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The sunlight slanting through the glass bathing me in the warm glow. I watch the driveway anticipating your arrival, my hands unconsciously sliding over my silk encased hips. A slight squeak is all the I hear before a pair of warm strong arms slide around my waist, warm breath caressing the side of my neck as you press your cheek into my hair. I part my lips to say something, but no words come out as your finger presses against them. I understand then that no words will be spoken. Your hands are warm pressed as they are against my silk covered skin. Your fingers slip easily over my breasts finding my nipples already hard poking against the fabric, you close your fingers around them rolling my nipples gently.

Your hands guide my dress off letting it pool at my feet. Your hands press against me, but this time directly against my flesh. You trail your fingertips over my skin, barely touching, goosebumps forming. Your mouth mimics your fingers, I moan softly and you stop, I start to beg you to continue and you step away from me, my body losing the warmth of yours. I stand still, biting my lip. This time when you touch me your hands are no longer so gentle, they grip my bare kilis escort ass cheeks, squeezing them, one hand dipping into my wet heat from behind. I fall forward slightly bracing myself against the window, your hands on my thighs, parting them. I hear the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, and then just before I feel the fire from a strike of your belt I hear the whistle and know what’s coming. My breath fogging the window as you bring your belt down against the taut flesh of my ass marking it, making it burn, my teeth firmly biting my lip now. And yet the smell of my arousal is still filling the room and my juices sticky on my thighs.

I hear your belt drop to the floor, silently thinking it is over and you are going to press your hard cock into my dripping hot pussy. But it is not to be, as your hand presses firmly against my pussy cupping it, a small whimper escapes me, but either you didn’t hear or you don’t care. You hand moves away from me, and you open my thighs further drawing my hips back causing me to bend at the waist. The air of the room chilly against my heated flesh. I hear you move away but my eyes never leave the glass. kırklareli escort

I jump as your hand closes around one of my breasts, so caught up in the feeling in me that I never noticed your approach. Your fingers grip my nipple and twist and pull on it, causing my hips to buck, making me moan. This time you do hear and you chuckle. I begin to wonder what you are going to do, when there is a burning sensation on my nipple, I look down and you have attached a clamp. I whimper from the pleasure/pain response, my pussy leaking more juice. You chuckle again, and again I feel the burning sensation, I don’t need to look to know you attached a clamp to the other nipple.

As I begin to get used to the tightness and the pain turns to a dull throb you tighten the clamps and tug a little on the chain the connects them, making me moan and whimper. You walk away from me again, and I am nothing but a bundle of pleasure and pain. I then feel you easily slip 2 fingers deep into my wet pussy, I let out a low moan and you remove them causing a whimper, this happens again and again.

Just as I think the heat being generated by my pussy karabük escort will overwhelm you, you surprise me and slide an ice cold dildo into me causing me to buck my hips and moan loudly. You pump it in and out slowly, I try to push my hips back to keep it in me but you always make sure I never can.

My entire body is on fire with need. I’m begging you to fuck me, to let me cum. I feel your hands leave the dildo slowly slipping out of me, the thump when it hits the floor so loud in the silence of the room. I feel you move behind me, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, and you plunge your hard thick cock deep into me stretching me out. You lean over my back…one hand curling into the dangling chain tugging at it the other stroking my clit. My body aching with the swelling of my orgasm and I cum convulsively on your cock, my pussy spasming around your invading cock. You keep tugging on the chain, lancing my core with pain and the pleasure of the stimulation of my clit driving me insane. All the while you pump your cock in and out, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument.

As I feel you cum deep in me, each spurt of your seed scalding me, I cum again and again, screaming and moaning in complete abandon. And as I come down, through the orgasmic fog clouding my brain, I feel the removal of the clamps and You cradle me against your broad hard chest. Your hands soft as they stroke my sweat covered skin, letting me know without words that you love me.

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Authors note: After a multitude of requests, here is chapter 2 of Air Charter. I’m not sure if a chapter 3 will be coming or not. I may choose to leave what happens next to your imagination. Or I might not.

*****

In some ways it wasn’t quite fair. I mean I’ve never been one to be deceitful, but in this case it seemed like the right thing to do. Kim was waiting at the cabin and my job was to get Amy there without any argument.

“Adam! What’s’ going on? Your phone call was more than a little bit cryptic,” Amy asked as she practically ran across the tarmac at the Chicago Dupage County Airport, pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her.

“Oh. Kim is having an absolute fit. She’s demanding that you come at once and refusing to come home until you come get her,” I said with a scowl. “You so owe me for screwing up my vacation!” I said pretending to be angry as I took the case from her and stuffed it into the hold under the cabin of my twin engine turbo prop. Truth be told I’d had a bit of a crush on Amy since I started flying her and Kim around the country. I’d of course told her about it, sorta, but been shut down cold every time I’d tried to entice her into anything personal.

As Kim had told me, Amy was the perfect professional personal assistant. She was a whiz at keeping her schedule in order, able to handle a myriad of details without bothering Kim and in some cases, was as adept at running the lingerie business every bit as good as Kim. The only real difference was that Amy wasn’t a super model. In her own right she was good looking. Five and a half feet, not skinny but not fat, modestly large chest, creamy white skin and short cut auburn hair. To me she looked damn sexy, no matter what she was wearing. Today, in a tight fitting, short skirted dress, she looked even more so.

I followed her up the stairs to the plane, closing the stairway door just in time to watch her bend over and thread her way into the right hand co-pilots seat of the plane, her skirt pulling up far enough to show me that she had on pink lacy panties under the powder blue dress.

“I’m so sorry. I know I pushed you to take her. I’ll make it up to you somehow,” she said as I stepped over the center console and settled into the left seat. I handed her a pair of bulky headphones with a microphone attached and then picked up my own somewhat slimmer designed headset and mic. I remained silent as I flipped through the startup procedure, spinning both turbines up before keying the microphone.

“Dupage tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven ready for departure.”

“Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf. You are cleared to taxiway W William to Runway 2 Left. Hold at the ramp.”

“Roger. Taxiway W William to 2 Left and hold,” I answered as I throttled up, the only aircraft at the moment on the tarmac with an engine running. In moments we were bouncing along the narrow strip of pavement that would take us all the way south to the very end of the seventy-five hundred foot runway. It was well more than we’d need with the light load I had on board, but I wasn’t going to complain. I stopped just before reaching the end of the runway and checked both engines and props, making sure everything was working properly before radioing the tower back. “Dupage tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf holding at two Left.”

“Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf, you are cleared onto the runway. Depart turning left and contact Chicago flight following at five thousand.”

“Roger that tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf rolling,” I answered. Taking off from a smaller airport like this one was always more relaxing than trying to fight the big boys at someplace like O’Hare or Midway. I let off the brakes and rolled onto the end of the runway, turning the plane to line up down the center line before pushing the throttles full on.

“So how long?” Amy asked over the headset as the plane launched itself up from the pavement and I snapped the landing gear handle into the stow position.

“About four hours,” I answered, letting my voice soften, no longer having to maintain the fiction that I used to get her here and on the plane. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the note that Kim had written for her, a note I wasn’t supposed to give to her until we were in the air.

“What’s this?”

“A note from Kim,” I answered.

“What’s it say?”

“I dunno. She told me not to read it,” I answered with a shrug. “Chicago center, X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven climbing to fifteen thousand.”

“Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Climbing to fifteen thousand.”

“And you didn’t? Read it I mean?” she asked as she unfolded the paper.

“Nope. I guessed it wasn’t my business. I’m just following orders to get you on the plane and get you there anyway I can.”

Amy frowned and looked down at the note, reading it slowly. She flipped the paper over and back again, as if looking for more information.

“And you have no idea what this is about?”

“All I know is that I have specific orders from her highness to fetch you. She said everything else you needed to know was gebze escort in the note.”

“But it doesn’t tell me all that much.”

“Well, she was adamant. She wasn’t coming home until you got there. I couldn’t very well leave her there forever, could I?”

“Well, no. But what triggered this? I mean did you do anything to her?”

“Besides throw her ass in the lake the first day? Not really,” I answered.

“You really threw her in the lake?”

“Yep. Picked her up, hauled her ass over my shoulder to the end of the pier and threw her right into the water. She was none too happy about it either.”

“I don’t imagine she was,” Amy answered quietly.

“All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn’t crash the plane, I’d say it’d be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she can get when her suggestions aren’t followed.”

“Suggestions? Is that what you call em?”

“She thinks they’re suggestions.” I chuckled.

“She does?”

“Yeah.”

“So. In the last three days, you two have, what? Chatted?”

“Well, there isn’t all that much to do up there if you don’t fish or hike, and you know how much she loves the outdoors.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if she’d even go outside at all if she could avoid it.”

“I understand. So what’s the note say?”

“Just some personal stuff.”

“Personal stuff?”

“Yeah. You know. Personal stuff.”

“Okay. So that personal stuff made me fly all the way back to Chicago, not counting the nearly two hours of a rough Jeep ride down the mountain and back up. I’d kinda like to know what kind of personal stuff was so important.”

“She’s mad at me.”

“About?” I asked as I leveled the plane off at fifteen thousand feet. “Hang on a second. “Chicago center. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven level at fifteen thousand.”

“Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Contact Minneapolis center on three two one point three zero. Have a good day!”

“Roger Chicago center. Switching to Minneapolis center on three two one three zero.” I answered. Before turning back to Amy. “So why’s she mad at you?”

“Because of you.”

“Me?”

“Uh huh. You told her that I would sleep with you for a weekend if you took her with you.”

“Yeah. I did. Just kinda came out in a discussion.”

“A discussion? Must have been some discussion.”

“Actually, it was an angry one. But then that first day we had more than one of those.”

“I take it she didn’t much like the trip?”

“She didn’t like the ride up to the cabin, she didn’t like that there’s no indoor plumbing, she didn’t like that there’s no cell phone service up there, no electricity, and no computer. Should I go on? It only took me about five minutes and I’d had enough and threw her in the lake. The conversation came later.”

“So you what? Threatened to bring her home and she’s now refusing?”

“Something like that. Said she wasn’t going anywhere until I went and got you. So here I am.”

“So here we are,” she agreed. “What was so bad about the ride to the cabin?”

I looked over at her sitting in her high heels and light weight mini-dress, the front cut down well below her breasts, thinking just how much fun I was going to have on the drive up the mountain, since that particular style dress pretty much prevented wearing any kind of bra. I’d always thought she had pretty nice looking tits, though I’d never seen them bare. I suspected that before the day was out I would.

We made good time and soon landed at Crested Butte. Ten minutes of work to prep the plane for storage again and we were off in the well-worn Jeep. As the wind whipped around through the missing doors it kept blowing her skirt up her legs. I couldn’t help but grin to myself at the sight of her lacy pink panties, the hardon growing in my shorts. While I found Kim attractive, physically, I found Amy attractive in many more ways. I’d always wondered why she’s spurned my obvious flirts, until Kim dropped the bomb on me that the two of them were more than just friends, but lovers as well. But even knowing that didn’t stop my body from reacting to the attraction I felt for her.

I turned off the highway and onto the gravel road, the Jeep bouncing and jolting at each hole, making her large tits bounce enticingly in the dress top. My hardon was almost uncomfortable in my shorts by the time I pulled off the gravel onto the winding dirt track I called a road up to the cabin. We bounced and jostled over the rough track, Amy’s breasts bouncing clear out of the top of her dress every so often.

“It’s getting late. We should have stopped for supper,” she said, hanging onto the seat with one hand and the windshield with the other

“Not a problem. Kim said she’d have dinner ready when we got back,” I said as I gripped the wheel with both hands as I approached the same log that Kim had stripped at.

“Kim? Cook? You do live dangerously!” she said as the front wheels gümüşhane escort launched over the log, the Jeep coming down hard on the other side. I eased the rear wheels up to the log and bounced over it, stopping on the other side. I shut the engine down, letting the sounds of the wind through the pines waft over us.

“So. This is pretty much where it started.”

“Where what started?”

“The conversations. She was having some wardrobe trouble, kind of like you,” I said nodding down toward the front of her dress where one of her large round breasts had shifted enough to completely expose one of her nipples and about half of her areola.

She looked down, squeaked a little and pulled her dress top to cover her exposed nipple. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled, blushing a little.

“No need to apologize. I’ve been enjoying the view,” I answered honestly. “Anyway, she was having more trouble than that, and I said I’d let her change into something more appropriate. Surprisingly, her version of more appropriate was to get naked.”

“She stripped? Right here?”

“Uh huh. Rode the rest of the way up to the cabin naked. Worked out okay though. That way she didn’t have a lot of wet clothes when I threw her in the lake.”

“Well, she’s been seen by a lot of guys naked. I guess you’re just one more on the list.”

“Yeah. Sorta. I agreed that it wasn’t fair and let her convince me to strip too.”

“You? You stripped naked with her?”

“Well, after her, but yeah,” I said suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

“And she wanted you to?”

“She said it was the fair thing to do.”

“Sometimes I don’t understand her.”

“Well, you’ll understand this less then. She wanted you to do the same thing. Something about if you showed up at the cabin dressed that she’d personally throw YOU into the lake, and the lake isn’t exactly warm.”

“She wants me to strip? In front of you?”

“That’s what she said.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You get thrown in the lake, and just so you know, the lake temperature right now is about sixty degrees.”

“And what? You’re supposed to just sit there and watch me?”

“Nope. I’m supposed to strip with you.”

