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Gilly goes to the dance

This story is pure fiction — all participants of anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age. Gilly’s Mother banned her from associating with ‘boys’ until she was eighteen. For her eighteenth birthday her Mother gave her a sex manual, a dildo and a clit tickler together with a great deal of useful advice.

I now looked forward to Friday with a mixture of excitement and some trepidation. Mum had spent a lot of money on clothes for me. What did concern me was not what might happen but what might NOT happen. I’d hate to come home only to report that I’d danced with John all night.

John was Jen’s little Brother. Jen was my best friend. John is two years younger than Jen and I. He loved to dance as much as I did and attended the same dance school that I had. My attendance being from the age of five and was curtailed when boys being close and holding me closer caused me to think of much more exciting things than the rhythm of the music and what me feet were doing.

But with John there I could at least dance properly, if nothing else.

Friday 7pm — I was wearing my red undies with matching skirt, top and shoes. I kissed Mum goodbye and walked down the driveway to the road feeling pretty, sexy and ready for anything and everything. My Mum’s ‘Enjoy yourself! Have a wonderful time. Be home by 11!’ rang in my ears.

‘Be home by 11?’ The dance finished at 10pm and I lived only ten minutes easy walk from school. I remembered what she’d said when I was trying on my new undies; ‘If a man is being allowed to see a ladies undies they might as well be worth seeing’. She’d essentially dressed me sexily and sent me off to the dance with the full understanding, if not hope, that I’d get ‘laid’ as she’d described in one of our long discussion sessions.

There was a bounce in my step as I walked towards Jen and her brother waiting on the corner of her road and mine.

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I was enjoying myself. Dancing with my friends in a bit of a group and when proper dance music started John appeared and I waltzed, quick-stepped or foxtrotted around the gym gaily. It was about 8 o’clock, I was dancing with my friends when the music changed to ballroom. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Thinking it was John I turned eagerly into his arms. It wasn’t John but one of the Upper 6th boys that constantly caused me troubled nights. He whisked me away in the most fancy quickstep you can imagine before I had any time to react. I had to quickly brush off my dancing cobwebs to keep up with him. I didn’t know his name but he knew mine and introduced himself as he dazzled me with his footwork. Roger, like me, loved to dance. We had two fantastic dances one after the other and I was still in his arms waiting for the next when his friend, another cause of many enjoyable thoughts, tapped his shoulder and asked politely if he could ‘cut in’. Roger didn’t hesitate, he handed me to his friend with a cheerful;

“She’s a fabulous mover! Don’t let her escape! I want more of her tonight.”

My heart fluttered at the words.

Paul danced me off my feet! Absolutely fantastic. Two dances and the mood changed to Jive. I danced with both of them as they swung me about between themselves effortlessly. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop either. The music changed, Viennese Waltz, away I went in Roger’s arms only to be followed by a complete change to Cha Cha Cha where I had one on each side of me. Tricky but fun. Paul, Roger, Roger, Paul. They swapped and changed, my head spun and I was on cloud nine.

The music changed again. A slow one where everybody just sort of shuffled about a bit. I was in Roger’s arms looking up into his handsome, smiling face. I rested my head on his shoulder he rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt his hand on the small of my back, on my bare flesh. It felt good. I smiled up at him. His hand moved upwards. In the blink of an eye my bra was undone. I made no complaint, just smiled contentedly and snuggled into his shoulder.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” I whispered back half heartedly.

“Yes you can,” he chuckled and slid one strap down into the baggy sleeve of my shirt, “now pull your hand up,”

I did and we repeated the trick with the other strap.

“Now pull it out the front, scrunch it up and put it in my pocket.”

I did and we smooched for a few more minutes with my firm, unfettered Girls rubbing against his strong, manly chest. My nipples became painfully hard and there is no way he couldn’t notice. With the slow movement of the dance his cock was grinding against my thigh, high up. I wriggled surreptitiously trying to reposition it without him noticing. He smiled down at me and leaned into my ear.

“Now take off your panties!”

I should have said ‘no’ there and then, I didn’t.

“I can’t,” I replied before utterly spoiling my ‘little miss goody two shoes’ reputation, by adding, “not here.”

He steered us expertly over into the corner of the dance floor.

“Get your bag,” he instructed.

My casino oyna panties would have been drenched if it wasn’t for the folded tissues inside them. He led me down the stairs to the ground floor where the toilets and showers were. He walked me passed them all to the end of the corridor where the caretakers store was. Roger stopped me, lifted my skirt high to my waist. I held it for him making absolutely no attempt to prevent him sliding my sexy red panties down my legs and off. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply before scrunching them up and putting them in his pocket with my matching bra.

“You won’t need this for now,” he said sliding his hand back up my inner thigh and removing the little wet pad that had stuck to my cunny lips.

Again he raised it to his nose and inhaled my private scent.

“Your wet cunny smells delicious,” he whispered as he pressed his tongue into the tissue pad, “and you taste divine.”

I smiled contentedly and continued to hold my skirt high as he pulled my soft, pliant body onto his hardness. His cock pushed hard into my upper thigh and for the second time in very few minutes I adjusted my position until I could feel his hardness against my soft wetness. With my skirt trapped between us I placed my hands on his hips and pulled myself as tightly as possible onto his throbbing, trouser covered cock.

His fingers found my cunny. I eased my legs further apart and his digit slipped gently between the folds of my engorged labia. I managed to stifle my cry of pleasure and emitted a soft grunt. My body trembled uncontrollably. I started to pant. His finger crept slightly downwards, he found my hole, circled it carefully as he watched my face. He pushed inside me. I smiled happily and closed my eyes. My legs turned to jelly. I grabbed for his neck and support. He pressed deeper while I buried my face in his shoulder trying valiantly to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. Placing his hand on the back of my head he pressed me even harder into him. Despite our joint efforts the sounds of my climax reverberated along the narrow corridor.

We moved a little so that my skirt could drop back into place should anyone be mean enough to come and investigate. Roger held me tight until my equilibrium returned.

“I think we should find somewhere a little more private,” he suggested as he took my hand and led me back along the corridor.

We turned left at the foot of the stairs and out into the open. Crossing the quad we passed through the covered walkway of the science block, turned left towards the craft classrooms, around the end and across another patch of grass to the Upper 6th Form block. Another covered walkway led to the inner quad. Steering me to the right and passed a large shrub growing against the plain brick wall he led me to a picnic bench and table.

“This should do, I think,” he said pulling me into his arms.

We kissed, for the very first time. My arms encircled his neck as I pulled myself onto his lips. We wrestled with our tongues. He smothered me with kisses and I returned each one with equal vigour. We broke apart. He leaned back against the wall and worked my shirt up under my armpits fully exposing my Girls for his attention. I moved my arms from around his neck and raised them compliantly above my head. My shirt quickly joined my bag on the table.

It was still broad daylight and the look on Roger’s face as he ogled, yes ogled is the perfect word, my full breasts was delightfully satisfying. Nobody, except my Mum and I, had seen my Girls totally exposed. His hands hovered, inches away from my tender flesh. They seemed locked in place as if they were unsure quite what he could do.

“Roger,” I said softly, “they’re the same ones you were playing with outside the caretakers storeroom.

I reached up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt while he decided how he wanted to enjoy my boobs. It felt very strange to be honest. He’d seemed so confident but now he seemed a little lost. I finished undoing his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders before placing it on the table, on top of mine. Pulling his naked chest to mine I rubbed my Girls over his manly body and squeezed him tight. His arms went around my waist as he returned my hug.

“They’re… err you’re beautiful,” he said pressing me tight against him.

“Is that all three of us then?” I teased.

His hands moved down to the waist band of my skirt. He was quick and smooth. I stepped back a little and my skirt slid down my legs and pooled at my feet. I was naked! Totally naked and I cared not a jot. His hands went to my bottom as he pressed me against his hardness once more.

We kissed, he stroked gently across my breasts with his tongue then he sank slowly to his knees leaving a little wet trail down my belly, my mons and stopped at the very edge of my cunny. He looked up. I smiled down and his head dipped as he lapped at my cunny with a soft, gentle tongue. Resting my hands on his head I parted my legs as wide as I could and pushed my hips forward.

He slot oyna licked me lovingly, pressing his tongue into my hole then wiping upwards to my clitty. Jolts of electricity flew along my nerves. My body started to tremble again. I reached for my bag and frantically fumbled around looking for a pad to bite down on as my climax built. He sucked on my clitty just as I found an unopened packet of paper hankies. Shoving the whole thing in my mouth I clamped my teeth down hard. The racket I didn’t make was released as pure energy and my whole body shook and shuddered. I held onto Roger’s head like it was my lifebelt. When I’d calmed he stood and held me tightly in his arms.

“You taste as good as you smell and feel, delicious, intoxicating and exciting,” he told me lovingly.

“I want to know what you taste like, feel like and smell like,” I said as I crouched down.

No belt, just two buttons and a zip. I had little problem. I was tempted to pull everything down and out of the way as quickly as possible but resisted. First his trousers then his underpants both in double quick time. His cock, the first I’d ever seen, stood before me erect, hard and vertical, the bulging head extended outside the foreskin. It glistened on the top. I wiped across it with my finger, stretched the stringy substance to my mouth and licked. Very slippery but not much taste. I eased the knob head towards me and opened my mouth. It slipped in easily and I stroked his length as I took more of his shaft into my mouth. I heard him grunt with satisfaction, as I had done when his tongue first touched my clitty. I continued to take as much cock as I could into my mouth, teasing the entrance to my throat.

His hands went to my head and encouraged more and faster and deeper. I didn’t struggle but enjoyed as I was obviously pleasing him as much as he had pleased me.

His cock throbbed. His hips started to push forward driving his cock into my throat. He was getting close to ejaculation. The thought of his sperm pumping into my mouth excited me. My night-time thoughts filled my head. I didn’t hesitate, as soon as he made it very clear that his semen were on the way to my belly I stroked his cock vigorously while forcing as much cock as I could as deep as possible into my mouth. His throbbing cock filled my mouth. His body trembled then shuddered before he pushed his cock forward urgently.

The pleasures I had imagined were duplicated in reality as his sperm poured into my mouth as if from a fire hose. I swallowed as fast as I could, keeping my lips as tight as possible around his cock. None escaped but it took a few goes to swallow it all. I looked up into his happy face smiling down at me.

“Wow! That was the best, ever!” he exclaimed ecstatically.

Helping me to my feet he pulled me close again and smothered me with kisses. We stayed like that, naked in each others arms, for quite a few minutes before his hands started to explore my naked body once more. I didn’t resist in the least but reached down for my own pleasure, his cock. While he stroked my pussy and made it throb for more I carefully brought his cock back to it’s magnificent erection.

With my pussy dripping with lust and his cock throbbing with a need to fill it I guided him towards our ultimate goal. I had to force his cock head down to run the hard shaft along my slit. He lifted me onto the table as I swept the clothes onto the ground with my arm. I laid back and parted my legs wide. The moment I had dreamed about was rapidly approaching. His searching cock-head found my waiting cunny. He paused briefly to look into my eyes. I nodded quickly, he pushed forward. I smiled encouragement. Carefully he pressed his cock deep into my cunny until I felt his balls against my bottom.

I was no longer a virgin!

Roger passed me the chewed packet of Kleenex.

“I’m hoping you’ll need these before we’ve finished,” he laughed, “should I pull out before I spunk?” he asked seriously.

“Not if you want to be alive in the morning!” I warned.

We fucked. No subtlety, little skill, just buckets and buckets of enthusiasm. I’ve no idea how many times I came. It wasn’t difficult, my head was compensating for all the lack of experience we had. My biggest orgasm was when I felt Roger unload into my willing receptacle. I shook so much I was in danger of falling off the table.

We’d finished. Roger lay on top of me with his forearms taking his weight. I was panting frantically and turned my head to get more air. Paul was standing less than six feet away, stroking his cock. I smiled a contented smile at him. He grinned back and eased forward a little. I beckoned him closer until he was standing close enough to touch. I reached out and stroked his cock. The movement stirred Roger. He lifted himself up and saw a naked Paul standing close with my hand around his cock.

“Hi,” said Roger conversationally, “what kept you?”

It didn’t alarm me in the least. It should have, I know, but Paul was the second of my nightly knights. If they wanted canlı casino siteleri to share me, if only for a while, I wasn’t going to kick up a fuss.

“Bin here quite a while but I didn’t want to interrupt and spoil it for you,” he said simply, “any chance?” he asked hopefully.

Any chance of what I didn’t bother to ask, just in case it wasn’t a fuck he was hoping for. I knew I’d probably hate myself in the morning but tonight I was loving it. Roger looked at me with an equally hopeful smile. I smiled in return and nodded quite energetically. Pulling Paul towards me by his cock I leaned forward and encouraged him to slip it into my mouth for a few minutes while I recovered from Roger’s sound seeing to.

Paul was quickly rampant and I kept him happy with my mouth and hand until Roger had softened and slipped out.

“Swap places,” I said quickly.

They swapped and Paul’s cock was slipping home inside my cunny even as I was lifting Roger’s to my lips. I noticed the difference immediately. Paul, when as far inside me as he could go, didn’t get quite so deep as Roger but he did stretch me wider. He filled my, used to be, virgin cunny completely. I was returning to the boil rapidly and eased Roger’s cock out of my mouth for his own safety. He passed me the Kleenex packet. I folded it tight and slipped it between my teeth.

Paul looked startled until Roger said;

“She’s a very noisy fuck,”

Paul looked at me in shock while I nodded energetically.

Paul didn’t ask if he could ejaculate in my cunny. He told me he was cumin’, I thrust up to encourage him and quickly felt his spunk joining Roger’s. I didn’t feel dirty. I did feel fucking good. I told Paul to stay inside me as long as he could and took Roger’s cock back into my mouth. When Roger was again ready I told them to swap. Roger fucked me and I prepared Paul’s cock until Roger’s slipped out. They swapped again.

To balance things up I sucked and stroked Paul to climax and he added his sperm to Roger’s in my belly. They cleaned me up for the most part with their fingers, slipping them into my swollen, sore cunny and feeding their spunk and pussy juice cocktail to my mouth. They spent a long time, taking it in turns, to kiss me better.

It was nine thirty. I’d been having great sex with two of my dream men for well over an hour but the dance ended in thirty minutes and I couldn’t go home in the state I was in. We dressed hurriedly. I put my bra and panties into my bag and Paul scouted ahead while Roger guided me back to the gym by a different route. With the coast clear I scooted into the girls showers and did my best to make myself respectable. Hair only slightly disheveled, face a healthy, I’ve been energetically dancing all night, glow. Bra, panties in position and a rolled up tissue in my sore pussy to soak up anything my boys had missed. Not too bad considering. Popping one of the Sharp’s Extra Strong mints, that Paul had offered, in my mouth I opened the door a crack. Paul signalled all was clear and led me back to the dance for the last waltz while Roger looked on happily.

They walked me home the long way. We stopped for Roger to remove my ‘tampon’ by a rubbish bin and again in a little alleyway to say goodnight, very improperly up against somebody’s back garden fence.

As we walked up the driveway I saw the lights were on in the lounge and at 10:45pm, fifteen minutes early, I pressed the doorbell so that Mum could meet Roger and Paul, my guardians of the evening.

“Evening Mrs. Gee, home safe, sound and early,” they chirped cheekily, “so, being good boys may we call on Gilly in the morning?” they asked without hesitation.

Thankfully Mum laughed happily.

“Certainly, if Gilly would like?” she looked at me waiting for a response.

“Yes please Mum.”

“What time were you thinking, boys?”

“About 10?” Roger offered.

Mum mulled it over for a second or two.

“Gilly’s looking high on excitement. She probably won’t get to sleep for quite a while. Make it 11.” she suggested.

“10:30? split the difference.” suggested Paul saucily.

“11:00 it is,” Mum repeated, “I really think she needs a good nights sleep. Wouldn’t want her falling asleep on you, would you? Now say goodnight Gilly and don’t be long,” she said stepping back into the hallway and closing the door to, “or you’ll be too tired to be any good to anybody in the morning,” she laughed.

I hugged them one at a time, kissed them, one at a time and fondled both cocks at the same time while they brushed their fingers under the hem of my skirt. I was very quickly very wet again.

“Sleep well Gilly. Thank you for a wonderful evening!” they called quietly as they walked back down the driveway.

“And thank you for looking after me boys, sleep well, see you tomorrow.”

I waved until they were out of sight then closed the door. Time to face the music. Two handsome young men bringing me home and kissing them both goodnight? What must Mum think?

“Looks like they danced you off your feet, Darling,” said my Mother happily, “I suggest you run a warm bath, loads of bubbles and lay back and relax. I’ll bring you up a mug of hot chocolate and with luck you’ll be back down to earth and ready for sleep soon after midnight,” she chuckled.

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Author’s Note:

Hello dear reader…

In order to make this story work, I decided to set it a little way off in the future, when we are no longer confined by Covid 19 rules and restrictions and it is safe to sit in a pub/restaurant/bar without masks or be governed by social distancing.

Ok, let’s get on with it

——–o0o——–

I had never really thought about shaving my pubic hair. At least, not at my age. I’m 80 now, but I started when I was 55. I suppose you could say I was a little late to the party, but better late than never. I just didn’t how much it could change my life.

My name is Pamela and like I said I am 80 now and divorced. Still, it’s best not to dwell on such things.

A quick description of myself: I am brunette, still…actually if I am honest, it’s more grey with darker highlights. I keep it a short bob nowadays, but in the time that this story is set, I had shoulder length, lush, chestnut brown hair, which I kept in either a pony-tail or wore it long.

My hair was one of the things that my husband found attractive about me. That and my boobs. Judging by some of the man-made creations I see on TV these days, I am thankful that my D cups are still mine. They might sag a little but they’re all mine.

Back in my day, I also had a fine pair of pins and a bum that could stop traffic. That don’t mean that it’s huge, but it was a perfect peach. That was another thing that Leonard liked about me.

It’s funny though how life deals you certain cards and demands you play with them. Until I became menopausal, Lenny couldn’t keep his hands off me. We had a healthy and very satisfying sex life, which was helped by the fact that my husband was extremely well endowed. With seven inches of solid man meat, when he was erect and a pair of balls that could make a bull jealous, I never had any need to complain. Lenny’s cock filled me up and stretched my pussy just the way I liked it.

Then I started to gain a little weight, when I became menopausal, around the age of 55 and suddenly he stopped touching me and began finding reasons to stay late at work. I was convinced he was having an affair and I even considered hiring a private investigator, but instead I just flat out demanded to know why he’d stopping fucking me. As pathetic as it sounds, the truth was that my weight gain had put him off. I was livid and told him that he would be sleeping in the spare room until he came to his senses.

