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Invitation

As the students from my last class of Friday filter out into the hallway, I take a deep breath, thankful that it’s now the weekend. I open my laptop and check my school emails.

“Please see me ASAP” shouts a message from Sandra, the school principal. “Oh, dear,” I think, “what have I done?” I pack up my things and wander down to the office.

“Hi, Pam,” the cute young receptionist says as she sees me.

“Hi, Jill, is Sandra in?”

“Yes, she just got free.”

I walk behind Jill’s counter and knock on Sandra’s door. “Come in,” shouts Sandra. I step in and close the door behind me, wary of my impending fate.

“Oh hi, Pam, thanks for coming down.”

“Of course, what’s up?” I reply.

“I was wondering if you have next weekend free.”

“I think so, let me check.” I pull out my phone and check the calendar. “I don’t have anything important, why, Sandra?”

“Bill Jackson was scheduled to go to a conference but can’t make it. I thought you might like to go.”

“Oh, when is it exactly?”

“The 26th and 27th — Saturday and Sunday. It’s in San Francisco. We have a room booked for Friday and Saturday night.”

I look at my phone, pretending to check it while absorbing this news. I’ve always loved San Francisco, and it’s not a long drive, so it’s easy to get to.

“Uh, yeah, I can go. What’s the conference about?”

“Various topics — you can select the programs you’d like to attend. I’ll send you the link so you can sign up and find out about it.”

“Oh, okay, thanks. Gee, I’ve never been to an out of town event.”

“Do you need a chaperone?” jokes Sandra. We laugh.

“No, I think I can handle myself.”

“Great, well let me know next week if you have any questions.”

“Sure, Sandra.” I leave her office and pass by Jill. She beams at me, saying “Have a wonderful weekend, Pam. I hope it’s lots of fun.”

Jill is always friendly and bouncy. I’m happily married, but lately, I’ve been curious about women. I have to admit I’ve had a few fantasies about Jill. Her body is so shapely and her smile is so inviting.

I drive home, half thinking about Jill and half wondering what the conference will be like. I hope that John won’t mind me going away alone. He’s never been the jealous type, so I hope not.

At Home

When I get home, I see that John isn’t home yet. I dump my laptop bag onto the kitchen table and walk to the bedroom, strip except for my panties and put on a comfy tracksuit. I pee in the bathroom and wash my hands and face before returning to the kitchen.

I pour myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and sit at the kitchen table. I open the laptop, find Sandra’s new email and open the conference link. Following Sandra’s suggestions, I register, putting “replacing Bill Jackson” into the notes field as she has instructed.

After receiving confirmation, I scroll through the programs. They run all day Saturday and then Sunday morning. I read through to see what they offer. I open one called Discipline in the Classroom. I haven’t usually had problems with my kids, but in the last couple of terms, I’ve had some disruptive students.

It’s an intensive program, running all day Saturday. The topics look like they might help me. The course is being led by Mary Constance, and there is a brief description of her qualifications. She seems competent, but from her photo, she doesn’t appear older than twenty-five. But as I look at her face, something in her seems to reach out and exude power over me. I click to register for the program. It’s confirmed.

I tear myself away and look for a course for Sunday morning. I choose Spreadsheets for Teachers, as I could use a refresher, and register for it.

I sip my wine and return to Mary’s photo, feeling myself being penetrated by her gaze. “Earth to Pam,” I hear through a fog. I tear myself away from Mary and turn my head. My husband John is standing next to me. “What got you all entranced?” he asks.

“Oh, hi John.” I smile up at him. “Uh, I’m looking at the conference that Sandra is sending me to next weekend.”

He leans down and peers at the screen. “Discipline in the Classroom. Hmm, is this a kinky thing?”

“Haha, no, it’s all about maintaining control in the classroom.”

“As I said, sounds kinky,” he jokes. “When is it again?”

“Next weekend, in San Francisco.”

“Ah, so my sexy wife is going to have a wild time in the big city!”

“Oh, hardly.”

“Well, I’m going to get changed.” He walks off.

I read through the program description again, and I look at Mary’s picture. I decide to search for her on the internet and I find several photos of her, mostly professional. I check Instagram for her and find her profile. Wow, she looks so different when casual. She has several photos from a trip to the beach, in her skimpy bikini.

One is of her lying on a towel, smiling through the camera at me, her hand looking as if it’s sliding rize escort up to her shapely boob. I hear myself gasp softly and I can’t tear myself away from her. My hands slide up my stomach under my loose top and brush the bottom of my little boobs. I imagine her hand cupping her boob, and I find myself cupping mine.

My nipples harden as I imagine her watching me. My fingers play over my boobs and reach my nipples, pulling them into full hardness. I moan softly.

“Don’t stop,” I hear John whisper behind me. I am startled that he has caught me, but his tone of voice makes it clear that he is enjoying the sight. He reaches down and lifts up my top. “Hands up,” he says, and he whips my top off. He sits opposite me, with a full view of my boobs.

“So you are hot for this woman? Are you going to seduce her?”

“Oh no, John, no.”

“Why not? We’ve talked about you wanting to be with another woman, and this one has you all worked up. You know I don’t mind the idea.”

Embarrassed now, I cover my boobs with my hands.

“No, Pam, keep doing what you were doing. I love it. I’m very excited. My cock is throbbing.”

I cup my boobs again and rub gently.

“That’s it, look at her. She’s looking at you. She wants you. Her fingers are caressing your boobs.”

With John’s urging, I fall back into the fantasy. She’s driving me wild, playing with my nipples and sending sparks through my body. I imagine her naked, her shapely boobs sporting big hard nipples.

“She’s touching your sensitive nipples,” John says, as I am doing it, imagining it is her fingers. “She’s exciting you so much.” I am going crazy.

“Now she’s sliding one hand down, rubbing your pussy through your panties, as she gently pinches your nipple.” My hand moves to copy John’s suggestions. My panties are soaked. I rub my finger up and down my slit as I pinch my nipple.

“Ah yes, she’s found your hard clit and is rubbing it.” I rub my clit and start moaning. “Mmm, yes, she wants to excite you so much, making you cum in your panties.”

“Ahhhh,” I moan, wanting that so much.

“She’s rubbing madly, wanting your cum. Cum for her, Pam. Cum for Mary. Look at her face as she makes you cum.”

I rub my clit wildly and pinch my nipple hard. I gaze at her photo and feel her psyche plunge deep into me. After a minute I scream, “Ohhh, yessss. She’s making me cum. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I rub and buck on the kitchen chair, cumming and soaking my panties. When I slow down, John says, “Come to bed.”

I see him walk off and I shake myself out of my daze and follow. When I get to the bed, he is lying naked on it, holding his hard cock up. “Fuck me,” he commands.

I strip off my tracksuit bottoms and panties and leap onto the bed and plunge my dripping pussy over his hard cock. I hold it deep for a few seconds, then I fuck him more wildly than I ever have, lifting up to his cock head then plunging back down.

John meets my motions with hard upward strokes. He pinches my nipples and I return the favour. We hump madly for a few minutes then John shouts, “Ohhh, I’m cumming.”

“Me too,” I cry as we share a massive orgasm. We take our hands away from our nipples and rest for several minutes as we settle down. Finally, I climb off of him and nestle in his arms.