“Wait. She wants both of us to get naked? What’s she thinking?”

“She’s your boss. You tell me.”

“Well, I’m not going to! Not in front of you!” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I looked down at my watch. “Well, we’ve got plenty of time. You made better time to the airport than I expected,” I said, leaning back and putting one foot up on the hump between the seats.

She sat for long seconds, her arms crossed in front of her. “Why?” she finally asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do I have to get naked?”

“I guess because she wants you too.”

“I think it’s just to humiliate me.”

“Humiliate you? How so? I mean weren’t you the one that suggested that you’d have sex with me for a whole weekend to get me to take her on vacation with me? I mean, come on now. Getting undressed in front of me is now somehow humiliating? You’d have to have gotten undressed in front of me for that, right?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“So getting undressed to get me to take her wouldn’t be, but getting undressed after I did, is?”

“That does sound kind of stupid, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“So you have to get undressed too?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Okay. So you go first.”

“Alright. As long as you realize that I’m not moving this Jeep until you’re naked,” I said as I moved to climb out of the Jeep. I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the seat, quickly skimming my shorts off and tossing them on the pile I was making. I took a quick, deep breath and pushed down my boxer briefs, my hardon poking out and waving around as I lifted each leg to step out of my underwear. I added the underwear to the pile and then moved the whole pile between the seats. “Okay. Your turn,” I said as I sat back down in the bucket seat, my dick sticking up like a flag pole.

She sat, staring at my engorged shaft and mushroom head. “God you’re hard. Are you turned on by this? By me getting naked?”

“A bit,” I answered honestly. “I mean you KNOW that I’ve been attracted to you since I met you. Having your tits popping out of that dress all the way up here hasn’t hurt any either.”

“God damn. Men are all the same. Fine. You wanna see me naked?” she asked as she undid her seat belt and stepped out of the Jeep. She quickly pulled the dress up and over her head, tossing it between the seats before reaching down and pushing the tiny pink lace panties down and off, her easily D cup tits swinging side to side as she stepped from foot to foot. Her nipples were nearly as large around as my index finger, sticking out almost as far as they were wide, each one centered in the middle of a three inch or larger pink circle of puckered areola. Her stomach was trim, but not muscular, and her thighs looked creamy and soft. Unlike Kim, she wasn’t uniformly tanned, izmir escort leaving large cream colored triangle shaped patches on each breast and between her legs. Unlike Kim, she wasn’t shaved, but had a nicely trimmed little arrow of dark auburn curls pointing toward her fat puffy pussy lips.

I lost sight of her below the waist as she walked around the Jeep, stopping at the door space next to my seat. “Well? You wanna do it here?”

“Huh?” I asked stupidly.

She stepped to the side and rested her hands on the back fender, bending over and sticking her ass out, her big tits swinging below her chest. “That’s the idea isn’t it? That’s what all you guys want. Get em naked and then fuck em? Well, I promised you a fuck, why not come get it?”

I shook my head in amazement. “You know. This is the kind of thing I’d have expected from Kim. Not you. You’ve always been nice, sweet, gentle. This… This is… This is just not the YOU I’ve seen.”

“Well, it’s the me you get when you wanna treat me like a piece of meat. So come fuck me and get it over with.”

I didn’t bother to move from my seat. “Yeah. I’d love to have sex with you. But not like this,” I said shaking my head.

“Why not? You’re a guy, right? Isn’t that the goal? Strip em and fuck em?”

“Not all guys are like that.”

“The hell they aren’t,” she said as she straightened up and started back around the Jeep. She climbed in and buckled her seat belt. “Well. I’m naked. Let’s go.”

“If you say so.” I answered, reaching down and starting the engine. I was more than a little surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, and I had no idea what had caused it. Since I’d known her she’d been nothing but sweet. While the naked thing, suggested by Kim, was supposed to be a bit of an ice breaker between the two of us, something that Kim THOUGHT that Amy wanted. Now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe going to get her had been a big mistake. Maybe something in the note, which I hadn’t read, and now wished I had, was provoking this response. Either way, I wasn’t nearly as turned on as I was only minutes ago. Even watching her bare breasts bounce and sway as we made our way up the rough road wasn’t having the effect on me one would expect. No, suddenly I wasn’t convinced that the rest of the week was going to be all that my mind had conjured up. “So. What did her note say?” I asked as we bounced through a particularly deep rut.

“Just some stuff,” she said evasively.

“Is that what’s got you upset?” I asked, gripping the wheel tightly and glancing over at her.

“Partly.”

“Partly? What’s the other part?”

“You.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Well, for one thing, you weren’t exactly honest with me.”

I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about, me telling her it was an emergency to get her out here. But I wasn’t going to offer. “How so?” I asked instead.

She twisted herself in her seat and glared at me. “You said this was an emergency. Somehow, getting naked in the woods with you doesn’t FEEL like an emergency. You also got naked with Kim. THAT by itself isn’t exactly normal. Have you been fucking her too?”

I stopped the Jeep and looked over at her. “I thought you two were lovers. What makes you think that she’d even have any interest in having sex with a guy, let alone me?”

“Just the fact that she told you that makes me believe something else is going on here. She wouldn’t say that unless you’d tried to push yourself on her. Is that what made her so mad? You got naked around her and couldn’t keep your hands off of her? I thought you were different. I though you weren’t like other guys, wanting to get into her pants just because of how she looks. How could I have been so wrong?”

“I think you better ask her,” I answered with a frown, dropping the Jeep into a lower gear and letting out the clutch again. I was suddenly glad that the cabin was only a couple more turns away.

We rolled into the grassy front yard of the cabin, the road just sort of ending where the ground leveled out. Kim must have heard us drive in, stepping out of the door as we rolled to a stop a dozen yards from the front porch. She was wearing high heels and a flowery, flowing dress that was semi-sheer, her body teasingly visible through the thin material. Somehow she’d managed to get her hair done up and makeup on so that she looked every bit the model as she did when she stepped onto the plane four days ago.

“AMY!” Kim said cheerfully as she stepped off the porch toward us. “Oh. I see that Adam took my suggestion. Did you enjoy the drive up naked as much as I did?”

“Your suggestion? I thought it was an order. A direct command,” Amy said sharply, as she looked over at me climbing out of the Jeep.

“Well, suggestion, order. They’re pretty much the same, aren’t they?”

“Not so much,” Amy said as she slipped out of the seat. “So how much has he taken advantage of you?”

“Taken advantage of me? Why would you think such a thing? He has been the consummate gentleman. He’s shown me things that I had no idea existed, and he’s included me in things that I never thought I’d do.”

Amy looked at me as Kim hooked an arm around her shoulders and drew her toward the cabin while I pulled her suitcase from the back of the Jeep. “He didn’t force himself on you? Make you have sex with him?”

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I work the graveyard shift at Kinko’s. Yeah, it gets pretty damn boring, but I have a computer with access to the net there, so I won’t complain too much. True, the overnight shift puts a damper on my social life, but hey, it’s more cash per hour, so I’m happy.

I guess I should fill in a few of the blanks about myself. I’m pretty average looking; I suppose, with dark hair and eyes, average weight. The only thing that’s really striking about me is my height. At 6’5, I tower over most of my fellow employees and over all of the women I date. But enough about that. I just want to tell you all about one night last week.

It was about three a.m., and the place was dead as usual. I had just finished up posting on an online forum I frequent, when the bell over the door jangled and a young woman rushed in. I jumped, surprised that anyone would be in tonight (rainy and unseasonably cold), and nearly dropped the keyboard. “Can I help you?” I asked the slightly familiar young lady.

“Hi! You’re Joseph, right?” she enquired, smiling.

Shit. I couldn’t remember her name.

“I…ah…yes…hi! But it’s Joe for short.” I finished lamely.

“No problem. Adrienne,” she said, offering her hand.

Of course, I thought, shaking her hand, I knew her. I just didn’t recognize her. Usually she would dress in long, flowing skirts and dresses coupled with demure sweaters in muted shades. Very librarian-ish, if you will. But tonight, she was anything but. She was dressed to kill, whether that had been her intention or not. It was a sundress, spaghetti strap, A-line style, in an artsy dark greenish blue with random swirls on it in subtle colors. It was extremely short, stopping just a breath and a prayer below her crotch. In addition to that, the top of it was very tight, and I could tell she was braless by her nipples poking through the material. Put all that with pigtails, black platform sandals, and the fact that she was soaking wet from the rainstorm, and she was a veritable goddess to me.

She must have noticed me staring, because she began to apologize. “I’m sorry, I had- ha! – a date this evening. He wasn’t quite what I was looking for, so I left. I don’t drive, so I was walking home when this storm hit. Can I use your phone to call a cab? If it’s not too much trouble?”

I smiled. “You can try, but all the cabstands closed at midnight tonight. Since it’s not a weekend.”

She looked at me with her huge blue eyes. “Dammit! Well,” she continued, “could I wait out the storm here? Would that be ok?”

“You sure could.”

“I won’t get you in trouble, will I?”

Depends on what kind of trouble you’re thinking of, my dear. “No. I’m on for another half hour, and then I go home. They don’t much care what I do, as long as I keep the place clean and manned all night. But you must be freezing. Here,” I said, handing her my hoodie, “that should van escort warm you up. Coffee?”

“Please.” When she slipped the sweatshirt over her long red hair and stuck her arms through, I saw that the hoodie was so large that it covered up her dress entirely. She was so damned adorable to me right then.

We sipped coffee and talked for a while. She was 21, and moved to Pennsylvania from Texas a few months ago. She didn’t speak of any family or friends, really. I also found out that she was a photographer by trade, and enjoyed her job. She was personable, and I was really enjoying our chat. Soon, 3:30 a.m. rolled around, time for me to get rolling. But it was still pouring. Impulsively, I said, “Look, I have to go, my replacement will be here soon. Why don’t you let me give you a lift home? It’s still raining pretty hard out there.”

She considered just long enough for me to think she would run off into the night, before saying, “That would be nice, I think.”

I honestly had not thought she would accept. “Great!” I managed to croak out.

We drove to her home in relative silence; her curled up on the seat in my sweatshirt, looking out the window. When I glanced over a second time, I could see the hoodie had rucked up slightly, allowing me a fleeting glimpse of her cloth covered crotch.

I walked her to her door. Hesitantly, almost child-like, she asked, “Would you like to come up? At least I could repay you with some more coffee.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Not a bit.” She said, touching my hand. Electricity whipped through me at her soft touch.

In her kitchen, I leaned against the counter while I watched her start the coffee. “So, you never told me why your date didn’t work out.”

She paused for a moment. “Oh, he was just stupid and boorish. I can’t stand men like that. He was with me, but kept staring at every other woman in the restaurant. I got pissed and left.” Her eyes darkened with sadness.

“I don’t blame you. For what it’s worth, if you had been with me, I would have had eyes only for you.” I felt myself blush and mentally lashed myself for making a move on such a girl. She wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I stared down at my shoes as I waited for her to say something.

Soon I felt a cool hand on my face. “Thank you.” She whispered. I looked into her bright blue eyes, so large and innocent, and impulsively kissed her. She seemed shocked at first, but soon warmed up to me and returned the kiss with as much spirit as I did, her arms around my neck. As we kissed, I ran my hands down her waist to her hips, and boldly reached back to fondle her firm ass. To my delight, she moaned and ground her pelvis against me.

I pulled off the sweatshirt she was wearing, so she was down to her damp dress again. As I squeezed her ass and rubbed my hands up and down her back, yalova escort she stroked my jeans-clad hips and legs. She was so much smaller than me, only five feet tall to my six and five inches, that I felt like I was holding a tiny bundle of sexual energy. I could feel my cock harden with each caress she made to my body with her tiny hands. Delicate, feather light kisses covered my face and neck as she rubbed my body with hers. I reached down and thumbed her erect nipples through her dress, and she moaned in delight and anticipation. She led me, kiss by kiss, to her bedroom.

I sat her down on the bed, tugging up her tight, wet little dress. She cooperated by raising her arms, and soon, I was face to face with those full, marvelous breasts. I guessed her to be about a 36B, with dark nipples the size of half-dollars. As I caressed their beauty, she deftly undid my jeans and tugged them down with my boxers. When my erect cock sprang from it’s prison, she gave a soft sigh. I’m about eight and a half inches long, and pretty thick, as well. Slowly, she teased the sensitive head with little licks, and then enveloped the head in her warm, wet little mouth. My hands went to her hair, and pulled out the elastic bands holding her pigtails, and her gorgeous red hair cascaded down her shoulders as she sucked my cock. As she began to caress my balls, I could feel my orgasm growing inside me. “Baby, keep that up and you’re going to make me cum.” I warned her.

She glanced up, rubbing me with her hand. “I hope so. I love the taste of cum.”

This nearly sent me over the edge in itself! I groaned as she began to suck me in earnest, milking my throbbing member, begging for my cum in her mouth. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and moaned as I shot my load into her throat. She eagerly sucked and licked, not wanting to miss a single drop. I slipped my softening cock out of her mouth, and smiled down at her. I sat down next to her and kissed her lightly. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you.” She whispered, all big blue eyes and wild hair. In the aftermath, she seemed to be regaining her modesty. I couldn’t have that.