As hurt as I felt, I had to admit that Leonard had struck a nerve. After showering one morning, I stood in front of the mirror took a good, hard look at my naked self.

My tits hadn’t changed or sagged much and as I tweaked nipples, to make them hard, they stood proud of my breasts like blackberries on the bramble.

Sure, I noticed a slight forming of a spare tire around my midriff and resolved that if I had any hope of getting my sex life back, then that would have to go.

So I signed up to a Zumba class with my friend Vera. I bought all the right gear; leotard that dared to split my bum in two, yoga pants that gave me camel toe and a head band. The first lesson almost killed me. I had never been that active before in my life. But I wasn’t going to quit. There was too much at stake.

After a few weeks, I started to see a change in my body shape, but I knew that I had a way to go before Leonard might see me as attractive again.

In the changing rooms, after a particularly heavy Zumba session, Vera and I began a conversation that would change my life forever.

——–o0o——–

The changing rooms at the sports center were pretty much like anywhere else,

I would have thought. White tiles on the walls and floor, strip fluorescent lighting in ceiling that cast a cold, clinical light on everything. Along two walls were lockers, four high and in blocks of fifty. At the end of each block were four changing cubicles, for those women who didn’t desire to show off their bodies to the rest of the female population. At one end was the entrance and the other end led into the swimming pool arena. In the center of the room were benches with metal clothing frames attached.

Usually Vera and I used the cubicles, but to my chagrin, they were all occupied, so we had to take our clothes and towels from the lockers and use the clothing frames. I watched Vera as she hung up her trousers and blouse. As she hung up her bra, she dropped her panties and they landed on the wet floor.

She picked them up and cursed. Holding them in front of her face, I could clearly see the rear of them was soaked. They were purple satin with lace trimming the leg holes and the waist.

“I guess I’ll have to go command style,” she said, with annoyed tone.

She scrunched up into a ball and wrung the water from them, before tossing them into her gym bag. Then she proceeded to remove her gym clothing.

“Are you planning on showering?” I asked. We normally didn’t and waited until we got to our own homes.

“I’ve got a hot date tonight,” she replied. “It’s canlı bahis easier for to shower and make up here than to rush when I get home.”

As Vera was my ride home, I felt compelled to follow suit and get undressed.

As I was removing my tank top, I noticed Vera remove her leggings, under which she wore a red thong. I was slightly taken aback by the sight of the thin piece of material that run up the crack of her bottom, separating her cheeks. Then she slid her thumbs into waistband of the garment and pulled them down over her knees, bending over to remove them completely. I was shocked at how easy it was for me to gaze at her bottom.

Vera is a couple of years older than me. She’s a bottle redhead and her long luxurious hair falls about her shoulders and frames her beautifully tanned features. Her emerald green eyes glint when she smiles. She paints her full lips with a scarlet lipstick. In truth, although it might a seem a strange thing to say about another woman, but Vera is the epitome of sex on legs. Those legs go on for ever and at their top is a bottom that men would die for and most women would kill to have. I describe mine as a peach, but hers is more a pear shape. Her breasts are a modest size, not like my D cups but perky all the same, with lovely pink nipples.

When she turned around, she must have seen me standing there with my mouth wide open. She wondered for a moment what it was I was looking at.

Then she smiled when she realized.

“Have you never seen a shaven pussy before, Pam?” she asked.

I don’t think I heard her because she repeated the question.

“Oh, er, sorry,” was my reply. “You don’t seem to have any pubic hair.”

“No,” she replied, in a calm voice. “I’ve been shaving since I was divorced.”

Vera had married her childhood sweetheart from secondary school and three sons and some thirty years later, Gerald left her for his secretary. A cliché I know, but that’s what happened.

“You could say it was my way of closing the book on that chapter of my life and getting with the rest of it,” she continued.

“You’re saying that shaving your private parts was your way of changing your life?” I asked, in disbelief.

Vera nodded. “And believe it or not, it did and for the better too.”

“How, exactly?”

“Before Gerald fucked off with that string bean he was shagging, we hadn’t had sex for five years,” Vera confessed. “Can you believe that, five fucking years with no cock. I was going out of my mind.” Then she realized that she was naked, cold and suggested we carried on the conversation in shower.

“Five years and no cock,” she continued. “My vibrator was worn out, believe you me.”

She paused for a moment, when another woman, wearing a swim costume, entered the shower area. The woman quickly stood under the cascading water and then left, after turning off the faucet.

“I read an article in Cosmo about pubic shaving and I have to say that I found it intriguing. Most of the women they interviewed admitted that their sex lives had increased due to being hairless. They said that all of the men they had been with had preferred eating bald pussy as opposed to hairy ones.”

Now I was the one that was intrigued because no matter how good I thought our sex life had been, Leonard had never eaten my pussy. Sure he slid his fingers in there and was very skilled at getting me off with a finger fucking and clit rubbing, but I realized that he had never put his mouth anywhere near my vagina and now I knew why. I had a forest between my legs. A fully head of dark hair that I had never even thought about over the years. I kept it trim around my bikini region, so that no stray hairs were visible when wearing skimpy bikini bottoms, but I come from a generation that was never bothered by the appearance of your genital or pubic area. Of course I shaved my armpits, but my mound? It seemed to me that Vera was opening my eyes now. I wondered if I threw caution to wind and shaved the whole lot off, whether it might make me more attractive to Leonard again.

“I tell you something, Pam, ” Vera said, bringing me back to the conversation and derailing my current train of thought. “Since I went sans cheveux, I’ve had more cock in this last year than I had in thirty years married to Gerald. It’s the best thing I have ever done to myself. Mind you it has come with a price.”

“What’s that,” I asked, now hopelessly intrigued.

“I have to keep on top of it,” she replied. “When the hair grows back, it tends to itch like crazy down there and there’s nothing more unattractive than seeing a woman scratching her pussy. Also, it doesn’t look nice with all that stubble.”

Then she smiled and said, “But it has its advantages, apart from smelling sweeter and you feel cleaner. You know that I am a brunette like you, but without pubic hair to prove it, I can get away with guys thinking I am a shaved red head. It drives them nuts.”

As she drove me home, I was eager to know more.

“So how do you go about shaving your crotch?” I asked.

Keeping bahis siteleri her eyes on the road, a broad grin creased her lips.

“Well for one thing, you need to be completely on your own, for the first time at least,” she replied. “You need to make sure you will not be disturbed.”

I nodded. “Alone…noted.”

“When I started,” she continued. “I locked myself away in the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then I grabbed a pair of hairdressing scissors that I had bought just for the occasion.”

She stopped talking in order to slow down at a junction and watch the traffic. Once we had turned into the stream of traffic, Vera continued.

“I grabbed the hair and pulled it tight and just snipped away. You don’t have to worry so much about the hair on your mound, but around you labs and clit, of course you need to take care. When you’ve snipped the hair down, as short as you can get it, you’re then ready to shave it off.”

I was wriggling in my seat. I wasn’t sure but I thought I was getting turned on by the anticipation of this.

“I used a battery razor, with five blades, like men use and a sensitive skin shaving gel. You can now gels for women, which are formulated for intimate zones of the body.”

She used air quotes for the intimate zones part.

“Don’t use too much gel,” she explained. “Otherwise your hands will get all slippery and you could end up cutting yourself, if you are not careful.”

I winced at that thought.

“Always shave with the grain, not against. Razor burn is not a nice feeling, especially there. You’ll want remove hair from your mound, around and on your labs and especially around you clit.”

I was beginning to feel damp in my underwear. This was crazy.

“Oh and don’t forget to remove the hair from your arse crack and your bumhole,” she said.

“Why there, I might ask?”

“Well, if you finally net yourself a hunk and he wants to rim you, it’ll make it pleasant experience for both you and him,” she replied.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I said, puzzled.

“You mean to tell me that you have never had Leonard lick your bumhole?” she asked, surprised.

“Lick my bumhole?” I answered. “He’s never even licked my clitoris!”

Vera parked her car on kerbside, outside my house and switched off the engine.

“My poor dear,” she said. “You appear to be in desperate need of a man who knows what he is doing.”

“I’ll have you know,” I began, knowing that I was about to reveal personal information about Leonard that I had never revealed to Vera, despite her bring my closest friend. “I’ll have you know that Leonard has managed to keep me more than satisfied over the years. He may not look like much, but while the chassis maybe a bit rusty, it’s what’s under the hood that matters and Leonard certainly has plenty of horse power, if you understand my meaning.”

“Ohhhh,” was Vera’s reply.

She opened her handbag and retrieved a pen and note pad. She began scribbling on the paper. Then she ripped off a page and handed it to me.

“This is in the web link to the Cosmo page I was reading before I started shaving,” she said. “Take a good look, read it all and if you want to give shaving a try, then do it.”

I thanked her and began to get out of the car.

She touched my arm and said, “It changed my life. Maybe it’ll help you.”

When I walked into the house, Leonard wasn’t home. I checked my watch. It was five thirty in the afternoon. He should have been home from work about a hour ago. He had assured me that no hanky-panky was going on with him and I believed him. Maybe he was stuck in traffic.

I went upstairs, grabbed my laptop and threw it on the bed. After dropping my coat over the end of the upstairs banister, I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed next to computer. I opened it up and switched it on. After Windows had booted up, I typed in the link that Vera had given me and went straight to the shaving article.

As I read it, I became aware that my right hand had slipped under the waist band of my leggings and over the front of my panties.

Women were revealing their most intimate shaving details with information on how to get the best results, stories of what happened to them after they had shaved and how their lives had changed because they had naked vaginas. I read one woman’s account of how the shaving itself was so intimate for her, that she became so turned on afterwards, she had to masturbate in the shower. She even went as far as to reveal how she masturbated by aiming the shower head at her clitoris and the power of her orgasm.

I didn’t know it as the time, but I realized that I was becoming turned on by reading that particular account and had been unconsciously rubbing my pussy through my panties. I was drenched. My panties were soaked through and I hadn’t even had an orgasm. I pulled off my leggings, ripped off my sodden panties and ran my fingers along my soaking slit. I gently coaxed my clitoris from under its hood and ran lazy circles over bahis şirketleri it, while I closed my eyes. It didn’t last as long as I would have liked and soon I was cumming hard. Harder than I could ever remember. I slipped two fingers of my left hand into my vagina and continued rubbing my clit and another orgasm washed over me. I had never had two orgasms, one after the other.

Breathless, panting and half naked, I stopped masturbating. My clit was so sensitive that the slightest pressure would drive me crazy.

I rolled over to my right and opened the drawer in my nightstand. I pulled out my Rabbit vibrator and switched it on. I didn’t any lubrication. I was saturated. The long plastic tool slid in very easily and I turned it on. using the lowest setting first, I moved the vibrator in and out of my soaking cunt. I switched it up and gear and continued to move it back and forth, in and out of me. I dared to switch on the tiny finger sized part that would tease and stimulate my clit. The result was explosive and surprising. I came hard again, only this time a jet of liquid erupted from my pussy and splattered on the duvet cover. That had never happened to me before. I had heard about women who “came wet” and were called “squirters” but I never thought I was one of them.

I lay there and looked down at myself. My pubic bush was very prominent. I decided that it had to go. I resolved that I would go shopping in the morning and buy all the stuff I needed.

——–o0o——–

The following day, I went to the supermarket, armed with the list of things that Vera had suggested I buy. I felt quite self conscious, as I stood in the checkout queue. I looked down at my basket and saw the feminine shaving gel, the razor and spare blades. I was sure that the female checkout operator, who looked to be only around eighteen, would know what I was planning. I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder. But my fears were unfounded, as she passed each piece of shopping scanner and asked me if I wanted a bag. I replied that I did and used my credit card to pay.

I couldn’t get out the supermarket fast enough, climb into my car, start the engine and drive home.

Once more, as I arrived home, I saw that my husband’s car was not in the driveway. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 6 o’clock pm. What the devil could he be playing at? I pulled my mobile phone from my handbag and called him. It took some time for him to answer, which aroused my suspicions again.

“Where are you?” I asked, when he finally answered.

“Err, I’ll be home late,” he replied. There was something in his voice that told me that he was not telling me the whole truth. “We’ve got a huge contract and it means loads of work.”

I was a little pissed because he hadn’t told me sooner, but I was also a little relieved as it meant that I could shave without interruption.

“So when do you think you’ll be home?” I asked, with a tone of annoyance.

“Can’t say right now. I’ll call you later…Gotta go…talk soon, bye.”

Not even a “love you”. Something more was going on, but at that moment, I really couldn’t be bothered. I made a mental note to give him hell later and then got out of the car.

I was undressing as I walked up the stairs, such was my eagerness to get shaving.

I padded barefoot into the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet. As I walked into the shower cubicle, my legs were still shaking from the feeling of excitement I was having, over what I was about to do.

I allowed the warm water to flow over me. God, it felt good. The water cascaded off my shoulders and flowed over my breasts. My nipples reacted to the warm water, becoming erect and sensitive. I squeezed a handful of shower gel into my hand and massaged it over my upper body. As my hand passed over my nipples, I felt as though a tiny electric shock had passed through me and my knees went weak.

I massaged the shower gel into my pubic area and the hair helped to create a thick foam. My fingers slipped down my slit and separated my labia. My fingertip lightly slipped over my clitoris and I was surprised at how sensitive it was.

The shower head had three settings: rainfall, light massage and heavy massage.

I changed the setting to light massage and very gingerly, spread my pussy. I aimed the water jets at my clit area and the effect was instantaneous. Alarm bells went off in head. My legs were weak and I almost dropped the shower head.

Bloody hell! That was powerful.

i grabbed the scissors, from the vanity unit and started to trim my thick, lustrous bush.

Once I had trimmed my bush down as much as I could, I stood in front of the mirror to view the result.

I could see my slit and the tiny bulge where my clitoris was covered by its hood. I was standing with my legs together and through the tiny gap between the tops of my thighs I could just see the lips of my pussy.

Vera told me that I should try shaving in the shower, at least for the first time.

“I suppose I ought to take her advice,” I said to myself.

The warmth of the water and my anticipation of what I was about to do caused my nipples to stiffen and become erect. I felt a tingle in my nether regions. Something I had not felt in a while.

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Marcie:

I’m standing at the school bus stop waiting for the bus to come. It just rained buckets, and large puddles have pooled by the roadside. I’m standing back from the curb, so I don’t get splashed by cars driving by.

There are two girls all dressed up blabbering away, totally oblivious to the world, and they’re standing close to the curb. Too close.

I look to the left and see a tall, gangly-looking guy watching the girls. My first impression is that he’s a geek, but then I look closer, and he’s actually not bad-looking. In fact, he’s cute, but his hair is messy. It’s not dirty, but it looks unbrushed. It looks like he just rolled out of bed. He’s wearing an open trench coat (I kid you not!) and track pants and an old t-shirt. He looks like a computer nerd that doesn’t care about his looks. There’s something about him that catches my eye, though.

The bus is approaching, and water is splashing big time.

The geek sees the bus and looks at the girls chatting away, oblivious to their impending wetness. His head turns back and forth between the approaching bus and the girls. He starts to frown when he sees the girls haven’t noticed the bus.

At the very last minute, he frowns and shakes his head, and steps between the girls and the bus, and opens his trench coat like Batman. The bus has slowed down, but there is still a large splash. The geek gets drenched, but there’s not a drop of water on the girls. His coat shielded them. I can’t believe it! He deliberately took a hit for them! Who does that in this day and age? It’s like he’s some kind of chivalrous knight!

The idiotic girls walk right by him and get on the bus without thanking him! They were so self-absorbed they probably didn’t even realize what he did. I feel like smacking them in the head!

Or, maybe they thought he was a stalker pervert flashing them. Who knows?

I get a big lump in my throat because I’m so impressed by his selfless behavior. I know right away I want to meet this guy and whip out my phone and take pictures and follow him on the bus.

The bus lady, who looks like she’s in her fifties, is looking at the guy in amazement as well. I’m not the only female who was impressed!

I ride the bus past my stop and get off when he does and follow him to his house.

Cool! Now I have pictures and know where he lives, and he likely goes to my school. I do a reverse phone search on the ride home and get a phone number and a family name from his address. His last name is Cochrane.

I keep my eyes open at school, but the campus is large, and we might never cross paths. I look at his pictures every day. The more I look, the more I like! He’s got to be six feet tall. I’m only 5’6″, and I like taller guys. There’s not an ounce of fat on him, and his stomach is perfectly flat. And beneath the mop of thick golden hair is such a cute face.

I’m not sure how old he is, though, because he’s got one of those innocent babyfaces. I’m in my last year of a veterinarian program and am twenty-two, but he could be 18 or my age. I have no idea. Would I go out with a first-year guy? I don’t think so. But, maybe. He’s pretty cute!

Two weeks go by, and I’m starting to lose hope when guess who sits down one table over from me in the cafeteria?

I don’t think he noticed me, so I get up and pretend I’m just sitting down and ask him if the spot beside him is taken. He nods no and goes back to eating and looking at his phone.

I try to chat him up but am only getting one-word answers. I’m not used to silence from guys. I don’t like to brag, but I’ve never had a shortage of guys approaching me. Think of the Wendy’s burger girl with bigger boobs and a tight ass. Usually, guys are happy to talk to me.

I’m not getting anywhere, though, and mom always said, if you like a guy go for him. So I’m forced to be direct.

“Hi, my name is Marcie. I saw you at the bus stop the other day when you shielded those girls from getting soaked. It was pretty impressive!”

He looks surprised but gives me a small smile. “Thanks, but I don’t think they even knew.”

“I noticed that! I wanted to smack them in the head for being such idiots!”

That gets a grin from him, which emboldens me. “And your name is?”

“Tommy Cochrane.”

Good! The last name matches the name from my address search.

“What are you going through for?”

“I’m in my fourth year of computer studies.”

Excellent! He’s my age!

Time to be bold! “Tommy, I’m so impressed with what you did for those girls; I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date?”

He looks shocked. “You want to go out with me?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

He still looks surprised. “Tommy?”

He eyes me and gives me a quick once-over, and smiles.

“Sure!”

All right! Mom’s advice worked!

======================

Tommy Cochrane picked me up at my apartment, which was nice given that I didn’t own a car. Tommy was lucky because he lived in town and didn’t have to spend money on rent and could drive his parents’ vehicles. Unfortunately, güvenilir bahis the small town I grew up in didn’t even have a high school, nevertheless a University. So I was in debt up to my ears from rent and tuition. Thank God I was graduating soon, and the job market for vet technicians was good.

