we’re ninnies? His mother asked.

“While our mothers eat may I treat you to lunch?”

She looked at him with anxiety because of his affect on her. She hesitated.” Ya…yes, thank you that would be nice.”

* * *

Harry offered his arm as they walked to the parking lot, Layla took it.

She thought they made a good looking couple: she was a five foot six inches tall blond, and he stood something over six meet with brown-gray hair. I wouldn’t mind this being a permanent picture she thought. “It seems as though the cards may have stopped or at least improved the relations between our mothers.”

“It seems that way and I hope it continues. Do you have a preference for lunch? There’s a dinner near here I frequent you might like.”

“Since you’re treating, I’ll let your decide. Don’t drive too fast. I don’t like to go fast or in a lot of traffic.”

“I’ll drive carefully and the speed limit. I don’t want to lose you,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I hope that statement has a double meaning. Layla thought, as she got into her Camry.

He carefully led her to Millie’s dinner on Tappan’s Road. It was in an older home surrounded by pine trees. “It’s difficult to find a restaurant that isn’t part of a chair,” he said as she joined him in the parking lot.

Upon entering Millie’s a young lady behind the counter said, “Harry, it’s nice to see you. Would you like a table for two?”

“Yes that would be nice. Sandra this is Layla Simpson.

“Nice to meet to you Layla, Harry is one of our best customers. What would you like to drink?” She asked as they sat.

“I’d like some decaf coffee.”

“I’ll have the same.” He sat across from her with his elbows on the table.

She liked the way he looked at her. His handsome face and brown eyes were a picture of a confident likeable male.

The restaurant was decorated in a pleasant homey style. She could tell the interior had been designed by a woman.

“What do you do when you’re not visiting your mother?” He learned forward as though eager to hear what she had to say.

“I’m the credit manager at the Tar Heel State Bank. I’ve been there since my late husband died. What about you?”

“I’m a salesman for a small manufacturing company that makes tools.”

They ordered and were sipping on their coffee when a beautiful buxom woman probably in her middle thirties in an apron that smelled of fresh bread came to the table and hugged Harry.

“It’s good to see you Harry and with a lady for a change.”

“Millie this is a friend of mine Layla Simpson.”

“Layla, I saw him first and I’ve got my eye on him. I’ll give you a chance but don’t take too long. A guy like Harry isn’t going to stay single much longer.”

Layla blushed. She didn’t know what to say.

Harry said, “Thank you Millie. You’ve embarrassed both of us, now you can return to the kitchen.”

“I’m just telling her the truth.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked away her slender hips swaying istanbul escort girls to and fro.

The rest of lunch was awkward. Neither of them could look the other in the eye.

In the parking lot Harry said, “I’m sorry about that. I think Millie while trying to be funny ruined our lunch. I’d like to see you again. Dinner perhaps?”

Millie’s probably right. He’s on the open market and someone with her personality and build could snatch him up. Maybe it could be me. “I’d like to have dinner some evening. Do you have a day in mind?

“I was thinking this weekend. Is Friday okay with you?”

“I don’t have anything planned. Yes, Friday will be fine.” She looked him directly in the eye. I want a change for him to see me in a more fashionable outfit.

“Good, is seven thirty too early? “

“That’ll be fine. What should I wear?”

“Dress up I have a fancy restaurant in mind.” He took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

* * *

Layla thought about Harry all week and the way his touch made her feel. She stood in front of the mirror drying her hair and looking at her body. Not bad for forty-seven, my breasts may not be as large as Millie’s but I’m almost in her league.

She selected a black sheath dress with a modest neck line and a hem just below the knees. It’s tight enough to accentuate my breasts and short enough to display my legs. I believe he’ll like what he sees.

He arrived at exactly seven thirty. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“You look good in charcoal black yourself.” She turned so he could see her profile.

They talked about work and the weather on the way to Le Chalet.

The food and service were excellent and they had a good time conversing about their mothers and what they liked to do. They had two different wines and finished the meal with coffee and dessert.

At her home he walked her to the door on the front porch.

She unlocked the door. Should I ask him in? Should I let him kiss me? If I do will he expect more, and if I don’t will he feel rejected?

“Does your hesitation have a meaning?”

“Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know. I’m not used to having a handsome man wine and dine me and walk me to the door.”

“I’m not used to being with a beautiful woman, nor am I used to doing this.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.

She didn’t resist, it was wonderful. His lips were soft, moist and had a wonderful taste. She melted into his arms.

“May I come in?” He looked deep into her eyes.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” She glanced away from him.

“What do you think it means?” He pulled her tighter.

She hesitated. “I think you want to have sex with me.”

“Would that be unacceptable? You seemed to enjoy the kiss.”

“I’m not interested in a one night stand.”

“Neither am I. I’ve known you for six months and I’ve wanted to be with you since the first time I saw you.” He pushed the door open.

“I’ve thought about you too.” She stepped through the door, turned and kissed him.

They stood kissing for a long time.

Harry rubbed, scratched, and massaged her back.

Layla held him tight before she put her hands on his ass and pulled him to her.

Their kiss became more passionate. Tongues dueled and explored. They became more and more aroused.

“Can we continue in the bedroom?” He unzipped her dress and fumbled with her bra.

She led him to the bedroom and allowed him to undress her.

“You’re even more beautiful this way.” He stripped.

They fell to the bed with their hands and mouths exploring each other’s erogenous zones. Their limbs entwined along with the bed sheets they pleasured one another.

Layla hadn’t been with a man since long before her husband died, and she hadn’t realized how much she needed this kind of intimacy. He kissed her face, neck, and shoulders as his hands massage her breasts and his fingers brought her nipples to the hardness of stone and waves of pleasure swept through her body.

He moved lower and looked into her eyes with yearning.

She nodded her head and guided his face to her breasts.

He kissed and licked them until they were damp before he kissed her nipples and took one in his mouth. His tongue swirling, licking, nipping, and sucking excited her even more. He switched from one teat to the other and her fervor increased.

She placed her hand on his and moved it to her pussy.

His experience was obvious as he tickled her pubic hair.

“That tickles,” she giggled.

“It’s supposed to.” His fingers ran circles around her vulva lips and then gently back and forth across them.

“That tickles,” she giggled again.

“It’s supposed to.” His fingers moved in oval from escort özbek her outer lips in ovals, to her inner lips during another loop, and slowly glided into her wetness searching for her G-spot.

She moaned. “You do that so well.”

He continued to suckle on her teat as he explored her tunnel searching for her hidden inner place of pleasure, found it and pressed gently around it in small circles.

She moaned louder, her body tensed, and she placed her hand on his. Her moaning turned to groaning when he moved his finger to her clit.

His finger circled her honey button over and over.

She gasped, her body writhed, as her inner organs contracted faster and faster until she rose on her shoulder, lifted he hips to get closer to the pleasure, and then she exploded in all directions and she howled as she climaxed.

Harry stopped and smiled at her obvious orgasm. He waited until the tide of sexual pleasure receded.

“That was wonderful.” She opened her eyes and whispered, “I want you.” She spread her legs and raised her hips.

“Wait till I put on a condom.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m not fertile.” She pulled him to her.

“I don’t want to either, but it’s not fair or safe for us not to use protection until we know this is what we want.”

She released him. My god he’s so thoughtful, so skilled, so endearing. She waited impatiently. Her anticipation level increased, he covered himself, and came to her. She gasped at the length, girth, and hardness of his cock

Slowly gently he slid into her, stopped, and groaned. After a moment he stroked her.

They moved in unison. There was no need to hurry to end the pleasure.

Layla thought about his good looks, his smell, his taste, the sweat sprouting on his body and the sound of his breathing. She especially liked the feel of his movements within her.

He stopped.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered in his ear.

He rose on his hands looking down at her with appreciation in his eyes. “Nothing, I want to enjoy you for as long as I can. You’re wonderful. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I’ve thought about it but I didn’t think it would happen.”

She reached up and ran her hands over his face and over his hairy chest. “You’re amazing. I love your good looks, the color of your eyes and hair, your taste and smell, the timbre of your voice, and your love making skills. They’re more than I hoped for.”

“For people our age this is awesome. I hope I’m pleasing you?” He dropped to his forearms and thrust into her.

“I’m the one whose worried if I’m as good as you wanted?”

