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Robert wakes up with a throbbing headache from the previous night’s birthday blowout for his best friend at the Bounce Lounge. His head is telling him to go back to sleep; his bladder is saying hit the “head”; and his stomach is telling him to dip his head in the toilet and reacquaint himself with last night’s late dinner.

Seconds later, with his head on the cool porcelain and his boxers wet with urine he considers crawling back into bed and calling it a day. Unfortunately, this is his first day at the trendy high-paying massage company. The lure of $125-bucks-an-hour takes the edge from his headache and kicks his ass into gear.

In only twenty minutes Robert has transformed from a hung-over vomit-stained blood-shot eyed sack of piss-wet shit to a groomed and tuned go-getter. Though his headache is still working him over as the aspirin begins to take effect, he can’t help but to loudly rev the engine of his pampered Trans Am, the pushrod V-8 eagerly growling out a response.

“This day just may be worth getting shit-faced for,”he thinks as he pulls into traffic for the twenty minute trip to his new profession.

A quick highway trip later, Robert is pulling into the parking garage of the office building that houses In Touch, Inc., the most sought after massage therapy company in the city that caters to any and all whom have the time and money to get a professional massage in their homes, office, or anywhere the customer wants.

After clocking in, Robert checks his company vehicle, a brand-new Chevy Equinox that still has that new-car scent to it, and stocks it with everything he needs. Finally, all he has to do is sit in the break/ready room and wait for a call.

“Hey, rookie!” an mature Asian woman announces from the adjoining office. “Got your first roll.”

She hands him a Post-it with the company logo on it with an address not far from the company.

“This is the Deuce Club, an body-building gym that often caters our services,” she explains. “You have to be strong cause they like those deep tissue rub-downs after a workout.”

“Guy or girl?” Robert asks a bit concerned.

“Dunno, kid. It was the manager calling on behalf of someone. Doesn’t matter, though. We work both sides of the fence.”

“I don’t,” Robert mutters as he picks up his gym bag and tosses it into his company car.

As he pulls up to the job, though, he is relieved to see that today, at least, the patrons are mostly female hardbody babes wearing nearly nothing but provocative workout attire. Most of the women look like the occaisional client whom come in three times a week. The others, though, are huge forms that look like extras on an Conan movie.

He enters the lobby to see a huge mass of muscle and square jaw manning the desk.

“Uh…did someone call for a massage?” Robert asks, hoping that the thick-necked dude wasn’t the client.

“You da massager?” the human muscle inquires.

“Yeah.”

The lug reads a list (surprising the hell out of Robert that there was room in this guy’s thick skull for a functioning brain) and then cocks a sausage-sized thumb to a set of doors behind him.

“Woom 208.”

As Robert enters the doors (wondering what the hell was a “woom”) he begins to fear that soon he will be oiling up some thick-muscled ortaköy escort lughead in a two-sizes-too-small biker pants whom “likes it rough”.

At Room (Woom) 208, he pauses to put his mind in a happy place (the Juggs Palace on East Street) and enters the room…

…and comes face-to-face with a goddess. His mind quickly assesses the woman.: an Latina with thick black curls that falls halfway to her tight ass, brown eyes, huge tits just held back by an stretched muscle tee with no bra, tight abs and thighs that while muscled weren’t grossly overmuscled, and the largest set of nipples he had ever seen making definite imprints in the shirt, all encased in a deep golden caramel skin-tone.

“Uh…”

“Just give me a couple of minutes,” she says in a lightly-accented voice. “Let me shower first. I’ve sweated like hell today.”

Robert can attest to that, as he feels the heat seeming to roll off her tight, thick ass as she heads for the shower in the next room. After thanking God for answering his prayers he begins to set up for the job, unfolding the massage table and setting up the various massage oils and devices. As he finish the running water stops in the background. He straightens himself up and puts the most professional expression on his face as he waits for the client to enter. And what an entrance she makes! The small woman (she couldn’t be more than 5-foot-1)has a white terry towel wrapped around her still steaming body. Her long hair has been pulled into a single thick ponytail that trails erotically behind her. The tanned tops of her breasts push out at the top of the towel and her legs and most of her thighs peek from below.

After getting a quick eyeful, Robert plants a smile on his face and motions towards the massage table.

“What would you like today, Mrs…?”

“Miss. Just call me Amanda. What do you have to offer?”

The way the question leaves her lush lips causes Robert’s “little man” to take notice. Even so, he is able to give her a verbal list of the services offered and their hourly rate.

“I’ll take your Platinum massage,”she purrs, lying face down on the table and sweeping her hair to one side while undoing her towel and opening it from the back.

Robert stares in silence at the nude form in front of him. Her small shoulders are well defined yet still feminine. The deep line of her backbone just begs to be explored. And her ass! Thick yet firm-looking. A pair of golden half-globes with no tan lines to mar the surface. Well-defined thighs and legs that would look perfect in either a mini-dress or bikini. Even her feet are sexy.

And her Scent!!! Underneath the clean soapy smell is the lurking smell of womanhood. “Little Man Robert” begins to tap out a morse code message on the front of Robert’s jeans.

“Anytime now would be good,” she notes without looking up.

Robert snaps out of his trance and goes to work. He applies a purple-tinted oil and works on her shoulders first, feeling the strength she hides there. Soon she begins to loosen up and sink deeper into the table he begins to work his way down. Using two fingers, he traces her back. It feels like a steel bar is in her backbone covered with the softest skin. Lower still, just above the towel-covered swell of her ass (toweled, for his sake), he works on the small of her back with deep strong rubs. After a couple of minutes there, Robert is about to skip to her thighs when she lifts her head.

“Don’t bebek escort skip anything,”she says breathily.

With that, she sweeps the towel from her ass and lies back down.

After silently thanking the Higher Power again and promising to go to church on Sunday he pours a liberal coating of oil on her firm dimpled ass-globes and begins to knead and grope (professionally, of course) her muscles. Within a minute, the woman begins to shift slightly. Robert notes that her ass is rising slightly in conjunction with his hands and that her smell begins to cut through the scented oil. The scent of pussy on the warm up!

“Boo-yah!” Both he and “Little Man Robert” think as he forces himself to massage her thighs ONLY, which part slightly at his touch.

Forty minutes later, after having traveled down to her feet, back up (lingering at her ass), and giving both arms and hands thorough attention, Robert is about to ring up the massage when she softly grabs his hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her deep brown eyes half-lidded.

“Oh, nothing, ma’am. It’s just that we are finished.”

“You haven’t done my front yet.”

Robert’s eyes snap open so quickly it hurts as he stutters out an answer.

“Your front?!”

Without hesitation, the stunning Latina turns over.

“Holy shit!” his mind, and dick, think.

The first thing his eyes are drawn to are her enormous nipples. They are almost the exact same size and shape as Playstation 2 controller joysticks. Those rock hard knobs clearly dominate the titty flesh they are on. And there is a lot of tit to dominate, being at least a double-D. And whoever had done her tits was a master at his work. No tell-tale lines or incisions were visible. Her six pack abs are toned yet not ridiculously defined. A slender waist that flares into her wide hips and thighs. And a completely shaved cunt!!!!! Robert quickly locks the door and goes to work, pouring oil onto her firm perky tits. He works the outside of those funbags (or, in her case, fun cantaloupes), watching her reaction. Her breathing begins to deepen, causing her abs to be more pronounced. And she scoots back, letting her head hang slightly over the edge of the table. In this position, her lips are just inches away from the strained confines of his dick. Working in a spiraling rub, Robert comes closer and closer to those brown nipples. His fingers find the crinkled areolas just before grazing the edges of those hypnotic nips.

She gasps at the contact, her warm breath being felt through the khakis he is wearing and bringing his cock to full hardness.

Robert’s hands slide over her nipples, each finger a speed-bump that flicks her engorged nips and sends electric jolts straight to her pussy. As he moves on to her abs Robert has to move closer to her. Now his straining dick is but a breath away from her slightly parted lips. As he massages her belly, Robert feels her fingers undoing his zipper and his cock suddenly popping out of his fly. Still he continues with the massage, even as he feels her hot breath along the 8-inch length of his fucker. As he moves lower he notices something that stuns him erotically: her clit is big. Real big! At least 1-1/2 inches! It proudly sticks from the hood and begs to be licked and sucked. And her cunt lips! They hang below her clit almost like a pair of balls, thick and brown!

When his hands reach the woman’s waist he feels her wet pointy tongue tracing the feriköy escort vein on the underside of his dick. From the underside of his head to his balls she follows the course of his vein. A chill races up and down his back as she lightly licks and sucks his hanging nuts. This throws away the last of the professionalism that Robert has. Within seconds he is just as naked as she is. Grabbing her below the waist, he lifts her into an standing upside-down position and then lowers himself to the thinly carpeted floor onto his back. When he is settled on his back the lusty Latina pulls up and begins to suck his cock into her warm wet mouth. On each upswing she firmly presses her tongue on the top of his dick. Up, down ,lower and lower until she is taking almost all of his prick into her throat.

Robert can only lie there with his eyes closed and enjoy the hot sensations flooding his lower body. His hands are on the firm ass-globes above his face, squeezing them. Her cunt scent is intoxicating. And her oral skills A+!

Soon, too soon, he can feel the pressure of a stream of cum beginning to build in the base of his cock. She seems to know this, as now her tempo and suction increase. With one finger she strokes up and down the cum barrel on the underside of his cock, literally “cocking” his load to fire!

The Latina feels his cock expand in her lips and begins to whip her tongue over the head. He throbs once, twice, then a double-throb that is followed by a thick forceful stream of salty cream.

“Ahhh SHIT!” Robert groans.

The woman just swallows all he gives her until there is nothing left to give. She continues to suck on his cock until he is halfway hard again.

With his mind a little clearer now, Robert begins to return the pleasure. Since her dripping cunt is just above his head he begins to lick around her pussy. At the touch of his tongue the woman’s abs begin to clench whenever he hits a hyper-sensitive area. Taking his time, Robert tastes the sex sweat that is beginning to form in her crotch. A clear thick drop of cream hangs from one of her distended cunt lips. Robert watches as it becomes heavier and heavier until it is just about to drip. He then lightly licks those brown thick lips, capturing the cream at the same time. The quality of the blowjob he is recieving is declining, but Robert expected that, what with what he is doing to her. He begins probing and fucking her pussy with his tongue, careful not to touch her vibrating clit. By now, the woman is pushing her hips down, trying to take more and more of his tongue deeper into her crack. Sexy cries and whimpers begin to compete with the sounds of aerobics classes and dropping weights.

Soon, the woman is almost smothering him with her gasping cunt. Robert knows that soon he is going to take her long clit into his mouth and bring her off. He controls her passion, letting it ebb and flow, teasing her. When she begins to shake and moan uncontrollably he knows that it is time. He snaps her clit between his lips and begins sucking on her love button mercilessly.

A scream of primal lust escapes her lips as her cunt squirts her cream into his face. For a moment, Robert thinks he is getting pissed on as her cum cream flows so fast into his face.

Suddenly, he feels a slick finger slide past his anal ring and stroke his prostate. His dick goes from instant hardness to climax within seconds. He lifts his hips, burying his cock into her throat and filling her belly with man cream again.

20 minutes later, with $200 dollars from the massage and an extra $200 dollar “tip” in his pocket, Robert starts up the SUV just in time to hear the opening lyrics to Ice Cube’s “Today Wuz A Good Day” begin.

“Fucking hell yeah it was a good day!” he says as he pulls away.

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The rain had stopped when Trish and I walked outside. The grass was wet, and crickets were chirping and heat lightning flashed in the distance.

We were both wearing one of Bob’s button-down shirts and nothing else, picking up items from our yards that had been scattered by the thunderstorm and refiring the grill. Two steaks were on the table, and the big block party that started earlier in the evening was now down to the two of us.

I took Trish by the hand and led her into my house. We walked straight to my bedroom, turned out the lights and looked through my side window.

“Damn, would you look at that.”

I could see clearly into Trish and Bob’s bedroom, directly at their bed and the exact spot we were standing naked minutes before.

“See?” she said. “Now we can watch each other.”

The truth is, she’d been watching me for some time without me knowing. I’d never been one to close the blinds at night, and thoughts rushed through my head. What has she seen? How many nights has she watched me? How many kinky scenes has she watched?

“Since the day you moved in,” Trish said, answering my thoughts.

She slapped me on my bare ass.

“Now we can have some fun,” she said.

I vaguely understood what she was talking about, but having witnessed (and participated) in her idea of fun an hour earlier made me a little horny and more than a little uncomfortable.

Bob was still on the couch he passed out on, my cum drying on his face, her panties drying on his chest, his limp cock hanging from his pants, shriveled and pitiful while his wife stood in the next-door neighbor’s etiler escort bedroom wearing nothing but his shirt.

“Did I tell you how hot your ass is?” I said, rubbing my hand up and down her back then popping her on her bare ass.

She didn’t say a word, leaning instead onto my windowsill, her shirt hiked up over her perfect round ass, looking into her bedroom and asking, “you think Bob watches you too?”

I wanted to fuck her again right then, right there in my window, imagining her husband watching from 30 yards away.

“He’s a fag, you know.”

“What?” I asked. “Are you serious?”

“He’s right about one thing,” Trish said, still staring out the window and into her bedroom. “There was a time when we were swingers. But that was years ago.”

“Wait, Bob’s gay?”

“Bi,” she said. “Or at least that’s what he tells himself. I’ve seen him get fucked by a guy before. I’ve seen him suck cocks. I’ve seen him in a threesome of guys. If that means bi to him then whatever.”

I was taking it all in, watching her swing her ass back and forth in front of me. She was lost in her own thoughts.

“I do miss it sometimes,” she said.

“What, watching Bob play with guys?” I asked.

“The clubs,” Trish said. “I miss those wild nights when we were young and crazy. He was a lot of fun then.”

She was still thinking about a Bob I’d never met.

“He wants to suck your cock you know,” she said.

I didn’t answer.

“He would suck your cock right now.”

I sat down on my bed and shook my head. This night was not what I would ever have imagined. beyoğlu escort The perfect couple next door was not what I thought they were.

“Would you let him?” Trish asked, her question hanging in the air as I considered what she was up to.

“No,” I said. “Of course not.”

She stood up and turned away from the window, looking back at me as she pulled up her shirt and touched herself.

“What if I wanted you to,” she said, smiling slyly and sliding a finger into her pussy. “What if I wanted you to do it right here while I watched from over there,” she asked nodding her head back toward their bedroom.

