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I was what most would call the typical wallflower type; my appearance was never my main concern. Mind you, my clothes fit my physique, but not as well as they could of. I was 6′ even and spent a lot less time than I should of tending to my loosely curly brown hair. My eyes were brown and someone had told me once I had a ‘chiseled chin,’ I was never quite sure what that meant, but it sounded good.

I had recently joined the company’s gym and was there for the first time, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to get in a good workout. I had heard it was a great stress reliever and man did I need that.

Adam that worked in the office next to mine came up and we started chatting about this or that, nothing real. When all of a sudden he says, “Oh by the way, remember that woman that just started in accounting, the blonde?” “Remember how could I forget, those legs are always on my thighs, oops, mind.” We laughed. “Well, this is your lucky day pal, she wants to meet you.” “No shit”, I replied. So, we worked out the fine points and he gave me some pointers on my courage, then suddenly, he was on the cell, and was talking to her. He looks at me and says, “7 tomorrow night good for you?” Somehow, I stumbled out a meek “yea”.

I had seen her around the office plenty of times but never really had the courage to speak to her. She was out of my league. I was so nervous I could almost feel myself shaking. Bethany was a stunning natural blonde and had a perfectly proportioned figure. I relaxed (as much as I could) as I rang her doorbell and when she answered, I was even more pleased with the way she looked.

She wore a thin white blouse, which fit loosely, a black stonewashed jean skirt, which stopped above her knee, and high heel shoes.

As I drove, I spent almost bakırköy escort as much time looking at her as at the road.

We went from one destination to another enjoying ourselves thoroughly at each place. As the night progressed, we relaxed and moved closer and closer. Our last stop was a small cafe to get a late night snack. As she sat across the table, I felt her foot gently caressing my leg. I stopped talking and moving for a second, then continued but in a different manner. I didn’t discourage her from continuing so this went on for a few more minutes. Then she went to the ladies room and when she returned, something about her appearance had changed but I couldn’t tell what it was. It was about 2 a.m. so I suggested that it was time that I drive her home. As she got up and we walked to the car I realized what she did to her appearance, she had removed her bra. The nipples of her firm 36″ breasts gently poked through the blouse begging to be noticed. I let her in the car and walked around the other side and when I entered, I glanced at her and noticed that she had unbuttoned one button from her blouse, exposing the side of her breast almost completely. When she saw that I had noticed her, she moved toward me and we started kissing, slowly at first and then wildly while we ran our hands all over each others bodies. I unbuttoned all the buttons all the way down to her skirt then slipped my hand under her blouse and gently caressed her exposed breast while she unzipped by pants and ran her hands over my growing bulge. After what seemed like forever, we released each other. I realized we were still in the parking lot of the cafe but really didn’t care too much if anyone was watching, but Bethany insisted we move to a more secluded location. Without beşiktaş escort getting dressed, we drove to her place. I stayed hard the whole way and when arrived my dick was aching to be let free.

We entered and started kissing wildly and continued caressing each other in the entrance hall. We moved to the bedroom where she finally shed her blouse, displaying her treasure chest. She took off my shirt and I kissed my way down the front of her body until I reached her skirt. I unzipped it and continued kissing my way down. She was wearing a g-string with only a small piece of thin, see-through material covering her pussy. I kissed it gently and she let out a small moan of pleasure. I kissed my way back up and she gave me the same pleasure. She kissed me all the way down, unbuttoned my pants, and kissed every inch of my dick through my briefs. I could barely hold myself back from just thrusting my hot rod into her juicy hole. Nevertheless, I held back and we pressed our bodies together while we kissed.

Then I felt her hand move to my ass and pull the briefs into my ass to make it look like a g-string. I moved my hands into the exact same position on her body as she moved along mine. Then she moved from my ass toward the front and she slipped her hand into my briefs, pulled them off, and pulled out my red meat. I did the same to her, took off her g-string, and exposed her moist inviting pussy. She wrapped her hand around my pulsing dick, moved down, and kissed the tip. I nearly exploded my load right then and there but I held back feeling the pleasure wave build. She put my tool in her mouth and sucked it hard and confidently. It was great. She moved away and I moved down to meet her pussy to return the favor. She laid on her back on the bed beylikdüzü escort and I kissed her area at first then slowly moved in deeper and deeper with my tongue, exploring every inch inside her until she shivered in orgasm. Then she pulled me up to lick some of her juices off my lips and grabbed my dick, aimed it, and I plunged my rod into the waiting hole. We lay there motionless for a moment. We moved and rolled around while I was deep inside her. I very slowly started sliding my tool in and out and gradually accelerated the rate. Then, I felt her shiver in pleasure and kept that pace in order to keep the ecstasy going. Then she moaned as my dick swelled and pumped a huge load inside her. I stayed in her for a while to relax and enjoy the feeling of the hot pussy around my dick.

After a few minutes, she got up, left the room, and returned with a can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over my dick and balls and I spread some all over her pussy. We lay there talking about the experience we just had and how much we enjoyed it. Then I felt myself getting big again, then she started licking off the cream and we rotated so that I could lick off her cream at the same time. We just kept right on sucking on each other long after the cream was gone. I explored her pussy while she sucked hard on my dick. I felt a pulse and the pleasure wave started moving through my body and released another load that, according to her, was good to the last drop. I kept on eating her until she climaxed. I didn’t stop there we wanted more. I swore I would keep going until I could unload another round again. She worked constantly with my equipment to bring it back into the game. Then I rolled onto my back and she got on top and presented me with her breasts while she rode my dick. I loved the feeling of having her hug my dick with her pussy. We peaked at the same time and she collapsed on top of me and pressed her body on mine.

Finally, we both relaxed and fell asleep around 5.

This was the beginning of a long and interesting affair, which I will describe in episodes to follow.

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WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature – do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Open Wide and Say “Ahhhh”

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses shorting each other out, I thought, “Gee, wouldn’t it be keen to tell the story of how I, Harvey Marcus, got started with all of this screwing around. I mean, it didn’t just happen out of nothing. Everything has a cause, a spark, an ignition. So, here’s another Official Retrospective, detailing how I involuntarily got sucked into a campaign of accidental sex with all of the world’s eighteen-year and older females.

Episodes One and Two found me seduced by two different babysitters. Episode Four partnered me with a coworker. This jumps back to my Third Episode. Sorry for the temporal dysfunction, but sometimes a story grabs me by the scrotum, and sometimes not.

I won’t try to pre-tell the story, except to say it doesn’t involve a dentist. You’ll just to have to scroll down and keep reading.

* * * * * * * * * *

Twice a year, my wife Harriett sees her gynecologist. It’s the closest thing we have to a sex life: someone sees her naked pussy and I pay the bill. She doesn’t say a word about it, and I figure no news is good news. Although, if she had a sexually transmitted disease, I was safe anyway. This time, after her visit to Good Doctor Everhardt showed up in the online recap of recent charges, she had something to say. “Harvey, Dr. Everhardt prescribed some crème for my, uh, privates.”

Too bad it wasn’t the spermy creme from my cock. “Is there something wrong?”

“I don’t think so. He detected the beginning of a rash. He ran out of free samples when I was at his office, but his receptionist called and said they’d just received some. Doesn’t it make sense to try it before buying it?”

That was the mistake I’d made. Harriett and I had deferred sex until after we were married. She insisted. Only after we tied the knot did I find out how disinterested she was.

“So, on the way home tomorrow, could you stop by his office and pick up the sample?”

Now, Dr. Everhardt’s office is hardly on the way. It’s at least ten or so miles west of my normal route, and then another ten back. “Why can’t you do it?” It was a fair question.

Harriett put her hands on her hips.” I have a volunteers meeting for the local refuse committee.”

I was going to quip, “Oh, that garbage?” but that would get her angry, and we’d have another fight. I was smart enough to pick my fights, and this wasn’t worth it. Her errand was just something else to get between the end of my workday and a home-cooked meal. With her meeting, reheated sounded certain. And when Harriett cooked anything at all, ordering out was forbidden. “Sure. What’s the address?”

Harriett gave me Dr. Everhardt’s card with all of the relevant details.

So the next day after work, I redirected myself to the doctor’s office. I thought about Harriett’s rash and the creme. Lord knows, she won’t let me apply the stuff. Not even my finger can get close to her pussy. God, celibacy is hell. My thoughts turned to the two babysitters who it had been my privilege to fuck. Oh yes, and the second one’s mother. But that had been months ago, and my growing stash of Penthouse Forum magazines and the occasional British tabloid Mayfair had been inadequate substitutes for the real thing. I’d even concocted fantasies about some of the women at work, intimate affairs that would never come to pass. The fastest way to getting fired is screwing around with co-workers.

I parked easily, since the Medical building was closing up for the night. Any reasonable people, doctors and patients, had gone home. As I opened the door, a young woman scurried past. A hint of whites beneath her coat made me believe she was a nurse or something. The waiting room of Dr. Everhardt’s office was empty. Just as I tapped the little silver bell on the counter, a tall man in a lab coat escorted a dumpy middle-aged female from the back. “See you in six months,” said the handsome gent. Dr. Everhardt, I presumed. Curly dark hair, square jaw, classic roman nose. Could have been a movie star. Probably popular with his female patients. My mind leapt to a projected fantasy, Dr. Everhardt standing sarıyer escort between some patient’s spread thighs, a warm, inviting vagina staring him straight in the face. What will power he must have to deal with temptations of the flesh.

Doc looked at me. Odd to see a man in his office. I was about to tell him who I was and why I was there when the door swung open. A tall woman strode in on spike heels, a thin beige coat over a plain black dress. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bitch!” She was extremely tan, too dark to be natural. A tanning salon was a sure bet. Her current condition, older, more wrinkles, couldn’t hide her previous youthful beauty. She was still in good shape, although her hips had spread and her ass was a bit too full. Too many different blonde streaks in her brunette hair, pulled back into a bun.

Doc turned his attention from me to the new arrival. “You are?”

“Ruth Needham-Cohen. I’m your six o clock.”

Her hips were on automatic, jutting this way, then that. She may have parked her car, but her engine was running, that was for sure.

Doc looked down at a bound paper calendar on the receptionist’s desk. “We’re going to have to reschedule. My nurse is gone and I-“

“That’s okay, I trust you.”

I stood there, out of the loop. Harriett’s sample was in a small white bag next to the appointment calendar. I couldn’t just take it and leave. “Excuse me, I just need to pick up-“

“Shaddup!’ Needham-Cohen shouted. “I have an appointment. Obviously, you don’t.” She turned to the doctor. “Which examination room are we going to use?”

“I’m very glad I have your trust, but there are laws,” said Doc. “A nurse must be present for examinations. You understand, a male doctor alone with a female patient. It’s for your protection.”

“But I don’t need protection.” Her voice had more of an edge, like a parent trying not to scold a child while scolding a child. Her hands were fists. Her bouncy happy demeanor had become hostile, like a child not getting her way. She must really need someone to check out her “privates”, as Harriett would say. I decided to leave before she got angry and took it out on me. The scorn of Harriett would be easier to accept than the wrath of this stranger. She was clearly hostile and dangerous, despite experiencing her for only a few minutes. I headed for the door.

“One moment, please,” said the doctor. I stopped in my tracks. “As I said, for your protection and to obey state laws, there must be someone present.”

“Someone, hmm?” Needham-Cohen looked at me. “Wait a second. Can it be anybody? Like him?”

She didn’t have to point. I was the only “him” in the vicinity. “Huh?”

“That would be quite unusual. Normally, it’s one of my nurses-“

“But he’ll do, right? As a witness?” Needham-Cohen’s smile returned.

“If you insist, this gentleman could be in the room, if he doesn’t mind-“

Up to now, my services as a voyeur hadn’t been cleared with me. The idea of seeing this woman getting examined while naked was quite titillating. And, I’d get to witness Dr. Everhardt’s style, how he handled his patients. But I didn’t belong there, I still had to drive home, my stomach was past ready for dinner, even a reheat of one of Harriett’s creations. “Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. My name is Marcus, and you have a sample for my wife.”

Doc handed me the small white bag and smiled, his teeth gleaming white. “Send her my regards.”

Needham-Cohen took off her coat, waddled over, hips swaying, and grabbed my shoulder. She kept her voice low while Doc disappeared down the hall towards what I presumed were exam rooms and his office. “I bribed the nurse to go home sick so I could be alone with the doctor. Now it’s all screwed up, unless you cooperate.”

I looked at the empty corridor. Doc was certainly a desirable catch. “I’m sure you can find another way. Ask him out for a drink?”

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m here to get laid, not exchange pleasantries over Chablis. I made a bet with the women in my book club that I could get laid in my gynecologist’s office. Big money is riding on this, and I’m not about to lose. So you’ll stay, or else.”

The threat was vague, which made it questionable and compelling at the same time. What could she do to me?