Lowering himself to her body he rolled his hips in one direction and then the other. He increased his speed and slowed down. He stopped and kissed her with his tongue mating with hers. He rose again to his forearms, looked into her eyes, and said, “I’m ready.”

“Give it to me Harry. I want you too. I need you too.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Using the foot board, his leg, stomach, and hip muscles he plunged in and out of her wet tight pussy.

She thrilled as his cock touched all the sensitive places in her channel, and she felt him get harder and harder until just before his body went rigid and he shot spur after spurt of semen into the sheath covering him. His spasms lasted for another minute before he became flaccid and slipped from her.

They lay in each other arms in the afterglow of love making well done.

I didn’t know how much I missed this kind of intimacy. I hope he enjoyed our love making as much as I did.

They cuddled and kissed for a long time when Layla felt his cock hardened again. “Harry, I want you again.”

He gave her what both of them wanted.

* * *

Three months later they walked into their mother’s room together.

“Mother, Melissa we have something to tell you. First, we’re both pleased you’re getting along so well now, and second, Harry and I are going to marry. We hope you approve.”

“Well it’s about time,” Shirley raised her arms and pursed her lips.

“What’s taken you so long Harry? Congratulations, she’s a wonderful woman and I’m pleased you finally discovered that.”

They exchanged hugs and kisses with each other.

“How soon are you going to get married?” Shirley asked looking back and forth between them.

“Yes, Shirley and I have been planning your wedding for the past several months. We’d like you to hold it here with us our friends and relatives.”

“Do you mean you two knew about our interest in each other?”

“Your fascination with each other was as apparent as steel shaving being attracted to a magnet,” Shirley said.

“Yes, we don’t know why it’s taken you so long. Neither are getting any younger you know.”

Everyone laughed.

The wedding was held a month later in the recreation room of the nursing home. The room was full of residents and close friends of both families. They honeymooned on Maui in the Hawaii islands. Like a young couple they didn’t spend much time seeing the sights because they were still not tired of their new found sex lives.

END

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Korey had stayed away from Sarah for the remainder of the afternoon, fighting with himself over what to do. In the end, he decided he would be stupid not to go to her room. He waited in his room until just after 10, then went to her room. Streams of light shined from under her door, so he pushed it open no longer fearing he would wake her.

She is sitting on the bed, watching her TV, but shuts it off when he enters. Korey suddenly felt nervous, something Sarah clearly didn’t feel. She stood up, showing a pair of tight, aquamarine panties that matched her bra. Korey felt his cock harden and his confidence increase as she pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Now,” she whispers into his ear, “Let me show another of my fantasies.”

She begin another passionate kiss, as her hand snaked across his sculpted chest. Eventually it begins to work it’s way down. Briefly rubbing gentle circles around his abs, before she expertly puts into his pants. Her smooth, soft hand begins to gently stroke his hardened cock as she continues the passionate kissing.

A small moan escapes his lips. Her slow, methodical stroking gradually speeds up causing him to lose himself in desire. After several moments of stroking, she breaks off the kiss allowing him to quickly remove his shirt. Her humid breath increases his arousal as she places several kisses on his neck, before returning to his ear.

“Now the real fun,” she whispers in a sultry tone.

She quickly removes her hand from his pants, unbuttons them and then inhales his entire member escort sınırsız in a single fluid motion. Korey almost shot his load into her mouth, as she begins to gently suck on his cock. Spittle escapes from her lips as she picks up speed. Unable to contain himself any longer, Korey pulls her off, then picks her up by the waist.

He drops onto the bed, shoves her panties to the side and inserts 2 fingers into her dripping pussy. A moan escapes her lips as he slowly begins to finger her. Her tight, velvety pussy clings to his fingers like Ivy to a brick as her moans become louder and louder.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she howls in primal pleasure.

Korey furiously drives his fingers into her pussy, as he slowly moves a hand across her smooth, silky stomach to her small, firm boobs. He pulls down her bra and gently traces small patterns around her nipples. Reaching the point of no return, Sarah screams in carnal desire as her pussy latches onto his fingers. As she begins to come down, Korey removes his fingers and plunges his cock in.

Sarah screams louder than before as she sits and wraps her arms around him. Her fingernails rake across his back as he thrusts harder and harder into her warm, velvety snatch. Eventually, she lets go and falls back onto the bed. Seizing the opportunity, Korey traces patterns around her left nipple. After a brief moment, he switches to the right and gently starts to suck her left nipple. Her moans increase.

Several long minutes escorts pass, before he pulls his cock from her pussy. Instantly, Sarah’s full lips are wrapped around as she does several rapid bobs. He turns around, wrapping his arms around her waist, as he fucks her doggy style. The sounds of their fucking filled the room. He grabs her by the ponytail, driving her back on his thick, cock.

She fucks him back. Hooking an arm around her neck, he kisses her as her orgasm rips through her body. This sets off his own as he drives his entire shaft into her pussy, holding it there as he came. They untangle themselves and lay down next to each other. Sarah’s hazel eyes are sparkling with happiness. She reaches over him, rummages in her nightstand for something and retrieves a small, sliver vibrate.

Eyeing him, she provocatively sucks on toy. Despite having just blown his largest load ever, Korey felt his cock start to get hard. Sarah inserts the toy into her still sopping pussy, before putting into her ass. Korey watched as she rapidly fucked her ass with the small toy. He gave her kiss on the neck, before whispering to her, “I got something better.”

She gives him a grin, before removing the toy from her ass. She grabs his hard member and guides him to her tight asshole. He struggles for a few minutes, before the tip of his cock enters her tight hole. A gasp escapes her lips. He pushes slightly deeper, before pulling back to just the tip. He repeats several more times before getting his entire cock inside the escort gecelik tight slice of heaven.

The opportunity to pull out never happens as Sarah drives herself up and down on his member. A consistent moan fills the room. Korey lays down on his back, grabbing the vibrator as he does. He runs his hand over the toy until he finds the on/off switch, which he clicks. The toy buzzes with life as shoves it her pussy. Convulsions rack her body as another orgasm rips through her body.

It causes her clench her ass, wildly increasing his pleasure and the chance he was about to come. She was keenly aware he was about to cum inside her ass, so she quickly removes herself. Instead engulfing his cock with her mouth. She goes all the way down, sucks in her cheeks and throws Korey over the edge.

Thick ropes of cum erupt from his pulsating cock. Sarah swallows every drop, then rolls over. Korey worms his way behind her and both drift off into a peaceful slumber. Morning sunlight peeks through the curtain as Korey groans himself awake. He tried to find his glasses, but can’t.

“You’re awake,” a voice from the door says.

“Yes,” Korey answers as she gives him his glasses, followed by a cup of coffee.

He takes a long sip of the slightly bitter coffee. They sat in silence, each one finishing their coffee. Korey stared at the freckles on her face, she hated them but they were one of his most favorite things about her.

“I have got classes today. You want a ride,” Korey asks.

“I don’t have any today, but if you want you can drop me off at the mall. I am going to see my sister,” she answers.

“Sure, no problem,” He says as he offers to take her cup to the kitchen. She gives him her cup as he heads downstairs.

“Next time, we’ll use these,” she says, showing Korey a pair of pink fur handcuffs.

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My hands were clammy. I hated going to the doctors office for my annual checkup, and I recalled my last visit vividly. The cold office, the flimsy gown, my naked body shivering in the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. And my doctor, oh my god. That was the problem: she was tall, at least she seemed tall when she stood on those black high heels; and blonde. Danish or Norwegian, Dr. Deehr was her name, with penetrating blue eyes and fair skin, and an attitude. That was what really stuck in my mind. Her attitude of aloofness, professionalism, and power. I could tell she enjoyed being the doctor and treating others as mere patients — I could sense her desire for power and control. The problem was that my attraction to her was hard to hide in the setting of her office: practically naked, only inches from this woman who was inspecting my body.

I sat for what seemed like forever in the lounge — worrying over the situation, flipping through thumbed issues of Better Homes and Gardens and Seventeen magazine. Somehow all the Car and Drivers and National Geographics were gone, and I was stuck with half naked teens talking about their first kiss and articles on how to choose pillow colors for one’s living room. At least it helped get my mind off the appointment. But it only worked so well, and my mind wandered to my worst nightmare. I feared I would get an erection during the check up, that I would somehow not be able to remain calm in the situation, and I reassured myself that the cold room with the medical gear everywhere around me would help reduce my erotic energies enough. The last time I had seen her she had filled out the paperwork at the end, and looking up over her glasses she stared down at me with a bit of a mocking look, and a smirk on one side of her lips, and said, “Stay healthy, and be a good guy until I see you next year.” That sent a chill through my spine for some reason, and formed the basis for a string of lurid fantasies for the next couple weeks.

