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After painting the dining room David decided to grab a beer and rest. As he sat on the couch his girlfriend of 6 month come in and sat nice and close to him. Dressed in workout clothes Kimberly looked awesome. She was just thin enough and David could see her ab muscles beginning to show and her arms were fit and strong. Reaching over to the table, David grabs another beer and hands Kimberly one. As they toast, she states that she wants to go to the basement for a workout. Lifting the bottle to her mouth, David notices her lips and how they wrap around the bottle. Swallowing her cold beer, Kimberly gets up and goes to the basement. Squirming a bit in his seat he decides to go downstairs with her to ‘workout.’ As Kimberly begins her routine, David hops on the treadmill for his daily run. His goal is always to run at least 3 miles, this allows him to run off tension and get his mind settled. Turning on his cd player, he begins to hear his latest book on tape, but he wasn’t able to concentrate watching Kimberly doing her push-ups. As she lowers herself to the floor he notices her strong arms and how her breath gets Escort Çankaya heavy. Getting on the balance ball, Kimberly sits down and begins her regimen of sit-ups.

David begins to sweat and get turned on watching her work. When it becomes too difficult to run, he stops the treadmill, getting Kimberly’s attention. She looks up at him, and as always, gets turned on by his strong frame and his now sweaty glow. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at her, glancing down his body, admiring it, she notices something wonderful. Sitting up on the ball she calls him over.

When he gets to her, she gently lowers his jogging shorts. She loves it when he is sweaty. Revealing his hard cock she runs her hands slowly around his balls. As she sees him grow hard her mouth is drawn to him. Her lips wrap around his tip and gently kiss it. Looking down at her kissing him, he clinches his jaw, hearing it pop she knows she is doing well. Kimberly rolls her tongue around his tip and slides her hands up his shaft. When she tastes his pre-cum she moans with delight. Leaning down, David slides his hands into her Çankaya Escort sports bra and feels her hardened nipples. Knowing how turned on she gets when he touches her tits he continues to rub her. As Kimberly gets more turned on she swallows more of his hard cock. Her mouth is full of him now, sucking him hard. Bouncing her head up and down on his cock, he puts his hands on the back of her head to guide her.

“Stand up” David demands. Kimberly looks up and smiles. When she stands, David gets on his knees and lowers her workout shorts. Her red lacey thongs get him even more turned on. He leans into her and his teeth grab her panties pulling them off her heated pussy. David pushes her back on the ball and spreads her thighs in one movement.

Gently he kisses her left inner thigh, moving in. When he reaches her clean shaven heat he can’t resist any more. His tongue slides up her she lets out a moan. He loves her taste and her smell and has longed to taste her since they had their beers. Sucking on her pussy he can taste her juices and when she reaches down and pulls his lips deeper into Çankaya Escort Bayan her he looses control.

Lifting up, he rolls her towards him and begins to guide his cock up and down her steaming wet pussy. With each passing he pushes deeper into her. Being unable to wait any longer, Kimberly sits up, grabs his firm ass and pulls him into her, so deep and forceful, he almost cums. With his cock at its hardest, he pulls out and sucks her tits. Biting down on her nipple she moans and tells him to take her. She pulls his lips towards her and kisses him more passionately than ever. It was like their first time, his lips tasted sweet like the gum he was chewing and as his tongue entered her mouth she took over the kiss. Sucking on his tongue and swirling hers in his mouth, his cock entered her, so deeply that she exploded around him. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around him which pushed him over the edge. Her pulsating pussy made him cum, sending hot juice into her and their kiss intensified. David continued to slowly pulse deep inside her until the intensity subsided. As their groins began to relax, she whispered in his ear how wonderful and loved he was. Her tongue ran along his ear lobe and she began to kiss his neck. Closing his eyes, David felt more loved and respected than he had in years. Kimberly was truly his soul mate and he was glad they found each other.

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Chapter 05 – Pool Party

Friday afternoon I was sitting at work, finishing my weekly duties. Nothing much was happening and the office was pretty quiet. The sound of my phone ringing broke that silence.

“Hello,” I answered.

“It’s Emma,” her lovely voice informed me.

“And Leslie,” a second voice added.

“Two for the price of one,” I joked. “What can I do for you ladies?”

“New assignment time, stud,” Emma informed me.

“Tomorrow at noon at my house,” Leslie instructed.

“What’s the assignment,” I asked, figuring they probably would not tell me.

“Glad you asked,” Leslie responded. “We’re having a party.”

“A pool party for some prospective clients,” Emma supplemented.

“That sound like a good time,” I admitted.

“Bring your bathing suit and sports knowledge,” Leslie directed me. “We need you to be macho with the men and charming with their wives.”

“Charming but respectable,” Emma clarified.

“I think I can do that,” I laughed.

“We have great faith in you,” Leslie postured.

“As of tomorrow, you are our new consultant,” Emma divulged.

“I am looking forward to it,” I offered.

“See you tomorrow,” they said in unison and both hung up.

I finished my day and headed home. I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

The next day arrived and I headed to Leslie’s as directed. I had on a dark blue hawaiian shirt and black shorts, accompanied by flip flops and my shades. I was struck by how highly I thought of myself at that moment.

When I arrived, the driveway was full of cars, forcing me to park in front of the house behind two other cars. I made my way to the door and before I could ring the bell the door opened. Vivian ushered me into the house quickly and shut the door.

“I was waiting for you,” she admitted.

“Thanks, you look great,” I complemented. She had on a white two-piece bathing suit. The top was a string halter and the bottom was also a sting style suit.

“No one else knows you’re here,” she stated. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Viv, you know the rules,” I reminded her.

“You’re right, but I want you,” she whined. “Let’s ask Leslie.”

“Ask me what,” Leslie questioned as she entered the front hall.

She strolled over and kissed me on the cheek. She was wearing a blue bikini top and a long sarong around her waist, probably being self conscious about the still fading scars on her legs.

“I want to know what the rules for today are,” Vivian pressed.

“Good question,” Leslie declared. “Let’s get this settled.”

Leslie started up the stairs and we followed quickly. She headed down the hall to her room. The door was closed but she opened it without knocking. Penny was standing there tying the top of another woman I did not recognize. Penny had on a sexy black one piece suit that crossed behind her neck and across her tits. The other woman had on a red string bikini. She had a great body from my view.

We entered the bedroom and Leslie closed the door.

“Hey y’all,” Penny said, still finishing what she was doing.

“Time to set the rules for the day,” Leslie stated. “This is my sister Brooke. She is thinking of joining the game and will observe today.”

Brooke turned around and I recognized her from some of the pictures on Leslie’s wall. She was stunning, about 5ft 4in tall, with blonde hair that ended well above her shoulders and was dyed black at the bottom. I guessed she was about 8 to 10 years younger than Leslie. She had nice, full breasts and outstanding curves on her tight frame. Her ass was a little plumper than the other ladies, but that was a nice distinguishing feature.

“Welcome,” I said simply.

“Thanks, but nothing is official yet,” she warned sharply.

“Ok, here are the rules,” Leslie interrupted. “We each get one turn with him today during the party. The catch is that you cannot have your turn until the person ahead of you in line has had their turn. Vivian will go first, then Penny and then me.”

“Looks like I have my work cut out for me,” I joked.

“Brooke you can observe anything you like,” Leslie added. “You are not allowed to participate today, but I do want a decision by the end of the day. Now everyone out to the pool.”

As we started to leave the room, Vivian grabbed my hand and held me back.

“We will have to meet you out there,” she called to the other ladies as she shut the door behind them.

“Remember, it’s one turn Vivian,” Leslie called from the hall.

Vivian wrapped her arms around my neck and was kissing me deeply while Leslie repeated the rules. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly.

“I’ve Escort Ankara missed you baby,” she said pulling away from me.

“I’ve missed you too, Viv,” I announced.

“I wish I had more than one turn with you,” she lamented. “I would stay up here with you all day.”

“I am sorry that is not the case,” I postured. “Since you only have one turn, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fill me,” she exclaimed. “So I can carry some of you with me all day.”

I smiled at her as she untied her suit bottom and dropped it to the floor. Vivian then climbed onto the bed on all fours and indicated for me to join her. I dropped my shorts to the floor and pulled my shirt over my head to deposit it as well. I climbed up on the bed and positioned myself behind Vivian’s tight little ass.

“Don’t make me wait, babe,” she stated.

I placed the head of cock to her hole and leaned into her. My pole slid inside her opening with no resistance as she was well lubricated. I moaned as I pushed in again. She felt amazing. I grabbed her hips and rocked in and out of her moistness. I rocked faster and pushed harder but it was not enough for her.

“FUCK ME HARDER,” Vivian screamed.

Not wanting to disappoint her I began ramming her wildly. I crashed my cock inside her over and over as my balls slammed into her clit. I pulled her to me with more force each time as she started to moan. I impaled her hotspot with my rod until she screamed with delight. She reached her arms back to me and I grabbed them, using them as leverage to continue to spear her pussy with my swollen member.

Finally she screamed and shuttered as she climaxed. It made me happy to get her to that point and I was smiling as I reached my own orgasm. I emptied my nuts into her box with multiple thick streams of jizz. I unloaded them with several furious thrusts into her before I exited her vagina.

Vivian collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily but not speaking. I climbed off the bed and dressed. When I was done I headed back over to where Vivian was lying and kissed her on the cheek.

“I will let them know you need a few minutes to compose yourself,” I said before turning and exiting the bedroom.

I headed down the stairs and through the kitchen and dining room to the back patio area. As I stepped outside, there were a lot of people milling about and several in the pool. Emma husband Jack was manning the grill and we exchange an obligatory head nod. There was a couple in the hot tub and several people sitting back on beach style chairs. There was also a volleyball net setup but no one was using it. There were several coolers filled with beer, soda and water. There was also a large, buffet-style table with about a dozen trays of catered food, from chicken to salad to penne.

I noticed Leslie and Emma talking to a tall, fat man and a shorter rounder lady. Penny, meanwhile, was trapped with a thin, medium height man and a shorter, bikini clad blonde lady. Brooke, I noticed, was lying on a beach chair in the sun with her shades on, taking in the rays. It was quite a scene to behold and the first thing I did was grab a drink.

I headed over to where Penny was and started making small talk with her and the couple she was speaking with, Bob and Sue Denton. Apparently, Bob was a small business owner looking for legal representation and Penny was selling me hard on Emma and Leslie. I introduced myself as a consultant, as I had been instructed.

The conversation worked its way from business to sports. Bob was a big NASCAR guy and I tried to keep up with him during the conversation. He then suggested that he and Sue play against Penny and me in a game of volleyball. I thought it would be fun and we headed over to where the net was setup.

We managed a playful game with Bob and Sue, which prompted a small crowd to gather. Penny hit a few nice shots at the end to win it for us. I think most of the men where watching Penny play in her tiny little suit, but the game was nice and light. It was more fun than anything else. That entire environment changed when Jack chimed in.

“I bet I can pick any lady here and beat you two,” Jack announced for all to hear.

“You’re on,” I challenged him quickly.

Penny pulled me aside and I expect her to say that I was taking this was too seriously.

“That was very assertive of you,” she said, surprising me. “And very hot.”

“Thanks, I get a little competitive sometimes,” I admitted.

“Good, let’s beat them then,” she agreed.

“You make it sound like a foregone conclusion,” I stated.

“I played division I volleyball in college, so it is,” she informed me. “Let me Ankara Escort go change.”

Penny stepped away and disappeared inside the house as Jack kept talking.

“Is your partner scared,” he teased.

“I don’t think so, Jack,” I fired at him. “Choose your partner.”

“I’ll take Emma,” he announced.

Emma trotted over from where she was standing and joined her husband. She was wearing a simple pink sundress, playing it conservative around Jack. Penny reemerged from the house with a t-shirt and shorts on, ready to go. She ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Let’s go,” she yelled as she served the ball for the first time.

The game went very well for us, as Emma was not much of an athlete. Jack tried to carry his team but Penny was just too much for him. She hit shots to run him ragged which allowed me to drop the ball in for easy points. We beat them easy, 21-6.

“I really didn’t have the caliber of partner that you did,” Jack proclaimed after the match.

“I bet you could pick any guy here to be your partner and we would still beat you Jack,” Penny fired back at him.

“Name your bet Penny,” Jack retaliated.

“If win you buy me a new wardrobe,” Penny offered.

“And if I win,” Jack inquired.

“I will clean your house for a month,” Penny responded.

“Interesting,” Jack pondered. “Make it you clean my house naked and you’re on.”

Emma looked at her husband disgusted and some of the guests made gasping sounds as they watched the exchange take on a new level. Emma stomped off, apparently disgusted at her spouse. Penny thought for a long moment about the new proposal.

“Deal,” she finally agreed.

“Great,” Jack exclaimed. “I pick him.”

Jack was pointing past us and we all turned to see at whom. I was surprised to see that Mindy and Brad had joined the party. Mindy was wearing a white bikini with floral print on it and looked hot. Brad, in shorts and a t-shirt, stood there without a clue of what just happened. Mindy pushed him towards the area we were to play in and he wandered over.

“Game on,” I surmised out loud.

Penny huddled with me quickly.

“Keep it high and I will spike junior into the ground,” she indicated.

I smiled and nodded. I served the ball and the game was underway. It was tight game early, trading points until it was 7-7. Penny then kicked it into high gear and began spiking the ball all over Brad, who for a baseball player seemed awfully uncoordinated. She rang up 6 straight points on him before Jack forced him to switch spots.

Jack faired no better as Penny outsmarted him. Every time Jack jumped to block a spike, Penny stayed back and directed the ball just past him; gently enough so Brad could not reach it. The game ended 21-9.

“I will send you the bill after my trip to the mall, Jack,” Penny gloated.

Jack said nothing; he just huffed away from the court. He gave me an ominous stare as he did so. Penny turned to me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Meet me inside in 5 minutes,” she half giggled, half whispered.

Penny then turned and headed back into the house. I watched her disappear and waited a few minutes. I made some more small talk with Bob and Sue to kill time. After some time had elapsed I excused myself and headed into the house. Brooke was standing near the kitchen counter and we made eye contact as I entered.

“Penny’s upstairs in Leslie’s room,” she announced. “I take it she is waiting for you.”

“That would be my estimation,” I agreed. “What did you think of our volleyball performance?”

“Sports bore me,” she huffed. “I need a little more excitement.”

“The join the game,” I encouraged her.

“Maybe I will,” she retorted, smirked at me.

I turned and headed upstairs without saying anything else. A maybe was always better than a straight no. I proceeded to Leslie’s room where the door was shut. I knew who was inside so I felt no need to knock. I opened the door and Penny was lying on the bed, completely naked.

“Join me,” she invited.