“Damn, woman, if the mere thought of being with a woman makes you that hot, I’m all for you doing it for real.”

I smile and say, “Oh, it’s a lovely fantasy, but it’s just a dream. Anyway, she’s out of my league.”

“Don’t be so sure, my sexy Pam. You haven’t lost one bit of your passion.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t know the first thing about being with another woman, and she’s half my age.”

“Maybe. It’s a fun idea though.”

I drift off in John’s arms. When I come to, he is fixing dinner. I stumble into the kitchen and we smile at each other.

For the rest of the weekend, John keeps bringing up her photos, even printing a few for me to keep in my handbag. I know we have idly discussed my desires before, but he is seriously intrigued with the possibility of them becoming satisfied for real. We fuck many times as John encourages my fantasy of being with Mary.

The Next Week

I have trouble concentrating on my teaching this week. I keep having the image of Mary drift into my head any time I’m not actively talking or listening. On Thursday night, I pack the car with my clothes for the weekend and program my phone to take me to the hotel. On Friday, with every class having tests, I have time to daydream all day.

John has wickedly copied Mary’s bikini photo onto my phone, and I keep peeking at it while supervising the tests. Her gaze hypnotises me, and I imagine caressing her perfect boobs through her bikini, making her nipples hard before lifting up the top and playing with her naked boobs.

My brain swims in an erotic pool that whole morning. I barely remember talking with anyone, although I must have. At lunchtime, I sakarya escort run to the toilet in the staff lounge. I take down my skirt and panties and pee. When wiping, the contact with my pussy combined with the excitement of my morning’s fantasy makes me moan.

I’ve never masturbated at work before, and a brief wave of shame passes over me, but my body demands attention, and I can’t help dropping the tissue into the bowl and retrieving my phone to see Mary in her bikini again. I look at her and rub my pussy again. I’m dripping and two fingers wriggle inside, pulling out juice to rub over my clit.

I imagine Mary watching me, stripping off her bikini and rubbing herself, her excitement matching mine. Having been excited all morning, I cum quickly. I try to keep quiet in case someone else has come into the ladies’ room, but I can’t help moaning after a couple of waves.

I pant heavily after my orgasm subsides. I sit for a while, then wipe my drenched pussy, stand and pull up my panties. They are wet, but I didn’t bring a spare pair, so I make a mental note to go to the car and get a clean pair.

I pull up my skirt and open the door. Jill is leaning against the sink, lazily caressing her boobs through her shirt. I can just make out her hard nipples. She smiles at me and whispers, “That was hot! Were you thinking about me?”

I snap to attention and shout, “No!”

“Aw, I’m disappointed,” she pouts jokingly. “Well, whoever you were thinking about is very lucky.” She sees that I am holding my phone and grabs it from me. Seeing Mary’s bikini photo, she says, “Oh wow, is this your girlfriend? She’s hot.”

I am now flushed with embarrassment. My words spill out awkwardly, “Uh, no, not at all.”

Jill senses my feelings, places a hand gently on my shoulder and whispers, “Don’t worry, Pam. This will be our secret. I’ll never tell anyone. But I won’t forget.”

I quickly wash my hands and run out the door, down the hallway and out of the building to my car, where I tuck a clean pair of panties into my handbag. I sit in the car and absorb the events of the last few minutes.

I relive the masturbation, so quick and intense. Then I remember Jill smiling at me while casually fingering her boobs, having listened to me. She said she was disappointed that I hadn’t been thinking of her. “Has she had feelings for me?” I wonder.

Then Jill saw the photo of Mary and casually asked if she were my girlfriend as if it would be perfectly natural. “Wow, I guess Jill is lesbian, or at least bisexual,” I think. “What did she mean she won’t forget? Oh my, will she think of me now and masturbate? Has she already?”

I take several deep breaths. “Pull yourself together, Pam. You have two more classes to do today before you drive to San Francisco.” I turn my phone off and leave it in the console of the car to avoid the temptation of looking at Mary’s photo. I climb out of the car and try to suppress my erotic feelings on the way to my classroom, not entirely successfully.

I enter by the side door to avoid passing by the main office where I might catch a glimpse of Jill. After changing panties in the staff toilet, I manage to conduct the two test sessions with only occasional fantasies of Mary or Jill. On the way out, I forget the detour and I pass by the office. Jill sees me and smiles broadly and waves through the window. I return a little smile and run to my car.

I sit in my car thinking about what’s been happening to me this week. Mary’s photo starts it all, then I find her bikini shot. John encourages me to explore my feelings. Jill catches me masturbating and strongly hints that she has been wanting me. My goodness, I’ve turned into a lesbian slut — well, bisexual, since I still love John and we have great fucks.

My pussy starts dripping, and I grab several tissues from the box in the car and stuff them into my panties to avoid leaking all over my skirt on the drive. I retrieve my phone, turn it on, set it in the cradle and activate the map app. It’s a drive of just over two hours, so traffic must not be bad.

I hardly remember the drive. I manage to pay attention to be safe, but in stretches with little traffic, I keep seeing visions of Mary or Jill floating in front of me. In one vision, I see both of them, kissing and touching. I wonder what women do after that; I’ve never been with a woman, and I’ve never been into porn so I haven’t seen what happens.

Arrival

I pull into the driveway of the hotel — a grand entrance. I step into the foyer and find the check-in desk. “May I help you?” the receptionist asks.

“Yes, reservation for Pam Stevens.”

“Certainly, one moment.” She taps and clicks and frowns. “Um, I can’t find it.”

“Oh, try under Bill Jackson. He can’t make the conference and I’m taking his place.”

“Sure.” After more taps and clicks, she says, “Oh, I see that room was cancelled. Let me see what else I can find.” More tapping and clicking samsun escort ensues. “Just a minute, I’ll talk to my manager.”

She disappears into the back room. My heart sinks — I’m homeless in the big city. She comes back and says, “We only have one room left. Would you mind the bridal suite? There’s no extra charge. You’re lucky — a couple cancelled just this morning.”

“Uh no, that’s fine,” I reply. As a kid, I had always dreamt of spending my wedding night in the bridal suite. Obviously, this isn’t that special occasion, but it should be amazing.

She clicks and taps and makes a key card for me. She directs me to the car park and I find my way up, wheeling my overnight bag behind me. I step in and it’s magnificent. I am overwhelmed — just little old me in this huge suite. I unpack my few things into the massive drawers and closet and giggle how silly that seems.

I suddenly feel grubby, so I strip and head into the bathroom. I was going to have a quick shower, but I see a huge bathtub — big enough for two — with a bottle of bubble bath inviting me. “What the heck,” I muse. After using the toilet, discarding the soaked tissues that I had wisely stuffed inside my panties, I draw the bath and ease myself in.

I hear my phone ring from the other room, but I’m not going to pull myself out now. Voice mail will get it. It’s most likely John, but I have a fantasy that it’s Jill, calling me to seduce me over the phone.

Jill has larger boobs — B or maybe C cups. I’ve always wanted bigger boobs. My A cups have their advantages, like not needing a bra at home and for going out casually, but I’ve seen women with bigger boobs get noticed quickly and I yearn for that sometimes. Ah well, I’m not going to have implants.