I was pleasantly surprised when Tommy showed up. His trench coat, t-shirt, and track pants were replaced by a nice pair of jeans, a white dress shirt, and some nice sandals. And his bedhead was gone. His thick golden hair was combed back and had a natural wave. He looked good!

I was curious about the trench coat, though.

“No trench coat today?”

He smiled.

“No. I only wore it that day because the weather forecast was calling for heavy rain and I couldn’t find my umbrella. I didn’t want to get soaked at the bus stop. It’s not even my coat. It’s my older brother’s, and he moved out, so I borrowed it. My brother was a Matrix fanatic and thought he was Keanu Reeves. I always thought he looked stupid, but the coat kept the rain away and saved me from getting soaked by the bus.”

“You didn’t get soaked? It sure looked like it from my viewpoint!”

He grinned. “The coat was soaked, but I wasn’t.”

When Tommy turned around to get in the car, I noticed a Walmart price tag attached to his shirt. Did he get a new shirt for me?

“New shirt?”

He smiled. “Yes. How did you know?”

I pointed to the price tag.

He looked embarrassed, so I interjected.

“The shirt looks good on you. I like it!” I reached over and pulled the tag off.

I guess he wasn’t used to clothing compliments or compliments from girls because he gave me a goofy half-embarrassed smile, which looked so cute! Then he looked at my feet.

“Something wrong?”

He smiled. “No, I was just checking to see if you’re wearing something good for walking.”

“Walking?”

“Yes. I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk. There’s a park in town that I visit all the time to walk and relax. It’s beautiful. It’s heavily forested, and the city maintains trails that interconnect the sections. If you walk the perimeter, it’s a couple of miles, but you can take as many shortcuts as you want. It’s a beautiful night, and I thought it would be nice in there. Does that sound okay?”

I didn’t know Tommy Cochrane, so I had no idea what he had planned for the evening. Lots of guys wanted to go to a movie so they could grope me in the dark, so a walk in a forest was refreshing. I came from a small rural town and missed being around nature. My apartment was situated in a concrete wasteland with little greenery.

“That sounds good. Are my sandals okay?”

“They should be fine. The paths are wood chips and easy to walk on, and there are no steep sections, except for one, and I can take your hand when we go down that.”

The forest was lovely! The constant hum of traffic faded away to the soft sounds of birds tweeting within minutes of entering the park. A canopy of leaves shaded the sky with occasional beams of light, creating a sun-dappled effect. It was like the city had disappeared. The path was spongy from the wood chips and easy to walk on. Lots of people were walking the trails, young couples, old people, joggers, dog walkers; you name it. I had no idea such a lovely place existed in the city. Tommy Cochrane chose wisely!

We slowly walked the perimeter of the park. It was such a beautiful summer night and so peaceful in the forest that I didn’t even notice the time and was surprised and disappointed when we arrived back at the park entrance.

Tommy looked at me and smiled. “What did you think?”

“It was great! I didn’t want it to end. I can see why you like to come here.”

“I walk here a couple of times a week after supper. Would you like to come with me? I could pick you up.”

That sounded great! “Really?”

He grinned. “Sure!”

“Okay. Call me. I’ll be waiting.”

Tommy looked at me. “Are you hungry? I’m always hungry after a good walk.”

I hadn’t noticed, but now that Tommy mentioned it, I’d worked up an appetite. We’d been walking for an hour, although it didn’t seem like it.

“I am.”

“Do you like homemade pie?”

I loved pie. “Yes!”

“Peach pie?”

Peach pie was my favorite. “Yes!”

“Okay! Let’s go home and eat!”

My stomach was salivating on the ride to Tommy’s.

There was a large peach pie staring at us on the kitchen table. It looked delicious, and I couldn’t wait to chow down. Just then, Tommy’s mom entered the room.

“Oh, you two are back!”

His mom looked at me and then turned to Tommy and smiled. “She’s just as pretty as you said, Tommy!”

I smirked when Tommy looked like he was going to die from embarrassment, but it was nice to know he thought I was pretty.

His mom turned back to me. “Hello, dear. I’m Betty, Tommy’s mom.”

She shook my hand.

“Tommy always has some pie with vanilla ice cream after his walks. Would you like some?”

I was practically drooling! “Yes, please!”

“Ice türkçe bahis cream?”

“Yes, please!”

Tommy’s mom cut two huge pieces of pie and spooned several large scoops of ice cream. I just about died in pleasure when the pie entered my mouth! The crust was soft and crumbly, and it melted on my tongue, and the peaches were just the right sweetness. Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!

“This is delicious, Mrs. Cochrane!”

“Don’t thank me, dear. Tommy made it. I had four kids and had to work full time to pay the bills. There was no way I was going to do that and come home and cook every night. So I showed all the kids how to cook, and we took turns making supper. Tommy and his sister have sweet tooths, so they were always asking me to make pies. Finally, I got tired of it and showed them how to make pie crust. Tommy makes a better pie than I do now.”

Unbelievable! He made pie, REALLY good pie! I loved pie.

I was so enthralled eating my pie I didn’t notice Tommy clearing his throat. But, eventually, I did.

“Yes?”

Tommy pointed at my chest. Oops! Several crumbs of pie crust were buried in my cleavage. I picked them out and ate them. They were too tasty to waste!

“Thanks!”

Most people would have been embarrassed but not me. I’d always been a messy eater. Food always seemed to fall off my utensils onto my body somewhere. I even wore a bib at home. A few pie crumbs on my boobs weren’t going to slow me down! I continued to eat my pie and ice cream.

“Looks like she likes your pie, Tommy!”

Tommy grinned. “Ya, mom, it looks like it!”

I licked my chops after I finished my pie.

“Would you like another piece, dear?”

I DID want another piece but didn’t want to seem like a pig. “No, thanks.”

“Would you like to take a piece home for later?”

YES! “That would be nice! Thank you!”

======================

Tommy was at my place one night and asked if he could use my PC.

“Sure. Why?”

“I started a process and want to make sure it’s still running okay.”

“But how can you see it from my PC?”

“I’ll drop down to shell and ssh out to the server where the process is running.”

“Okay! I have no idea what you just said but help yourself!”

A few minutes later, Tommy bellowed for me.

“Marcie!”

“Yes?”

“Your PC is taking FOREVER to boot! Is it always this slow?”

“Sorry, but it’s old, and ever since I upgraded to Windows 10, it’s been slow.”

Tommy shook his head. “It’s not slow; it’s terrible! It’s like waiting for paint to dry! I don’t know how you stand it!”

“I stand it because I don’t have any money for a new PC.”

He grumbled as my PC slowly booted up and returned about ten minutes later.

The next night I got a call from Tommy.

“Can I come over?”

It wasn’t a good night. I had an exam to prepare for. I told Tommy.

“I won’t stay long and won’t interfere with your studying. I just want to look at your PC. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He arrived with a big green garbage bag.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A new computer.”

“A new computer?”

“Well, it’s not new, but it’s newer than yours. It’s my sister’s old PC, and she’s gone. It should be way faster than yours.”

I was concerned. “I’m not going to lose my old stuff, am I? I don’t want to lose anything!”

He smiled confidently. “Trust me, Marcie! I’ve done this before. You won’t lose a thing. Is it okay if I proceed?”

I was a bit nervous but gave him the okay.

An hour later, Tommy emerged with a satisfied look on his face. “Come see!”

I sat in front of the new PC. It was off.

“Press the power button!” Tommy said excitedly.

I pressed the button, and the PC booted up like lightning! WOW! It was so quick! Then I opened up Google, and it opened instantly! WOW! That used to be good for a pee break! Then I opened up Gmail it was the same quick response.

“This is amazing, Tommy! It’s so quick!”

I gave him a spontaneous hug, and when I pulled back, he had a goofy look of embarrassment on his face.

I loved his shy smile!

======================

I was confused.

Tommy and I seemed to be getting along great. I knew he liked me because other than the first time when I asked him out, he was the one pursuing me. For example, he invited me on the walks. And he asked me if it was okay to come to my place. And he asked me if I’d like to go to his place. Plus, I could tell! Trust me! He liked me!

We were getting to know each other better every day, and the more I knew him, the better I liked him, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure he felt the same way about me.

But, nothing physical was happening. I patiently waited for him to give me goodnight kisses, but he never did. He often looked like he wanted to but then turned and left.

What the heck? I didn’t have B.O., and I didn’t have smoker’s breath because I didn’t smoke.

Was he afraid of me? I didn’t think of myself as an intimidating person. Yes, I’d gone out with a few guys and slept with one last güvenilir bahis siteleri year, but I was hardly a man-eater.

Was he hiding something about himself? Some guys were worried about the size of their equipment, but Tommy had large feet and hands, so I doubted that was a problem.

He was shy in general, but he wasn’t shy with me, or at least not anymore.

Was he a virgin? Possibly because he never mentioned old girlfriends, and he was a computer geek. His mom said Tommy used to live in his room with his computers. And, the day I saw him at the bus stop, he wasn’t dressed or groomed for success. If he dressed that way all the time, most girls would avoid him.

It had to be something like that. What else could it be? He just needed a little nudge. I could do that.

“Tommy?” I asked as he was about to leave.

“Yes?”

Time to follow mom’s advice again and take control.

“How come you never kiss me goodnight?”

I actually wanted to know why he didn’t stick his hand under my blouse and down my panties, but we had to start small.

He looked embarrassed. Bullseye!

Time for more directness. “I like kissing, and I like you, and I’d like a goodnight kiss from you. I’m ready.” I asked with an inviting smile on my face. I couldn’t be any more clear!

He was still standing there looking bewildered, so I put my hand behind his back and reeled him in, and smiled.

“You’re not going home, Tommy, until you kiss me!”

I puckered up my lips, closed my eyes, and waited. A second later, I felt his presence moving closer and closer until a soft pair of lips touched mine. YAY!

I grinned at him. “You can go now, Tommy, but don’t forget what I want every night before you leave!”

He had a happy grin on his face now!

======================

It was a waste of good kissing time to wait until Tommy was leaving to start kissing. Why not start earlier?

So, about ten minutes before Tommy usually left my place, I put my books down, and then I put his books down. He looked confused.

I smiled. “I’m ready for my kiss now.”

He wasn’t shy at all tonight, and a big grin spread across his face.

I closed my eyes and puckered up, and there was no hesitation at all. His lips were on mine in a flash. I pushed him down on the couch without breaking our kiss. After all, it’s so much nicer kissing laying down than upright. We kissed for ten minutes straight. It was wonderful! Tommy was a natural, not too hard and not too soft, and the minute I opened my mouth, he stuck his tongue in, and I reciprocated. Soon our warm, wet tongues were dancing together in a million different delicious combinations. Kissing was so much fun!

Eventually, we stopped and wiped the saliva off our chins and sat up. Tommy had an ear-to-ear grin on his face, and there was a visible bulge under his jeans which I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. But that was for another night.

Patience, Marcie. Patience!

======================

“Marcie, can you pass me the lasagna?”

“Sure, Betty!”

I was getting to be a frequent supper guest at the Cochrane household and was thrilled. They ate so much better than I did. Tommy and his mom liked to cook, and I was constantly getting served something new and tasty.

I think it all happened because Tommy was studying with me at my place one night and asked if I had some tea or coffee to keep him awake.

“Sure. There are tea bags in the cupboard. Help yourself.”

He came back a bit later with a furrowed brow.

“I was looking in your cupboards and fridge for some sugar and milk, and there’s hardly any food there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t see any vegetables except for frozen corn. And I didn’t see any fruit except for bananas. And I didn’t see any meat or milk. All I saw were boxes of macaroni and cheese and frozen Lean Cuisines and Oreo cookies.”

I looked at him, confused. “So?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem very healthy. Is that what you eat all the time?”

My temper flared. “Look, Tommy! Dad’s been dead for years, and mom works at Walmart making minimum wage, so no one is helping me out like your parents are. I get summer jobs waitressing, and the rest of my money comes from student loans. I’m up to my ears in student debt, so I eat cheap.”

“I drink powdered skim milk. Bananas are fruit. Corn is vegetables. I get my carbs from macaroni and cheese, and I can buy Lean Cuisines on sale for $2.50; and they include everything I need and only take five minutes to microwave. And Oreo cookies are my dessert because I don’t know how to make pie. Any other dietary questions for me?” I glared at him.

Tommy looked chagrined. “Sorry, Marcie. Your cupboards just looked kind of bare. I was worried about your eating.”

Having my poverty pointed out always made me touchy, and sometimes I snapped, but I liked Tommy, so I cut him some slack.

“I appreciate your concern, and when I start working and get more money, my cupboards will be less bare, and I’ll stop buying skim milk because it tastes like crap. And I’ll start buying more things because I’m sick to death of eating Lean Cuisines and macaroni and cheese. But until then …”

I smiled to let him know I wasn’t upset with him. “Did you find your tea?”

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Hi everyone! It took me longer to write the second part of this story than I would have liked but here I am again. As always, constructive feedback and criticism is welcomed. I hope you are all well and staying healthy in this crazy world. Enjoy!

The drive back to our campus dorm was much subdued than the drive down. This time, Mandy and Candy didn’t try to cause an accident by engaging in some hot lesbianism in the back seat. Though, we did stop at the same rest area as last time where the girls both had me bend them over the hood of my car and fuck them which was insanely hot. Though I’m sure the birds and other animals in the area were probably freaked out by the noises.

And things were definitely different the next few weeks as well. Either Mandy, Candy or both of the girls would come over, or I’d go over to their dorm room across the hall from me almost every day and we’d have a hot sex session until our bodies needed a break. It was a great stress relief for all of us, not to mention how good the sex could be at times. Plus, it gave me much much more experience with pleasuring women. The girls showed me how to eat pussy expertly as well as an array of different positions I never would have thought of on my own. And amazingly enough, we didn’t get any noise complaints. I guess our neighbours enjoyed the soundtrack.

This lasted until midterms rolled around. We were all so busy writing term papers and studying for exams, we didn’t have much time left for sex, much less anything else. But we agreed that when it was all said and done, we’d go out, get some drinks and have some serious sexy time afterwards.

But it didn’t happen quite like that. I had just gotten back to my dorm room from my last midterm exam. I’d barely come out of the shower and was lounging on my couch, alternating between staring out the window of my fourth-floor dorm watching the world go by and playing aimlessly on my phone, finally able to really relax and switch my brain off after the last gruelling, hand cramp inducing exam. I was fatigued mentally but restless, nonetheless. After over two weeks of no sex, high stress, and no other release, I was pent up with energy. Made all the worse by the anticipation of the hedonism Mandy, Candy and I were set to engage in soon.

Then there came a knock at the door which surprised me because usually the girls just let themselves in. I got up to go answer it and then I was genuinely surprised. It wasn’t Mandy or Candy.

It was Nathalie. The blonde goddess from my PoliSci class. Standing at my door.

“Oh…uh…hi…uh…Nathalie. Can I…uh… help you with something?” I stammered trying not to drop my jaw in awe at the beauty standing before me.

“Can I come in?” She asked innocently.

“Of course!” I answered. Too quickly and too eagerly in my opinion. My anxiety was already through the roof. And it was made all the worse when I took a good look at Nathalie as she sat down on my humble couch in what passed for a living room in these dorms.

She was wearing a simple pair of blue jeans that seemed to be a part of her body they were so tight, as well a simple white sweater with our school’s branding on it. Her golden blonde hair was done up in a simple bun; It was a very casual getup, but she still looked like a million bucks to me.

“Can I…uh…get you any…uh…thing? Water, juice, pop? I’ve even got some hooch if you’re interested in repressing the memory of our PoliSci final.” I offered, trying to act as cool as I could which felt totally in vain.

“Water will be fine for now thanks.” She answered with a smile. After I poured her a glass of water, I poured myself a glass of water as well, gave it to her and sat myself down on an accent chair opposite the couch from her.

“So… what brings you to my humble dorm room?” I asked, trying to break the ice, unsure of what else to say.

“Well, it’s like this Ethan.” She replied. I was stunned she remembered my name. “All these midterm papers and exams were brutal…”

“Oh totally.” I agreed hastily and stupidly cutting her off. “That exam in our PoliSci class was pure evil. I don’t know where Dr. Andrews gets off asking us to write an essay on something we never covered in class, but he can go to hell and die for it.”

“Definitely, he is such a bastard” she concurred. “But I’m not here to commiserate or to talk about school.”

“Oh, uh, ok. Why brings you here then?” I asked quizzically. There was one thing I was hoping for but certainly not expecting by any stretch of the imagination.

“I don’t know about you, but these midterms have been rough. I haven’t slept well, or eaten properly, nor had any chance to really relax. And worst of all I haven’t had a good orgasm in weeks!”

My eyes bulged, my heart began to race, and my cock hardened as stiffly as it ever had as I heard her say that. “Uh yeah. Me too.”

“Anyway… I heard by way of some mutual acquaintances of ours that you, Ethan, have a near perfect güvenilir bahis dick and that you really know how to use it. And I’d really like to try it for myself.” Nathalie continued with a sultry grin.

This time my eyes really popped out of my skull. “Uh what!? Just where did you hear that? And are you serious? Also, don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Two girls in one of my classes told me. The names Amanda and Caitlyn ring a bell?” She replied with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile… “And yes, I am serious. And no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Really!?” I asked incredulously. “I imagine a girl as stunningly beautiful as you would have guys lined up around the block to court you. Also, didn’t I see you a few weeks ago with a guy in the cafeteria and you acting all lovey-dovey with him. He’s not your boyfriend?”

Nathalie laughed. “I do but I don’t care about that. I want to educate myself and get established in a career first before committing to any kind of relationship. It would be too easy for me to coast through life with my looks and not have to work. I want to earn what I get in life; not have it given to me by dudes with too much money and not enough brains.”

“And the guy you saw? He’s gay. He just likes to fool around with me like that, he has no interest in women I can assure you. Besides, I’ve secretly been wishing you’d make a move on me. You were great to work with in our groups in PoliSci, and you didn’t try to hit on me like most guys do. You respected me when most guys try to flirt their way into my pants. Plus, you’re cute.”

“That’s great to hear.” I temporized as I blushed, “But I’m still having a hard time believing you’re here for a booty call. Not that I don’t want one of course. I’m just not used to having gorgeous women throw themselves at me you understand.”

“I guess I’ll have to prove it to you then.”