I kicked off my flip flops and deposited my shirt and shorts in a pile right there on the floor. I walked over to the bed with my cock getting harder by the second. I climbed onto the bed and attempted to position myself on top of Penny, but she had other ideas. Penny pushed me onto my back and began stroking my cock while kissing my chest.

“Since this is a one shot deal,” she said, “I want to make it count.”

She then kissed her way down my stomach and her mouth found my rock hard rod. She licked the tip of my dick before running her tongue up and down my shaft repeatedly. I winced and breathed Ankara Escort Bayan heavy as she did this. She continued to stroke and lick my pole until I could not take it anymore.

Just when I thought I would combust, she thrust my cock into her mouth. She sucked and slobbered on my tool with great energy. Her skills were tremendous as she mouthed and lapped at my stick. She changed her technique to take most of my shaft into her mouth. I was seeing start the more she deep throated my pool. It was only a matter of moments before I was blasting my milky jizz into the back of her throat. She did not let one drop escape as she held my dick in her mouth until I was empty.

I lay there, spent. Penny crawled up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

“I can’t wait until the next we are together and I can get more out of you,” she declared.

She then hopped off the bed and threw her sexy bathing suit back on as I watched. I looked past her and noticed Brooke standing in the doorway. She saw me catch a glimpse of her and she walked away. Penny was ready to go at that point.

“Don’t take too long,” she giggled. “Leslie still gets her turn.”

Penny then disappeared out of the room and I was alone for a moment. I finally found the energy to lift myself off the bed and put my cloths back on. I was about to head back downstairs when I noticed Brooke in the doorway again.

“Penny looked great but you didn’t do much,” she shot at me.

“The game has many forms,” I replied.

I brushed past her and was on my way down the stairs when she spoke again.

“Do you want me to play the game,” she asked.

“I don’t think this is a matter of what I want,” I educated her.

“Are you saying you don’t think I’m hot,” she challenged. “That you don’t want to fuck me?”

“That’s not what I am saying at all,” I explained. I wasn’t even thinking that. She was hot. Her body was tight and her two-toned hair was a turn-on, not to mention her full breasts. “Brooke, if you play this game, you have to be prepared and willing to accept what it brings. That is what I am saying. Off the record though, I would love to fuck the shit out of you more than once.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I headed down the remaining steps and through the kitchen, back out to the pool area in the back. I stepped through the glass door and saw Jack on the grill again while Penny, Emma and Leslie were each schmoozing different perspective clients.

I grabbed a beach chair and a beer, trying to relax. I saw for only a moment before Mindy pulled up a seat next to me. She was beautiful, but off limits. Though, she paid me a lot of attention. I waited for her questions to come, though I could never be sure about what topic they would be.

“Who’s the best,” she asked.

“The best at what,” I played dumb.

“The best in bed,” she clarified.

“They all have their strengths,” I admitted.

“You have been with Emma, Leslie, Penny and Vivian,” she recapped. “One of them has to do more for you than the others. Who is it?”

“Don’t forget Nikki,” I corrected her.

“Oh, I don’t know Nikki,” she revealed. “This is a unique game. You are a prize; you don’t have to play this game you know.”

“Yes, I do know,” I confirmed. “I chose to play. I like the game. I like the women that play with me. Try not to judge.”

“I wanna play,” she pouted.

“Not my call,” I simplified.

She sort of huffed and walked away muttering something under her breath that I did not quite catch. In a small way I enjoyed being able to ruffle her feathers like that, in another way I felt like an ass for dismissing her so easily. I watched her grab Brad by the hand and lead him into the house.

I spent the rest of the afternoon drinking and making small talking. I played my role as the macho consultant to perfection, complimenting the wives and talking sports with the husbands. Every so often Jack would glare my way with a look that said he was still pissed about losing. No wonder Emma sought me out for this game.

As the sun started to get low in the sky, people start to leave and tell Leslie what a great time they had. I kicked back in a beach chair again, nursing another beer when I saw a silhouette sit down next to me. I assumed it was Mindy again.

“You did great today,” Leslie said. She had ignored me most of the day, but now I was the center of her attention. “I think we should go inside and discuss an idea I had.”

She grabbed me by the hand and led me into the dining room. Brooke, Vivian and Penny were all seated at the table, apparently waiting for us. We both sat and I examined the looks on the ladies faces. They were as confused as I was.

“Today was a splendid hit,” Leslie began. “I am making a small change to today’s rules. What exactly that change will be depends on where the game stands. Brooke, do you have a decision for us?”

We all looked at Brooke, waiting for that answer.

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Taking a long, lingering look can have surprising results…

Author’s note: This is my entry for the 2019 Nude Day contest, mostly because the next installment of ‘One Prince’ isn’t ready, yet. This is intended as a fun little story of no great social import. I hope you read and enjoy this bit of Fantasy with a side of Willing Suspension of Disbelief. Also, regardless of the contest, voting and constructive comments are how I learn how well I’m doing entertaining you, the Reader. Onwards!

*~*~*~*~*

She was lying on the beach blanket, masturbating. Granted, there weren’t that many people around, since her part of the beach had a rocky point sticking out into the lake. Most everybody was a good hundred yards away or more to the south, families with kids, singles young and old, playing in the sandy shallows.

The only reason I saw her was because I was walking the beach for exercise. She was probably late twenties to early thirties, and she had a killer bod. Even with gravity pulling her tits down and to the sides, she was still stacked. And her arms lay across firm, toned abs, her hands resting on her mons while she diddled herself.

She was breathing hard with her eyes closed, moaning softly and writhing all over the flat rock that formed her sunbathing spot. And I was getting an instant hard-on.

I will admit it. I am a voyeur and a letch. I stopped to watch. And to record it on my phone as I walked up to her. My timing must have been excellent. I was about six feet away with a beautifully framed video of her doing herself when she exploded.

“Oh, fuck! YES!!!” She stiffened for a couple of seconds, then convulsed several times in what was obviously orgasmic bliss. I waited until she calmed down a bit.

“Thank you,” I told her as I watched her, framed in the video display. Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright, glaring at me. She didn’t even try to cover up.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, pervert?!?!” she yelled at me. A reasonable question.

“I’m preserving a delicious memory that will be wonderful masturbatory material for later,” I told her, “and thanking you for an amazing performance. And I thought you should know, there’s another group of hikers coming along behind me, three minutes, maybe four. Good day, ma’am.” I turned to leave.

“Hey! What’s your name, asshole?” she demanded as she grabbed a beach robe and slipped it on.

“I’m sorry…” I paused and looked back. “Do I look stupid today? I really did try to wash it off before I came to the beach…” I turned to leave again, but not before catching her trying to suppress the smile.

“No, you look like a dirty old man pervert who probably won’t get any use out of that video because you’re too fucking old to get it up!” she told me. I sighed. I get that, a lot.

I am a 65-year-old weather-beaten male who looks older than I am, but whose testosterone has not deserted him, as has happened to a number of my friends. The ones that are still alive, that is. I wear very loose khaki shorts and a loose tropical shirt to the beach for a simple reason… when I get hard watching the hard-bodies, the tenting doesn’t show as much.

I slipped my phone in my pocket, turned back to the woman and dropped my pants. Oh, yes… I don’t wear underwear. Too confining. Her eyes locked on to my genitals like targeting radar.

“Oh!…” It was all she said, but I knew I’d made my point. The video of her was going to make great masturbatory material later. At least she had the good graces to compliment me by continuing to stare at my bobbing erection.

“If I may ask a personal question,” I began, continuing to expose myself to her and acutely aware that I had about a minute before the hiking group coming up on us would be in sight of me, “why would an absolutely gorgeous woman like you, albeit with an attitude, be pleasuring herself out here on the open beach, instead of being entangled with some special man, or woman, of your choice?”

She looked at me without saying a word, and I am sure she was just as aware of the group approaching us. She grabbed her purse and started fumbling in it. I waited just a bit, then sighed and started to pull up my shorts.

“Hey!” she called out, and I looked up at her. Click! That bogus shutter sound on her phone as she took a picture of me with my pants down and my rather hefty hard-on sticking out like a flagpole. “So I can identify you in the police lineup,” she commented with a smirk.

“Should be easy,” I nodded, with a slight smile, and fastened my shorts. Again, I turned to walk away.

“Hey!” she called again, and when I looked, she was holding out a piece of paper. I took the couple of steps needed to reach it and took the opportunity to survey her body. It wasn’t helping me go soft.

She had handed me a piece of an envelope on which she had scrawled “Anne” and a phone number.

“Just in case you want an actual answer to your question,” she told me, then got up and gathered her purse and towel, and headed Escort Ankara over the rocks towards the trees and what I presumed would be the lot where she parked her car. I watched those luscious hips swaying away from me and gave a brief thought to what calling her might entail. Then I stuffed the scrap of paper in my shorts and headed on up the beach.

* * * * *

Dinner was half-backed Dungeness crab, a veggie-rice pilaf and a carafe of Chenin Blanc. Tony knew exactly how to prepare the crab to my liking, which is why I kept coming back to his place. Now I was relaxing over my wine and musing on the day’s events.

After my encounter with Anne, presuming that was her real name, I had finished my walk ending up back at the family section of the beach and the lot where I’d parked my car. I retrieved some chilled juice from my trunk and then hung around, people watching until sunset. I really do love the sunsets over the lake.

I tossed a mental coin and decided to head back to my place, to change clothes before heading out to dinner. This was Friday night and it was a weekend habit of mine to go people-watching in town. I’m comfortably retired and can do whatever I want, but I’ve found a certain routine amuses me, so I generally stick to it. Watching people and speculating on their histories is one of them. Writing fictional accounts based on my musings is another.

My “place” is my vacation-turned-retirement home on the shores of the lake, about 15 minutes north of the town and the public beach. About 800 shore-feet, and from the lake to the highway which averages 400 feet deep, mostly evergreen and birch woods with some oak, maple and elm thrown in for fall color. Just about 7 acres of heaven, from my point of view. I inherited it from my father and grandfather, who had built it in the early 1950’s. It was ahead of its time, but has had some technological upgrades since then. It is simple, not pretentious.

It is the place I chose for my retirement. I’d done 20 years in the Navy, 20 working for the CIA and 5 as a private contractor. After that, I figured I’d earned the right to call it quits. Along the way, I’d gotten married to Wife One, Betty, had a kid, gotten divorced, gotten remarried to Wife Two, Julie, gotten two more kids, got my Widower Card when Julie died from cancer, and finally retired.

These days I liked to keep my hand into a wide range of hobbies. Sailing, diving, automotives (which includes bikes, cars and trucks), hunting, fishing, woodworking, music and sex. Especially sex. Sex had replaced, most agreeably, the contact sports I’d loved.

It’s a knock on our culture that the only “old guys” that are deemed sexy are the ones with a seven-figure income or a lot of screen time. Especially if the woman is under thirty. Sean Connery and Patrick Stewart may rank high on their lists, but Jason Smeltnish doesn’t. Never heard of Jason? Neither has anyone else. He’s an 82-year-old veteran whose paperwork keeps getting screwed up by the VA.

In any case, in the pursuit of sex, I’d taken to ogling as a precursor. And the beach was a great place to ogle. There was a wide range of bikinis there, from Very Young to Well Aged. If I was lucky, there would be women there who liked to be ogled, and flirted with, and dated, and eventually bedded. Currently, I wasn’t so lucky.

My two Friends With Benefits for the last couple of years had left town. Myrtle had gone to live with her older sister and help her out after a nasty illness. No idea when she’d be back. Jasmine had left to go stay with her daughter, who’d just had her third child and needed some help running roughshod over the others. No idea when she’d be back, either.

So I would occasionally entertain myself by ogling the women at the beach and having the occasional dinner at Tony’s, and ogling the women there. It generally kept me out of trouble. Which is why I’d decided to come to Tony’s tonight.

* * * * *

I saw Anne enter the restaurant and the hostess direct her to a small table near the front. Dining alone, I thought, then motioned my usual waitress over.

“Suzanne, do you see that woman just being seated?” I asked and she nodded. “Whatever she orders, give me the check. I’m covering it. Don’t tell her it’s on me or point me out or anything. Okay?”

“Sure, Mr. Stevens,” she smiled slightly, “but you sure do have a strange way of picking up women…”

“Now you be careful with that mouth, young lady,” I told her with a smile, “or I might have to put you over my knee.”

“Promises, promises,” she quipped, then moved off to handle her other customers. I just sat in my booth in the back, my favorite for people-watching. And now, for Anne-watching.

When most people look around a room, they look in the brighter lit spots, and where there’s more traffic, and so forth. Not so much in the corners or dimly lit areas. Or ones partially blocked by the busboy’s station. Anne looked around, as I had expected. She didn’t see me, as I had hoped. I saw that she Ankara Escort ordered a Chef’s Salad and apparently iced tea to go with it. Tony makes a mean house dressing… the kind that takes an extra 20 minutes’ workout to burn it off. Anne appeared willing to do the extra minutes.

When she asked for her check, Suzanne went and got it, and brought it to me. I paid it and the receipt for the meal went to Anne, who appeared shocked and started looking around. I made myself as obscure as possible behind the busboys and it appeared she didn’t notice me. So far, so good. I paid my bill and waited, finishing my wine and waiting for Anne to leave. When she did, I gave her a reasonable head start, then ambled up to the front of the restaurant, where I could see the parking lot.

I half expected her to lie in wait, to see who was stalking her. In fact, she did — just beyond the edge of the porch, where the steps went down to the lot. From where I was, I could see her and she couldn’t see me. Even more perfect. I waited until she gave up and headed for her car, then followed along behind until I found out which one was hers. I noted the license plate number, then moved — unnoticed, I hoped — over to my car and got in.

When she left, I tailed her. She wasn’t being careful, which made it easy on me. The town isn’t large and if she wasn’t going home, there were only a couple places she might go, and Margie’s Emporium was one of them, and was in fact the place she picked. Margie is my cousin-in-law, or whatever you’d call it. She’s my first cousin Ben’s wife. Anyway, while Anne was browsing, I slipped inside and pulled Margie into a private conversation.

“Whatever she buys,” I told Margie, “tell her it’s paid for, then put it on my bill. Leave my name out of it, okay?”

“Jack, are you trying to get laid again?” was Margie’s initial response. To my look, she added, “okay, okay, I know… ‘this one is special’… fine. Whatever she buys, goes on your tab.”

“Thank you, luv,” I told her and kissed her forehead. “I’m not going to screw around with her very much longer, I promise. I just want today to be memorable.”

“Oh, it’ll be memorable, alright,” Margie snickered. “I just want to be there when she finds out it’s you.”

I suddenly became suspicious. “Why?” I asked, in my best suspicious voice.

“You know who that is, right?” was Margie’s response.