“You’re something else,” I said, standing up and walking toward her in the darkness of my room.

“You have no idea,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I slid my hand onto her round tanned ass. She moaned quietly. And then I noticed a movement in their window.

Bob was awake.

I spun Trish around and pulled her out of the window. We turned to watch her husband stagger around their room. He was confused and still drunk. He came to the window and stared directly at us. We stood in darkness watching him,

“He can’t see us,” Trish whispered.

I believed her, but I was frozen.

Bob pulled the blinds closed.

“C’mon,” I said. “Let’s go cook those steaks.”

We were standing by the grill when Bob staggered onto their deck. Trish had put on a pair of my daughter’s shorts and I’d put on another pair of khaki shorts. Bob leaned against the railing and called down.

“Tricia,” he said, his tongue thick cihangir escort and his legs unsteady under. “Where did everybody go?”

“What an idiot.” Trish said under her breath.

“The storm Bob,” she said. “Remember the storm?

“I fell down,” he said.

Trish turned toward me and closed the lid to the grill. “I have to go up there,” she said.

“I know,” I said quietly.

She kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass.

“I’ll bring your clothes over the morning. I had a good time tonight.”

I just smiled as she bounced from my yard to hers, walking up the steps of their deck and cheerily greeting her husband.

“Hey baby!” she said, kissing him quickly as she walked into their house. “You smell awful.”

He followed her in.

“Did we have sex?” he asked.

I cooked a steak and took it back to my kitchen, eating it alone and letting the evening wash over me. I couldn’t quite process it all. I’d just met a couple I’d never known before, fucked a guy’s wife while he slept on his own couch and discovered a world that had existed right before my eyes without me realizing it.

Eventually I walked into my bedroom and went to close the shades. But then I saw Trish in her window, a table light giving off a soft glow. She was naked, staring directly at me. I stared in silence as she touched herself. She looked like a little girl, demure and sexy and innocent.

And then Bob appeared, a towel draped around his shoulders, his hair wet from a shower. He came up behind her and put his arms around her. She relaxed into his arms, turned and kissed him in a loving embrace, slowly pushing him back onto their bed. She straddled his legs and pulled back her hair. She leaned down and began to slowly suck her husband’s cock, her sexy body shining in the soft light.

Then she stopped, leaned over and looked out her window into the darkness and turned off the light.

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It rained all night and the thunderstorms cleared much of the mugginess from the air that has blanketed the region for the past few weeks. The relief is almost palpable and the rain-freshened breeze coming through the windows and billowing the lacey curtains throughout the house is truly welcome. Even Jenny is obviously feeling the impact of the cooler air and is giggling happily in her crib as you lift her in the early morning hours to change and nurse her.

Your full heavy breasts were leaking this morning when we awoke to her cries and I lifted my head to your puffy nipple as you crawled over me and took it gently into my mouth to take some of the pressure from you. Smiling, you straddled my hips and lowered each breast in turn so I could have my morning fill. As my lips sucked and pulled firmly to release that wondrous milk, I reached down with my hand to cup your silky slick mons under the hem of your short nightie. The heat emanated from your pussy and your precum filled my cupped hand!

“Sorry, babe! Jenny waits so we must leave her something!” You laugh as you pull your nipple from my mouth. As you stand beside topkapı escort the bed and glance back over your shoulder grinning at me and nod your head for me to follow you, you see me lift my hand to my mouth as I get out of bed and I lick your cum from my soaked palm.

We go together into the nursery and, between us, we get Jen changed and then you strip off your short gown and sit naked in the wooden rocker and lower your nipple to Jen’s sucking lips. I smile down at the two of you and then, sliding my own sweat shorts off, I crouch naked at your feet and spread your knees. Resting my head on your soft thigh, I gaze in wonderment at the splendid sight before my eyes; your pussy lips are opening as I watch like the petals of a morning glory as the sun strikes the flower.

Slowly they spread wider until I can see the small hood covering your clit as it pulls back to expose its most prized possession – that little growing nub glistening with the juices of your sex!

Already, the heady aroma of your arousal fills my nostrils as I move my head closer until my lips are just brushing the çapa escort openness of your vulva and my mustache tickles your clit to its full length. I move my tongue out in a hardened point to gently kiss the head of your clit and you jump slightly as the feelings are transferred to the nipple deep in Jenny’s sucking mouth!

Your both nipples are fully engorged with passion and hunger now and with your free hand, you alternatively pull my head closer to your pulsating cunt and then lift to stroke and squeeze your free breast. And Jen continues to suck hard on your other nipple causing you to convulse in an orgasm that fills my mouth with your delicious woman’s cum. Or at least, YOUR cum! It has to be the most delectable taste in the world!

My mouth is now fully surrounding your wide pussy and my tongue fattens against your clit and as I drag it roughly along that little “penis’, you shake again as an orgasm strikes your core! You are flowing constantly into my mouth now and I swallow every glorious drop!

You shift Jen to the other breast now as she is still hungry even though she has virtually fatih escort drained the first tit. I stand to your side opposite the arms that is cradling the babe and you turn you head sideways and, with your mouth wide open, draw my 7.12 inches cock all the way into your mouth to the back of your throat!

As Jen sucks on the other breast with her eyes closed tight in near sleep, you suck me deeper and harder into your throat while I reach down and gently massage the just-abandoned breast with my hand. My other hand is entwined in your hair and I am using it to pull your sucking mouth up and down my shaft until I feel it swelling in anticipation of cumming!

I pull your head right against me – after allowing you a deep breath of air – and push in as hard as I can as I explode deep into your throat. I can feel those powerful muscles in your throat milking my every drop and this just brings forth more and more until I am completely drained.

My satisfied cock slips from your open mouth and as I lean in to kiss you, you exchange some of my cum from your tongue to mine – so sexy and tasty! I reach down and take Jenny (now fast asleep) and tuck her gently into her crib and lift the safety rail.

Coming over to the rocker, I reach down and pick you up in my arms and carry you to our bathroom for our morning shower together.

Just another morning of love and sharing of each other, my love!

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Aria had been working at the library for over a year. She had majored in English with the intent of becoming a writer, but her professor’s words kept haunting her. “Write about what you know,” he would constantly say. But the problem was, Aria didn’t know much. She wanted to follow in the footsteps of the great romance novelists, but every time she sat at her computer she froze; her love life was completely boring. Sure she had dated and had had sex, but nothing worth writing about. So she had taken a job at the local library. It wasn’t anything overly exciting, but it paid the bills.

Exactly a month ago, however, everything started to change. One month ago, she had found a fancy envelope on her desk addressed to her. Inside, there was a poem, the first one that week. The following week, she found a new envelope each day. Each note paid homage to different part of her body. It made her feel beautiful and desired. Week number three brought a new box of chocolate each day and a single flower, but no note.

Week four was a game changer. Each day there was a new, beautifully wrapped box on her desk. Inside, a gift. On Monday, it was an expensive looking white silk blouse. On Tuesday, a charcoal pencil skirt. On Wednesday, a pair of black fuck me heels. On Thursday, beige silk stockings. On Friday, a sinful panty and bra set that made her blush. Her cheeks heated up even further when she saw an envelope under the lingerie. With shaky hands, she had opened it and found a single sentence written in a manly script. “Wear it all on Saturday”.

She had placed the entire outfit on display in her bedroom. Once it was finally completed, on Friday night, she admired it. Running her fingers over the soft materials, she couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten every size perfectly. She tried once again to figure out who it may be but couldn’t. Whoever it was, he had to have observed mecidiyeköy escort her closely.

Saturday morning can’t come soon enough, she though over and over as she struggled to fall asleep.

When it finally came, she was surprised to find yet another box, this time much smaller, on her desk. Inside the box, she found a blindfold and a note. The new note had clear instructions once again. She was to stand in the most secluded corner of the library, blindfolded. She knew she should be afraid, but all she felt was aroused.

She lost track of time as she stood between the dusty stacks of books, her eyes alert to the smallest of sounds since she couldn’t see. Every time she heard footsteps, her pussy got a bit wetter. After what seemed like forever, the steps got louder and she knew it had to be him.

“Such a good girl,” a deep, booming voice said.

“Thank you…” She said, fishing for a name.

“You can just call me Sir for now, gorgeous,” he replied, stepping closer. She could now feel the heat emanating from his body. He was a rather large man. And he smelled of expensive cologne. She was using all her other senses to get a clue, so she reached out to touch him.

“You don’t get to touch me today, darling,” he whispered, catching her hand before it could make contact with his chest. Before she could even protest, he caught her other wrist, holding both behind her back with a single hand. After a bit, she could feel him tying them up with a soft material.

“Why?” she whimpered.

“Because you’re here for me. To please me. I gave you all these presents, so now I’m the one getting a present,” he replied, just before he stepped back.

“But…” she began but he interrupted.

“Do I need to gag you too?”

His tone was rough and she had no doubt he would. That just made her already soaked nişantaşı escort pussy even wetter.

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he replied and she could hear the smile in his voice.

She could feel his gaze roaming her body. Where his eyes focused, her skin heat up. Her nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through the flimsy fabric and the lace bra.

“I prefer your hair down,” he growled as he undid her bun, her long, silky brown waves falling down to her back.

“Touch me, Sir,” she begged with the smallest of voices. The anticipation was beginning to be too much, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she’d spontaneously combust.

Without really touching her, he undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her silk covered 36Ds. “You’ll get touched when I want to touch you,” he replied, but soon she heard him swear under his breath. That made her smile. He liked what he saw.

Maybe if she teased him, he’d touch her faster. She couldn’t move much with her bound hands, and her pussy was still covered, so all she had were her boobs. Arching her back in a seemingly innocent way, she pushed the heavy breasts towards him, presenting them to him in the hopes he’d be tempted enough to taste the warm, needy flesh.

“I know what you’re doing,” he chastised. She wasn’t entirely hopeless because she could hear the desire in his voice.

“I’m not doing anything, sir” she replied, the sarcasms clear on her voice when she spoke the title.

Her smile soon turned into a moan as his hand came down and smacked her left breast. Hard. She had never been spanked before and had no idea how…good it felt. Her breast stung but her nipple was rock hard.

“Bad girls get punished,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand up her thigh and under the crotch of her panties, finding her warm, wet, center. “Naughty girls kağıthane escort get soaked when they are punished.”

“They do, sir,” she moaned as he rubbed her sensitive clit. She felt so close to cumming and he had barely touched her. He slid a finger into her and she yelped. He smacked the other breast this time and her moan was loud.

“Be quiet, baby. Do you want people to find out we are here? Do you want the fun to be over?” She just shook her head, too afraid to make nose.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he slid a second finger in. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

She just shut her eyes and moved against his fingers, relishing any kind of touch he deemed appropriate. She was needy and with the second move of her hips against his fingers, she was cumming harder than she had in a long time, her pussy spasming around his fingers, wishing it were milking a cock instead.

“You didn’t ask to cum, babygirl,” he whispered angrily, and before she knew what was happening, he had his fingers out of her and she was now facing the shelves, bent over.

“Sir…” she started, but he quickly brought his hand down on her ass in a loud smack that would surely leave a mark.

“Good. Girls. Ask. For. Permission. To. Cum.” he growled, each word a hard and loud smack that had her ass sore and her pussy more soaked than in should.

Before she could say anything, his hard cock was sliding into her soaked sex. Bare. Hard. Deep. In one thrust. He held it there for a while, as if reveling in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy. She thought it was heavenly. The position and his massive cock had her feeling full and in bliss. But once he started to move, she felt real bliss, so much so that he had to cover her mouth to keep her quiet.

His thrusts were hard, fast, full of purpose and skill. It was honestly the best sex of her life and she couldn’t care less she didn’t know who was in her. In fact, the mystery added appeal and she soon was cumming again. He quickly followed, filling her with cum with a loud grunt. He pulled out, zipped up his trousers.

“Same time next week, baby,” he said and simply left, leaving her there, blindfolded, bound and with cum dripping down her thighs.

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Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend and editor, Harvey. We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it. Additionally we’d like to thank Jim (Mojavejoe420) for his contributions to this chapter.

– – – – –

“Hi, sweetheart!”

I’d barely stepped out of my car when my Dad wrapped me up in a big bear hug in the driveway. I closed my eyes and melted into his strong arms.

It was a long drive from Las Vegas to my childhood home in Glendale, California, right outside of Los Angeles. I’d been working steadily for Dana for the last month, going on one and sometimes two dates a weekend. Even though I could’ve used the money, I’d decided to take this weekend off and spend it with my father. I knew he needed me and there was always next weekend to work and add to my growing bank account.

“Daddy, mmm, you feel so good!”

“You do too,” and he squeezed me again. We walked into the house with his arm around me and he asked about the drive, my car, and my classes.

The house seemed too big, though, too empty. I noticed some of the artwork was gone, and some of Mom’s crystal collection, too. Daddy saw me looking around as I took in all the new and not-so-good changes. I thought of asking him about it, but decided against it. Perhaps after I get settled in, I thought. We sat down on the couch in the living room after my father got a couple of beers out of the fridge.

“I love when you visit me; how long will you be able to stay?” he said longingly.

“I have to leave Sunday at about noon. I have classes Monday morning that I can’t miss.”

I saw the hurt look in his eyes. I knew he wanted me to stay longer, but it was an impossibility. “I understand, sweetheart, you’re busy with school, and I’ll just enjoy the time that I have you here with me.”

He asked me again about my classes and my ‘part-time job’ at the school bookstore. I hated lying to him but I knew he’d never be able to handle the truth of how I was really paying my bills now that he could no longer assist me. Once we’d caught up a little, I hit him with a serious topic that I hoped he’d be okay talking about.

“So, how are things going with Elaine?”

I knew that she and my Dad had been getting closer lately. I was glad for him; he’d been in quite a dry spell ever since my mother passed away suddenly three years ago. He’d loved her dearly and it took him a couple of years to move past losing her and try to ‘get back out there again’ and meet someone new. Just as things had started to get better for him he’d lost his job, and of course being unemployed wasn’t a big selling point with the ladies. When he met Elaine I thought things had finally started looking up for him.

“I’d planned on you meeting her today, but we had a falling out and that won’t be happening,” he said solemnly.

My heart sank and I reached out, took his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought everything was going well with her.”