I relax and let the warm bath soothe my body. For a while, I don’t have erotic thoughts. I just let myself soak in the luxury. Caressing my legs, arms and even boobs with the bubbles is a sensual delight rather than sensuous. “I could live in this suite,” I think.

Jill’s image pops back in front of me. I remember her looking at me coming out of the stall, casually rubbing her boobs. At the time, my embarrassment dominated, but upon reflection, I remember wishing for a fraction of a second that I could rub her boobs for her.

I imagine her naked boobs barely covered by my fingers. I sense her desire and caress them, pleasing her. I want to imagine more, but my inexperience with women doesn’t allow the fantasy to go further.

I soak for a few more minutes before standing and drying myself with a ridiculously plush towel. Stepping out of the tub to the full-length mirror, I examine my body. I try to view myself as another woman would, and I am not displeased with what I see. I’m not bad for a fifty-year-old; I’ve kept myself fit and firm.

I’m suddenly hungry so I step into the bedroom and dress for dinner. I feel a bit naughty, so I choose a satiny top and decide to not wear a bra. Slacks and nice black shoes complete the outfit.

I pop my room key card into my handbag and sling it across my shoulder on the way out the door. In the lift, two women around thirty years old are talking. They are very pretty and I smile at them. They return smiles as they keep talking to each other. We get out at the lobby, and I look around for the hotel restaurant. Then I notice that the two women walk up to another woman that I recognise after a second — it’s Mary!

They are all talking together, and without realising it I’m slowly drifting toward them in a trance. Mary notices me, turns, looks me up and down and smiles. I keep approaching until I’m with the group. She says, “Hello, I’m Mary.”

I mumble, “Yes, I know.”

“Oh, do you know me?”

“Uh, oh, sorry,” I blurt, suddenly snapping out of my mental mist. “Only from your photo. I’m in your program this weekend and there was a photo of you on the website.”

“So there was. And you are?”

Still dazed that the object of my lust for the last week is actually talking with me, I finally say, “Oh, I’m Pam.”

“Lovely to meet you, Pam,” Mary says. She points to the other two women and introduces them, “This is Sonya and this is Liz.”

“Hi, Sonya. Hi, Liz,” I manage to say.

“Hi, Pam,” they reply.

“We’re going out to dinner,” Mary says.

“Oh, I was just going to eat in the hotel,” I reply.

Mary stares into my eyes and whispers, “Nonsense, you are coming with me.” I feel an incredibly irresistible power shoot into me.

“Uh, oh, sure,” I say. The three of them giggle as if they are in on an inside joke. Sonya and Liz walk on ahead, leaving Mary with me.

“It’s only one block away, so we’ll walk,” Mary states. “So you need help with discipline?”

I am baffled by her question before realising she’s referring to her program. “Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s a real problem, although I always have that one kid, you know.”

“Oh yes, I know.”

“I’m a last-minute substitute. Another teacher from my school was supposed to come but he had to back out.”

Mary smiles and says, “Lucky me.”

My mind is reeling. Here I am, going to dinner with the woman that I have been having so many fantasies about during the last week. For all I know, she’s totally straight and would be shocked if she knew how I am feeling.

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This ongoing story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident.

*

Thank goodness the next day was Friday.

I lay in bed for hours after I left Jamie’s apartment, my heart pounding. A messy divorce like mine was would cause a fear of relationships in anybody who had an ounce of self-awareness. This relationship I was getting into with Jamie, was it a good idea? It was a disaster waiting to happen, I kept thinking. It was going to end badly. We both wanted different things out of life, we had to. Jamie was 15 years younger than I was. She had her whole life ahead of her. I was 40, basically middle-aged. I had been around the block already. I should stop this before it gets any further; I thought ruefully, and find somebody my own age.

It was after 1am before I finally got my mind to stop charging around in circles and I fell asleep. I was able to pull myself out of bed in the morning and go off to work, but I knew I only had about a half a day’s worth of energy. Luckily my attorneys were all off at court that day and there wasn’t much to do at the office. By the afternoon I was in a stupor, staring blankly at my computer screen. At one point it started to go into sleep mode, which meant I had been doing nothing but staring at the screen for a full 15 minutes.

I made a stop off at the drugstore on the way home to get condoms. It was the first time I had gone shopping for condoms in at least 5 years. When you had sex with your wife once a month, a 36 pack of condoms would last a while. I stared at the myriad brands and varieties and sizes. Do I get a small box? Do I get a basic box of Trojans or something special? I was so wracked with indecision that I almost walked away empty-handed. No, I stopped myself. I had to get something. Tonight could be the night with Jamie, I thought, remembering our goodnight kiss. I need to be prepared, so I grabbed a big economy box of Trojans and went to pay for it.

I picked up some fast food for dinner and ate it when I got home. It was barely 6pm when I settled into my recliner. Maybe Jamie will come looking for me early tonight, I thought. No, she worked until 7, I remembered, her dentist’s office had late hours. Resigned to having to wait for Jamie, I found myself dozing in front of Seinfeld reruns.

I was startled awake by knocking. I glanced at the clock. It was a little after 8. How long was I asleep? Was it Jamie? Where was the knock coming from? I heard another knock. It was coming from the door. Then I heard Jamie’s voice. “Hello, are you in there?” She asked.

I leapt out of my recliner and over to the door, trying to shake off the effects of my nap. I opened the door and saw Jamie standing there. She was dressed, well, nicely, wearing a blue top and black slacks. Her curly dark hair was cascading down around her shoulders. She made an effort to look good for me, I was thinking to myself. Tonight is going to be the night.

“Hey,” Jamie said. “What, were you asleep in there? Taking your nap old man?”

“No,” I said defensively. “I was in the bathroom,” I added. Yeah, that was much better, I thought sarcastically.

“Whatever,” Jamie said. “So…” she said, and paused.

Here it comes, I thought to myself.

“Do you remember Chris? Jamie asked.

Wait, what? I thought. “Umm yeah,” I said.

“Well, he’s having a few friends over tonight, and I told him I’d stop by. You’re welcome to come too,” Jamie said.

“Err…” I mumbled. It was so unexpected it took a few moments to get my mind around it. “Wait, a party? Here?” I asked. We lived in an apartment complex that had strict guidelines regarding noise.

“Well I wouldn’t call it a party,” Jamie said, “Just some friends and some folks from the building. Usually the party crowd will hang out for a bit and then go out. Call it a social gathering.”

“Umm… okay,” I said, wondering what this meant for us tonight. Hang out there for a bit and then go back to her apartment maybe? It couldn’t hurt to get out and meet some of my neighbors, I thought. “Sure,” I said.

“Okay, cool,” Jamie said. “Go change.”

I reflexively looked down at myself. Right, t-shirt and shorts, I thought, noting how Jamie was dressed. “Oh yeah,” I said. I invited Jamie inside with a wave of my arm and closed the door behind her. I wandered off to the bedroom and picked out a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks. I was pulling down my shorts when I realized that Jamie was standing in the doorway watching me. “Hey!” I said.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it already,” Jamie said with a grin.

I shrugged and went back to pulling on my khakis. I pulled the polo shirt on right over the t-shirt I was wearing. I slapped on a belt and slipped on my loafers. I was ready to go.