“No…” I got that uneasy feeling that it would definitely be in my best interests to know who she was.

“That’s Anne Richards, widow of Lawrence Richards,” Margie told me and I started to get a knot in my gut. I definitely knew the name. Never had a face to go with it. “Ex-Special Forces, then trophy wife, now rich widow in her own right,” Margie went on. “She is not going to take kindly to being fucked with.”

“Okay…” I let go the breath I was holding. “Do the bill-me thing anyway and don’t let her know it’s me, okay? And do you happen to have a home address for her?”

“Jack, please tell me you’re not going to do anything illegal, right?” Margie had reason to be suspicious, I’ll admit. “Or stupid?”

“Nope, I won’t do anything illegal,” I crossed my heart. “I won’t even go near the place.”

She gave me the hairy eyeball on that one, but got me the address anyway. Once I got it, I snuck out and drove over to the mortuary. John, the mortician, was also the town florist. I ordered a dozen peach roses and one white one, and had them delivered to Anne’s address with a note.

“Thanks for a wonderful day,” I put in the note. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” I signed it “J”.

Then I drove on home, satisfied with my day’s work of wreaking havoc, sowing doubt and confusion and generally just enjoying myself. My phone didn’t ring until 10pm. It was John.

“I know you said to keep it anonymous,” he told me in a hurried voice. “But Jesus, Jack! Anne Richards just called — my home number, Jack — and wanted to know who ordered the flowers! She is not someone to mess with, Jack, trust me… she can be really intimidating. I told her I wasn’t sure. Just, some guy comes in off the street and orders the flowers, pays cash and leaves. She gave me your description, Jack! She asked if it was you. I told her maybe… the guy she described could have been the guy that ordered the flowers. But I didn’t let on to knowing you, Jack. You better watch yourself, dude… she isn’t one to take ‘no’ for an answer!”

“I hear you, John, and thanks for the call,” I told him. “She’s going to figure it out pretty soon, I’m sure. It’s just a friendly little allurement. If she puts my name to the description, you don’t have to deny it. You’re cool. And thanks again.”

“Okay, Jack, well… you just watch yourself, hear?” John was one of my longer-time friends in the town.

“Sure, John, I will. You have a great night.”

We rang off and I thought about it for awhile. I decided to walk the beach again tomorrow. She might be there, she might not. I needed the exercise, regardless.

* Ankara Escort Bayan * * * *

She was there. Gloriously nude, stretched out on her bit of flat rock to catch the midday sun. Little beads of moisture breaking loose and running down her curves in rivulets. Absolutely tantalizing.

“Hello,” she said as I drew near, before I got particularly close, and without opening her eyes. “Back for more fapping material?”

“Not really,” I smiled. “The video was good for a couple of orgasms. This is my midday Constitutional.”

“Only a couple?” she chided me. “I’m disappointed. I would have thought I was worth more than a couple.”

“Well, I didn’t have the entire masturbatory scene on video,” I temporized. “Only the last little bit. And besides, it was a late night for a dirty old man pervert like me. I was a bit rushed.”

“A late night sneaking around, paying widow’s bills for them, Santa?” she asked and we both knew she was fishing.

“Don’t let the white beard and bit of a gut fool you,” I told her. “Actually, I’m only one of his helpers. I was up late working on a dollhouse.”

“A dollhouse?” Now she sounded intrigued.

“Yes, for my granddaughter. I want to have it done by her birthday.” On the word granddaughter, Anne had struggled to sit up a bit, open her eyes and stare pointedly at my left hand.

“Granddaughter,” she iterated. “No wedding ring…”

“Widower,” I told her. “I put it away the day after I buried her. It will go to my son when I’m gone. I don’t want to bother you, Anne. I saw you sunning, beautiful as ever, and decided to say hello. I’ve the rest of my walk to do, so I’ll get going.”

“Where are you walking to?” she asked, looking north along the shoreline.

“The old cannery ruins,” I told her. “That makes about a 5 mile round trip when I start back at the family beach. Anyway, I’ll leave you to your sun-worship, Anne. Have a great day…” I turned and started to walk away.

“Just a moment…” and after a long pause, “Jack!” I stopped. She’d obviously been a busy girl herself.

“Stop here on your way back,” she smiled, thinking she’d surprised me. “I’d like to talk to you for a bit.”

“As you wish, Ms. Richards,” I told her with a bit of a smile and a nod, then turned and headed on up the beach. We were both obviously dancing around each other, I knew. I just didn’t know the point to the dance. For me, it was being able to mess with her mind in nice ways. For her… I hadn’t a clue.

I spent the rest of the walk musing about the meaning of our dance, and her gravity-defying tits. She shaved her pussy, as well. And, I’m betting, legs, arms, armpits and maybe her face, for all I knew. She was beautiful and she knew it. Light auburn hair with red and reddish-gold streaks to her waist, tanning salon skin — unless she spent the winters in the tropics on private property, which was a possibility — crystal blue eyes that kind of had their own inner light, all on a frame that was 5’5″ or 5’6″ — hard to tell in town, when she had on heels — and I would guess 34-24-36. Probably a C, maybe a D.

And she walked with a confidence a lot of women don’t have. Maybe it was the Service, maybe the money. It didn’t matter. She was hot and she knew it. She was a lot like a modern Rita Hayworth. I was starting to think she might be out of my league. Except, I’ve never been particularly good at knowing my place. Or staying there.

She was still there when I got back, but now she had on a tiny white bikini. Tiny, as in Band-Aids would have covered more. She was sitting up with a floppy hat shading her face as she worked her cell phone.

“Hi, Jack!” she called out as I approached. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Hello, Anne,” I answered as I moved to her rock. “As long as drinking you in with my eyes doesn’t count, then yes, please.”

“You are so smooth, Mr. Stevens,” she smiled as she fished out a bottle of cold lemonade from a cooler off to the side. “A man of mystery who isn’t all that easy to ferret out.”

“Really?” I answered, sitting down and accepting the drink. “I didn’t think I was the type to try to hide anything.”

“Well, you gave three of my private investigators fits, trying to find out who you were and what kind of insidious game you were playing with my mind,” she chuckled. “They didn’t think to ask the waitresses at the restaurant whether they knew who you were… with a picture suitably edited, of course. Thank goodness, I did.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t pay them,” I told her. “They aren’t particularly good at their jobs.”

“No, they aren’t,” she agreed, still smiling. “They did find out you have a long history with the Navy and the CIA. And private contracting. All that stink of government secrets could have a lot of interesting stories hidden in there.”

I dismissed it with a wave of my hand. “A forty-five year job,” I told her. “I’m retired, now. A boring old nobody.”

“Uh-huh,” she agreed with about as much skepticism as you can pack into two syllables. “That was a cute trick with the roses… and I have no idea how you knew I love peach roses! For all you laid out for me — and it wasn’t even a date! — I’d like to return the favor. If you are willing, I’d like to invite you to dinner.”

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They looked like the other hikers as they emerged from the car — hiking boots, packs with water, layered clothing, and hats for the sun. Tulsa loved the first steps of a new hike, with everything green and inviting, an unknown trail that would reveal many tiny perfections of life in the hours to come. They had gone only about a quarter mile when she spotted the spring beauties, with fine white petals.

“Look, honey,” she exclaimed, bending over to enjoy their pale loveliness. Amos came up behind her, looking only at her beautiful ass as she bent.

“Fantastic, absolutely fantastic,” Amos said, giving her bottom a soft slap and then rubbing and massaging a bit. Tulsa stood up, faced Amos, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest. With both hands on her bottom, Amos kissed her deeply. Tulsa sucked hungrily on his tongue as he moved it in and out of her mouth. She was just starting to get a little breathless, with small moans escaping her lips, when Amos broke away.

“Let’s see what’s around the next bend, baby,” he said, and strode ahead. Tulsa followed, dappled sunlight shining through the leaves onto the dirt trail. They went perhaps another half-mile at an easy pace, breathing in the smell of pine, spring, and moist earth. Then, Amos turned and headed straight into the woods, stopping when they were no longer in sight of the trail.

“I like this one,” he said, positioning himself near a large burr oak with a perfect Y in its lower branches.

Tulsa looked it over, then lowered her eyes a little and inquired, “What should I do?”

“Why don’t you see how the bark feels,” Amos suggested. Tulsa stroked the rough bark with her hand, then moved closer. She slipped off her fleece jacket to reveal the light green tank top underneath. She leaned into the tree, rubbing her bare arms on the bark. Then she lifted the tank top and lightly pressed her large breasts to the tree’s roughness.

“Mmmmm,” she said, “It feels good, real good.” She took one firm mound in her hands, still encased in her bra, and began to move it vigorously back and forth across the delightful roughness. Her nipple was erect, very hard, straining to get full attention.

“That’s nice,” Amos said, “Very nice. Take your breasts out, baby. Let me see you give yourself a real treat.”

Wasting no time, Tulsa breathlessly slipped out of her tank and pulled eagerly at her breasts, freeing them from the cups of the bra. Moaning just a little she pressed them together with her hands and moved them slowly at Escort Etlik first, one way and then the other across the tree’s course covering. Both nipples stood at ready attention as her breasts began to get pink.

“Oh…so good…so nice…” she said, her voice ragged as she ground the tender flesh of her breasts against the bark. Her breasts became a bright, painful red, but to Tulsa it was pure intense pleasure.

Amos stood watching her, his cock responding to her actions. He stroked himself a little through his shorts, but mostly he just enjoyed her frantic activity. “Need a little help, darlin?” he inquired.

“Yes….oh yes….,” Tulsa said, giving her breasts just a moment of rest as she looked up at him.

“Put one in the Y, baby,” Amos directed. Tulsa complied eagerly, as she always did. On the back side of the tree, she wedged her breast firmly into the dip where the two branches came together. It was a tight fit, her breast compressed and her nipple jutting out toward Amos.

“That’s perfect…just so,” Amos said, taking a couple of steps so he was right in front of her. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, almost gently at first, then beginning to tug a bit, roll it, taste it, bite it. Tulsa was a mass of wiggles, trying to push more and more of her breast into the crevice for his attention.

“The other one,” Amos directed, just when Tulsa thought she might go insane. She frantically jerked one breast free and shoved in the other one. Amos grabbed at it without mercy, pulling on her nipple, getting it into position. He didn’t bother with gentleness this time, just started pulling and giving that beautiful, red breast stinging slaps. Separated from him by the tree, Tulsa was shimmying up against the bark, thrusting her pussy forward, moving up and down as far as she could, thrilling to the complicated feelings of stinging and roughness and lust.

“Stop,” Amos directed. Tulsa was immediately still, wetness seeping from her pussy into her panties, breasts tingling and sore, breath coming in uneven gasps.

“What now?” she asked.

“Pull yourself together a little, babe. I want to go up on the ridge.” With some reluctance, Tulsa pulled her breast from the tree’s embrace, tucked herself back into her bra, found her tank top dangling in one of the branches, finished dressing, and came around by Amos.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “That was fantastic.”

“Oh, you’ll get more…just walk for now,” Amos directed, giving her fanny a little slap and pointing Etlik Escort her toward the trail. The terrain got more difficult. They stepped over roots, crossed a small stream by jumping from rock to rock, and started their ascent of the ridge. The route was steep, with many switchbacks. Every so often a break in the trees gave them a stunning view of the valley and the big lake, glimmering in the sun. After perhaps another two miles, they reached the top, a rocky crag that offered a magnificent vista, miles of green trees, bright in their spring newness, and always the lake, blue and brilliant, endless.

They drank deeply, ate some trail mix, and then Amos got that certain look in his eyes. Tulsa felt the heat instantly in her middle, as her body revved itself up for another round of Amos-style fun. She watched as he scouted around, looking for the perfect place.

“This’ll do, Tulsa darlin. Come on over.” He was sort of reclining on the rocks, and there was a perfect dip for her knees right in front of him. She licked her lips and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Can I?” she asked. “Can I have it, right now?” Tulsa’s whole body throbbed with eagerness.

“Right now, baby,” Amos said. “Come on, girl, get busy.”

Tulsa kneeled down, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his hiking shorts. She stroked him a little through the fabric, imagining his cock, teasing herself for just a moment. Then she opened his fly in record time and her little hands were all over that rod — caressing, stroking, touching the tip. Her mouth was watering, but she wanted to be sure.

“Can I taste it?” Tulsa asked, barely able to wait for the answer.

“Open up,” was all Amos said in reply. He sat up a little and in one fast move thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Tulsa’s eyes opened wide, she struggled to take it, in a daze of joy at having her mouth wrapped around her favorite thing in all the world. Amos relaxed again and it was all Tulsa. She licked up and down the delicious shaft, savoring every inch. She sucked on the tip with eager little thrusts, bobbing her head only a bit and popping Amos’s large cock head in and out of her mouth.

“So good….oh yeah….tastes so good…” she murmured. Then she opened her mouth wide, and slowly swallowed the entire length. She gagged a little, but that only made her hotter. Three or four times, she took his cock deep into her throat. Her mouth fluids were dripping down her chin, and her pussy juices were dripping down her thigh.

“Fuck my mouth, Amos, please….please…” Etlik Escort Bayan Tulsa moaned. Amos held the back of her head firmly in his hands and began small thrusting movements. He wasn’t going very deep, but he was fierce and insistent.

“Take it….take it all….come on, Tulsa….that’s a good girl…you can do it….take that cock,” Amos encouraged her. She was pulling furiously at her nipples, adding that delicious sting to the overwhelming pleasure of his control of her mouth. She hoped it would never end, that he would fuck her mouth on that peak forever, in and out, rough, tasting oh so sweet.

He stopped his thrusts, but she was more than ready to take over. She bobbed up and down on his cock with all she had in her, taking him deep and fast. His hardness and size felt so good in her mouth, so demanding, so perfect.

“Take a little break, baby,” Amos directed. She stopped moving, but she couldn’t bear to take his cock from her mouth. She just rested, taking deep breaths, while his cock throbbed in her warm, moist mouth cave. As she enjoyed the peaceful pleasure of her full mouth, Tulsa looked around at the green world all around them, in perfect happiness at being part of it all.

Soon, he started moving again, just gentle weavings in and out of her waiting mouth. He rubbed his cock all over her face, slapped her cheeks with its hard length. She was in a rapture almost out of this world. She grabbed his cock and took over, licking and sucking, but taking moments to brush his cock all over her lips, her chin, her throat, her eyes. Then, in an instant, all peace was gone.

“Give it to me, Amos…I have to have it…please…now…,” Tulsa begged. She was back at her nipples again, pinching and pulling hard, with a dedicated ferocity. Amos took command again, beginning a series of long, very deep thrusts into her eager throat. Her eyes watered, and a few times she gagged, but Amos was beyond showing mercy, and Tulsa was well beyond wanting any. He thrust faster and faster, and she could feel her favorite moment approaching. He grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples brutally. Tulsa was bucking and writhing, a picture of perfect ecstasy.