“Everything was going great, until … ummm … last night.” I waited patiently for him to continue as he collected his thoughts. “This is really difficult to talk about with my daughter. I know you’re a grown woman … but … still …” His voice trailed off as the picture became a bit clearer.

“Daddy, you know you can talk to me, right? I’m kinda grown up now. I even know about,” I looked around the room and then whispered, “s-e-x.”

Working for Dana, I’d quickly learned that humor could diffuse any potentially awkward situation with her clients. It always worked with them, and it worked on my Dad as well.

He gave me a big laugh. “Well, all right, then, you asked for it. It was about s-e-x. I wanted it and she didn’t.”

I broke into a little scowl. “You weren’t pressuring her too quickly, were you? I thought you’d been going out a while?”

“Elisa, we’d been going out for four months, but she’s … you know … Catholic. After she got divorced she didn’t want to have sex until she got married again, and I guess I wasn’t willing to wait for her.”

This was a complicated situation, more complicated than I’d envisioned. I didn’t blame my Dad for wanting sex without being married. However, I also respected Elaine’s decision to abstain because of her religious convictions.

More than anything, I felt sorry for my Dad. He looked so dejected. Poor guy, I’m sure he really needs to get laid. Again, I tried to use humor to cheer him up. “Well, maybe it’s for the best. She’s probably lousy in bed and wouldn’t give you head.”

He coughed, and when he regained his composure he apologized. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that from you and you kind of caught me off guard there. It’s a moot point now, we had a huge fight last night and she was really pissed when she left.”

I tried to put a positive spin on the deterioration of his sexual prospects. “Daddy, maybe it’s for the best. Good sex is important in a relationship.” Trust me, I know. Most of the men I see every weekend pay me to do things for them that their wives won’t.

“Yeah, I guess şişli escort that’s true.” He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “Since I’m being so forthright with you about the shitty state of my love life, how about you tell me what you’ve been up to. Are you seeing anybody? Having good sex? Giving good–” He stopped suddenly. I think he shocked himself with what he almost said.

Yes, Daddy, I’ve given good head every weekend for the last month. And I swallow, too. What’s the point of doing all the work and not enjoying the taste?

Of course, I couldn’t admit any of that to my father, so I just smiled for a few moments before formulating my usual lie about what I’d been doing for the past few weekends. “I’m too busy with my school work, but every now and then I’ll go out on a date.”

What I was also discovering, working for Dana, that I couldn’t share with my Dad was that I liked being with men, not boys that were my age. They were more mature, more respectful, and more willing to return the pleasure that I gave them. Of course, there were some exceptions. A couple of them had been way past their prime and a lot more work to please, but overall I’d learned through my weekend experiences that guys my age were now of little interest to me.

The next few hours were great. We talked and laughed about some of his brothers and sisters, and we reminisced about my mother and some of my childhood experiences. Then we talked politics in relation to one of my classes. I always appreciated his take on things and he really understood that there usually wasn’t just a black or white definition or solution to a problem. He liked to consider all sides of a situation and he wanted to make sure that I always did, too. He’s one of the smartest people I know.

We had a great weekend together, and when I left on Sunday I promised to come back as soon as I could. My weekend with him also caused me to feel a bit conflicted. He’d said he was getting by just fine, but the insides of the cabinets and fridge were pretty barren. He’d already sold off the BMW, and he’d talked about selling the Infiniti next.

I had extra money that I was more than willing to give him, but I knew he’d never accept it from me. Additionally, it would blow apart my lie about working in the college bookstore for minimum wage, and it would force me to be truthful about what I was really doing on the weekends. His little girl seeing men on the weekends for money, that was information that I knew he was in no way ready to handle.

His lack of a love life also concerned me. He’s very good-looking and quite a catch; he’s kept himself in great shape despite the unemployment. He wasn’t one to just sit around and feel sorry for himself. Pretty women would be flocking to him if he could just find another job. Maybe I could get an escort for him? Would that even be good for him?

That was kind of weird, thinking about my Dad with one of Dana’s girls. I’ve seen all their pictures; I wonder which one he’d like. And would they be good to him like I’m good to my clients? I’d want him to have somebody who wouldn’t just go through the motions. I’d want him to feel passion again, and she’d have to put in the work with him just like I did when I saw my clients. It was an interesting thought, but one that I was in no way ready to act on.

– – – – –

I’d just filled my gas tank in Barstow and gotten back on the freeway when my phone chirped me out of my reverie. I was surprised to see it was Dana on the caller ID. Normally we only texted and rarely spoke on the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Elisa, it’s Dana. Is this a good time?”

“Sure, I’m in my car by myself. What can I do for you?”

“In your car, well, can you pull over somewhere for a few minutes? Or maybe call me later?”

“Give me just a second.” Luckily I was a quarter of a mile from a rest area. I took the exit and parked my car.

“Okay, I’m off the freeway and I can talk. Is anything wrong?”

“Oh, gosh, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. Somebody is getting quite popular!”

“Really … ummm … I guess that’s a good thing, right?

“It’s a very good thing for both of us.”

I know it’s a good thing for you, you’ve been getting a large share of my earnings. Of course, I kept that snide little thought to myself.

“So what’s new?”

“Well, two things, actually two clients, and they’re both pretty interesting and potentially lucrative. I’ll start with the shorter date. We have Steven, a thirty-nine-year-old accountant who would like to book you for four hours on Saturday night. It sounds nice, actually. Dancing and drinks at the Tao nightclub, then a few hours of sex afterwards. He’s checked most of the normal boxes, but he has a request we don’t actually have a box for.”

I took a deep breath and was almost afraid to ask my next question. “Okay, and what would that be?”

“It’s his wife’s birthday and he’d like you to be his present to her.”

My jaw dropped open and I was thankful we were on the phone instead taksim escort of talking face-to-face. “I … ummm … I don’t know.”

The hesitancy in my voice was quite evident and she quickly stepped in. “Before you say no, just hear me out.”

“Okay,” I said cautiously.

“He will be there, but mostly as an observer. He wants you to have a few drinks, dance with her, pursue her, and then have sex with her. He wants to help her relive her college days, something along those lines.”

“How old is she?”

I could hear her typing on her computer, looking up the information I’d requested. “You’d be meeting them on her 30th birthday.”

My mind was running wild with possibilities. Seeing … being with … taking care of older men, that was something I could handle, something I was getting good at and growing accustomed to. But this … what she was asking of me … this request was on a whole other level.

“I know you’re apprehensive, Elisa, but let’s talk about it, okay?”

“Okay,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“During your interview we never talked about this type of date because, frankly, our clients rarely request it.”

“Okay, but why me?”

“She loves your pictures and he loves your glowing reviews. Especially your ‘willingness to ensure your clients leave satisfied,’ as your last date put it.”

“I … ummm … I’m just … ummm … not sure.” My head was still spinning, and it was as if my brain refused to form a coherent thought.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said.

I took a deep breath, cleared my head, and willed myself to respond to my boss with a cogent answer. “You’ve always expected a lot from me and I’ve always delivered for you and our clients, I think we can agree on that, right?”

“I completely agree with that.”

“What if I agreed to this and wasn’t able to meet her expectations?”

“Have you had many experiences with women?”

“I’ve had a few, but let’s just say that it’s been limited.”

That was the understatement of the year. During my freshman year I met a girl who lived in my dorm. We became friends and went out together. When our night of hard partying was over, we went back to her room and her libido was in overdrive. She hit on me, which led to us making out, me going down on her, and me getting her off multiple times. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she could reciprocate, which left me turned on and incredibly frustrated.

To make matters worse, when I saw her the following day she pretended nothing had happened. I was actually dumb enough to let it happen again, hoping for a different outcome. Finally, I put my foot down and rebuffed her advances, which led to the end of our friendship. I was fairly certain she’d loved what I did to her, because I just mimicked what guys always did to me. Since then I’ve always been into guys and never considered myself to be anything other than heterosexual.

Which brought me back to the question. Would my … ummm … very limited skill-set even come close to meeting an experienced bisexual woman’s expectations or that of her rich husband? Dana’s voice broke me out of my thoughts and back to the now.

“Listen, Elisa, out of all my employees they specifically requested you. If you say no they’ll look elsewhere. But I believe in you, and like you said you’ve never let me down. I know this time won’t be any different.”

Now she’s handling me. For better or worse, her kind words and her faith in me won me over. “Okay, I’ll do this.”

“Excellent, I know you’ll have a great evening with them. His name is Steven and his wife’s name is Lynn, and they have a couple of kids. While I have you on the phone I’ll send you a picture of them.”

“Okay, but let me ask you, she’s had a lot of experiences with women?” I tried to sound confident, but I was afraid my inquiry might betray my lingering self-doubt. A couple of seconds later my phone chirped and I looked at the picture while Dana answered me.

“Steven told me that she’d been with quite a few girls during college but once they’d married and had children her opportunities dried up. Lynn’s greatest fantasy is to be with a hot young college girl and have, what did I write down here … oh, yes. She wants crazy and wild and romantic love-sex. I guess it’d be up to you to interpret what that means.”

Dana was talking but I was only half-listening; I was staring at the photo she’d sent me. They were on a beach, under a palm tree, and his arm was securely around her, holding her tight against his body. He was wearing long surfer-type board shorts and she was in a little blue bikini.

I quickly came to the conclusion that Lynn was gorgeous. Not the ‘she passes for cute’ variety, but she could be a model, type gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, high cheekbones, and puffy, pouty, sexy lips. He looked every bit his almost forty years, but she could pass for one of the girls I went to class with every day. And her body … This woman has had children? Bullshit, I wouldn’t believe beşiktaş escort it until I saw them. My eyes slowly gravitated towards him. He was handsome enough, but I’d be willing to bet he had rich parents to land a stunner like her.

“So, did you get the pic? What do you think?” she said.

Any notion of this date not being a complete and utter disaster had evaporated after seeing that picture. Of course, like always, I hid my true feelings from my boss. “They’re a cute couple.”

“I know, right?” She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“She is.” She’s Miss-Fucking-America, Boss; how do I even begin to sexually please a woman like that?

“Steven said she also likes playing with toys. He really didn’t elaborate, so just be ready for it, okay?”

Of course she likes toys … what blonde supermodel goddess doesn’t? I thought sarcastically. “If she likes that, it’s no problem.”

“I knew you wouldn’t have a problem with it,” she said gleefully.

“And you said this would be a four-hour date?”

“Yes, Steven would like to watch and then join in at some point.”

Pleasing a forty-year-old man, finally something I can actually handle. “Him joining us is fine.”

“This will be a great night for you. Your take will be $4,900.”

“I like the sound of that. But you said you have a second date to tell me about?”

“Yes, I do. You remember Edward from a couple weeks ago, right?”

I thought for a moment. Edward … yeah … the guy who’d wanted me to see his son and … ummm … teach him a few things. As Dana said, that had been a few weeks ago, and I had thought he’d forgotten about it or had changed his mind.

“Yeah, I remember him, what’s he up to?” I asked, hoping he’d agreed to go forward with his plans.

“He wants to book his son for a twenty-four hour-date in five weeks. Will you be available then?”

I couldn’t answer fast enough. “Yes! I’m available.” I couldn’t think straight; how much money would that be? “Wait, my period is when?” Dana tracked all of our periods on her computer. I was on the pill, of course, which gave me regular cycles of shorter duration.

“I already checked, and you’re in the clear. He said he’d already discussed this with you and you’re actually going to be his son’s birthday present, is that right?”

“Yes, I’m supposed to turn his boy into a man. It should be kinda fun, the kid is an honest-to-God virgin, unless something’s happened since I saw Edward, and from what he told me that probably hasn’t changed.”

“Interesting. Well, he’s checked all your boxes for that date, and I was willing to negotiate a discount on the usual fees because of how long the date would be, so it would come to … let me click to that screen again … yes. Seventeen thousand five hundred for you.”

I shivered for a moment. “Se-seventeen?” I asked with an unsteady voice. It was actually difficult to imagine someone paying me that much for twenty-four hours of my time.

“Seventeen five, Elisa.”

I took a deep breath. “I think I can live with that,” I gushed.

Dana chuckled into the phone. “I thought you’d be okay with that figure. Can I tell you something, Elisa?”

“Of course.”

“Well, it’s just that I’m very proud of you, dear. I had a feeling about you, and look at how well you’re doing. I’m kicking around the idea of raising your rates to keep up with the demand.”

I giggled. “I’ll leave that up to you, Boss.”

What she’d said was true, though. I had about fifteen requests for dates in my in-box. When I originally agreed to work for her, I told her I could work one night a week so I’d have plenty of time to study and keep up with my classes. However, because of all of the glowing reviews I’d received, I did seem to be in high demand, and that was a little disconcerting. Dana had promised she’d never pressure me into taking on more than I could handle, and I hoped that wouldn’t change.

We chatted a little more about the particulars of the upcoming couple-date and then disconnected. I did some math in my head.

Seventeen-five for the all-day date and almost five for the other is exactly twenty-two four for me, and maybe a raise after that. This could really set me up well.

– – – – –

When I got back into Las Vegas I found that my small two-bedroom apartment was empty. Then I remembered that my roommate, Lexi, was having dinner with her folks in Mesquite, about an hour and a half up the road. It was only about four in the afternoon, so I figured I had a two-to-three-hour window of privacy. I went to my bedroom and sat at my little desk that was normally reserved for doing my school-work.

I never really watched porn, the real thing was always so much better to me. Before I started working for Dana, I’d occasionally, maybe once a month, pick some lucky random guy from one of my classes and hook up. But now, having sex once and sometimes twice a week more than scratched that itch, and it was almost as if the more I got the more I wanted. On the occasional times when I did touch myself, the image in my head was always of a guy, one who I’d plan to pursue. However, today felt different. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the image Dana had sent me. There she is again … that beautiful blonde on the beach with her husband’s arm around her. As sexy as that image was, I’d need a little more stimulus if I was going to get myself off.

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She was a bitch. I was so glad that I didn’t have to work for her or have her working for me. We were department heads but we did have to work together. On the outside this was a stunning woman. I mean drop dead gorgeous, but she was still a first class bitch.

Well I shouldn’t say she was a bitch all the time. It was just when we had a difference of opinion. It seems like she would never back down from her position. Unfortunately most of the time she was right. I guess I just couldn’t give up my male position without a fight so maybe I had something to do with her bitchiness at times.

Now for instance this morning at the leaders meeting. That’s what our CEO likes to call department head meetings. She was sitting at the end of the front table were the officers all sit. Now imagine our tables erected in the shape of a triangle with the officers at the head but in a row across the top and she was sitting on my side at the end of the execs table.