The crow’s feet around her eyes tightened. “I’m going to undress and seduce the doctor. You just observe and don’t say a word. Got it?”

Needham-Cohen was a determined and hard woman. The doctor deserved better, but who was I to pass up the chance to see someone else have sex? At least this time, I’d be an observer, not a participant, unlike my sexual encounters with the two babysitters. And one mother.

She flounced over to the counter and smashed the bell. Dr. Everhardt came out. “Are you still here? As I said, I have to close the office.”

“He’s agreed to observe.” Ruth bent over and moaned. “Please, doctor, it hurts so bad. Please.” Her dress, a plain black esenyurt escort number with scoop neckline, stretched taut across her ass. She wore a thong, the thin lines of which were clear beneath the tight garment.

“And you’re willing to have this stranger observe?” he asked.

“Yes, anyone, the pain is too bad.”

“Is it true? You agree to this – this – procedure?”

I nodded.

“Very well.” Everhardt led us back to a dimly lit examination room. He pointed. “You can undress behind the screen. There are fresh gowns-“

Ruth had already started to disrobe, reaching behind to unzip the dress. “Give me a hand,” she asked me.

The doctor was shocked but turned away to gather his instruments and stuff on a stainless steel tray. “All right. The quicker we get prepared, the quicker we can all go home.”

I assisted with the zipper. Doc didn’t know that she would be demanding a home run before anybody left. Was I really going to see Harriet’s gynecologist fuck this woman? The black dress fell to the floor, leaving Ruth in bra and thong. There were hints of cellulite in her thighs, but she was in very good shape for a woman of her age. Much better than Harriett, although I hadn’t seen Harriett naked in a very long time.

Ruth removed her bra. Her breasts sagged a bit, milky, although she certainly wasn’t nursing an infant at her age. Her skin was dark except for light patches on her breasts and across her lower stomach, where she’d worn a minimal bikini in the tanning bed.

She practically jumped up onto the examination table, startling Dr. Everhardt. I stood by, on the side, watching with eager anticipation. This was going to be better than any X-rated VHS tape I’d ever purchased, except for the bootleg of an underage Traci Lords. While undressing, Ruth had not exhibited any symptoms of pain. Once on the table, Ruth’s hand caressed her belly, and then slid down to her pussy. “Doctor, what’s wrong with me? I feel so empty.” She lifted her legs and slipped the thong off, tossing it behind her on the floor.

Dr. Everhardt guided her legs into a pair of stirrups. Ruth assisted by spreading her fleshy labia. “I’m so empty, and I need to be full-filled. Please, can you help me?”

Everhardt leaned forward to examine her labia and vagina. When he did, Ruth grabbed his lab coat and pulled him forward. Her other hand reached for his crotch.

“What’s wrong with you?” Everhardt tried to back off but Ruth had a tight grip. She used her other hand to grab his belt, then went after his zipper. In short order, she’d extracted his penis from his underwear. It stuck out from the opening, small and limp.

Still holding his belt, Ruth’s other hand massaged his cock. “Come on, Doc, you must think about sex sometimes, with some of your patients. Have any of them every offered themselves to you? And have any been so willing?”

Everhardt’s cock remained flaccid and small. Ruth’s best efforts were having no effect. Doctor Handsome was either impotent or gay. It didn’t matter to me which.

Everhardt broke free of Ruth’s grasp. “Madam, I am a professional. I never violate the principles of medicine-“

“Shut up.” Ruth was breathing hard, fingering herself. “I need to be fucked, right now, or I’m fifty thousand dollars poorer. Do you hear me?”

The doctor put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. “I’m afraid I won’t participate in some blackmail scheme-“

“It’s a fucking bet, you idiot!” Ruth’s hips were lifting with each thrust of her finger into her pussy. She caught my gaze. “You, over there.”

“Me?” Didn’t she remember that I was there at her insistence, only as an observer?

“Yes, you. Do you like women?”

“Yeah, I sure.” Especially naked ones who masturbate in front of me.

“Come closer. Check me out. I won’t bite.”

I didn’t believe her, and I wasn’t up to date on my tetanus shots. Moving closer, I could hear the wet sound of finger in pussy. From a distance, I’d seen the motion, but now her vagina was in high def.

“Can you get it up?” she asked.

I stood in stunned silence.

“Are you deaf? I asked, can you manage an erection?”

I nodded. I was already somewhat inflated, in anticipation of their coupling.

“Well then, come on. Let me see.”

I didn’t have to drop my pants. I was under no obligation. But Ruth had just failed with the good doctor, and I knew how it felt to want sex and not get it. I unbuckled my belt, unlatched and unzipped. My pants dropped from the weight of wallet and keys in the pockets. My erection was evident in my jockey shorts.

“Oh shit! Come here, stud. What’s your name again?”

I approached the exam table. “Marcus. Harvey Marcus.”

“Show me your cock, Harvey Marcus.”

I slid down my jockeys. My erection was mostly complete. A bit of anxiety and embarrassment kept me from full extension.

She stared at my crotch. “You may be a Marcus but you’re carrying quite a Johnson. You will fuck me, won’t you? Let avrupa yakası escort me take back the question. Watch this, doc, let a real man show you how to please a woman.”

I froze in place. Was I really going to fuck a complete stranger, just because she asked?

“I’ve got a big surprise, something no other woman has ever done to you. Come closer and let me show you my special skill. I’ve been working on it for months, just for the doctor. Put your finger here.” She pointed to her vaginal lips.

I leaned forward and ran my index finger vertically. “Like this?”

“I won’t bite. Stick it in, all the way.”

I switched to my middle finger. Why they call it the fuck finger I’ll never know. Her pussy was moist and loose. I could have used two or three fingers. My knuckles rubbed her labia. “Okay?”

Ruth tightened her vaginal muscles. “Feel that? Can you move your finger?”

Barely. It was essentially trapped in her cunt. “That’s really tight.”

She released the pressure. Shit, what that would have felt like around my dick.

“Go on, touch my pussy with your big dick. What’s the matter? You’re not a virgin are you, not with a salami like that? Don’t let me cool down here.” She sat up, grabbed for my dick, which was just beyond her reach. “It’ll feel nicer with your prick inside. Now!”

My stomach was grinding, and not just due to lack of dinner. Maybe it was ‘command performance’ aspect that caused my cock to shrink a bit. Maybe because this was a stranger. Maybe my dick didn’t like being second choice.

“You’re losing it, honey, and so will I if you don’t perform.” She rubbed her belly. “Step closer and slap your cock against my pussy. You don’t have to put it in. Just thrash me, like I’m a bad girl.”

I figured she was, bad that is. I advanced and thumped my cock against her wet crotch. After a dozen or so slaps, my cock had hardened.

“Good,” she said. “Now, touch my pussy with your cock. Feel how wet I am.”

There had to be a limit, or I’d be fucking a total stranger. Yes, I’d had my way with two babysitters and the mother of the second one, but sexual intimacy with someone I’d just met? Was I so horny from lack of Harriett’s interest that I’d screw anybody? “I can’t.”

Ruth’s voice got stern. “You have to, or I’m $50,000 poorer, and I can’t afford that. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll – I’ll – I’ll tell everyone Dr. Everhardt raped me.”

Up to now, the good doctor had his back to us, cowering at the way his examination room had become an instant brothel. He gasped. “You wouldn’t! I can’t-“

“You’d rather come out of the closet to refute my allegation?” asked Ruth.

“No.” It was a whimper. The not-so-hung doc hung his head. “You win.”

“What?” I was shocked by the doctor’s words. “Wait a second. Isn’t this my decision?”

“You’ll have to do what she says, or she’ll destroy my practice. I have too much at stake.”

In retrospect, this was my first encounter with blackmailed sex. “Fuck (fill in the blank) or I’ll (threat).” The two babysitters hadn’t threatened me, They’d just put me a position where putting my cock in position was inevitable.

This time it was coercion, two against one. I put my one cock between Ruth’s two vaginal lips and rubbed the head of my prick against her moist labia in a circular pattern. “Like this?”

Ruth leaned back and moaned. “Oh, yes!”

I moved cautiously, an inch at a time. Ruth shook with my advance. I expected her cunt to clamp down any second, but it didn’t. I stopped at half depth and held my position. That’s when she clamped down. I couldn’t move. No in-and-out. No feeling at all except the pulse of blood throbbing in the walls of her vagina.

Leaning forward, I pressed the sides of her breasts together and kissed her nipples, then sucked them, alternating. Her cunt loosened. I used the opportunity to slide out a bit. Her pussy gripped my dick. I flicked the tip of my tongue against an engorging nipple. Her muscles relaxed, allowing me to jab forward. Every suckle softened her for probing. I timed my mouth and my hips so that I could get a fucking rhythm going. Maybe making her cunt into a vice was pleasant for her. All it did was keep me hard. Oh, and I was hard, and anxious to ream her out. All I had to do was pay attention to her tits and I could fuck her real good.

Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. I withdrew and gave her half my length again. And again. Her thighs tightened and loosened, her feet flailed behind me, punching my back. Her hips lifted from the table with each thrust. God, she was an active sex partner, nothing like Harriett. And nothing was the sex Harriett offered. I punched up my enthusiasm, with short strokes and longer strokes. Her hands grasped for my waist, my shoulders. I attempted to kiss her but she jerked her head to the side, avoiding my lips. “We’re fucking here, not making love.”

And that was the difference.

So if we were fucking, didn’t she deserve the whole burrito? On my next thrust, I didn’t hold back, driving balls deep into her.

“Gooodddddd! Sooo deeeep! Don’t stop, don’t you dare.”

Her wish was my command. My hips jerked and twitched. I wasn’t planning anything, just letting my cock guide me. And it was going crazy, reaming her. The head tickled, and I knew what was immanent, “I’m going to cum.”

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Author’s Note

All text in parenthesis are text messages that I am sending to the male character in the story.

**********

“How’s it going with Shelly?” I texted him.

I saw him glance at his phone and then at me. He was talking to our boss across the room during our department holiday party. We had hooked up a few times about six months ago. I never thought we would date, we both had long commutes from opposite directions.

When he walked away from our boss I texted him “She treating you right?” I included a winky face with that one.

Again he looked at his phone and then back at me, the look on his face seemed to ask what kinda bullshit I was trying to pull on him.

“I’m single again. Didn’t work out with Colin.”

He glanced over and gave me that pursed lipped “I’m sorry.” look.

“Ya it sucks but you know what they say.”

He raised his eyebrows, apparently he did not know what they say.

“You know best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”

He looked away, it was now clear I was going to try to fuck with him in some way. He knew me well enough to know that.

“So you didn’t answer, she keeping you happy?”

He gave me a sarcastic thumbs up. He didn’t put his phone back in his pocket though.

“Come on this is boring, tell me, does anadolu yakası escort she give good head?”

This time he just looked away.

“Does she swallow like I do?”

I could tell he wasn’t going to look back at me now, but he was looking at his phone very quickly each time I messaged him.

“I can read you, that’s a no. She does suck you off though right?”

“Oh god, you should never play poker I can read your face. She thinks it’s gross doesn’t she?”

I grinned at him. He didn’t seem as amused.

“Remember after graduation last year? We could hear parents congratulating their kids on the other side of the wall. I liked that.”

“You must have too, you didn’t last very long.”

That one got a look.

“Don’t worry your cock always felt great. Sometimes I miss it. I think about it sometimes….”

“You know, like when I am alone. That’s when I think about it.”

“Last week I thought about it in my car as I was driving. It wasn’t that safe, I was for sure distracted while driving.”

He bit his lip a little bit.

“Do you ever miss our hookups? It was fun wasn’t it?” The glance he gave me I couldn’t read.

“Come on admit it, you liked having a little fuck toy at work.” Now the look was clearly that of ataşehir escort a man saying “I would never call a woman that!”

“Don’t worry, I said it not you. You DID kind of treat me like one though when you would pull my hair. Don’t worry I liked it probably more than you did.”

“I haven’t been with a guy who spanked me the right way since you. You know just how hard to slap my ass. Made it just the right shade of pink. Damn you were the best at that.” I saw him adjust his pants a little there.

“Want to spank it one more time? For me? Please.” He gave me a look, he actually seemed more curious than I expected him to be. Maybe he really wasn’t that happy with Shelly.

“You know 203 is empty, want to bend me over the desk in there?”

“I have cute pink panties on, want to see them? Sorry it’s not a thong but you can pull them down and see everything you want.” He was really looking at me now.

“I won’t tell anyone, please please please just spank me a little bit. I need it before vacation.”

“If you will spank my bare little ass, I will let you cum in my mouth.”

“Do you want that hon? I want you to spank me and you want to cum in a nice warm wet mouth, right?”

