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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So how long were you in the Marines?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That sure made me feel better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I replied.

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess so.”

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

“Beer or red wine,” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi escort halkalı Sam,” I said unenthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think?” Samantha asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is her story.

*****

My Hilton Head Affair

A true story of finding love and romance

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Massachusetts.”

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

“West, near Worcester.”

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

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

“I must say you look in great shape.”

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

“Yes, I also play golf.”

“Well, this is the perfect place for it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“5:30?”

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

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

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

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

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

“When?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In general, I was always flirting with her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman I knew looked up at me and said;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The vision ends there.

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

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

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

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