She is always very stylish in her dress and today was no exception, except for one thing. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, left over right, and the top leg slightly swinging. A couple of times I have seen her with no hose but with spray painted tan on her very lovely legs.

Today she had hose on and I had to wonder. Were these panty hose or maybe thigh high and maybe with a garter. I had to bet on the last two and hopefully just the thigh highs.

Now being still single, I must admit I have seen many women sitting down in dresses that came above their knees. I keep wondering if I am a pervert or a healthy male. The skirt always slides further up the leg and revealing a lot of thigh. Now if she was wearing shorts that’s ok. But in a skirt, an area of the body, that should normally be covered, is open for observation and admiration, and that really turns me on.

All through the meeting I kept glancing at her and it seemed she kept looking at me. At one point when I was day dreaming and enjoying the exposed areas of her thighs she re-crossed her legs and turned a little more towards me. I caught a brief glimpse of more interior leg and she settled now facing me directly.

I had no idea what the Chairman was saying and hoped he wouldn’t call on me. But he did and before I could answer she interrupted and redirected the question for me, which he accepted. Then she looked back at me with a look like, “now you owe me one”.

At the last years office Christmas party, she and I sat together at the table of eight. A one strap gown that passed over her right shoulder. I was sitting to her left and often caught a glimpse of top part of her breast and a couple of times I was certain she knew where my eyes where but she didn’t let on.

Several times during the dinner, she touched my arms gently as she was telling a story about one of our fights in a humorous manner which drew laughter from the other six people at our table. The way she told it was like to little kids arguing just because they loved to argue.

Throughout the evening and when we danced she gave me looks that were so sensual, I thought. This women really had my number. I had so many fantasies about her, it was unhealthy for a single guy like me.

Back to the present and after the leaders meeting.

We had both stayed after hours and we were the only two in the office. And we were still arguing over one point on the next campaign. At one point she stepped close to me, like an ‘in your face’ kind of remark. I am not even sure of what she said. The only thing I could think of was putting my lips to hers and kissing her passionately.

She stopped her tirade and I put one hand on each cheek and pulled her to my hungry lips. Her eyes flashed that, what’s going on look. Then I crushed hers so she could say nothing. She pulled back from me and gave me a look that could kill. Before she could say anything else I pulled her to me again but this time my tongue found its way into her mouth and soon I could feel her joining in.

I pulled back as she grasped my hair with her hands and pulled me to her. Now she was kissing me back, hot and wet and with an urgency mixed with moans of want and need from deep inside her.

“I knew you wanted this as much as I did,” I whispered in her ear before I licked and tugged on her ear lob. Again I joined her in deeply passionate kisses melting any hesitation either of us had. Her no’s held no truth as her tongue continued to search me out.

Our kisses were longer and now I pushed her against the wall my body pressed hard against hers. I spun her around to face the wall and then raised her arms and held them against the wall with one hand. I pressed tightly against her. My erection pushing against the crack of her cheeks. I could feel her pushing back at me.

I released her hands but they stayed there. Each of my hands were at her neck and then they started their journey down her back and sides and then both hands found their way to her breasts. I squeezed them hard and kartal escort bayan she gasped and thrust back against me. I spun her around.

I opened her blouse and traced the exposed area left by a low rise lace bra. I could see the color surrounding her erect nipples which I pinched and played with. She kept saying don’t, don’t but her moans of pleasure overrode her words.

My hands wondered down her sides to her firm ass and explored it. I could feel no panty line. Either she had none on or was wearing a thong. She continued to push against me and breathing quickly and with excitement.

My hands moved down the outside of her waist and to her hips then continued down the outside of her thighs. One hand started to work its way up under her skirt with the fabric pilling up with the journey. Her skin was silky smooth and I could tell from her increased short breathing I was getting close to that spot of wonder.

Yes it was a thong. Tightly fitting over that favored spot. She had trimmed her hair but I could feel its softness as my fingers roamed down and began to caress the opening through her thong. Sliding one finger under it I found the entrance and reached for that sensitive clit which was now so moist. Just a few caresses to it and I could hear her moaning with more anxiety and her continued pleas of no, no.. She came quickly. Not an earth crashing one but I could tell I had aroused her to a fine edge.

I could feel her sort of collapse against the wall. Her hands slide down to shoulder height. I was still pressed up against her. I waited a couple of minutes till her breathing returned to normal. I leaned forward and started to kiss her neck.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.” She turned to me and pushed me back. “If you ever touch me again I will kill you.”

“What? You didn’t seem to mind me touching you a minute ago.”

“I want you to leave, Now!”

I walked to the door and opened it. “Who are you really mad at? Me or yourself.”

“Out! Get out of here. Now.”

“From the first moment we met each other, you knew this was going to happen, in spite of all the arguments we have had.”

“None of that is true. Now get out of here.”

I left and headed for home totally confused. I needed a drink and time to think about this. I stopped at a favorite watering hole, had a couple of drinks and a steak sandwich. I could not figure this woman out. Absolute beauty. Could have any man in the world. A shell that seemed to surround her that was like a stone castle with no point of entry although it seemed I had opened it but then she slammed it shut. On the other hand tonight I had witnessed a hidden passion.

I went home and took of my shoes and kicked them into the corner. Damn, I wish I had never touched her. I poured myself another drink I turned the TV on but none of it caught my attention. I kept thinking about her.

The door bell rang. Oh crap. Who in the hell could that be? I turned off the TV and went to the door and opened it.

It was the bitch. She pushed right past me to the center of the room then turned facing me with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread. She looked at me and took a step forward and then slapped me, not real hard but it stung. Then she grabbed me around my neck and planted an open mouth kiss on me. Her tongue went deep into my mouth and then she was biting me lightly on the lower lip.

She looked up at me and said, “Now lets complete what you started earlier. I want you to know that you are a bastard. You attacked me, got me all hot and ready in a place where we had no chance of filling our desires. Then you walked off and left me and you never called me or came to my apartment. Now your going to pay for it. We are going to do it my way and will continue until you beg me to stop.”

Now she backed off and grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. She looked up at me, those eyes flashing in such an evil but promising way. “I always wanted to rip a guys shirt off. That was fun.” She leaned down and took one nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and then biting it. I flinched. “There that is for some of the pain I have been feeling.”

Her hands were now active on my belt and then unzipping my pants and she pushed them down to the floor. I stood there, amazed as to what was happening.

“You better have something good in these briefs to make this all worth while.”

Now she stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head: no bra. Next she unzipped her skirt and it too fell to the floor: no panties. Before I even had a good look she dropped to the floor and pulled my socks off. “Here step out of these.”

Then she stood up and wraped her arms around my neck. Her tongue dancing all over my mouth and then finding my tongues she sucked on it drawing it in to her mouth. Oh god this was crazy, but I didn’t want it to stop. She lightly bit down on my tongue and scrapped her teeth as she pulled back.

“Now lets maltepe escort bayan see what you are bringing to the game.” She yanked my shorts off and the wrapped her hand around my fully aroused cock. “Umm, I do believe that with a little extra work on my part this tool of yours will do the job very nicely.”

She got down on her knees, her hand still around my throbbing cock. She held it close to her mouth and then she rubbed the tip of it over her lips depositing a small amount of pre-cum. She licked her lips, “Umm nice flavor.”

She lifted my cock straight up and put her tongue down at the base and then slowly licked her way up my cock and stopping at the top underside, a very sensitive area. She flicked her tongue back and forth but very lightly, kind of like you do to a girls clit.

Damn, this girl knew what she was doing but I hoped she would stop before I would shoot my wad as I had desires of filling her pussy with my cum.

Then she began to dance her tongue all over the tip of my cock and with her other hand she began to massage my balls. Slowly she guided my cock into her mouth and all the time her tongue kept going over and around my cock as it entered. Her hand closed in on my balls and squeezed them, and not softly at all. I gasped. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up with me with that evil but sexy smile.

“Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain.”

Her mouth opened and my cock, all of it, disappeared in her mouth. She moved her head back and forth until I joined the action like I was fucking her mouth. I am not sure how she does it, but her tongue was pressing against the underside of my cock and pressing it against the roof of her mouth. This was an oral pussy I had never experienced before. Then after a few minutes her finger found the one spot right behind my balls and began rubbing and pressing that spot and then I went over the edge. Shot after shot of hot cum filled her mouth but she took every bit of it until I was emptied.

Slowly she slid my cock out until just the tip was in her mouth. Now she sucked and licked me draining every last drop out of me. This girl is magical. I have never cum so quickly from a BJ and so hard too.

She stood up and rubbed her tits, side to side against my chest. Her face close to mine and now her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I could taste my cum and I knew she wanted me to taste it. Then her lips pressed against mine and we just continued to tongue fuck each other.

“Take me to your bedroom, love.”

I picked her up. Her legs immediately wraped around my waist and her arms around my neck.. My somewhat soft cock pressed against her very wet pussy. I walked into the bedroom and to the bed and however I could find my way was a miracle as she was kissing me all the way blocking off all sight.

At the bed I leaned over and took her hands away from my neck and she fell down laughing. Her legs still spread. Her pussy, tits and whole naked body totally exposed. She scooted back on the bed some but I put my hands just above her knees and held her there so that her legs folded at the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move. Stay just where you are. I want to see this exotic creature in all her glory. So many times I have wondered what you looked like without any clothes on and now I am going to take my time viewing and exploring this sex toy who is laying on my bed.” I laid down beside her and leaned forward as my lips approached hers. My hand immediately came to rest on her tummy.

“Put your hands up over your head and leave them there,” I whispered

She did and then looked at me with a kind of smirk on her face like she was showing me something I had never seen before. It was absolutely beautiful.

I slid my hand upwards till it rested just below one breast. With one finger I drew circles around the nipple and then I pressed against it. “I would say a very nice and firm B cup. And from feeling the firmness of your tummy I would say this woman is also active in some Health Center. A size B is the size I really favor.” As I said this my hand was covering her breast and squeezing it just a little.

“It just fills my hand perfectly and when it is accented by hard nipples that just stand out, so erectly, that is an added plus.”

I rolled the nipple between my thumb and fore finger as she softly moaned. Not a sound I could understand, but just a moan and grown of sexual excitement.

“Hard nipples like yours are so inviting to lick, to suck on and to pinch.”

I did all this to the other breast. As I pinched her nipple with my teeth she responded with a surprised , “Oh, oh god. oh. That drives me crazy.”

“Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain.”

I leaned to her lips but not pressing mine to hers. Instead I wiped her lips with my tongue and she continued to moan softly. With my two fingers I rolled pendik escort bayan her nipple but this time even harder while my mouth returned now to suck her other nipple and I continued doing that as I slid my hand down her chest to her tummy and to her mound which I covered with my hand and began to caress it. Her legs closed together trapping my hand.

I slid off the bed and spread her legs and got between them. With my hand in place I let one finger move up and down the opening to her sex.

“I love the way you have styled your hair. Just a slim and thin trace of your brown hair. Like a pathway to your lovely pussy. Your pussy is so beautiful with those full labia on each side. I just have to taste you.”

I bent down, supporting myself on my arms. Her labia were wet. I put both fingers in the opening and then spread her lips revealing the womanly treasurer. I leaned forward and licked up and down between her outer labia. Then I blew on this area I had just licked. Again she gasped. I licked again and blew again and then sucked each deep in my mouth.

“Oh, oh god, oh that feels so cold. Umm but I like it.”

I let go of her lips but not for long as I sucked one into my mouth and pinched it lightly with my lips. Then the other one. Then my tongue plunged deep into her pussy and moved back to that sensitive clit and I began to tease it in every direction and occasionally sucking it into my mouth as I spread her opening wide.

She responded with gasps, with whimpers, with moans and sucked in air through her teeth. Then she put both hands on my head nudging me to where her pleasure was maximized and she emphasized those places with louder gasps.

I had one hand on her tummy and I started to feel a quiver as she began to approach her moment. I moved my hand down and two fingers now entered and I curled them. She gasped again more like a long wail and I knew she was approaching her orgasm. She thrust herself towards my hand trying to get more penetration into her shivering pussy.

Now she was biting her lower lip. She was so close and that is what I wanted. I withdrew my fingers. She gasped, “Oh no. Oh my god oh no, no, no.” She tilted her head up and saw the grin on my face. “You bastard you, oh I hate you. I was so ready to cum for you.”

“Love, you will cum when I want you to.”

Her juices had thoroughly soaked my lips and my mouth was loaded with more honey. I raised up to her face and pressed against her lips which opened immediately and she could no longer complain. I plunged my honey coated tongue deep in her mouth and at the same time I rammed my cock deep into her.

“Ump,” was all she could say. As I pumped into her she drove her fingernails into my back and scratched me all the way down to my ass and as best as she could she pinched my ass.

I began to laugh which made her even more mad so I rolled over taking her with me till she was on top pressing against my cock . In return she bit my lower lip, just enough to draw a little blood.

“Damn you, I was so close and I wanted to cum so badly.” She sat up and I took my cock and pointed it at her opening.”

“Ride me cow girl. Ride my big hard cock and cum again and again for me. We are going to fuck all night.”

“Is that a promise my King Bastard? Do you have it in you? Can you keep it hard all night long?” Again there was that devilish sneer and challenge as she began to move up and down on my cock with force.

I knew right then that this was going to be a fuck session like I had never had. After about ten or fifteen of her bouncing on my cock she rose up turned around and then facing away from me slid down on me, taking me as deep as possible.

Now her actions were different. Instead of up and down on me she started moving her ass around in circles. First one way then the other and then up and down. All the time I was deep inside her. She would lean forward and grasp my balls and squeeze them. The pain erotic and exciting.

“Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain.”

Every once in a while she would return to the up and down I could feel her finger returning to that spot that shot me off real quick. That’s when I rolled her off and then twisted her over and then pulled her up on her knees and I behind her.

God what a beautiful sight. That smaller hole which some day I would explore and then that beautiful entrance into a pussy that I was ready to file with my cum.

I drove into her with force and I kept slamming into her. My balls slapping her ass and then my hand reach down and under her and two fingers entering her and now I fucked the hell out of her while I teased her clit and she moaned and gasped the whole time until I could feel my balls filling with cum and the pressure building in my cock, that wonderful painful feeling as my cum filled my channel and also the excitement of getting ready to spread my seed.