“Lie back.” I told her. She smiled and lay back on her bed, looking at me mischievously. Slowly, starting from her neck, I kissed down her body. When I reached her beautiful tits, I licked and sucked each one in turn, eliciting deep and sexy groans from her. I could feel my member hardening again as I kissed her belly, and licked around her navel. I saw she was still wearing her thong. It was dark blue, with little yellow ducks across the front. I found this to be unbelievably adorable and erotic, and I removed it with my teeth. Working my way back up, I saw her pink, shaven pussy was already dripping with her love juices, and that got me completely erect.

I drove her wild, kissing along the insides of her thighs, teasing çorlu escort her pussy as she had teased my cock with her tongue. When I finally flicked out my own tongue and licked her clit, she gave a little yelp. I grinned to myself as I went to work, sucking her clit and fingering her moist little hole. She tasted like honey and sugar, but creamy, and I loved every second of it. Soon, she was screaming out her orgasm and bucking her hips, smearing her juices all over my face.

She pulled me up to her, and licked her own cum off of my face, moaning all the while. I could tell it had been awhile for this little pixie. I looked at her quietly, and she looked right back, seriously. “Will you take me?”

I didn’t need a second invitation as I plunged my cock into her willing pussy. I pumped her mercilessly, delighting in her screams of ecstasy as she came on my cock. Her pussy was so damn tight and wet; I would need to keep a tight reign on my control so I wouldn’t cum to quick. It was like sliding in and out of a perfect velvet glove, made just for me. I loved the feel of her tits mashed against my chest, and I loved how her face looked when she came on me.

Suddenly, she rolled over on top of me and impaled herself on me. Soon, she was bouncing up and down, hair flying, tits jiggling, as she fucked herself into orgasm after orgasm, screaming all the while. I loved the feel of her tight little pussy sliding up and down my cock, grabbing it as she came. She was very…vocal. I needed to be back in control of this, so I slid her off, and asked her to get on her hands and knees.

“Ooooh…my favorite…” she moaned as she complied and stuck that incredible ass in the air. “Please fuck me, please. I need that nice big cock deep inside me again.” Oh god, now the dirty talk, I thought as I rammed her good and hard with my stiff rod. She continued spewing forth filth from that innocent looking mouth as I pounded her behind. “Oh god yes, fuck me good, yes god I’m going to cum please don’t stop, you’re so fucking big it feels so good…” She was cut off as I hit the bottom of her pussy and she screamed and came all over my cock, squirting me with her cum and moaning. Dear God, she was amazing. I had already cum once tonight, and she had me on the verge of cumming again. I warned her. “Where do you want to shoot it?” She asked seductively.

“All…over…your tits…and face…” I panted as I rammed her pussy good.

“Mmmmm…” was her only reply. As I felt my orgasm build for the second time, I withdrew and she knelt before me as she stroked my cock and fondled my balls. Soon, I unloaded with a groan all over her tits and her lovely face. As I staggered back, she wiped up my cum with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. I moaned again and fell back on the bed, worn out. She laid down in the crook of my arm, and I brushed her hair with my fingers.

“I’m glad you gave me a ride home.” She said.

“I’m glad you came into my work.” I replied.

“Would you like to stay over?”

“Sure.” I said, and smiled and hugged her.

We drifted off in each others arms as the first light of dawn streaked the eastern sky.

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The dismissal bell echos throughout the school and release two-thousand teenagers into the wild. I drag myself out of my desk, slip into my coat and bookbag, and begin to shuffle towards the bus parking lot. The buses won’t leave for another ten minutes and even if I miss mine I live literally a mile away from school so I can walk. If I have to. I step out of the science building and, catching sight of my bus in its assigned spot, suddenly remember that I have a very good reason to get to it as quickly as possible. Grant! Hard to believe, but seven hours of AP classes actually succeeded in shoving the events of this morning to the far corner of my mind. Now they all rapidly come flooding back, crashing through me like getting a bucket of ice water dumped on my head. I pick up the pace and hurry to the bus, my sneakers slapping against the cement sidewalk. I immediately slam to a halt to avoid crashing into the line of kids boarding the big ugly taxi. Impatiently, I tap my foot on the asphalt. I try not to fidget as I wait. Finally it’s my turn to climb the steps.

There are several empty seats this time, including the one from this morning. I make a beeline for it. My ass has barely a second’s worth of contact with the seat when a pair of brown eyes suddenly appears before me.

“Are you dating Grant?” Crystal asks, leaning around the back of the seat in front of mine. She looks extremely annoyed and her voice is dripping with jealousy. She tosses her long dark ponytail and purses her lips. “Well?”

“Um, no?” I say, uncertain of the answer myself.

“I saw you making out with him this morning,” she declares loudly.

“So?” I counter in a hushed voice. I was hoping no one had seen. If she was the only one who did, I didn’t want the whole bus knowing. “That doesn’t mean anything.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Unless you like him.”

Crystal swiftly stands up and scowls at me. “Why on Earth would you think I like Grant?”

“Because you’re always drooling over him when you think nobody’s watching,” Denny says as he swings into the seat behind me. “Grant’s noticed a few times, too.” Crystal flops into her seat and scoffs. He gives me the usual chin-flick greeting, with a teasing grin.

“Saw you and Grant getting pretty…cozy this morning,” he tells me, wiggling his eyebrows.

I blush and hang my head, covering my face with my hands. “Was everybody watching?” I ask through my fingers.

“Everybody who could see without having to get up,” Denny confirms.

Crystal suddenly whips around, her dark eyes flashing. “Are. You. Dating. Grant. Or. Not?”

I look up at her and shake my head. “No,” I say after a moment’s hesitation. “At least I don’t think so. We haven’t talked yet. I haven’t seen him since we got off the bus this morning.”

She sets her jaw and crosses her arms. I can tell she is about to say something when suddenly the bus roars to life and the driver shuts the doors. I hastily look towards the window and see an empty parking lot. Grant isn’t on the bus and it doesn’t look like he’s coming. Crystal gives me a smug grin then spins on her heel and drops into her seat.

Slumping back against the window, I cross my arms and stew. I can’t believe he didn’t get on the bus! It wasn’t anything unusual for Grant to skip class or leave school early, but I would’ve trabzon escort thought that, after this morning, he would have at least come back to ride the bus with me. Denny attempts to make casual conversation on the ride, but I’m so furious I can’t see straight. I storm off the bus and would’ve slammed the door behind me if that was an option. The chilly afternoon air is still as I stomp down the sidewalk to my house. I finally get the chance to slam a door when I step in through the navy-painted front door after grabbing the mail. The framed picture hanging just inside the doorway rattles against the wall. I kick off my sneakers and throw them into the shoe basket that my mom has stationed in the foyer, taking care to hang up my coat on one of the wall’s many hooks.

Too annoyed to start my homework, I throw my backpack at the dining room table as I sweep past it and into the kitchen. I hear it crash to the hardwood floor as I reach for the glass candy dish that Mom keeps on top of the fridge. Some situations require chocolate. I pause to read the sticky note that’s attached to the stainless steel refrigerator.

“I’m working late tonight since Dad’s still out of town. Call me if you want delivery. Love you!”

I stand on tip-top to retrieve the candy dish. Yanking off the lid, I dig through the brightly wrapped sweets but come up sans chocolate. Dammit! Someone needs to refill the candy dish, I think with a defeated grimace. As much as I may want to chuck the pretty glass traitor into the next room, the little dish came from Tiffany’s and I’m not interested in getting a job to pay for a replacement. Setting the dish back up in its spot, I head out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. I pause when I see a shadow darkening the frosted windows flanking the front door.

The doorbell rings and I debate whether or not to just ignore whoever it is. Maybe it’s Girl Scout cookie season. But what I find leaning against the door frame is even better than Samoas and Thin Mints: Grant.

“Hey, kitten,” he says with a slow smile. “Sup?”

I blink in stunned disbelief. Did he just ‘sup’ me after this morning? Really?! I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell but he reaches for me through the still open door.

“Can I…come inside?” he asks with a smirk, wrapping his long fingers around my hand.

I laugh. “Maybe,” I say, pulling him through the door and closing it.

Not wasting any time, Grant hauls me into his arms and presses his lips against mine. It happens so quickly that I lose my balance. I stagger a step backwards into the door. We kiss hungrily as he leans into me, sliding one hand up into my hair and the other down to my waist.

“Sorry I didn’t…take the bus…this afternoon,” he says between kisses.

“It’s okay,” I say, slipping my hands between us to unzip his jacket.

He briefly releases me to shake out of the supple leather. His arms are back around me before it hits the ground. Grant lifts my left leg and presses his pelvis forward. I can feel him stiffen under his jeans. Our breathing is ragged and both of us have begun moaning. He turns his head and kisses behind my ear, teasing the soft skin with his teeth.

“Should we go to your room, or do you want me to fuck you against this door?” he whispers into my ear.

That tunceli escort stops me dead in my tracks. I freeze mid-motion, my eyes wide. Pulling back, Grant looks at me, concern in his ice green eyes. He reaches up and lightly thumps the tip of my nose.

“Relax,” he says softly. “I didn’t come over to talk you into doing anything you don’t one-hundred percent want to do.”

I feel my breath rush out of me in a sigh.

“Okay.” I hesitate then quickly make up my mind. “Want to go hang out in the living room?”

Grant steps away from me and holds out a hand. “Lead the way.”

Hand in hand, we quickly head down the hallway towards the living room. Grant follows me across the darkened room and sits beside me on the faded blue futon. I look down at my hands in my lap and a tense silence falls around us. I’m very nervous, and Grant knows it. He gently places a hand on my shoulder and turns my head to face him with the other.

“We don’t have to have sex,” he tells me. “I can go if you want.”

I shake my head. “No.” I reach over and put my hand on his thigh. “I want you to stay.”

Leaning forward, I take his face in both hands and we pull each other into a kiss. The barbell in his tongue makes contact with my teeth, drawing a gasp from my lips. He draws back.

“I can take it out if you want.”

I pull him back into a kiss.

“Or not,” he murmurs as I tilt my head to one side and kiss down his neck. He smells so good and his skin is so soft. Our kiss deepens and our movements quicken. Grant’s hands wander over my body, but I notice that he is matching my movements, letting me lead. I suddenly decide to take things further. Rising to my feet, I pull my sweater over my head and toss it aside. He stops me as I begin to remove my leggings.

“Do you really want to go all the way?” he asks cautiously.

My shoulders drop and I chew my lip in indecision. “Not really,” I finally admit with a sigh.

Grant takes my hips in his hands and draws me down onto his lap. My legs straddle his waist as I face him.

“Well how bout I show you some of what you’re missing?” he says, holding my waist lightly. “Then later, not today, you can decide if you want to…try everything.”

I frown. “How can you do that?”

He pecks my cheek and his hand drift up my back to the clasp of my bra.

“Like this.”

With one flick of his fingers, he unhooks the bra. Grant kisses up and down my neck and along my collarbone as I take out one arm at a time, holding the front of the bra in place until my arms are free. Finally I pull it away from my body, allowing my breasts to spill out. He grins at me.

“Perfect 36Ds,” he says, reaching up to cup my heavy breasts.

My eyes widen. “How could you possibly know that?”

His grin widens but the only answer I get is a shrug. Pulling me close, Grant kisses a line from my jaw down to my collarbone then down in between my breasts as he begins to rub the pads of his thumbs in circles over my nipples. I let my head fall back and I moan softly as he covers one breast in feather light kisses, then the other. He flicks his tongue across one nipple and lightly pinches the other. I gasp sharply. Locking eyes with me, Grant lifts one breast and slowly draws the nipple between his uşak escort lips. I hear a shaking moan escape my mouth.

Grant sucks on the nipple and begins to pinch the other harder. His tongue ring grates against my nipple as he twists the other. I feel him growing incredibly hard underneath me again, only this time my soaking wet pussy has a much better chance of grinding against his thick cock. I begin to rock my hips back and forth and he moans into my breasts. He switches sides and sucks the other nipple into his mouth as I run my fingers through his black hair.

Holding his hands on my lower back, Grant turns to the side and leans forward, laying me down on the futon on my back. He carefully lowers his body over mine, settling his pelvis between my legs. He is rock hard against my dripping slit. I want so badly to feel him inside me, but I don’t want to let myself make that kind of decision in the heat of the moment. My heart is beating furiously against my ribs as I let him guide my body.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I look up into his piercing green eyes. Grant smiles down at me and slowly begins to rock his hips back and forth. Clearly he’s done this before because he seems to know exactly what he’s doing. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against my throbbing pussy as he mimics thrusting and withdrawing. My breaths turn into panting that turns into moaning. He slips a hand between us and unbuttons his jeans. I shove them down past his hips. His cock strains against his boxers. He slowly thrusts down and the tip enters my pussy just a bit. He pulls back.

“Sorry,” he says quickly, his voice thick.

He fumbles to pull up his jeans. I stop him with one hand on the waistband and pull him back down into a kiss with the other. The speed of his thrusts increases as he kisses me furiously. When his cock threatens to enter me again, he reaches down to adjust it. Now the steel shaft grinds against my slick lower lips. The tiny vibrations of fabrics sliding past each other over the entrance to my canal combined with the press and drag of his thick cock against my clit is maddening. My moans grow louder as I let my head fall back against the futon mattress. Moans become ragged cries as Grant rocks hard and fast against my pussy.