He was staring at me now. I could only grin. “I will swallow every drop I promise….. ümraniye escort Unless you want to see it dribble out of my mouth…. Your choice.” The best emoji I could do with that one was the crying face emoji but it kinda maybe looked like cum dripping down a chin.

“Please please please spank my tight little ass. I would be so grateful to you stud. I PROMISE I will show you how thankful I will be.”

A few minutes go by as he seems to be trying to figure out if I am serious or not.

“I’m going to go and sit at the desk in the room. You have five minutes. If you come in we don’t even have to talk.” I hit send and left the room.

The empty lecture hall seemed bigger in the dim light. The empty chairs stared back at me, seemingly ready to mock me if I were ignored. What kind of desperate slut can’t get a guy to walk to the other end of a hallway to get a blow job?

The seconds ticked by. The anxiety rose in my chest.

The door opened and I smiled. Thank god. I turned away from him and lowered my jeans over my hips. My elbows found their place on the desk and I let him decide if my panties would stay up or if he wanted to slap my soft skin directly.

He decided they should not stay. He also turned my ass to a color a little darker than pink. He also helped me stay quiet by pulling my head back with his left hand as he bruised my ass with his right.

He also decided he would grip my hair tightly as he fucked my face. His last decision was to leave me on the floor dressing and cleaning myself up as he left, never saying a single word.

That’s OK. I know I’m better than Shelly now.

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It had been years since they’d seen each other…Childhood friends who’ve managed to keep in touch sporadically over the nearly two decades since high school. Life had dealt them both their fair share of obstacles, but they each somehow managed to overcome them for the most part.

They’ve been talking over the phone & texting for a few months now and tonight would be their first official date. Skye wasn’t nervous until just a few hours ago while she was getting ready for the big night. There was a mountain of clothes on her bed…outfits she tried on & took off thinking “too eager…too frumpy…too casual…too dressy…”. She finally decided on a black & white dress with a halter & a keyhole cut that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy yet not easy & the new stilettos she bought just for such an occasion.

Just as she was spraying perfume on the back of her neck she heard a knock at the door. She instantly felt flushed with excitement and walked toward the door & grabbed her purse. She opened the door with the biggest, most genuine smile on her face.

“Peter!!” she said while stepping out to give him a hug.

“Skye! How are you, beautiful?” as he embraced her in a hug & lifted her off the ground & gently set her down & kissed her on the cheek.

She closed the front door behind her & they walked toward his Hummer. He opened the passenger door for her to get in & then walked around & got in the drivers seat. They headed off to go out to dinner.

During dinner they laughed & talked about old times, both fully aware of the sexual tension that has been mounting over the past few months, but neither one wanting to make it seem obvious.

They finished with dinner & left the restaurant. The night was beautiful. There was a full moon & a warm breeze blowing so they decided to walk to Peter’s apartment two blocks away. They walked hand-in-hand, talking & laughing still.

They got to his apartment & he unlocked the door & they went inside. He put music on the stereo & poured two glasses of wine. They sat on the couch sipping wine, listening to music, inching closer to one another. The sexual tension was even stronger now. She told herself she wasn’t going to sleep with him tonight. She was fighting the urge to lean over to kiss him. bakırköy escort She told herself she would take things slow.

Peter suddenly leaned over & gently combed his fingers through her hair & placed his hand on the back of her head & kissed her on the lips. She melted. Her lips parted & their tongues touched. Their mouths opened wider & their tongues thrusted deeper. They embraced closer. He put his had on her knee & she felt her nipples begin to get hard. She knew ‘taking things slow’ was no longer an option. She could barely contain herself already, but all they were doing was making out like a couple of fourteen year olds.

She placed the palm of her hand under his shirt just above his belt. He kissed her harder, more passionately, & his hand slowly slid under the hem of her dress just above her knee. Her knees parted, almost involuntarily. He slid his hand further under her dress & caressed her thigh. She, in turn, slid her hand slowly up his side & across his chest & kissed him deeply. His hand slid back down to her knee & out from under her dress & Skye thought for just a moment “Oh no! We’re moving too–“, but before she could finish that thought he placed his hand low on her ribcage & pulled her on top of his lap.

She straddled him & kissed him. Peter slid both hands under her dress & up to her thighs, her hips, & finally to her round ass cheeks. His touch was so gentle, his kisses were so sweet. She trailed kisses along his neck & ears. Her hands caressed his chest. He grabbed her ass & firmly pulled her body close to his. She moaned softly.

Peter kissed her neck & shoulders. He gently reached up & unzipped the back of her dress & untied the bow of the halter top. He caressed her back & shoulders as she kissed his neck. Their lips met again & they gave each other soft little pecks on the lips. He pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard. Peter cupped her left breast in the palm of his hand & pinched the nipple slightly. She began to slowly grind her hips on him. She could feel the bulge of his erect penis in his pants.

Skye slowly slipped her hands under his shirt & lifted it over his head & tossed it on the floor below. She ran her the fingers of her beşiktaş escort left hand across his chest & the fingers of her right hand through his hair. She was grinding against him harder now. He slowly kissed her neck, her chest, the top her her breast, and finally her nipple, his tongue playfully twirling it between his teeth. She could feel her pussy getting wet. He slowly sucked her left nipple, then her right nipple. She began to shiver slightly with excitement.

Peter put his hands on the small of her back & laid her body on the couch as he kissed her. She let her shoes fall off her feel & onto the floor. He gently pulled her dress past her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her knees, and finally her feet & tossed it on the floor next to his shirt. She was wearing a black thong with a bright pink bow on the front & bright pink corset stitching to the left of the bow. Skye reached for his belt & unbuckled it. She un buttoned & unzipped his pants & tugged them down over his buttocks. He stood next to the couch & let his pants fall to the ground. He kicked his shoes off & stepped out of his pants. She could see his erect penis under his boxers now. She leaned forward & pulled his boxers down until they fell to the floor.

She grabbed his cock with her hand & slowly began to suck it, caressing his balls at the same time. His cock tasted good in her mouth. She moved her mouth up & down the shaft of his penis slowly, rhythmically, leaning her head to the left & then to the right, tickling the tip with her tongue. She pulled her head back slightly & traced the shaft of his cock with her tongue, down…down…down…and sucked his balls, rolling them around in his mouth with her tongue. Slowly she traced her tongue back up to the tip & began to suck his cock again. She could feel the tip of his penis tickle the back of her throat, she pushed further, sucking & swirling her tongue, his hard cock going deeper until her eyes began to water. She pulled her head back…she could taste him now. She continued to suck.

Peter pushed her down onto the couch & put his body on top of hers. They were both breathing more heavily now. He pulled her panties off & parted her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh until he reached her hot, beylikdüzü escort wet pussy. He spread her lips with his tongue & buried his face in her crotch. His tongue licked her juices & drove deep into her pussy as if trying to find the source of her sweet nectar. She moaned. He clenched her clitoris lightly between his teeth & flicked it with his tongue. He sucked on it, cupping it in his tongue, drinking her juices.

He slowly began to kiss her tummy, her breasts, her mouth. Peter drove his rigid cock deep into her pussy & thrust it in & out with a force she wasn’t expecting. It made her pussy even more wet. She tilted her pelvis & thrust her hips in rhythm with him. He thrusted harder. He kissed her neck. She wrapped her legs around him and thrusted toward him, their bodies glistening with sweat.

He pulled he’s cock out of her hot pussy and flipped her over. She got on her hands & knees & tilted her ass upwards. He teased her slightly with his cock, inserting just the tip & quickly removing it, rubbing her clitoris with it, inserting the tip again & removing it. She reached between her thighs & grabbed the shaft of his penis & guided it into her pussy. He rammed her pussy hard, over & over again. She thrusted backwards against him. He grabbed her hair with his right hand & placed his left hand on her hip. He grabbed her hip tightly, pulling & pushing her, continuing to thrust his hard cock into her.

Skye turned & grabbed the back of the couch. Peter stood on the floor & drove his cock into her pussy again. She could feel her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, & kissed the back of her neck. She reached between her thighs again & caressed his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

He grabbed her hips with his hands and thrust as hard as he could. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Her body flushed with heat & then an explosion of juice. Her pussy pulsating. He rammed his cock into her & it exploded with hot, white cum. His thrusting slowed as he continued to cum. He pulled his flaccid cock out of her pussy & cum slowly dripped out & drizzled her clitoris.

She turned around and sat on the couch in front of him. He leaned down & kissed her mouth & then grabbed her hand and led her to his bed. He pulled the covers back & she sat down & tucked her feet under the blankets. He walked around to the other side of the bed & crawled under the blankets & scoots closer to her. She scoots backward toward him, he wraps his arm over her waist & they slowly drift to sleep.

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons, live or deceased, is purely unintentional. This is my first work that I have “published” although I have been writing for myself and my husband for a number of years. Any feedback would be appreciated. This is the first installment of the continuing adventures of my heroine.

My parents and I arrived at my college to begin my freshman year on a Sunday afternoon after driving over 900 miles. Because I was valedictorian of my small town high school class and had exceptional board scores, I was able to get a full scholarship to a well rated eastern university.

While I was looking forward to pursuing my academic interests, I was also looking forward to escaping from my one stoplight town roots where everybody knew everybody and everyone else’s business. For some kids this did not matter, since they really had no ambition, it really did not matter to them that it seemed like the entire community knew what they were doing and who they were doing it with.

On the other hand, I cared what people thought of me, especially my parents. My father was the chief of the four person police force and my mother was the minister of one of the five churches in town. Even though I had a steady boyfriend for two years and was a cheerleader, I lead a rather boring existence in high school. Most of my classmates were sexually active from at least their junior year on – however, I did nothing more than some heavy, but fully clothed, petting until our senior prom. After the prom, while my parents were hosting a post prom party at the church, we snuck back to my house where we both lost our virginity in my bed. Since my boyfriend was going to the state university while I went east to college, we agreed to end our relationship just before we both left for school.

I had selected my college on two bases, one was its academic reputation in the social sciences and the other was that no one from my hometown went there. I wanted the chance to be free of all parental restraints on my actions.

After my parents left, Julie and I had some time to sit and talk. I learned that she was from a major metropolitan area, had taken a year off between high school and college and had had several serious sexual relationships in high school and her year off in addition to a large number of one night stands. The first couple of days we had the usual girl to girl discussions about our views on men, life and room rules. Despite our vastly different backgrounds we were able to agree on most things including that booze was permitted in the room but no pot, and we would respect each others privacy until 1:00 a.m. after which men were still allowed in the room, but so was the other one of us.

A freshman mixer was scheduled for the third evening and Julie indicated that she was not going to the mixer. Since I was hoping to meet a guy and get to know him a little better, she helped me select the clothes to wear and promised to stay out of the room if I brought back a guy. Since the mixer was casual, she loaned me a pair of short-shorts and a tank top since I did not own anything that revealing. Julie also convinced me to go braless, something that I had not done in public before. She also took me shopping for some lacy bikini panties rather than my everyday cotton briefs.

With Julie’s seal of approval I headed for the mixer with several other girls from our floor. We arrived at the mixer and milled around chatting with ourselves and various freshmen men that each of us had met during the previous couple of days. After a few trips to the dance floor I got separated from my girlfriends. While I was getting another soft drink, a rather good looking guy approached me and struck up a conversation. It turns out that Hank was a fraternity man who was back on campus early to scout out the potential pledges.

We danced a couple of slow dances and I felt Hank’s hands roam all over my body, especially my ass. He also pulled me in tight to him on occasion and I felt his cock get hard against my belly. During one of the dances, Hank bent down and gave me a rather full wet kiss on my lips. Although I thought that Hank was being rather forward, I was inwardly very happy with the turn of events – it was what I had hoped would happen. Between the lump against my belly and the kiss, my pussy started to moisten. At the end of the dance set when Hank asked me if I would like to take a walk with him and maybe get a drink I readily agreed.

We strolled over to the Gamma Delta Iota fraternity house holding hands and talking about life on campus. Once in the door of the house, we were all over each other again. I felt Hank’s hard cock as he pulled me against him for a deep kiss. We finally broke away. Hank disappeared for a moment before returning with two uncapped bottles of beer. Even though I had never tasted beer before, I gamely took a drink from the bottle. The beer had a slightly bitter taste but before I could take a second swig, kadıköy escort Hank bent over and gave me a full kiss on the lips.

I will admit on reflection that the beer may have affected my concentration but it did not affect my sexual desires. As my beer drained down, the necking became heavier. I felt Hank’s hands under my top. His fingers slithered up my belly towards my uncased tits. I felt strangely wicked, I knew what was happening and where everything was leading – and I wanted it, but at the same time I had never let a guy do this on a first “date”. I decided that I would just go with the flow and see where Hank and my desires took me.