At the same time she is gasping and crying out, “Oh, oh, oh, Oh don’t stop now, ah oh god I am so close yes, yes.” Then she was practically hyperventilating, pushing back at me with force as I plunged into her. Together we were moving at a new temp. I was pounding her fast and hard and each time she would loudly grunt. This was no longer just sex – this was a true hard core fuck.

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Lisa admired herself in her hotel room’s mirror. She knew she rocked the sexy business woman look. Her long dark hair in a bun, glasses over her big brown eyes and the tight skirt and blouse combination she wore over 4 inch strap back heels really showed her to her best. Of course, bicycling the hills and mountains around her home in Southern California certainly helped. She really wanted to surprise her husband, Hugh, with what she was wearing underneath, a sexy red lace bra that pushed her C-cups into wonderful cleavage (she made sure to unbutton one more button on her blouse), silk panties and thigh high stockings. Hugh would not be enjoying these sites tonight..

“An extra night in Colorado Springs.” She thought as she sighed. “Wouldn’t have been worth getting in on time anyway.”

Lisa and Hugh had met in college, where they had basically double majored in business and working out. They had both shared a passion for exercise and competed in triathlons. Of course, training like that does not allow for eating junk food or drinking, so that left sex as a vice- well sex and marijuana to be precise. Hugh and Lisa had discovered a mutual passion for each other blossoming over the area of the university cafeteria where the athletes and gym rats hung out. Some of the sexual hijinks they got into became legend at the school – doing it on the provost’s desk perhaps the best.

They lived together after college while Lisa learned the ropes in commercial real estate and while Hugh went to law school. The demands were such that neither could devote the training time they needed, so the cycled together every morning. Unfortunately the demands of Law review kept Hugh from the extended rides Lisa took into the mountains every weekend.

They married during the summer between Hugh’s second and third years of law school. Hugh was clerking with a very prestigious firm and already had secured an offer for employment after graduation. They celebrated by honeymooning in Hawaii.

Then Hugh graduated and reality hit. At first Hugh began to neglect exercise and proper nutrition because of the bar exam, Lisa had thought. The bar exam is high stress after all, and all he does is study then order in.

Then he started with the firm and the real demands of billable hours kicked in. An easy week was 60 hours of work. Of course that meant no exercise and food ordered in from greasy spoons around his office. Now Lisa rode her bicycle alone.

She had urged him to quit, to move to a smaller firm or into a 9 to 5 corporate job, but he refused. He wanted to be partner. So they barely ever saw each other now. Lisa went to bed early so she could get her bicycle rides in every morning and Hugh usually dragged in after 11 PM, exhausted and often sleeping in the guest bedroom so as not to disturb her.

Of course sex had gone down to once per week, on weekends, if that, then to far less frequently in the past year. Hugh had gotten progressively more out of shape and overweight. She thought his cock even felt smaller, then read on a medical site how fat covers the shaft and makes it seem smaller. He had no energy and she had to move his stomach out of the way so he could penetrate her.

It had been three years since he had started studying for the bar and now Hugh was just plain huge – at least 100 pounds overweight. Their doctor urged him to lose weight and Lisa begged him to start riding again. But all of the passion and competitive energy that had made Hugh so much fun to be around when they fell in love was now focused on one thing, making partner. Everything else suffered, including his health, his waist line and his marriage.

Tonight was supposed to be special. Her birthday had been on Wednesday and she never would have expected Hugh to take the time on a weeknight. Instead, she had booked this business trip to Colorado Springs and closed a deal on leasing some major office space north of town. They had planned on making it up tonight. He was supposed to pick her up at the airport, then a nice dinner at a great little seafood place overlooking the Pacific, then sex as wild as they could make it (admittedly a low bar for Hugh these days).

She had gotten dressed that day anticipating the planned special night. She was just plain horny and had been wearing out the batteries of her vibrator lately. She really needed the real thing. She needed her husband to be just some of the sexual powerhouse he had been just a few years ago. She was trying to do everything in her power to help him get there.

The phone call had come while she was in the shuttle bus between the rental car drop off and the terminal. She recognized the tone of voice immediately and she was not about to scream obscenities at him in front of the strangers on the bus, but she really wanted to.

“Look I am soooo sorry honey.” Hugh had pleaded. “but there’s a snag in this IPO that is scheduled for Monday and I’ve got to get to New York. I’ll make it up I swear.”

“Hugh!” Lisa hissed into the phone. “It is my birthday. Can’t someone else?”

“No, beykent escort bayan there is no one else.” They practically said it together.

She was barely holding it together on the security line and the conversation she was overhearing in front of her didn’t help. Two soldiers were chatting, not unexpected in a town with the military presence of Colorado Springs.

“Yeah man, I got the call this morning.” One said to the other. “My mom had a stroke and well… fuck it, ya know… she ain’t gonna make it.”

“Oh Shit man. I don’t know what to say.” Replied the other.

“Yeah well they got me on fucking standby on this flight to Orange County. It is one of those small ones and I may not make it. Fuck! I gotta get home.”

That would be Lisa’s flight.

Lila made sure she stood on line behind the solider at the gate agent.

“I understand about your mother, solider and I’ll do whatever I can to get you there, but right not everyone has checked in for this flight. I can’t get you on board.” Lisa heard the attendant saying.

She stepped closer, thinking, “I have nothing to go home to tonight, so what the fuck? I might as well be a nice person.”

“Listen, can you get me on the 7 AM flight to Orange County tomorrow?” she said to the attendant. “He needs to get home and if I can get on that flight I’ll give him my seat.”

“Oh! Shit Lady! Thank you!” the solider exclaimed.

After much fuss, the attendant got her on first class on the morning flight. She had taken a cab to her hotel, instructing the driver to stop by a marijuana dispensary where she grabbed an edible and a disposable vape pen.

At the interstate’s exit for her hotel she noticed on a sign…

“Did that say ‘Families in Focus’?” She asked the driver.

“Yeah, they’re headquartered right there. They have a nice view of Pikes Peak.”

“Those are the right wing Christian folks, right?” Lisa asked using the politest euphemism she could think of for homophobic, right wing Neanderthals.

“Yup. Surprised you got a room here.” The cabbie said. “They have a big conference going on this weekend and I thought everything was booked.”

“Must have been a cancelation”

Lisa dumped her bag on the hotel bed, downed the edible and took a hit off the vape pen. She checked her makeup thinking she’d go down to the hotel bar and have a drink. It took an hour for an edible to work, after all. Once it kicked in, she come up and see how long fresh batteries in a vibrator would last and maybe stream some porn.

Much to her surprise the hotel bar was empty. With a conference in town she would have expected a crowd.

The bored looking bartender blushed as he hid his own vape pen in his shirt pocket.

“Hendricks martini with a twist please. And stir it, so it is clear please.” Lisa ordered, smiling at the bartender’s embarrassment.

“The lady knows her martinis.” The bartender replied.

“Where have I seen him before?” Lisa thought as she watched him prepare her drink.

“I won’t tell about you if you don’t tell about me.” Lisa said, taking a hit off her vape pen as the bartender poured her drink into an icy cold glass. She realized she would be getting a bit tipsy this evening. Good thing it will be easy to nap in first class during the flight home.

“Tonight there won’t be anyone coming in to complain.” The bartender grinned and took a hit off his own pen. “Please hide it if anyone does drop in though.”

“Yes. Of course.” Lisa agreed. She just knew she had seen that boyish grin before. “Have we met before?”

“You mean, not here in this bar right? I don’t remember meeting you before. Where are you from?” the bartender asked.

“Mission Viejo, near LA in California.” She smiled.

“I did some work in that area a year or two ago, but I don’t think we met.” The bartender replied. “And I don’t get out there anymore. Not in that line of work.”

“What line was that?” Lisa asked.

“Mostly work for an on line company.” The bartender dodged.

“Oh well, to a new friend then.” Lisa smiled. They tipped vape pens and took a hit and Lisa took a sip of the most excellent martini that had been prepared for her.

The bartender reciprocated with his vape pen and a sip of coffee.

“I am Phil.” The bartender said, extending his hand.

“Lisa” she replied noting that his hands were just rough enough to be masculine but not baby butt smooth like so many men she dealt with at work.

She could feel the few small hits she had taken, though the edible had not kicked in yet. It was making her flirty and the Phil was the only guy around. Besides, he was obviously a hunk. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and Lisa noted that he had a very cute butt when he had turned to prepare her drink. He had deep brown eyes and a rugged beard and tan face that spoke of many hours in the outdoors. Of course in Colorado and so near the mountains she expected that. His hands spoke of rougher outdoor exercise.

“With incirli escort bayan a conference in town I would have expected this place to be packed.” Lisa said, making conversation.

“Not with Family in Focus.” Phil said. “When the military is in town though this place is always party central.”

“Right. I forgot the Air Force Academy is close.” Lisa replied. “I hope you’re not offended but I am not much of a Family in Focus fan.”

“Neither am I.” said Phil. “I’m straight but I have lots of gay friends and they stand against all those people getting some of their most basic rights. And the way they treat women is unbelievable.”

In one dark corner of her mind Lisa happily noted that this guy was straight. She marked it as just a passing thought. While she had certainly checked out other men and flirted with them and also watched her share of porn she had always been faithful to Hugh. And she still swore she recognized him.

“I am so glad you said that.” Lisa replied. “But you’d think one or two of these guys would sneak in for a cocktail.”

“Sneak is the operative word” Phil replied. “We see that 9 out of 10 of these people keep the straight and narrow while they’re here. No drinking or partying. But the other 10 percent are major hypocrites. A couple will hit some bars away from the hotel and stumble back in drunk at closing time. And right now, I’d bet there will be 15 escorts in and out of here tonight. You get to recognize them after a while and they slip us a few bucks to be discrete about their ins and outs.” Phil said. “Pun intended”

They both giggled. Lisa moved on her bar stool to make sure Phil could see more thighs, though not yet the lace tops of her stockings. They continued to chat, flirt and exchange double entendre for quite some time, at least long enough for the edible to kick in full strength so Lisa knew she had been at the bar for about an hour. As always when marijuana kicked in she was horny and was beginning to think it was getting time to wrap up, go to her room and get as much out of her vibrator and perhaps some porn as possible for that evening. She noticed the hotel manager enter and call Phil over to the other end of the bar. They chatted, while Phil nodded and Lisa checked out his tight cute butt.

She swore she recognized him.

“Wouldn’t mind wrapping my legs around that while he did me.” She thought. Lisa was very tempted to try and get Phil back to her room, but was resisting it. She was pissed off at her husband and was seriously considering divorcing him now but that required sober consideration and right now she was not in the same time zone as sober.

Phil returned. “That was the hotel manager. He said I can close up as soon as I like. I told him I would as soon as you left.” Phil gave a boyish shrug and an uneven grin. “Besides, I’m enjoying myself.”

CLICK!

Now Lisa knew how she recognized Phil, but it was not from when he used that name and he did not have a beard in her image of him. But that shrug and the way he said he was enjoying himself gave it away to her. She knew him as “Woody Adamantine”, apparently his nom de porn.

She watched a good deal of porn these days. It was her only sexual satisfaction. Typically she would get high and watch porn on her pad while masturbating. She had favorited a bunch of movies on some you tube style porn site that all seemed centered on the themes of office sex and “nerds get laid”. “Woody” was in several and played nerds in the most over the top ways possible and always was getting fucked by the office babe or several of the babes. He had given that line in “Night of the Nerds IX” – one of the last pornos she had watched earlier in the week. She did recall that he had not really done anything new in a long time.

He had also been the stripper at her friend Deb’s bachelorette party in Vegas she recalled. That was a few years ago now. Lisa seemed to remember Deb getting too drunk and passing out half way through the show and the bridesmaids bringing him to their hotel’s bedroom for what they all agreed had been a very good time indeed. She had been loyal to Hugh that night, despite a great deal of temptation and alcohol.

[Alternative ending 1]

All this flashed through her mind in an instant as well as one last bit of self-restraint.

“He doesn’t know I recognize him. He’s just a guy chatting a woman up in a bar. I so need the real thing and here is a guy who I’ll masturbate to later tonight. I want the real thing!”

At that moment Lisa crossed a threshold. Everything that followed would be a result of that thought. What she was about to do with Phil that evening

Hugh had blown off his attempt to “make things up to her” with yet another client in crisis, so she picked up two guys at a local bar and had a very good time.

Hugh had found the condoms in the trash and the divorce had been relatively civil.

Right now all that was to come. Right now what mattered was Lisa’s increasing desire for zeytinburnu escort bayan this man’s cock. Tonight, only her need for pleasure and desire for revenge.

“Hugh blows off some of the best sex we would have had in ages for work? Well he wants to marry his job, then to hell with him.” She thought. It would be a taste of revenge sex.

She smiled over her empty martini glass. She had finished it at least 20 minutes ago, switching to water and vape pens with Hugh.

“You know.” She said, shifting in her seat to flash more thigh and leaning into Phil. “You could give last call, make me another one of those wonderful martinis, then lock up. We could have our own little party in here.”

“Well the kitchen is closed and locked up for the night so no one can get in there.” Phil gave that sexy boyish grin, the one Lisa had seen so many times just as her vibrator was starting to hum. “Can’t get in or see in. It would be private.”

Phil left to lock the door as she quickly unfastened two of her blouse buttons. Her one indulgence to vanity, surgical enhancements from barely an A cup to a C would hopefully pay off tonight. It was a good investment that her push up bra was doing everything to enhance. She slipped her wedding ring into her purse.

“Phil, can you change the music please, babe?” she smiled as he prepared her cocktail. “This new age stuff sounds like old age music. And make yourself one and join me. You’re off duty.”

Phil chuckled and soon the thump of electronica was heard in the bar, kept a bit low to avoid attracting attention. Lisa swayed to the beat in her seat.

Phil poured the drinks and sat on the neighboring stool. Lisa faced him and crossed her leg, letting the tip of her shoe trace across his calf as she did so.

They talked and Lisa stroked his arm and played with his hair. All the while she would flash on “Woody’s” typical scene – a strong woman pushing herself on him. She decided that she really wanted to live that fantasy tonight.

“Dance with me!” she practically ordered.

She teased him unmercifully as she moved her body. She would dance close enough to press her breasts against him, then dance away. She turned, bent over and wiggled her ass before turning back and dancing toward him, pressing her thigh into his crotch.

“Fuck! he is huge!” she thought. “And hard as a fucking rock!”

She turned and wiggled her ass against his cock. She was panting slightly in excitement.