A powerful sensation is building deep within me, burning like fire through my nerves. My hips move on their own, meeting his every thrust. My leg curls around his waist and his lips press into my neck. As our bodies move faster, the heat inside me burns white hot then suddenly explodes. I reach my climax with a wavering cry. My body involuntarily twitches each time his cock makes contact with my clit. His breathing Grant’s open-mouth groans become gritted-teeth grunts as he thrusts hard one last time with a loud moan of ecstasy. Breathing heavily, Grant kisses my cheek then relaxes against me, laying his head on my shoulder. He pushes up and stands, looking down at the front of boxers with a grin. I swing my feet to the floor and follow his gaze. The front of his boxers is soaked with cum and juice. He pulls up his jeans and I reach for my bra. Grant hands me my sweater and I pull it over my head as we walk back towards the foyer. He scoops his jacket up off the hardwood floor and pecks my cheek as I open the door.

“See you on the bus in the morning,” he says with a wink.

I pull him into one last kiss then linger by the door as he walks down the gravel path towards the sidewalk. I watch him saunter down the road for only a moment because the back door opens and closes in the kitchen.

“Hi Steph!” my mom’s voice rings out.

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My boyfriend and I had just gotten back from a night out. I was 18, and he was 25: we went to clubs often, though sometimes we preferred to go out with friends. We went to his house after a party, and I thought it would be a regular night: drink a beer, hang out for a while, go to bed.

I knew when he closed the front door and slammed me against the wall to kiss me hard, that this night would be anything but regular.

He held my hands above my head and kissed me on the lips. I squirmed a little, testing him. He grasped my wrists with more force and leaned back to look at me. With his other hand, he grabbed the front of my black tank top and pulled it off over my head. My round breasts came into view, the hard nipples pushing through the flimsy black lace of my bra.

I don’t know where the handcuffs came from, urfa escort but all of a sudden I heard them click closed around my small wrists, behind my back. I was helpless. He took his hands off my body and held onto my short plaid skirt, pulling it past my round ass and strong legs, and down to my feet. His eyes surveyed my body. I was now wearing that black bra, a lacy black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and boots…my young pussy was shaved and totally visible. He chuckled when he saw how wet I was becoming. He kissed me again, and I moaned.

He led me over to his bed and pushed me roughly onto it. I landed face down, my arms still cuffed behind me and my legs spread. He knelt on the bed and touched my neck, my back…down to my ass..trailed his fingers down my legs to my ankles, which he grasped and pulled together. I felt something tight around my ankles, and looked over my shoulder to see him tying them together with soft rope. I wondered, half afraid and very excited, what he was going sivas escort to do to me.

I felt myself lifted up by his strong hands. He carried me close to his chest as he sat in a chair and bent me over his lap. He unlocked my hands for a second, only to re-cuff them in the front. My hands dangled toward the ground in front of me, my bound legs dangled behind me. I felt his hand rubbing my small, well-shaped ass, exposed before him. He suddenly slapped it, and I let out a surprised yelp. He was spanking me! Another spank followed, and another. My ass was getting warm, and his hand caressed the sensitive area between blows. I was dripping wet, and I tried to rub my aching clit on his lap. He spanked me again. I felt his fingers trailing down the crack of my ass to my tight, wet young pussy. I squirmed in anticipation, and suddenly his fingers plunged deep inside me. I stifled a scream.

“You dirty girl,” he said. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” I nodded and pushed my ass up toward tekirdağ escort him. He shoved another finger inside me, and pumped them in and out, fast. His fingers were so big, and I thought my tight pussy couldn’t take any more. I was wrong.

He picked me up again, and put me face up on the bed. He untied my ankles, and I spread my legs as far as they would go, exposing my completely shaved, glistening pussy to him, hoping he would fuck me. He looked in satisfaction at the writhing young girl below him, and then knelt down between my waiting legs. I felt him start to lick my pussy, and his tongue felt like fire on my hot clit. He licked and bit me until I was about to come, and then turned me over onto my stomach, my legs kneeling on the floor, my ass ready and waiting for him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” he asked.

“Please!” I gasped as he touched my clit. He rammed his cock into my tight hole, and it felt so big to my teen pussy, I thought I was going to explode. He fucked me hard with that huge cock, and I moaned as he continued to finger my clit. My pussy muscles clenched tight around his cock as I started to come, and I couldn’t avoid letting out a scream. The tightness of my wet pussy pushed him over the edge, and he shot thick strands of cum into my hole as he came.

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The thing I remember most about the first day I met Tara, other than the lovely lady herself, was the accident. I was stopped for a red light, sitting in my Blazer and listening to the radio. My windshield wipers thumped back and forth intermittently in response to the rain we’d been having off and on all day. I heard a loud crash, and before I even knew where it came from, there was a bone jarring impact. My seatbelt cinched tight across my chest for a few seconds, and I realized I’d been pushed several feet further into the intersection.

I’d been rear-ended. I looked through my rear view mirror, and I could see a mid-size car wedged up against my SUV. My first thought was that I probably hadn’t been hit hard enough for anyone in the car to have been badly hurt either. My second thought was oh, this is just fucking great, just what I needed. Now I’d have to deal with repairs and probably have to pay an insurance deductible. Not to mention the Blazer had only been paid off for a couple of months and had been in excellent condition.

I was momentarily really pissed, and I opened my door and got out prepared to tell the driver of the car all about it. My anger evaporated when I saw that the car had also been hit from behind by a small pick up truck. And then I saw her. She stepped out of the car that had hit me and shakily smiled at me, asking if I was okay.

My first thought when I saw Tara was that she was perfect. She had captivating big brown eyes, and luxurious long dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was petite and slender, yet she still had plenty of feminine curves, her breasts especially full and round for a woman of her size. Her skin was fair, more like porcelain than you’d expect considering her dark hair and eyes. She had sensuous full lips, and wasn’t wearing much makeup, nor did she need to. She looked to be about 30, and was comfortably dressed in a pair of black jeans and a thin red and black sweater. And most importantly, there was no diamond glittering from the third finger of her left hand.

I told her that I was fine, and when I asked, she told me she was okay too. As I got closer to her, I realized that I practically towered over her. I was just short of 6’4″ tall, and it looked like I was a good foot taller than she was. When she looked up at me and smiled, still obviously shaken, my first impulse was to put my arms around her and hold her protectively. My next thought was that I’d bet she was a knockout naked too. I guess you’d call it lust at first sight.

About that time the driver of the pick-up truck came up to us, apologizing profusely. He probably wasn’t any older than 20, and he appeared to be really upset about the whole thing. He said that his shoes were wet and his foot had slipped off the brake as his truck was approaching the light. Apparently the truck was his work vehicle, and being new on the job, he was afraid he was going to be in trouble.

I felt kind of sorry for the kid, and so did the pretty lady with the lovely brown eyes. She bravely smiled and told him, “It’s going to be okay. It was just an accident, and we’ll get everything taken care of.” I noticed that her hands were trembling slightly. She was trying to get him to relax even before she’d been able to calm down herself. I liked that.

When we surveyed the damage, it looked like my Blazer and the kid’s pick-up were both driveable. The car, however, had been sandwiched pretty good and looked like it might possibly have some frame damage. We all agreed that the damage was bad enough that we’d have to call the police to take a report, and that the car would have to be towed.

I called the police on my cell phone and shortly thereafter they arrived. All through the usual taking of statements and such, I found I couldn’t take my eyes off Tara. She was just so gorgeous. I was glad she couldn’t read my mind or else she’d probably be shocked at the uncontrolled erotic images that were freely running through my head. I have an active imagination anyway but looking at her had kicked it into high gear.

I felt sorry for her when the wrecker came and towed her car away. She seemed sad to see it go. The kid in the truck left next, still apologizing for all the trouble. The cop asked Tara if she needed a ride home. I know I probably sounded a little eager when I offered to take her. I was thrilled when she smiled, a little less shaky now, and said, “Thanks, I would really appreciate that. It’s only a couple of miles from here. It will give me the chance to apologize for the nice new dent I gave you”.

**********

The day I met Jeff was the same day of the only car accident I’d ever had in my life. I guess you’d have to say that the accident was the lowest point of that day and that Jeff was the highest.

It was the first day of the first vacation I’d had all year. I was enjoying the fact that it was early on a Monday afternoon and instead of working I was going shopping. At least that’s where I was going before the accident happened. I was stopped at a red rize escort light, just reaching down to skip to the next song on my CD, when my car was slammed into from behind. A fraction of a second later my car hit the big SUV in front of me. I had my seat belt on but I still got jerked around pretty good.

I took a mental inventory of my body and determined that I was basically okay, then I got out of my car, wanting to see if everybody else was unhurt. A big guy got out of the Blazer that I’d hit, looking a little bit mad. When I asked him if he was okay, his face softened and he smiled at me. When he came up to me I had to look up at him, and the closer he got, the better looking he got.

Other than being really tall, the next thing I noticed about Jeff was his handsome face, with alert baby blue eyes and a friendly, disarming smile. He had nice sandy blonde hair and an attractive medium build. His arms were muscular he had large, strong-looking hands. I’ve always had a thing for strong, masculine hands. He was nicely dressed in a pair of tan Dockers and a long sleeved blue polo shirt.

We talked to the young guy in the pickup truck that hit me, and ended up calling the police and had my poor car towed away. I was a little upset, hating to see the best car I’d ever had dragged away like that. I was disturbed to notice that my hands were still trembling.

It would have been a lot worse without Jeff there. He was really nice about the whole thing and kept trying to say comforting things. Plus I really liked the way he kept looking at me the whole time. It was like he was sympathetic and trying to be kind, but that he just couldn’t seem to pry his eyes off my tits. I laughed to myself when I thought he was just making sure they hadn’t been injured in the accident. I thought he was sweet and kind of charming, not to mention just plain good looking.

After the policeman had taken my statement and insurance information, I realized I didn’t have a ride home. I had no family in town, and even though there were several friends I could call, all of them would be at work this time of day. When Jeff piped up and offered me a ride home, I was quick to accept. I didn’t particularly want be dropped off at my house in a police car, but even more I’ll have to admit that I was intrigued by him.

He opened the passenger door of his Blazer for me, and his fingertips momentarily grazed the small of my back as he helped me inside. It was kind of funny how that one little bit of contact affected me. It was a simple gentlemanly gesture, but the sensation it caused was disproportionately pleasant. I found myself smiling happily at him like this was a date or something, not just a ride home from an interesting stranger.

It took about 15 minutes to get to my house, but I wished it had lasted longer. It hadn’t taken me long to make up my mind about Jeff. I liked him. Liked him a lot. He struck me as being good natured and funny, easy to talk to. He had a deep, throaty voice that I liked hearing. But more than anything I liked looking at him, and I loved the way he looked back at me.

I’d done quite a bit of dating since my divorce three years earlier, but I couldn’t recall ever being this immediately attracted to someone, even my ex-husband. When we pulled into the driveway of my house, I realized I didn’t want to just let him drop me off and disappear. My heart was pounding when I asked him if he would like to come in for a drink. I made the excuse that I wanted a drink to calm my frazzled nerves caused by the accident. Actually I was already feeling just fine, and it was because of him. The truth was that I wanted to keep him with me a little longer.

I was so glad when he enthusiastically accepted. I grinned when he offered his hand to me as I got out of the Blazer. I took it, thanking him and enjoying the momentary warmth of his fingers touching mine. I had a fleeting thought about how out of character it was for me to invite a strange man into my house, but it was gone as soon as it came.

As we were stepping up on my front porch, Jeff tripped on the step and knocked me forward. I was amused, wondering if he was nervous or just a klutz. I saw his face go red and thought he looked absolutely adorable.

Inside, I told Jeff to make himself comfortable in the living room. I said that I was going to have a glass of wine and he agreed that was a fine idea. I went into the kitchen to pour our drinks and he asked if he could use the phone in the living room. I heard him call his office and tell them about the accident. I was more than a little happy when he said that he wouldn’t be back in that day. I hoped that meant he wouldn’t be in any hurry to leave.

I carried the two glasses of Chardonnay back into the living room, and handed Jeff his and sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from him. We sipped our wine and got better acquainted. I told him about my job as a graphic artist, and he told me about his work in advertising. We made pleasant small talk sakarya escort for awhile when the conversation started turning towards more personal matters. He seemed as pleased as I was when we discovered that we were both divorced and weren’t involved in any serious relationships.

Two glasses of wine and forty five minutes later, we were still sitting on the couch and talking comfortably. I was very relaxed, partially because of the wine, but part of it was from Jeff’s easygoing manner. He seemed perfectly content to sit there and talk to me, as if he thought I still needed to have my nerves soothed. I felt almost hypnotized looking into his bright blue eyes and watching his lips move as he spoke. I found myself wanting to touch him to see if I’d still be so relaxed then.

Since my divorce, with a couple of notable exceptions, I’d mainly taken things fairly slow with the men I met. I’d only met Jeff a couple hours earlier (and under most unusual circumstances!) but for some reason I had this strong feeling that I should just throw caution to the wind, somehow keep him there and just see what happened.

Before I lost my nerve and that feeling passed, I gathered my courage and looked directly into his eyes. I didn’t know what I was going to say until I heard my own voice. “Um, I know this sounds a little strange under the circumstances, but would you like to stay for dinner? I’m enjoying your company.” I asked him. My heart was pounding in my ears and I actually held my breath waiting for him to answer.

**********

The ride to Tara’s house went way too quickly. When we got there I was sure she’d say thanks and get out and I’d never see her again. I was making plans to ask her out when she beat me to the punch. I know I was grinning like an idiot when she asked me in for a drink. I was thinking she had to be attracted to me too. At least I was fervently hoping she wasn’t just being nice.