Nathalie got up from the couch, reached up and undid her hair. She shook it loose seductively, letting her golden locks fall free. Then she reached down to her waist and pulled her sweatshirt over her head revealing a satin bra struggling mightily to contain her glorious juggs. Her bra was a shade of crimson red that screamed pure sin.

Her stomach was perfectly toned as were her arms and legs. She did a quick twirl showing off her tight, yet plump ass. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and began to peel them off seductively; bending over to give a full view of her cruelly constrained tits yearning to be set free. She stepped out of her jeans and stood proudly before me; hands on her hips looking like she’d stepped out of a centerfold and into my living room. Her panties were the same shade of crimson red and accentuated her hips perfectly. Then she reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall off of her. My eyes all but exploded.

Her tits were perfectly round and perky, jutting out from Nathalie’s frame in perfect proportions with small, pink and puffy nipples that were already rock hard. She pulled her panties down to reveal a perfectly clean-shaven snatch with a cute looking little pussy that was soon to be mine.

“Does this prove my intentions? Do you like what you see?” Nathalie asked, looking at my now painful bulge and knowing the answer before I even spoke.

“Uh yeah. Yeah it does. And yes. I definitely like what I see. I should call you Aphrodite because you have the perfect body of a goddess!”

“Oh stop with the flattery.” She scolded lightly. “You’re going to get the girl so there’s no need to butter me up. But let’s see what I’m going to get myself into. Or what’s going to get into me I should say.”

She walked around the dinky coffee table over to where I was sitting on got down on her knees, my eyes transfixed on her jiggling breasts as she walked. She reached for my jeans and opened the button and fly. Reaching in to grab a hold of my rock-hard member she stopped, her eyes bugging out.

“Holy shit. Is that your cock or a Billy club?” She asked with wonder and a hint of fear. She pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang free, standing up proudly for her to finally see.

“My god…Those girls were right. This IS the perfect dick!” She gasped in amazement. Her eyes were mesmerized on my member as she took in its size and her eyes betrayed a hint of fear as well as anticipation.

She reached out with both of her hands to grab it and electricity coursed through my body as she began to stroke it with her dainty hands.

“Oh wow it’s thick too.” Nathalie spoke in awe as she picked up the pace. The head was already slicked with pre cum when she gave it a lick. The electricity that was setting my nerves on fire doubled in intensity as Nathalie wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. She began to flick the head with her tongue as she kept pumping my shaft with her hands. Slowly she took more of it in as she bobbed on it until I could feel it hitting the back of her throat. But that didn’t phase her in the slightest. She clamped türkçe bahis her mouth down on my cock and kept stroking it with her hands like a champion. Mandy and Candy had given me some amazing blowjobs in the previous weeks, but this was on another level of intensity. Her action was relentless and the sounds she made were music to my ears.

But after two weeks of no release and Nathalie’s masterful cocksucking, there was no way I was going to last long.

“Oh fuck Nathalie! I’m going to cum! Oh FUCK!!”

She didn’t even flinch as my cock erupted in her mouth filling it with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Nathalie slowly took her mouth off my softening cock and licked her lips erotically before she gulped all of my cum down to my astonishment.

“Goddamn dude! That was a big load! You really had been saving up for a while!” Exclaimed Nathalie as she got up off her knees and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

I was still panting as I recovered from the eruption I’d just unleashed and the waves of euphoria I felt as it happened. “Yeah…I told you…it had…been a while since. You sure know how to coax it out though. Damn that…was… amazing!”

Nathalie had gotten up off her knees and was sitting on the edge of the coffee table; her hands behind her on the table leaning back, thrusting her tits out even more. Her legs crossed, leaving the smallest hint at the holiest of holies between them. I knew what I wanted to do next. It was one of the many fantasies I’d had since I first laid eyes on her on the first day of class.

“My turn.”

I got up and onto my knees and gently pushed her back onto the table. I rose over top of her and started kissing the nape of her neck which instantly earned me an “Ahhhh” as I felt her shiver at my kisses. I continued to kiss my way down her neck and chest until I met her heavenly breasts. I began to lick around her left nipple, gently flicking it with my tongue until I took all of it in my mouth and sucked on as I kept teasing it with my tongue.

“Oh God Ethan that feels so good!”

I did the same for her right breast and kept tweaking her left nipple with my fingers as I teased Nathalie. I kissed my way down her fit stomach until I got to the promised land.

I delicately pulled her slender legs apart revealing her pretty pink pussy. I leaned in and began to lick at the sides, teasing her before I really got to work, earning me some sexy moans.

Slowly, I pulled her pussy lips apart and lightly began running my tongue up and down the sides of her pussy, tasting her sweet ambrosia for the first time.

“Oh GOD Ethan that feels so good don’t stop!”

I picked up the pace with my tongue like I’d learned with Mandy and Candy coaxing even more moans out of Nathalie. Eventually I started lapping away at her sweet hole and occasionally her clit causing her to grab the edge of the coffee table and clamp her legs against my head as I licked her clit more and more. Eventually she couldn’t hold out anymore and I felt the orgasm cascade through her body before I heard her cum.

“Ah. Ah. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Ohmyfuckingogd Ethan! That was amazing!”

I stood up and sat back on the chair as I looked over Nathalie who was breathing heavily as she came down from her latest orgasm, her glorious breasts heaving as she panted, lying on the coffee table.

“Mandy and Candy were right. They did turn you into a master pussy eater! Goddamn!”

I beamed at the compliment and the memories of my “education” in the previous few weeks since our road trip. But there were more pressing matters at hands. Tasting Nathalie’s sweet pussy and hearing her cum so hard had reinvigorated my dick and it was ready to go again. Nathalie was still in recovery when I stood up and moved beside her to scoop her up in my arms and carry her to my lumpy dorm bed. She shrieked with delight as she wrapped her arms around my neck as I stared into her piercing blue eyes as I carried her down the length of the short hall.

I laid her down softly on the bed and moved on top of her, my cock positioned at the entrance of her wet and hungry pussy. I gave her a passionate kiss as I shivered with anticipation. As we broke the kiss Nathalie said the words I’d been dying to hear since I first laid eyes on her.

“Fuck me Ethan. Take that big, beautiful dick of yours and fuck me.”

I slid my cock inside her and the feeling was divine. Her pussy was so warm and so tight and yet so willing to take it. Nathalie inhaled sharply and her eye bulged as I slid in two inches before pulling out a bit only to push in again and make my way a little deeper in. After a few more attempts I bottomed out with nearly all of my dick inside her. Not even Candy or Mandy could take me that far.

“Holy fucking shit Ethan! I’ve never had a dick that deep inside me before. Fuck it feels so good to be stretched like that! Now fuck me, you big cocked bastard!”

I immediately started pumping away, pulling back güvenilir bahis siteleri until I nearly popped out and then slamming back in as Nathalie shrieked and moaned with every plumb of her depths. I started picking up the pace and the sight of her magnificent tits flopping back and forth spurred me on ever more as I saw those glorious mounds moving erotically.

I was pumping in and out of Nathalie at a feverish pace fuelled by lust and adrenaline and she was moaning and whimpering almost nonstop. Until she put a hand on my stomach as if to implore me to stop. So I buried my dick in as far as I could in one last push as she clamped her legs around me and pulled me down as she came. I felt her pussy clamp down as well as her body convulsed from the orgasm.

“Oh FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!” Screamed Nathalie. After the wave subsided, she was panting heavily in my ear as the orgasm coursed through her body.

“Good god Ethan. I’ve never had a dick like that inside me. It fills me up so completely. It’s the perfect combo of length and thickness. It feels SSOOOOOOO good I can’t even describe it.” She cooed.

“That’s good to hear.” By this point I had pulled myself off of her and out as well and was resting on my haunches as she gushed. I was still rock hard as Nathalie propped herself up on her elbows and fixed her gaze on my swollen member coated in her pussy juices.

“Speaking of filling me up. I noticed you haven’t cum yet. So I’m going to need you to put that breathtaking cock back inside me and fuck me until you cum. Got it?” I nodded in agreement. I pulled her nubile body to the edge of the bed, grabbed her hips tightly and plunged back in. Nathalie screamed in delight as I started hammering away like an animal, pumping away with reckless abandon. With each stroke, I felt my cock hitting the end of her pussy and it earned me a scream from Nathalie each time.

I found a fast and steady rhythm as I pumped away, and watching her tits rock to and fro as I fucked her kept me going even as my muscles began to protest from the relentless exertion. But before long I felt the familiar pressure building inside me. I pushed in as far as I could as my cock erupted in Nathalie’s tight pussy; I felt it squeeze every last drop out as I slowed pulled my deflating cock out. Physically spent, I flopped down beside Nathalie on the bed as I tried to catch my breath. She nuzzled up to and I swear she was glowing as she reached down between her legs and let a little bit of my cum drip onto her finger before she brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and I’d seen a lot of those in the last few weeks.

“Ho. Lee. FUCK Ethan!” Nathalie exclaimed, “That was one hell of a fuck! And damn if you didn’t flood my pussy too with all your spunk.” I chuckled at her exaggerated descriptions.

“Go ahead, laugh,” she chided playfully, “But you pretty much came in my brain. Well, what’s left of it after that pounding you gave me. Honestly, Ethan, those were some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and they’re all because of you and your amazing dick. No wonder Mandy and Candy couldn’t stop gushing about you: your dick truly is perfect, and you know how to use it.”

“Why thank you very much.” I blushed; still not entirely accustomed to all the praise I was getting.

“If anything, I feel like I should be thanking you for letting me be inside you like that. I used to think beautiful women like you were so far out of my league, it was a different sport altogether. Now I know a little better.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of you to say.. And believe me, it was my intense pleasure to help disabuse you of that silly notion. You’re an attractive young man with a big heart, a big brain, and an equally big dick. You don’t have to self yourself short or doubt your ability to attract women ever again.” Nathalie replied.

“Aww now you’re making me blush..” I joked.

“Well you’re welcome.” Replied Nathalie with a smile. “Now I don’t know about you, but I am pretty tired after getting fucked like that and I imagine you are too. So I’m going to clean myself up a bit real quick and I’ll be right back.”

“OK.” I watched her get out of bed with her tight ass sashaying down the hall. It was the last thing I remember as I fell asleep right after.

I woke up the next morning with the sun poking me in the eye as it shone through the gaps in the blinds. Then, I realized I was alone and naked in my bed under the covers. Where was Nathalie? Was last night just one especially cruel dream? I rolled over out of the sun’s rays and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw was that it was almost noon which shocked me awake seeing how long I’d slept in. Thank god classes were done with, otherwise I’d have missed one and half.

Then I saw Nathalie had left me a text. My eyes popped as I opened it.

“Had an amazing time last night Ethan! Sorry I couldn’t stay the whole night but I definitely will at some point soon…xoxoxoxo. That was followed by a selfie she’d taken before she left…of her naked in front of my sleeping self with a smile and a sexy wink on her face.

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It had been a long day at work. My regular lover had cancelled on me days before and I was sorely disappointed. Masturbation just wasn’t taking the edge off. I said to myself “Fuck it” and drove to a local bar where I like the staff and they have generous pours. I was wearing a tight little black sweater and black legs and my hair and makeup were perfect. I spent a few minutes chatting up the local patrons. Just chilling really.

I happen to look up and in walks this tall drink of water. GQ looking very handsome Italian man with great hair and a moustache and goatee. I love that look on men, it frames their lips and he had such a twinkle in his eye.

He sat next to me and ordered… wait for it… a “sody pop”…I’m thinking, “Are you fucking kidding me? You look like liquid sex and this is your order?” He catches me grinning into my wine and introduces himself as Mario. I exchange pleasantries with him but I can feel heat coming off him. I can always tell if a man is a good lover or not and I was definitely catching a vibe. He asked if he could buy me a glass of wine. I said, sure.

We began to talk about nothing in particular and somehow the conversation turned to sex. We were trying to be discreet but our bodies were being pulled towards each other as if by a gravitational force. He touched my hip and started to caress my thigh. That cologne was driving me nuts. I wanted to bite his neck. I could feel myself getting moist. I kept staring at those full perfect lips and by impulse I leaded over and kissed him. OMG, his lips were so soft and the feel of that beard..mmmmm. A real flavor saver. I started to think about what I would do to him.

He whispered to me…”I bet you have a beautiful pussy”…I instantly felt a small spasm in my twat. I boldly looked him in the eye and canlı bahis said “I want to fuck you”. I could see the stirring in his pants. We left the bar and I said, “Follow me, I live 5 minutes from here.” With that rogue smile he acquiesced.

We came in and I offered him a glass of wine. I’m a huge fan of Sauvignon Blanc and I find it gets me (more) in the mood. He said, No, that all he wanted to do was please me and he didn’t want alcohol to slow him down. I smile and think about how freshly shaved and tasty clean my pussy is and how I am dying for him to lick it.

We started to kiss and he was softly lifting my flowing blond hair out of the way, kissing my neck, caressing my beautiful 42DD breasts. I am moaning softly because he is making love the way I like it to start…slow, sensual caresses that I can feel all the way to my toes. He started to kiss down my body and to blow warm breath into my crouch. I resisted the urge to smash his face into it LOL.

He asked, “Do you want to go into the bedroom now?”

I took a final toke and said, “Oh hell yeah”. I lit all the candles on my altar and put some Chill music on. I couldn’t tell where he started and I ended, our bodies were intertwined. He took all my clothes off, leaving my tiny little panties on. He pushed aside the fabric and began to lick me with long strokes of his busy little tongue. I am not sure if I pushed my ass into his face or he lifted me slightly and snaked that long, muscular tongue into my ass. Ohhhh baby, yes, that’s the spot. He was sucking on my clit and pulling at my lips then alternating between fucking my ass with his tongue fucking my vaginal opening and rubbing my tiny clit in circles. I said, “Oh my Fucking God, you are amazing…you are AMAZING! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He flipped bahis siteleri me onto hands and knees. His tongue was buried deep in my ass and he was expertly playing with my clit. Oh, the intensity of that. Warm wet tongue giving me the chills. Slurping sounds and groans of ecstasy poured from his mouth. I had just watched this exact scenario on a porn video and had cum hard to it. More…more…more…

He put his finger inside me. I can’t usually take more than one because I do my Kegel exercises regularly and I’m pretty tight. But Mario knew exactly where my G spot was, he was putting slight pressure on it and causing me to cry out and hump his hand. I could feel the electricity in the air. Eros was definitely with us. I began to chant under the breath the Love words of the Ancient Ones…we were creating Sex Magick, to enable the flow of Kundalini.

He kept saying “You’re so beautiful… you taste so good…so sexy… your body is amazing”. I crawled to him on my hands and knees and I took his magnificent hard rock into my mouth I licked up and down the shaft and I played with his clean shaven balls. I tea bagged him and got underneath of him to play with his asshole.

I said, with a naughty little smile, “Get my phone, it’s picture time”.

He took pictures of me on my back with his dick in my mouth. I crawled underneath him and was licking his balls and asshole as I masturbated his cock with both hands. We got a GREAT shot of his curved Italian sausage in my mouth as I knelt before him. This was a huge fantasy for me because I like to look at the pictures afterwards and remember those erotic memories. He brought me to the edge of the bed and entered me. He had my legs up in the air and oooohhhh those beautiful pelvic thrusts. He was moving his hips in circles and bahis şirketleri I was loving every minute of it. I was fucking him with abandon.

The groans and sounds of him making love to me! So much passion. I pulled him on top of me so I could fuck him proper. He pinned my arms above my head and was sucking and licking my huge titties as he was thrusting in and out. I was yelling “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…I’m cumming” He pulled out and began to eat my pussy again. A drop of pre-cum had leaked out of him and he lapped it up like a good little boy…mmmmm

I started to get really bossy, as this Russian girl tends to do when she’s turned on. I told him to get on his stomach and I mounted him and rubbed my wet pussy all over his ass. I gave him a massage with my well-shaped gorgeous tits. He was clutching the sides of the bed and squirming. I could tell he was dying to get back into this pussy which was dripping with want. I put him on his back and pulled HIS legs up and out. I then started to deep throat his cock with his legs in the air and told him to fuck my face. I wet my finger and started playing around his anus again. Instantly his cock got harder. I know my men LOL.

I got on top and rode him like the Wild Stallion that he was…grabbing his head of hair, controlling the depth of him. I started to rock my hips and move them in circles. I breathed…” I want you to cum”

He said, “Are you sure?” I nodded. He thrust harder and exploded with a shout. We collapsed in sticky sweetness. Then, don’t you know, Mario had something up his sleeve. He started kissing my pussy and licking all that cum out of me. How did he know? Did he see inside my brain to know that I had been dreaming of that? He brought those full lips back to mine and thrust that eager tongue back in my mouth. Ohhhhhh…the combined tastes of our cum.so erotic…so delicious. I asked him, “Can I write about this?” and he was thrilled I fell asleep being cuddled in those strong masculine arms. This Stallion tamed this Wild Filly!

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The way her mons was stretched tight and outlined by the pale blue silk panties almost ran me into a pillar by the staircase. I don’t often become that distracted, and never by a woman in beige stockings.

It was the Prussian blue suit that caught my initial attention, those gold buttons flashing in the sunlight of the glass lobby. The hair looked blond, then passed behind a pillar near the bottom of the stairs, the same one I almost geeked into. It was in my general direction and my gait caught a little giddy up. She was moving at business pace up the stairs, and the sheer white stockings bade me follow.

I had papers in one hand, briefcase in the other, a need to be in three places at once, and as soon as I rounded the second turn in the stairs she was at the top, hesitating for just a second to check her watch. She was one flight up, the suit skirt pushed tight by her leg on the second to top step. Those white stockings, blue garters, soft blue panties. Without effort her rear leg pushed and she resumed her march. The subtle yet sharp striations of her muscles worked in perfect concert, and by the time I hit the top she was gone, disappeared into one of the admin offices.

I cherish such moments, the precision and body knowledge of a woman who knows where she’s going, what she’s doing. It’s all too rare on campus. Students are slobs; maybe one in twenty knows how to dress. Young men don’t even know how to tie a half Windsor. If I ever see a short skirt in class or waiting in my office, I can be sure someone has a problem with a grade. Last semester I had a nudist in my Noir Lit class. He got a B. Then there’s the kilt, which goes in and out of fashion every couple years, but absolutely has to be worn with underwear. The young rebels who taunt the establishment—and this would include the slob professors who dress like street urchins and couldn’t care less, at least until the tenure interviews begin—show up unshaven, in jeans, flip flops and fatty bare midriffs. They show up late. They show up high or drunk. They skip classes with impunity, but come the grades there is always contention.