Amos let out a low growl of deep satisfaction, and shot his cum deep into throat. The moment she felt his juice hit her throat, Tulsa’s building orgasm exploded, rocking her with wave after wave of pure delight. She grabbed at his ass, pulling his cock further in, both of them rocking and thrusting until their cumming passed gently away, leaving them oh so satisfied.

Tulsa held his cock a little longer, and then they quietly composed themselves and began the long descent back to the valley. As they hiked back, Tulsa was positive that the world was even more beautiful than she had ever noticed before.

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From the moment you get home that Friday, you can tell I have some special surprises planned for you that night. Remember a while ago when you gave me a copy of your key? Well, I obviously used it because when you walk in your bedroom you see a single red rose lying on your bed next to four boxes. The boxes are numbered, “1”, “2”, “3”, “4; the order in which you should open them.

When you open the first box, you see it contains a little black dress, cut to hug your hips, with little spaghetti straps. It’s shimmers, but not clingy, so it will move and look a little bit shiny when you walk…or dance. It is low cut, so you know it will show off your sexy cleavage, which you know drives me crazy. And of course, it will really let you show off your sexy legs, which I can’t resist.

As you unwrap and pull off the lid of the second box, you see a lot of black lace and silk inside. First, you pull out a pair of sheer, black lace thigh high stockings that shimmer. They feel so silky, and as you hold them up you see they have four inches of intricate lace at the tops.

You lay them down on the bed because you see there is more waiting for you in the box. Next you pick up cute little black silk panties, with lace-scalloped edges. They are high cut, with just a little lacy strap connecting the front and back. You can imagine how sexy and delicate they will feel when you put them on.

Your eye has caught something else in the box…as you lift it out of the box you see the sexiest black, lacy corset you have ever seen. It has sheer lace across the tummy, with darker black lace all across the cups. The back is boned where it laces up. The bottom is scalloped lacy, without garter straps…your thigh highs will stay up on their own!

The third box is heavier than the others when you pick it up. When you lift the lid, you see a pair of black heels, five inches high, with little leather straps that wrap around your ankles.

The fourth and last box is really small…and you know what they say about small packages? When you open it, you see a silver chain necklace with a perfect round sapphire on it. It’s going to look so good when you’re wearing it with the black dress. There’s also a little envelope inside the box. You find a piece of paper with an address on it, and a map to show you where it is. It must be a hotel, because there is a room number, and a key.

While you are getting dressed Escort Sincan and preparing to go, putting on your surprises one by one, you feel the excitement building inside you. You take one last look in the mirror before you leave and see yourself in your new dress, with your sapphire dangling between your breasts, and your thigh highs shimmering in the light, down to your new heels. As you walk out the door, you wonder what surprises are waiting at the hotel? You arrive at the address and see it’s the Brown Palace. You get into the elevator. I know you are there as I hear the key jiggling in the lock of the hotel door. You just crack open the door and the first thing you notice is the soft smell of roses in the air, before you even see anything else.

When you swing it wide open you see me waiting for you, standing in a dark suit, smiling, holding two glasses of champagne. The smile on my face quickly turns to a look of amazement when I see how gorgeous you look tonight. Once I get my composure back, I walk up to you, kiss you warmly, and hand you your champagne.

As you take your first sip, you see the plethora of roses. There are roses on the tables, and rose petals covering the floor, the chairs and almost completely covering the bed. Everywhere you go you will have roses under you.

We walk out on the balcony and take in the view of the city lights, standing with our arms around each other, sipping the champagne, and feeling our bodies pressing together lightly. Both of us can only take the temptation for a little while. We put down our glasses and begin kissing, right there on the balcony in the night air, caressing each other. Your body feels so nice as I caress you and feel you, wearing all the sexy surprises I have given you.

We walk back inside, hand in hand. You are feeling feisty, and start to undress me, taking off my jacket and letting it fall. You start unbuttoning my shirt, as I try to slip one of your shoulder straps down. You stop me and tell me you’ll take care of that later.

After you have me naked from the waist up, you unbuckle my belt, pull it off and drop it. Then you unzip my pants and start pulling them down for me to step out of. But before you do anything else, you smooth your hand up and down, over the front of my boxers.

You know right where to touch…you can feel me through them…how hard you’ve already gotten me. I can feel Sincan Escort your fingernails brushing on my skin as you start sliding them down, pulling the slit open far to release my cock. I am so hard! My cock is pointing up and out from my body.

As you bend down to help me step out of my boxers, your face comes so close to me. You can see it, visibly throbbing, just slightly in front of you. After my boxers are gone, you give it a little kiss on the tip making my whole body shiver as I gasp.

I want you so bad now, and can’t wait to have you. You make me lie back on the bed, among the rose petals, and tell me to watch you.

Slowly, you slide your straps down off your shoulders, erotically easeing your dress down, revealing the top of the corset. You ease your dress down further, showing me the little black panties I gave you…they look amazing on you! Then you let your dress fall to the floor, and stand in front of me in your corset, panties, thigh highs…and your sapphire. You turn your back to me and ask me to untie the back of your corset, which I gladly do without a moment’s hesitation. When it is loose, you turn to face me again and reach back to completely loosen the corset. With a smile, you drop it to the floor. I catch my breath when I see your lovely breasts for the first time tonight.

I love how they look, and I can see how excited you are because your nipples are so hard and pointing. As I imagine how badly I want to suck on them, I begin to stroke my cock slowly. I am so turned on from watching you! I want you to see how much I want you. I watch your eyes and see you looking at my cock as I stroke it. I can see the lust in your eyes.

You turn around again, look at me over your shoulder, and then begin sliding down your black panties…letting me see your cute little ass. You know I love it as you wiggle very sexily until your panties fall down around your ankles. You slowly remove your heels, leaving you wearing only your black thigh highs and your sapphire.

You crawl onto the bed from the foot of the bed, straddling me as you move up, brushing your nipples along my legs, up over my cock, making me gasp again…along my chest. Then we are kissing again, so much harder than before. We want each other badly now.

I can feel how warm you are as your thighs straddle my body. I can feel how wet you are when you rub your pussy lips over the Sincan Escort Bayan tip of my cock. You’re moving your pussy up and down over my cock-head, letting it slide along between your lips. You are covering the head of my cock with your wetness…and I can feel it dripping down my shaft to my balls.

As we kiss you are arching your back and rubbing your nipples on my chest…ohh! I can feel how hard they are and I love it. We take a break from kissing for moment, and without a word our eyes lock and we both know what we want now.

You roll off me and lay back, welcoming me on top of you, hugging me with your arms and legs as I move above you. My cock head rests on your clit, making you gasp and grab me harder.

With one move, I arch my hips and slip the head of my cock just inside your pussy. Slowly, I push forward, moving into you deeper and deeper, until you have all of me inside you. I hold there, moving my hips against yours, letting you feel me. I can feel how wet you are, and so hot! You feel so great around my cock!

I can feel you gripping my shaft as I start to pull out…until you have just the tip inside you. Then I push back inside you, but faster now…and a little harder. I’m giving you my whole cock on every thrust, giving it to you so deep. I can feel my balls getting wetter because you are so wet and I am inside you so deep.

We both start moving faster and you are moving your hips under me as I fuck you harder. Each time I thrust inside you, you feel your whole body moving because we are going so fast now. We are breathing faster, and moaning loudly now. I can feel your pussy squeezing me even tighter now…your whole body is tensing! I can feel you are getting close now. This turns me on so much!

I can feel cock getting ready to explode. We are going to do it together, and feel each other cumming together. I push inside you harder and deeper than ever as I feel your pussy clenching around me so tight. You are so wet and tight around me. I love the sensation of feeling you cumming on my cock.

That sets me over the edge and my cock explodes inside you, shooting! Shooting so much cum I feel it oozing out around my cock! I hold it in deep and move my hips around, giving you all my cum. Our bodies are shaking and we hold each other tight, our hips locked tight together, your pussy taking all of me inside.

Slowly, the sensations start subsiding, and we come back to reality. As we lay there, I can feel little sensations of your pussy grabbing me…little aftershocks of your orgasm. Then, when we are ready, we decide to take a shower together…grinning at the thought of all the fun we can have in there!

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Chapter 7 — Holiday Fantasy

Marie’s eyes fluttered open suddenly as cool air caressed her back. Her hand flopped around behind her looking for Nick but all she found was cool sheet. He must have slipped out awhile ago. The poor man probably needed a break from her, she grinned remembering the two sweat drenched days they had spent in this bed.

Her eye caught the handcuffs still attached to the bed and she chuckled, they had used them to their full extent. Remembering waking up cuffed to the bed and then later getting sweet revenge, it had been as good as she had envisioned it. Just thinking about it got her hot, she needed to find out where he had escaped to and drag him back to bed.

Nick watched her from the bathroom, she was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. His body ached from their strenuous workout the last few days. They’d only stopped in their carnal activities to eat. He glanced over to the basin top and looked over another of Marie’s fantasies that she had brought with her.

He grinned remembering how she put him to work right away, now it was time to repay her. He had it all planned, the sunny Bahamas was the perfect location for this specific fantasy that she’d laid out. It could be very interesting. He had to go wake her up now and take her out for the day.

Marie rolled over and prepared to slide out of bed until she noticed Nick standing there at the bathroom door looking over her. He was gorgeous, she just couldn’t seem to keep her hands off his brawny ripped physique, he had been so accommodating with her fantasies she had given to him once they had arrived. She blushed thinking of some of the things they had done.

“Morning gorgeous,” he said as he strode towards the bed.

“Morning to you to hunky,” she grinning deviously, he filled out a pair of boxers really nicely she thought as she contained herself from drooling.

He chuckled then said, “We’re going out today, I’ve got a few things planned.”

“Ooh I like the sound of that,” said Marie as she slid out of the bed.

His eyes glued to her naked body as she slid out of bed, he had to contain himself from growling and tossing her on the bed to ravage her. They had to get ready to go, he had a lot planned for the day.

“So what have you got planned today?” asked Marie as she bent over her bag and picked out panties and bra.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat as she flashed her pert ass in his face. He had to breathe for a moment to compose himself before he responded, “A cruise tour of the islands, lunch on a beach then a jet ski ride from the beach to a secluded cove. Then there is a snorkelling tour of the cove, then dinner at the beach on the cove.”

She grinned and asked, “You planned it all?”

“Certainly did, we need to make the most of our holiday, only four more days before we leave and have to get back to work,” he said.

“It’s wonderful thanks Nick, I don’t think I would have been able to manage all of this booking stuff if it was me here alone,” she said.

“My pleasure, I’m going to get dressed then we can go down and get breakfast before we meet the ship,” he said and walked past her and dug through his bag and grabbed shorts and a tank shirt and walked back into the bathroom.

It wasn’t lost on Marie how much she had just affected him, looks like she was going to get another of her fantasies tonight after all. She grinned and finished dressing.

***

The cruise had been magnificent so far thought Marie as she looked out at the brilliant blue ocean. She wondered how Nick had managed to plan this so quickly because she was sure he was with her the whole time in bed. It was a beautiful day out here the bright sunlight splashed over the boat making the white painted steel glimmer in the light.

The islands were objects of beauty as they slowly sailed past them, while she was admiring the scenery Nick had his gaze locked on her. She was radiant, he was entranced by her. She was wearing a white half shirt tied just under her breasts keeping the base of her back bare. His gazed roved lower down the brilliant green shorts she was wearing.

The sun illuminated her as he stepped closer to her, the last few days had been explosive and to him he felt as if their carnal activities had grown a little more than just purely physical. He looked out to the water and remembered what she had written for her beach fantasy. This was exactly what she said she wanted it to be.

He was going to make it good for her, he cared for her and he felt a sense of sinking. A strange feeling he couldn’t describe was weighing him down. He caught sight of a big island not far away, this was going to be the place where he made her fantasy a reality. He reached around Maire and put his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. “We’re almost at the island where there will be lunch,” he said with a purr.

Marie was startled slightly as Nick’s brawny arm wrapped around her as his heat pressed against her back. “Good, Escort Eryaman I’m getting hungry,” she said and turned to face him.

“You’ll need your strength,” he said and kissed her neck again before slipping his arm away.

Marie turned and looked for Nick and watched him walk away from her. He was godlike to her, his powerful arms on display with that golden tan glimmering in the dazzling sunlight. The last time they were together it had felt different as if he had reached inside her and touched something she couldn’t explain.

She lost herself for a moment watching him in his tight white tank top and black and dark blue board shorts. There was no doubt for her now that they were in a relationship. But she didn’t know how that made her feel about him though. There was one thing for sure, she couldn’t wait to find out what else Nick had in store for the day.

***

“This place is so beautiful Nick,” said Marie as she sat down in her seat at the large table that had been set out on the beach.

“While you were sleeping I checked out what this tour provided, I thought you might enjoy it,” said Nick with a slight smile. All he wanted to do was to make her happy, he wanted whatever this thing was to continue after they had gone back home.

“So what does this snorkelling provide?” she asked,

“There is the most dense region of coral and reef fish in the cove, I talked with the hotel manager and he told me of this cove. You hire jet skis from this island and go around the other side. He said it’s ten minutes from the platform,” he said.

“Sounds great,” said Marie grinning.

The servers came down off the ship which had been docked against a small sized pier standing out from the beach. They were pushing a cart filled with plates containing delicious food.

“You’ll enjoy the food,” said Nick as the servers placed the plates down in front of them.

She couldn’t help but lick her lips when she saw the freshly cooked lobster on the plate in front of her, it sat on a nice bed of firm lettuce and a nice creamy sauce covering the lobster and the fillet of fish. She didn’t know how or why, but Nick picked out the two kinds of foods she secretly loved most of all but didn’t indulge in that often

“How did you know I liked lobster?” she asked.

He grinned and said, “I cheated a bit, I called your friend Kelly and asked her opinion, and she knew what you liked.”

‘Wow he put quite a bit of effort into this,’ she thought. A fluttery feeling emerged in her chest as she shovelled into the lobster. The taste was almost orgiastic as it exploded through her senses, she couldn’t help but moan at the rich taste and the texture.

Nick chuckled and said, “You really love that don’t you? Why don’t you have it more often?”

“I’d be broke and fat if I did, it is so expensive,” said Marie as she took another mouth watering bite.

Nick watched her enjoy her meal, a warm fuzzy feeling drifted through his body. Sensations he’d never felt before came over him. He turned to his meal and took a bite, he’d never had anything quite as exotic before, the explosive power of the flavour nearly knocked him out.

“Wow damn, this is amazing,” he said.