She turned again and pressed her thigh into his cock. If anything he was harder now. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her waist.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” she teased.

“Ummmm… a bit.” Came the reply.

Her hand reached down and stroked through his pants.

“Let me see if I can help.”

With that she kissed him deeply. Soon their tongues were dancing together as she stroked him through his pants.

“I’m with a former porn star trying to live a porn fantasy, might as well follow the script.” She thought and began to unbutton his shirt and kiss down his chest. She remembered that Phil had no body hair in his movies- the better to show off his massive chest muscles and six-pack abs. She was pleasantly surprised to find him still as smooth as a baby’s bottom across the chest and stomach and he still had a six-pack.

“God! What a turn on!” she thought. She had forgotten what it was like to be with someone who was so fit. She soon had his pants on the floor and took in the visual of his cock through his shorts. He was wearing those thigh boxer briefs and it really showed off his size and girth.

She popped his cock over the band of his underwear and teased up and down the shaft with her tongue. It was a bit salty and she loved it. She teased that sensitive part under the head then took as much as she could into her mouth. She made it about half way down. She was surprised. She could easily take the length of her husband, even when it wasn’t shortened by the flab.

She was licking and stroking, then just taking the head and twirling her tongue around that sensitive spot under the head. Soon she had Phil moaning. To Lisa’s surprise he pulled his cock away.

“You’re gonna make me shoot.” He explained. “It has been awhile, so… besides it is your turn.”

Phil helped her stand. She let her skirt fall to the floor. Phil had unbuttoned her blouse and had taken her nipples into his mouth. They only removed her skirt. Lisa moaned as Phil touched her pussy, first through her panties then moving the panties aside. His fingers gently stroked outside then parted her lips. First he teased her clit then stroked it gently between two fingers.

“OHGODTHATISGOOD!” she gasped. Lisa pushed her hips up, begging for more pressure but Phil kept teasing. He was kissing down her own iron flat stomach and had finally reached her pussy. He teased, licking around the outer lips then slowly up to her clit until just the tip of his tongue teased the small bit of blood engouraged clit that was between his fingers.

“OHMYFUCKINGGOD!” Lisa cied. “Harder! Please give me more!”

Lisa’s hips strained upward begging to be licked harder and he gave in. He lapped and sucked while he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her. At times they probed deep inside her; at others they curled up and hit her G spot, just behind the clit. Just the right pressure and she was soon…

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After parking across the street from the aging brick building, I look both ways and make the sprint. My bag is heavy with gear but it doesn’t slow me down. It couldn’t possibly. I am here.

The dark stairwell leading up smells of sweat. Probably somebody cleans it once in a while, but it will always smell this way. That’s because the dojang is a sweaty place, and… that’s a good thing.

In the women’s locker room I strip quickly. My hair is already French-braided so I don’t have to worry about that. On with the sports bra, the uniform. Then my belt, the blue stripe. Any day now I will be called to test, but I really don’t care about that. What matters is the sweat. I tie the belt correctly, high color on the right, grab my bag and get to the mat.

I’m early but there is no time to waste. Being past thirty means the more time spent stretching, the better. Eighteen months ago one of the black belts took me aside. “Don’t forget.” he said. “You never stretch a cold muscle.”

I haven’t forgotten. My gear bag gets tossed in a corner and I start running laps. It is wonderful to feel the easy way the air moves in and out of my lungs, feel my thigh muscles waking up and saying thank you, thank you for using me. A dozen laps clockwise, a few more counterclockwise, and I’m nice and tacky.

I plop down then and spread my legs as far apart as they will go. I’m not rail-thin the way I was when younger, but more shapely, with better muscles. Stretching, ah, twisting at the waist, bending my nose to my shin. Left, center, right, center, chest to the mat, arms spread wide… Laura comes in and we do some partner stretches.

Her legs are longer than mine so I push the soles of my feet against her ankles. “How’s life at the bank?” I ask. We stretch in opposite directions: my hands reach to her left ankle, her hands go to my left. “Same ole, same ole,” she answers. “How about the college?”

“Fun week,” I grunt. “Started inspecting hospitals.” I explain that we do that for the sake of the medical students’ education, and she laughs. “Will you push down my knees?” she says.

Of course. We take turns kneeling behind one another. She pulls the soles of her feet together for the butterfly. My arms come around and lightly, carefully, I press down on the knee joints until she spanks the mat. Then she presses my back, something I really appreciate, because the hip joints need that precursor if I’m going to kick anyone in the head. Which I plan to do — in a friendly way, of course.

My legs can spread wider now. Laura gently but firmly leans her weight against my upper back. I can feel my boobs squashing flat on the mat. My hands grasp at the air in front of me. “Inhale,” she directs. I breathe in, then, “Exhale,” and she presses a bit more as the breath whooshes out of my lungs. This works. I love it. “Thanks.” I tap the mat, and she nods, and lets up.

Other students have been trickling in. Rick and Jacob, the Burke twins. Not my favorite people. Carol Martin, the matriarch. She is the oldest student. Andrea, a trusted friend. Adam, strawberry blond and green-eyed, he’s hot. I wouldn’t mind a few partner stretches with him, but he’s never shown any interest, and I don’t feel like making the first move. Three white belts. Couple of yellow belts.

The lead black belt claps his hands sharply. “Let’s line up!” he bellows, and the twenty-five or so students scramble into place, lined up by rank. I’m in the middle of the pack. Everyone faces forward for the opening ritual. Bow, salute the flag. Bow, to the headmaster. Bow, to the black belts. My long dark braid slides over one shoulder.

The headmaster barks out the official warmup. “Move your hips!” the old man snaps out. Off the mat, he is the nicest guy you’d ever hope to meet. Students universally adore him. On the mat, you’d better do what he says, or brace yourself for a solid kick in the ass.

The forms begin. “ONE!” comes the command. My left hand shoots out to the side, a sharp knife-hand. I make the horse stance. There are many ranks in the room, so the person behind me does something different, the person in front of me does something else, and to my left, something still different. In the frieze we look like some odd modern dance.

“TWO!” Down block, turn ninety degrees. My eyes don’t go anywhere but where they should. Back straight, wrists straight. I’m completely focused on my invisible target.

“THREE!” For a second I wonder if he ever gets hoarse doing that. After each count, there is a slight pause while the teacher looks over everyone’s form. Sometimes he corrects someone, and the pause is a bit longer. Out of the corner of my eye I see the black belts helping the white belts.

At step seven, my block isn’t what the instructor wants. The whole class pauses while he steps over to demonstrate. No words are spoken. He realigns my shoulders, a warm, reassuring touch. Then his uniform snaps like a sailcloth in the wind. I do my best to imitate gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan the master. He does it again. I do it again. He gives me the keep working on it look. The sweat is pouring down my body. Of course I will.

The count proceeds. At step twelve, I do something I’m not supposed to do. The form calls for a kick that I just don’t agree with, so I change it. It’s dumb to kick with the toes extended! I’ve always been taught that’s a great way to get your toes broken. So I change it, and strike with the heel. The headmaster notices but doesn’t correct. So I keep doing it. This is brash, and in a few moments I’ll probably get a lesson. Stubbornly I tell myself I don’t care.

At step eighteen, many of us are finished. We hold the last position, stock-still except for the panting and sweating, while the advanced ranks continue to follow the count. I’m lucky. The poor white belts have to stand still for a long time. I get to keep moving twice as long. The count finally rolls to 36. My heart rate is decreasing.

Then something odd happens. The headmaster gives a rare command. “Gather around. Sit down.” Most us kneel, palms on our thighs, to show respect. One of the white belts is observant, and follows suit. The rest will, in time. If they stick around.

“I need to raise a delicate issue,” the old man continues. Involuntarily I shudder. The upper ranks’ faces are impassive, but their eyes flicker. Something or someone has annoyed the man, and they don’t like it. “How many times,” he asks, “have we talked about setting goals in this class?” He looks around. “Mr. Burke?”

“Many times, sir,” comes the answer.

“That is correct. Where are goals, in time?”

I raise my hand and he nods in my direction. “The future,” I say.

“Again correct,” he affirms. “But for the next two hours, I want you to stop thinking about your goals. Why is that?”

No one can answer. He looks into each face.

“Daydreaming!” he finally snaps. “When you are in the future, you are not here. Because the future has not happened yet, you are not there either.

“You must pay attention to the here and now. It is through daydreaming that you are distracted. It is through distraction that there are injuries. There will not be any injuries in this class. Do you understand?”

Everyone nods, basically too terrified to speak. A few mumble yes, sir.

“What?”

“Yes, sir,” is the loud chorus.

“Good. Where are your minds today?”

“Here and now, sir.”

Satisfied, the headmaster stands. He orders the lineup, by height this time, for sparring. He catches my eye. “Miss Crane,” he says curtly, and points to the ground in front of him. I jog over and stand formally, eyes down, while he gives the rest of the class orders to spar.

“Now,” he turns to me, “tell me why you changed your kick.” I tell him I think the kick looks like a pretty ballerina. “Uh-huh,” he grins. There is a twinkle in his eye, which lets me know I can relax a bit. “Now think about your form,” he instructs. I do as I’m told. It is in my mind. “What do you think is happening, here?”

“Breaking a board?” I try. Shake of the head. “Striking an opponent?” No, that’s not it. I feel like a dufe. “One-step sparring,” he orders. “Kick my balls.”

My head rolls back and I choke on a laugh. “I can’t do that!” But he motions me into position. “Attack.”

I step forward and swing my fists into place. “Ay-yah!” He steps backward and repeats the salute. Then I kick viciously towards his crotch, striking with the heel. In less than one-tenth of a second, the pretty ballerina foot loops up, catches my leg and neatly flips me onto my back. I land with a loud whump and barely remember to slap the mat. Some of the shock is absorbed but I am dazed. The shapes in the ceiling plaster look like a horsey … a duckie … the Mona Lisa …

The forearm that enters my field of vision has grey hairs on it. The hand opens, grasps mine, easily pulls me to my feet. “Pretty ballerina,” he snorts. “Never heard that one before.”

The next ninety minutes go by too swiftly. By noon my arms are trembling from sparring and push-ups. My sports bra is glued to my skin and I smell like a goat. I have never been so happy, except of course for last Saturday at this time, and the Saturday before that, and the one before that.

In the women’s locker I elbow to my place between Carol and Andrea. “So, Miss Greene,” I ask, “lunch?”

“Nah, not today. Kids.”

“Oh, too bad. We’ll miss you.”

“Yeah, maybe next week.”

Laura’s coming, though, and Carol. Some of the guys will, don’t know who yet. Knowing isn’t critical.

We get through the shower — hot, delicious, lathery, soapy, it feels so good — and combing our wet hair, we walk across the street to our typical haunt. I order an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat, and freshly squeezed orange juice. There is nothing like esenler escort bayan feeding protein and whole grains to a body that is alive with exertion. You feel like you could just about levitate, if you tried hard enough.

Only half a dozen of us make it to lunch today. The headmaster is at the opposite end of the table from me, too far really to engage in conversation. But our eyes meet from time to time and our friendship is easy and warm. I really respect that man.

After lunch I am checking my tires before the long journey home. One of them seems a bit low, I think, and I hook up the portable compressor. While it’s whirring away, I floss in the driver’s side mirror. “You might want to keep an eye on that,” says a voice, and I jump.

Quickly I yank the floss from my teeth, flash a grin and hop out of the car. “Oh, it takes a minute. Aren’t you headed home?” My teacher seems at a loss for words, something I have never seen, and finally he says, “I want to talk with you. Care for a beer?”

“Ah, sure.” I am puzzled and surprised. He names a pizza place on the other side of town, and in our separate cars, we drive over.

“So,” I say. “So,” he replies. Across the table in the dim restaurant he looks just like somebody’s dad, or somebody’s grandfather maybe. His shoulder-length hair is all grey, going white. It is impossible for me to tell what color it might have been.

He touches my face, runs his fingers gently over my mouth. “Did I hurt you today?” “No, sir,” I say quickly.

“Good.” He pours us each a beer. I am starting to get the picture or what I think is the picture and my mind is filled with images of his body in the dojang. I am remembering the hundreds of times he has moved my limbs into position and the gentle strength in those touches.

Thoughtfully I sip my beer. “You know I’m not married,” he begins.

***

It’s Wednesday night. For the first time in ages I am skipping class. The clock reads 8:55 and I stroll softly around the room, lighting candles and sipping a little wine, trying to remain calm, but my palms are sweaty and my stomach is jumpy. He’ll be here any minute.

With a sigh, I stretch out on the couch. I’m aware of my skin, newly clean, and freshly shaven in so many places, cocooned in a silk kimono. Usually this attire is a treat just for me, to wear for meditating after a scented bath. Tonight it’s for someone else’s pleasure, too.

The anticipated knock skyrockets my heart rate. I drop the magazine I couldn’t read anyway and rush to the door. There he stands. This is real. Hands shaking, I put my fingers in his and draw him in. “You came,” I whisper in shock. He leans in close, his beard tickles my neck and he plants a quick kiss. “I expect we both will,” he says in my ear. I have to laugh. My nervousness drops away as he pulls at his jacket. “Wait,” I say. “Dance with me first.”

Sade is asking — Is it a crime? We sway in gentle steps, my bare feet adding to the feeling of lightness. My lover strokes my back and caresses my butt. “I have always wanted to tell you what a glorious ass you have.”

“Thank you.” The aroma of leather fills my nose, I breathe it in. My hands do a little squeezing, too. “So do you.” Against my tummy, I feel his cock jerk in his pants. I want you to want — me, too — pines the music. His mouth falls to my neck like a shooting star and my legs forget to move.

Our breathing sounds faster and he pushes the silk away from my shoulders. My skin pinks and he murmurs his appreciation. His beard scrapes over the tender skin, languorously working south of my neck. Red marks appear and start to swell a little.

His knowing fingers untie my obi without any difficulty and he lets it drop. The kimono is just a loose robe now, wide open to the longed-for attack. I hang onto the soft leather armor for dear life, bending backwards as he makes his way to the swell of my bosom.

His forearm makes a steel bar at the small of my back, and he leans to nuzzle the lace of my bra. The half-cups offer up what I have to give, barely covering my nipples. The pink aureoles are clearly visible and he homes to the target, his hand dipping in to rescue my left breast. “Ah!” is all I can gasp out, and then his tongue is on that delicate peak, electricity bolts through my system, and my knees turn to water. He has held me before, caught me when I fell, but never like this.