When I see a creature sheer and precise, wondrously cared for and deliciously feminine, I notice.

The admin building is architecturally enlightening and cost the university 11 million dollars. It was named after a graduate who, during the ribbon cutting, had declared that he’d received no less than 500 letters from his alma mater over the years. Needless to say, alumni relations were housed in the new digs. I hit admin as seldom as possible, hobnob with the president and his wife at social gatherings, perhaps a reading in the new amphitheater, meet with the dean. I was just coming from his office when I glimpsed the blue rapture.

Generally I don’t screw my students, or my department faculty, or anyone connected to the university. I’d thrown a couple pokes into the last dean, but she was very ambitious and had gone on to the Ivy League. “It’s better to fuck ‘up'” was her favorite saying, and she liked to buy shoes at Maud Frizon so it was hard to argue her point. She favored the classic Dior suit and her academic rigidity was pulled right out of her sexual ego. She only liked to do it standing up, skirt hoisted, door locked, condom on, to Yanni. I preferred a brisk Celtic clog, but that was fluid under the fabric, as they say.

The new dean favored Brooks Brother’s suits and had wanted as a child to become an astronaut. Now he was merely egotistical and boring. He was a hands-on guy who loved to shake hands and pointed with his cigar at faculty garden parties. “That’s a begonia.” Actually, it was a lily, but one does have to kiss some ass. Today he wanted to discuss my departmental budget. The English and Communication department was by far the largest on campus, and as the Dean of Arts and Sciences he wanted to make sure I was on the fiscal ball.

“What are you doing over this way, John?”

I turned at the top of the staircase, looked like I knew what I was doing, and checked my watch. Always a good organizational tool, that. “Hey Fred,” I greeted the provost. “I’m hiring myself out as a whore to keep my people and programs intact. How’s Marta?”

“The lump was benign,” he sighed, though the way he usually complained about her at the gym made me wonder which way the sigh was leaning. “She wanted to thank you for the card you sent, it was very considerate.”

“Glad she’s doing well.” I’d have to thank my secretary, Annie, for the thoughtful correspondence. My eyes wandered over the three doors, wondering which, and I was thinking that if I stood there all afternoon I’d find out. “The kids?”

“Expensive, avoid them,” he said knowingly. “When’s that book coming out?”

As a published novelist and occasionally well known critic, my reputation and social standing were enhanced by the utter mediocrity of higher education, political correctness, and also by my bachelorhood. At every faculty gathering wives hovered and suspicious güvenilir bahis male eyes counted the herd. Fred just wanted a couple free copies, hardcovers naturally, to spread around his office.

“Should be on Amazon next month. There might be a lecture series in the city, speaking tour. Depends on the conglomerate that gobbles up my publisher next.”

“You’re pretty cynical for a single guy, John.”

“Just realistic, Fred. You going to the gym later?”

“All depends,” he said, looking at his watch. “You?”

“I have one class, then a mediation, a meeting I’ll probably skip.”

We said our goodbyes and Fred went into the door on the left. How tactful of him not to ask what I was doing on this floor. Never ask a question if you don’t want to know the answer. That’s the secret of success in bureaucracy. The secret of supremacy is knowing without asking.

That tight little mons walked me back to the department and a class on Joyce. To piss the kids off I gave a pop quiz. It didn’t do much to neutralize my frustration. I’d have to grade them. Fantasy got me through, and one of the girls wore a short skirt. I wouldn’t pop a student, but if I met her sometime after graduation…

The mediation was bullshit, but then they almost always were. The department staff meeting was equally entertaining. A roomful of academics howling for a reduced workload and higher equipment budgets, same old same old. I told them the story of Sisyphus. Never let it be said I wasted an opportunity to condescend.

I made it to the university gym by six, not bad for a Thursday. Changed into sweats and hoped it wouldn’t be crowded. Six is past the jock time, and co-eds don’t work out like they used to. Only the kid on work-study at the sign in desk, a couple kids rowing, some doing the Nautilus circuit, hard core lifters doing squats over in the corner, the usual assembly of lean machines on the treadmills. There was an opening on one of the EFX elliptical machines so I skipped the stretch and headed right over. I love the EFX, forward and back, light or heavy tension, adjustable height. I used to favor the Stairmasters, but the EFX had won me over, and it was easier and smoother than older stepping machines.

I started light and fast, to get the heart rate up around 150 and keep it there. The co-ed on the next machine started to race me so I took my hands off the arms and straightened up, speeded up. She didn’t stand a chance. I do it every day for at least a half hour, and she was starting to sweat. Women pause when they start to sweat in public, as if it’s unseemly, and I know they wouldn’t mind except someone might see them sweating, come over and sniff their pits. I gave her the thumbs up and a smile, good show. She smiled and gave me the finger. I pretended offence and went tsk tsk. She cleaned her machine and I closed my eyes. For the next twenty minutes or so I luxuriated in clean living and dirty thoughts.

When I opened my eyes at the beep I wasn’t alone on the machines. A blond woman with a ponytail and cutoff sweats was next to me, chugging away. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place her. I smiled a hello and she nodded politely. I finished, cleaned the machine, and went over to the free-weight area to do curls and flies. I’ve never understood why academics don’t work out more. Yes, we’re horribly arrogant concerning athletics and jocks, but inside it’s more a thing of being emotionally insecure, of going with the mind instead of the body. I’m only 43, but I’ve learned that without some kind of balance, there can be neither. The body as holistic unit, that’s what I practiced, though I’d learned not to preach.

From the free-weight bench where I was doing bicep curls I watched the blond through the mirrors on the wall. She wasn’t speeding along, but I could see she had it on resistance level 7 or 8 at least. The muscles in her legs were moving with a kind of strenuous elegance. I didn’t think I’d seen her before, but then thousands of people had access to this place. She straightened up to wipe the sweat off her face with a hand towel and the light bulb went off in my head. White stockings, pale blue panties, and an air of capability. I did an extra set with each arm to ward off the bone in my pants.

The surreptitious watching wasn’t enough, and I put my weights away, used my own towel to wipe off, slowing meandering back towards the EFX. Yes, I do love that machine, gives one tight legs, gets a serious sweat going, focuses concentration and sets the endorphins free. It’s also a good judge of character. She wasn’t burning herself out like a co-ed, had a long, stretching stride, and she was beginning to pick up the pace. I strolled casually over with the towel around my neck, still sweating profusely.

“How far you going?” I asked.

“Not as far as you,” she said, her voice a pleasant if strained midrange. “I can’t do this with my eyes closed. I start to wander, and I don’t know if my pride could take my falling on türkçe bahis my ass.”

“It’s more relaxing with the eyes closed, more fluid, like swimming in pitch darkness. At least that’s how I sometimes picture it.”

“Skinny dipping?” she laughed.

“Actually, today it was Ferris wheel sex with two midgets and a republican lobbyist I’ve always wanted to cornhole.”

That one almost tripped her, and her laugh was positively erotic, a kind of bubbly and wicked giggle. “Sorry,” I said, though both of us knew I wasn’t. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. I can see you’re building to the big finish.”

“In about a minute I won’t be able to talk.”

“Didn’t I see you over in the admin building? You had on a Prussian blue suit with white stockings?”

Her eye gave me the once over. Probably no one had commented on her attire all day. She didn’t really hesitate, but her manner seemed to stiffen. That happens when you connect disparate elements of a person’s life. “Prussian blue? Is there such a color?”

“Oh yes, the terminal opposite of Moscow red. One can find them on opposite ends of the fascist palette. A little militarism never hurt anybody.”

“You don’t sound like an administrator,” she huffed.

“Isn’t it irritating when people bother you just when you feel least prepared to speak coherently?”

She laughed again, then leaned into it for the final push. “Let me know if you need a countdown.” I grinned and pointed over to the mats. “I’ll be over there if you feel like stretching.”

She gave me the thumbs up and I ambled over to the mats and the big balls. After you’re done with a good sweat there’s nothing like stretching it all out. I use the big balls, for crunches and stretching out the back. Just roll over it and try to maintain balance, great for the core. And bent way back over the ball I could watch her, finishing strong, then cleaning the machine. Standing up, she was ramrod straight, the bare belly tight under the baggy cutoff sweatshirt, her legs slender, smooth and defined under what I wished were tighter shorts. She wore the sweat well, too. Her skin had a glowing sheen of health, and I’m glad my shorts were baggier than hers.

She came over to the mat area, sat down, spread and began stretching. I switched positions and began doing crunches, long and slow, pausing to heighten the abdominal tension. I could see her in the mirrors, those legs going farther and farther apart, her body leaning forward until her chin was on the mat. Gymnastic training, very laudable, and no doubt tasty.

I finished and wiped off, sat in the lotus and meditated. That’s always a good way to waste a couple minutes. I looked impressively peaceful, if a little disheveled. Her Chanel smelled intoxicating, filling me with positions of grandeur. When the scent grew stronger I opened my eyes, stretched as if fresh from a nap, and got up.

“You don’t look like an administrator, either.”

“Just a humble professor and department chair, nothing grand. I’m John Hubbard.”

“Lisa,” she said, “Lisa Price.” She extended her hand. We shook briefly; I loved the feeling of her warm, hot skin, moist and laden with feminine strength. “So you’re also a closet republican?”

“Fascist to the core, that’s me.” I watched her wring out her hair and redo the pony. “And while I’m doing the Goebbels’ bit, let me indulge my Gestapo leanings. What were you doing in the admin building today?”

“Security conscious, I like that. Yes, you would make a good fascist,” she said, appraising me slyly. Men rarely take off their wedding rings, and I had no lines on the fourth finger of my left hand. She took it in quickly, then extended her gaze to the mirrors. “You do this a lot?”

“Every chance I get. Is that Shalimar?”

“Chanel,” she said casually. “I like this big room, everything in one place.”

“Except when it gets crowded, like before vacations and during exams.”

“Stress,” she said. “Snack foods and booze and speed and exercise.”

“Don’t forget sex,” I said, heading over to the water fountain.

“With republican lobbyists,” she laughed. She had a water bottle, almost empty, and refilled it while I waited. “I had an interview.”

“And how did it go?”

“Piece of cake. I’m more interested in why you noticed my stockings.”

“I’m writing an article on seamed and colored stockings and their advertising potential. What did you interview for?”

“Alumni affairs is establishing a new trust. They need someone to steer giving campaigns. Do you give to your alma mater, John?”

“If you came into my office in white stockings I’d give it some thought.” I bent and got my drink, took a couple more to fill the belly and stave off dehydration. She had no rings on her left hand, no marks either. Her nails were short but shapely, clear polish. When you’re sweating like a pig no one will ever notice if you drool a bit.

“Prussian blue,” she laughed. “Now I get to shower and put on those dirty clothes.”

“Oh, güvenilir bahis siteleri that’s not so bad. Like to have a cup of coffee?”

“Caffeine, in my pristine temple? For shame, John Hubbard. I prefer cappuccino.”

That grinning giggle again. She looked about 30, probably had an MBA from some state college. Probably had teachers for parents, educational background, and felt more comfortable working in education instead of business, though the two are much closer than commonly believed.

“Well, they must be putting you up at the Sheraton. Why work out here?”

“Getting a feel for the place. I left my car in the admin lot, walked across campus.”

“That’s a nice hike. Didn’t any jocks accost you along the way?”

She smiled, transforming herself from attractive to lovely. She had the bones, the genes, and all the slim goodies I love so much. And she was bright, witty. I liked that. I liked that a lot. Fact, I liked her.

“I carry mace, John.” There’s nothing quite as erotic as a woman who looks you in the eye and might knock you on your ass.

“I figured you for a pepper spray gal.”

“Why, are you also doing a paper on that?”

We signed out and split at the locker rooms. “If you like, I’ll give you a ride back to your wheels.”

“What you really want to know is how long I’ll take to shower and change.” She turned her back and started walking.

“Well?” I said loudly, and she returned only that giggling laugh.

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I waited in the parking lot, standing beside the Saab, far enough from the entrance to get a good look at her walk. I didn’t bother to check my watch. She was, after all, a woman, in charge of time as no man could be.

The suit might not have been fresh, but she certainly was, spring in her step, hair brushed out full, minimal makeup, and oh yes, those white stockings, patent white heels. Even her smile was athletic, a bit of muscular contraction but something in reserve. When a woman who knows she’s being watched steps forward in the fading light of day with her head up, awareness extended in sixth sense, there’s a wonderful communion that takes place, a oneness with the natural world that never happens when men walk. We pretend to be above the plain, masters of our universe in a domain built for manipulation and deceit. I’d never lived my life apart from that illusion, but at least I recognized it. Women necessarily, by default and tradition and myth, maintain a much more complete and grounded view of the natural world, its holistic integrity and our modern social and political dynamics.

I wondered if her mother had read Erica Jong to her at bedtime, saving the zipless fucks for her own bathroom ecstasy.

Bag slung casually over her shoulder, Lisa emanated confident style, hips swaying just so. It wasn’t the hurried professional stroll of a businesswoman on her mark, or the exaggerated swing of a hooker in marketing mode, and eons past the head-down singsong shuffle of students looking to hide as they transferred from place to place. Her head was up and that smile on display, almost a sashay as she clicked and glided halfway across the huge lot. The last twenty steps or so she went into fashion mode and I could almost see her on the haute couture circuit. I laughed and opened the passenger door.

“Your carriage awaits, mademoiselle. But if you’re going to walk the runway in that outfit, you need a hat.”

She twirled and took charge of her own door, tossed her bag in the back, and looked at me while she climbed in. She wanted to see which I watched as she took the seat, her eyes or her thighs. My vision has always been excellent.

We took the scenic route through and around the campus. It was one of the older universities in the New York State system, had been private for many years but in the 1960s had fallen on hard financial times and was taken over by the state. It’s about 60 miles upstate, not far from the Hudson, Headless Horseman territory.

“Full spring,” she said, relaxing into the leather, “I like it much more than the early part, all that late snow and cold gray drizzle. You must be very busy with classes and your department.”

“May is too good to waste on students. I’ll do what they do, collect assignments and wait until the last minute, grade them all at once, do a half-assed job and argue the rest.”

“And your faculty?”

“Deal with the emergencies as they arise, and they always do. I’m a fair teacher, even inspired on occasion, but I can’t allow academics to subsume my life.”

“I’m not challenging you, professor. Just making small talk.” We passed an old power plant, stacks as high as my hopes. “I’ve read one of your books, actually, the postmodern examination of LBJ and the post-Camelot years as a precursor to Revelations. It was…interesting.” She rolled down her window to bask in the gloaming, breathe the air. Her nose was aquiline and almost perfectly straight.

I glanced at her, appreciating the careful praise, and was cautious myself not to blatantly look down at her legs. “And over there,” I pointed, “the dorms start. You can see the stadium lights. If you take the job, perhaps someday there will be a dome on top.”

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Samantha’s day started around 630 Friday morning. The weekend was so close she could smell it. After work she had to rush over to the travel agent to book her next overseas adventure. With some luck she might even get time for a sunset surf before a big night with her girlfriends. Life was busy, but that’s the way she liked it.

As a property manager it was one of Samantha’s responsibilities to inspect properties to ensure that the tenants were looking after them. It was a necessary part of the job but one she enjoyed. While she wouldn’t snoop as such she found it exciting and interesting to see how different people lived.

Today she had two new properties to inspect. two wonderful opportunities to explore. She looked over the files, the first was a young couple, their first inspection since moving in. The second was the house of a young professional woman who worked in insurance. She hoped their homes were more interesting then they seemed on paper.

She was about to down the remainder of her caramel latte with soy milk before leaving for the first property. Suddenly her phone vibrated between her legs. She felt like she had jumped a metre out of her skin as she looked around to see if anyone noticed.

She had sent a text earlier and intended to put it away but something had distracted her. She sat it in her lap nestled amongst the folds of her long skirt, pressed firmly against her groin.

She caught her breath as the shockwave passed through her. She had been on edge for weeks, it had been months since her last sexual encounter and these days it didn’t take much to get her going.

Retrieving the phone from between her legs, she gently pushed it against her groin without thinking. Closing her eyes to soak up the pleasure then trying to focus on the screen, she rolled her eyes at who it was from. Squeezing her thighs together as she read his messages was almost automatic. It was from James, an old flame, they occasionally still texted one another teasing each other with their exploits.

The message explained the night of hot sex he had just had but not in the level of detail Samantha wanted. He always left her wanting more but she didn’t mind. It seemed to arouse her even more. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip before putting her phone in her bag with an amused sigh.

The short drive to the first property gave her time to recover from her arousal. The hot air whirled inside the car from the open windows. She tried not to think about sex as she drove but she couldn’t stop the flashes of passion firing through her mind. She checked her phone as she pulled up in front of the first house, no more messages. Relieved she put the phone back into bag.

She walked to the front door looking around the front yard and making sure it was all in good order. She knocked on the door, No answer. She knocked again, louder, stating her companies name. There was still no answer. She sighed as she fished around in her hand bag for the key. It was just so much easier when they were home (but less fun).

Finding the key she inserted it into the lock and turned it. As she entered she loudly stated her company’s name again but there was still no response.

Entering more confidently, she put her handbag on the counter and began looking around. Admiring all of the holiday snaps and paintings. This was her favourite part, it felt so exciting and dangerous looking through someone else’s house while they weren’t there.

She found photographs of a couple (whom she assumed were the occupants) on a beach in some exotic location. The woman in a bikini and a man in board shorts without a t-shirt. The photos showed them laying on the sand, fooling about in the water and others. The photos were taken close up, ‘selfie’ style by the couple themselves. Her favourite was a picture of them locked in an embrace, kissing. They were both gorgeous. While Samantha knew she was straight she had often wondered what it would be like to be with a woman.

She returned to the counter and fished out the properties checklist and began the official inspection. Walking back into the lounge room she stopped cold when she heard a sound coming from down the hallway.

She couldn’t be sure but she thought she heard a voice. She knew she was allowed to be there but her voice caught in her throat when she tried to declare her presence. She waited, hearing only her own breathing. A few moments passed and she returned to her inspection, thinking she must have been hearing things. A moment later though she heard another sound, this time much louder. A woman’s squeal of delight, she knew she wasn’t imagining it this time.

The photograph of the couple flashed into her mind, then a flash of naked flesh, bodies entwined. She shook off the thoughts of the couple having sex from her mind, She’s just on the phone, yes, that’s why she didn’t answer the door. Samantha walked down the hallway “hello? It’s Samantha from Property Solutions, I’m here for your inspection.” Her bahis firmaları heart leaped into her throat as a door opened and a man appeared.