I was daydreaming as we were heading up the path to her front porch, admiring the way her ass filled out her jeans. Somehow I managed to trip over my own two feet and bumped into Tara pretty hard. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. Instead of teasing me though, to her credit she merely smiled sweetly and we went inside.

I borrowed her phone to call my office and tell them I wouldn’t be back, making a point to speak loud enough so she’d hear me. It was my not-so-subtle way of telling her that I was now free of my obligations and was in no rush to leave. She poured a nice glass of wine for us, and we sat on her sofa and talked for quite awhile. We talked about work, and eventually I told her about my marriage, my divorce, and my subsequent bachelorhood. When she told me that she was also divorced and not currently involved, I started hoping against hope that she found me half as attractive as I found her.

Tara was not only beautiful, she was sweet and intelligent as well. I thought I’d be equally happy sitting there talking to her as I would be if she let me get her clothes off her. Well, almost as happy. I couldn’t help but to imagine her nude every time I looked at her. I think she would have been flattered if she saw how good she looked when I pictured her.

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost 5:30 already. I was afraid she was going to tell me about something else she had to do and I’d have to leave. Instead, she told me she was enjoying my company and asked if I’d like to stay for dinner. Her pretty face was a little flushed when she asked me and I swear she held her breath waiting for me to reply.

Without a second’s hesitation I answered, “I’d love to! I like your company too and I want to spend more time with you.” I couldn’t believe the way her face lit up. She was really happy that I’d said yes! I could feel my cock stirring in my pants when she looked me straight in the eye and said in a breathy voice, “Oh good! I was hoping you’d say that.” Suddenly I felt like maybe she’d been sitting there imagining what I looked like naked too.

I offered to help her with dinner and we moved into the kitchen. We refilled our wine glasses and talked some more while we stood side by side chopping vegetables for a salad. I almost cut a finger off when I got distracted watching her. My eyes were drawn to the way her breasts jiggled attractively as she worked. She caught me looking and smiled knowingly.

She heated leftover spaghetti sauce and cooked the pasta while I finished the salad. She asked if I’d mind eating outside on the deck since it was such a nice evening. I said sure, and I helped her set the table outside. She had a great backyard, with a huge deck that was surrounded by flowers of every possible color. Standing behind a privacy fence at the corner of the deck was a hot tub, and there was a built-in gas grill a few feet from the table.

She lit two large white candles that were sitting on the table. She made me sit, and she served me dinner while I enjoyed the view of her many well-tended samsun escort flower beds. She sat opposite me and we ate a leisurely dinner while talking and laughing and sipping wine. The food was good but being able to watch her eat it was the best part of the meal.

After we’d finished we sat quietly on the deck for a while watching the sky grow dark. The temperature got more chilly, and we cleared the table by candlelight. As we put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, Tara sighed and rubbed her neck, saying that she thought she was going to be a little sore from the car accident. When I suggested that we should soak in her hot tub, I’d like to be able to say that I only wanted her to feel better. Which I did, but the stronger thought was that in order to get in the hot tub she’d have to get mostly naked and that I’d get a much better look at her body. Maybe she’d even put on a sexy string bikini and I’d get to see it plastered to her wet, shapely body.

**********

I was able to breathe again when I heard him happily accept my offer to stay for dinner. He offered to help get things ready, and we started by cutting up veggies for a salad. We had been talking and joking when I caught him checking out my tits. There were times when I would have been bothered by such an overt stare, but this time I enjoyed it. Next thing I know I was smiling and hoping he was enjoying the view.

We ate our spaghetti and salad on the deck. Even though it was late fall, it was still pretty warm from the heat of the day. Jeff and I talked and ate, not moving until long after we were finished and it was almost full dark.

As we got up to clear the dishes from the table, I noticed that my muscles were starting to stiffen up from the accident. When we were done with the dishes and I mentioned it to Jeff, he suggested a soak in my hot tub. His suggestion seemed somehow both innocent and mischievous as the same time, and so did his smile.

I was hit with my own streak of mischief when I realized I didn’t have a bathing suit that Jeff could wear. Well, it may have been mischief, or it may have been that third (or was it fourth?) glass of wine talking when I solemnly told him that it was my custom to only get in the tub totally nude. Then I broke into a fit of the giggles when I pulled my sweater off over my head to punctuate my point.

The look on Jeff’s face was worthy of being called a Kodak moment. His bottom jaw dropped open, and his gaze fell to the exposed skin of my chest. His mouth worked like he was trying to say something, but no coherent words came out. I had stunned him, but no more than I’d stunned myself. I was standing before him with my tits covered with nothing but my sheer white bra, but I wasn’t the least bit self-conscious. I loved the fact that I’d left him temporarily speechless.

I flashed him my sexiest grin, then I turned and went back outside onto the deck. He followed me outside and watched as I uncovered the hot tub, then moved the candles from the deck table to the small plastic table next to the tub.

**********

I wasn’t sure just what I had done right, but thirty seconds after I suggested a soak in her hot tub, she was standing in front of me minus her sweater. She was wearing a thin, almost see-through white bra. Her breasts really were quite large, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her bra. My mouth went dry at the lovely sight. I was also trying to say something that I’m sure would have been really charming, but I just couldn’t seem to make my tongue work right to speak.

Tara went outside and took the cover off the tub, then she put the two big candles where we could enjoy the light while we were in the tub. She turned to face me, her expression intense. Apparently the next move was mine.

She had been bold enough to take her sweater off first, so I thought I’d go one better. I peeled off my shirt, then undid my pants and let them fall down around my ankles. My excitement at her unexpected boldness was obvious as my cock bulged, straining at the seams of my briefs.

Tara smiled appreciatively, and her expressive brown eyes flashed with desire. Encouraged, I pulled off my briefs and my socks, and stood before her totally naked. She looked me up and down, appraising, her gaze lingering over my erection jutting out in front of me.

Her eyes never left mine as she undid her jeans, worked them down over her hips and legs, and stepped out of them. She pushed her socks off with her toes. She was wearing sheer white panties that matched her bra. I could see the enticing shadow of her dark bush, a perfect “V” where her legs met.

She turned slowly away from me and whispered over her shoulder, “Unhook me?” I went to her and carefully undid the delicate little hooks on her bra. She pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it on the deck, then turned back to face me again. “Oh my god,” I thought, “those are the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.”

They were even bigger than I’d thought, at least a D-cup, and maybe even a DD. Her oval shaped nipples were large and dark pink, and they were fully erect in the cool night air. Their skin was creamy white and smooth in the candlelight. They were oh-so-touchable. And suckable. I couldn’t help but imagine my face buried between them. Or my cock.

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We had reached a new understanding, a new arrangement. I felt like a lot of the loose ends had been tied up. The only real problem now was making sure the walls stayed strong. I couldn’t let myself begin to need him, and as much as possible I had to stop him from turning to me for intimacy (other than the sexual kind).

Part of that plan was Angelica. We had conspired together that week, and on the Saturday morning after Andrew and I “renegotiated” our arrangement, the plan went into effect. On Friday evening, I took the coffee grounds out of the kitchen and hid them in my room. I knew Andrew loved his Saturday mornings- coffee and a movie. I even joined him on occasion, if the movie was right.

When we got downstairs for breakfast, I opened the cupboard and said, “O shit, I forgot that we ran out of coffee the other day. Is tea OK?” I knew it wasn’t.

Andrew was already slipping on his shoes. “I’ll be back soon,” he said.

“Oh, are you going to the store? I can give you a list of a few things…”

“No, just the coffee shop. Want anything?”

He was out the door. I knew he wouldn’t go to the store- that would put several more steps between him and coffee. Once he was in his car, I texted Angelica.

The package is on its way.

A minute later I received, Oooh, ‘the package.’ I hope I get to open it!

It was a little cruel, I had to admit. Andrew and I hadn’t had sex since our renegotiation, this was the second day after. He was home until 6, and I didn’t need to leave until 11:30. I could assume he was planning to have sex this morning, maybe on the couch during the movie. But if my plan worked…if Angelica came through for me…he’d be home confused and too scared to go near me.

I munched a banana and waited.

Twenty minutes later, he was back. Drinking his coffee, he went straight to the couch and started his movie. I think he forgot my muffin- that was a good sign. The movie didn’t interest me, so I went to my room, folded some laundry, and shuffled around the house doing this and that for an hour. I got dressed for work and said to Andrew as the movie ended, “I might head in to work early, see if anyone wants me to take an hour for them.”

Quiet. Andrew turned his head and looked at me as he stood.

“OK. I’ll, uh…see you tomorrow, I guess.”

“Bye!” And I was out the door. I had no intentions of going to work early. I drove straight to the coffee shop and honked my horn. Angelica came running out and hopped in the car.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.

“Sooo…”

“It worked!” she squealed, clapping her hands together.

“Tell me,” I smiled, pulling onto the main road.

“Well, The Package showed up, and I made sure I was on the register. Nobody was behind him, thank God. He made his order, and…oh…this is for you I think,” she handed me a bag. My muffin, nice.

“Anyway, I said just what you told me to: So, I saw your wife in here the other day. And he practically jumps out of his skin. I kept going: You know, that girl that comes in here with you. I thought she was your wife, and I pointed to his ring. He looks at the ring and says, Oh, no…my wife isn’t…around anymore. And then it’s like he can’t think of what to say, so I go on, Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, how long? And he just looked at me like I’m speaking Japanese. So no luck there. But I did ask him, So is she your girlfriend then? And he starts shifting and looking around all nervous. It was so cute, I could’ve just jumped his bones right there!”

“And what did he say?” I prompted.

“Oh, right! He said, No, she’s just a friend, she rents a room in my house. And then I pushed, just like you told me to. Wait a minute, you’ve got a girl like that living with you and you aren’t dating her? So no wife, no girlfriend…honey, I’m afraid I can’t let that happen. I’m not giving you this coffee until you agree to take me out. He knew I really couldn’t do that, and another customer was just walking in, so I couldn’t keep teasing. He looked all uncomfortable, and I said, I’m just teasing, but seriously, you have to take me out. I wrote my number on his cup and made sure he saw it. He stared at me and then walked out without saying a word, even forgot your muffin!

I couldn’t wait to get home that night and see if he had kept the cup. Turns out I didn’t need to wait. A few minutes before I got Angelica to her apartment, she got a text. It was from Andrew. Angelica squealed so loud my ears hurt.

Thanks for the coffee this morning. Sorry I was too stunned to respond. My life is pretty messy right now, but if you don’t mind just some simple conversation, how about Tuesday, early dinner?

It worked.

*******

I was a few hours into my afternoon shift, where I had been casually asking around to make sure Tristan wasn’t just asking out every girl in the restaurant. I couldn’t find anyone else mersin escort that he had talked to about a date, so when he showed up for evening shift, I was ready to talk. I had never replied to his message.

He walked up behind me before I knew he was there. “So did I already get burned, or what?”

“What? Didn’t you get my response?” Lie. Implicit lie, but still a lie.

“No, I thought you just ignored me.” He was visibly relieved.

“Oh, well I said I’d be happy to offer some lessons on firecrackers- but they might be costly.” I actually didn’t like this level of flirting. It seemed like too much show and no real substance. But it’s what people do, so I had to play the game.

“Well, as long as you’re a qualified teacher, sign me up.”

“How about…” I looked up at the work schedule, “Tuesday, after our afternoon shift?”

“That’s good for me,” he smiled.

*******

I loved and hated Saturday nights at the restaurant. Big crowds usually meant more tips, but it also meant noise and complaining and achy feet and headaches. I got home ready to crash at a little after 10. I looked at Andrew’s schedule and saw he was off all day Sunday- he would be free until Monday morning. I knew I was obligated to sleep with him at some point that day, but I made some plans for the morning. I went to my drawer and pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper and looked up an address.

*******

I was gone before Andrew woke. I left a note telling him I planned to be back by lunch time and that I wouldn’t be gone after that. I drove 15 minutes in the chilly, wet November morning. Passing through large metal gates, I realized the flaw in my plan. Cemeteries are big. How was I going to find Noel’s grave in all this? I got out of the car and started walking around, reading names.

I pulled my coat tight and flipped the hood onto my head. It was just a heavy mist that sometimes became a drizzle, but in this cold weather, that was enough to be uncomfortable. In my wandering, I ran across a sign that said “Little Angels” and pointed to a section about 100 yards away. I headed over there and saw that it was graves for children- some of them died when they were just a few days old, some as old as 9 or 10. I realized that, unlike the other graves, many of which were elderly people who had lived full lives, each of these represented some sad story. What a heartbreaking place!

I saw a grave with fresh flowers and moved towards it. Sure enough, it was for Beatrice Noel. Aside from her name and dates of birth and death, there was a simple inscription, “Long may your star shine bright,” and a picture of a star like you see on Christmas decorations. Of course- she was born around Christmas, so they called her “Noel.”

Nothing about Penny, and I briefly considered trying to find a corresponding grave in the same cemetery, but the wind convinced me otherwise.

Walking back to the car, I sat inside. Just being out of the elements warmed me considerably. It was mid-morning. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Andrew. I’m so sorry, but I have something I need to do this afternoon. I PROMISE I’ll be back by dinner. There are plenty of leftovers in the fridge.

I started my car and drove.