I loosened my shoulders and hunched over the magazine distracting myself. Finally my name was called and a nurse walked us down a long, plain hallway to Room 17.

“She’s busy and in a bad mood,” said the nurse. “Just change into the gown, wait, and do what you’re told.”

That sounded ominous, and with that, she opened the door and motioned me to enter, immediately turning away and walking back towards the nurse’s station. I reluctantly entered the room, closed the door behind me, and took in the room.

It was completely quiet, and it was cool as I had remembered last time. And she was there, opposite me, back to me, writing furiously on a stack of paperwork, so focused I am not sure she even noticed my entrance. I could see her heavy blonde hair over the back of her lab coat, the rims of her glasses, her ears, and her slender legs with black high heels. I watched momentarily as her breath raises and lowered her shoulders slightly, and her hands scribbled aggressively across the pages.

I glanced at the room, noticed the gown folded on the examination table, and slowly proceeded to undress. The shirt and pants were easy, but my underwear took a moment to pull down and remove as I had started to form an erection even in the cool, clinical conditions. Completely naked, I put on the gown, rarely taking my eyes off her.

I felt a little foolish just standing there, and suddenly she glanced over to me and barked out, “Stand on the scale, I will be right with you.”

When her head turned I suddenly saw the glint of gold and remembered from last year: the gold chain. She wore a long heavy gold chain (heavy for a woman’s chain, but not bulky really), with a large gold heart pendant handing from it. I gulped, as I watched briefly the heart swinging on her lab coat right at the level of her hidden breasts, and I quickly glanced to the wall and some literature on cholesterol that was posted there as blood rushed to my hips.

She turned back to her work, and I stepped up on the scale. My 180 pounds didn’t lift the arm as the last client must have been very overweight. I stood, back to her. After about two minutes of struggling with my erection that had formed again and faded once more, and the rush of thoughts in my head over this intensely attractive doctor, I heard the papers being shuffled, and the squeak of her chair as she stood. My mind was undressing her, my body was trying to remain calm. Her hand adjusted the scale, weighing me in at 181.

“Move to the table,” she said, and I did so.

I sat, my palms a little sweaty I noticed, and my chest tense.

“Deep breaths,” she barked out, impatiently.

I breathed deeply, and felt the intensely cold stethoscope on my back and chest. My erection was forming again, pushing upwards on the gown and I had to turn my gaze to the door and concentrate to get it to drop. Her breath smelled of coffee and sexuality, and I focused on breathing through my escort arnavutköy mouth to reduce the scents I was taking in.

She looked in my mouth, nose, ears, took my temperature.

“Your heart is racing” she said. “Take a couple deep breaths please.”

I was losing track of what she was doing, now intently focused on her hair, scent, shoulders, and the gold chain swinging invitingly on her chest. I noticed as the needle entered my arm, blood pumping into the vial. I hadn’t eaten in hours and I felt a little lightheaded watching my blood pulse. She removed the needle, and let the blood pool momentarily on the wound before placing an extremely tight band-aid on the spot, and moving on.

As she lowered herself to tap on my knees, she noticed the tiny wet spot formed on my gown where my penis had left its mark, and the rise of the gown. Her eyes darted away, and she tapped on my knee and asked me to respond to various pressure points on my ankles and feet.

“Stand up”, she said, and I inched off the table and stood.

I was taking in her strong perfume, not floral but acidic, just as her fingers explored my testicles. I was surprised by this, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. She ran her thumb and forefinger over each, pressed onto the sides and asked me to cough, testing for hernias. Her hand grazed my cock, semi-filled, hanging to one side, foreskin slightly pulled back, and she let out an almost unnoticeable noise at that exact moment.

“Everything working ok sexually?”, she asked.

I nodded, not making a noise.

She nodded back to me.

“I notice that your penis is semi-erect and I want to tell you not to worry about that; it is a natural reaction that many of my patients get.”

I nodded again, not sure of what to say.

“Any other issues that deserve attention?”, she asked.

“No”, I stuttered, “nothing that I can think of”, even though I had been having some pain in my right shoulder from my workouts.

I dared not add to the examination, and was doing my best to just let things settle down so I could get out of there. But my eyes couldn’t help but notice her nipples through her gown, and my mind swirled with the possibility that she wasn’t wearing a full suit of clothes underneath — why else could I see her nipples? I forced my gaze upwards, at the same exact moment that she handed me a ridiculously small plastic cup. I looked at it inquisitively.

She said, “I need a semen sample from you”. At the same moment, her other hand reached out and snapped the lock on the door to the room.

“Semen sample?” I asked, not sure what I had just heard.

“Yes”, she replied, firmly.

I took the cup from her hand, and at the same time my gown parted slightly, and we both glanced downward at my semi-flaccid state. I reddened, and gulped. And she turned and walked back to her desk and dove back into the papers she was working with before. A semen sample? My mind was spinning now. Here? In the room? In front of her? Was she out of her mind? I stood in that dazed state for at least a minute, contemplating what had just happened. I felt ridiculous, leaning against the rubberized bed, a cup in my left hand. What was I supposed to do, I asked myself? Masturbate into the cup? My penis drained of blood, so I actually reached down and tried to reinvigorate it, with little success.

Then, without looking back, she said, “Masturbate into the cup, and do it now.”

She was firm in her voice, and it echoed in the small metallic room. I could see this was some sort of game, and I decided to play along. I wasn’t afraid of her, even though she was the authority figure here. And I was up for her game, whatever it was. Still, I was a little nervous about the situation, I can admit that.

I took a deep breath, and started to stroke myself, slowly re-gaining an erection, watching her back and shoulders and her thin, strong calves. The erection came slowly, filling me up and forming a thickness in my hands that felt good to hold. My mind started to let go and I actually took some pleasure in the absurd situation, my left hand holding a cup the size of a cough syrup lid, my right hand pulling slowly at the base of my heavy cock, my foreskin pulling up and over the glans as it grew in size. My mind’s eye saw the chain, the pendant, her breasts heaving in front of me, and I started to stroke a little harder, forgetting the situation.

She barked out, “Are we done yet?”

And I mumbled a no. It has only been a minute or so. She stood suddenly, surprising me, and turned to me. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my hand holding my cock, back to my eyes. “Not done? What the hell is going on here?”, she said, almost in a hysterical scream. She moved quickly over to the table. Her forehead was tensed, her eyes squinted slightly, her cheeks red. I could tell she was teasing me, and that istanbul escort kızları she wanted control of the situation. I went with it. Her seeming anger excited me, and my cock was now throbbing fully, a heavy drop of cum on the tip, my hand stopped to focus on her.

“Stroke that silly little thing hard and cum in the cup for me. NOW!”, she whispered directly into my ear.

The rush of her scent and the air moving across my ear excited me further and I stroked again, hard for her. After twenty strokes or so, with little sign of an orgasm on the horizon, she looked down and shook her head.

“Do I have to do this for you, just like draining blood from your arm?”, she said, as she pulled my hand away from my penis.

“Look at this pathetic little thing”, she crowed, as she took the head of the cock between her thumb and forefinger and clamped down hard on the glans.

“Ouch!” was my natural response, and the cum on the tip dripped off at the same moment.

My heart was racing, and my cock hurt, not terribly, but just enough that I really noticed it.

I tried to push her hand away, but she slapped my hand back, and said “Back off!”. Suddenly she was stroking the shaft hard.

“Ten times you get, and if you don’t cum then we have to take stronger measures.”

Each stroke was hard, pressured, and long, with my cock reaching out for more, my hips naturally moving to her rhythms. But no orgasm arrived, not in those conditions. I watched her eyes staring at it, pulling the semen from it, in a strangely clinical way, like the blood drawing. But her tongue darting over her lips briefly gave away the fact that this was far more than clinical. She was enjoying this, and she needed it. Maybe she had even planned it ahead of time. My mind raced as her strong beautiful hand stroked my shaft. No orgasm.

She stopped abruptly, pulled her hand back, and looked into my eyes.