Hank got up from the couch and gave me his hand. Pulling me up and to me, he gave me another deep kiss, before leading me to the kitchen. Here he grabbed to more bottles of beer and led me up the stairs to what I found out was his bedroom on the third floor. When we got to the room, he opened the door and we went in. Looking around, I noticed that in addition to two beds and two desks, there was a small couch. Hank closed the door and I heard the lock click behind me.

Hank set the beers unopened on the desk and stepped behind me. He then reached around in front of me and pulled me backwards to his body. I felt his stiff cock press against my ass crack and I silently wondered what it would feel like inside of me. Just then I sensed Hank’s hands slipping under my tank top and touching the skin just under my tits. Moments later I felt his fingers cupping my upturned protruding mammaries and playing with my nipples all the while pulling me back against his body.

At the same time, Hank began gently kissing the nape of my neck leaving a wet trail of kisses to my right ear lobe. Male contact started to get me thinking about what I wanted to happen – having Hank’s stiff cock in my pussy.

As his kisses reached my ear lobe, Hank whispered in my ear, “Jenny, your tits are so firm and yet so soft. I want to suck on them right now.”

At that point in time all I could reply is, “Yes! Yes, I want it too.”

With that he pulled my tank top off exposing my breasts to him. As he turned me around and eased me onto the couch I looked down at my breasts and saw how erect my nipples were. The next thing I knew Hank’s mouth was covering my right breast and his hand was playing with my left one. I felt his tongue flick my engorged nipple and I let out a low moan. Hank continued to nibble on my right breast as I felt my pussy begin to seriously moisten.

Hank began to turn his attention to my other tit. He started by kissing down my right tit and then up the underside of my left breast. However, instead of going for the erect swollen nipple, he gently kissed all around the breast. As his lips reached my nipple, I sat up and reached for his belt. I was reaching a breaking point and just had to feel his hard cock in my pussy. Undoing his belt, all I could murmur was “I nee-eed you to be inside of me!”

As he undid his pants and slid his briefs down, I squirmed out of my lacy panties. Now I was dressed as I had dreamed I would be – naked before a college man. I also nervously I eyed Hank’s cock as it sprung from his briefs. Even though there was only the light from the desk lamp on in the room I could see that Hank’s cock head was glistening in the dim light from the excitement that I had caused it.

With my heart beating I reached for the shaft, spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back on the couch. Hank fell forward onto me and I felt his cock rub along the opening to my well lubricated pussy. However, he did not enter me even though he was lying on top of me.

He gently kissed my right earlobe and whispered into it, “Are you sure you want to do it with me right now?”

My only response was a huffy, “Plea-see. I need you. I want you inside of me.”

His verbal reply was “I want it too, Jenny,” as he continued to kiss my ear.

His physical reply was to lift his groin from mine and then position the tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips. Then I felt the glorious sensation of his hard cock inside of me. He continued to push inside of me and I my pussy began to fill up with his male organ. I felt his pelvic bone bump into mine and Hank began to withdraw. Just as his cock head reached the inside of my pussy lips, Hank reversed direction again and plunged back into me. With his chest compressing my tits, I was in bliss.

Unfortunately, my bliss did not last long – after only a few strokes, I felt Hank’s cock stiffened and it began to spew his cum inside my pussy just like my boyfriend did. However, unlike the times with my boyfriend, Hank did not pull his cock from my pussy. We stayed connected and he lay on top of me and slowly began to nibble on my neck and lips. After a couple of minutes we started to probe each others mouths with our tongues.

Hank then propped himself up on his elbows and whispered, “I’m sorry I blew üsküdar escort so quickly but I haven’t fucked anyone all summer.”

With that he lowered his tongue to my nipple and began sucking on it again. With his adjustments, Hank’s cock did not serve as a plug to keep his cum in my pussy. I felt his cum and my pussy juices slowly trickle down the crack in my ass. It was a strange yet sexy sensation.

As Hank flicked my hard nipple with his tongue, I wiggled my ass and whimpered, “Hank, I’m still so horny — I still need you inside me. Please fu — fu — fuck me.”

Hank replied, “I have every intention of fucking you again. You are one hot chick.” With that he switched tits and began sucking on my left tit sending electric sensations from the tips of my tits straight to my pussy. “Your tits are fantastic — I am sure that you have driven a lot of guys crazy.”

I just moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer into me. “I want you in my pussy! I need you in my pussy! I want to cum!”

“I will — I will — I will.”

“When”? I asked.

“When I am good and ready,” was his calm reply. I wiggled my ass some and thrust my tits toward Hank’s wet mouth. I started to feel that his cock was getting harder again. After what seemed like an hour (although it was really only a few minutes), Hank’s cock was stretching my pussy walls again. He did not start the fuck motion, however. He continued to place wet kisses on my tit and flick his tongue against my stiff nipple.

All Hank’s attention to my tits was making me hotter than hell. My only concern was that he start pistoning his cock in and out of my sopping pussy. Thankfully, he started sliding it back and forth inside me. However, after a couple of strokes he pulled his hips back and the head of his cock slipped out of my pussy.

While he continued to work my tit with his mouth, my empty pussy begged for relief. I moaned, “Why the hell did you stop?”

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees. I want you from the rear.”

I quickly complied. A different position was something that I had never thought off since my former boyfriend and I had done it all three times missionary style. Hank pushed my face down to the sofa cushions elevating my ass and then he massaged my buns. The next thing that I felt was the head of his cock pressed against the lips of my pussy. Before I could say anything else, I realized that his cock was fully inside me again.

Hank began pumping his hips back and forth alternately burying the head of his cock against my cervix and nearly withdrawing it. At the same time he reached one arm around my upper body and began to rub one of my dangling breasts. The twin sensations of his hand massaging my tit and his cock slowly massaging my pussy quickened my breathing. It also got me thrusting my hips back at Hank’s groin as he withdrew his cock and moving forward on his thrusts into my open pussy.

My breathing started coming faster. Hank stopped playing with my dangling tit and grabbed my hips. As I thrust my pelvis in time with Hank’s strokes, my tits swayed underneath my chest rubbing against the couch fabric. The friction on my nipples only served to make me hotter.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I moaned as his cock slid in me harder and harder. I could feel my pussy muscles contracting as I neared my first non-self induced orgasm. I shoved my hips back at Hank’s groin and froze as my orgasm cascaded from my pussy to all parts of my body from the tips of my toes to my eyelids.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” was all I could utter.

Then I felt Hank’s cock expand and start spurting his male cum in my pussy again. “Oh, shit, I am cumming too,” Hank said.

This time his cum felt wonderfully fulfilling in me. It made me feel complete as a woman.

I collapsed on the sofa and Hank’s spent cock slid out of my drenched pussy. He crumpled on my back. He whispered in my ear, “Jenny, you are a hell of a fuck.”

I was taken aback by his tone but I replied: “You were wonderful Hank. That was my first time.”

That brought Hank out of his orgasm induced haze, “you mean you were a virgin?”

I twisted my neck to face him and said “No, Hank! What I meant was that you are the first guy to bring me off.” With that I planted a sloppy kiss on his lips and added, “Thanks. And my pussy thanks you.”

Hank returned the kiss. Then he stood up and offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I wrapped my arms around his waist and stood on my tip toes to continue the kiss. Hank broke the kiss, took my hand and led me over to his bed. Reaching down, he effortlessly pulls the spread back and said, “Jenny would you like to join me in bed?”

“I guess so,” I replied and sat down on the bed.

Hank also sat down and grabbed to two beers. “Would you like one to wet your whistle?”

“I guess so,” I replied again taking the bottle and twisting tuzla escort the top off. I took a drag and the wet beer tasted refreshing. “Where is the toilet? I need to pee real bad.”

“Down the hall to the right. I am the only one on the floor so you should be OK.” Hank replied. “But just in case one of my brothers is one the floor, why don’t you wear my shirt.”

“Thanks, sweetie”, I replied slipping into his shirt, unlocking the door and walking down to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door, turned on the light and sat down on the toilet. After a rather long pee, I wiped myself and noticed a cum splotch on my thigh which caused a wry smile to cross my face as I thought back on the past hour.

I waltzed back into the bedroom feeling very sexy. As I entered the bedroom door, Hank said, “You’re looking hot. And, you know what; you fuck as hot as you look.”

“Why thank you. I feel hot. And guess what? I want you inside me again.” With that I waltzed over to the bed where Hank was sitting drinking a beer. I took the beer out of his hand and took a swig. Then I sat down on his lap. Hank reached under the shirt I was wearing to massage my breast. I turned my upper body to face his and began to kiss his chest. This continued for several minutes, growing with intensity.

Hank’s ministrations to my tits had their desired effect, my nipples hardened and my pussy began to get moist again. At the same time my actions had the desired effect on Hank; I felt his cock harden under my ass. After a few more minutes of mutual fondling, my breathing was becoming somewhat erratic. I stood up, turned my body to face Hank’s body and straddled his legs.

I looked down at his erect cock and smiled at what I had caused. Of course, I also knew that my body felt an overwhelming desire to be impaled on that stiff male organ. I eased my torso downward making light contact between the outer lips of my pussy and Hank’s cock; then I just let go and sheathed his cock. After a few strokes, I got into the rhythm as Hank began to play with my jiggling breasts. We continued in this mode for a while.

I pushed him down on the bed and then I collapsed on him. After a few deep tongue kisses, I whispered, “Slide up on the bed, big boy, I want to you inside me some more.”

“You are going to have to get off me before I can do that sweetie,” he grunted. I raised my pelvis; Hank slid up on the bed; I slid back down his cock and we were back at it.

As we continued, one of Hank’s hands slipped down my belly to find my clit and begin rubbing it. This really set me off and I started pistoning up and down his cock seeking relief for the tingles in my tits and pussy. I panted, “don’t stop, I’m almost there.” Then I stiffened and slammed my pussy lips to his groin as I panted, “I’m almost ready. I’m cumming! Oh, Hank, I’m cumming! You made me cum.”

As my pussy muscles were contracting with my organism, I felt Hank’s cock attempt to expand as he shot another load of cum into my excited pussy. After he stopped shooting I collapsed again on him. I just lay on his chest while be both caught our breaths.

After a few minutes I rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed. Before I knew it, Hank’s hand began playing with my flattened breast. I rolled onto my side and reached over to run my free arm across his muscular chest. Then I noticed the time and said, “Hank, I think I had better get back to my room. I have a full day tomorrow and I need some sleep. And, I know that I will get none with you; you just keep turning me on.”

“You are one hell of a sexy woman, Jenny. It’s you that keeps turning me on,” he countered. “If you insist on leaving, I will walk you back to your dorm.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I insist,” Hank replied. “I would not think of making you walk home alone. Besides, what would your friends say if they knew that I fucked you three times and then made you walk home by yourself?”

“Who says my friends will know that we even did it?” I said. With that I rolled out of bed and began collecting my clothes. I picked up my panties and stepped into them.

“Jenny, if your friends see your panties I think they will know,” was his response.

With that Hank rolled out of bed and started dressing. I slipped the tank top back on and the fabric brushed against my still stiff nipples. I pulled Julie’s shorts back on and slipped into my shoes.

As I stood there I was a little surprised how tired my legs were. It felt like I had just run three miles. I think Hank realized my condition and guided me down the stairs and out into the warm night air. We walked back to my dorm, Hank’s arm around my back and my arm around his waist. As we got closer to my dorm we slowed down.

Arriving at the dorm, Hank pulled me tight against him and planted a wet kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss, probing into his mouth with my tongue and pulling his crotch tight against my belly. However, Hank broke the kiss by saying, “Jenny, you said you need to get home. I could spend the entire night with you, but I realize that you need some real sleep. I thoroughly enjoyed this evening.”

“I sure had fun. You are the first guy that has ever made me cum. Thank you.”

“Would you like to go out again sometime?”

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Non, Je n’ai rien oublie

(No, I could never forget.)

Back in 1972, I bought an album Aznavour sings Aznavour: Charles Aznavour is a French Singer/Songwriter and from this album in particular, Song

(as per my title) I find very “moody”. The story below is my free-ranging adaptation of what may have been the story behind the song. With apologies to M. Aznavour

* * * * *

As I finished crunching the week’s numbers, Pierre came across with a fresh coffee, placing it on the end of the bar where I had been working. We nodded at each other at this daily routine. I looked past him at the crowd in the front area, raising my eyebrow at him.

“Yes, Rick, I’ll get them out now.” And he went across with their bill in hand, inviting them to leave as we were closing at midnight. I waited, just in case they got even rowdier or started to give him shit. I knew he kept a truncheon in a special pouch on his left trouser leg, but this time, they were jovial, and gave him no trouble, each handing over more money than we needed so that the 80-Euro tab was easily taken care of and their leader brushing off Pierre’s attempts to hand the excess back. I could hear them, even from across the bar.