“Wow that was fast,” Jamie said, and she started moving toward the door. We got to my door and I froze. “Wait, should I bring anything?” I asked. I tried to remember mecidiyeköy escort bayan what was in my refrigerator. I didn’t have any beer, I thought.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jamie said, opening my door. I let her usher me out and I followed her down the long hallway. I had no idea where Chris’s apartment was. I was listening for sounds of a wild party but I heard none. Finally we reached a door near the opposite end of the building. Jamie knocked and I moved up beside her. Now that we were right by the door I could hear voices inside.

After a few seconds the door opened. It was opened by a woman who looked like she just stepped off of a runway in Paris. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was as tall as I was, dressed in a loose shiny top and a tight, short skirt and high heels that showed off her long legs. She was dressed for clubbing. I watched her glance quickly at me and then over to Jamie.

“Hi Caitlyn,” Jamie said, and the name clicked. This was Chris’s girlfriend. I tried not to stare at her, but it was like trying not to look at bright headlights coming straight at you. “This is Rich,” Jamie said, gesturing to me.

“Nice to meet you Rich,” Caitlyn said, and she held out a dainty hand. I took it and shook it carefully, afraid I was going to break her. “Come on in,” she said to both of us, and I followed Jamie into the apartment. They had one of the two bedroom apartments, I quickly realized, noting the different layout and the door leading to the extra bedroom. The living room was larger too, as well as the kitchen area. I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn’t afford a place like this anymore.

The living room was full of people, standing, sitting, talking. They were mostly 20-somethings, mostly dressed for a night out. I started to feel underdressed even in a polo shirt and khakis. I felt monumentally out of place, and anxious. I wondered how long Jamie was going to want to stay here.

I was scanning the room, looking at faces. There were one or two people that I remembered passing in the hallways. I didn’t say much more than hello to anyone but Jamie in the two months or so I lived there. I wasn’t a talkative or social person. I didn’t know anybody’s name. I felt Jamie’s presence at my right side and I was determined to stick by her. She was my lifeline.

I noticed Chris, remembering him from our brief encounter in the laundry room. He was making his way towards us. He looked bigger than I remembered. What was he, 6’2? 6’3? I felt a pang of jealousy, knowing that his girlfriend was Caitlyn. “Hey Chris,” Jamie said as he reached us. He leaned down and hugged her. I noticed he had a beer in each hand.

“‘Sup bro,” Chris was saying to me. “Want a beer?” He asked.

I didn’t, not really, I thought to myself. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was the social convention, I guess. Most of the people I saw were holding a beer. “Sure,” I said, and I took the bottle from Chris.

“Nice turnout,” Jamie said to Chris.

I saw Chris turn and scan the room. “Totally,” he said, his head bobbing. I shouldn’t judge him too harshly, I thought idly. I’m a man of few words too.

I heard a commotion and realized someone was rushing towards us. It was a woman, short and stocky and a riot of color. She had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a multi-colored top and green pants. I got a look at her face and she had blue eyeliner and bright red lipstick that was smeared. This girl’s appearance just shouted ‘I’m a mess’ and I guessed she was Jamie’s friend Sue. “Jamie!” She squealed, and I watched, startled as she grabbed Jamie in a bear hug.

“Oh, hey Sue,” Jamie said nonchalantly. Sue must nearly tackle her every day.

“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re here,” Sue said. “I have so much to tell you.” I watched as Sue took Jamie by the shoulder and started to lead her away. “I had a long talk with Brad last night…”

They were already moving away into the crowd. Jamie turned and looked at me apologetically. I was able to track them with my eyes until Sue pulled Jamie into one of the bedrooms, and then they were gone.

What do I do, do I follow them? Here I was, alone at this party where I didn’t know anybody except for Jamie and… Chris. I realized that Chris was still standing beside me. He was shaking his head. “Chicks, man. Chicks,” he mumbled, and then he took a swig of his beer and started walking away, leaving me alone.

Yeah, this was a nightmare, I was thinking to myself. I started out thinking that this would be ‘the night’ with Jamie, and instead I was standing here alone at this party. Well, it could still happen, I thought, I just had to be patient and wait for Jamie. I was still standing by the door, and I started to move cautiously through the crowd, careful not to bump into or make eye contact with anyone. It seemed like a nice enough group of people, I was just too much of an introvert to want to mingle.

I inched my way over to an unoccupied spot by a wall and leaned up against it with bayrampaşa escort bayan a sigh. I had a prop beer and a spot all to myself. I was set, content to stand quietly and people watch for however long I needed to. I found my gaze drifting to Caitlyn. She was hard to miss because of her height and her shiny top. She was the exact opposite of Jamie, I mused, tall and thin and blonde and flat-chested. I wondered if she had any personality at all. She and Chris seemed like a perfect couple, young and attractive and vapid.

Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour. I started to lose track of time. People were coming and going. I kept staring at the doorway to the bedroom that Sue dragged Jamie into, but there was no sign of either of them. How long could they go on talking? I thought to myself over and over that I would just go and check on Jamie, but I didn’t want to intrude on whatever was going on in there.

I started getting tired of standing there, tired of passing time standing against a wall at a party where I didn’t really know anybody. I started thinking to myself that I would just leave, walk back down to my apartment down the hall and back to my quiet room and comfy recliner. If Jamie ever got herself away from Sue and came looking for me, I’m sure she would find me. I mean, why would she be mad if I left? She ditched me, after all.

I was in the process of psyching myself up to go when I sensed somebody moving into my personal space. I jumped, startled, and focused on the person that was suddenly beside me. It was a girl, a woman, tall and thin, with curly blonde hair down to her shoulders and bright hazel eyes, a button nose and freckles. If it wasn’t for a fashion model-caliber beauty like Caitlyn strutting around the room this woman would easily be the best looking person in it. “Hello,” she said, a little loudly, like she had to shout over a lot of noise to be heard, except it wasn’t that noisy. It was obvious she was inebriated. “Great party.”

I was so ready to leave; it took some willpower to stop myself from walking away from her. I was an introvert, but I wasn’t rude. I would humor her and when she got bored with me I would leave. “Yeah,” I said.

“You work with Chris?” She asked, and I was in such a bored stupor that it took me a moment to remember who Chris was.

“Uh, no,” I said, “I live down the hall.”

“Oh,” she said, “‘Cause you look like a guy that I used to know that worked with Chris and I thought that maybe he would be here tonight…”

She kept on rambling but I tuned her out. I was staring off at the doorway again, wondering about Jamie. What would happen if she came out just then and saw me talking to this woman? Would she be upset? Would it make her jealous? What were we anyway? We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, that was for sure. I felt a sudden surge of irritation toward Jamie. I was waiting for her. I was always waiting for her. To hell with it.

“… so I decided to come here for a while. You’re real quiet,” she said to me. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Rich,” I said.

“Hi Rich I’m Ashley,” she said, “I’m Caitlyn’s sister.” She held out her hand and I shook it. Her grip was a little firmer than Caitlyn’s.

I stared at Ashley. Caitlyn’s sister, huh? Now that she said it I could see the resemblance. Similar eyes, similar bone structure. Ashley was a little shorter and her blonde hair was curly. She was a little heavier, but it was in all the right places. I never went for the skinny girls anyway. Now that I thought about it, if you put Caitlyn and Ashley side by side and asked me which one was prettier, I would’ve picked Ashley.