She grinned, “Glad you like it Nick, I think the sauce is giving it an extra kick, it’s beautiful,” she said as she continued savouring the lobster.

Nick groaned contently as he ate the lobster. “Is it always so juicy?” he asked.

“Yes, they cook the lobster in the shell then peel it off, it keeps all the fluids in,” she said as she finished eating the rich meat and then cut into the fish.

“No idea seafood could taste so good,” he murmured to Marie as he continued eating. Quickly finishing off the lobster he attacked the fish.

Soon they had quickly finished off the food and were sitting back in their chairs. “That was amazing Nick, thanks for putting all the effort into this,” said Marie as she relaxed back into the padded chair.

“It certainly was, delicious food. Now I know where to take you out when we go out to dinner,” said Nick. He did want whatever they had going on now to continue, it just felt right.

Marie sat back and considered his words, did that mean he wanted to continue this further? She hoped so, she was beginning to like spending time with Nick. It felt as though was just a normal event for her, somehow it just felt right. She grinned and said, “You’ll need a very deep pocket Nick, lobster is one of the most expensive dishes a restaurant serves up.”

“Don’t you worry about my money, I know how to take care of my woman. Especially as one as special as you,” he said.

She grinned and said, “You charmer.”

She felt a blush creep up her cheeks “So what do we do now?”

“Why don’t we go for a walk along the beach?” he asked.

“What about the boat cruise?” asked Marie.

“Its just going back to the mainland, I have something else planned. I think you’ll enjoy it,” said Nick as he grasped her hand as the stood Eryaman Escort up from their seats.

“Let’s go shall we,” he said as they stepped away from the table.

“This place is just so beautiful,” said Marie as they walked together down the bright gold tinted sand as the waves lapped up against the shore.

“It certainly is, but I think you’ll find what I have planned even more beautiful than this,” said Nick.

She couldn’t believe anything could be as breathtaking as this whole experience as they continued walking down the stretch of beach. A strange feeling was settling over her, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly. It felt calm and peaceful, she should enjoy it while it lasted, regardless of Michael’s assurances she was sure something would have gotten out there.

“Hey, are you ok? You tensed up suddenly,” said Nick cautiously.

“Yeah I’m fine I shouldn’t be thinking about it, it’s not here,” she said with a smile hoping to placate him.

“Ok, if you’re sure,” he said. He knew something had just happened, he did intend to find out what it was.

After walking around the curve of the island they came across a few scattered buildings with a long pier sticking out from the central building.

“Have you ever been on a jet ski before Marie?” asked Nick eagerly.

She grinned at Nick’s enthusiasm and said, “No, it looks like you’ll have to teach me,”

“Well ok, but it’s probably going to cost you,” he said.

Marie sighed exasperatedly and said, “What’s the cost?”

“A kiss maybe,” he said grinning and leaning up against her.

“I think I can afford that,” she said with a purr and leaned into him and kissed him passionately.

He groaned and kissed her back before pulling back and grinned before saying, “Well then I guess I’ll be your teacher then.”

They walked up to the hire stand as Nick pulled out his wallet, he paid for the keys and turned back to Marie, “Now we get ready, they provide life jackets which are required to ride this in case you fall off,”

Marie wasn’t particularly sure about the falling off part, but she wanted to make Nick happy, he obviously spent quite a bit of time organizing all of this. She followed his lead to one of the squat attached buildings. He threw a life jacket to her and said, “When you’re in there make sure to grab the bag hanging over the door. Need a place to put our clothes.”

“Ok,” she called as she shut the door behind her and looked around, it was the regular sort of cabin thing you’d have in place like this. She looked around the room and saw the handled woven bag hanging from a hook behind the door.

She reached up and slid it off and then tugged her shirt over her head and pushed it into the bag. Then pulled on the life jacket and zipped it up, she pushed the door open and almost gaped like she did this morning as Nick walked out his bare chest on display as he hadn’t closed the jacket yet.

He grinned sexily at her and said, “Let’s go, there’s a place I want to show you.”

‘Hmm he can unsettle me just by looking like that, let’s see what I can do to level the score a bit,’ thought Marie. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants and slid them down, she shoved them in her bag and followed Nick down to the beach watching his legs pump as he walked towards the parked jet skis.

He turned to watch Marie coming down the beach and stumbled almost falling over in the water, she had taken off her shorts and was now flashing him her white lace panties.

“Have you ridden a motorcycle before Marie?” he asked.

“Of course not, I’m not that type of girl,” she said.

He smiled and said, “Well it is actually pretty easy, they don’t have peddles or anything like that and easier to operate.”

“Put your feet against the ledges here,” he said pointing to the flat strips gouged out of the side of the jet ski, “And lean over and grasp the handle bars.”

“Ok shouldn’t be too hard,” said Marie as she slid onto the jet ski, making sure her panties rode up her legs slightly. She grinned when she heard a slight gasp from him. This was going to be fun.

Nick stepped into the warm water and approached his jet ski and got on. “The cord attached from the centre console is the safety cord. Attach the hooked end to the ring on the front of your life jacket,” he continued as he attached the hooked rope to his life jacket.

“Place your hands on the handlebars,” when she had done that Nick continued, “The left handle is speed and the right one is break, test it out by turning the left one.”

Marie looked down at the handles, they looked pretty rigid. She twisted the speed handle as a jolt speared through her, the ski shooting out against the water. She cried out in shock as she came off and landed in the water in a big splash. She looked up at Nick with a glare as he chuckled at her predicament.

“Not funny at all, Nick,” she glared.

“Didn’t know you could be such a speed demon, slowly twist the handles Eryaman Escort Bayan Marie,” he said chuckling.

She growled at him and climbed back on top of the ski. “Slowly twist the handles like this,” he said. He twisted the handle and allowed it to move slowly before letting it accelerate then he twisted the cross bar and guided it around in a curve and idled up against Marie.

“To turn push down on one of the handles, then it will turn,” he said.

“Shouldn’t be too hard, at least I won’t go falling off,” she said and got it moving. After she had driven it some distance she turned it back around and when she was up against Nick again she asked, “Better?”

“Much better, now let’s get going follow me I know where we need to go,” he said.

They set off up alongside the cliffs that shielded the cove they were heading to from view. Nick slowed as they reached the point of the cliffs and turned to say to Marie, “We’re about to enter the cove, it’s a beautiful place here.”

“Have you been here before?” asked Marie.

He grinned and said, “Yeah you caught me I have been, last year,”

“Well then you can show me the best places then,” she said grinning.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing here,” he said and gunned the ski and took off around the corner.

“Now look who’s the speed demon,” she muttered as she eased the ski around the corner.

When the cove came into view she was breathless, the beauty was stunning crystal blue waters, gold shimmering sand and bright coral only slightly masked by the flat crystal water. “We’ll go up to the beach and park the skis then we’ll go out and do some exploring,” said Nick with a grin after he had come up against her.

“Sounds good, this place is so beautiful,” she said.

“It certainly is,” he grinned as he gunned it again and took off towards the beach.

“Show off,” she muttered then smirked as she took off again towards the beach.

After parking the skis on the beach Nick went up behind the treeline and pulled out the bag hidden behind the trees. He pulled out two big water bottles and the set of snorkels and walked towards Marie and handed her the bottle, “Drink up, it’s an energy drink, should keep you energized for this,” he said and then took a long pull from it.

“Again when did you have the time for all of this?” she asked.

He grinned and said, “Ok I had help I hired a few people to drop a few things,”

“You’re so thoughtful, and sweet Nick,” she said grinning.

Nick made a face and said, “I’m sweet? “

“Sweet? Yes, sweet as chocolate, I’m hopelessly addicted to it,” she winked.

He grinned sexily and said, “Put this on and we’ll go into the water,” as he handed her the snorkel and walked towards the beach and unzipped his life jacket and pulled it off laying it over the jet ski.

Again Marie had to catch her breath as she caught sight of his broad back, the muscles rippling. She had to resist the urge to gape as he turned to her his firm chest muscles highlighted by the bright sunlight splashing over his skin. She took another long draw from the bottle and then set it down next to his as she put on the snorkel gear.

“So what do I do with this thing?” Marie asked Nick as they swam through the water closing in on the coral.

“Put the mouthpiece in and bite it, wrap your lips around the tube and breathe that way, it’s a bit hard to get used to at first but you’ll get used to it. Make sure the pipe is above the water line or you’ll end up breathing in water. Which is not a nice experience trust me on that,” he said with a slight grimace.

‘Hmm maybe I can have a little fun with this, teasing Nick always seems to produce excellent results,’ she thought as she hid an evil smile. She pushed the mouth piece between her lips gently and slid her tongue out as she drew it in to her mouth with gentle suction.

His eyes were riveted to the scene before him, he was growing hard as he watched her sensual display that he knew must be deliberate. “We’ll spend about two hours out here, before we head back,” he said trying to not let her see how her teasing was affecting him. Normally such gestures wouldn’t even produce a spark for him.

But this was Marie the woman he had been lusting after for months, she was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He hoped the planned activity would allow him to clear his mind, he had one more thing he had to indulge in before they could get into each other again.

“Are you ok with the fit?” he asked Marie, she nodded having her mouth full of the tube. He grinned and fitted the tube to his mouth and pressed the goggles to his eyes to make sure they were pressed on properly and dived under the water and let the sight fill his vision. Bright plumes of coral stretching towards the surface, with a myriad of brightly coloured fish flitting around the stalks and through the fans of bright coral.

Marie marvelled at the sight before her, it was breath-taking. It took a little time to get used to the awkwardness of drawing breath through the tube, she had to keep her lips tightly clasped over the tube or water would spill in. The reef fish were amazing as well seeing the clown fish weaving through the stinging strands of a plant she couldn’t recall the name of.

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I work for the Auto Club. Your car’s broken down? They send for me to go and fix the problem. Change a tyre? No problems, assuming you have a spare and the spare isn’t flat. Don’t laugh. It happens. Run out of gas? No problems, I’ve a can in my truck that will give you enough to get to the next gas station. Sorry, it’s only regular. I don’t keep a range of gas types.

What puzzles me is why their breaking down seems to be my fault if I can’t fix it. I had one guy complaining because his brand new car, new, not used, had stopped running for no reason. He was most incensed when I pointed out that the reason was simply because he ran out of gas. Flatly denied the possibility because the low gas light hadn’t come on. I pointed out that that model car didn’t have a low gas light and that promptly became my fault. How would I know why they didn’t put one on a cheap, low-budget car?

Some calls are fun. Some women just can’t resist flirting with the mechanic who’s come to their aid. (Why not? It’s safe. What’s he going to do in the middle of a busy road? Enjoy the badinage, is all.)

Some calls are down-right scary. I answered one call to find a very pregnant lady sitting in the driver’s seat hyperventilating. Her water had broken and she was in labour. Why the hell she called the Auto Club instead of an ambulance is beyond me. I parked her car and drove her to the hospital in somewhat of a hurry. (Her reasoning was that she’d already paid her dues to the Auto Club and she didn’t want to pay for an expensive ambulance.)

Early morning calls of ‘my car won’t start’ are usually caused by the customer leaving his lights on overnight. A jump start and away they go. Some are a little more complex.

“Sorry, mate, but your engine block is cracked. You need a new engine and that’s not something I can fix.”

He wanted to know why it was cracked so I did some more investigation. That’s when I noticed a hole in his radiator. At first I thought he’d run dry, over-heated, and cracked the block, but he maintained he hadn’t been driving. A closer investigation showed the hole went right through his radiator and through the grill. Someone had shot his car. I told him to report it to the police and he went all quiet and embarrassed.

Turned out he’d been playing with a new gun and accidently hit the car. It’s amazing how much power there is in a .45 bullet.

And so it goes, fun, fun, nightmare.

Mind you, some calls are intriguing. I had one recently where the customer claimed that the car had worked well the day before but the next day flatly refused to start. My immediate thought was flat battery and I pulled into her drive assuming that I’d have to give her a jump-start.

As soon as I pulled up this sweet young thing of about twenty popped out of the house, bouncing around in some agitation in her eagerness to get her car going. It was a hot day and she was dressed for it, and not with the intention of going to a stuffy office, either. She was wearing some sort of boob-tube, and she had plenty of boob to put in that tube. That made her bouncing around all the more interesting because, even when she stood still, certain things seemed to keep on bouncing. Her other major item of clothing, if you could call something that small major, was a pair of hot pants. If someone had told me that they’d been painted onto her I’d have been willing to believe it.

Her car was in the garage, wrong way round of course. I hoped she wasn’t parked so close to the far wall that I couldn’t get in front of the car but my fears were unfounded. There was plenty of room. I confidently checked the battery and said a rude word under my breath when I found it was fully charged. Now I’d have to do some real work.

It’s hard to work when a cute little pixie is Escort Ankara shadowing your every move. I was constantly waiting for her to get out of my way as I moved around. I finally determined that her starter motor was dead and due for burial but she was lucky as I had a couple of starter motors in the truck, one of them the same as her current one.

I explained the problem to her and told her I could resolve it straightaway but the cost of the motor was over and above her dues. She grumbled but whipped out a credit card from somewhere. Damned if I knew where she’d had it concealed. (Turned out she had a phone in a case wedged between her breasts, and kept the card in the case. Her breasts were generous enough to hide it.)

My problems started when I tried to actually change the starter motor. Denise, that was her name, leaned over the engine right next to me, getting in my way. I politely suggested she move aside and she shifted about half an inch. I pointedly explained she was in the way and she had to give me a bit of room. She moved over another half inch.

I was getting quite irritated and I finished up giving a mild spank to her bottom as I told her to shift it. (Did I mention that she had a very nice little bottom?) I know, I know. Assault, sexual assault, sexual harassment, committing violence upon a customer, etcetera, etcetera. What did she do? She fucking giggled and wiggled her bottom.

“You won’t find it so funny if I pull these down and spank you,” I groused at her, feeling immensely irritated, and indicating what I would pull down with another, somewhat firmer, swat.

“Ooo, big man,” she said, still giggling and wiggling her bottom. “You wouldn’t dare. I’ve nothing under them.”

Yeah, she just had to tell me that, didn’t she? We were standing in front of the car with the car blocking anyone in the street from seeing us. She was standing up at this point, facing me, with a big smirk on her face. I gave her a fulminating look, reached out and flicked open the button at the front of her shorts. I didn’t worry about that causing them to fall down as they were too tight to come off by accident.

“You were saying?” I said in a most suggestive tone and she outright laughed.

“Like I said, you wouldn’t dare,” she scoffed.

I gave her another nasty look and hoicked those hot pants in a southerly direction. She gave a small squeal and her hands very quickly covered her groin, but she didn’t stop giggling.

“Now bend over,” I told her, speaking softly.