He was naked, for the most part, his groin covered by a shirt he held in front of him. He held the door half open and stood between the gap. Samantha caught herself staring at the shirt imagining what was underneath. She adverted her eyes towards his face but took the scenic route. He was no body builder but it was obvious he worked out. Defined muscles, flat stomach perfect skin.

“Can I help you.” he said smirking.

“Oh, Ah, My names Samantha, I’m from Propertity Solutions, I’m here to do yoo… your inspection. ” She smiled shyly, unsure whether it was a mistake or not. He smiled modestly back, he knew his current appearance was having an effect on her but spoke confidently like nothing was amiss.

“You don’t suppose you could come back a little later? We’re sort of… in the middle of something.” he gestured inside the room with an upward nod of his head. Opening the door ever so slightly. The ruffled bed sheets and long naked legs of a woman with red toe nails was all she was game to see.

“Ah, yeah, yes… sure of course… no problem…” She lowered her gaze down and away from him. She turned to walk away.

“Unless, you want to join us? He said in the most calm and matter of fact tone. Like he was close friend asking her if she’d like a cup of tea.

Samantha was speechless but she stopped walking away, turned and met his gaze. He dropped the shirt revealing himself to her with a cheeky smile. She drank him in, images of his large cock pumping her as she kissed and touched his girlfriend flashed through her mind. Her eyes glazed over, she took a step toward him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” the woman’s voice screamed returning her to reality. His girlfriend pushed him forcefully out the door and into the opposite wall of the hallway. Samantha took a step back as his naked girlfriend screamed at him. Samantha continued to back away, embarrassed. She turned around and made for the door, with a look over her shoulder she saw he had now pinned her to the wall and they we’re kissing. Her legs wrapped around him. Samantha giggled in disbelief at the pure outrageousness of the situation, scooped up her bag and ran to the door.

She fell into the front seat of her car, throwing her handbag into the passenger seat. She laughed again inadvertally squeezing her thighs together. It was then she realised just how aroused she was. Then the images returned. Her mind saying what if his girlfriend was up for it? What if she had just kissed him? what if she fell to her knees in front of him and took him in her mouth? what if? what if? what if?

She was grinding into the air now breathing heavy. Her nipples ached to be touched. She pinched one though her clothes for an instant before whipping her hand away. She had to stop. she couldn’t remember bringing her hand between her legs and slowing running her finger tips up and down over the fabric covering her dripping pussy. It took all her will to take her hand away from her groin but she did it, regretfully.

She turned the ignition and drove, one more property she thought, that’s it. Afterward she planned to stop in at home and get acquainted with her brand new vibrator. Then a nice a cold shower before heading back to work and onto her errands.

She leaped out of her car when she arrived, she wanted this inspection done quickly. All she could think about was pumping her dripping pussy with that vibrator. She knocked on the door announcing herself. In her haste she didn’t wait for a response, just opened the door. She peered in, the house was empty, thank god she thought.

She put her bag on the counter and started to look around. As she waked around the corner a man appeared, startled she stepped back cautiously. Oh Great! she thought not again. Then wow as she looked at him. Maybe it was just her arousal or maybe he really was the sexiest man on the planet!

“Can I help you?”

YES! she thought, you can bend me over that bench and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow! She bit her bottom lip at the thought. “Oh… hello, I’m… ah here to do the inspection”

“Oh, Yes, I remember Christine mentioning she had an inspection today. I ‘m her brother.”

No, she thought as he smiled, melting her. His deep blue eyes seeing right into her.

She didn’t notice that he didn’t give her his name. She broke from his hypnotising gaze and started the inspection. “So how long you been doing this?” he asked.

“A couple of years,” she replied, keeping her answers brief to discourage conversation.

“It must be hot out there, you look like you’re on fire.”

She was thankful that he had confused her out of control arousal for the summer heat. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. She figured she best play along, she didn’t want him to know the truth, or did she? Flashes of flesh distracted her once again. Ahh! kaçak iddaa she screamed to herself, co-operate brain, don’t do this to me!

“Yes, Please.” He caught her with his smile again and grabbed a glass from the kitchen cupboard, filling it from the dispenser in the fridge. He handed it to her using his free hand to cup the back of hers as she took the glass. She quickly raised the glass to her lips and away from his electric touch.

“Please, take a seat you look like you need to lay down.”

Another flash streamed through her mind of her laying on a bed, this stranger between her legs, fucking her. Breathing deep she sat onto a kitchen stool and pushed the images from her mind. He sat next to her but leaving a spare stool between them.

“So what are you in such a rush for?”

“Just eager to get back to the, err, office. It’s been a crazy morning.” She took another sip of water to hide her devilish grin.

“Really?” he said with a chuckle picking up on her awkwardness.

“Ah… Yeah… but you don’t want to hear about that,” Her breathing had steadied a little but her arousal had not. “I should really get back to work.” She stated, emptying the glass of water.

As she went to stand he placed a hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Taking her glass with his other hand he said casually with a subtle smile, “That can wait, relax a moment… tell me about your morning.” His genuine wish for her to take it easy was shining through as he truly believed the heat had gotten to her.

There was something about his authentic, caring nature that caused her to tell him the truth. With a deep breath she began the short version “Argh, I can’t believe I’m telling you this!” She tried to tell the story as casually as possible, trying to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “I just walked in on a couple having sex, at the inspection before this one. I made a quick escape but not before being propositioned by the woman’s boyfriend. Evidently the offer was without her consent and she flew off the rails at him and started hitting him” she laughed “then started to kiss him! I got out of the house just in time to miss watching them well.. you know. His eyebrows raised high at that, she laughed again wondering if he actually believed her.

“Wow, you’ve had quite a morning! Would you have taken them up on the offer if she was keen?” Samantha was speechless, her mouth slightly open stunned by the question. “I’m sorry, bit personal to ask someone you just met.”

“No, no it’s ok” She said finally regaining a bit of her composure. “Would you have? I mean if you were me?” Throwing the attention back on him to avoid answering the question.

“Probably, why not? It’d be an experience. Do you want to be 90, looking back on all the things you’d wished you’d done good or bad.” He stared deep into her as he spoke.

“No, I guess not.” she said smiling. “Have you ever done it before?” She blushed “if you don’t think its too personal.”

“No, not at all. Once. A girl I was dating and her a best friend.”

“Wow. I’m not sure I could, I mean I have thought about it of course but I’m not sure I could actually do anything with another girl.”

“Have you ever thought about watching?”

“Maybe,” She blushed again.

“Could always watch and see what happens. Never know unless you try it.” She tried but couldn’t fault his logic. She immediately started thinking about it again and the what if’s returned.

“Have you ever watched people having sex?”

He laughed as he picked up her empty glass and refilled it in the kitchen returning it to her hands. She smiled thankfully. “Oh I have watched many things.” He had such a knowing smile as he spoke. She knew there had to be more too it but didn’t want to dig too much for fear of being too forward.

“Sounds like there is a story there.” she giggled, deflecting, trying to get him to tell her more without her having to ask.

“I saw a lot of things where I used to work.” He smiled again teasing her, making her want to beg for more. There was a pause before she finally asked.”

“And… Where did you work?”

“A nightclub.”

“People grinding each other on the dance floor?”

“Not exactly. This club was different.”

“Different how?” She didn’t care about being forward anymore. He was teasing her, making her gag for more and more info. He was playing with her and she knew it.

“It served clientele with certain… tastes.” She sighed undetectablely at his cryptic replies annoyed but unable to help being excited by the direction their conversation was taking.

“What sort of tastes?”

“Darker, not exactly normal” With every answer their stares grew more intense, the world seemed to shrink.

She swallowed and took a breath. “Like a sex club?”

“Sort of. It was more of a… fetish club.”

“fetish club?” She knew what it meant but she wanted to play the game.

“Yes, people would come to satisfy their particular urges and desires in a kaçak bahis safe non-judgemental place.” He seemed to emphasise the words urges and desires but that could have just been the effect of her extreme arousal.

“What is it called?”

“Hellfire. No it’s not in Townsville, it’s in Melbourne.”

“What did you used to do there” She asked immediately, deflecting again, being caught out trying to find it.

“I worked as a master.”

“Please explain” she said flat out flirting now.

“Well, I would help people… indulge, giving them a release of sorts. One they couldn’t get in normal life for one reason or another. Perhaps they didn’t know anyone else into that sort of thing or were too embarrassed to tell their partners what they wanted. It is shocking how debilitating it can be to have a fetish or desire and have to hide it because you’re too scared to satisfy it.”

“So what would you do… exactly?”

He Smiled “What ever they liked, within the clubs rules of course”

“As in like…” She lowered her voice like it was a secret “Sex.”

He laughed “Oh no, not sex, that was against the rules, but it didn’t stop me getting a few phone numbers slipped into my pocket.”

“Wow, so you really took some of these girls home?”

“No never,” He laughed again. “I like to keep a line between the women I see on an intimate level and those I see in a more professional capacity.”

“So do you do this stuff with the girls you’re intimate with too?”

“Sure. If they want me to. But not to the same level. If I am intimate with a girl it can be uncomfortable and inappropriate. Some of the more extreme elements require a certain distance. If I’m in a relationship it’s hard to do things that might cause harm, even if I know she wants it or I know it turns her on. It can be difficult to take that step. So I find it easier to just keep the two worlds separate but I do tend to dabble sometimes.” He smiled.

“So why did you do it, do you like hurting people?” she asked suddenly concerned.

“No! of course not, its not about pain. While many of the girls are aroused by pain It’s more about trust. It’s difficult to explain the feeling when someone trusts you, I mean really trusts you. So much so they allow themselves to be totally open, totally honest, allowing you to see everything they are. Trusting you to do… well anything” He smirked.

“Anything? ” returning his smirk. “What kinds of things have you done.”

“I think the better question is what haven’t I done.” He stood and got himself a glass of water.

“Ok,” she blushed. “what haven’t you done.”

“Hmm…” he thought as he turned around and walked over toward her again. “I’ve never had sex with someone I just met without knowing her name.”

“But you have had dozens! probably more! in the club.” she said startled, completely missing the point swivelling the chair as he walked around her an sat back down. This time on the stool right next to her.

“Ah Yes, but remember I never had sex with them.”

“So do you ever give up control.”

“Sometimes, it depends on the girl.” he said laughing.

“What’s your favourite thing to do?”

“Teasing.” he leaned in closer and spoke seductively. “I like to tease and titillate the senses until she can’t bare it any longer, then I tease some more… Flooding her, with wave after wave of pleasure.” He stared into her eyes as he spoke.

She swallowed unsuccessfully, her mouth dry forgetting she was holding a glass of ice cold water. “Show me” she whispered, breathless.

Without a word he moved himself even closer to her. One leg positioned in between hers, his knee a mere inch from her groin. He took her hand from the glass and rotated her arm until it was facing palm up and laid it on the bench. He dipped a finger tip into the ice cold water, smiled and let little drops fall onto the bare skin of her forearm. Drip.

The cold was like electricity through her as each drop touched her skin. Each time she felt a drop she tried to squeeze her thighs around her clit but his leg prevented hers from closing. She realised he had done this on purpose to tease her before he had even touched her.

After several drops had fallen he lowered his finger down and began to connect the water droplets. He continued to caress the skin of her forearm. She started breathing even deeper and closed her eyes soaking up every tickle as the water evaporated on her skin.

With his other hand he traced little circles around the back of her hand as it sit on her thigh just above her knee. gradually applying pressure and occasionally scratching with a finger nail. He did this to for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly he stood and she opened her eyes aware of her surroundings once again. Is this really happening! she thought. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. This whole crazy morning had culminated into a state of arousal causing her to loose control. It was unprofessional and wrong. She was in another women’s house being touched by a stranger on a level rarely felt in a relationship. Do you want to be 90, looking back on all the things you’d wished you’d done good or bad? His voice reverberating in her head.

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Detective Inspector Sheila Maher and Detective Sergeant John Connolly swoop into the holding cell, stern-faced and determined to get my signed confession. They think I murdered Jack Behan and his wife Jinny, at their luxury apartment in one of Glasgow’s most exclusive residential areas. The crime took place two days ago and I was picked up in the early hours of this morning.

Maher looks in her mid-thirties. She’s of medium height, slender and elegant, pretty rather than beautiful. She’s wearing a mauve linen jacket over tight cashmere sweater, cut low enough to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. She reminds me in a way of Jinny.

Connolly is in his late forties. He’s tall and built like a bull; with hair closely cropped his face stubbled. His dark, casual jacket sits awkwardly on his frame, adding to his rough, disheveled look. He leans towards me, his breath reeking of stale coffee.

“So Michael, have you had time to think about this?”

“Nothing to think about,” I say flatly, “I’ve told you all I want to.”

Connolly glances at Maher and shakes his head. “You know this looks very bad for you,” he says to me. “You had motive, opportunity and you have no alibi.”

“Says who?”

Maher lifts a slim folder off the table and waves it at me. “Witness statements, Michael. They all point to you.”

The two of them sit there, staring me out. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, my eyes focusing on a point on the wall behind them.

“Just tell us, Michael,” says Connolly.

“We might even get it down to manslaughter. Crime of passion and all that.”

“Crime of passion?” Maher gets tetchy. “Come on, Michael! Stop this charade! You’re wasting our time.”

“I’ll tell you my story, but that is all.”

The bull snorts in derision and rubs his tired eyes. He starts the tape-recorder, gives the interview details and tells me to start. Maher sits back in her chair, crosses her long legs in a knee length skirt, and folds her arms under her chest. Again, just like Jinny, I think. I shake myself out of this reverie and focus.

It was Jinny who I met first. It was a year ago today, in fact, when I went to Behan’s Lounge Bar to ask for work. She was cool and business-like, telling me she wanted someone with experience and a good way with customers.

Behan’s was one of Glasgow West End’s oldest, most popular pubs. There was no loud music, TVs, gaming machines or pool tables. People came to drink and chat. I convinced Jinny that I had the experience she needed and she agreed to start me the following Monday. I found her a stunningly beautiful woman but I was well out of my depth with her.

There was a big red sign there with a white stripe through it. No entry. So from the day I started, I knew my place and treated her like I would treat any boss. I did what I was told and gave no argument, even when I thought she was being petty or fussy. As one of the pub regulars told me, you don’t mess with Jinny Behan. It’s only now I realize he didn’t mean that in the way I understood it at the time.

I think it was about a month later that I finally met Jack. He was a larger-than-life character in size and personality. When he walked into the pub in a long, camelhair coat and an old fashioned hat, I thought, Lee Marvin. The customers all greeted him, chatting him up and slapping his back like he was an old friend, but I could see the fear in their eyes. He wasn’t their friend. He was their patron and they were seeking assurance from him, as if afraid they might have somehow crossed him the last time they saw him. If any of them had, he didn’t show it. He showered them with insincere affections, shaking hands and wisecracking his way to the bar.

As soon as his eyes fixed on Jinny, she tensed up and almost forced a smile. She poured him a Jack Daniels with ice and introduced me to him. He considered me at length with a suspicious stare and asked me a few questions about where I had worked before.

The people around us watched the exchange with rapt interest. So far, I had built up a good rapport with them but I sensed that if Jack withheld his approval, they would desert me. He nodded at me and shook my hand.

“Welcome on board, Michael.”

The customers at the bar cheered and joined his toast to my good fortune. “Get on with it!” shouts Connolly. “Get to the point. You know? Two days ago? Jesus! I don’t want your fucking life story!”

“Okay, Okay. I’m getting to it.” I roll my eyes at Maher as if conspiring with her against The Bull but she offers not a glimmer back. I take a breath to recollect. Anyway, where was I? Yeah, things were going well in the job and by Christmas I was like part of the furniture. The regulars all called me by my first name and I knew theirs. Even Jinny had softened on me, making small chat with me before and after closing time, smiling at me as I bantered with the customers, flattering and flirting, making them feel good about themselves.

But one day I was güvenilir bahis chatting to a young woman called Breda, Breda Molloy, and she leaned forward at one point and whispered in my ear, “I’ve never seen Jinny smile at anyone the way she smiles at you.”

I felt myself burn up and tried to laugh it off but Breda wouldn’t let up. And just as she started to tell me she could read all the signs, in walked Jack and through the crowd he somehow managed to fix me with the coldest stare. Jinny noticed too but she didn’t come to my rescue. I glanced at her, panic stricken, but she turned her back on me to serve a customer.

Breda wasn’t much help either. Having applied the Judas Kiss, she scuttled away to a dark corner of the lounge bar. Jack came round behind the bar counter and placed a big, shovel like hand on my shoulder. “I want a word with you Michael; out back.”

I looked round at all the customers as if for the last time and followed him out to the storeroom. He stood there like a hangman, staring at me as if measuring me up for the gallows. Big alarm bells were ringing in my head at this point. The way he looked at me when he came into the pub. The way Jinny turned in fear when I appealed for help. The way Breda fled the scene. The way he led me to this dark, cold store room.

He knew. If harmless Breda Molloy could see it then so could he. But if he did know, he didn’t let on. Instead he patted my arm and asked me if he could trust me. My mouth was dry and I could hardly speak. I gave him a weak nod. He told me he needed a job done, a sensitive job, and needed a good man to do it, someone he could trust implicitly.

He was supposed to go with Jinny to Spain, on business, but something had come up and he had to cancel. But he still wanted her to go and take care of it for him, just not alone. He needed someone to escort her and thought I was just the right man.

“So can I trust you Michael?”

With the bells still tolling in my head and a shiver down my back, I smiled at him like a village idiot and said: “Absolutely, Mr. Behan! No problem!”

So he gave me an envelope packed with cash and told me to buy myself a good suit and use the rest for spending money. We were to leave in two days time, 30th December. The tickets were at the airport for us to pick up. I didn’t dare ask him why he couldn’t just send one of his heavies.

At this point in my story, Detective Maher slips a photograph from her files and places it on the desk before me. It’s a picture of me and Jinny, at Glasgow airport. We’re walking into the departures lounge. Her hand is rested on my forearm. We are looking at each other and laughing like a happy couple off on their honeymoon. I run a finger over Jinny’s slender, dead frame and push the photo back.

“This proves nothing!”

“Looks pretty incriminating to us,” says Maher.

“What? Two people sharing a laugh?”

The Bull Connolly just sits there, breathing heavy through his nose, cross-eyed and dangerous. Maher taps the closed folder with her long delicate fingers and smiles sarcastically.

“Michael, we have a whole roll developed in here and there are some dirty, dirty pictures.”