“Are you here with someone?” Ashley asked me.

I froze. Yeah, I was here with Jamie, I said inside my head. I looked over at the doorway again. There was still no sign of Jamie. It wasn’t really her fault, a voice in the back of my head said; she’s being a good friend to Sue. She would probably rather be with me. No, it’s been what, an hour by now? She should’ve found a way to check in on me at least. For all I know she’s sitting there thinking I must have left a long time ago. “I came with my neighbor Jamie,” I eventually said lamely. There. That was a good, neutral response.

“Oh, okay,” Ashley said. “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”

Do I? I felt a surge of self-awareness. I had a feeling that there were eyes on me now, people seeing us talking and wondering what was going on. Who is that guy talking to Caitlyn’s sister? They would be thinking. Didn’t he come in with Jamie? I wondered about Ashley. I desperately wished I had some kind of wingman with me just then for advice. Ashley might be an alcoholic, or looking to cheat on a large, scary boyfriend with a complete stranger. She might be a psycho hose beast. She might be somebody to avoid at all costs. Somebody else might already know those things. I was completely in the dark here.

“We can go to your place,” Ashley added. “It’ll be quieter there.”

Yeah, it would, I thought idly. escort bayan bahçelievler I did want to get out of there, and walking out the door with the prettiest girl in the room was any guy’s fantasy. What were Jamie and I really? Friends who did stuff? Neighbors who got a little too neighborly? We didn’t have a real relationship. It wouldn’t be cheating, I thought to myself firmly, although I couldn’t shake a guilty feeling. “Okay, let’s go,” I finally said. I put a hand on her shoulder and started to gently steer her toward the door.

I was hyper-alert, aware of the people that were now definitely watching us leave. I half-expected for someone to block our path and start telling me what a bad idea this was. I was also expecting Jamie to emerge at that moment, just in time to see us leaving. I glanced at the doorway again and again but she wasn’t there. We reached the door and Ashley stumbled a bit. How drunk was she? This really was an awful idea. For all I know she was just going to end up puking in my bathroom.

Suddenly we were out in the hallway. This was happening, for better or for worse, I thought. I moved beside Ashley now, taking hold of her arm and leading her down the hall. She started to lean against me, and I found myself helping to keep her upright. “I’m not really drunk,” Ashley said, although a slight slur in her speech said otherwise, “I’m just not used to walking in heels.”

I glanced down and she was indeed tottering on high heels. They were probably four inch heels. I originally thought Ashley was about 5’9, but when those heels came off she would probably be more like 5’6, maybe. “Okay, well take it easy,” I said, taking a firmer grip on her arm.

“Thanks, you’re such a nice guy,” Ashley said.

Yeah, whatever, I thought sarcastically. We were alone in the hallway, and I peeked over my shoulder once or twice, expecting to see Jamie behind us. We passed the door to Jamie’s apartment and then reached mine. “Here we are,” I mumbled and fumbled for the key in my pocket. I looked at Ashley again, her pretty face giving me the impetus to press forward, even though I thought I was probably making a huge mistake one way or another. I pushed the door open and led her inside.

I watched Ashley’s eyes as she scanned my nearly empty apartment. What was she thinking, I wondered. Then with a start I realized she was looking at the chair still sitting beside the wall in my living room. The wall that was beside Jamie’s bedroom. The chair where I would sit when Jamie and I…

“I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut,” Ashley suddenly blurted out. I turned to face her. “I don’t do this usually. This… isn’t me.” She started moving and I helped her over to my recliner where she sat down and immediately pulled off her heels. I quickly pulled the chair away from the wall and sat in front of her.

“I’m about to turn 35, you see,” Ashley said, “And I’ve never done a crazy thing in my life. My party girl sister Caitlyn was going to take me out tonight and get me hammered and get me laid,” she said with a smirk. “I don’t want to go through with it. I had to get out of there.”

“So, I saw you holding up the wall, and I thought to myself, there’s my kind of wallflower. You were my excuse to get out of there. I’m sorry if you thought you were picking up an easy score,” Ashley said.

“No, nothing like that,” I said quickly. “I’m not like that.”

“I didn’t think so,” Ashley said, “A nice young man like you.”

“Young man?” I blurted out. How young did she think I was? Here we go again, I thought.

“I’m sorry,” Ashley said, “You’re what, 25?”

It was my turn to smirk. “Try 40,” I said.

“Get out!” Ashley shouted. She leaned in closer to me. “I may have thought you were my age. Maybe,” she added.

“Well, you don’t look your age either,” I said quickly. “You could also pass for 25 easily.”

“Thanks,” Ashley said, and I could see her blush. “So, what are you doing here?” She asked.

I told her my story, my marriage and divorce, how I was pretty much broke and this was all I could afford. She told me hers. She was a total geek tomboy. She had a masters degree in mathematics. She was an actuary. She worked 60 hours most weeks. She owned a condo a few blocks away.

“I just got out of a long term relationship,” Ashley said, “With an attorney. I worked a lot but he never saw the light of day. We hardly ever saw each other. We would get together once a week if we were lucky. It’s probably one of the reasons why it took so long to realize we weren’t right for each other. He never committed to me in any way. You’d think after a few years we would move in together, or get engaged. I never even met his family. That should’ve been enough of a warning sign. Sorry,” Ashley said, “I babble when I drink. So why didn’t your marriage work?”

I was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what she had just said. I took a deep breath. “My wife was the old-fashioned type,” I said. “She wanted to stay home while her husband went out and brought home the bacon. Only that’s just not feasible in this day and age unless the guy is making six figures, and I didn’t and never will. She said she wanted to stay home and take care of the house and raise the kids, except she never really took care of the house and we never seriously tried to have kids. So in the end my ex wanted to do… nothing.”

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It was my son’s first day of pre k at the local school. They make all the parents come the first day to meet the teacher and make sure the kids are ok. We walk in the classroom and they have seats picked out for us, so we sit down and I start filling out all his paperwork. After 15 mins or so the teacher starts talking. Looking around I see that I’m the only dad in the room. There are a few grandmothers but the rest of the kids are all there with mom. We go through all the rules and guidelines as she explains how she runs her class. They give us a tour of the building and we are done for the day.

Later that week I see a mom dropping her daughter off in my son’s room. I don’t remember seeing her during orientation. On the drive home I stop to get gas. As I’m leaving the pump, I see the same mom is walking by up the street towards where I live. It’s a small town so the school is a little less than half a mile from the edge of town. I go home park the car and go about my day.

Shortly after heading inside the house there is a knock at the door. As I open the door I see it’s the fedex driver. I sign for my package and turn to go back inside. At the end of the block is see the mystery mom crossing the street. I hang out on checking the mail box so I can see where she lives without looking like a creeper. She heads inside a house half way up the next block. The rest of the week is more of the same. She’d drop her daughter off then walk home. At pick up she would get daughter at the door and walk home.

Monday rolls around and it’s time to go to school. It’s raining lightly when we leave. I drop my son off and as I’m walking out the door the mystery mom is walking in. My son called me to get another hug so I quickly went back in to give him one. I asked what he wanted for dinner trying to kill a few moments so I could walk out with the unknown woman. It works. As we leave the classroom I hold the door open for her and she quickly scampers into the hallway. I again held the main door for her to head outside.