“My nipples are very sensitive,” I explain as he lowers me to the sofa.

“So I see.” His eyes glitter with lust and good spirits. His beautiful mouth descends to mine. I suck his tongue as if it were his cock, demanding, flicking the underside with the tip of my own. My hand finds his hardness and strokes the length. I caress his huevos, squeezing gently. He breaks the kiss. “Stephanie—” he pleads.

“Way ahead of you, brother.” We leave the saxophones in the living room and I lead him down the hall. My bedroom bayrampaşa escort bayan is plain, but illumined by candles. I tug his shirttails out of place. Now it is my turn to run my hands over his ribs: to feel, to explore, to appreciate. The buttons give.

How many times have I noticed his chest in the vee of his uniform; how many times have I felt those abs, sparring, training, making me what I am? Now I openly caress his belly, his breastbone, and lay my lips to that fine smooth shoulder. With the tip of my tongue I circle his nipple, press hard. To my satisfaction, he draws a sharp breath in response.

Against his body I speak softly, “You are wearing far too many clothes.” I keep nipping and kissing his torso while together we shuck his pants, the particular sound of the zipper like a clarion call in my ear. He peels off his shirt and I push him to sit on the bed.

My face is in his underwear while I untie his shoes, yank them off, and away with those damn socks, and toss the black jeans anywhere, out of the way. I keep my face in close contact with those low, tight briefs, humming with happiness, letting him feel the alto vibrations all over his shaft and balls. He strokes my hair, a gesture both selfish and thankful, encouraging the ministrations.

Suddenly I begin to laugh. “What!” he exclaims. “What’s so funny!” I look up in mischief. “College days,” I smirk. “There was a group of guys who called themselves the ‘Pink Helmets.’ This is what they were talking about.” I lick the crown in question, savor the tiny drop of fluid, and slip my fingers under the leg elastic. My palms are flat against his hips — those marvelous hips — and I slide my hands around further, skin upon skin, gripping those handsome cheeks, until he is sitting on my hands. A simple move up, a light tug down, and finally, he is naked in my bed.

He lies on his side, resting on one elbow, looking up at me as I get to my feet. I pause. In the candlelight I look him over frankly. “You’re gorgeous,” I tell him. “You’re so beautiful.” I coast my hand over his bodyscape, trail my fingers over his thick stylus and up, up to his mouth. He bites and tongues my digits. “You’re not so bad yourself. Come here, woman, keep me warm.”

Willingly I comply. I spread the kimono like a pair of silken wings over our bodies, and slide my arms free. Our hands get busy. He finds my bikini underwear and without fanfare, simply rips it off and throws it away. I shiver with delight. The full-length, full-body contact assaults my brain. We savor the complete nakedness, eyes reflecting simmering desire in the half-dark. I taste the sweat at the hollow of his throat. His callused hands pet my body.

He grips my hips and guides me to straddle him. We both groan at the sharp, intimate touch. My wetness is hot against his wood and he lifts my body, as if I weigh nothing. “Yes, move me,” I implore him. My voice is husky with passion. “Move me the way you want me to go.” I give him full play to my limbs and he spreads my legs wide so I am doing the splits, my toes poking out to the sides of the bed.

“Come here,” he orders again. I lean forward, finding our kiss again, and his thumbs rub over my nipples, not too gently. “MM!” I moan against his lips. He has quickly learnt my fine points. He keeps teasing the delicate nubs, driving me wild while he sucks my tongue, plunders my mouth.

I am going under, drowning in the flames. His hands go everywhere, stroking my thighs, my ass. He pulls my ankles up to his shoulders. Our abs press together. His prick is horizontal in my trench and with just a wriggle … just a twitch, he could slip right in. I start to move.

But he rolls us over, and keeping my legs on his shoulders, shimmies down my belly. I clench at what’s to come, shudder and buck as his kisses sparkle over my hips. My arousal is dripping down over my perineum, slicking the crack of my ass. He wastes no time in licking that vertical path and I wail a keening cry. I clutch at the bedclothes, my hips jerking under his strong hands. He holds me firm while he makes love to my labia with his tongue, suckling, penetrating my secret places, pursing his lips in a passionate kiss to my clit. He takes his time, nosing my muff, exploring every fold and valley, thrusting deep inside.

I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it. I am writhing in pure animal pleasure that builds to erotic torment. I find myself saying out loud, “I can’t stand it!” How did he get that latex on? I have no idea but urge him up, calling “Please!”

“Tell me what you want!” he growls.

“Bang my brains out!” I pull him to me, urgently. “Fuck me!” He does. His penetration explodes a sharp gasp from my lungs. Oh, goddess! A perfect fit! The ride is hot and hard. His balls slap my ass and the spanking drives me higher still. Our eyes meet and hold, lasers of pure lust connecting.

Then we look down to watch his cock pounding into me. Bang… bang… bang… bang. The sight sends me over the edge, I lose it completely. Somewhere a woman screams “YES! YES!” and release courses through me, thunderous and sweet. His own is a heartbeat later, his eyes shut tight, his guttural roar filling the air. My hips lift to meet him, my back arches like a bow. Again and again he spurts his liquid fire, jabbing at my insides, pounding his awesome strength into my being.

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“When young I was not as others,
I loved the mountains, hills and misted rivers.
But Oh I was dazzled by visions of power
And’ve only returned in this, my final hour.”

– Tao Yuan-ming, 365-427

Perfect stillness cloaks the garden. Snow lies white and deep.

Snow clings to the rocks on the little island in the pond, snow clings to the railing of the arching footbridge, snow clings to the curved roof of the pavilion. Ice glints and gleams where the black waterfall pours down the rocks. Ice gleams on the neatly cleared pond. Snow clings to the three rough limestone boulders, making them look all the more like distant mountains. Snow clings to the dark green bushes, hollies, boxwoods, rhododendrons, and azaleas. Clumps of it cling to the leaves of the bamboo that lines the pond, causing the stalks to bend. If there was the slightest shiver of air, that bamboo would shrug off its snowy melancholy and spring straight again.

Snow blankets the curved roof of the building that surrounds the garden, whose courtyard it is.

The garden reflects off the building’s large windows, every room of consequence must have a view of the garden, the best rooms must have a view of the pond, the island and the small pavilion.

Everywhere is the supersaturated white of cold sun on snow, the gleam of sun on ice, the reflection of sun on glass.

For color there’s the shadowy glimpses of fish beneath the ice, the dark greens of azalea and rhododendron and bamboo, peeking out through the snow, and the light red of the sash about the girl’s stomach, just below her breasts, tied with a bow behind her back. She kneels in the pavilion. Its glass walls are so clear she might be kneeling on a rice mat outside, frozen in the icy air.

Her skin is the palest white, paler even than the rice matting. Her hair is brown with glints of red, the same shade as the varnish of the wood that frames the wide windows. The little pavilion is almost all window, its windowsills are just inches above the floor. Her hands are on her knees, her breasts rise and fall as she breaths, her only motion.

Just before her is a low table of dark wood, its surface waxed and shining. Beneath its top is a shelf on which china cups are arrayed, white as the snow, painted with delicate floral patterns. On the table is a single delicate china tea pot and a decanter of some pale golden liquid.

The sun throws her shadow across the soft mat. The shadow of her head falls on the long cushions that border the sides of the space. The shadow of her legs where the shade touches her skin creates an edge, a fold, joining the shadow with the real. Her shadow seems so hot it would be sure to ignite the dry mat were it not doused by the icy brilliance of the sun.

The red sash is her only clothing.

Two men leave the house, sliding shut a glass door behind themselves. They are dressed more or less similarly in slacks and knit shirts. One is Chinese, the other western, both are gray haired and middle aged. They wear socks and slippers on their feet. They walk along the path. Their breath condenses in the cold air. The path leads them over the arched wooden bridge, onto the island, to the pavilion. As they step onto the bridge, the snow slips from one of the bamboo clumps by the path. Leaving grief behind, the stalks leap straight, showering the men with fine white powder. They pause at the apex of the bridge and brush themselves off, their brief laughter further breaks the stillness.

The Chinese man slides pavilion’s the glass door. Cold air wafts over the girl, she does not stir. The men step out of their slippers, leaving them on the cold flagstones outside and enter the pavilion. The glass door is slid shut.

Tom shivers involuntarily as he is enveloped by the warm air within. There’s a faint sigh and a clicking as hot water circulates under the floor. Tom glances at the girl and then away.

The two men sink onto the thin cushion that runs along the floor next to the windows. Tom’s knee touches the shadow of her hair. He shifts as might a boy, concealing the sting of a match.

“Tea or scotch?” his friend asks.

“Tea please, Gongren,” Tom answers

“Fine. Two teas.”

The men watch the girl. She picks up a blue enamel pot and stands. Tom is enthralled by the way the muscles in her calves tense, the tendons along her thighs stand out, the way her bottom shifts, the way her shoulders and arms all move as she rises. Folds that had creased her stomach as she knelt vanish into smooth porcelain.

She steps to the sliding door and opens it just enough to slip through. Cold air washes over them. She steps out, sliding the door shut behind her.

She goes to the waterfall and kneels on the glistening wet rock, the air from her breath rises in a fog about her face. She bends forward and holds the enamel pot under the waterfall. Water flows over her hands, its flow so smooth it looks like clear hard plastic.

When she returns her fingers are red with cold.

She kneels again and lifts a square panel from the kayaşehir escort bayan floor, revealing a gas burner. She sets the pot down on the burner and the gas lights with a quick electronic click click click. Blue flames circle the base of the pot and hiss. She presses her cold hands to her thighs and it’s as if her whole body shivers once and banishes the cold.

Tom arrived that morning at close to 3:30 local time. His memories are scattered: of climbing out of the limousine that’d brought him from the airport, of a low white building in a large expanse of snow, of snow falling heavily in the dark, of the building stretching a considerable distance on either side of him, vanishing in the dark and snow.

He has a memory of a front hall, of being greeted by a young Chinese girl in jeans and white blouse, of apologizing for the hour unsure how much English she understood, of giving up his coat, his shoes, being handed soft slippers, of being led through what seemed like endless corridors, finally arriving at a simple elegant room.

There is a low platform bed, its mattress very thin. There are rice mats on the floor and cushions along the window.

One whole wall of the bedroom is taken by the window’s glass. All he can see through it is a hint of white and black, mostly he can see his own reflection, tired and haggard, he looks a tired lost old man, someone he doesn’t recognize. Behind his reflection he sees that of the fresh young woman, his guide, and the reflection of the bed.

He feels a vague rise of interest, desire quickly suppressed.

The girl points to a phone which sits on a shelf behind the bed. She mimes speaking into the handset, “Sleep as long as you like,” she says in perfect English. “Call and someone will guide you to breakfast.” Then she’s gone.

Tom turns out the lamp and stretches on the bed. He is too tired to deal with his suitcase or clothes. The bed feels more comfortable than it looks. He closes his eyes. He lies for a time, but it’s useless. He’s too strung out with planes and airports and waiting and planes and cars and snow and wind and travel to relax.

He stands and goes to the window and looks out. He can see more of the garden now. The sky’s growing light. The storm has broken. There’s the piled line of its clouds towards the horizon. Overhead it’s brilliant blue.

The garden slopes gently down from the level of the house so he has quite a good view of its still shadowy expanse. The several winding paths, the low shapely dark evergreens, the little black pond surrounded by willows, the island, the arching bridge, the pile of black rocks with water cascading down, the graceful pavilion with its thin columns supporting a dark sharply curved roof.

As he watches, a woman’s form stands in the pavilion. In the dim half light she is dark, shrunk to child’s cut-out size by the 20 or so yards of distance and hard to make out against the black of the water beyond. It is strange how little detail is needed to identify sex.

He sees her stretch. He sees her step to the side of the pavilion and slide a panel. It is then he realizes that the structure is glass encased. He watches as she steps onto the snow covered walk. She jumps up and down as she slides the glass door shut then runs to the bridge. He sees her slip and fall to her knees, the wood being slick under the snow. He sees her trot along the path, at her closest approach to him she is perhaps 20 feet distant. From the silhouette of her breasts and the line of her running form against the snow he realizes she is naked, snow rises from where her feet strike the ground. The snow is as deep as her calves in places. She passes to the side, beyond where he can see and is gone.

The garden is still again. Light seems to flow in imperceptibly. Now he can see several benches, the details of the shapes of bushes, some evergreen, some deciduous with dense barren branches. He can see the reflection of the garden on the windows of the other side of the building, a considerable distance away. There’s the illusion of great space. His eyes grow heavy and he thinks of lying down.

There’s a gap in the building to his left with a wrought iron structure across it. The black metal is cast to look like leaves and branches. In its center is an empty circular opening, considerable in diameter, its rim maybe waist high at its lowest point. He looks at it dumbly for a moment, trying to guess its purpose.

Three men appear in the garden from the left, from where the girl disappeared. They are dressed in bulky padded coats with thick gloves and hats. They bounce a bit and he can see their breath clouding about their faces. They carry snow shovels (screaming gasoline snow blowers would be so unthinkable!) and begin to clear the paths, filling large plastic garbage cans which when full, they wheel out of sight.

It seems an hour before the girl reappears. The sun is now hard on the roof of the house. She walks quickly. Her skin is paler than the snow. He merkezefendi escort bayan has just a fleeting glimpse of her lovely flushed face. He watches the sway of her bottom, the rocking of her shoulders. Her arms hug her breasts.

At this point the workers have finished with the walks and are carefully brushing the snow from the ice on the pond with long-handled garden brooms. They’re careful to only stand on the cleared paths, never to mar the pristine snow elsewhere. Already he can see the reflection of the pavilion in the ice’s smooth surface. The workers pause to watch her pass over the bridge.

Another girl walks the path in front of his room. She is Chinese, not more than 12. She wears a heavy down coat and stocking cap. She carries a tray on which there’s a bowl of what looks like rice, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. He watches as she crosses the bridge and approaches the pavilion. The woman opens the glass door for her and takes the tray and sets it on the low table. The oriental girl sheds her coat and from a pocket takes something. As he watches, the oriental girl sits cross legged and bends, he guesses she is reading. The woman sits herself and takes the bowl. The sun now shines on her, they are perfect miniatures. From where he stands they look like two dolls.

Now and then, the young woman stops eating and says something to the girl. The girl then looks up from the book for a moment, leaning forward. After a time, once the woman is finished with her breakfast, the girl sets the book to one side and the two talk. He sees them laugh hard about something.