*******

Three hours later, I was standing in front of another grave. Ian’s. He wasn’t in any “Little Angels” section. I stood there, unsure of how to react. There were flowers there, too, but they were old, maybe a week or two. I talked to Ian for a while. I had so many questions for him- things I was sure he would have been able to answer and help me with. Ian would have been there for me. I cried, I yelled, I kicked someone else’s headstone and then looked around to make sure nobody had seen me do that.

I stood there and thought about a lot of things. I stood until my teeth chattered and my stomach complained. I promised to come back again. Andrew texted me, Is everything OK?

No Andrew, everything is not OK. You know that. I know that. And sometimes I feel like we’re the only ones who do know that, and yet we’re not even talking about it.

*******

I got fast food on the way back- another luxury I had denied myself for too long. I listened to familiar radio stations and was awash with memories of high school and partying on weekends and doing anything to be out of the quiet house. But eventually the static came in and I had to switch stations. I was almost back at Andrew’s house.

I got in the house and put my wet coat on a hook in the laundry room. Andrew must have been in his room. I pulled a few things from the fridge and started cooking. Hamburgers, homemade macaroni and cheese, and buttered green beans. It was a meal I remembered from my childhood, a meal that suited rainy days.

Andrew came down when he heard me clanking stuff around. He grabbed a soda from the fridge and asked if I needed help. I told him no- I wasn’t sure if he muğla escort was talking about dinner or other stuff. He sat on a chair in the living room, silent. He had a book in his hand, but I think he was waiting for me to talk. I wasn’t ready.

I went up to my room and changed into more comfortable clothes, then finished making dinner.

We ate in silence for a while. Then Andrew broke the ice, “So how did the job interview go last week?”

“No luck. But I don’t think I would have taken the job anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I know I can’t be too picky, but this one probably wouldn’t have lasted. And if it didn’t work out, then I’d be back here with you…if I hadn’t already been replaced.”

He laughed lightly at that comment. “I doubt that would have happened.”

I was curious, “What happened to the other girls you told about this…offer?”

“Well, one was over the phone, and she just hung up. One in person said she’d have to think about it, but I never heard from her again. One said she’d do it, but on the first night, she panicked before we even had our clothes off. I gave her a week to find another place. She was gone the third day.”

I thought about that for a second. Poor girl.

“Anyway,” I said, “I have another interview tomorrow at a place I think I could like.”

“Good!”

“And…I’ve got a date on Tuesday evening,” I tried to mention casually.

“With Steve?” he asked, not showing any reaction.

“No. Steve is nice, but not really my type. There’s a new guy at work. Not anyone I could ever be serious with, but whatever.”

“Well, on that note…” He was fiddling with his food, clearly not sure what to say or if he should say it. It was so cute how nervous he would get about some things. “I’ve got a date on Tuesday, too.” It hadn’t even occurred to me that our dates were on the same evening.

“Oh, really?” I teased. I knew full well, better than even he did, but I wanted to hear his version of it.

He cleared his throat. “Um, yeah. Just a girl I met at the coffee shop down the road. It’s nothing serious- I’m just taking her to dinner after work.”

“Some girl you met at the coffee shop? Sounds made up. Are you just jealous that I’m getting some extra-curricular action and you’re not?”

“What? No, she…she works at the coffee shop. She told me to ask her out. And after what you were saying about how I need a woman in my life, I thought I’d, you know…try to meet people.”

“Well, that’s commendable. What’s her name?”

His eyes got wide and his face went red. He didn’t know! He never got her name! Oh, this was too rich. I might have a new hobby- “try to make Andrew blush.”

He opened his mouth and stammered a bit, then admitted, “I don’t know! She gave me her number, but…”

“It was probably on her name tag. Were you not looking at her boobs?”

“I…didn’t want to be rude.” Then he started to laugh at his situation. “Well, at least I know how to start our conversation on Tuesday.”

“Sooo…should I try to keep some distance Tuesday evening? In case you want to bring her back to your love nest?”

Not even joking, he looked up and said, “No. I already told her…that…I’m not up for anything serious, just some conversation.”

“Oh Andrew. Sweet, innocent, naïve Andrew. If she asked you out and you are playing the ‘I just want to talk’ card, you can be sure she’s going to try to get you naked. Is she cute?” Oh my, this was a fun game of ‘Make Andrew Blush.

“She’s…perky? Cute. Friendly. A little aggressive.”

“Well, I hope you have a grand time futilely resisting Miss No-Name’s advances.”

“And what about you and mystery man? Should I try to stay out late?”

“No. He’s going to have to work for anything he gets from me. Maybe offer me free rent or something.”

Andrew laughed.

“Besides, even if I get the urge, I can always come back here and shag your brains out. It’s less complicated that way.”

“Yes, because everything around here is simple and uncomplicated.”

I smiled.

After a minute or two of silence, as Andrew put together another burger, he asked, “So what were you up to today? Everything OK?”

“It was…nothing serious. I just had some personal errands to run, some things to take care of.”

“Oh, OK.” I was just beginning to get Ian off my mind, but now it was all flooding back. I said nothing while I cleaned up my dishes and put away leftovers.

“Gina?” his voice was soft.

“Yeah?”

“For a few…personal reasons, last week and this week are just a really rough time for me. I…I’m sorry if I’m moody and…a little dark. It’ll be better in a week or two, I hope.”

“Oh. I get it. When it rains it pours, or something like that.” It was hard to keep in mind that I wasn’t supposed to know anything about Penny or Noel. The anniversary of Noel’s death had just passed, nevşehir escort and his 6 year anniversary with his mysteriously-absent wife would be in a few days. But as far as he knew, I had no inkling of any of that.

“Yeah, and remember what I said about sex helping me to not feel numb?”

“I remember, I think you’re weird that way.”

“I know. And maybe I am. Or maybe you’re the weird one.” I stuck out my tongue at him for that comment. “In any case, I’ve probably been a little extra needy lately…sexually. And if you could just keep Thursday as open as you can…I really would like to be with you as much as possible. I’m taking off work that day- you don’t have to do that, but…just be around…and don’t say no…please?”

I was anticipating Thursday, his anniversary, being different. I didn’t expect him to take off work, but it made sense.

“OK, I’ll make sure you get some action that day. In the meantime, finish your food and come upstairs to my room. I need to forget some things tonight.”

*******

Noticing that Andrew had just heaped another pile of mac-and-cheese on his plate, I figured I had enough time to take a shower. Afterwards, I went to my room and put on some plaid boxers and a white tank top. I could have stayed naked, but there’s something nice about having a man take your clothes off of you.

Not long after I was dressed, Andrew came to the room, looked in and said, “OK if I shower first?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” I said, pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

While I waited, I sat in my recliner and looked up at the stars. I was glad the clouds were clearing so that I could enjoy the sky this evening. It was a little chilly in just a tank top, so I put on an old sweatshirt. It used to be Ian’s- one of only two things I had of his.

I looked at the stars and thought of Noel. They had her for 11 months. Was that old enough to start talking? Had Andrew heard his little girl say “Dada?” Had she taken steps, holding his fingers in her tiny hands? Or had she been sick, and did they spend 11 months watching her die? I wanted to know- I wanted to hear him talk about it. Did he talk to anybody about it? I couldn’t imagine him chatting about it with the guys at the body shop. And I didn’t know anything about his other job, oddly enough. I got the impression he was a night watchman.

I wondered what he did with all his memories of Noel (and Penny?). Did they stay with him all the time? Or did he fight them back and bury them? Did they show up at unexpected times and places, triggered by a word or object? Were there things in this house that had a special history? I rubbed my arms, not for warmth but to feel the sweatshirt.

Andrew walked into the room with a towel around his waist, rubbing his hair dry with another towel.

“You know,” he commented, “we should have sex on that recliner at some point. How far back does it recline?”

“No,” I said, sharper than I had anticipated. My teeth were clenched. “The recliner is off limits.”

“Whoa. OK. Sorry. But…did you want to be in your bed this time?”

“Yes. But I want you to get me there.” Seeing his look of confusion, I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I want you to persuade me into bed, get me worked up, seduce me, whatever. We have to have sex tonight, but I want you to get me to want it.”

“Oh! Got it. I thought you meant you wanted me to carry you,” he said, a bit sheepishly.

He walked over to me and stood there for a second. “Put the legs of the recliner up- put your feet out.” I looked up at him with curiosity, doing what he said. Once my feet were fully extended and propped up on the recliner’s footrest, Andrew knelt down in front of them. With his warm, clean hands, he took one of my feet and started rubbing. He put pressure on the bottom of my foot, then all around. For at least five minutes he rubbed my foot and up my calf, then switched to the other foot. I leaned back in the recliner and pulled my arms into the sweatshirt.

Andrew was, I had to admit, very good at this. I lay there and just enjoyed the sensations, including the sight of him in just a towel, at my feet.

He eventually moved up to rub my thighs, then worked back down to my calves again. He had been working at it for at least 15 minutes when he stood up, leaned over me, put his mouth against my ear and asked, “Would you like to come to bed?”

Eyes closed, I smiled and said, “I guess so, but I’m not taking my clothes off.”

Surprising me, Andrew reached down and scooped me up in his arms. I squealed in surprise and tried to grab his arm, forgetting that my arms were inside the sweatshirt. The result was that I wiggled around for a second, throwing Andrew off balance. He managed to at least get me over the bed before he dropped me. He fell forward and caught himself on the bed. We both laughed at that as I wriggled my arms back into my sleeves. Andrew leaned towards the wall and turned off the light. The streetlights below made us still able to see each other, but at some angles his face was still in the shadows.

“Well, I’m naked and you’re not getting out of your clothes, so I guess that means…blow job?” He was obviously joking, but also trying to figure out my game.

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As another long day at the dinner comes to an end Cassandra, exhausted from being on her feet all day, heads home to get ready for the nights events.

Although hesitant from work and nights of restless sleep, she told her friends she would meet them at the local club. She lays out her black dress and heads for the shower. The heat feels really good as it runs over her tiered body, relaxing her muscles, drawing her closer to the desire of calling it an evening and just going to bed. But no she has to meet her friends. She did promise after all.

She sits on the end of her bed, knowing she has to get dressed, glances at the clock wishing she had just a few minutes for herself; she lies back on the bed and closes her burning eyes for a moment.

She looks in the mirror one last time to make sure she is ready. Letting out a heavy sigh she grabs her purse and heads out to meet her friends.

Upon arriving Cassandra’s friends are no where to be found. Frustrated with this she begins to search for them. Distracted by her search she does not see him standing there until she nearly runs him over. Turning to apologize, she is frozen from the disbelief that it is him standing in front of her, even though they have not yet met. She knows she belongs to him even without knowing him. He has taken her and claimed her many times before, even if he does not know it.

Until now, she was unsure he even existed anywhere but in her mind. She’s loved him and known him in every way many times before. Still she knows it is him, perfect in every way just as she has imagined him in her minds eye.

At a loss for words, her mind wanting him to take her in his arms, yet hoping he doesn’t notice. This all seems so familiar, though she doesn’t even know his name, but she knows she knows him.

It cannot just be a dream!

2

She can feel the heat in her loins rising. Her body flushes with passion, her heart beating wildly out of control. She can not look away from him, his eyes holding her captive. A blue like nun she’s ever seen before with faint swirls of green and the light within them is like bright stars against a dark night sky. The need to run her fingers through his thick golden hair is almost over powering.

She could hear nothing save the blood thrumming in her ears. Every nerve in her body alive with electricity, the air between them charged and thick with desire. Cassandra knows he feels it as intensely as she. kuşadası escort His body tens his gaze locked with hers, her breath catches in her throat. Unable to breath she gently wets her lips with her tong and her lips part as if in invitation to him.

He steps closer to her, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. With out word or warning he pulls her into him, and captures her lips with his. As she feels his arms encircling her she knows she should not allow him to do this, but can not bring herself to stop him.

As his arms close tighter around her she feels herself being lifted slightly up and deeper into his embrace. He deepens his kiss crushing her lips beneath his. As if of a will all there own her arm link together behind his neck.

She can feel him moving but does not concern herself with where he is taking her. She is so consumed with the passion of the moment her mind can not form the thoughts, where or why. Her mind and body knows only that the feel of him against her is so intense and so perfect that she can not bring herself to do or say anything that may ruin this moment.

With one hand locked tightly around her waist he reaches for a door with the other. Opening it he sweeps her into a small room. The room has little more then a candle glow for lighting, soft pale colored walls and a small but lusciously covered bed.

Cassandra no longer knows nor does she care where they are or how they got there all she knows is the perfectly almost dream like state he has already brought her to. The anticipation of what’s to come is almost more then Cassandra can bare.

Cassandra knows her mind is no longer in control of her body or its actions. It is as if he has taken complete power and control over her, and she is willing to give it to him.

His lips slowly part from hers as he lays her down on the bed. Cassandra can feel the emptiness the separation leaves and softly sighs from the desperation left with in her. She feels his lips against the soft skin of her neck, his hands coming around to slowly roam over her body. The pleasure with in her rises to heights she never knew existed before now. She moans with pure pleasure coursing through her entire body.

She feels his lips moving slowly down her throat and across the top of her chest as his hands find the buttons of her dress. He undoes her dress and gently nuzzles it away from her breast as his kocaeli escort fingers move the straps from her shoulders. His hands continue to slide her dress from her. His mouth comes down to capture one of her nipples within it. As he lavishes her nipple within his mouth he flicks his tong across it and brings it to a tingling hardness. Once he has her nipple to a firm tingling little pebble he moves slowly across her chest. Kissing and tasting every inch of her until he reaches the other nipple and then begins to suck, lick and tease that one, as well until both of her nipples are taught and tingling and aching for more.