“Would you like a ride home? I think you live on the same side of town as I do.”

“No thank you. I don’t want to be a pain” she replies sheepishly.

“You aren’t a pain. I know what a boring walk it is plus it’s raining heavier now. Please let me give you a ride.”

“Ok fine but only because it’s raining.” She tells me.

She quickly gets in the car. I extend my hand telling her my name. Surprised at first she looks at my hand extends hers and tells me her name is Taffy.

“Ohh I love eating saltwater taffy” I say winking at her.

She smiled and called me lame. I ask where she lives and let her point out the direction. We get to her block and I turn around dropping her off at the door. I give her my cell number and tell her to text me anytime she wants or needs a ride to school. She thanks me again and heads towards şişli escort bayan her house.

Taffy and I text a few times back and forth. Mainly when I see the weather isn’t going to be all that good and ask if she wants a ride. She never refuses and we end up taking the kids to school together everyday. A lot of small talk waiting for the kids to get out of school reveals that she is new to the area, a single mom and looking for both a job and a car. She finds a job within a few weeks and I help her out with rides whenever I can.

A few months into the school year I have elbow surgery. I live in a split house and even though my ex is staying in one half she refuses to take my son to school. I ask Taffy if she can take my son to school for a few days until I’m cleared to drive.

One night a couple days after surgery I’m up due to pain. I grab my meds and jump on social media waiting for them to kick in. I get a text from Taffy asking if I’m awake. I joke that she is peeking through my window and hoping I go to sleep so she could sneak in and have her way with me. She laughs and proceeds to tell me if I want that I just have to walk up the street. We go back and forth for a few mins before she tells me she is getting a shower since she just got home from work. I tell her to leave the door open and I’ll be waiting for her to get out. She doesn’t believe me so I dare her to leave the door front door unlocked. A few seconds later I have a text saying “the doors open but you don’t have it in you to show up”.

Not to disappoint her or miss out on whatever Taffy has in mind, I decide to make the walk up the street. I walk up to the door and reach for the knob. It is indeed unlocked. I let myself in. She has all lights off so as I try to make my way through her house all I have is the light from the street lamps. Not waiting to use my flash light in my phone in case someone would call the cops. I found the couch and sit right in the middle of it. I see Taffy’s phone sitting in the table. I know she will definitely be coming back into the living room after her shower. I sit and play on my phone, waiting for her to come see me sitting there.

A few minutes go by and I hear footsteps. I have no idea who it is so I turn my screen down and push it against my leg. Taffy comes walking into the living room. She has on a pair of panties and a tank top. As she walks closer to the table I say “told you I’d show up.” Taffy jumps as I caught her off guard, scaring the holy hell out if her. She reaches to try and smack me. I caught her arm and pull her to the sofa.

As soon as Taffy hits the cushion my hand slides between her legs. My hand runs between her thighs until it hits her panty covered pussy. I tease her at first- rubbing all over her pussy through her panties. Taffy’s body is aching for attention. She is breathing hard bağcılar escort bayan and rocking her hips trying to get my fingers inside of her. She gets sick if my teasing reaching down and pulling her panties to the side. Her pussy is shaved bare. Smooth a silk. I can tell she just shaved in the shower with hope I’d show up.

I rotate my thumb around her clit, barely letting my finger touch her. She again starts bucking her hips. Pushing her pussy towards me as if begging me to enter her. I enjoy teasing her so much. I slowly slide my thumb down the length of her slit between her pussy lips. Her body moving with anticipation as my finger closes in on her entrance. Her hips stop moving as if frozen in place- pushing towards my hand. Just as my thumb begins to enter her I slide my hand back to her clit. “Oh you bastard” she growls at me. This time I press my thumb on her clit pushing on it as I rotate. Her hips being bucking wildly. She moans while biting her lip. Her hand grabs my wrist as she begins to squeeze my wrist. I work my thumb as fast as I can. With a deep moan Taffy throws her head to the back of the couch and releases my wrist. “1-0. I’m winning” I say with an evil smirk on my face.

Taffy pushes me off the couch and lays down quickly. “Shut up and fuck me already” she demands. Her shorts are still pulled to the side as I pull my shirt and shorts off quickly. As I crawl into the couch between Taffy’s legs she says to wait. She picks up her phone and under it lays a condom. “I’m not on the pill” she says in a disappointed voice. I open the condom slipping it on my hard cock. “Go slow. I haven’t been with anyone since my kids dad. I left him 3 years go”

I lower myself between Taffy’s legs and grab my dick. I push up against her and re-align my cock. As I push my cock into her she lets out a soft moan. I pull back just a little and rock back and forth into her. My cock sliding deeper and deeper with each trust. Her pussy is so tight around my cock I’m not sure it’s all going to fit. As I pull out she lifts her hips, pulling her panties down. I move and rip them off the rest of the way. Taffy lays back down this time spreading her legs as wide as she can. I again line my cock up and push. This time I push much harder. Forcing half my cock into her tight little pussy. Taffy lets out a moan that of pain and pleasure. Her pussy begins to adjust to my cock as I continue to thrust into her. I pull out to the point where only the head of my cock is still inside her pussy.

I push back into her with full force. Driving my entire cock deep inside her wet tight pussy. She moans loud as my balls smack off her ass. I continue to pull all but the head out and slam back into her. Fucking her hard and deep into the sofa. Taffy reaches up grabbing the back of my head pulling me down into her. We are cheek too cheek escort bayan zeytinburnu as I pound her like no one else ever has. My cock hammering fast in and out if her. Her pussy juices run down her ass and gather in a puddle on the couch.

“Fuck me please! Please keep going! God I’m going to cum. I need your cock inside me. Please don’t stop! Please god get me off!” Taffy moans in my ear. A few more thrusts and Taffy’s body bucks and her back arches.

I continue to fuck her pussy as she cums harder than anytime in her life. Her back still arched as her hips begin to wiggle as if trying to fit more of me inside her. She tells me to stop and I do, leaving my hard cock smashed deep inside her pussy. “We need to switch positions”. She says as she pulls her legs from around me. I sit on the couch next to the puddle of juices she left and pull the condom off. I push her to her knees in front of me. Looking up at me she grabs my cock at the base.

“I’ve never swallows before” slips from her mouth just before she locks her lips around my cock. She didn’t have much experience with big cocks and it shows as she struggles to fit my cock in her mouth. She tried to keep things moving by stroking my shaft and her tongue working the head of my cock. As she works up more saliva it starts running down my shaft. Her hand still stroking my cock, she picks up pace as her spit covers my shaft and her fingers. I move my hand to the back of her head and push. Forcing my cock into her mouth. Not wanting to gag her, I only push a little. The head of my cock disappears into her mouth followed by some of my shaft. I pull her head off and start pumping her face up and down on my cock.

As Taffy gets used to having a big dick in her mouth she takes over moving her head up and down. The sound of extra saliva escaping between her lips and my cock fill the room. She is drooling all over my cock. My shaft and balls are covered as she continues to take more and more of my cock with her eager mouth. Bobbing her head up and down as fast as she can without my cock slipping from her mouth. I grab her head again. This time she locks her mouth around around my cock as I begin pumping her face up and down my shaft.