“It’s getting hot in here”, she said. And she tore the gown from my body in one simple motion. I was completely naked to her now.

“Cum for me, but warn me so I can collect it in the cup”, she said, and she ran both her pointer fingers’ nails down my body starting from my shoulders, across my chest, belly, to my hips. She was kneeling now, and as her fingers pressed hard into my hips, she took the glans between her teeth and bit down hard.

Again, I winced in pain. Some of the pain was real, some of it was the game I figured.

She pulled back, and said, “Stroke it for me again, and cum this time”.

I had had enough of the game, I decided, and of stroking myself for her. And I changed the rules at that moment when I held the shaft near the base and slapped my cock across her cheek.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” was her response.

But at the moment that her lips formed the word “again”, at that perfect moment in the last syllable which forces your lips apart and your mouth slightly open in inflection, I pushed my cock into her mouth several inches, letting the head fill her mouth, and muffled her anger and the remainder of her sentence. She involuntarily moaned briefly, and when my right hand pulled her hair forward, she began to lash her tongue onto the head, taking in the cum that had again formed, and lapping at the sensitive spot below the glans, and pressing underneath the foreskin 360 degrees around, taking in my flavor and thickness.

I was large for her taut mouth, and I said, “Not so pathetic and tiny after all, Dr. Deehr?”.

She moaned and nodded slightly, enclosing as much of the shaft as she could on my cock, and letting me pump the shaft with my hand.

My hand pulled her hair comb out, letting it fall around her ears as she sucked more earnestly. I lifted her up to her feet again, absurdly naked, with my cock wet with her saliva, standing to attention against her lab coat, and her eyes intensely focused on mine as she stood. She smiled, very briefly, letting me know that the game was on still. I reached out and lifted the heavy chain from her neck, pulling her lab coat down to her hips aggressively, revealing a bra and the thin line of her panties.

So she was wearing essentially nothing underneath! My cock pulsed upwards, my mind went into overdrive. I pushed her over the table, face down. Holding her back down, I raised her coat, and slapped her butt cheek on each side, hard, once, then again. Her yelp was a mixture of suffering and rapture.

“More”, she squeaked out.

I pulled her panties down, over her shoes in one long movement, and slapped her amazingly tight, smooth cheeks once again, harder this time. The yelp came again, and her legs naturally fell down to the floor, slightly parted with her hips up on the table. I could see her sex, revealed to me. Heavy lips, puffed up embedded in light hair, and a pink opening, with wetness showing. I stroked my cock several times, and realized escort bahçeşehir I had completely lost track of the little cup! Forget it I told myself.

That was when I realized the gold chain was in my left hand still, and I opened my fist to observe it. Instinctively, I knew I needed to use this to fuck her somehow. I decided to wrap the chain around the base of my cock, and dangle the heavy pendant below the cock, right in front of my balls. This was easy to do, and it tightened the blood hold on my cock, making it more rigid and tight. The first stroke was ecstasy, and she let out a long slow “fuck” as I entered her. First an inch, then two. Then as I slapped her cheek again, I pushed all eight inches into her, very slowly but firmly. She moaned again.

Then she felt the cold heart against her clit! “What the fuck is that?” she asked, turning her head around to see.

“That, Dr. Deehr, is your gold pendant wrapped around my cock, with which I am going to fuck you,” I said. And I stroked hard into her twice, each time the pendant slapping against her clit.

“Oh my god,” was all she could manage. “Don’t stop,” she added.

And I began a serious fucking motion with my hips, holding her legs apart to gain access to her. She naturally rose up onto her elbows on the table, and I held her breasts in each hand as I pumped into her. Her neck tightened and her head came up and backwards. I held her head back with one hand, holding a heavy knot of her hair as I fucked her even deeper. I could feel my balls slapping the heart up against her clit from this position, with every stroke, and I could feel her body convulsing in the orgasm that was building up inside her.

“How does it feel to have a thick cock fucking the daylights out of you on your own rubber examination table?” I laughed out to her, part in jest and part seriously.

I pushed the weight of my left arm on her middle back, pulling up on her head, and slowed my fucking motion. I pushed the heart right up to the clit, and pumped in small strokes, pressing the heart onto her vulnerable spot, over and over, and she finally spilled forth in a giant orgasm.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her hips tightening and vibrating, her arms spinning out of control, her breasts pressed down onto the cold plastic, her heart pendant fucking her clit in hard strokes as she came on my cock, the wetness pressing outward onto the shaft, her necklace, and my balls.

After a long orgasm, her shuttering slowed, and she slowly came to rest. She pulled her coat back up over her to warm her, and spun on her side on the table, inching upward so that she was mostly resting on the table, her knees tucked in. She smiled up at me, motioned for me to come over to her. I smiled back, and walked over to her side of the table.

“I can go,” I said.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” she scolded me, and her mouth took the head of my still hard cock.

Resting her head on the mattress, she pulled my hips towards her and let me slowly fill her mouth. She let out a gentle little encouraging sound, and I started to move myself. Her eyes watched the cock and my body moving, and looked up at me on occasion. I watched my shaft in her mouth, intense and erotic, and her breast that still showed, pressed against the mattress, her dark nipple contrasting against her white skin and blonde hair.

As I moved, she unwrapped the chain slowly. And wrapped it around my balls right at the point where they attached to my body. She tightened the chain just right, and let the heart hang below, tugging and adding to the motion and tension in my balls. Her right hand held my cock at her mouth, and I continued the motion. She could feel my tension, and she pinched my butt cheek hard with her free hand. I slowed the motion to a standstill, and she knew she had me. I was beyond return, but a long way from my orgasm still somehow.

I saw the cup, out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed it, showing it to her. She batted it away with her hand, and I heard it bounce in the corner of the room at the same moment that the head filled with pressure and my first big spurt of cum pulsed into her mouth. She moaned, and licked at it, careful not to over stimulate the head. Her hand stroked hard, but slowly, and the second major pulse came for her, and a third, and soon it was a dozen or more pulses and I was arching my back upwards, one hand on her ear, the other holding her hair, as I filled her mouth with my hot liquid, my sample, my male essence. She smiled, laughed lightly, and pulled me towards her, lifting her head, and licking my semen onto my belly, and chest, and nipples. And finally kissing me hard, our teeth touching, her tongue pressing, my tongue filled with the salty, strong taste, her hands on each side of my head, holding me tightly. She smiled as she kissed, and held my head against hers as we both recovered from our experience together.

She smiled, and said, “I am so damn glad I married you! My turn for a fantasy next time, and I can’t wait to set it up.”

We both laughed, and spent the next hour cleaning up, and rearranging the furniture in our spare room to look more like a bedroom and less like a doctor’s office. I look forward to her fantasy, and to a long sleep to recover from this one!

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So how long were you in the Marines?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In real life I never confessed my feelings for her…

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I remember the first time I saw her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You might say I was smitten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Monday morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes? What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The moment you what?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Two years ago our extremely distressed 40 year old neighbor, Florence, banged on our door while screaming for help. When I pulled it open to see where all the noise was, I met Flo for the first time nearly a year after she had moved in. A quick scan showed me her hair was bloody and completely disheveled; she held a bloody towel against her bare chest and her yellow panties were blood smeared. She was otherwise naked and pressing a hand against her upper right thigh as blood overran it, poured to her ankle and left a trail back to her home.

“He tried to kill me! Please help. Call p-p-police and ambul. . . ” She collapsed at my door. Her towel fell away and I tried hard to ignore the youthful, firm D-cups staring up at me. As I took the towel and dried off her bloody leg and foot, I called for my wife, Sue, to call 911. After scanning the street for some knife wielding killer then quickly carrying her inside, I used the towel to staunch and pressure the open femoral wound. As I held it closed, I examined the rest of her for other wounds—there were only minor, superficial cuts at her shoulders and waist. Since blood still covered both thighs, I separated them and flexed her shapely limbs in search of other wounds. I asked Sue to bring a wet cloth then wiped her upper left thigh up to her groin—no injury there, though there was a sizeable port-wine stain.

Her thick, soft camel toe pulsing became hard to ignore. There was so much blood on her panties, I felt I had to move them aside to look for hidden cuts. Fortunately, her plumped pussy was not injured. I wiped down all four labia and minimally spread her pretty lips open. Sue watched as I cleaned and adjusted her pussy and quelled the urge to totally invade this beautiful woman.