“Nah Mate, don’t bovver. We’ve had a great time, but I guess we’re all pissed enough to wanna get our heads down!” Somebody muttered something, probably obscene, and they all laughed loudly. I suspect it was something to do with a sexual position. The young couple sitting at the bar, nearer to me had their heads together, but had been ‘nursing’ his beer and her Pellegrino for the last hour. I wondered what their story was?

Then I noticed that Pierre was moving towards them, but for some reason – and don’t ask me why – I indicated to him that I would take care of them. I moved behind the bar, to be directly opposite them. I knew they were also English having overheard them earlier. They looked a bit bashful as I approached.

“Hey guys. Hate to do this, but we’re closing up now, so I’ll need you to settle up and move on. I know the weather’s lousy; this drizzle really gets in your bones, doesn’t it?” The girl flushed slightly as the man – boy really – fetched into his back pocket for some cash. A small leather wallet appeared in his hand, and as he ruffled through it, the girl whispered to him “Have you got enough?” He nodded, scrolling through a few Euro notes, as he slowly peeled off a twenty, before handing it over to me.

Clearly, he was not happy with his position as I stood opposite him. Again, don’t ask me why, but before I took it from him, I looked at both of them, quickly. “Are you both okay?” At this, the girl teared up and tried to hide her face while he put an arm around her and squeezed her to his shoulder.

“Do you know of a very cheap hotel nearby, please?” was his pained question. Christ, I must be a bloody old fool, but I had to ask what had shot to the front of my brain.

“I may do, but I guess it depends on how much you’ve got. There’s economy, there’s cheap, and then there’s some real shitty places that I would not recommend to you. How much do you want to pay? Or, maybe I should say, what can you afford? You look a bit desperate to me.” And then it all came out.

“I only have about sixty Euros on me. You see, we got in on the Eurostar this afternoon; we kind of left London in a rush as her Dad was after us, and he’s a big bugger that wouldn’t mind beating the crap outta me.” He looked at her and again, she teared up with drops of tears falling down her cheek. Pierre coughed discreetly at my shoulder.

“Monsieur Rick. I have to leave now. Do you want any help here?”

“No Pierre, it’s okay. I’ll deal with these guys; you go on home, and I’ll see you in the morning. We should have that delivery from Marcel’s coming in about ten, okay?”

‘Oui, Rick”. He looked relieved and shrugged his coat on as he turned to move into the cafe proper and towards the front door. “I’ll put the lock on the door for you.” And in seconds he was out the door and gone off into the misty evening.

I turned back to the couple; the boy was wiping her eyes with a big handkerchief and holding her close; I heard him whisper “It’ll be okay Luv. Stop worrying.”

Just call me an old sap, but I felt for them. “Look, you clearly don’t have enough money. Sit here, and let me make a call.”

I turned to the back of the bar, and picked up the phone, dialing an old friend. “Louise. Bonsoir cherie. I’m sorry to call so late, but do you have a spare room for a couple who are sitting here, tonight?”

She and I ‘go back some’ and over the years I have managed to steer tourists her way. She manages a small ‘Pension’ – one of the smaller hotels in the area with just six rooms. Very much ‘old-style’ French accommodation.

“Oui, Rick, I do have one spare room. It’s halkalı escort at the top but quiet. Have they got much luggage to carry up the four flights?”

I told her to hang on, and turned to the couple. “Do you guys have much luggage?” Now embarrassed, they both shook their heads, the girl indicating a back-pack on the floor. I turned back to Louise.

“No Cherie. They are, let’s say, ‘Travelling Light!’ Can you take them in?”

“Yes Rick, of course, but do they have money?” Clearly the first thing any hotelier would ask. I looked at them both, still nursing the Pellegrino.

“Take them in, and put it on a tab for me; I’ll see you in the morning when I know more, and pay you then for tonight okay?” She came back to me immediately.

“You’re not doing your Sir Galahad thing again, Rick?” I murmured that No, I felt they were in trouble, and I just wanted to help out. I’d sort them out and clear everything in the morning. She “kiss-kissed” on the phone and hung up, asking them not to be too long; she wanted to get to close up and get to bed also.

They had both heard me, of course, and the boy started to say that I shouldn’t worry about them, but I held a hand up. “I don’t know what your story is, but Louise runs a clean, efficient house; I’ll pick up your tab for tonight, but maybe you can briefly tell me your story?” Obviously relieved that they could get a warm bed for the night, they both gushed, overloading each other until I again held my hand up, looking this time at the girl. She was suddenly braver than her demeanor would indicate. It could have been my story with variations,

“As Jim said, we left London in a rush today. We were close to Kings Cross and grabbed some tickets on Eurostar, wanting to simply get away from my Dad. He’s been an absolute bastard about our relationship. You see, Jim is a pianist, and plays in bars and joints at night. He makes good money, but my father thinks he’s not worthy of me. He wants me to marry someone of ‘position and name’ and he was threatening to break us up forcibly if necessary.” She stopped to dab at her eyes again, and Jim took over.

“Is your name Rick? Are you the owner of this place?” I nodded at him. Yep, this was my place, indicating that he should go on. “Well Rick, I really love this girl, and she loves me but I don’t have money to offer her a flash life – at least, not yet. I’m a good pianist, I love Jazz and in fact, a friend in London had mentioned this bar, and that you have good sessions here, most of the week.’ He looked around at the obviously very quiet room; “You DO hold jazz sessions here?” His question was obviously aimed at me.

“Well, we do, but Paris has had some troubles over the last year – Charlie Hebdo, and now these idiot Muslim fanatics shooting all and sundry, so business has been a bit slow, although we’re getting into more customers coming back. My pianist, a German guy would usually be here, but he’s gone back to Berlin as his Mom’s not well. He’ll be back in a week or so, I believe.” I looked at their expectant faces. “Look guys, I know what you’re thinking, but let’s get into tomorrow; come back for breakfast about 11:00 and we can chat, okay?” I paused, needing to think through what I was clearly offering, without any offers on the table. “Let’s talk then. You guys go and have a nice night; love each other and sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning!”

I led them to the front door, and stepped out indicating that they should follow the street ahead and the hotel – La Maison Blanche – is on the right-hand side, about 200 meters down. “Ask for Louise and she’ll take care of you.” As we got to the sidewalk, the girl reached up on her toes and kissed my cheek.

“Rick. We can’t thank you enough. We’ll see you in the morning.” And then they skipped away into the drizzle.

It was then that I noticed her. She was standing across the road under the street-lamp, her umbrella throwing a large shadow over her, so that her facial features were hidden. I stopped and looked across at her, and a shiver ran up my spine; she spoke, across the space between us.

“Rick. Is that you?” I froze. Even after 22 years I knew that voice immediately.

Giselle!

* * * * *

I was born in New York City, but lived my life mostly up in Connecticut. My father had insisted that my mother received the best that his millions could buy, and so she had made the trip to New York, which she hated by the way, but he was such a dominant person that she had acquiesced to his statements about where his “Son clearly a very successful one and who needed to prove it to ‘those lesser mortals’ every day. At 6’4” he ruled his office and staff with a continually aggressive attitude; how the hell his clients tolerated him I wasn’t sure, but I guess he made them şişli escort a lot of money so, they just let him loose and happily took the dividends he provided, either annually or quicker, if he felt like being generous.

How my mother put up with him, I don’t know. My sister had been born in ’74 and was the complete opposite to me. Slight of stature and highly intelligent she excelled at schools – in fact she excelled at everything she undertook; great for her, but making me look even more of a ‘loser’ than I already was. I failed academically in most of the sciences, with mathematics and algebra being as if I were from an alien planet, not understanding a damned thing.

If X equals Y, what does Z make?

I hadn’t a fucking clue, and cared even less!

But, I took to the music classes with a gusto, piano particularly becoming almost a life-saver for me. I spent hours in the music room at my high school and began to be dated by some of the more desirable chicks as I found that almost nothing was beyond my ability; jazz, boogie-woogie (the old-fashioned type from WW2), and even the smooth jazz regimes which were popular then, coming in from South America. The girls seemed to love me, possibly not for me, myself, but I could sure entertain them – and their boyfriends – most weekends. I’d hang out in some local clubs who welcomed ad-hoc jam sessions, and who actually paid me quite well. I loved it!

I’d lost my virginity one Saturday night after a really cool session with some of the best players in town; everybody loved me!

Except my dad!

My grades had not been great as I scraped through some of the academics. He wanted me to become a Banker or a Lawyer, like him, and my wishes couldn’t have been more polar-opposite. It all came to a head in 1990. I’d managed to finally graduate from high school at 18, but my joy was devastated as my mother died that very same week. He and I were both shattered, but in different ways. He took himself off to New York city after the funeral and I was left at home with my younger sister and a spinster aunt who moved into the house to look after us. Supposedly. But dad’s generous expenses for her to do her duties, soon had her partying away with some dubious characters.

And, I learned later, he wasn’t exactly the saint that he’d painted himself, because when he moved back home after his sister-in-law ran through a couple of thousand bucks and he booted her out, he brought a really cute “Secretary” with him…

Hey! Whatever!

It all came to a head one evening. Tempers flared when the cook had screwed up one of his favorite dishes and on being questioned heavily about “What are you going to do with your life son?” I had replied that I wasn’t going to ‘do’ anything; certainly not going to any university! My mom had left me a sizeable endowment and I was itching to ‘see the world’ and I’d booked a flight earlier, to Paris with Pan Am. He could ‘stick it where the sun don’t shine!’

He’d bellowed and cussed and many words were exchanged which surely didn’t help our relationship, but in disgust, he’d shouted “Then take yourself off, but don’t come begging back here!”

I never did. Only two years later, he’d had a heart attack while in bed with his mistress – I’d swear that she’d fucked his brains out for the loot – but she was disappointed, as his will didn’t include her at all, and my sister and I (I’d returned for the funeral) reached an agreement to pay her off, with an amount that kept her quiet and smiling! Meanwhile, I had found a steady gig in Paris at a fashionable night-club and I’d honed my skills – in piano, languages and sex!

Sex mostly! Hell, I was 22 – and American – which I think helped my bedding down of “Les Mademoiselles!”

Although the night-club gig was a good money-earner, I spent my spare time, working just off Rue de Sevres at a small bar, the Le Petit Bistro. The atmosphere was greater than the club where I brought in the cash, and Giles could pull in a good crowd most weekends. I’d saunter over there after “work” and met with some great guys and girls, enjoying life to the full.

Then she came into my life. Tall, willowy with a mane of red hair, her green eyes flashed at me up on the band-stand; She was super-cool (I learned later it was all a scam; she admitted she was nervous as all hell, and had been brought into the bar by a friend) but I was glad to say that the ‘vibes’ between us, were simply electric. We were lovers within a week and I had never felt so comfortable before with any girl.

* * * * *

“I saw your MGB outside, and knew this was the place. It’s been so long and I’ve been away, mostly in Switzerland, and worried that I could never find the place again. I can’t believe you’ve kept it; it looks just like when we were together.”

I hesitated, looking over her shoulder sarıyer escort at my mustard-colored “B” parked a few feet down the side road, where I’d always parked. “Well, yes, I’ve always loved the car as it held so many memories of you, for me, after you’d left, and I’ve had no need to sell. But, I have a secret.” She glanced up at me, now standing in the doorway and cocked her head at that angle that I remember so well.

“I sent it back to a specialist in England about three years ago and had him restore it back to original; it’s actually a new body with my original engine and fittings…” I trailed off, looking at her, still not believing that she almost hadn’t changed. He hair was pulled up in a chignon, swept off her face, and as she rolled up the brolly – I took it from her and stood it in the barrel inside the door – I stepped back so that she could sidle through the narrow entrance.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked.

“Oh, only about half an hour. I had meant to come in earlier, but was nervous. I’d looked through the window and saw you down the end of the bar, but there was this crowd at the front and a waiter appeared, serving them. I simply couldn’t pluck up the courage.” She smiled, seemingly embarrassed, and I held out my arms to her. She came into my embrace and held me around the waist. I spoke again.

“You little fool. You could have caught your death of cold out there. Will you come on in and let me make you some coffee? Or, would you prefer tea, or a Sambuca to warm you up?” I led her into the warmth of the bar and closed the inner door, after locking the outer.

“I saw you with that young couple; were you guiding them to a hotel?”

I looked at her, nodding ‘Yes’ at her question, and took her coat, ushering her to the sofas alongside the dying fire, which I revived quickly by turning on the gas-jets which blazed immediately, lending a glow to her as she settled into the sofa. “I could use a coffee, actually, though maybe a Cafe au Lait please. I think it’s too late in the day for an espresso!”

I knelt down beside her before getting the coffee. “Do you have to go? Are you in town long? It’s been so long since we last talked, we must catch up.”

“Actually, I am back in Paris for good now. I have a long story, so if you have the time, let’s have some coffee, and do just that; catch up with each other.”