As I face fuck Taffy her hand keeps her from gagging. With me working her head she focuses her efforts on her tongue- pushing it against my shaft, rubbing it along it and the underside of my head as I fuck her mouth. I let her know I’m going to cum. She moves her hand from my shaft and I push her head down all the way. Bumping against the back of her throat she gags on my cock her mouth watering even more. I keep my hand in her head working my cock in her mouth. As I get ready to unload I pull her head up leaving just the tip of my cock in her mouth. I let out a groan as I begin to cum in her mouth. She tries hard to swallow it all some leaking from between her lips. I let go of her head. My cock still In her mouth. Her hand grabs my shaft again as she begins stroking my cock trying to push out every bit of cum inside me.

Taffy finishes sucking my cock and let it slip from her mouth. “You coming back again next time you are up late?” She asks. I tell her to text me and find out.

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Note from Slick: I added Chapter three to the first two chapters for your ease and enjoyment. All rights reserved.

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Lunch Buds Ch. 01

They started on the job on the same day which happened to be on Monday April 1st. Sarah Jenkins had just graduated from small St. Mary’s College whereas Jack Wilson graduated from the much larger University of Illinois. Both were engaged to their high school sweethearts and life for both was as good as it could be.

After the human resources spill on medical benefits they were released for lunch. Both gathered their paperwork and headed for the elevator.

“I saw a small pub a couple of blocks from here,” Jack said to the cute petite blonde girl. “Would you like to join me?”

Sarah was as shy as they came. “I don’t drink.”

He held back his laughter. “They serve Coke. We don’t have much time before we have to be back.”

Sarah thought about it and he had seemed nice all morning. Plus it would give her a chance to meet someone who worked at the office. “OK.”

Lunch was awkward at first but after about ten minutes they loosened up and talked about their fiancées and their upcoming weddings. On the way back to the office they continued talking and laughing.

That afternoon Sarah and Jack were led to their work cubicles which were right across from each other. “I guess we will be seeing and hearing a lot from each other.” Tom grinned.

“I guess so,” she answered. Later that evening she told her live-in fiancé Brad about Jack. “He’s nice and we had a great lunch.”

“Should I be worried?” Brad joked.

“Worried?” She asked not sure at first what he meant. Then it hit her. “Why does everything have to be about sex?”

“Hey, I was joking. You know that I go out to lunch with some of the female grad students.”

“It wasn’t funny,” she sighed.

*****

“I did meet a girl who also started today,” Jack told his live-in fiancée Ashley.

“That’s nice,” Ashley said as she watched the small TV sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Did you hear anything that I just said?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he frowned.

*****

For the remainder of the week Jack and Sarah spent most of their time in training sessions. On Friday morning as they stood waiting by the coffee maker Jack said, “How about lunch today?”

“I uh…brought a lunch,” she frowned.

“So you’re going to make me eat alone.”

Sarah smiled. “OK….OK…lunch it is.”

“Around noon by the elevator.”

“Deal,” she smiled.

*****

Sarah was waiting about 10 minutes before Jack finally showed. “I’m so sorry. Mr. Franklin grabbed me and I couldn’t just break away.”

“That’s OK,” she smiled. They moved quickly out of the building to the small pub again. They found the same booth at the rear open. “So what’s new?”

“The job mostly,” Jack answered. He looked into her baby blue eyes trying to figure out what was different.

“Are you staring at me?” She asked.

“Something is different.”

“What is it?” She giggled.

“It’s your hair. You got it cut.”

“I’m glad someone noticed,” she groaned. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” He said not wanting to get too personal. “So Brad didn’t notice.”

“After living together for two years I think I have to dance on the table to get his attention.”

“It would get mine,” Jack laughed.

“JACK!” She gasped.

“Sorry,” he smiled. “It just slipped out.”

They spent the remainder of their lunch discussing their jobs and found the time went too fast. As they paid their bills Jack asked, “How about we meet every Friday for lunch?”

“Every Friday for how long?” She whispered wondering if such an arrangement was crossing the friendly workers line.

“I guess until we want it to end,” he answered. “I enjoy talking to you.”

She realized that she felt the same. “OK, let’s do it.” She held out her tiny hand and took his larger one. It was a friendly handshake and not one of sexual tension.

Later that night she told Brad about her lunch arrangement. “Now don’t ask me if you should be worried because you don’t.”

“Of course,” he grinned. “Why would you be interested in him when you have me?”

“Get over your self,” Sarah said shaking her head.

*****

It didn’t go over as big with Ashley. “Lunch every week with another woman. Are you for real?”

“She works with me,” Jack said for the third time. “It’s no different than if I went with another guy.”

“That’s not the point,” she sighed. “We are trying to save money for the wedding.”

“$15 a week! You’re joking right? We pay for our own lunch.”

“I don’t go out for lunch,” she threw back.

“Well, yes but you work for your daddy and he has lunch brought in every day.” Jack stood and walked out of the kitchen.

*****

Sarah was in her cube on Monday morning when Jack arrived. “How was your weekend?”

“Not bad,” she answered. “And yours?”

“Mostly wedding stuff.”

“Same here. I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

Jack was standing by her desk when she turned. His escort bayan sultangazi eyes automatically glanced at her bare legs when the chair turned and he saw a glimpse of her white panties. He looked up quickly.

“Oops, I better be more careful,” she blushed noting where his eyes had been.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not,” she giggled as she grabbed her coffee cup. “Do you want to walk to the break room with me?”

“Sure,” he grinned. It was cool being friends with a female.

This relationship went on for the next month and it was a retirement party that broke up the routine.

“Are you going?” Sarah asked Jack at lunch.

“I really don’t know the guy,” Jack answered. “But I guess I should go.”

“Yeah, I feel the same but I’m only going to go if you do.”

“That’s cool,” Jack grinned. “Will Brad let you go?”

“Will Ashley let you?” She smiled.

“Yes.”

“Same here,” Sarah said pushing her tiny pink tongue out at him.

*****

“On a Friday night?” Brad repeated. “How late will you be?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered. “Why?” What was pissing her off was that he went out with the grad students at least two Friday’s per month.

“So you won’t be home to make dinner?”

“I wonder why I’m getting married to you,” she whispered not loud enough for him to hear it.

“What?”

“Pizza….I said you can order yourself a pizza,” she lied.

*****

Jack met Sarah at her car the next morning. “Looks like I’m all set for the retirement party.”

“It’s out on the outskirts of town. Maybe we should drive together?” She asked.

“Sure, I’ll drive and you can leave your car here.”

“OK,” she smiled. They walked into the building and then into the elevator where another man Paul joined them on the trip to their floor. After they left the lift Paul pulled Jack aside. “So are you getting any of that?”

Jack followed Paul’s eyes to Sarah’s cute butt walking away. “We’re just friends.”

“Right,” Paul laughed. “Word around is that you two go to lunch.”

“Jesus,” Jack gasped. “Well tell those who are starting such garbage that we are JUST FRIENDS!”

When he made it to his desk and turned on his computer he saw an email from Sarah.

(What was that all about?) She had heard his raised voice as she exited the lobby area.

He typed back. (I’ll tell you when we are alone).

(Now you have me wondering)

(Pub for lunch?)

Sarah knew that it was Monday but couldn’t wait. (Yes)

(Meet me at the pub)

(OK)

*****

Jack was sitting in the booth when she walked in. She moved into the seat and asked, “What did he say?”