With his lips, his tong, and his teeth teasing and playing against her nipples her body arches up toward him offering him more of her, she moans with the delight of all he is giving her. As she arches her body toward him he slides his hands beneath her removing her dress completely fully exposing her to him. His fingers roving over her entire body, exploring every curve, every dip, and every inch of her. With her nerves tingling, she can feel the fire of his touch lapping at her skin.

She slowly moves her fingers through his thick hair. She smiles as she thinks of how the scene reminds her of a lion stalking his prey, a prey that is ever so happy to be over taken. He starts to move over her body with his mouth as well as his hands now. His mouth sears her flesh as he moves over it. His breath is hot and moist against her skin. He moves down her body kissing her abdomen, her thighs, her calves, and her ankles. He stops at her ankles and she cries out as he gently nibbles at them. Cassandra had never before known that that could feel so wonderful.

3

Cassandra moved so she could help remove his clothing, she now ached to feel his skin bared against hers. Once she had him naked and fully exposed to her she could only stare in amazement. His body was perfection. The sight of him was enough to make any women melt with desire. At the sight of him before her she could feel her body grow tight and moist. She flushed at the feel of her thighs becoming damp with her desire for him. He moved to cover her body with his and the weight of him on top of her felt so right.

She could feel his desire pushing hard against her. She moved her legs to allow him entry to her. He slid his hands down her thighs and placing his hands under her thighs he opened her more fully to him then, he konya escort moved to place his mouth over. She cried out with pleasure as his tong dipped in and out of her, lapping up her sweet desire for him. His tong flicking over her sensitive little nub, His mouth eagerly claiming her, taking her higher and higher, bringing her precariously close to the peak of passion. Just as she thought she could take no more he slowly released her and as she pulled back from that brink she moaned and softly sighed wanting him to continue.

His hands moved against her replacing his mouth, his fingers moved in small circles sending tiny sparks of electricity through her body. With her body softly quacking with pleasure he moved up her body and covered her once again with his. Keeping his hand on her he stroked and played with her until she was writhing and moaning with pleasure beneath him.

He covered her lips with his capturing her breath, her cries of pleasure with his mouth. He moved his thighs to open her up to him and claimed her fully as his own. As he interred her Cassandra cried out with pure ecstasy. Within moments she felt as if she was floating high above the world in a world that held nothing and no one except the two of them. As her body began to tighten around him and shudder with the climax and release of their passion Cassandra could feel his desire and power release within her.

4

Cassandra feels her self slowly returning to awareness and sighs with the feeling of fulfillment and at the same time she feels strangely empty and alone. Her body felling heavy and her mind fuzzy she tries to under stand the strange feeling encompassing her. She moves and feels a strange dampness covering her thighs and wetting the bed beneath her. Cassandra slowly moves her hands to feel the moisture her thighs are covered in and realizes just what it is. Slowly recalling what has happened she sighs in disbelief. She moves cautiously turning to look at the clock. She realizes she has been asleep for over an hour. Her only thought is, how she could have let this happen, she is running so late now.

She grabbed her things and ran out the door hoping to still be able to meat up with her friends. She arrived at the local club and began to search for them. As Cassandra searched the crowded club she ran into some one. As she turned to apologize to them, she froze and her lungs suddenly seemed to refuse to work and all thought of finding her friends disappeared. It was him. She knew those eyes, they where absolutely unforgettable. Cassandra thought she must be dreaming again, but no this was real, this was hear and now and she knew it. As he stepped closer to her Cassandra’s body trembled with the anticipation of what was to come.

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Chapter 07 — Sister Act

As the week progressed, Penny seemed to be her old self around the house. Each night when I arrived home from work she was in great spirits and always happy to see me. Vivian had joined us at home again after her mom had left town. Our home life was getting back to the pleasant way it had begun and I was enjoying it. It seemed the two women I was living were always smiling, which was such an easy dynamic to operate in. I certainly had my reservations about the fragile state Penny might truly be in and I worried about the fact that Vivian was so crazy about me that it might be too much for her, but home was an enjoyable place for the time being.

Friday morning as I was getting ready for work, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Our interaction in the mornings had been light and pleasant, so this gesture seemed a bit more personal and specific. I wondered which one of them it might be, but really, it didn’t matter.

“Come in,” I invited whichever one of them it was.

The door swung open slowly and Penny peaked her head into my room. I smiled at her gingerly as she continued to enter.

“Good morning,” I said softly.

“It’s always a good morning when I get to see you,” she responded as she walked across the room and threw her arms around me.

She drew herself into me with a firm hug. She seemed very content just holding me. She looked lovely in her black skirt suit with pinstripes. She also had on black stockings and black ballet flats. Penny was adorable sometimes and this was clearly one of those moments.

“I have an assignment for you tonight,” she sighed, still holding me.

“Ok, lay it on me,” I encouraged her.

“You have to go to Leslie’s,” she instructed me. “Be there by 7pm.”

“Consider it done,” I confirmed. “Any insight on what the actual assignment is?”

“You know that you don’t get any details ahead of time,” she reminded me with a chuckle. “I will say that you will enjoy yourself and someone else will learn a valuable lesson.”

With that she released her grip on me and disappeared from my room. I finished getting ready, hearing Penny’s car pull away from the house. Her words were stuck in my head, ringing in my mind; someone else will learn a valuable lesson. What the hell did that mean? For the life of me I could not put that one together. It consumed my mind for my entire ride to the office. I really wanted to know what that meant. Once I reached work my attention shifted to the tasks at hand for the day and the thought was forgotten.

I buzzed through my day and was quite surprised when I looked at the clock and it was after 6pm. I looked up from my desk and discovered that the office was empty. This was not at all a surprise; since it was Friday the departures often began right after lunch. I closed out what I was working on and headed for the car.

The drive to Leslie allowed me to resume thinking about what Penny had said this morning. Who was going to be taught a lesson? And how? And why? I was again consumed by this notion that I could not decipher. As I pulled up in front of Leslie’s house, I noticed Brooke’s car in the driveway. Was Brooke the one that was going to be learning the lesson? I was letting my mind runaway with my thoughts.

I tried to gather myself as I exited the car and approached the front door. I rang the bell and was rather surprised when Mindy answered. She looked fantastic, wearing a black thin strapped tank top and denim shorts. She was barefoot and really captivated me in that moment. She ushered me inside, smiling the entire time. I gave her a hug and then was curious as to what was going on with her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be back at school,” I inquired.

“I leave first thing tomorrow,” she informed me. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” I admitted. “How are you doing?”

“I am doing very well, thank you,” Mindy responded. “My greats are perfect, people love me and I am making some progress with my mother. Things are going well, except for that bullshit the other night at the wedding. I am still pissed about that.”

“I am glad things are going well,” I told her. “You may want kütahya escort to let that wedding thing go. You may also want to let go of wanting to be in this game. It’s not for you. You must know that.”

“Don’t be so sure about that,” she remarked.

“Why do you say that,” I asked.

“I was told that you and I are to wait in the living room for tonight’s events,” she revealed.

I followed Mindy into the living room. She took a seat on one of the big chairs towards the back of the room, while I seated myself on the edge of the couch facing her. She was all smiles as we waited for whatever was to come. I watched her sit very comfortably as we waited. She was a lovely girl, there was no denying that, but I still thought this game might be too much for her at her age.

The all together too familiar snap of heels on the hardwood stairs snapped me back to reality. I listened as the sounds got louder and closer until Leslie came into full view in the living room. There were few words to describe who incredible she looked. She was wearing a mint green lace bra and matching panties. She had on black patent leather 4 inch pumps to compliment her underwear choice. My cock began to swell immediately upon seeing her.

Leslie moved to the area immediately between Mindy and me. She looked from me to Mindy and back again. I could not take my eyes off of her. She placed one hand her hip and addressed us.

“Are you two ready,” Leslie asked generally.

“Ready for what,” I wondered aloud.

“For the lesson that is about to be taught,” she snapped.

I immediately thought back to Penny’s words from this morning. Someone else will learn a valuable lesson. Was that someone about to turn out to be me? I didn’t think this was supposed to be the case. Before I could ponder this any longer, I heard the snap of another set of shoes on the stairs. Leslie smiled widely as the sound drew closer to us with each snap. My eyes widened when Brooke came into view.

She had on a black velvet bra and matching panties. Her heels were 4 inch maroon pumps and her hair was done very big, as was Leslie’s. I had no words at that moment. Brooke moved to Leslie’s side and rested her chin on Leslie’s shoulder.

“Look at him,” Brooke said referring to me. “He’s ready.”

“Is she,” Leslie asked.

Brooke looked from me to her niece Mindy, still sitting in the chair.

“I guess we won’t really know that until this little lesson is over,” Brooke stated.

“Would one of you tell me what the fuck is going on,” Mindy yelled as she stood from the chair she had been seated in.

“Cool your jets, princess,” Brooke halted her.

Brooke moved in front of Leslie and then sat on my lap on the edge of the couch.

“Your aunt Brooke, Penny, Emma and I had a long discussion after your little outburst at the wedding,” Leslie declared. “Penny thought you needed to be punished while Emma thought you needed to be educated.”

“Where do they get off deciding what I need,” Mindy snapped.

“They don’t,” Brooke agreed. “Unless you truly want to be a part of this game. A 100% full time player. I told them you didn’t but your aunt Leslie believed you should be allowed to make that decision yourself.”

Mindy stopped in her tracks. The wind was gone from her sails. She didn’t know what to say at this point. She looked confused and somewhat scared, like a little girl, until a very large grin spread across her pretty face.

“What do I have to do,” she asked calmly.

“Easy,” Leslie exclaimed. “All you have to do is sit through this lesson and then if you still want to be part of this game, you will be reviewed fully for membership. No bullshit, no other jumping through hoops nothing.”

“So this lesson is punishment then,” Mindy asked gingerly.

“Somewhat,” Brooke giggled from my lap.

I knew, at that moment, what was to follow. I had been part of this before. Emma had taught Vivian this small lesson and that hurt to be part of. Emma had softened considerable since then, but Penny was exceptionally pissed at the wedding. This could be very ugly. I was very unsure of how I would feel manisa escort at the end of this evening.

“So I endure tonight and I get a chance to play,” Mindy recapped. “That’s the deal?”

“That is indeed the deal,” Leslie confirmed. “Take it or leave it. Right now.”

Mindy looked at Leslie for a long moment in silence and then nodded. She turned around and sat in the chair once again. Brooke saw this and put her hands on my face. She kissed me gently and softly. It was wonderful. I loved kissing her like that. I noticed Leslie staring at us kissing. She seemed surprised by what she was seeing. Leslie’s gaze was too much for me so I closed my eyes. Brooke kissed me for a long time and while I had my eyes closed I heard Leslie begin lecturing Mindy.

“You see Mindy,” Leslie began, “your aunt Brooke is being gentle, but she can handle the times when it gets rough too.”

Brooke stopped kissing me and stood up from my lap. She pulled me off the couch so I was standing with her and she began to tear my cloths off. She ripped my shirt, causing the buttons to fly all over the room and my belt stood no chance as she removed it with one motion. She yanked my pants down and tossed them to the side. My boxers and socks followed them into a pile. I stood, naked, with a raging hard-on in front of these three gorgeous women.

“You have to be rough and gentle,” Leslie continued. “Flexibility and adaptability is a key in playing this game. You have to be giving.”

Mindy seemed to be listening intently as Brooke knelt down in front of me and began licking my stiff shaft. She ran her tongue up and down my length. I was in heaven as Brooke bathed my pecker with her tongue. She then stuffed my dick into her mouth and began to swallow it. Brooke engulfed me until she gagged. She worked me pole between her lips again and again. I was loving it and then she stopped.

“Sometimes you have to be playful,” Leslie added.

Brooke stood in front of me and turned her back on me. She bent over and removed her panties slowly, sliding them down her legs and around her sexy heels. She tossed them to me and laughed. Brooke bent over again and spread her ass cheeks, showing me her asshole and pussy. I wanted her.

“Sometimes you have to be demanding,” Leslie furthered.

“Get in there and lick my pussy,” Brooke yelled at me.

I was shocked by her change in tone and demeanor. I hesitated.

“What are you waiting for,” Brooke barked. “I said lick my pussy.”

I moved to her and got on my knees. I helped her spread her ass cheeks and lapped at her twat with my tongue. She was soaked and my tongue enjoyed her wet spot. I licked her lips and inserted my tongue inside her as deep as I could. She tasted wonderful and I was not about to stop.

“His job is to do as he is told,” Leslie pointed out to Mindy.

I continued to lick Brooke’s box feverously. I lapped at it and traced her lips gently and roughly. The more I licked her, the more flooded her twat seemed to become.

“Then there are times you improvise and do what feels right at that moment,” Leslie said.

Brooke pulled away from me and turned to face me. She kissed me deeply, devouring me with her mouth. She seemed determined to taste herself on my tongue as she consumed me.

“Now, sometimes you need to be selfish,” Leslie continued to educate her niece.

Brooke broke our kissing and pulled me to the floor. She laid me on my back and then climbed on top of me. She straddled my engorged member and inserted inside her wet vagina. Brooke balanced herself on her heels and began to ride me hard. She rocked up and down taking my length inside of her again and again. She moved fast as she worked my cock. Brooke moaned and I thought I heard Mindy gasp as Brooke continued to fuck me forcefully. I grunted as Brooke screamed while she continued. I knew my climax was coming soon.