I moved back to the bar area, and started the brewing of the coffee machine. I tried desperately to remember how she liked hers, the years falling away in seconds as I sneaked glances at her. She had turned to face the now blazing fire and the glow lent a magical aura to her. I watched as she leant back into the sofa and closed her eyes. Was she crying?

Within a couple of minutes, I had the two Cafe Americain coffees poured into the large breakfast cups we usually kept for the early-morning crowd; somehow, it seemed appropriate. Moving around the bar to her, I pulled a small table to us and placed the cups on it. I sat opposite her. “I hope this is as you like it.” She smiled at me, but I could tell it was a smile tinged with sadness.

“Are we alone?”

“Yes. Pierre has gone. We’re closed – in fact we close most nights more towards 1.a.m, but it’s been a bit slow since the attacks, although I’m glad to say that our regulars are drifting back. I usually run some evenings with jam-sessions of jazz, and a couple of nights in a month I’ll have a special session with invited musicians; then, we’re packed out, I’m glad to say – at least, my accountant is pleased to say!” She smiled again, and I saw the genuine smile from so long ago that had caused me to fall in love with her.

God! Now, it seemed like only yesterday.

She sipped her coffee, and nodded as I looked pointedly at her, silently seeking her approval. “Yes, it’s just as I remember it.” I nodded with pleasure, but the silence that lasted only a few seconds fell between us. I simply didn’t know what to say, so I looked at her, with a million memories flooding my brain. She spoke again.

“It’s been a long time Rick.” I couldn’t agree more. She finished the coffee and placed the cup back on the table. “How have you been? You own this place now? Are you married? Tell me about yourself.” I too finished my cup and used the time to replace it and think how – and what – I should tell her.

“I’ll give you a brief overview of where I have been, and what I’ve done, but first, I guess I must ask the same of you. I guess you are divorced. Do your parents regret that’s not what they intended?” She smiled sadly, acknowledging that I was correct in my assumption.

“Well, my father died some years ago and my mother is sick, which is primarily why I have come back to Paris. I divorced my husband eight years ago, but I have a beautiful daughter who is my world. We have lived in Basel most of the time, because my dad had set Henri up there with a new company, although he gradually lost business all the time, eventually going bankrupt and drinking himself to death. Fortunately, my parents had set up a trust fund for me, finally realizing that Henri simply wasn’t the ‘man for the job’ and made certain that I would be taken care of, no matter what.

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As they walked across the lobby to the elevator, she wondered why they hadn’t stopped at the front desk. “He must have already had a room,” she thought. Now why would he have had a room this close to the bar? Unless…

She fidgeted with her purse as they waited for the elevator to arrive. A million thoughts screamed through her head. But his warm fingers intertwined with hers made all those insecurities float off into the distance.

“The only reason I came here was in the hopes of seeing you, Julie,” he whispered.

She always was a sucker for hot breath and soft words in her ear.Oh, that warm, no, make thathot breath. The doors opened, gently snapping her back to reality. She felt a little silly as she wobbled into the elevator. “Legs, don’t fail me now,” she thought with a chuckle. “At least, not yet.”

It was just her luck that the elevator had other passengers – an elderly couple and a young woman. He quickly pushed the button and ushered her into the rear of the elevator. After the young woman got off on the second floor, Julie asked, “What floor do we get off on?” A quick flash of his devilish smile, and it was all she could do to stifle a giggle.

As they rode up, his hand dropped to Julie’s hem. She quickly brushed him away with a not-so-serious stern look. After all, they were not more than five feet from a pair of complete strangers. His hand slowly swept across her cheekbone, and made it’s way back down. “Oh, well. I might as well let all my inhibitions go,” she said silently to herself. His finger found its way under her dress, softly brushing her thigh. “Mmm.” She knew she made some audible sound but wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed. He continued, moving his finger along the back of her leg, tracing a line along her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting this to end yet hoping for more. Somewhere deep in the back recesses of her mind Julie knew she should have cared about the other couple, but she just kept biting her lip. His finger kept going and found it’s way along her thong, where it kept rubbing back and forth. She felt a slight dribble along her inner thigh, her hips softly bucking in rhythm.

DING! The doors opened. He grabbed her hand and led her off the elevator. She was completely flushed. As the doors closed she glanced back. The old woman gave her a wry smile.

“Oh, my God!” She whispered, “Were they watching the whole time?”

“Yes, and I know you knew it,” he replied. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it.” He was right. A secret part of her did enjoy the thought of being watched in that elevator.

As he turned the key, her head was spinning. His warm lips pressed against hers rendered her powerless. At this point she knew she wanted him; she knew there would be no going back.

As he ushered her into the suite, her eyes were drawn to the table. Two lit candlesticks framed a bottle of champagne on ice. “My goodness,” Julie thought. “He doesn’t miss a trick!” She felt his breath on her earlobe again.

“You don’t mind the romantic touch, do you?” he asked.

Julie turned, after savoring the heat emanating from him, and slowly passed her finger across his lips. “I couldn’t have imagined it any better.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and she could swear there really were sparks as their lips met. He had a knack for applying just enough pressure to drive her insane. She couldn’t resist raising her hand and gently running it over his cheek. She didn’t know why, but gently touching his skin, feeling his muscles move as he kissed her, it just felt so right. Her lips parted, allowing her tongue to gently flit past his. The heat was incredible. This certainly beat the hell out kissing in high school!

Julie had gotten so wrapped up in the kiss she failed to notice how deftly his hands worked their magic. One hand held the small of her back, which was probably why her legs hadn’t given out yet. The other traced small circles along her thigh. She lowered her hand onto his, and softly guided it between her legs. He resisted, only slightly. He wanted to move at his own pace. She knew this meant he was in complete control, and she loved every second of it.

His soft fingers danced along her legs. She wanted him to touch her there so badly, it was all she could do to not force him. But Julie knew the reward would be worth the wait, all ten years of it! She gasped as he found her thong again. It was already soaked through from the elevator ride. But this time he moved it aside. She thought she noticed a moan of approval from him when he slid his finger along her freshly shaven mound. But as out of it as she was, it could just as easily have come from her. She rocked her hips in rhythm with his finger, praying he wouldn’t be content to let it rest outside. But every time she almost had it pushed in, he pulled it back, letting it glide along her glistening skin.

“Well, two can play at this game,” thought Julie. She ran her hand down from his face to his chest, undoing a couple of buttons to dig her nails bakırköy escort in. This had the effect of quickening his pace, something she needed to remember. She savored every touch as her hand worked its way down his shirt. “Oh, God, I love a six-pack!” she gleefully thought as she continued to squirm. She could tell his jeans were tight as she returned his teasing by tracing circles across the bulge in his pants. She could tell he had more than enough and knew how to use it. She used strong, deep strokes to rub him outside his pants. And as she did this, she got her wish when he pushed his way knuckle-deep inside of her.

Julie groaned as her hips swayed in unison with his hand. He nimbly worked his fingers along and inside her crevice, giving her even more reason to moan. But just as soon as Julie really began to get into it, he suddenly pulled his fingers away. It took a few moments for her hips to stop bucking.

“What’s wrong?!” Julie exclaimed, wondering why he stopped.

“I have something else planned for us,” he said with a wicked grin.

“What?”

His look made her wonder if she wanted to know the answer, but there was no way she was going to stop now. He noticed her concern.

“It’s nothing likethat. I promise,” he said with a quick flash of his sexy smile. His words drew her near to him. The combination of smells from his cologne, his body, and her juices, made her follow his commands without inhibition.

He led Julie to the bed where he sat down. He reached behind her and released the straps from her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, but somehow her other senses more than made up for it. She felt his fingertips dance along her body, hardly noticing her bare skin bristle against the rush of cool air. Normally, it was all she could do to suppress a giggle when someone touched her so softly. But those tiny kisses he planted across her tummy made her instantly forget the night air as she was overcome by unbelievable warmth.

His strong hands held her hips firmly, which was a good thing because her legs still hadn’t regained any strength. With his warm wet lips and hot breath concentrating on her, she barely noticed how sensitive her thigh was to his touch. Was there any place left on her body he could touch that wouldn’t set her afire? Julie grinned to herself as she contemplated how much fun that would be to find out.

She felt his lips inching ever so slightly higher. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt when his nose gently nudged her breast. He continued kissing her ribs while keeping his nose in contact with her breast. The warmth of his breathing that was focused on the soft underside of her mounds must have made her nipples realize what they were missing, as they hardened and stood at attention. “They need some good lovin’, too,” Julie thought.

As his nose edged up below Julie’s left nipple, she felt a flick of his tongue. That tongue was on fire as it charted its way along her supple curves. And in a flash his lips enveloped her breast, sending more intense signals to her head than she could have possibly imagined. Julie’s head lurched back as she let out a loud gasp. Her sounds and body language only encouraged him to do more. He slowly drew his lips to a close, lingering for a moment to give her nipple a little extra pressure. He then pulled off only inches from her moistened skin and slowly blew it with cool air. Before she could move, his mouth had opened and had almost enveloped her breast again. Only this time he held his lips a fraction of an inch from her skin, allowing his hot breath to warm her again. As he did this, his tongue darted along the outline of her areola, softening her nipple once more. He finished with a delicate “tongue-lashing,” sending even more powerful shockwaves through her body.

After giving her pert breasts the ride of their lives, he inched his way up her body with more hot, wet kisses. He paused at her neck, opening his mouth wider to spread the heat. Both nostrils flared as he inhaled her perfumed air. By now he was standing, both hands leaving her hips to caress her neck and hair. She could not tell where her hair ended and his fingers began. With her neck arched back and her chest heaving, Julie was quickly succumbing to a passion she never believed existed.

He pulled back for a second, only to move to her ear. As he offered his lips and tongue, Julie was suffering from sensory overload. Although she could tell her ears must have been bright red from the heat. Somehow she had managed to remove his shirt and was clawing frantically at his chest. She just wanted to grab something to stop the spinning!

He stepped into her and lowered her gently onto the bed. His hands quickly and effortlessly removed her soaked thong. For a moment, he stood watching her quivering naked body, marveling at how wonderfully inviting she was. Gathering her remaining strength, Julie raised herself up and managed to remove his pants. Once freed from his constraints, he guided beşiktaş escort her back to the sheets. His lips immediately found their target again, breathing torridly into her ear. Julie’s squirming resumed. But being off her feet, she no longer needed to worry about wobbly knees.

Her arms encircled his strong back, or at least as much of it as she could get around. She especially loved the way his ripped muscles flexed under her fingers. The more she stroked his tanned back, the more they moved beneath his taut skin. But she felt her grasp slipping as his body wormed its way down. Her uncertainty gave way to comfort as his tongue traced wet designs down her chest. He stopped by each breast again to give it proper attention and “maintenance.” By the time he finished, she felt the first waves start to emanate from inside her.

His tongue began the journey down the trail, barely touching her. But his breath on the fine hairs that lined her tummy pushed her closer to the edge than any forceful contact could have. Nearing her pelvis, he shifted his weight, allowing Julie to wrap her fingers around his beautiful tresses. She wanted at least a little of the control back.

His nipples had hardened, and she could feel them brushing against her legs. Every touch was amplified tenfold. No, it had to be at least a hundred. Julie grimaced a bit when he passed over the stopping point. But he shifted her legs open and planted his lips inside her thigh. He could smell her aroma much more strongly, and it was all he could do to hold back from charging forward. She wanted this to be the most incredible night of their lives, and somehow she knew his patience held the key.

“Magical lips,” Julie thought, a soft moan escaping from her. She spread her arms out and clutched at the satin sheets. “Satin sheets?” she wondered. “God, he is amazing.” He had shifted her legs open wider and bent her knees, but his kisses still danced around more than she’s have liked. “Enough foreplay, I need that tongue!” Julie mused to herself as she shifted her hips to meet his mouth. But he would have none of it and moved away with each thrust.

His strong hands reached under her thighs and curled around the outside, grabbing her legs. He could sense that she was ready for it. His wetted his tongue one more time and slowly dragged it almost lazily toward her clit. By the time he had licked up one side and down the other, Julie had let out her first “Oh, God!” of the evening. Having satisfied her for the moment, he relaxed his grip and let his hands explore.

He ran his fingertips barely across her tummy. It was lucky for Julie that he could keep his attention in two places at once. He reached up slowly until he found the swell of her breasts, making sure to gently massage the soft flesh. He deliberately stayed away from the nipples, preferring to only assist with his fingers and not dominate. If he weren’t so skillful, Julie would have had a difficult time concentrating. But he knew the right combination of moves that complimented each other.