“What?” She sounded surprised.

“I promised a spanking, remember?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I believe that’s what you said about your shorts,” I murmured, the smile now on my face.

She was blushing and looking around, suddenly seeming to realise that we weren’t in the house but outside. OK, we were in her garage but the main door was wide open.

“Someone might come,” she pointed out, which, while an objection, wasn’t a refusal. I can recognise the word no and that wasn’t it.

“Now why would anyone wander in off the street, pass by my truck, and come into your garage?” I asked. “Still, if you’re nervous we can skip the spanking and go straight to the fucking. Do you want to skip the spanking?”

“Fucking?” she half shouted. “What fucking? I never said a word about fucking.”

“I know. I did, but what do you expect. Spanking a pretty little thing on her bare bottom is going to get me all worked up and I’d just naturally have to do what comes naturally.”

She made a series of um, ah, but, sounds but didn’t seem to know what to say.

“You haven’t answered the question. Do you want to skip the spanking and go straight to the fucking?”

“What? No. No way.”

I suspected that she was saying Ankara Escort no to both but that wasn’t what she actually said.

“In that case you need to bend over,” I pointed out. I waved an arm around the area. “It’s not as though there’s a chair I can sit on while I put you across my knee.”

She gave me an incredulous look and now it was my turn to laugh.

“What? You just said you didn’t want to miss the spanking,” I pointed out, rather tongue in cheek.

If pushed as to which way she’d jump I’d stake my money on her bending over for a spanking. You know why? Because she hadn’t bothered to pull up her shorts, leaving them down around her knees. On top of that her hands had drifted away from her groin, leaving everything on display. She was getting off on flashing me in what could be considered a public place.

She swallowed a little nervously and turned and leaned over the engine bay again, her bottom pushed out provocatively.

“A spanking doesn’t mean sex,” she told me, speaking quickly to ensure that I knew she was only agreeing to one, not the other.

“True,” I conceded. “You’re perfectly entitled to change your mind and decide you don’t want the sex.”

The look I got implied that she’d never agreed to sex in the first place, even if she was curious as to what a proper spanking would be like. Erotically arousing if I had anything to do with it.

My hand came round, landing firmly on her bottom. She made some sort of noise but didn’t tell me to stop or try to move away. My hand came round again. I would like to point out at this stage that I was not fondling her bottom. I was giving her a proper spanking while lecturing her on how she shouldn’t stop a hard-working man from doing his job. My hand might have lingered a little between spanks, but it wasn’t as though I was beating on a drum. It was only fair to let her have a short break between each spank.

The other point I’d like to make was that when my aim slipped slightly and my hand slapped against her pudendum it was also fair and reasonable for me to rub her there to alleviate the sting of the misdirected spank. I’m quite sure Denise understood that as she didn’t seem inclined to protest.

It was after the last little mishap that I decided enough was enough.

“It seems,” I told her as I rubbed her mound, “that I have inadvertently brought you to a state of arousal. Don’t worry. I’ll do the right thing and take care of that for you.”

I started rubbing a little harder while at the same time unzipping and pushing my trousers out of the way. Moving closer to Denise my erection pressed against her bottom, letting her know just how far I was willing to go to help her. Was she appreciative of me being willing to take this extra step?

Damned if I could tell. The look on her face when she turned her head to look at me was enigmatic.

“You’re going to do the right thing and fuck me because you think I have a little problem?”

I nodded cheerfully.

“Certainly. Nothing is too much trouble in our efforts to satisfy our customers,” I assured her.

“I’ve heard plenty of reasons why men think they should get my panties off,” she muttered, “but this is the first time I’ve heard it described as a moral responsibility.”

I hadn’t quite phrased it like that but I suppose the meaning was there. I just continued rubbing while at the same time moving my erection into place. She wouldn’t be able to say I took her by surprise as I made sure she could feel my cock dragging against her as I moved it down into position.

She was breathing so hard when I spread her lips for the big plunge that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d started panting. The big problem when it’s your first time is that you don’t know whether Ankara Escort Bayan to take it slow or fast. Getting it wrong can irritate the ladies. I decided I’d just take a nice steady approach.

The best plans fall apart as soon as you strike unexpected opposition to that plan. I’d barely got myself engaged when I found Denise taking the decision out of my hands and pushing urgently against me, causing my cock to positively ram its way into her while she gave a short scream.

“Wow, you might have taken it a bit easier,” she reprimanded me. “I’m quite small, you know, and you’re rather a big man.”

Typical. She skewers herself and it’s my fault.

“Sorry,” I said. “Maybe this will help.”

I started banging in hard, at the same time reaching around and pulling her boob-tube down. By a stroke of luck I caught her phone as it fell free and placed it on top of the carby, where she could see it. (Ever noticed how snarky girls can get when they think they’ve lost their phone.)

I latched onto her breasts and watched in some surprise (only some) as she latched onto the phone.

I started massaging her breasts to the same rhythm that my cock was conducting and she started typing a message. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was doing my best to screw her brains out and she was sending a message. I wondered if she knew that I could see what she was typing.

‘Delayed 30. Being raped. Tell you later.’

As far as I was concerned that was incentive enough to fuck her even harder and I was putting some real effort into it. I’ll give her some credit. She put the phone back down and started paying serious attention to what I was doing. She even ignored the beep of an incoming message.

She was a sensitive little thing, reacting positively, eagerly, and very quickly picking up a full head of steam. Her bottom was bouncing about very nicely and she was spilling appreciative little sounds in no time flat.

I didn’t bother holding anything back. The way she was responding I figured she’d probably climax before I was ready to so why not just go for broke?

The reason why not was because she lasted a damn sight longer than I expected her to. That’ll teach me to make assumptions. By the time she was ready to go I was sweating and wondering how to put a brake on things before I exploded and left her high and dry. I was exceedingly grateful when she suddenly squealed “YES,” and climaxed very noisily. Not screaming, but noisy anyway, with me letting loose at the same time with a sigh of relief.

She slumped against the car, breathing hard, and reaching for her blasted phone. I just slumped against her, not yet willing to disengage completely. Instead I just relaxed and read her phone messages over her shoulder.

‘COPS?’ Was the reply to her original text.

‘No. Y U think it cops again?’ What the hell did ‘again’ mean?

‘I mean you need cops?’

‘No. I can handle’

“K. Tell me later’

“Off,” she said, pushing at me. “I have to get changed.”

I moved back and she scampered out of the garage. She’d pulled her shorts up but her breasts were bouncing happily as she ran into the house. I finished tidying my own clothes and got to work, changing the starter motor with no problems now that there were no distractions.

I tried starting and the engine kicked over without a problem. I turned it off again and waited for Denise to return so she could sign-off the worksheet. She was out in a surprisingly short space of time, different colour boob-tube and hot-pants, and ready to go. She started the engine, smiled, signed the worksheet, and indicated she wanted to leave and my truck was in the way.

Before I left I just had to ask.

“What did you mean, cops again?” I asked her.

She blushed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she told me, “but I will admit that cops tend not to give me tickets.”

I left it at that. I’m sure our fine upstanding custodians of the law knew what was appropriate. (I wonder if they spanked her.)

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With eyes tightly closed, she raised her face into the warm water spraying from the shower head. She ran her fingers thru her flowing hair, soaking it thoroughly. Taking a step back, allowing the water to cascade over her voluptuous body, she worked a generous handful of shampoo into a thick lather. For several minutes her fingertips massaged her scalp as luxurious bubbles slowly traveled down her face and body. She welcomed the calming effect of the process, enjoying the sensations of the bubbles trailing down her back and over her derriere. Reluctantly she stepped toward the shower head, tilting her head back. Suddenly there was no water pressure. Alarmed, she reached for the handles. Keeping her eyes shut against the blinding bubbles covering her face, she groped the wall.

CLICK! She felt cool metal on her left wrist. Instinctively, she brought her right hand to it. CLICK! She realized her mistake immediately. She was handcuffed to the plumbing. Why did she have to go with a wall bar shower?

She tried to calm herself. She had told her husband she wanted to spice things up, she just wasn’t expecting anything so soon. His reaction when she had brought it up was anything but positive. She decided to play along, not wanting to discourage him. She dared not open Escort Ankara her eyes, it would be pointless anyways. The shampoo on her face would just burn her eyes and there was no water to rinse them. She grabbed the wall bar and waited. She sensed someone behind her, then there were hands on her hips. Powerful, calloused hands pulled her backwards, forcing her to lean forward. Her shackled wrist making it impossible to stand up straight. She felt naked skin against her ass, the swollen head of a semi-erect cock brushing against her inner thighs. She moved her thighs together, squeezing his manhood between them. It was becoming more erect, pushing up against her swollen, dripping pussy. She had never felt him so hard, she was grinding against it, desperately trying to line it up, she needed to feel it inside of her.

Damn, she had never wanted to be fucked as badly as she did right now. She let out a gasp as the head entered her, she was so glad he had warmed up to the idea so quickly. Her heart was racing, her cunt clenched down on the male member easing into her. She was filled with his raging hardness, she was waiting to feel his scrotum slap against her, but there was just more cock. THIS WAS NOT HER HUSBAND! She took a step forward, but the massive cock was Ankara Escort still inside her. Those strong hands, still gripping her hips, easily pulled her back across the slippery shower floor. That gloriously huge penis stuffing her, slamming against her cervix. Orgasms wracked her body as he thrusted into her again. Throwing her head from side to side, she tried to clear the shampoo lather from her face but to no avail. She thought to scream but all that came out was a low guttural moan. He continued his steady rhythm, ravishing her pussy. She lost count of her orgasms, she surrendered herself to him, she was his to use as he desired.

He pulled out of her. She heard the snap of a plastic cap. She jumped slightly when the cool lube ran down the crack of her ass. She loved the feeling of her butt plug in her, but it was small compared to this mystery monster. She relaxed, allowing a well lubed finger to probe her anus. It was joined by a second and then a third. Stretching her, lubing her, it felt so good that she came again. She heard the snap of the cap again, followed by the sound of a plastic bottle hitting the shower floor. The tip of his penis, generously lubed, slowly entered her ass. She widened her stance to accommodate him, the hands were back on her Ankara Escort Bayan hips guiding her. He starting fucking her, never pulling out, thrusting deeper with every stroke. She was cumming again, her warm juices trickling down her thighs. His pace increased, his grip tightened, and with a loud grunt and a final thrust he filled her ass with an explosive orgasm.

Without a word he withdrew his softening penis from her. No longer having the strength in her quivering legs to stand, she dropped to her knees. Her hands were still shackled to the wall bar, preventing her from collapsing on the shower floor. She was just about to risk opening her eyes when the water pressure returned. It was cool at first, but warmed quickly and she turned her face into the spray. She remained there allowing the water to wash the shampoo from her hair, face, and body. Finally, she opened her eyes. Hanging from the wall bar shower was a small key on a chain. She stood slowly, and released her hands from the cuffs. Now that her hands were free, she rinsed the shampoo from her completely. His cum was dribbling from her ass. She could feel the water washing it down her legs, she watched it swirl slowly down the drain in thick strings.

Finishing her shower, she noticed the bottle of lube on the shower floor. She picked it up, placing it in the top shelf of the shower caddy. Next she hung the handcuffs from the shower bar, next to the key. With a sensual smile of satisfaction, she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

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As always thanks to my Editor cheersmartie_526 for some great ideas and for rescuing me from my total lack of grammar skills.

*

Ricked locked his car and looked down the street. He had hoped to find parking in front of the hobby store, but instead had parked almost two blocks away. He looked down the street and saw a familiar face.

“Hi Courtenay,” Rick said, “How are you?”

“Honestly, I a little bummed out. I was supposed to have an appointment at the salon, but they are closed,” she replied.

“What happened?” Rick asked.

“They were closed, some of the nail techs did not have the right kind of visa or something.”

“I think you look fine without the salon,” Rick said, wondering if she was fishing for a compliment.

“Who are you kidding? How did I ever think you were gay! My nails are mess, by spray tan is uneven and my legs look like an ewok’s,” Courtenay said with a look of disbelief on her face.

“Yea, there is clearly no way I could be qualified to be gay if I don’t notice things like that.”

“But if I remember, you can fix things like that. You used to do our nails at cheer practice. Can you help me out? I have a pool party at my Aunt’s house this evening and I don’t want to go looking like this. I can pay you.”

“What is the take home for an undocumented beautician these days?” Rick asked with a grin.

“Shut the fuck up,” she said with a laugh, “Are you going to help me or not? I seem to recall you offering to help me with a bikini wax.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I did not help you in your time of need,” Rick answered, not completely surprised she was taking him up on his offer.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, let’s go by the beauty shop on the way to my house,” Courtenay said with a knowing grin.

Courtenay led Rick down the street and into a shop. She handed him a basket and began to take things off the shelf. She started with the nail care products.

“Can you do a mani and pedi?”

“Yes,” Rick replied.

She tossed several times into the basket. Next she held up a razor. Rick rolled his eyes, then slowly nodded. She added the item to the basket. Next on the list was spray tan. Rick inspected what she was holding, and then looked at the items on the shelf.

“Can we stop by my house on the way to your place?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Then let’s go with this,” he said, selecting a bottle from the shelf.

“That’s does not have an applicator in it,” she said.

“I know, I have that covered.”

The last item Courtenay picked up was the bikini wax kit. Rick grinned widely as she dropped into the basket without asking him if he would do it.

Moments later she had paid for the items and they were in her car. They made a brief stop at Rick’s house and he emerged a short time later with a medium-sized cardboard box.

“What’s in the box?” Courtenay asked.

“My airbrush. I used it for scale models, but it should work well for your spray tan. Unless there is still paint left in the lines. You don’t mind if the first part of your tan is Army green, do you?”

She just stared at him.

Wow, tough crowd. There is no paint in the lines, I just cleaned it.”

From Rick’s it was short drive to her house. Courtenay led the way in calling out to anyone in the house. There was no reply.

“Well, I guess you have me all to yourself,” Courtenay said with a smile. She walked into her room.

“This is where the magic is going to happen,” Rick said.

“Will twenty dollars be enough?” she asked, rummaging through her purse.

“I’m not taking your money,” Rick said.

“Well, I insist you be compensated somehow,” she said, stepping right in front of Rick.

“Perhaps we would work something out in trade,”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Courtenay said as she stroked the front or Rick’s pants.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I will trade you a blowjob for a makeover.”

“I think you are getting the better end of that bargain, the makeover is going to take much longer than the blowjob.”

“How about I throw in a tit fuck,” she said, putting her hands on her breasts.

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“And you just drive something hard. Should we shake on it? “Courtenay said, slipping her hand inside Rick’s pants and grabbing his erection.

“Works for me.”