EMTs and police arrived quickly. The police went next door and found her husband on the floor, covered in blood and sobbing, knife still in hand. Her shredded clothes were in his lap. The EMTs packed her femoral gash then cut away her panties and scanned her whole body before rolling her over to check there. They confirmed my observation that her femoral artery was merely nicked and not cut thru. My eyes widened abruptly when I saw the EMT push a finger deep into her ass and slowly move it around. He said that was a fast check for internal bleeding before he could get her to a hospital. I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I wasn’t about to question him

She came to as they told me I still saved her from bleeding out. She sobbed and thanked me before she realized she was completely naked before three men and two women—all strangers. The EMT started an IV then wrapped her in a blanket. She hugged me ferociously just before they took her away. As they took her, Sue asked me if her name were just an odd coincidence considering her heavy blood flow. The question twisted my brows and is still unanswered. The police took a brief statement and arrested her broken husband for attempted murder.

He was a piece of work! When they first moved in, he ignored his doorbell and our reaching out to new neighbors. We tried bringing them our infamous croque-en-bouche, built with vanilla or chocolate cream-filled pâte à choux, but had to leave it at the door when we heard him shouting inside. Our platter appeared at our door the next day with a simple note—”Thank you so much. Sorry about Frank, Florence.”

He ignored or barely acknowledged all greetings ever since. The few times we saw Florence outside her door, she was dressed in bulky layers and ankle length skirts despite the warm weather. She would wave excitedly and her youthful, gleaming smile beamed across our grassy turfs until Frank harshly grabbed her and pushed her inside. I needed to vent my anger forcefully on him—instead, we kept our distance and tried to ignore the abuses while staying alert to help her if needed.

After a 2-month trial, her husband was convicted and sent to serve his 20-year sentence. They divorced after a year. In that time, Flo became close with Sue, but was still embarrassed about being naked in front of me. She visited often, but blushed and left soon after I arrived. She needed more time to cope with the assault and Sue said to also give her that time to get over being so exposed since she was unusually shy. It would be some time before I understood why that was.

Three years after the assault, that began to change while Sue was out on errands and Flo stopped by for support. She was stuck with me and it took several minutes to convince her to stay and confide in me. Shorts and a halter were an audacious change for her since the trial. With shoulders hunched forward and head stooped in embarrassment about still needing support, she gave me a generous and clear view of one full breast hanging freely including, her soft nipple no longer hidden by her yellow halter. Unable to take my eyes off the enticing view, her downcast eyes allowed me to stare escort sınırsız endlessly at her shapely hillock as it gently lifted with each breath. I listened to her, but also fantasized nibbling on that luscious nipple. She abruptly stopped talking and I noticed her eyes were locked on mine. Oops! When she looked down at my crotch and noticed the stirring there, she blushed, covered her mouth and ran off.

Nearly a week passed before she dared come back. “I hate to be such a pest, but I’m still a mess,” I overheard her tell Sue as I entered the pool patio. After greeting her, her furrowed brow and hollowed cheeks showed her conflict which she painfully disguised by tilting her eyes to the floor. At least she didn’t run. She and Sue were side by side on a lounger so I sat across from them. “Al, I’m sorry for running away the other day,” she blushed. “I haven’t had a man look at me that way, react that way,” her eyes fluttered to my groin, “since before I married Frank. He was always controlling and jealous and made me dress fully covered and shapeless, just a step away from a burqa.”

That day she was in a daring white halter, free swinging tits hardened her thick nipples and pressed them against the translucent top. I sighed as I stared at their growth and my loose shorts stirred again. Flo stared and this time smiled a tight-lipped smile as she boldly said, “You, um, seem to be doing it again. Is that really because of me or do you have some sort of medical condition?” Teasing sarcasm? Sue looked at my crotch and laughed lightly. I looked down and had to pick my words carefully.

“Yes, Flo, this,” I dared to draw more attention to my swelling, “is all because of you today as well as last week. Now you don’t need my words to tell you how attractive I find you. You can see for yourself.” My dick twitched again. Sue laughed and slapped my knee then hugged Flo. That made Flo’s low cut halter billow and reveal her sizeable, full tit and now hard nipple to me; it also forced Sue’s loose bikini top to pull away from her chest. Sue deliberately kept Flo scrunched to extend my view of that delicious tit and purposely exhibit her own breast as they both watched my dick swell and move closer to escape.

When I saw Flo’s spread culottes reveal her upper thighs and her bright yellow panties, I moaned lightly. Were they both teasing me now? As Sue looked down Flo’s top at her bare tit, I fantasized she would pull it out and bite the demanding nipple. Flo knowingly allowed Sue to hold her as she silently stared into Sue’s oversized, billowed bikini and studied her tiny tit and perfect nipple in the bright sunlight. She stole glances at my obvious, unrestrained third leg as it grew. Her breathing got deeper and I noticed a small wet spot on her panties quickly expand. “I-I-I better go before . . . I um, mean I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before we could change her mind, she raced home.

“Well, that was interesting,” Sue commented as she removed her top. Her tiny tits swung freely as she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. “I sort of hope our shy neighbor comes back and catches me like this,” she bragged as she flared her sexy, exhibitionist body. “Lose the suit, Al. No need to get it wet. Take it off and hope she comes back at just the right moment, before we’re in the water. You know she wants to see your cock now.” No such luck. We stood pool side an extra minute or two, my cock wishfully pointing straight out, in the vain hope we could entice her to join us. She’d left our street side gate open, as usual.

Though not as flagrant an exhibitionist as Sue, I stiffened again at the possibility of Flo catching me casually naked in the sunlight. After I told her how wet Flo got, I asked, “Tell me, Sue, how much do you want to suck her big tits and finger her wet and pretty pussy? How long before we ease her, naked, into our pool, or bed?”

“About as much as you do, and as soon as we can. I smelled her arousal and it was heavenly. Yes, I saw her staring at my nipple so there’s that happy possibility.”

Flo came back the next day in exactly the same outfit. Her translucent halter top seemed a bit looser and her yellow culottes were definitely starched stiffer and pulled up tighter. Their seam appeared to be inside her seam which was plumping and erotic. Sue wore the same blue bikini and I changed into the same dark, short trunks. When we sat opposite each other again, it felt like a practiced deja vu. “I apologize again for my rude escape. I dared to presume you all were teasing and flirting with me. I-I-I know that’s absurd, but I felt flattered and, umm desired. When I realized you were allowing me to stare into your open bikini, Sue and you, Al, took away my thin excuse for staring at your, umm, evidence, I was too overwhelmed to think clearly.”

In answer, I slowly pulled my shorts higher up my legs, “You weren’t wrong, you know. While Sue and I are always happy escorts to listen to you, neither of us can ignore how beautiful and sexy you are. We both enjoyed the view you gave us of your shapely mound, the one with a hard nipple that is, and you can tell by my repeat swelling, that I am enjoying it now. Don’t bother covering it up.” When she looked at my bulging suit, my dick surged and lifted the legging. By the way she gasped, I was sure she had a solid look at my bishop. I forced it to rebound then stand tall without touching it.

Sue giggled as she pointed to my swollen cock. “It’s only fair you should see him, us, naked since we both had such a long look at your naked self that night. If you’re not ready yet to enjoy catching some rays naked with us, we can wait. Just know, we both want you to relax with us.”

“Flo, I’ve been wondering, imagining, about how much scaring you are left with.” When I pointed and plainly looked up her starched and open shorts, she blushed and slowly, wordlessly spread her legs wider to offer me a clear view. That’s when she hugely surprised me; I confirmed that she’d come over commando. Instead of her bright, damp panties, I saw her neatly trimmed bush and her damp, fuzzy labia begin to gape open. Sue’s brow rose when I reached across and pushed Flo’s shorts higher as I squeezed her firm thigh and asked permission, after the fact, to see her scar. Her smile blossomed as my hand slid up along her shapely leg. “Beautiful,” I whispered. Her nod and sigh gave full permission, but her shorts bunched at her groin.

As I pushed them around, her glistening pussy appeared in the bright sunlight and my cock head immediately escaped my shorts. Her breathing doubled and she licked her lips as she stared silently at my exposed manhood. It twitched in response. “I did this when examining you before the EMTs arrived,” I said as I pushed her labia apart and lightly entered her sightly moist womanhood. She didn’t resist or object. Sue leaned forward for a clear look at the pretty pussy I was once again exploring, and smiled. “I was looking for blood and internal wounds then—that was my excuse for finally entering the beautiful woman of my neighborly dreams.”