“And sometimes you have to share,” I heard Leslie say.

Brooke then stopped and climbed off of me. I noticed that Leslie was also on the floor on her back. Her head was near my thighs. Brooke pulled me up onto my knees and grabbed my shaft. She tugged it roughly mardin escort and quickly until I sprayed my batch all over Leslie’s face. I shot stream upon stream onto Leslie’s cheeks, lips, eyes and hair. Every spurt that hit her felt better than the last. It was a very intense orgasm. I did not move afterward. I watched Brooke lick the cum from her sister’s face. I was in awe. Brooke cleaned Leslie completely and swallowed my entire load like a champ.

“You see,” Brooke picked up where Leslie had left off, “this game is multifaceted. You have to sure you can handle it all.”

I looked to Mindy who was staring at her aunt Leslie, still lying on the floor. I looked down at Leslie as well, remembering the jizz that was just on her pretty face and beginning to get hard again.

“I don’t know, Les,” Brooke continued. “I am not sure she got it. Do you think we should really drive our point home?”

Leslie sprang from the floor to her feet and bent over in front of me. She too removed her panties, sliding them down her long legs and around her sexy heels. She tossed them to her niece and then got down on all fours in front of me.

“Sometimes, Melinda, you just want to get fucked,” Brooke announced.

“So get over here and fuck me,” Leslie called to me.

I did not waste a single second as I positioned myself behind Leslie. I placed the head of my cock to Leslie’s opening. I eased my way inside of her and slowly withdrew my length. Leslie growled at me with impatience.

“Sometimes he can be playful too,” Brooke conveyed to Mindy.

Hearing that, I grabbed Leslie’s hips and thrust my pole into her cunt violently. Our flesh slapped together loudly and Leslie let out what sounded like a sigh of relief. I continued to inject my rod into her powerfully. Leslie winced and moaned with every pump of my pecker into her box. I was pounding her pussy with blunt force as I continued to fuck her aggressively. I felt my climax nearing as I brutalized Leslie’s body again and again.

“Mindy, I know you were with him, but can you handle this kind of action,” Brooke asked her niece.

Mindy said nothing as our eyes locked. I thrust harder into Leslie, knowing Mindy was paying close attention.

“And sometimes,” Brooke added, “we have to give him what he likes too.”

Leslie pulled away from me and Brooke laid down on the carpet in front of me. Leslie grabbed my cock with her hand and began to pump my prick for all it was worth. Brooke presented her sexy heels in front of my rod as Leslie worked it with her fingers. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to arrive. I unleashed multiple blasts from my shaft. Leslie pointed my dick at Brooke’s shoes and I covered them in cum. I unloaded a large, thick batch onto the maroon heels, shooting each spurt harder than the last after seeing my goo on her shoes.

When Leslie had milked my dick dry, I could not move. I stayed there, on my knees, staring at the deposit I had just made on to Brooke’s shoes. I could not remember being more sexually satisfied. Brooke smiled at me and then turned her attention back to her niece.

“I think we have given you enough to think about tonight,” Brooke said to Mindy.

“Take some time to decide if you can handle everything we have educated you on,” Leslie added. “You can let us know your decision at a later time.”

Mindy said nothing. She stood from the chair she was sitting in and began to leave the living room. She stopped just before she reached the hallway and turned around. She walked forcefully back towards us, stopping when she reached Brooke. Mindy bent down on one knee and ran her index finger over Brooke’s cum covered shoe. She placed her jizz soaked finger to her lips and licked it clean. She then winked at me and left the room. I heard her disappear up the staircase and the door to her room close.

Leslie disappeared after her niece, not following her but ready to call it a night. Brooke kept smiling at me as I dressed, but did not say anything. She kissed me on the cheek and shut the front door behind me when I left. I drove home in bliss. That was one amazing and fulfilling lesson that just occurred.

When I reached home, Penny was waiting for me in the living room. I didn’t say a word, I just walked past her and began to head up the stairs to my room to reflect on my evening.

“Did Miss Mindy get the message,” Penny called to me as I was on the stairs.

“Loud and clear,” I confirmed before continuing on.

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A message from the author.

I know that it is not everyone’s cup of tea. I know equally well though that there are many of us who thrive on it, who enjoy it and get a big buzz from it. I know I do. I get a massive kick and huge excitement from it. There’s some guilt and trepidation too of course, but they are relatively easily overcome. And when you have a fling or an affair the downsides are far outweighed by the upsides, well they seem to be at the time. And one of the upsides, ironically, is that often after an affair, fling or a one-night stand and usually during it as well you feel closer to your partner and it can become the glue that keeps the relationship stuck together.

Now I am talking, of course, about women cheating. Horrific is it may sound to some bigoted men, it does happen. Women do go off and ‘sow their wild oats,’ oddly just like men do and have done for years. Well in this new age it’s the females’ time and it’s us who can have our cakes and eat them as we fuck both our husband and our lovers.

I’m talking about cheating. About playing away from home, being unfaithful and having bits on the side. Long term affairs, short flings and even one-night stands, they all provide that buzz, that kick and usually those thrills and excitement. And during and between my two marriages I have had loads buzzes and kicks and lots of thrills and excitement.

Liaisons such as described above arise from many situations. This series of stories, some of which is taken from real life as it happened to me, looks at the motivations, pleasures, excitement and concerns of the more common circumstances.

Christina x

*****

The Neighbour.

‘Was it an accident?’ I wondered looking up and across the table at him. He smiled. I smiled back and then felt it again, his foot touching mine. I looked up again and he raised his eyebrows and mouthed.

“Sorry.”

I looked away. I turned and talked to the guy next to me a boring older man probably in his late sixties or seventies dressed far too conservatively for this neighbourhood barbecue dinner party. After a few minutes I felt it again. This time, though, it was firmer and lingered. I turned and looked at Ian my next but one neighbour who was sitting opposite me. He raised his eyebrows and I shook my head making sure that none of the other ten guests round the table on the large patio beside the swimming pool saw me. He smiled and pressed harder.

“No,” I mouthed. “Stop it.”

He grinned.

“Enjoying yourself?” Ian asked as we stood chatting by the pool an hour and four or five glasses of wine later.

“Yes it’s good.”

“Yes the Monktons dos always seem to off well.”

“They used to run swinging parties years ago, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Did you and Kate come to them?”

“No, no way would Kate do anything like that,” he said rather blatantly looking at my fairly low cut black tee shirt type top. kahramanmaraş escort “Would you and Richard?”

“Well never have.”

“Would you like to?”

I was getting a little embarrassed so I sipped my wine. “Not sure.”

“Well if you need a partner, let me know.”

We had moved into this upscale gated community on the outskirts of Harpenden some twenty miles north of London a few years ago and had been to a number of these neighbourhood get-togethers including one we had thrown last Christmas. Although we got to know most of the couples it was Ian and Kate who we knew best, mainly because Ian and Richard were Arsenal season ticket holders and travelled to the Emirates stadium together with the four of us often having a meal out or a takeaway at one of our homes after the football matches.

After that brief, but rather provocative chat we both circulated and didn’t talk again until near midnight when he pulled me up to dance with him. It was a Lionel Ritchie number to which most of the dancers, who I noted like us were not with their partners making me think momentarily that perhaps the Monktons’ parties had reverted to their earlier theme!

He held me a little too tightly for a non-lover, but there was nothing I could or if I was honest wanted to do about it.

“God you smell gorgeous,” he whispered as he rested his face against my blonde hair.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I was a little drunk by now and my inhibitions had slipped, they may actually have disappeared altogether as I replied. “And thanks for the messages at the table.

“And what do you think they were saying?”

“You couldn’t keep your feet still?”

“No Christina, much more than that.”

At home in bed a couple of hours later I pressed my body against my husband’s back, reached round him and grasped his cock. He turned, we kissed then he fucked me. As we finished and he rolled off me Ian’s face came into my mind!

That neighbourhood barbecue was the watershed. Things moved quite quickly after it. Ian and I seemed to bump into each other more often; at the supermarket, petrol stations, arriving home at the train station, leaving our homes in our cars and at neighbours’ parties. We talked more, we got on well, we found interests in common and as surreptitiously as possible we flirted.

“How about a quick one in the Crown?” Ian said as we ‘bumped’ into each other leaving the station one evening a few weeks later.

“Mmmm I don’t mind a quick one now and then.”

That was the start for as we were leaving he asked. “I probably won’t mention this to Kate.”

I didn’t mention it to Richard either so that became our first secret. Having lunch a week or so later when we were both home and Kate and Richard were out was the next and him popping round the next week mid-afternoon became the third. And that led to the fourth.

“What time kastamonu escort you expecting Richard home?” he asked as we were standing in the hallway by the front door as he prepared to leave after borrowing a box set I had promised to lend him.

“Oh not until eight or so. Kate?”

“She’s out for the evening.”

“And the kids?”

“They’re in the house now,” he said moving a little closer.

I was leaning back against the wall. He put his hand on the wall just above my head and to the side. Leaning forward he said quietly.

“What would the delicious Mrs. Cooper say if I kissed her?”

My heard started to pound as I had been envisaging this moment for the last few weeks. No clear plan was in my mind, but increasingly I was reaching the conclusion that we would do something; I was not sure, though, just what?

I was thirty-six at the time and eight years into my first marriage. I had not strayed at the time.

Looking up at him I smiled and said.

“Maybe the handsome Mr. Baines should kiss her to find out.”

He did and all hell seemed to break loose.

The kiss started slowly, tentatively almost. We were I suppose exploring and enquiring about each other. His hand slid down from above my head and one arm went round my waist, the other round my shoulders, he pulled. I slid my arms round him and let him squash me against him. His tongue probed my mouth open and delved inside as our lips squirmed together. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I responded by pressing the tip of mine against his. He sucked my top lip then my lower then broke the kiss and licked round both lips and down onto my neck.

“Oh Chrissy I have been fantasising about this for so long.”

Then we kissed again. This time it was not just with our mouths but with our entire bodies and hands. He squashed my breasts against his chest and I writhed and wriggled against it. One of his hands slid from my waist down onto my bum. He grasped the cheek thus, pulling my stomach more firmly against him. He was unashamedly erect and that was pressed provocatively against my pubic mound and stretched up the soft, flatness of my tummy almost to my navel. I let my hand slide down onto his pert arse and I gripped that just as he eased his chest away from mine, slid his hand upwards and cupped my breast. We were both wordlessly but with gestures confirming that we wanted to fuck.

I was wearing a dark blue skirt that was tight round my tummy, buttocks and hips and a skinny knit, blue and white hooped sweater. The hem of that ended at the waistband of the skirt thus, when I stretched I revealed a strip of flesh round my stomach. Being a modest B cup at I had not bothered with a bra.

The feeling of his hand on my breast made me jump and I pressed back against it as a low moan escaped from my mouth.

“Oh Chrissy,” he sighed as, feeling no resistance from me kayseri escort he firstly pinched my nipple then slid his hand inside the sweater and up and onto my bare breast.

“Yes Ian, yes,” I moaned back loving his hand and fingers on my bare flesh.

“God I want you so much,” he whispered as without any further hesitation he slid his hand up the back of my leg and onto my arse that was as good as bare for I was wearing a skimpy thong.

I was gone now. I had no resistance, not that I wanted any for I was as much into this as he was. I started undoing the buttons on his shirt as he pushed my sweater up above my boobs exposing them to his gaze and, of course to his mouth. As I ran my fingers through the covering of hair on his chest he shrugged his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. As he did that I took hold of the hem of the sweater and in one movement pulled it up, over my head and off.

“They are beautiful Chrissy and just as I have imagined them so many times.”

We kissed again as now he was unashamedly squeezing my bum, slipping his fingers inside my panties and between my legs right on the wetness of my labia.

“Come on,” I croaked taking his hand and picking up my sweater.

He picked up his shirt and followed me upstairs. At first I went to turn left towards one of the guest rooms, but something told me to go to my marital bedroom. And it was there that Ian fucked me for the first time.

I guiltily admit that I sort of revelled in the fact that I had made love to someone other than my husband in a place where really I should not have. Coincidentally or oddly Ian felt the same and a week or so later I was on my back in his marital bed lying exactly where he told me Kate slept.

“The difference is, though, Christina,” Ian said as we were making love. “Kate never wraps her legs round my back as I fuck her.”

I felt uncomfortable but excited that evening after having Ian in my bed when Richard came home. It was difficult when he asked what I had been up to and of course I lied. Ian had stayed all afternoon until six or so after phoning his teenage kids and telling them some story that did not involve me to explain his absence.

We had gone to bed at around three and we stayed in there until just before he left. We had loads of foreplay including extensive oral and we fucked twice, something Richard had not done for years.

The uncomfortable feeling and the excitement increased when we went to bed and my husband laid down exactly where my afternoon lover had been just a few hours earlier. I toyed with starting something, but as he showed no inclination I didn’t and went off to sleep fairly quickly.

I thought that I would have a really big guilt trip the next day and that when I met Kate again I would feel awful. Ian had said that he thought in a similar way. However, when we met again when I popped into his and Kate’s house a week later we both agreed that seeing the other’s spouse and being with our own had not been the enormous challenges we had both felt they might be.

We had the affair for the best part of a year. There was never any chance of us leaving Richard or Kate for neither of us wanted that. What we both wanted was illicit sex and lots of it and that is what we had.

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