Courtenay pulled her hand out of his pants and stripped off her shirt. She was wearing a lacy white bra, which barely contained her large breasts. She unfastened the clasp and her breasts tumbled out. Rick smiled as he watched her pinch her swollen nipples. Her hands moved to his pants, pulling down the zipper. She pulled his cock and balls out through the opening, then sank to her knees. Courtenay scooped her tits up in her hands and wrapped them around Rick’s throbbing erection.

“You still at 38 blowjobs?” Rick asked.

“I’m up to 41.”

“Anybody I know?”

“No, mostly guys from the college.”

“Do you swallow for them?”

“No, mostly they cum on my tits. I only swallow for my favorites.”

“Like me?” Rick asked.

“Yes, like you.”

The Travesti firm, warm flesh of her breasts felt good as it surrounded his cock. Rick watched as she pinched her own nipples and moved her tits up and down at the same time. Her breasts completely engulfed his cock. Rick could not resist slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. On each thrust the head of his dick would peek out of her cleavage

“Fuck you have nice tits,” Rick moaned

“You say the sweetest things”, she replied.

Courtenay released her tits and wrapped one of her hands around the shaft of Rick’s cock. Slowly she began to stroke up and down. She leaned her head forward and a stream of saliva lubricated her hand. She used her other hand to press one of her breasts against her own lips. Rick moaned at the sight of her licking her own nipple.

“This is the sensitive part, right?” she inquired, running her fingertip just under the head of his cock.

“Yea, yea, that’s the spot.”

“What feels better there, my hand or my mouth?”

“They both feel fantastic.”

“Then I guess I will give you both.”

Courtenay lower her head again, stretching her lips around Rick’s engorged penis. She continued to stroke the entire length of his cock, but also slid her lips all over the tip. She pulled down on his erection so that it was horizontal. Rick could not take his eyes off the sight of her lips slipping up and down the shaft of his dick. She stopped sucking on his cock, but continued to stroke it.

“Do you want to finish on my tits, on my face, or in my mouth?”

“Mouth”, Rick moaned.

“Yummy, I was hoping you would say that.”

Courtenay plunged Rick’s cock back into her mouth. She was going faster now, and she was moaning as she pressed the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. Rick could feel her tongue rubbing along the bottom of his dick. The pressure of his approaching orgasm was almost too much to resist.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned.

He felt Courtenay’s hand stroke his balls, as if to encourage him. Rick’s orgasm exploded into her mouth. He put one hand on her shoulder to steady himself as his cock jerked between her lips. Courtenay continued to suck and stroke his cock until she had taken every drop of cum. As his erection began to fade, she let his dick slip out of her mouth. She stood up and gave him a brief kiss.

“Are you ready to go to work?” she asked.

“Yes, we are starting with the bikini wax, then your legs. Take off your clothes.”

“Are sure I have to be completely naked?”

“Yes, it will work out better this way.”

Courtenay removed her remaining clothes while Rick set up the wax. He instructed her to lie in her bed. He produced some leather straps from his box and began to tie her to the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I don’t want you flailing about when I pull the wax off.”‘

“I’ve done this before, it is not that bad.”

“Do you want me to do this or not?”

“Okay, but I still say I will be fine”

Rick stretched her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. Next he tied her ankles to the footboard. He checked the wax to see how it was melting, and then he leaned over the foot of the bed, placing his hands between her legs.

“It appears you have overcompensated me for the work you want. Let me give you a refund. Rick placed his hand at the apex of her legs. With the heel of his hand he pressed against her clitoris.

“I knew you were up to something,” she moaned.

“Are you saying you don’t want your refund?” Rick asked as he stroked her wet labia with his thumb.

“I’m not saying that, not at all.”

The feeling of Rick’s hand on her sex was an unexpected pleasure. Courtenay writhed as Rick pressed his thumb inside her. She felt his other hand on her breast. His fingers traced a circled around her swollen nipple. She felt his hand withdraw from between her legs. The next thing she felt was his tongue lapping at her clitoris. He covered her labia with soft kisses. She squealed at the sensation of his warm flesh against hers. Courtenay strained against the leather straps. She was still surprised how much being restrained aroused her. She relaxed her arms and legs and surrendered control of her body to Rick. He seemed to know exactly what to do with it. His fingers pinched her nipple. Each time he squeezed his fingers together the erect flesh slipped away in a delightful manner.

Even more delightful was the feeling from between her legs. He had slipped two fingers inside her, probing for her G spot. At the same time his mouth was all over her clit. She raised her head to see what he was doing, but all she could see where her own breasts. As Rick’s fingertips found her G Spot, she could feel herself quickly approaching an orgasm. The trifecta of stimulation on her nipple, clit and G spot made her climax inevitable. The rest of the room began to fade away. She laid her head on the pillow and focused on what Rick was doing to her. She forgot about the leather straps. She forgot about the bowl of hot wax. All she could hear was her own ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. Finally her orgasm izmir Travesti surged through her body. She thrust her hips against Rick’s mouth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, and then slowly faded away. Rick stopped touching her and her breathing returned to normal.

“Time to check the temperature of the wax”, Rick said as he pulled the applicator out of the container. He spread a small amount on his wrist.

“That seems okay to me, what you think?” he said as he dripped the wax on to Courtenay’s naked breast.

“Shit! What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed.

“Too hot? Rick asked.

“No, it actually feels good. I may have found a new toy. Is it going to hurt when you pull it off?”

“Probably not, let’s see…” Rick said, grabbing the edge of the wax and slowly peeling it back. Rick wondered if she had noticed the lube he had smeared on her skin when he was playing with her breast. It allowed the wax to peel off easily.

Rick regarded the circular piece of wax in his hand.

“I could probably make a casting of your nipple from this. They would make a hell of a keychain.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she replied.

“Okay, if you insist. Want me to do it again?”

“I do, but there really isn’t time.” she lamented.

“As you know, this part will hurt,” Rick said as he spread the wax between her legs.

” Right now it feels nice and warm.”

“I’ve got something I think will help. I’m going to spray a cooling agent on your skin as soon as I remove the wax, which should numb the nerves. It should only hurt for a second.”

“Do I want to know how where you learned that?”

“You don’t,” Rick answered.

Rick let the wax cool, then grabbed the edge of the first strip.

“Ready?”

“No, but do it anyway,” she answered through gritted teeth.

He yanked the strip off.

“Shit! Shit! That fucking hurts!” Courtenay screamed.

Rick applied the cooling spray and she stopped screaming.

“Is it getting better?”

“Yea, you were right, it only hurt for a second, but it hurt a lot”

Rick quickly completed the rest of the wax job. By the end he was spraying the cooling agent on before the wax was completely off, and Courtenay’s screams had diminished considerably.

“Do you have any idea how much that hurts?” she asked.

“I tried waxing my legs during my road bike phase. I know how much that hurts; I can’t imagine waxing my dick. The good news is that part is done.”

“What is next?” she asked.

“Mani and pedi,” he replied

“Okay, when you say it like that, you sound gay”, she giggled.

“There’s pretty much no manly way to say that”, Rick sighed.

Rick started by releasing the strap on her foot. Next he gave her a gentle foot massage, and then began painting her toe nails.

“You don’t have any sisters, how did you learn how to do this? Are you some kind of momma’s boy?” she asked.

“No, it is a geek skill. Compared to painting scale models and fantasy figurines, this is easy. The face on a fighter pilot is about the size of your little toenail, and I have to paint goggles and an oxygen mask on it. You know this snakeskin pattern you want on your nails? I put that on a Galactic trooper last week.”

“Rick, “she interrupted.

“Yes?”

“Dial down the geek, it is kind of freaking me out.”

Rick finished with one foot and untied the other. He continued the conversation as he started massaging her foot.

“I’m just saying a lot of my hobby skills transfer over to makeovers”

“What else?”

“Using camouflage face paint for hunting and paintball transfers to makeup.”

“Really, you can do my makeup?”

“Well, I mostly work in greens and browns, but I can probably figure out how to use what you have. Okay, I’m done down here,” Rick said, then whispered to himself, “but I will miss the view.” He took one more look at Courtenay’s naked pussy then moved his stool next to her hand. He released the leather strap around her wrist.

“So where did you learn how to trim and polish fingernails?” Courtenay asked.

“Gunsmithing and wood carving, the tools are remarkably similar. But unlike you hands, mistakes on steel and wood can’t be fixed with a band aid.”

“I never thought of it that way,” she said.

Soon Rick was done. He untied her remaining hand and quickly finished the manicure. Courtenay held up her hands, turning them different ways.

“This looks fantastic. It’s at least as good as the salon, and I like the price.”

“And I like the pay,” Rick replied.

Rick noticed Courtenay was glaring at him. He looked back at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I think you forgot something,” she said, looking at her legs.

“Right, your legs. I was just getting to them.” Rick said, standing up.

Rick walked to the bathroom and returned with a bowl of hot water and a washcloth. Starting on the upper part of her leg he carefully wet them down with the washcloth, and then spread shaving gel on her skin. Rick focused on her legs, resisting the temptation to gawk at the rest of her naked body. Konya Travesti With his peripheral vision he noticed she had her hands on her breasts. It took all of his willpower to watch what he was doing. With slow smooth strokes he shaved her legs.

“I could get used to this,” Courtenay moaned.

“You are getting the first time customer discount, next time it will really cost you,” Rick replied.

“Oh really?” she asked.

“Of course, you do get credit for referrals,” Rick answered with a big grin on his face.

“So, what hobby taught you how to shave a girl’s legs?” Courtenay inquired.

“Like I said, I used to be a pretty hard core road biker, and smooth legs are part of the lifestyle,” Rick replied.

“You are starting to sound gay again,” Courtenay replied, “not that there is anything wrong with it.”

“Well, I really perfected my technique at scout camp.”

“Wait, what? That makes no sense.” Courtenay said.

“One of the pranks we used to pull was shaving half a guy’s chest hair off while he was sleeping. You have to be very gentle not to wake them up. Some of the guys we pulled the prank on were a lot older, they would have kicked my ass if they knew it was me,” Rick explained.

“That’s terrible,” she replied, “but also pretty funny.”

“Towards the end I was able to shave shapes, like a heart”, Rick said.

“Sounds like you were a dickhead.”

“No, these guys deserved it. They were assholes.”

“So you were some kind of razor wielding vigilante?” Courtenay asked.

“Yea, I was Razor Hood, and we are done,” Rick said, holding the razor triumphantly above his head.

“You are such a dork, but a dork that does good work,” Courtenay said running her hand down her leg.

Courtenay cupped her hands around her breasts, gently pinching her swollen nipples. She moaned, and then turned to Rick.

“There is a slight complication.”

“What’s that?” Rick asked.

“I’m still really horny. I don’t want to go to the party with hard nipples and a wet pussy. What do you suggest we do about that?” Courtenay asked.

“I think a quickie might cure what ails you,” Rick replied.

“Do you have a condom? I don’t want cum running down my leg either.”

“I hear that is quite a social faux paux,” Rick said with a laugh.

“Do you have one?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I’m waiting for you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind”

Courtenay slowly rolled over. First she tucked her knees up under her belly, the slowly raised her ass in the air. Rick stared at her firm butt as he rolled the condom onto his erect penis. He was a little relieved she had asked him to wear it. Seeing her naked for so long had aroused him to the edge of orgasm. Next he slid a cock ring onto his erection. Nancy told him it would keep him hard longer. He watched as she spread her thighs apart, revealing her labia glistening with moisture. As she slowly straightened her arms her breasts became visible. She had not been kidding when she said her nipples were hard. The pink protrusions were quite noticeable.

Rick crawled onto the bed behind her. He put one hand on her ass, letting his thumb rest between her cheeks. With his other hand he guided the head of his cock between her legs. The sight of his cock sliding into her sent a chill down his spine. He heard her moan as he slowly filled her up. He cupped his hands around her breasts, feeling with his fingertips until he found her nipples. She let out a little whimper when he pinched her.

“I want it fast and hard,” Courtenay moaned. She was glad Rick chose doggie style. The skin above her pussy was still raw from the bikini wax. She pushed her ass back against Rick’s hips, fully engulfing his cock. She felt his thrust pick up speed. Each time he thrust into her she heard his hips slap against her ass. Each time he buried his cock inside her he pulled back on her tits. The tips of his fingers dug into the top of her breasts, and his palms pressed against her nipples. With a single finger extended she carefully reached back between her legs. Avoiding the newly bald skin she stroked her clit. It completed a circuit of pleasure between her tits and her pussy. The feeling started where Rick was pinching her nipples and stopped at the finger she was rubbing between her legs.

Rick knew she was fingering herself. He could feel the very tip of her nail graze against the shaft of his cock each time he thrust it into her. Her nipples were so stiff they felt like they were going to pierce the palms of his hands, but continued to hold her breasts tightly.

“How the fuck did I end up here,” Rick whispered to himself.

Two months earlier this situation was beyond his wildest fantasy. He looked down at her ass again. He could barely see the shaft of his cock slipping in and out of her. The sight aroused him. He felt his climax building rapidly. Even with the condom on he knew holding back was a losing battle. He pulled his hips back until he was barely touching her, and then thrust forward. Each time he penetrated her she gasped. It was the sound of her excited breathing that pushed him over the edge. Rick continued to ram his cock into her as he came. He gazed down at her ass, hoping the sight of her engulfing his dick would keep him hard a little longer. He tensed the muscles in his groin. He wanted to fuck her until she came.

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Having a healthy sexual appetite seems to be the ultimate goal of men these days, judging from all the ludicrous emails I receive daily. These are reminiscent of snake oil days of yore, replete with exotic stories teeming with references to ancient mystics, jungle potions, far eastern secrets, and exotic plants. Certainly I would take any Chinese herbal remedy seriously, I mean, there are over a billion of them, so clearly they are doing something right. However, stay away from Chinese birth control methods, which are obviously less effective.

Let’s be honest however. A good, rambunctious sexual appetite may seem jim-dandy when you don’t have one or can’t seem to keep up with your partner’s acrobatic enthusiasm. But when you are the possessor of a tropical erotic interest and your mate is more of the boreal forest type, problems arise.

And so it was with me. I was a…well, to be blunt, a horn dog. I was forever pawing at my wife, and in a constant state of arousal. I took every opportunity to seduce her, entice her and arouse her. These advances caused her only to become irritated, annoyed and aggravated. I was difficult to have arguments with, as I would rush through the fight in order to get to the make up sex. I was intolerable on long car trips, as I would spend as much time trying to entice her with double entendres as I would on, say, actually not missing our exits. My success rate with both resulted in extremely long journeys, in both the very real and very metaphysical sense. Eventually, it became clear that this marriage was not going to work out. It wasn’t only because of our differing sex drives, but that factor certainly exacerbated the problems.