I began to explore deeper, now including her stiffening clit. “When the EMT arrived, he cut off your panties so you were completely naked for us. We were all still worried about any other injuries, but it was impossible to ignore those firm, shapely tits and your exposed, open pussy. When he quickly pushed his finger all the way into you and twisted it around, like this,” She grunted and acquiesced when I deeply explored her steamy sex. “I nearly pushed him away to preserve some sense of your modesty, but you were unconscious then, so I watched closely instead. He said he’d seen victims of intense abuse and assault cut internally, so he routinely checks for lacerations and blood. You had none. He had one more test you’re probably not aware of, but I can’t show you now unless you remove your shorts.”

As I cocked my head and looked for an answer to that subtle request, I kept exploring her wet and warm haven. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and she pushed her hips up to slide my fingers deeper into her. The texture and scent of her blossomed pussy were heavenly. She leaned back on her hands as she enjoyed the beginnings of an orgasm. Sue took the opportunity to untie her halter and slip if off. Flo’s two flawless mounds gleamed in the lustrous sun. Sue stood to our sides and, when she was sure Flo was watching, removed her bikini top and shimmied out of her bottom. She winked at me as if acknowledging her delight in being the first one fully naked. Flo, being too distracted by the intense sensations in and around her exposed pussy, barely looked at my naked wife’s beautiful, shaved kitty.

Sue reached out to one hard nipple and treated it to our PPR touch—Pinch, Pull and Roll. Flo groaned. When Sue shifted to the other hard nipple and sucked the first one with a little nibble, Flo groaned much louder. I licked my lips then took the other demanding nipple between my teeth. Flo began to shudder, gasp and moan. Her head rolled around as we watched her belly, chest, tits, neck and face grow crimson. She clamped her teeth and screamed “YES!” as her orgasm peeked and she flooded my hand with her fresh nectar. Hoping she had another release in her to flood my face, I watched her intense cum face soften and her breathing slow as she continued to gently hump my fingers. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

“Oh . . . my . . . God! I-I-I don’t think I ever had that big, umm, a climax with anyone or even just by myself. Frank rarely got me off and we hadn’t had sex for two years before he tried to kill me. That was his reason, you know, when he cut my clothes off and tried to rape me. So, I guess it’s been five years since I’ve had sex with anyone. That was wonderful. Thank you so much . . . ” Excellent! No STDs escort gecelik to worry about. Her eyes misted.

“Oh honey, that wasn’t sex. It was just foreplay,” Sue smiled as she pulled Flo to her unsteady feet and hugged her, nipple to nipple. I unfastened her shorts as Sue continued, “I’m willing to bet you have many more orgasms in you that we are about to release.” Still looking at Sue, she blushed, numbly stepped out of her shorts and shoes and inhaled deeply as the sun gleamed off her sweat-coated naked beauty. She tried to cover her hairy pussy, but Sue added, “Neither of us is afraid to crawl thru some bushes to get to a picnic.” She moved Flo’s hand to her mouth and began sucking her fingers as she gently rubbed Flo’s clit. My cock was pointing nearly straight up and fully exposed when Sue pointed to it and told her, “That’s the sex tool. He nicknamed it ‘inspiration’ and loves to instill it in me and some close friends. We want you to be one of them.”

Her eyes bulged at the offer. When she looked at my slightly above average, in length and thickness, cock, she said in awe, “I’ve never seen one that big. Frank’s was half as long and only as thick as my thumb. May I . . . touch it?” In answer, Sue placed Flo’s hand on my throbbing, happy cock and she lightly checked it up, down and under. “It’s so dense. I only had one man before Frank and he was much smaller too. I’m not sure . . . “

“No need to rush things, honey. I’m sure you can accommodate my inspiration in all three warm spots—deeply.” As I stood and thrust my cock forward, my foreskin leapt behind my crown and startled Flo. Foreskins were new to her too. Sue pushed my trunks to the ground and my cock popped up firmly. Flo gasped and switched to an underhand grip. As she began to slowly pump me, Sue moved her other hand to my balls. “Just be gentle with them, Flo. You can taste them too as long as you only bite softly.” I winked at her and savored the unique pleasure of a first-time-naked-gathering with a new, intimate, friend. Flo examined and marveled at my balls as if it were her first time.

After another minute of gentle stroking, I asked Flo to sit again and open her legs wide. She blushed as she gingerly spread her legs for me, then blushed again when I knelt between them and put my face within a breath of her shining pussy. “I really did want to see your scar,” I admitted as I rolled her thigh flesh and rubbed her sparsely covered pussy. “It’s very hard to see. You were so lucky it wasn’t deeper or wider. It makes a great ice breaker on a date or one of our parties—’hey, can you find my death defying scar?’—can’t wait to dare a certain friend to find it.”

I leaned in and gently kissed the scar, then her rose-wine stain on the other thigh, then her damp pussy. She pulled away slightly. “Don’t do that. My stain is ugly and I’m so dirty there, especially now after just, you know . . . No one has ever kissed me there. And your gate is wide open so just anyone can walk by and see us touching each other, outside in this bright sunshine, and naked as we were born.”

“Oh you poor thing. I bet your mama told you your pussy and ass are filthy places—’the devil’s playground’.” She nodded her head swiftly. “Well, they are not filthy! Especially when you cum. Nature takes care of that during arousal in foreplay by making chemical changes in your pussy that kill bacteria and release this,” Sue slid her finger deep into Flo’s surprised pussy and withdrew it thoroughly covered in her heavenly scented and tasty nectar. She held it under both their noses until Flo inhaled her own aroma then Sue lapped and sucked her finger clean. “Delicious. You will soon enjoy this sweet and tangy flavor, yours and mine, maybe even today. This slippery fluid is loaded with pheromones and is divinely scented, delicious nectar. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Just wait until you experience rimming.” Her eyes flicked back and forth as she tried to figure what that meant.

“Your birthmark isn’t ugly. It’s distinctively you and smooth and interesting. I wonder what kind of tattoo can make it stand out and scream at the world, ‘This is me. Fuck you if you don’t like it!’ A tongue lapping at your pussy maybe?” I grinned at her shock.

“Oh lord! Such language. What a daring idea I never dreamed of.” When I held her labia open and rested my flattened tongue on them and her clit, she moaned deeply. “What are you doing to me? Did you do this when I was unconscious too? Oh God, it feels so, soh, ohhh . . .”

“No, sweetie. I know he wanted to eat and fuck you, but you were in deep trouble and he contained his instincts. You’re not in any danger now, but you might be in a little trouble. The good kind.” I mumbled nothing in particular with my tongue still firmly, warmly against her clit and she gasped and moaned in ecstacy. “I wonder how much you have done sexually. Never gone downtown on a woman, I bet. With just two small dicks in your past, you’ve never done deep throat, but did either of them plunder your ass?” She reached under my chin and rubbed Flo’s puckered hole; Flo lurched up in horror. “Relax honey. You’ve been here over an hour so your rear should be nearly clean. We have baby wipes to further clean it as needed. Have you swallowed cum?”

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This is the continuation of the Serving My Students Series. Please start with Ainsley Pt. 1. It’s a bit lighter on the sex as compared to the previous two entries, but is still hot. Please remember to vote and comments are most welcome to help me improve my work! Thanks and Enjoy!

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I wake up with the sun coming through the curtained window, hitting me in the face. I stretch and reach over to my phone, checking the time – 8:45am. Not unusual for me for a Saturday. I stretch in bed and then it dawns on me that I’m not alone, Ainsley spent the night.

I turn quietly to my left and see that her side of the bed is empty. I am momentarily alarmed until I peer over the bed and see her overnight bag lying there. “Phew.” I say to myself, she didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night.

I laugh at myself and then climb out of bed. I head to my dresser and pull out some fresh underwear and a t-shirt. I walk to the bathroom and do my business. I stand in front of the sink and splash some water on my face and then dry off and do my best to flatten my bed head down. I rinse my mouth with some Listerine and then head out the door to the stairs.

As I walk down the stairs I sniff the air, “Oh my God, did she make me coffee?! I may have to propose immediately.”

I walk a bit quicker and head toward the kitchen. I see a mostly empty coffee pot along with knives and a cutting board out.