Meanwhile, his tongue had picked up some heat. A soulful combination of his saliva and her juices permitted him to effortlessly glide across her hood. He began with a long, hard pressure from the side that blended into the middle, causing her to raise her hips ever so slightly. He paused at the top to cover her with his mouth and suck for a moment. Here, Julie let out a short, high-pitched squeal until he released her. But before she had time to think, his tongue darted back and forth, barely touching her. A torrent of sensations spread through her body, but she could definitely feel the focal point about three inches from his tongue.

With her breathing quickened, Julie reached down and ran her hand along his face. She wanted to feel his muscles move as he pleasured her. Something about being able to touch him heightened the experience even more (if that were possible). He continued his gentle sucking and licking, providing the ultimate in TLC to a part of her that so desperately wanted it…no,needed it!

Julie recognized the familiar build-up, but it had never felt this intense. Her leg muscles began to flex in anticipation. He sensed it too, and kept a steady pace, not wanting to distract her. But his hands did reach up to her nipples, finally offering the slightest nudge with a gentle squeeze. “Oh, God! Don’t stop!” Julie cried out, beads of sweat running down her cheek. She could hear his muffled moans of pleasure, which put her another step closer to total ecstasy.

His mouth became more forceful against her quivering mound. By now his tongue had been darting in and out of her. He had to quicken his pace to keep up with the movement of her hips, which were wildly bucking. He tried to focus his attention just under her hood, but with her moving so madly, it was all he could do to keep his tongue steady and let her direct the action. The moans and squeals were louder and more frequent. Julie lost track of all beylikdüzü escort her senses, as though they were balled into one that she could not describe. She went closer to the edge. She could taste the warmth welling up inside her, just asking to burst free. Until….

Julie could not even tell what she was saying. All she knew was the telltale tingle that left her body completely numb and drained of any sensation, save for the overwhelming glow that permeated her. She was oozing that glow. It took Julie a few moments to realize he was now beside her. Once she had regained her senses – or at least the ones she had left – she saw that devilish smile. He had done extremely well, and he knew it. She absolutely loved that sexy confidence. He reached his arm around her and leaned in for a kiss. She could still taste her own juices on his tongue, and it drove her mad. Julie knew the night was only beginning, and with a start like that, her mind was now open to a new horizon.

They lay there for a few moments while Julie regained her senses. He continued to offer her small, attentive kisses along her neck and shoulders. She knew she had just received the best oral sex of her life and had some work ahead of her if she even wanted to come close to reciprocating. Julie reached out and playfully stroked his skin. Her fingers fluttered from his chest to his stomach. She wanted to feel his abs again to make sure they were real. He giggled with her light touch.

“I didn’t realize you were ticklish,” Julie said.

“Shh, it’ll be our secret,” he replied.

“Well maybe I can help you overcome it,” she playfully laughed. With that, Julie shoved his shoulder back, and in one swift move hopped on top of him. She spread his arms out and held him against the sheets. Her lips parted, dropping to meet his. She mischievously held his arms down, allowing him to struggle against her. She wanted control for this part of the festivities.

He offered a lighthearted struggle while Julie’s tongue probed his. She felt him standing stiff against her, and the temptation to slide just a little further back and lubricate him with her juices was so tempting. Julie couldn’t help but grind her hips against his. Momentarily, she resisted the urge to move back and instead focused on the burning sensation between their mouths. Reluctantly, Julie pulled away from the kiss for fear of passing out. She took a deep breath and resumed kissing him. But as she lowered her mouth once again, she dodged his lips and went for the cheek.

She dragged a long, wet kiss across his jaw, drinking in his smooth muscular features. As she did this, she nudged her hips slightly back causing his member to bend down. As her lips found their way to his earlobe, she made sure to lightly brush her erect nipples against his chest. She rose up slightly, and so did he, hoping to keep contact with her breasts. “I’ve got him right where I want him,” she thought.

Julie made sure to savor the next moment, sliding her hips back even further. She felt his rigid shaft make its first contact with her moistened patch of skin. But as his head met her opening, Julie continued to slide past. At that point, both of them wanted her to reverse direction and take him in with one thrust, but Julie remembered patience was the key. His member now slicked with her fluids, he let out a groan.

Her lips found their way onto his chest, returning the favors he had so graciously given her. A little bit of teeth on his nipple, and he started to squirm. “So he likes a little rough play? Interesting,” she mused. With her tongue properly wetted she slid down his body, delicately outlining the ridges of his abdomen. She was also delighting in the feel of his penis as it ran along her tummy, still retaining the now sticky juices she had left on it. Julie shifted her weight to the side, letting him bounce free. She teased with her tongue, never actually touching his shaft, but merely flicking gently along his shaven skin. With her hands clutching his hips, she knew the anticipation was killing him, and her as well.

Julie slowly crept along his groin with the tip of her tongue. She sensed the muscles in his legs begin to constrict when her tongue worked its way to his sac. The way his balls slid around, it was almost like a game, one she knew would land a winner every time. She shifted her tongue to the soft skin below his sac and enjoyed his wriggling before moving up once more. Her nose nudged up against his pole, causing him to flex involuntarily. It was all she could do to hold back and not take him into her mouth. There was something about the aesthetics of his penis that drew her eyes. But the drool on her chin quickly reminded her that she had more work to do.

Her lips then made first contact with him. Julie slowly worked her way up, pausing every inch to make sure he was well cared for all around. Nearing his head, her nostrils flared as she savored the aroma of his pre-cum. His scent, combined with the juices she had left on him, almost forced her into a frenzy. She finally placed her hand at the base and gave a playful squeeze, causing his head to swell. The ridge of his helmet tempted her, but she resisted and instead ran the tip of her tongue along his underside. This time, it was his hips bucking in anticipation.

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God I was horny and needed relief. The last period bell had yet to ring, and I was listening to the dull mono-tone of my Psychology teacher’s voice. 2:12… Dear GOD could time pass any slower? I squirmed in my seat, trying to get the fabric of my pants to touch the swollen clit that had been aching since I had to stop my activities with my boyfriend this morning in order to come to school — Leaving me very frustrated and annoyed that he hadn’t fucked me thoroughly. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, the bell rang. I bolted out of the classroom like a bullet being shot out of a gun. Not caring what people thought, I ran all the way to the parking lot and hopped into my boyfriend’s car. It was fairly nice, with darkly tinted windows and a large back seat. Feeling devilish(ly horny), I unlocked the door and tossed my things in the front seat, locked the doors behind me, and scrambled into the back seat.

My pussy ached for attention, my nipples were tight little stubs, and my entire body just wanted to be touched in general. I knew that Aaron always stayed after for a little bit to talk to his Physics teacher on Tuesdays, so I had a little time to get started. My fingers scrambled to unbutton my jeans and down they went, revealing my clean shaven pussy underneath — I had been too busy fucking myself this morning that I forgot to wear panties… istanbul escort Oops? My blue baby-T was the next to go, revealing my small, but full, breasts. They bounced free of their imprisonment and I was naked in the back of my boyfriend’s car.

He let me keep a few things in the back of his car for when we were out and about — Lipstick, condoms, a set of pink fuzzy handcuffs, and an eight-inch dildo for when he fucked me in the ass at the bluffs overlooking the lake, or after a date, whichever. My hand fumbled around underneath the seat to find the plastic cock, feeling at least seven pairs of my panties and a few bras before finding my treasure. I rubbed the head against my sore, wet pussy lips, which made myself moan. My eyes closed as the thickness slowly penetrated me. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from cumming too quickly. Twisting my nipples hard, I began to ram the fale penis into my swollen innards as quickly and as hard as I could, crying out every time it smashed against my cervix.

Just then, I heard carkeys jangle and a key fit into the keyhole of the driver’s side door. I didn’t slow down the pace, nor did I slow down the screaming and moaning, but I stared at the door, anticipating his entrance. “Hey, you wanna keep it down in here slut? There are people asking me avcılar escort if everything’s okay.” With that, he climbed in and shut the door, locking it immediately.

“Sorry… I was so hot, it couldn’t wait…”

He looked back at me and smiled, “I never told you how beautiful you look this morning, did I?” I shook my head and continued to masturbate. “Well, you are…” His hand reached towards me, and I slapped it.

“For this morning, you have to watch.”

He slumped and stared at me with a dumbfounded look. “You, love, I just do not understand…” His eyes watched my hand pumping the big plastic penis in and out of me repeatedly. My breasts bounced with every thrust, my mouth watered, my hips rotated — I was a bitch in heat. And I wanted it badly, but I wanted him to suffer for fucking me without satisfying me before school started. Again, he reached for me, and received another slap.

“I said no, God damn it.” My hand moved faster and faster, and I stared into his eyes, letting out a low growl. “Do you like when I fuck myself, Aaron? Hmm? Are you going to let me cum the next time you fuck me?” I moaned in between words, trying to form sentences as best as I could. “Hmm Aaron? Mmmm…”

“Yes… I will…”

“You will what, baby?” I hit the cervix again, and again, and again. Juices came pouring out şirinevler escort of my tight pussy, but I was not ready to cum yet. I wanted him to say it. “What are you going to do?”

“I will fuck you…”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear.” The dildo was pushed in all the way to it’s plastic balls. I lifted up one breast and brought it to my lips, licking the nipple. “What are you going to do for me, baby?”

“I will fuck you until you cum..”

“That’s right…” I pounded myself harder and faster, allowing myself to let go. Cum gushed from my well-used pussy and all over the back seat, my moans filled the car, along with the scent of fresh cum. I pulled out the plastic dildo with a wet “pop” and licked off my juices. Aaron moaned himself and leaned forward to lick off the access juices from the seat.

“May I..?”

I nodded slowly, taking in deep breaths. Like the good boy he was, he leaned forward and lapped at the little pool of cum that had dripped right out of my pussy. “Clean me up so I can put my pants back on.” With that, he flicked out his long, soft tongue and licked up my wet slit, causing me to moan. I pushed myself up with my hands and he licked my ass and then once more around my pussy to make sure he had gotten everything. I scooted over so that he could finish cleaning up my mess on the seat, which he immediately did as I slipped my pants and shirt back on. Once he was done, I climbed into the front seat and flashed him a wicked smile. “Good boy…” I leaned over to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “Now you’ll never fuck and run again, will you?”

“No,” he replied quickly.

I knew he had learned his lesson.

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Having just finished my shower, I dry my hair slowly with one of the fluffy white hotel towels. As I rub my head lightly, I walk out through the sliding glass door onto the dark balcony. I lean against the concrete wall that outlines the balcony and peek out over the plants to the park-like grass and trees below. I feel a slight breeze rustle my thin, light robe I have tied loosely around me. I sigh as the breeze brushes by my swollen slit, cooling it. This had been one erotic night, but I’m not completely drained.

The towel over my head, I don’t hear the door open and close quietly. You have retrieved more ice, the previous bucket long since melted. Seeing me on the balcony, obviously unaware that you have returned, you set down the bucket and walk quietly out on to the balcony. I have pulled my hair to one side to dry the tips some more, leaving the back of my neck exposed. You creep up and wrap your arms around my waist. Before I have a moment to react, you kiss the side of my neck, eventually letting the kiss flow into a long lick up to my ear. I giggle as it sends tingling sensations up and down my back.

I drop the towel and turn to you, your arms still around me. I wrap one arm around the back of your neck and place my other hand softly on your cheek. I stand on my toes and give you a long, passionate kiss, my arm pulling you anadolu yakası escort in closer to me. You can tell I have something in mind. I break the kiss, but keep my eyes locked with yours. I give you a new look you have not seen before, one of power and dominance. I slowly and surely move you to the metal deck chair to one side of the balcony. The backs of your knees against the heavy chair and my arms laying heavily on your shoulders, you have no choice but to sit down. The absence of arms on the chair make it easy for me to straddle you and sit on your lap. As I sit down, you are able to catch a peek at my young slit, slightly damp in anticipation.

I begin by pulling off your t-shirt. Once your strong chest is completely availed to me, I begin to lick and suck your left nipple. You can feel the warmth of my mouth pulling at you. I move to the right nipple as I slide my hands down your sides and slip them under the elastic of your underwear and sweat pants. You emit a low groan of complete happiness as I slide your clothing down over your hips. You are only too eager to lift your butt from the chair as I pull your pants all the way off and toss them inside the door with your shirt. Completely naked, you suddenly realize that you are surrounded by the cool night air, exposed ataşehir escort for anyone in the neighboring balconies to look over and see. You suddenly seem a little apprehensive as you glance around, and I giggle as I bring your attention back to the matter at hand.

I loosen the cord around my waist , unveiling my creamy white breasts to you, as I continue to kiss you and slide further up your legs until my mound is pressed against you. I feel your mouth groan against mine as I pull on your lips with mine. I begin to move in a circular motion, first rubbing against the straining head of your cock, then pressing my mound and stomach against you, then back and down to start all over again. You seem to be almost unable to take much more of this, and put your hands on my sides, trying to push me down onto your cock. I resist as I lean back from you to give you a seductive look of mild disapproval. I’m in control here, you must sit back and take whatever I choose to give you.