I know she’s bluffing. No photograph would reveal what passed between Jinny and me on that trip. She had warmed to me so quickly; it was like a rapid spring thaw after a deep winter. Breda Molloy had it right after all. She just saw it before I did.

The warm winter sun of southern Spain merely enhanced the feeling of something new, something growing between us. The soft, wanting glances, the merest touch of hand on hand, and when she called me to her hotel room that evening before dinner and had me sit on her bed to watch her undress and shower through the open suite door.

We barely exchanged a word or touch throughout. We just luxuriated in the adrenaline fuelled danger of discovery, and the unspoken understanding that I wanted to watch and she wanted to be watched.

The next day we met a Russian man, Valery Kirov, in one of those immense tourist hotels near Malaga airport. My job was to simply be there with Jinny, not to get involved in the business between them. Not that I could if I wanted to because they conducted their business in Russian. Maybe I was naive or maybe I didn’t want to know or maybe I was just so lost in the image of Jinny’s body under the hot steamy water the night before, but for some reason I didn’t sense any danger in this situation.

Jack would have sensed it right away. That’s what Jinny said to me on our way back on the plane to Glasgow. I looked at her for a few seconds, seeing the tension in her face.

“Then why didn’t Jack go with you?”

She wasn’t expecting this and turned back to the book on her lap. Nothing more was said between us for the rest of the trip. At the airport, she insisted on getting a taxi back home on her own. I didn’t argue. Inspector Maher leaned forward, folding her arms on the desk and showing off some more cleavage. türkçe bahis I thought again of Jinny that night, the water running in rivulets over her small, pert breasts, her nipples erect and hard as she ran her soapy hands over them.

Just then, I wanted to touch Maher’s but it was delicious enough to just imagine their warmth and firmness in my hands. She knew I was looking that them but made no attempt to hide from me. Yet at the same time, she fixed me with a hard gaze and dared me to lie to her.

“And was that the last time you saw Mrs. Behan?”

I nodded and waited for her to ask me more about Kirov but she just turned to the Bull, shrugged, and got up to leave. He signed off the recorded interview and ejected the tape. With that, they left the cell without another word, leaving me again to my own thoughts. I followed Maher out with my eyes, watching her move, her resemblance to Jinny so uncanny it unsettled me.

I lit a cigarette and sat back to think it all over. How had I ended up in a Strathclyde police cell accused of murdering one of Glasgow’s leading crime bosses and his wife?

I had called Maher’s bluff because I knew she had no “dirty” photos in her file. Apart from watching Jinny in the shower, nothing else happened between her and me in Spain. It was only when we got back that things got complicated.

I was down in the bar one quiet Monday afternoon, cleaning around, listening to old Duncan tell me one of his shaggy dog stories. Then came a delivery of bottled beer, which I was asked to sign for but couldn’t. It had to be Jinny. So I went back and called up the stairway to her. There was no reply. I called again; still nothing.

I took a breath and went up to her office. The door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open and peeped inside. Jinny was sitting on her office chair, her back turned to me, speaking on the phone in Russian. Her bare feet were propped on the solid oak bureau. Her skirt was hitched right up to her waist and her tight top rolled up over her breasts. She was masturbating with a vibrator.

I was both embarrassed and mesmerized, forgetting why I had come up in the first place. But there was another feeling, too, that took me by surprise: jealousy. Was she talking to Kirov? Her words quickly turned to sighs and moans, one hand applying the buzzing vibrator to her clit, the other pinching and pulling on an aroused, hard nipple.

She dropped the vibrator and closed her thighs on her hand, writhing, squirming and thrusting in the chair, until at last she threw herself right back, body arched, eyes shut tight. Her face flushed and sweated as she let wave after wave of shuddering pleasure wash over her.

It was when she finally opened her eyes that she caught a glimpse of me there in the doorway. She leapt to her feet, murmuring something in Russian on the phone before she hung up. In a fluster, she started fixing herself, trying to hide her nakedness from me. I turned my back, just as embarrassed as she was.

“Jesus Michael! How long have you been standing there?”

“Sorry, I called up a couple of times but you didn’t reply so…”

“Yes, yes…what’s so urgent?”

I turned to hand her the delivery manifest just as she was smoothing her skirt down over her hips. With a glare, she snatched it out of my hand, signed it and then told me to get out. I was shocked at her reaction, hurt even, but went back down to the bar and tried to put it out of my mind.

A little after closing time, as we were clearing up, she apologized. I told her it was me who owed her the apology, and we went back and forth like this a few times before laughing it off.

She poured us both an expensive cognac and toasted my good health. We made small chat for a while until she suddenly asked me how much I saw of her upstairs in the office. I hesitated but she came close to me and stroked my cheek, placing her lips to my ear.

“Tell me,” she whispered, her breath hot with the brandy, her hand slipping down over my crotch and squeezing. “I know how it made you feel. I could see.”

“I saw it all,” I lied.

She moaned, “Everything?”

I nodded. She sighed in my ear and nibbled on the soft lobe, her hand unzipping me and slipping in to draw out my hard cock. Her fingers felt cold at first, sending a shock of pleasure through the swollen, veiny shaft.

“What did you want to do to me right then, Michael?” she asked, pumping my cock in her hand. “Tell me!”

She slid down and took me to her lips, kissing up the hard, thick shaft, still urging me to talk to her. I told her how I wanted to kneel between her legs and lick her but she wasn’t interested in that. She was gripping my cock by the base now and running her tongue up and down, looking up at me, wanting to hear me talk dirty to her. So I finally let go and told her exactly what I wanted to do to her.

She groaned and started to suck me deep and hard and sloppy. The dirtier I talked to her, the dirtier she güvenilir bahis siteleri got with me. She wanted to hear details; every hot thrust, every feeling and sensation. She wanted me to tell her she was a slut, a whore to be used.

This was the woman they called The Ice Queen, yet she was hot and out of control with my fully erect cock in the hollow of her cheek, her tongue wrapped round it. She sucked me some more, long hard sucks, and then popped me from her mouth.

Gazing at my size and girth, she smacked and licked her gorgeous, wet lips. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth wide, inviting me to give her what she wanted. I took my cock from her and jerked it over her face. She groaned and urged me on, calling me names, swearing at me, grabbing my heavy balls and squeezing them, until at last I came, shooting spurts of hot cum into her mouth and over her face.

She cried out and took it all with relish, gagging slightly as she swallowed. Then she took my throbbing, sensitive shaft and sucked tenderly on it, cleaning it, making me groan with such intense pleasure. Once finished, she stood up to kiss me and whisper thank you. I knew she wanted nothing more to happen so I meekly said goodnight and went home.

How did she make me feel this way? How did she give me such power only to take it away so brutally? And why did I let her do it to me?

We had sex one more time after that. It was at her home on the night she died. Jack was throwing a party to launch his new business with Valery Kirov. Strangely enough, Jack and his new partner never mentioned what this new business was and everyone had the good sense not to ask.

Jinny was the perfect hostess, though, the trophy wife to end all trophy wives. She was stunning in a short, black dress, fine fishnet stockings, and impossible heels. Yet she moved around so easily and gracefully, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off her.

Occasionally, she would catch my gaze and give me a slight little smirk or wink. I wanted her in that dress and imagined having her there in front of the guests, in front of Jack, thrusting into her as he stared in shock and helpless rage.

Did she do it to him? Did she take all his power away from him and reduce him to nothing? Would she enjoy being taken in front of him, taunting him, knowing he was powerless to act? It didn’t happen that way, of course.

It was later in the evening, as guests drifted away. I was coming out of the upstairs bathroom and there she was, standing before me, fixing me with that wanton look. She pushed me back into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and locked it. I took her in my arms, kissing her full lips, her face, running my hands up and down her tall, sleek body. She tilted her head back to allow me to run my tongue along her neck and over her ear.

Then she took my right hand and pulled it up under her dress, up over the stocking tops, between the warm, slightly sticky flesh of her thighs. She opened for me and allowed me access to her warm mound, already wet for me through silk panties, already wanting me. Her hand over mine, she moved it harder and faster on her until she was moaning and groaning in my ear, and kissing me with raw hunger.

We were beyond the point of stopping then. She pushed me back and turned to face the door, very slowly hitching her dress up over her hips and bending over, looking back at me, eyes demanding.

“You want it Michael?”

We both knew we hadn’t much time before Jack would start to wonder and come looking for us. It had to be now and it had to be fast. I moved in behind her and eased into her tight slit, her long gasp exciting me all the more. I got a firm grip of her hips and started to thrust my shaft into her in long, slow strokes.

She yelped and cooed despite the danger of discovery. And I couldn’t help but to grunt and snort. She was so tight. I knew our animal noises would give us away; and the harder I fucked her, the louder it would get. So I slid out, took off my necktie and gagged her with it. This excited her and she accepted it willingly. Then in return she slid out of her lace panties and gagged me with them.

Now I lost control. I got aggressive and manhandled her, bending her over before me again and giving her fine, firm ass a sharp smack. The gag stifled and muffled her loud yelp and I put my swollen cock back inside her, groaning into her panties that stuffed my mouth. I felt her tighten and squeeze on the shaft and pumped it into her in slow, strong thrusts at first, my hands on her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh.

She was so tight, so hot, I wanted to grunt and groan out loud. I wanted to smack her ass over and over, leave my handprints on those cheeks, brand her as my bitch and call her the dirtiest names; but I couldn’t. It had to be quiet and controlled and that is what made it so intense.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, reining her in like an animal in heat. I slapped into her, her muffled moans and yelps driving me to do her harder and deeper and faster until we spasmed together, her pussy contracting intensely, lapping up my warm fluid, squeezing every last drop from my engorged cock.

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The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 14 – A Successful Arrest

I said “J.R., did you get that on videotape?”

“Yes sir.” said Crime Lab Technician J.R. Barnes, who was recording with a videocamera.

“Christina?”

“Yes sir.” said Christina Cho, also recording.

“Captain Ross, did you observe that?”

“Yes, Commander.” said my partner.

“Detective Cummings? Washington?”

“Yes sir.” both said.

“Sergeant Rudistan, did you observe that?”

“Oh yes sir, I did.” Rudistan said jovially.

“Morton?”

“Yes sir.”

“Pastor Westboro, did you observe that?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid that I did.” said Pastor Westboro, his voice sad and his face downcast.

“What? What is it?” asked Cassie Sanderson. I took the cellphone from her hands.

“Cassie Sanderson,” I said, “you are under arrest for the murder of Emma Washburn, a human being. Lt. Perlman, take her away.”

“Yes sir.” said Tanya. She affixed handcuffs to a totally stunned Cassie, reciting to Cassie her considerable legal rights.

“Okay guys, get affidavits from everyone else here, including each other.” I said. I walked up to Pastor Westboro. “Pastor, I don’t want to inconvenience you by having you come to the Station. So if you will just give Detective Cummings your statement here, you can go home when you’re done.”

“Yes, er… thank you, Commander.” said Westboro, who was also stunned by the turn of events. “I’ve heard about your abilities, Commander, but this is the first time I’ve had the chance to observe them so closely. I must admit that I am stunned, truly stunned.”

“Thank you, Pastor.” I said. “Now if you all will excuse me, I must go to Headquarters.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Cassie Sanderson was in Interrogation-1, her lawyer Fowler in attendance. I went in with Paulina Patterson and Detective Joanne Cummings, with Rudistan guarding the prisoner.

“That was entrapment, Commander!” Fowler snarled. “This will not hold up! I will have your badge for this!”

“I’ve heard that before.” I said. I took a document from Paulina and handed it to Fowler. “This is a warrant for the sting operation you witnessed today. It’s not entrapment. It’s a sting. And Cassie fell right into it.”

“What the hell did I do?” Cassie asked, a mixture of disbelief and anger in her voice. “I showed you the right picture.”

“How did you know it was on that phone?” I asked. “And how did you know that was the phone from which the photo was auto-uploaded to Facebook? And how did you know the code?”

“Obviously, it’s my phone.” said Cassie.

“Except that we found it at the Washburn home, where you planted it.” I said. “You were hoping we’d think it was Chris Washburn’s phone, and that we would blame him for his wife’s murder. And you might well have succeeded if you had not been stupid in other areas.”

I continued. “Also, that phone is a burner phone. Last, but not least, if it’s your phone, who was using it to take that photo of Emma? You told me earlier that you didn’t take that picture. So if you did take it, you were lying to Police, which is a felony crime in this State. Also, if it was you that took it, you’re guilty of the murder. But if it wasn’t you… well, obviously it was, and you knew too much about it.”

I met Cassie’s stare of disbelief now mixed with hatred as I said “You gave yourself away when you saw that mirror-image photograph, then went for the phone to make your alibi hold up. You should never have known that the uploaded picture was on that phone.. but you did, and you demonstrated that by actually unlocking the phone to show me the picture.”

Cassie’s face was turning to shock as she began to fully realize what she had done. “Ohhhhh, shiiittttt.” she moaned.

Her lawyer Fowler had seen enough, and admitted defeat: “What kind of deal can we make?” he asked.

Paulina said “If you save the County the expense of a trial and don’t waste our time, confess and give a full statement, answer all the questions to the Commander’s satisfaction, then I’ll offer twenty-five to life with possibility of parole.”

Cassie took the deal, and began talking. When she finished, I only had one question.

“Cassie, are you sure you don’t know who else besides your son that was having a sexual affair with Emma? Are you sure she told you nothing?”

“I was telling the truth, Commander.” she said. “Emma did not confide canlı bahis things like that to me. I didn’t even know she was going to Culinary School at the Town Technical Institute for months, until she suggested we start a catering and photography service. She never mentioned the men in her life, besides her husband.”

Part 15 – The Emma Washburn Solution

Friday evening, September 25th. The party at The Cabin was attended by me, Laura, my mother Phyllis, Jenna, Cindy, Cindy’s sister Molly, Teresa, Joanne, Joanne’s fiancé Seth Warner, Theo Washington, Tanya Perlman, Jack Muscone (as Tanya’s date), Sheriff Daniel Allgood, and his lovely wife Melina. The kids (Laura’s, Molly’s, Melina’s, and Tanya’s) were also there, being watched over by the redoubtable Bowser.

Daniel and I cooked hamburgers and hotdogs while Laura and Melina had prepared all the trimmings. Cindy and Teresa brought beer and colas, and Joanne brought several cakes she and Melina had baked… with Joanne teaching my ex-wife how to properly bake a cake, I might add.

“So,” said Cindy to Daniel within my hearing, “it was Chief Bennett that got the Council started on this rank structure thing?”

“Yes, it was.” said Daniel. “I don’t think he ever liked the current structure. He found some ears on the Council that were willing to listen, and poured some ideas into them. I don’t think he liked it when the other Study Group members insisted on getting Don’s input, but I don’t think it’s going to be any big deal. It’s the Fire Department and EMTs that might erupt. That’s been brewing for some time.”

“Yeah, I know.” Cindy said. “And I think I know why Chief Bennett did what he did…”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile…

Melina and Joanne were telling Laura that they were planning a deer hunting trip to Lake Amengi-Nunagen. Jack Muscone overheard and said “Laura, that reminds me… some properties up there came up for sale, if you want to check them out.”

“Way ahead of you, Jack.” said Laura. “I’ve already put down an option for a place on Lake Watchacoochie, which is east of Lake Amengi-Nunagen and over the ridgeline. It’s going to be a surprise for Don on his birthday, October 26th… well, if I can keep it secret from him until then.”

“Good luck with that, sis.” said Melina. “Nothing gets by that man. Nothing.” Joanne giggled.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Are you ready for your Academy class Monday?” Teresa asked Cindy as they munched on snacks.

“Yeah, I guess so.” said Cindy. “I’ll be bored as hell for two days, but I’ll do it.”

“I have a surprise for you.” Teresa replied. “I’m going to be there with you.”

“What?!” Cindy asked, stunned. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Teresa said. “But you won’t have to sit in the class alone. We’ll tell everyone we’re monitoring what’s being taught, and we’ll get our refreshers so we can make sure our Detectives are doing it right.”

“What did the Commander say when you asked him to go with me?”

“I didn’t ask.” Teresa replied. “I told him that I was going with you. He just asked who I was going to leave in charge of Vice, I told him Purvis needed a shakeup and some testing, and he told me to have a nice day and to get out of his office.”

“Well, I’ll appreciate you being there with me.” Cindy replied.

“What are friends for?” Teresa asked. “I’ve got your back, sister.” Cindy just hugged Teresa in response.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“How is the Nextdoor County Police, Lieutenant Evans?” Teresa asked Molly, who smiled.

“It’s going very well.” Molly said. “I’m getting up to speed, mostly doing desk work, which I’ll be pretty much restricted to until the baby is born in November. To be honest, though, Janet Riordan had a pretty good Vice operation going, and with you kicking ass in this County, the pipeline to the City through our jurisdictions is considered to be the ‘Road of Death’ for drug smugglers.”

“The City gets supplied along the Southport-Midtown-City route.” Teresa said. “Our problem is the lucrative market of University students. But I’ve been picking up on some increased traffic in things besides drugs… contraband, stolen goods, weapons and explosives.”

“Yes,” said Molly, “Janet showed me some things, too. We’ll have to have an official cooperative pow-wow about it soon.”

“How’s Captain Moynahan and Frank Soltis in Midtown?” Teresa asked. “I haven’t talked to either of them in a while.”

“Frank is doing okay. He might be transferring to the Mob Squad… which actually investigates corrupt politicians more than Organized Crime, as you well know from your time down there.” Molly replied. “Captain Moynahan is being boxed out and shut off, and with his team disbanded he’s pretty much twiddling his thumbs awaiting retirement.”

“That’s too bad.” said Teresa. “With the possible exceptions of Chief Griswold and Commander Troy, Captain Moynahan is the best cop I’ve ever known.”

“That he is.” bahis siteleri said Molly. “Just keep your eyes peeled and your ears open. If what I’m hearing is true, he’ll be landing on his feet…”

*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*

The musical quality sound of a spoon tapping a glass echoed through the air, rung by Cindy Ross.

“Okay, everyone,” Cindy said, “it is that time again. I saw it all, and I am still not understanding, so would the Iron Crowbar please tell us how he solved this case?” A loud acclaim of cheering and applause started up, aided by Bowser barking in displeasure at the noise. I gave my dog (okay, Carole’s dog) a comforting skritching before moving over to the group.

“All right.” I said as we all sat down in chairs and on the sofa in the main room of The Cabin, the view outside fading as it began getting dark and the lights of the room reflected off the bulletproof glass of the windows.