After the divorce, I spent a bit of time just enjoying being alone. I purchased a nice, small house in the country and found that I rather liked the freedom I had suddenly acquired. I walked around the house in my underwear, I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, watched porno movies with the volume up in the middle of the day, masturbated freely in whatever room I just happened to be in. It was liberating.

But eventually it grew tiresome. I began to long for the touch of another body, and my desires began to insinuate themselves with increasing urgency. There was nothing for it but to begin dating again. I of course had been out of the dating arena for quite some time and was understandably nervous about going back into the breach. I had the well-meaning but misguided help of the married women in my office, who were forever setting me up with single girls they knew.

Suffice it to say that most single girls that I dated were single for quite obvious and oftentimes, startling reasons. Some had personal hygiene issues or nasty habits. Others had all the charm and personality of porcupines.

For instance, Kelly from Human Resources seemed pleasant enough. She was a pretty girl with large doe eyes and a cute turned up nose. However when she laughed she barked like a hound dog and had a habit of cleaning her ears out with whatever utensil was handy, car key, pen cap, shrimp fork…

Alice was another delight. She was an attractive woman, a mere slip of a girl who wore clingy dresses that left just enough up to the imagination to keep the imagination in a perpetual state of distraction. She was, unfortunately, unwittingly bi-polar. Her conversation ranged from the hysterical antics of her cat to the tear-wrenching plight of the Sarajevo refugee camps to the seething rage brought on by her present employer who found her “a tad difficult”. All this before drinks. Later, after dinner when I gently rebuffed an invitation to go up to her apartment and gave no clear indication when or if I would be calling her again, she exploded into a tirade about the sheer stupidity of men who were too blind to see an excellent specimen of femininity standing mere inches from their eyes, apparently waving their arms frantically and expounding the frustrations of particular genders. I physically backed away from her and climbed rapidly into my car, accelerating away with a panicked chirp of my tires.

Darlene was almost the opposite. She was by far the most fetching of all the women I had dated thus far. She had burgundy hair cut in a severe bob, great big green eyes framed by bookish glasses, and she was probably no more than five and a half feet tall, one hundred pounds. She was an elfish thing, an innocent and delicate waif in a world of heavy-handed clumsy giants. The problem was that she simply did not talk. It was not that she wasn’t capable of the task; she was quite adept at ordering the most bird-like portions of food on the menu, a small side salad and a glass of water. I believe her entire bill came to just under two dollars. Her conversations consisted exclusively of one word answers followed by a break of eye-contact. She stared doggedly at her plate as if the nightly news were being broadcast from the china. Dinner was inexorably long and the pauses between conversations reached a point where Travesti it began to resemble sort of an auditory black hole, where sounds of other, nearby conversations were sucked up, unable to escape the sheer magnitude of silence between us. I decided that Darlene was clearly not enjoying herself and took her home immediately after dinner, thanking her profusely for a wonderful time. I was home by nine. Surprisingly, the lady at the office who had set us up approached me the following day saying she had received a phone call from Darlene just after I dropped her off. Darlene had apparently had a wonderful time and was quite taken by me and couldn’t wait until we went out again. Those words surpassed the sum total of words she spoke to me the entire evening.

In the weeks and months to follow I dated a bus-line quality cast of characters: a born-again Christian who wanted to tell me her testimony and did so, using breadsticks and the finger bowl to illustrate her baptism; a sales associate who couldn’t go three sentences before being interrupted by her cell phone, pager or PDA; an intense woman from accounting who grasped my hands meaningfully and asked me what a respectable length of time one should date before introducing the topic of marriage. (I indicated that one should wait at least until the salad arrived, which hadn’t); a butch girl from the mailroom who insisted that she was “not just another vagina”. When I attempted to pay for the meal, she began an oration of Biblical proportions damning me and my ‘ilk’ to an eternity of childbirth and subservience. We split the bill.

Of course the more I went out with these strange and quirky women, the more guarded I became. When I took Linda from marketing out for supper, I was so paranoid, waiting for some odd behavioural problem to pop up, a severe facial tic, an aversion to silverware, a tendency to recognize innocent passers by as celebrities and suddenly hound them for autographs, an unnatural desire to crawl beneath the table and curl up into a fetal ball, that I simply could not relax. Linda confided to a friend, who in turn confided to me, that she found me ‘weird and unapproachable’. I had become so paranoid of quirky behaviour that it was manifesting itself within me as quirky behaviour.

This forced me to step back from my situation and gain a bit of perspective. I had to ask myself just what was I accomplishing, what was I benefiting from these dates? I still found myself going home alone at night. I still found myself rattling around my empty house, restless and jumpy. And then I realized that I was going to have to be honest with myself. I had to admit to myself that I was dating the wrong kind of women, with the wrong kind of motives. I didn’t want what they wanted; I didn’t have the same needs that they did. The women I was dating were looking for good, stable men to settle down with. They were looking for rewarding relationships that would eventually evolve into rewarding marriages.

I, on the other hand, was looking for sex. And not just Linda from marketing, fall into bed sex. I wanted really kinky, dirty, it’s-a-good-thing-there-are-no-neighbours sex. I wanted the kind of sex you had to prepare for days in advance by upping your carbohydrate intake and marking out the load-bearing walls in your house. I wanted the kind of sex that, if you left the windows open, attracted rutting moose from miles around. I wanted the kind of sex that when you were done, you contemplated submitting the damage to the house as an insurance claim, citing a localized downburst. I wanted the kind of sex that left you so raw that the thought of going to the bathroom made you break out in a cold sweat.

And I just wasn’t going to find a willing participant from the parade of women I’d been marching with.

While I was trying to figure all this out, I continued to date. It became more of a hobby at this point and I found it liberating to go into a date with no ulterior motives, no hidden agendas, no preconceived notions and no expectations. This approach made some dates turn out much better than they would have otherwise. And it made some dates devolve into catastrophic scenes of angst and despair.

One woman from the office happened to mention a name to me in passing, Charlene Turner. I knew Charlene. There were two Charlenes that I went to high school with, “Holy Shit Charlene” Kozlov and “The Other” Charlene Turner, whom we called, quite cruelly, Charles. “Holy Shit Charlene” had an amazing body, long lean legs and floating breasts, and she knew how to dress. She was a complete and utter stuck up bitch, but who the hell cared. Charles on the other hand was a round girl in round glasses. I sat next to her in a few classes and found that she was funny and bright, but unfortunately had turned her awkward phase into more of a commitment. She tended to waddle like a land-locked penguin on an uphill trail, and had all the grace of an auto accident.

When the prospect of a blind date with Charles Antalya Travesti came up, I thought about it for a long time. Certainly I wasn’t going to go for any kind of romantic purpose, but then my dates recently had been pretty much bereft of romance anyway. Considering my new state of mind, a date with Charles would probably go just swimmingly. I agreed to be set up and thought, since this was an old high school friend, I would do the whole date up right. I arranged to meet her for dinner at the Palisade, the restaurant in the Radisson Hotel. We would meet in the lobby, just like some old movie. To be honest, and this is quite cruel, I assumed that if she still resembled her high school yearbook picture, she probably didn’t get many dates and I wanted this one to be special. How utterly presumptuous and arrogant of me, I know.

I arrived at the lobby just after seven. In fact the massive clock above the fountain had just chimed it’s last bell and the echoes were still reverberating in the corridors. The lobby of the Radisson was designed in such a way as to look dazzlingly expensive without actually being so. The water-marble floor simply wasn’t. The cut glass obelisk in the fountain was clearly acrylic. The impressive and ominous chandelier that hung from the ceiling was indeed an expense, but it was made up of simple glass rectangles and aircraft cable. However, in this town, you take your glamour where you can get it, squint at it and call it luxury.

As I was standing in the lobby, I noticed a rather rotund woman standing at the grand piano near the restaurant entrance. I assumed it was Charles…Charlene, slapped a warm grin on my face and headed over to her with a jovial bounce in my step. Just as we were about to make eye contact I noticed a set of luggage at her feet and realized that this was not Charlene. In an effort of sheer will and wonderful acting ability, I flicked my grin just up over her shoulder and to the right, nodding congenially to the empty restaurant behind her. She actually turned around to see who it was I was greeting so jovially and I took that instant to turn sharply to my left and disappear behind a convenient fiscus tree.

“That’s not me,” a voice said behind me. I turned around and looked into the eyes of Charles that I remembered from math class all those years ago. And the eyes were about the only thing I recognized. Charles…Charlene Turner had grown into quite a woman. Now, she was still plump to be sure, but she was a curvy, tight plump and she knew how to wear it well. She was sporting an eye-catching dress with a plunging neckline. It caught the eye all right, it caught it and yanked it down into some serious and dangerously distracting cleavage. It was the kind of cleavage you could fall into, creamy skin delving into mysterious shadow with a sensuous roundness that…I glanced up at her. I had been staring at her chest. Good for me. I was doing well. For an encore, I considered patting her on the fanny and shouting “hoo boy”. Somehow, I resisted.

“No,” I managed, finally, “that is definitely not you. And you are definitely an absolute…well…I am just so delighted…and very, very happy to see you. I mean, after all these years.” Oh, I was a smooth one. All I needed now was to hike my pants up to show a pair of white socks and do a double gainer pratfall into the fountain.

“It is nice to see you too,” she replied. “I have to say, I was expecting a skinny, mullet-haired kid with acne. But you’ve turned out quite handsome.”

I don’t know if I blushed, it would have been amateurish of me for certain. But I do know that I managed not to return the compliment with some comment such as: “and I thought you’d be fat.” Although, I can only imagine the sheer effort required to keep that little gem from slipping out must have been mentally exhausting. Instead I escorted her into the restaurant and to our table.

Suddenly, this little show that I was putting on seemed a bit silly and hollow. Charlene was quite a beautiful woman in her own right and the very idea of me providing a pity date seemed to me quite an embarrassing prospect. In fact, for all I knew, she may have felt that she was lowering her standards for one night to provide me with some social charity I would otherwise never experience.

The waiter came and she ordered a manhattan. How brilliant. My brain suddenly skipped a gear and began that horrible jerking that happens when you realize that the only drink you have ever ordered was beer. The waiter looked at me and I thought what would Hemingway drink? Pernod, probably. Stupid idiot, who drinks Pernod in this century? If my mouth says Pernod, I swear to god I’m going to fill it with my own fist, very very hard. I heard myself order a scotch and soda. I blinked at my resourcefulness. Scotch and soda? My goodness, I wasn’t a complete fool after all. Merely an apprentice fool. And so that crisis passed. Another one stumbled in and knocked over something expensive as I perused Bursa Travesti the menu.

I had no idea what a lot of these items were. Words like “Terrine de Fois de Gras”, “Carpaccio de Bouef”, “Les Pates Fraiches et Risottos”…I felt suddenly a bit like a drowning man, searching for something to grasp onto. A word jumped out at me…Pasta. Ah, now I could handle pasta. I stared at the word, anchoring my drifting soul upon it. Pasta. Yes, I would have the pasta.

“Appetizers?” asked the waiter. Appetizers? I furiously flipped back a page, reluctantly letting go of the only word on the entire menu I understood. I was about to just close my eyes and point, when Charlene ordered smoothly and confidently. “I think we’d like to try the crab cakes.” She looked at me for affirmation. I nodded eagerly, probably too eagerly, in fact I am almost certain that I would look right at home in the rear window of a Buick sedan alongside the other bobble-heads.

Drinks came and I restrained myself from guzzling it down. I grasped the cool glass with both hands and urged it to remain in contact with the table. No good could come from getting sloshed, however therapeutic it may be for my state of mind at that particular moment.

Finally we chatted a bit. She asked me about some old friends and I had the dawning realization that I had not kept up with any of my high school friends, not a single one. I found myself shrugging and giggling at my own ineptitude at carrying on even the most remotely simple conversation with this woman. I had completely lost control of this date and I was suddenly struck with the same feeling the crew of the Titanic must have had, watching utterly helpless as this enormous ship sank beneath the waves. This dinner was going to be a complete and titanic disaster and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Finally, Charlene heaved a sigh and I assumed that she was about to fold her napkin delicately in her hand, slap it on the table and leave. Instead she turned to me and said the most remarkable thing.

“I don’t know about you, but I hate small talk. Deplore it. Now, we could sit here all night and honk away like happy geese, or we could just get a room in this fabulous hotel and do something altogether more interesting.”

I was stunned and for a moment, I didn’t have the slightest inkling of the remotest idea of a distant and obscure clue of what to say.

And then, it was if the great weights around my psyche were suddenly lifted. My mind stopped gibbering about in a corner somewhere and snapped to attention. My body relaxed immediately and I struck a languid and natural pose. Suddenly I felt that after all these months of thrashing about in the water, trying to swim, I just simply stood up and found myself in a knee-deep pond.

“Charlene, you have just given one of the world’s all-time, fantastic and indisputably top-notch suggestions ever to be uttered on this great globe.”

“Great.” she said, rising. “Leave a nice tip, will you?”

As we were heading out the door, the waiter approached us. “Sir and madam are not staying?”

“Oh, no.” said Charlene airily. “We’ve decided to go have some sex instead.” And then she drifted out. I caught the waiter’s eye and he smiled broadly.

“Have at it,” he said brightly.

The procedure at the desk probably only took a few moments, but it seemed like a maddening eternity to us. We both impatiently tapped our feet and whispered “come on come on come on” under our breaths. But in due time we had our key and were boarding the elevator. A thought struck me as the elevator doors began to close but it evaporated when an elderly couple dashed in with surprising spryness. The ride up was in silence, but a small gasp escaped my lips when I felt Charlene’s hand reach around behind her and cup my crotch. Things were developing down there, for sure and her playful manipulations brought things to their full potential. She murmured appreciatively, leaned her head back and whispered that she was going to have a good time with this. She gave me a playful squeeze.

The elevator reached our floor and we stumbled down the hall, groping each other and giggling like teenagers. She was a full-figured woman, but her body was tight and unyielding, her skin, what I could get my hands on, was smooth and warm. She fumbled with the key card and eventually got the door open. The room had that definitive hotel room smell of generic loneliness, industrial cleaner and cheap soap. We didn’t notice as we were too busy enthusiastically flinging clothing onto every flat surface.

Once she got down to her bra and panties, I could resist her no longer and grabbed her, bringing her body to mine. My hands swept around her and cupped her broad, round ass. I ground my hardness against her and she pressed into me. Our lips met and our tongues danced with a passionate electricity.

Things were going well. I was happy with the evening so far and said so. Charlene tilted her head back and looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

“You do date a lot, don’t you?” she asked. I nodded that yes, I did. “And not many turn out this well, I assume.” I shook my head, no not many did. “I can tell. You seem, well, relieved.”

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