Deciding upon a change of pace, I dismount you. You try to protest, but I tell you to stop as I kneel in front of you. Realizing what is happening, you are quiet again. I put my hands on your knees and slide them up to your very hard member. I wrap one hand around your cock and begin to stroke up and down as my other hand ümraniye escort cups your balls and begins to massage them. You begin to groan, once again. I lean close and lick the tip of your cock with a quick flick of my tongue. I then envelop the head of your cock in my warm mouth and begin to swirl my tongue around it as I continue to pump and massage with my hands. You place your hands rather heavily on the back of my damp head, trying to get me to take more of you in my mouth. I resist again. Feeling that you are about to climax, I suddenly stop. You remove your hands and give me a questioning look. I merely smile seductively, once again, as I get up and sit on your lap, just as I had been before.

I can tell you are in complete erotic agony, and I decide to finally give you release. Your member is rock hard and very ready. I press the head of your cock against my tight, resistant little twat. I lower my body slowly. I flinch as your head pops inside of me. Moving up and down, I let a little more of you in at a time. Soon, you are deep inside of me, as far as you can go. I continue to pulse up and down at a quickening pace, almost the full length of your shaft sliding in and out of me. My breasts jiggle with the rapid movement. You finally release your entire load into me as my little channel squeezes you tightly. As I cum, I arch my back and press my body against you, emitting small whimpers and moans, accompanied by your groaning, of complete contentment.

I collapse against you, once again, and place my head on your shoulder, panting. As you wrap your arms around my limp, sweaty body, you remember I am back to my little, innocent self, ready to do your next bidding.

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I returned to Prague, booking the room we once shared in the old hotel. Nothing much changed even after so long, only one small bureau was replaced, the one you would perch upon as we talked in the mornings over coffee. You might remember that bureau, elegant but fragile looking, how curious that you could sit on it without breaking it. A modern cabinet with grey veneer now stands in its place.

The antique bed remains, at least the frame, the one that takes up most of the room. My relief was immediate when I saw it. Returning here again would mean nothing without this bed waiting below those strikingly tall, dusty windows that make up much of the opposing wall. Here is where you rested in the sunlight that wandered in through the open panes along with the sounds of the cathedral. That light – do you remember how it glowed like honey and cognac? No other light has suited you so well. I remember every detail of how it bathed your skin. Perhaps that is why I came back.

I am little surprised how easy it was to entice the young cleaning woman from the lobby to come up here with me. She is a nubile and clumsy thing, not possessed with your elegance. Yet, she passes in resemblance. She is bewitching enough to stand in for you, willowy and exquisite, with large breasts that were provoking furtive, hungry glances from the other men down in the lobby, as you used to do when you worked here, when we first met.

I need patience while I am instructing this young woman. I want her to be exactly as you were all those years ago when you came up with me to this room. Regrettably, she does not have your quickness and sense of drama. In her place, you would have responded splendidly to this whim of mine, being paid the crumpled, unfamiliar currency I pressed in her open palm down in the lobby. She tucked the money in her pocket with a sense of diffidence. You would have taken it with a sense of intrigue. The idea would have turned you on, being purchased like this, being paid to give an aging man back a few cherished moments.

It was in this room that I first saw how perfect you are. This is one of the moments I came here for, to remember that first time I saw you undress. I have thought of this moment often in the last few years.

She does not undress like you. She is flushed and excited with the idea of exhibiting herself to an aging stranger. Her clumsy excitement is a bit interesting. It stirs me little, but it is not really what I wanted.

I wanted her to slip her blouse from her shoulder exactly the way you once did, banishing all my distractions, making me rapt at the sight of your skin, your breathtakingly soft, always fragrant skin. I remember being overpowered with the need to touch you, to reach out and pull you to the bed. You made me wait. With a perfect knack for seduction, you drew just near enough to my face that I could sense the heat of your bare shoulder, grazing me just slightly with your breast. Then you retreated.

This stranger fumbles with her sleeves. Damn. I was silly to have thought of doing this. She will be naked too quickly. She has no sense of art. Like her generation, everything is so fast, so stark and bold. But then, admittedly, her breasts are perfect. They are full and astounding as she lets her bra drop. The rest of her is something to look at too, tapered and lithe, with the gentle articulations of an athlete. She even has a few small beauty marks just below her ribcage like you. I did not expect this. Now, I am beginning to want her.

Her excitement appears to be growing along with mine. She breathes heavily halkalı escort already though I have not touched her. I am trying to make her slow down, constraining her from fumbling too quickly into sex. At least she seems to understand that I do not wish her to just go through the motions. This leaves her inquisitive and a bit more sensual. Something deeper is beginning to show in her eyes.

Just before she removes the final article, her despicably plain panties, I ask her stand over by the window. You did this. You once stood in that light, as if you were gathering more sensuality and passion from it. She does this part well, suddenly a young goddess considering the world outside. For a moment, I am right back where I wanted to be. You are there again, glorified in front of me.

The spell is broken when she turns suddenly and starts making for the obvious erection I have developed under my pants. So bloody fast all the time these young people…what can’t they sustain a mood? She was supposed to stay there in that glow, tilt her head back slightly and laugh as, apparently, only you can do. You stayed over there to ease down your lacy white lingerie. Over there in the exquisite light, you first allowed me to see the secret of your womanhood. The majestic pose was natural for you, exposing your soft, warm, beautiful mound where I would give and take so much love over the years.

The young woman is tugging at my zipper already, kneeling already. Her motions are crass, not at all like yours. Then, I suppose being crass has a certain appeal. I am gratified when, as she takes me out, she gasps and appears a bit shocked. My vanity still counts for something I suppose. Though older now, I am still a man she will need to reckon with. My size at least makes her more eager. In response, I feel like hoisting her up, throwing her on the bed and attacking her lithe form, ravishing her with my cock, spending all the energy and passion I have been building up all at once.

I restrain myself, and I am rewarded as she begins to use her mouth. Christ, the immediate heat is wonderful, but then she starts bobbing with a jerky rhythm. She treats my cock as if it is some sort of exercise equipment. I do not want this awkward porno sucking, not here in this room of memories.

The difference is extraordinary between your deep, honest want to do this, the loving caress of your mouth swallowing me as an act of love, and this human pump. The pumping is arousing in a technical way, but empty and impersonal. The strangeness of this contrast is alone is faintly sexy, seems to be making me bit harder. Eventually, she will make me explode and drain me, if she does not rub me raw first, now assisting her mouth with a frantically pumping hand.

I make her stop, to be still and just hold me cradled in her mouth. This, I learned from you. You did this so brilliantly. Her eyes are wide and stare up at me with questioning. She does not know about pausing, how erotic pausing is, to stop and feel everything that is going on. At first she struggles, just trying not to gag, trying to stop the saliva from drooling at the edges of her mouth. Then she seems to get it, how remarkable this is, just gently holding my engorged cock like this, the sensual trail of drool painting her breast like dew, falling in small rivulets down to her legs and ugly panties, soaking them even more. Every slight change, every motion becomes subtle and deeply felt now. She relaxes, looking somewhat grateful for not having to work so hard on taksim escort me. Yes, there is something deeper in her eyes again. Good.

I become harder as we just wait like this. Once in a while, I feel her swallow, not easy to do in this position. The velvet of her mouth and the slight pressure of her tongue give me sense of exotic pleasure as I take in the beauty of her body, her steadfast gaze.

Now it is time for her to rise. She does this nicely, standing with her hips close to my face, tilting them forward a bit. Her skin is as marvellous as her panties are bloody awful. They are cheap, coarse and sag in the wrong places, a turn off, although one thing has now become fairly sensual about them. They are absolutely drenched at the front. They are stained with a beautiful, enticing wetness, growing all the darker as the material gathers at her mound. I had not realized she was quite this aroused.

With a single, patient finger, I begin to trace that wetness. She responds with a deep moan, lifting up slightly on the balls of her feet. Another flitting resemblance, in her moan (though yours is much throatier) and the arching – in this light no art could better express what is sensual about a woman’s body. I am once again tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard. But this is not how we did it back, not back then. I do not want to destroy my own whim.

This slow, lingering touch of mine is getting at her. I can see her impatience and desire is rising fast. Her cravings are beginning to take over. She reaches for my clothes now, fumbling to get them off, breathing hard again.

You did not scrabble and clutch at me this way. The same way you had undressed yourself with such maddening slowness back then, you had insisted upon undressing me. You made it last so long, a sexual act all on its own. How often you paused to smile, exploring and touching me gently, expressing curious pleasure and a sense of dawning love with each revelation. It was love and not just sex that you were building even then. Nothing could have made me feel so good, so wanted, or make me want you so much in return.

This young one does not appear to be capable of tenderness. I do not expect her to exhibit love towards me. I would be delusional to want that. This is all just carnal, a momentary exploration, or if I am more honest with myself, a questionable attempt on my part to live in past and remember what it was like to be young. But really, a little more sensuality would be better. She is twitchy, in heat, like an animal needing to be fucked hard and mindlessly. While this has it attractions, I want the sense of romance much more than the fucking, knowing full well that I cannot buy romance. I think for a moment give up on my whim.

She can see that I am troubled, and pauses, her lovely face anxious to know what I want. I think it over. She is splendidly naked now and so am I. Stopping would leave us both deeply frustrated. Besides, I want to see if what happened to you and me that first time can be reduplicated. I think this is the other reason why I returned here to this old hotel.

My decision is made. I abandon my sense of reluctance and just take her. I kiss her again and again, my hands pulling her close, grasping, roving everywhere with increasing desire. She responds with blatant want until I sweep her up powerfully and toss her on the bed. In seconds, I am hovering above her and in a few more, we are together. She is amazingly wet as she takes me in. Her moans have grown high pitched, more sincere. Her hips buck together şişli escort with mine. Now she is so much like you, her litheness, her breasts, the way she can fuck like this, so hard, so perfectly. Then, a look in her eye…amazing, it really is there. She is astonished, sensually overwhelmed. She hit orgasm already, so soon. I think about stopping, but she realizes she can keep going, and now grasps me with a whole new sense of frantic energy. She holds nothing back now. Any trace of awkwardness has vanished.

The sunlight wanders in just shortly after she has cum a second time. It bathes her exquisitely, as it once did with you, as you lay under me, astoundingly beautiful. This is when I stop. She is puzzled, still wanting the former rhythm, bucking her hips against me to encourage me to keep going.

When it had been us, you were the one who stopped. You told me to just stay there in you, amazingly hard, held in a suspended moment that lasted on and on. Only after I had given up the impulse to keep thrusting did I realize how amazing it was, to be so perfectly still together, staying there, being in you. Still heightened and aroused, we had both relaxed. We smiled tenderly at one another, laughed, felt profoundly happy. Then the orgasm…it swept through us without either of us fucking. Just the slightest motions, a gentle shifting did it. I remember how it felt to this very day, hitting us at the exactly the same moment, our eyes locked, wide and blissful with the surprise and the pleasure. Our releases kept going and going. I can easily say I have never felt anything more amazing. I understood I would always love you just in those moments.

I suppose there is little surprise that things do not work this way with a stranger who is not prepared to fall in love with me. Staying hard in her feels good, but it is not even close to the same. I know what I needed to know.

Even a few years ago before I left you, we could still make love this way. We could both orgasm perfectly together after a prolonged joining, the happiness of just being quietly together like this carrying us away. I guess I have confirmed that you have to be in love to do this. I feel terrible now that I have cheapened the uniqueness. I should have realized it was something only we could do.

I could wait for eternity inside this young woman and nothing would happen.

There is little left but to just keep fucking her. She still wants me to, once again grasping at me with a sense of youth and animal craving as I begin to move again. To work off my frustration I throw myself into it, forgetting everything for a short while. Eventually I explode in her, every one of my muscles tensed and she moans deeply taking all my cum.

I roll over. Instead of lingering in the bed in the perfect light as you did, she gets up. Always in a hurry, she washes and gets dressed, while I lay quietly just watching her. When she is ready to go, she leans over and kisses me. She offers to come back later. I touch her hair affectionately and tell her she doesn’t need to.

When she is gone, I glance over at the old rotary dial phone on the side table. I do not know how long I stare over at it, lying in the warm sunlight, listening to the gentle sounds of the cathedral and the streets outside.

You will know about this part, me phoning you. You answered cautiously, and grew even more so when you learned it was me. I told you how I was in Prague and we started talking, remembering old times.

The catch in your voice was plain when I told you I had been insane to leave you and wanted desperately to come back. How my heart leapt when you said you were glad I had finally come to my senses. No explanations required, just get your ass back home, you said. You continue to be remarkable, putting up with a wandering, ignorant old fool like me. I am so happy, looking forward to the future again after so long.

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