Once the girl has left and passed back in front of him, carrying the tray with its empty bowl and glasses, the garden sinks into stillness. The three workers have vanished without his noticing. He watches the woman for a bit, sometimes she kneels, sometimes she shifts and sits crosslegged, sometimes she stands and floats about the interior of the pavilion. It’s pleasant when she faces him, he wishes that his eyes’d come with a zoom feature.

The garden is now fully sunlit. The evergreens glisten with their snow. As he watches a load of snow shifts off the pavilion roof and hits the path. His eyes are heavy. He sinks down onto the cushions.

He jerks awake, finding himself slumped awkwardly. He sits straight and is rewarded with the sight of the young woman just vanishing to his left. This time she’s only gone a scant couple minutes. He has an excellent daylight view of her breasts crushed by her arms against the cold. Her hair moves in carefully crafted strands about her ears and cheeks, its red-brown rich in the sun. Cold mist rises from her mouth. She steps on the balls of her feet like she’s wearing invisible high heels, undoubtedly thanks to the iron cold of the gravel. Again he admires the way her form moves as she crosses the bridge.

When she again settles in the pavilion, he sighs. From his briefcase he takes a photo of a girl in a pale prom dress standing in front of the Grecian columns of a country-club. “Shit,” he says. Then after a pause, “shit” again.

He’s snapped to the present by the girl pouring the now steaming water into the china teapot. He has a vague memory of watching her spoon tea into an infuser while his wits were scattered. He watches as her lips move and he’s amused to see her mouth “one one thousand, two one thousand, …” He loses track at around 40. As he watches her he feels a combination of desire and desperate sadness.

She removes the infuser, sets it in a bowl. She pours the tea into the two china cups.

She stands, then bends, picking up one of the cups and carries it to them and hands it to him. Her nipples are not more than a foot from his face. Her eyes catch his and he can see amusement in them. She bows, then brings his friend his cup.

Rather than kneel again, she steps to the far window and looks at the pond.

He sips his tea cautiously. He’s not that fond of tea, especially without a ton of sugar. This tea has a delicate almost smoky flavor. He sips again. He can tell that it’s expensive and fine, but still doesn’t like it much. He glances from the girl’s narrow waist to the decanter on the table, pale yellow on black.

“And two shots of scotch,” says Gongren, breaking the silence.

The girl turns back to them, drops to her knees, pours the amber liquor into two more china cups and delivers it. All in a series of moves that leave his heart on fire.

She again turns her back to them. A chickadee, black and white, flickers through a bush, through her reflection in the window.

“I see you’ve kept up your interest in gardening,” Tom says.

His old friend laughs, “I have actually. I spend as much time here as I can.”

Tom nods and grins, “You’re lucky.”

“And you, do you still play in your band?”

Tom sighs and sips his whiskey. He can feel it in his stomach and head. “Not so much. Four years out of business school I was an energy trader. I fell asleep at sultangazi escort bayan my desk, my head on my keyboard, snoring not so gently, my band’d played till two in a roadhouse. A joker got it on video. Even though I was doing far and away more business than anyone else, that’s what I was always known for at that place. I almost lost my job. I gave music up cold turkey. I’ve only touched a guitar maybe twice in the last 15 years.”

“That sucks,” his friend says, “You were very good.”

They’re quiet again, Tom’s eyes slide down the girl’s back, admiring the red of sash. Its bow’s tied just at the small of her back, one of its ends brushes a curving cheek.

“How long’s it been since we last saw each other?” his friend asks.

“20 years at least.”

“I’m sorry to hear of your troubles.”

“They’re happy enough with the profits. Perhaps it’ll blow over.”

“And the grand jury next month?”

Tom shrugged. “I’ll lie. When the shit comes out, they’ll have someone to take the blame. The company’s ass will be saved.”

“Will this affect our negotiations?”

“Shouldn’t think so. This is about building a plastics plant, not fake reconstruction in Iraq.”

“Would you like her to come to your room tonight?”

Tom looks at his friend.

His friend goes on, “We have a busy day ahead of us. There is an afternoon of meetings with agreements to be reached. A large dinner with local and provincial party officials and with our developers. There will be entertainment. None of it agreeable. A little relaxation afterwards will get you ready for tomorrow and more of the same.”

Tom is quiet a moment, wondering what to say, he settles for “No thanks.”

“Where is the Tom of old? No? Well, we should get to business.”

“Please,” Tom sighs, “I’m happy to discuss it. But Gongren, so you’ll know, I won’t commit to anything today. I am very very tired.”

“Well, that’s wise, I will make it clear to the others. They are very eager though. I’ll also see if we can manage to fit in time for a nap before evening.”

They discuss business and watch the girl as she moves lazily about, once coming over and refilling their glasses. Often Tom cannot follow the conversation and finds himself trying to fathom what she finds of interest out in the snow.

After some time his friend looks at his watch, “Our first meeting is now but half an hour away. We’d best be getting in.”

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Later than he likes that night he sags into his room. He is about to just collapse into bed when he has a vague sense of how smoky he is. His hair, his skin, his clothes, all are permeated with cigar and cigarette smoke. He manages to take a shower and then does collapse. The bed’s much lower than he’s used to, mere inches above the floor. The sheets and covers are rich and warm.

His mind, he finds, is still stupidly awhirl with food and wine and agonizing conversations through interpreters and appalling music and phone calls to the office in Houston. He thinks of the girl and how he’d seen her, miniaturized by the distance, the sun pouring over her, sitting in the pavilion with the black and white and dark green garden about her.

He’s just losing the details of the image when there is the faint sound of a sliding door. He feels a puff of cold cleansing air and when he opens his eyes he sees the young woman leaning down over him.

There is light enough from what must be moonlight on the white snow to see her form. The palest of whites in a room of black and gray.

She pulls the bed clothes back and kneels over him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but she lays a cool finger on his lips. “Don’t touch me,” she murmurs, “I’m quite cold.”

He feels her fingers shifting through his pajama bottoms. They are indeed icy on his cock. It starts with gathering excitement and shock. With a chuckle, she uses the silk of the sheets to insulate her fingers and moves him so he is straight up. Pointing to the darkest part of her dark form.

Her sex when she lowers it against him is cool and supple and dry. She adjusts his placement slightly, then lowers herself just an inch, her entrance is just slightly reluctant to let him pass. The contrast is nearly too much for him. He closes his eyes. The head of his cock is now so warm and she is so tight and the rest of his length is so dry and cool and exposed. That head, buried such a little way in her heat is their only point of contact. She has moved her hands. He opens his eyes and looks up. In the dimness he can see the outline of her arms, lifted above her head, balancing her as she shifts her hips in a tight circle.

She is humming some tune he can’t quite make out, humming so quietly that later he isn’t sure if he didn’t imagine it. Her hips move back and forth in time, careful to maintain their connection. Her breasts sway in a counterbalancing rhythm.

She lowers herself down on him, seeming to use the muscles surrounding her passage to slow her fall, like a fireman descending his pole, though it’s more as if it’s fire itself that’s rushing to douse his inferno. He feels her hips push down against his, she feels so amazing. He tries to control himself, he thinks of the snowy garden, the pond with the ice everywhere save where the waterfall cascades into it, of her walking along the path, her breath fogging about her, of her sticking her hands into the icy cascade to fill the jug.

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John was sent to a northern post in a busy city, bustling with industry and people. His company was the home office for the business and he was immediately sucked into huge deals and mergers. He landed on his feet, making some incredibly lucrative transactions in his first months.

The pace was frenetic. He was assigned to a team already in tune with each other, already in sync. He had to jump in and try to assimilate their rhythm and pace. It was difficult to do, but exciting at the same time. The team consisted of five other lawyers, all roughly his age, all with prestigious degrees and families. The men, Jared, Patrick, Oliver, and Noah, were nearly carbon copies of himself. Handsome, assured, intelligent and pleasant. The lone woman, Judith, was cool and aloof. She gave exactly what was needed from her and did not feel she should be social in any way. Even her name sent shivers down his spine. He could not look at her face without feeling immature and unworthy.

As the days passed, John found matching points with the other team members. Most of them were avid squash players, several liked theater, three of them were golf pros. They began spending off hours together, handsome, desirable men, the eligible cream of the company. They were quite a sight, these men. Everywhere they went, they created a stir. Women made up reasons to approach them, to talk with them. John was used to being with Will, his pal, and being nearly invisible. Now, he was the center of attention, and he found it enjoyable. The five of them spent much of their weekends and evenings together. It became a game to see how many women handed them phone numbers or offered them a free drink. Many evenings included offers for a night together. While John didn’t usually accept the offers, he was flattered all the same. Sometimes, as he watched his pals meet and go home with gorgeous women, he wondered why he was so reluctant.

The women were lovely, charming and intelligent. They offered a good time without any strings, but somehow, it just didn’t appeal to John. So he would return to his apartment alone each night. Often he would find Will online and they would chat, continuing the discussions that kept them awake all night at University. But then, Will met Amanda, and was not as fatih escort bayan available as much. Instead, he wrote long letters describing Amanda and her many wondrous assets. He was so in love, and John was his confidante. John was the first to know that Will was staying with Amanda, nursing her back to health. John was also the first to know that they had finally realized their love for each other. He was happy for his friend, but a little envious too. That was what kept him from accepting the offers of the women. He didn’t want a one nighter, or even a few fun hours in bed. He wanted someone like Amanda, someone to love and who would love him. He mentioned this to the other guys, but they seemed happy being on the receiving end of exciting nights.

Everything remained the same, yet everything changed. It wasn’t as much fun to go out with the guys and be admired and wanted. John kept thinking there was a woman out there who would complete him, fulfill him, make him happy and content. So he partied, but without as much enthusiasm. He kept more to himself, trying to avoid the hungry eyes of the women on patrol.

He began spending more time at work. He could be found in his office late in the evenings. The alternative was his lonely apartment or the clubs, and neither appealed to him. Judith was often at the office in the evenings too. She moved about efficiently, doing her work with little interaction, keeping her distance. John tried to be polite and social, but she was disinterested. It was silly, really, that two people with so much in common couldn’t have a decent conversation, but Judith just seemed too detached to approach.

John wrote out his frustrations to Will, which was the same as sending a paper airplane off a tall building. Will was so totally in love with Amanda that everything seemed to be permanently rose-colored. He would receive John’s E-mails and reply with stories about Amanda. John was frustrated, but he wanted to be that happy, that content.

One night, he sat in his office, working on a merger, and feeling lonely. Truly lonely. He wondered if his heart would ever be full, his soul safely in the possession of a loving woman. As he stared at the brightly-lit skyline, aksaray escort bayan he heard sobs. Faint at first, they grew louder, harsher. He sat very still, wondering who was in the office this late and what he should do. It would be impolite to interrupt someone, but then, maybe he could help. He stood up and walked from his office, following the sad sound. He approached Judith’s office slowly, noting the door was not quite shut. Now he was really hesitant. Judith had made it very plain that she was not interested in the normal office chitchat and interaction. Her icy reserve had been directed at him more than a few times. He felt sure she wouldn’t want to spend time with anyone when she was so upset. But he couldn’t just ignore her grief. He walked up to the door and rapped lightly. He heard the crying stop, he heard her hold her breath.

“Judith, it is John. May I come in, please? Maybe I can help. I am a nice guy and I have broad shoulders. I am also a great listener. Please, may I come in?”

To his surprise, the door opened and Judith stood before him. She was tall and slender with uniquely red hair that she usually wore up in a very professional bun. Her eyes were generally hidden by large, dark-rimmed glasses. Now, with her glasses off, John was immediately mesmerized by her pale green eyes, sparkling with tears. Most women looked a mess when they cried, but Judith was not most women. She looked lovely. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes luminous. Her hair had come partially undone, with long, curling tendrils framing her face. She wore no makeup now, and freckles were lightly sprinkled over her nose and cheeks. A faint spicy scent reached his nostrils as he moved closer. She looked very accessible and sweet.

She was still sniffling. “Thank you, John, for the offer. I am all right. I have just received some unsettling news and I reacted badly. I am fine now.”

Even as she said this, Judith started to sob again, her whole body crumpling toward the floor. John moved forward and caught her arms, pulling her against him. Suddenly, she didn’t seem cold and forbidding. Tonight she seemed extremely soft and fragile. He guided her to the large leather sofa against the far wall of the eyüp escort bayan office, lowering her to the cushions. She held tightly to his hand, seeming unwilling to break the link with another person. He sat beside her, holding her hand and waiting.

For the first time, he noticed the large diamond on her finger. She seemed to see it at the same time. She held her hand out and just stared at her left hand. Her laugh was harsh and quick. “Simon” was all she said. John waited, taking slow deep breaths, preparing himself to be the listener he promised to be.

She continued staring at her hand, finally releasing John long enough to twirl the ring on her finger. She slowly removed it and held it clasped in her palm. Her breathing was hiccupy and uneven. Suddenly, she raised her arm and threw the ring across the room, where it bounced off the huge window overlooking the city and landing somewhere in the thick carpet. Her sobs started anew. John reached for her, pulling her soft body into his arms, patting her back and whispering comforting soft sounds into her ear. He caught a few words, “Simon, waiting, back, woman, gone, over….” between the fresh onslaught of tears. He sat there, holding this woman, gentling her, comforting her, wishing he could make everything better.

Her tears slowed. She allowed him to hold her, warm her. She listened when he spoke, her eyes locked with his. Judith molded her body to his, feeling secure in his arms. Her breathing became more normal, with tiny sobs still shaking her occasionally. She relaxed against him, her arms around his chest, still murmuring, still shaken. Then, when he thought she couldn’t possibly have more tears in her body, Judith fell asleep. A deep, restorative sleep. She curled into John and found the comfort she needed. He held her as she slept, not daring to move or even shift on the sofa. Sometime during the vigil, John also fell asleep, but lightly, ready to do whatever Judith needed from him.

When he woke, John was lying full length on the leather sofa, a soft afghan thrown over him. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee filled his nostrils. He turned his head and saw Judith, sitting at her desk. It was as if last night had never happened. She was crisp and fresh, her clothes starched, her hair perfectly in place. The black-framed glasses shielded her eyes. She was busily typing on her computer, her back straight and stiff. When John moved to get up, she turned. “Good morning, John. I thought you might sleep the day away. Obviously, you are not used to long work sessions. You crashed long before we finished….”

To Be Continued…

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