“In here!” I hear from the living room.

I smile to myself and walk out of the kitchen and around the corner. There, on the living room floor, sits Ainsley, on a blanket. She has laid out bread, the leftover mozzarella, grapes, juice and coffee cups. Oh yeah, she’s also still naked.

“Naked breakfast picnic!” Ainsley exclaims, presenting with her arms stretched. “Clothes off!” She adds, pointing to my t-shirt and shorts.

“Yes ma’am!” I state happily as I throw off my clothes and toss them over to the growing pile of clothing from last night. I happily walk over to Ainsley and give her a kiss. “Mmmmm, morning baby!”

“Morning sexy!” Ainsley says cheerfully as she slides her hand up my leg. “Now sit and join me!”

I happily comply and look at the cute breakfast laid out. I quickly settle on the coffee and pick it up asking Ainsley tenderly, “Where have you been all of my adult life?” I take a contented sip.

“Junior high and high school mostly.” Ainsley says matter of factly.

“Bitch!” I say as I choke on my coffee.

Ainsley howls with laughter as my face reddens. I cough a couple of times and shake my head. “You know, last night I told you I wasn’t in love with you yet. Seeing you here this morning with this picnic was about to push me over the edge. Thankfully, though, you opened your mouth and brought me back to reality.” I say this smugly.

Ainsley sticks her tongue out at me and slyly replies, “Sorry babe, if you’re going to love me, you’ve got to love all of me.”

“Well I guess I don’t have to worry about that now, huh?” I say.

“Oh, poor baby, are we still a sleepy head and can’t handle the sass this early in the morning?”

“Yes dammit! And why the heck are you up anyway? I thought college students sleep in until Noon on Saturdays!” I say hopelessly. I’ve lost this battle and am hoping for a strategic retreat.

“You are too funny!” Ainsley continues laughing. “I’m rarely in bed past 8am; remember I’m often at the barn on Saturday mornings for riding and so am used to getting up early.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t think about that. Are you supposed to be there today?”

“Oh no, I cancelled with Jeannie; told her I had plans.”

“Speaking of plans, what did you tell your friends about where you’d be? Wouldn’t they be worried if you didn’t get home last night?”

“No, I didn’t tell them where’d I be, but I did say that Jeannie called me. Usually they know that means she’s asked me to babysit her kids and that means spending the night as I’d be riding there the next morning anyways. Jeannie had called, I just told her I couldn’t help her out last night and that I wouldn’t be there today. Therefore, I didn’t technically lie to anyone, but I was certainly misleading. Still don’t like it though.” Ainsley says somewhat downcastly.

“I know baby, and I really don’t want you to have to lie. I’m just not sure how you can say anything without having to explain it all. I mean just telling The Twins you were seeing some guy and sleeping there would lead to a thousand questions.”

“I know, I know. Well anyways, it is still early, so enough tough questions. Dig in!”

“This really does look wonderful, thank you for being so sweet in putting it together!” I say happily as I dig in.

“I enjoyed it! It was nice being in a real kitchen, though I didn’t have a lot to work with food-wise. It’s tough, dealing with a bachelor’s pantry and fridge. If I had wanted to cook with beer, I would have been all set, but otherwise, I was outta luck.”

“Funny.” I say with a fake pout. Changing subjects, I ask, “Were you still interested escort bahçelievler in seeing the soccer game today at 2pm?”

“Yeah I am!” I do have some homework that I have to do before then, so maybe I can meet you there?”

“Ahhh, homework, that’s soo cute!” I say teasingly. I need to get my shots in when I can.

“Very funny. Yes I have homework, and if I remember correctly you will too next semester, right?”

“Oh yeah,” I remember that I’m taking a class. “Touché.”

Ainsley sticks her tongue out at me again.

“You know, if you keep doing that with your tongue, I may have to go over there and get it.”

“Is that a promise?!” Ainsley says huskily, sticking her tongue out again and waving it at me.

I quickly crawl around the blanket and lunge at her. Ainsley laughs as I take her to the floor and kiss her strongly.

“Mmmm, I’ve been waiting for this all morning!” Ainsley breaths out as I attack her neck. Her arms wrap around me as I slowly work my way down her neck and across her chest. She pulls on me and I move to lay on top of her, her legs wrapping loosely around mine. My stiffening penis begins to slide slowly up and down her crevice; I can feel the moisture already and smell the most delicious scent. She was ready for this.

I kiss, lick and suck down her chest and on and around her breasts, sucking in each as my hands roam and grope everywhere. I suck in her left nipple and her body seizes.

“Ohhhhh, yes!” Ainsley calls out.

She hasn’t responded this way yet to my sucking on her nipple, so I continue to do so and reach out to her other one with my fingers and begin to play with it. At the same time I’m increasing the speed with which I slide up and down her pussy, not yet entering it.

“Uhhhhh, feeeels sooo good!” Ainsley exclaims. “I need you in me!” She commands.

Instead of obeying, I let go of both nipples and immediately push my body down so my mouth is between her legs. It’s been too long since I’ve suckled her pussy, and I won’t be denied. I latch on with my mouth and her legs immediately clamp down on my ears.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Ainsley shouts. The surprise and the force that I use shocks her. I lick and nibble and penetrate her juicy pussy with my tongue. I savor the flavor and heat emanating from her.

Ainsley’s body is writhing around me as she tries to control my movements while at the same time succumbing to the intense feelings my mouth is giving her. I ease up on her pussy only just long enough to switch to her clit. My tongue and then my lips make contact…

“Gahh!” Ainsley screams and her hands latch on to my hair, almost pulling it out as she mashes her pussy into my face more. I suck on her clit and she writhes against me.

“Please fuck me before I cum, please!” Ainsley yells out, pulling up on my head.

I dislodge my face from her sweet pussy and Ainsley’s legs practically pull me upward to her. I position myself and immediately thrust into Ainsley’s eagerly awaiting pussy.

“Nuhhhhhh!” Ainsley stifles a roar as I push all the way in. She is heavily lubricated, but still so tight. I immediately begin thrusting rapidly, moving my hips to hit as many different spots inside her as possible.

Ainsley lifts her head up and wraps her hands around my neck, pulling herself onto me, our hips colliding together and the sweat is pouring off of our foreheads.

“Guh guh guh!” I exclaim with each thrust; she wants it, she’s getting it.

“Uh uh uh!” Ainsley replies with each thrust; I can see her chest flush and know she is close; I’m not quite there yet, but I’m focusing on her need.

“Sooooo close! Harder! Harder!” Ainsley’s ass is coming off of the floor to meet my body. I continue slamming into her and have the random thought that I hope the neighbors aren’t hearing this.

“YESSSSS!!!” Ainsley hollers out as she convulses underneath me.

I can feel the warm liquid course around my still pumping penis. I ride her through her orgasm, slowing only enough to catch my own breath.

Ainsley’s eyes are closed and her breathing is coming in gasps as her body contorts with a beautiful grace. I’m compelled to lower myself on her and kiss her, though her lips have trouble responding. I don’t care at this point, I just want all of me touching all of her.

I continue to move slowly in her and while my body wants me to speed up to have it’s own release, my brain overrules, wanting to watch the blissful picture of this gorgeous woman beneath me. I stare at her and kiss her lips and her forehead. Ainsley’s eyes are closed and her face and chest are flushed. She is still breathing hard as her body comes down from its high.

Finally, her eyes begin to flutter open and I smile at her.

“Hmmmm.” Is all Ainsley can manage with a slight chuckle, almost as if she is awaking from a dream and is self-conscious.

“Hey Baby.” I say softly as I kiss her again on her lips. I’m still moving in her, but very slowly.

“Hi Sexy.” She responds haltingly, istanbul bayan escort still getting her wits about her. “That was really nice; but you didn’t cum yet, did you?”

“Not yet, baby, but there’s time. I wanted to thank you for the lovely breakfast and the lovely evening preceding it.”

“You’re sweet, but I want you to enjoy yourself with me as well.” Ainsley says this as she reaches out to grab my arms. Her legs wrap around me and she pulls me into her deeper and harder. “Ohhhh, that feels so good. Are you enjoying it as much as I am?” She asks me as she arches her back.

“More than you’ll ever know.” I respond as I lean down and take her breast into my mouth.