“This was one of the most interesting cases I’ve had since coming to the TCPD. It looks simple, but as I think about it, it was pretty complex.” I thought about it, then said “So… in order to help everyone can understand this, I’ll reverse my usual pattern. I’ll talk first about my own observations, then about what led up to the murder and the burglary.”

I began. “We had a body of a Jane Doe, a married woman who had no fingerprints on file with the FBI. The body was dumped in a ‘dead/live’ zone behind the Ladies Auxiliary Clubhouse, which is interesting in and of itself. She had bruising on her face, which would suggest that the beating was a cause-and-effect relationship to her death. That turned out to not be the case.

“I’d expected to hear from family of this woman’s disappearance, but we never did. Considering that even prostitutes have had family contact us in the past when their loved ones went missing, this was really strange. And it got more strange when we responded to a burglary call, and lo! and behold! there is a photo of our victim on the wall. This could not possibly be a coincidence with two crimes surrounding this woman, could it?

“But before I ever saw that photo, I already had an idea that something was wrong with this picture, pun fully intended.” I said, to tepid laughter. “As I looked around, something was odd. A mantle clock had been moved from the mantle, where it had sat for a very long time, to the long side table. But when I looked under the clock, there was plaster dust scattered evenly on the table from where the TV had been ripped off the wall. I realized that the most likely explanation of that was that the burglars had moved the clock from the side table, maybe to the floor or a nearby chair, to get to the TV on the wall… and then someone put the clock back on the side table!”

“Now why would someone do that? I thought to myself. Why not either leave the clock where the burglars put it, or put the clock back where it came from on the mantle… where I could see it had been, and where Cassie confirmed it had formerly resided upon my asking her about it. I asked Captain Ross to make sure that the Crime Lab documented that strangeness, though I did not know yet what it meant.”

“I found that out soon enough,” I said, “when I went into the office room. I saw the picture of Emma on the wall… our unreported, unclaimed, dead victim. And that is the moment I suspected Cassie of being the murderer. It could have been Sean, but I suspected Cassie, especially over time, because she had the explanation of the clock being moved, she had moved it herself by her own admission. And I was already discounting Emma’s husband, who we had not yet met. The reason for that is the photo I found on the office desk, of Emma posing in front of the clock on the side table.”

Seeing the looks of utter fascination, but also of non-understanding, I said “I realized immediately that the clock had to be put on the side table so that it would appear behind Emma, and that the clock had to be returned to the side table because it was meant to be an alibi for someone. The clock was not operating when the photo of Emma was taken, and Cassie had set it to 8:00pm when she took the photo of Emma.. yes, Cassie was the one who took the photo. She knew the Police had to see that clock on that side table so it would appear natural that it was in the photo. She lied and said she didn’t take the photo, but that was easy enough to see through over time.”

“I’m already lost.” said Seth Warner. Joanne patted his thigh.

“It’s harder to explain it than to have realized it.” I said. “The photo being found on the desk was necessary for the alibi, as well. Cassie had that photo with her at Marlena’s home, so it wasn’t stolen. This was actually a bit of coincidence and luck that she did have it, as she could not print another one… the printers were stolen… and it was an important piece of her alibi. So, who knows why she had the pic with her at Marlena’s?”

“Oh, isn’t that obvious?” said my mother Phyllis, her bahis şirketleri eyes twinkling, already seeing it fully. “That one is easy, son.”

“Easy?!” Cindy exclaimed. “Maybe to you, Mycroft, but not to me!” Everyone laughed and agreed.

“And Mom, why is that?” I asked.

“Why, the Facebook upload, of course.” said Phyllis with a knowing smile. Everyone else was still stymied.

“Okay, let me show you this.” I said, taking out my Police cellphone and bringing up the photo. “This is what I made the mirror-image out of. It is the picture I took of the photo on the desk… let me say that again: I took a photo of a photo. And I realized that that is what Cassie had done… she used the burner phone to photograph the photo, and it auto-uploaded. She did this at Marlena’s house. She excused herself to go to the bathroom at just the right time, clicked the pic, and it uploaded. The Facebook photo is a snapshot of another photograph, not the original photograph!”

“Ohhhh, I get it!” Joanne said, as if she’d found a new toy to play with. “The original photo of Emma was taken earlier, this photo of that photo was uploaded at 8:00pm, though Emma must’ve been killed earlier! It was an illusion, to create an alibi.”

“Yes, exactly!” I said. “The auto-upload was crucial to the alibi. Without it occurring at the right time, Cassie is left hanging in the wind. So is Chris Washburn, for that matter, but I’ll get to that later.”

“So I already knew two things…” I continued, “that either Cassie or Sean was the culprit in the murder, and also that the burglary was a separate, coincidental event.”

“Okay, I’ve followed you to this point,” said Tanya Perlman, “but now you’ve got me.”

“The reasoning goes like this.” I said. “The clock was put on the side table, removed, then put back, and I know this because of the way the dust settled on the table in such an even manner, and only then was the clock put back on the side table. If Cassie or Sean was staging the burglary, either would have likely left the clock where it was, knowing its importance to the murder alibi. I might add that Cassie and Sean were not at home during the burglary, and we have witnesses to that.”

“So the burglars moved the clock, Cassie put it back. Ergo, the two crimes are very likely not as directly related as it would appear. This became very important later on, too.”

“We move to the Washburn home.” I said. “When we arrived, Chris was drunk as a skunk, like some of you are about to be if you keep drinking that beer.” Tepid laughter. Your Iron Crowbar is just not a comedian.

“Even in his presence, I had already all but exonerated Chris as the murderer of his wife. Co-conspirator? Maybe, but I was skeptical, which would be borne out later. At any rate, we found several cellphones and the pictures in the house. I thought of the possibility that those phones were planted to incriminate Chris, though I did not follow that route very hard. But it would come in handy for the sting.”

“So,” I said, “returning to Chris: he’s drunk, he’d been drunk for a while. He took the Fifth, which in a rare occurrence actually showed me he was innocent! Why? He knew that his wife was in danger, he knew that he himself was in danger. By taking the Fifth, he keeps from slipping up. And only afterwards does he find out that his worst fears are confirmed and his wife is dead, when I told him we’d found her body.”

I added “He also knows that he’ll be the primary suspect, and he thinks his explanations won’t hold water with the Police–“

“And with any Police Department that does not have the Iron Crowbar, that would probably be true.” said Cindy Ross. “I need not add that I’m still not following this very well.”

“Yes, this is where I went outside the box and used some imagination.” I replied. “I realized it almost unconsciously, and it was because of the bruising on Emma’s face from days earlier. The beating was systematic, as revealed by M.E. Martha’s astute observations that were in her autopsy report. The beating was not the wild randomness of a drunk man beating up his wife, so it likely was not Chris in a drunken state.”

I went on: “Someone had beaten Emma to get information out of her, I realized. What information? Photographs and/or videos. Which ones? The only anomaly in those photos… was the hairy-legged man fucking Emma that was on Chris’s computer. Not Sean… but another man. Emma sent Chris that pic, risking trouble in her marriage, as a way of preserving a record of his existence. She may have sent others to her husband, or to somewhere else, but so far the FBI has found nothing in Alaska. She may have done it so that if something happened to her, Chris might ask the Police who the Hairy-Legged Man was in that photo. Alas, her ‘protection’ did not work.

“Anyway, this other man obviously thought she had more photos of him, that gave more of his features, even his face. And that is why he beat the hell out of her, to get the photos that would identify him–“

“Ah, and this confirms that the burglary was separate from the murder.” said my mother. “This man was behind the burglary, after Emma told him that the other pics were in Cassie’s house.”

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They had been getting steadily friskier all the way home from the bar. By the time they got in the elevator, he could already smell the faintest whiff of her arousal. As soon as the automatic doors began closing from opposite sides, she turned to him and he bent his mouth to hers for a long passionate kiss, and to hell with the CCTV camera spying on them. It was a short ride, but the elevator opened to find them lost in each other’s embrace. He stuck a foot in between the doors right before they closed again, and the doors begrudgingly slid opened once more. As she fumbled with the house keys to let them in, he continued to kiss her neck insistently. “Hang on one second, mister!” she giggled.

As soon as they were inside he turned her around to face him and scooped her up in one smooth motion; one hand easily supporting her cute little ass, leaving the other free to roam all over her back. Her designer bag fell to the floor, neglected, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, put her arms around his neck and met his fervent kiss with equal passion. With his last bit of presence of mind he pushed the door shut with a foot, and then he carried her like that to the bedroom without her tongue ever leaving his mouth.

No words were necessary between the lovers. As he gently lowered her to her feet in the bedroom, his fingers held on to the hem of her slinky little dress, pulling it over her head and off her eagerly outstretched hands. She sat down on the bed in front of him, urgently working the buckle of his belt. She unbuttoned his denims and went to unzip him when she discovered there was no zipper; it was buttons all the way down. She shot him the most annoyed look, which set him laughing in amusement. Soon she was laughing with him as he haphazardly yanked his clothes off and joined her in bed. Her impatience had given him an idea; the poor girl didn’t know it yet, but she was really in for it tonight.

In seconds they had peeled off every shred of fabric from each other’s bodies. He kissed her as his hands wrapped her up protectively in a heady mix of love and lust. He puller her into him as his kisses moved from her mouth to her ear and slowly down to her neck. He loved hearing her gasp and moan so close to his ear as his tongue worked its magic. Once he made it all the way down to her collarbone, he pushed her roughly on her back and pinned both her wrists above her head with his left hand. She remained there submissively; only her gently undulating hips signaling her impatience. She watched him as he drank in the sight of her naked body without bothering to hide the insolence.

“Fuck babe, you’re so fucking beautiful!” She could see in his eyes that he meant it. Flattered but also a little shy, she smiled coyly and turned away from his gaze.

Still holding her in place, he reached with his other hand and began to drag his fingernails down slowly from her wrist. By the time he got to the soft inside of her elbow, she was beginning to arch her back in anticipation. As he moved further down and slowly grazed her armpit, she couldn’t help but twitch under him and let out a loud moan. “It’s not fair. You know all my spots,” she said. “You have too much power.” He smirked as he suddenly dragged his nails lower and over the side of her left breast, purposely missing the sensitive areola by a millimeter. She moaned louder and her hips came off the mattress only to grind against thin air. He laughed, audibly illegal bahis amused.

“I shall have my vengeance!” she snarled at him.

“Not tonight hon,” he chuckled as his hand caressed her tummy, moving down to her thigh and then back up the other leg. He gave her another long kiss as his hand moved over her bare flesh, pulling her into a lover’s embrace as he finally let go of her pinned hands. She melted into his chest and instinctively began to gently grind into him. Light as a feather he brushed a fingertip on her sensitive nipple, unexpectedly giving her what she had been craving so badly. Her eyes flew open and her whole body jerked as she moaned in shameless pleasure, “Oh baby! Yes! Again please.” Less is more sometimes, he knew.

“I love hearing you moan, hon. You have no idea what it does to me,” he said.

“I just can’t help myself,” she whispered. “Look, you’ve barely touched me and I’m already dripping wet”. She took his hand gently and placed it between her legs to make her point. She was not exaggerating. He brought his hand up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then without taking his eyes off hers, he licked the finger clean and savored every drop. “I want to taste you so bad, babe,” he said. “You’re going to be my dessert tonight.”

She tried reaching down for him, but he gently brushed her hand away. “My turn first!” he smiled.

With that he began kissing his way down her lithe dancer’s body. This time, as he moved down from the neck he didn’t avoid her breasts. She moaned loudly as he finally gave her aching nipples the attention they needed, “shhh… the neighbors will hear you!”

“I hope they do!” she snapped, pushing his head back to her bosom. He went down like an obedient puppy and didn’t come up for air until her moans had reached a crescendo and tapered off. Down his tongue and fingers traveled to her sexy tummy, paying special attention to her belly button, then lower to her sides and to the outside of her toned thigh. All the while she writhed and moaned her pleasure and her mounting frustration.

Finally, he sat up on the bed and moved to her feet. She immediately opened up her legs for him, inviting him, practically begging him. He was looking at her with such intensity they were both consumed by it for a moment. He knelt by her legs, picked up a foot and brought it to his mouth. Her fists closed tight around the sheet in anticipation of what she knew was coming. “Dammit,” she thought to herself. “He really does know every single goddamn spot.”

As his tongue swallowed up one toe after another, swirling around, sucking, kissing, teasing the sensitive skin between her toes, she went wild with pleasure. He knew all the spots, but he also knew how to keep her guessing. All she could do was close her eyes and ride the roller-coaster he was taking her on. After what seemed like an eternity he moved up from her toes, leaving a trail of kisses on both ankles, calves and the delicate insides of her knees.

By the time he reached her inner thighs, he could see her arousal dripping freely all over the sheets. Her hips would thrust involuntarily every time his tongue met skin. The sight triggered such a wanton lust in him that he almost forgot his devilish plan for her and gave in to her pleading overtures. Somehow, he got a hold of himself at the last moment. He was going to make sure she remembered this night for as long as she lived.

Finally he arrived illegal bahis siteleri at the crease of her thigh and licked it all the way from the bottom to her pubic mound. She thrust up again and tried to get his mouth to line up where she desperately wanted it. He deftly avoided her effort and licked her on the other thigh. “Please love, please!,” she whimpered. “No more teasing! I need you right now.”

What man can say no to a beautiful girl begging him to eat her out? He slowly opened her up with his fingers, found a comfortable spot between her legs and gave her a long slow lick all the way up her sex, spending a couple of extra seconds gently teasing her clit. The guttural moan that escaped her lips told him she was ready. “God damn, baby I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but please don’t stop!” Slowly he licked her again, deflecting her frequent attempts to grind against his mouth. He would give her what she wanted, but on his terms. On the next pass he changed the pattern his tongue made as he went up, driving her crazy. Just as her moan faded out, he called out to her.

“Babe…”

“What?” she looked at him in a daze.

“You’re not allowed to come without my permission,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.

“What?! But I’m so, so close! Please just let me.”

“You don’t come until I ask you to. Is that clear?” he ordered, ignoring her plea. She realized this was not a negotiation.

“Yeah,” she said meekly.

“Yeah what? I want to hear you say it.”

“No coming until you say so.”

“Good girl,” he flashed her a smile before diving back into his dessert. The thought that she might disobey didn’t even cross his mind, nor hers. He went right back to licking her agonizingly slowly, and she responded with another long moan. “Do you have any idea how much I love the way you taste?” he asked between licks. “I can never get enough of you!”

One by one he started pulling all the tricks out of the hat. Just when she had settled into the relaxed rhythm of his tongue, he teased up her hood and gave her clit a few quick little flicks. Instantly her moans got louder and her body rose up to meet his tongue. “Fuck yes baby, just like that please!” she begged. He obliged. Within seconds her legs were quivering and she was writhing around like a woman possessed.

“Don’t you dare come!” he ordered her.

“Then stop! Stop now!” she moaned in utter despair. As his tongue moved away from her clit, she looked at him with big, puppy dog eyes. “Please! Please let me come. I’ll do anything!”

“Not a chance,” he said as he gently began his ministrations again. This time she felt a finger sliding inside her as his tongue began working its magic. She gripped the sheets tight once again and surrendered to the pleasure and the inevitable frustration. She was no match for the combination of finger and tongue, and before long she was quivering again. So close! He was in no rush, but his relaxed rhythm was all it took. She could feel her climax building gradually from somewhere deep within her. She let it build and build until the very last second before she was about to lose all control.

“Stop!” she shrieked, and he immediately withdrew. “Attagirl,” he encouraged.

“But I wanna come so bad! Please? Pretty please? You want me to beg, because I will.”

“You already are,” he informed her. “But the answer is still no.”

He let her rest for a half minute, climbing canlı bahis siteleri up to giver her a long kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth, communicating the desperation she was feeling elsewhere in her body. He felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough to end the torture yet.

Down he went once again, this time focusing his attention solely on the clit. It was time to bring out the big guns. Very lovingly he moved her hood up and closed his entire mouth around her clit, careful to not graze her with his teeth. Gently sucking it in, he began licking it in just the way he knew would drive her utterly insane.

“Fucking bastard!” she screamed at him as the pleasure took hold of her. “O my god! Yes baby!’ she screamed so loudly that he was sure it had woken the neighbors. “Yes, yes, please don’t stop, baby please?!”.

“No coming!” he warned in a muffled voice without stopping what he was doing. She had pulled the sheets right out from under the mattress, and her tiny body was moving all over the bed in spasms of pleasure. He drank every drop of her wetness as she turned into an incoherent puddle of joy. He knew her body inside and out. He could tell from the intensity of the quivers that she was seconds away from a massive finale, but he didn’t slow down.

“Baby! Baby! Baby!” she screamed in despair as she pushed his head roughly away from her.

“Stop, or I WILL come,” she whimpered, her desperation slowly giving way to resignation.

“Aww, you’re such a good girl,” he reached up and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “That’s for following orders.”

“Keep your kiss and gimme what I want!” she shot back.

“Nope.”

With scant warning he dove back in and focused entirely on her clit once more. When he added a finger to the mix, she thought she was going to pass out from the overwhelming sensations. Her entire universe was reduced to the point under his tongue, as the rest of her turned into a babbling, rambling mess. From somewhere deep within her she heard a voice come out.

“Stop! So close! Stop!”

But he didn’t stop. Panic gripped her because she was on the verge of losing herself and disobeying his sacred order.

“Babe stop or I’m gonna come!” she pleaded.

“Go ahead” he mumbled from between her legs.

“Really?” she couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah honey, come for me! Gimme everything you’ve got.”

As soon as his tongue touched her clit, she surrendered to the force of nature that was washing over her like a tsunami. “Babyyyyyy!” she screamed as the first wave consumed her. Nothing existed in the universe save for her pleasure and his tongue. The moan continued as her body thrashed all around the bed. He stayed with her all through it all as they rode out the orgasm together. Even before the first one ended, she was overcome with a second, bigger wave that all but obliterated her consciousness. Spasm after heavenly spasm contorted her body into obscenely gorgeous poses. It was easily one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen and heard.

He knew exactly when to gradually slow down and bring her gently back to earth without breaking the blissful spell. Slower and slower he went until he was gently resting his tongue amid her delicate folds, not moving at all. He felt her body shudder a couple of times and then begin to relax as the spasms finally ceased and she passed in and out of consciousness.

Then she curled up into an exhausted little ball. He spooned her from behind, wrapping her up tightly in his strong arms. Pulling the disheveled sheet over their naked bodies, he nuzzled her neck and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she fell into a deep, contented slumber.

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