Ainsley sighs contentedly as I begin to increase my pace, but slowly. Her body responds and I can feel fresh moisture in her as she heats up. I’ve never been with a woman like this whose body is so ready for sex, even after having an orgasm so recently.

I continue to suck on her breast as I pump into her. My body is responding more quickly this time and I know I’m not going to be able to hold back again. Ainsley is encouraging me; she is pulling me into her hard with each thrust of my body. I let go of her breast and look up at her and she stares back at me, a purely erotic look in her eyes.

“When you get close, I want you to pull out and cum in my mouth.” Ainsley says while breathing deeply.

“Ohhh Jesus!” I say, as my balls churn. I look away and slow down immediately to try to regain my composure.

“Don’t stop! Use my body!” Ainsley exclaims.

I don’t respond, but regroup and begin slamming into her. I know it won’t take long now, but I’d love to see Ainsley orgasm again.

“Play with yourself!” I demand from her.

Ainsley lets go of my arm and reaches down to frig her clit. Her breathing is speeding up and her hips are joining mine in finding the right motions for us both. At this point I’m doing everything I can to hold it in me, but the sensation is too powerful…

“I…I…can’t hold it any longer!” I pull out and sit back on my legs. Ainsley quickly launches herself up and then reaches out to grab my dick. She thrusts it into her mouth and the wetness and heat immediately causes me to cum…

“Ohhhhhh fuuuuck!” I exclaim as I empty myself into her eager mouth. I lurch forward as the cum races out, placing my hands on her back to hold myself upright. The feeling is indescribably good. My body is spasming uncontrollably and I belatedly hope I’m not hurting Ainsley as I look down at her head in my lap. Ainsley is sucking down on my cock and taking everything that is being given to her. I can see from her arm movement that she is still working on her clit.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh…” I groan as I finish an incredible orgasm.

Ainsley lifts her head as she swallows my load; wiping off a trickle that escaped her wanton mouth.

“Ooooo, so much…” She squeaks out almost breathlessly. Her arm movements slow and I can see where her impending orgasm is in retreat.

“My turn!” I quickly respond and carefully, but forcefully lay Ainsley back down as I reposition myself with my face between her legs. I immediately lick deeply into her pussy…

“Unnnhhhhhhhh!” Ainsley yells out as her thighs clamp tightly against my head. I begin to lick in and around her pussy, falling in love over and over with the taste and feel. I can feel right above my mouth that she is playing with her clit hard; trying very much to orgasm quickly.

After sucking on her pussy, my mouth drifts up to her and I force Ainsley’s fingers away and wrap my lips around the button of nerves. Ainsley fingers immediately latch onto my head, pushing my face into her as I suck on her clit.

“Nuhahhhh!” Ainsley hollers out as I assault her clit. I suck and nibble on it with abandon, focusing solely on getting this woman off

“Mmmm…God…unhhhh…ooooooyes…puh…put…your finger in meee!

I comply immediately and indelicately shove two fingers into her steaming pussy.

“Ahhhhh!!” Ainsley shrieks out as I begin pumping in and out of her rapidly. My mouth is still sucking on her clit and her body tenses when I curl my fingers upward, rubbing against her G spot. I can feel her pussy spasming and know she is only moments away from her release.

“Mmmmmm…harder. Harder! Pleaseeee!” Ainsley yells as I drive her to an orgasm.

I can feel the liquid course from her and drench my fingers. I immediately remove my mouth from her clit so I can suck up the juices from her release. The taste is so good and feeling Ainsley’s body moving and moaning around me because of what I’ve done for her causes me endless happiness.

After a few more delicious, yet gentle licks, I pull myself away from her pussy and lie on the floor next to Ainsley’s shaking, reddened body; my hands curled behind my head with a look of extreme contentment and pride emanating from my face. I sigh deeply and stare at the ceiling, “this is by far the best sex I’ve ever had…”

“Hmmm…meeeee tooo,” escort halkalı Ainsley manages to get out as she tries to regain control over her muscles. After a moment of struggle, she’s able to turn her body to its side, lay her head on my chest, and flop her arm over my body. I immediately wrap her up and hold her close to me.

“You know, we fit pretty well together, I think. Some chemistry between us, perhaps?”

A small giggle, “yeah the chemistry is definitely there, and I’m the expert!” She reaches down and pats my penis with soft touch.

We both laugh and squeeze each other more. I slowly turn our bodies so we are laying sideways, facing each. Our legs, almost on their own, slide into each other, locking ourselves into a knot as our arms reach around each other’s bodies. Intertwined, we look into each other’s eyes and commence a deep kiss.

The passion in our kiss is sensuous, and although I can feel stirring in my loins, I’m only focused on the intimacy we are sharing with each other. I can feel Ainsley’s longing as our tongues dance and our hands grasp each other. We are becoming one and the love I am feeling for her, the desire to make her happy, the need to be whatever she needs me to be is threatening to overwhelm me and I can feel myself getting faint. I break away from our kiss and take a deep breath.

“Are you okay?!” Ainsley asks, obviously noticing my sudden change in demeanor.

“Yeah, I think so. It just got very deep and very real very quickly. I never thought I’d feel emotions that intensely again…”

“Is it a bad thing to feel like that with me?” Ainsley inquires softly but with a nervousness in her voice.

“No. No!” I say as I look her in the eyes and gently kiss her on the lips. “It’s just so fast and my brain is trying to process it. I don’t want things to go so fast that either one of us gets hurt. I mean I haven’t been in a relationship in a while, and you are getting over one. I don’t want either of us to end up a rebound or something.” Does that make sense?”

“I know, I was having those same, conflicting feelings too. I mean, I really, really like, you and the fact that we do have such great chemistry and know each other so well makes it hard for me to slow myself down…”

I immediately squeeze Ainsley and we both sigh with relief and then touch our foreheads together. Ainsley curls her legs through mine and we kiss each other softly, our hands begin moving slowly over each other, gently caressing, getting to know each other’s bodies in a more deliberate, patient way.

I’m loving this moment with Ainsley and almost get annoyed with myself as I feel my penis slowly harden from the touch of her hands on my body. Ainsley, reading my thoughts, smiles and gently pats my erection.

“…Already? Impressive!” She says slyly.

“Sorry. It has a mind of its own.” I reply embarrassingly.

“No apology needed; I like the way it thinks.” Ainsley giggles as she grasps my length.

I shudder briefly and smile as goosebumps appear along my leg. “As much as I really want to indulge this, didn’t you say something about homework before coming to my game?”

“Ugh! Some romantic you are!” Ainsley says with false annoyance. “Yeah, I suppose I need to think about getting up and getting a shower.” Ainsley slowly disentangles herself from me and stands up. “Want to join me?!” She smiles down at me and reaches out her hand.

I smile like a five year old in a candy shop and ignore Ainsley’s hand as I leap up, barely avoiding kicking over breakfast, and rush past her out of the living room and towards the stairs. I can hear Ainsley bellow with laughter behind me as I slow up on the staircase and look back at her. “Hurry up! What are you waiting for?!” I exclaim with a laugh and bolt up the stairs.

I skid into the bathroom and immediately turn on the water to get it nice and hot. I hear Ainsley walk in and feel her arms wrap tightly around my midsection. This is followed by her lips giving butterfly kisses to my back and then I feel her cheek rest against me. “This is nice.” She says.

“It is indeed. It’s nice to be touched; to be desired. I had kind of forgotten for a while. Thank you.” I reply, as I reach around with my hand to caress her leg.

“Thank you.” Ainsley says back to me. “For allowing me to feel desire from you; I didn’t realize that I too had forgotten what it really feels like. It makes me realize how long I was in a relationship without real emotion.”

“That’s over now; and this is just beginning.” I say with a smile as I turn myself around in her arms and hold her back. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and pull her tightly against me.

We are holding each other for a while, lost in the warmth and feeling when I begin to notice the steam from the shower enveloping us. I laugh softly and it breaks the spell we are under.

“What is it?” Ainsley asks, almost sleepily.

“We’ve turned the bathroom into a steam room.”

Ainsley giggles as she lets go of me. “It’s worth it to be held like that.”

“Amen.” I say as I kiss her again on the forehead. “But now it’s time to get in the shower.”

“Oh darn!” Ainsley says with a giggle as she moves past me toward the shower. I cannot help myself and give her a soft swat on her amazing ass. She hops quickly and giggles again, turning to flash me a lustful smile as she climbs into the shower.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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