“Well we should have expected it,” Jack frowned. “He asked me if I was……..you know…getting any from you?”

Sarah covered her mouth. “Oh God!”

“He said that the word was that we go to lunch together.”

“Word, like meaning the whole office?”

“Yes, since we go to lunch together then we must be sleeping together.”

“We’re both engaged!” She gasped out loud.

“People like to gossip.”

The waitress came by and they ordered their normal sandwiches and called them by name. “What are we going to do?” She asked.

Jack blew out a burst of air. “Nothing. We are doing nothing but being friends and have nothing to hide.”

“But, I’m the woman,” she whispered. “It’s different.”

Both remained silent as they finished their meals. Finally Sarah spoke after paying her bill. “I think we have to cool it for a while.”

Jack frowned but knew she was right. He didn’t respond. As they walked back she turned. “Maybe I should walk in first.”

He sighed and stopped as she walked ahead of him.

Later that day she sent him another email. (Why are you so quiet).

(I’m disappointed).

(Me too).

*****

For the next three days the two stayed as far away from each other as possible. They smiled and waved but didn’t get too close. Finally Jack sent her an email on Thursday.

(How about the retirement party tomorrow night?).

(I don’t think I’m going). She replied.

(I won’t either).

Jack’s and Sarah’s bosses both stopped by their desks to ask if they were going to the retirement party. They both said they were busy but their bosses told them how important it was to honor those who retire. They both said they would try to work it out.

(I think I’m going to the party) Sarah’s email to him said late on Thursday afternoon.

(Same here) He sent back.

(I don’t want to drive alone)

(Good, you can come with me) he typed. He rolled his chair back and saw her looking over at him. Both smiled.

*****

They didn’t go to lunch together on Friday but met in the parking deck after work. They saw others looking their way as Sarah moved into Jack’s car. “There’s going to be more talking.”

“I don’t care. We have nothing to hide.” She said as she pushed down her skirt.

Thirty minutes later they pulled into the restaurant parking lot and moved into the building. escort bayan fatih The retirement party was out on a patio and when they made it out there they saw that some employees had left work early and had already had a few drinks.

“There’s Maggie,” Sarah whispered seeing another woman she knew. “I’ll be over there.”

Jack moved to the three guys standing by the bar. One of them was Paul. “I see you have your woman,” Paul smirked.

“My woman friend,” Jack corrected. “We’re both engaged and about to be married in a few months. But NOT to each other.”

“Sure,” Paul grinned as he smacked Jack on his back. Jack thought about decking him but held back.

For the next hour the booze flowed and most were feeling a good buzz. Jack and Sarah kept an eye on each other but did their best to keep apart. But after her third wine she decided she didn’t care.

“Hi,” she smiled as she walked up to him as he looked down over a small garden area and lake. “So are the boys giving you a hard time?”

“A little,” he smiled. She had unbuttoned her top two blouse buttons and he saw the rise of her breasts for the first time. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” she giggled. “I had three glasses.”

They all stopped talking as the Vice President spoke about the man retiring and then heard the man talk about seeing his grandkids more and taking some time to travel. They all applauded and each shook his hand. Afterwards the bar stayed open as some left and some stayed. Jack could see that Sarah was too high to take to her car. “We better take a walk.”

She flashed her eyelids. “Where are you taking me?”

“Down by the lake.” They put their drinks down and walked down a long flight of stairs. At the bottom the path took them through some lovely flowers and trees until they stood by a calm deep blue lake.

“It’s lovely,” she said as she leaned against his arm for support. Her head was slightly spinning but she really felt good.

Jack stared ahead and whispered, “So are you.”

Sarah smiled but didn’t respond. “Let’s walk some more.”

Since they were out of view from the restaurant Sarah took his hand for support. “Don’t get any ideas,” she giggled.

They moved around some small bushes and then heard a woman laughing. “Shhh,” Jack said as he pulled Sarah down behind some shrubs and peeked into a small clearing by the lake.

“You shouldn’t do that,” a woman said. “Paul!”

“Who is it?” Sarah asked as she moved down behind Jack and looked over his shoulder.

“It’s Paul but I don’t recognize the woman. She has her back turned.”

“Just touch it,” Paul said.

“But, I’m a married woman,” the unknown female gasped.

Sarah moved lower but couldn’t see. “What is she doing?”

Jack felt her small breasts pushing into his back but didn’t move away. “I think she is jerking him off.”

“Oh God,” Sarah gasped. She had never seen anyone having sex except in the movies.

“Move in front,” Jack whispered. He shifted to the side to allow her petite body in front of him. He had seen the woman actually stroking Paul’s hard cock and wondered what reaction Sarah would have.

“Oh my,” Sarah gasped when she saw the red crown of Paul’s penis resting on the woman’s closed hand.

“We should go,” Jack whispered while pushing his head and lips closer to Sarah’s ear. His left hand moved down around her thin waist.

“Not yet,” she said breathing rapidly. She watched as the woman’s hand moved away exposing his whole manhood.

“Kiss it,” Paul whispered.

Sarah gasped as the woman moved to Paul’s feet and turned her head to kiss the swollen cock head. “Oh God its Maggie.”

“Really?” Jack asked as he pushed closer. His hip moved into Sarah’s soft buttocks.

“She’s going to……” Sarah whispered as Maggie’s lips opened and engulfed four inches of Paul’s six inch hard-on.

Jack’s head was against the side of hers and his hand was low on the side of her hip. “Jesus she’s sucking his cock.”

Sarah heard the dirty word and turned to look into Jack’s eyes. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s OK, you can say anything you want to me,” she smiled. She turned back and saw her take his whole length inside. “Does Ashley do that to you?”

“No,” Jack answered.

“Do you?” He asked.

“No, I mean I don’t….really suck it..I….,” she stopped. “I…just lick it.”

Jack’s heart was racing. “Does Brad go down on you?”

Sarah’s body was on fire. “Yes, sometimes he kisses my….my..”

“Your pussy.” Jack’s fingers moved over and around her hip feeling the thin bikini panties through the skirt.

“Yes my…..pussy,” she giggled. “Look.”

Jack looked and watched as Maggie pulled up her dress and pushed down her black satin panties. She held the dress high enough for Sarah and Jack to see that her pussy was completely shaven.

“She has no pussy hair,” Jack said getting into the talking dirty mode with her. As Maggie straddled Paul’s hips and lowered her damp hole down onto Paul’s pole Jack whispered, “Do you shave?”

“Jack.”

“Well you said escort bayan etiler I could say anything,” he chuckled.

They watched as Maggie’s body rose and fell. Her dress prevented them from seeing his cock entering and exiting her bald pussy.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I shave some. Does Ashley?”

“She shaves it into a thin strip,” Jack answered.

“OH GOD PAUL!” Maggie cried out as she climaxed. She lifted her dress and looked down as his pink tower pumped in and out.

Jack’s hand was now covering Sarah’s whole left buttock. But she reached down and pulled it away. “We better go.”

They moved slowly and quietly backward until they were far enough away and then stood and hurried back towards the restaurant. “We can’t touch,” Sarah said not looking at him as they climbed the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoping that it would stop them from being close. “I guess I was caught up in the heat of the moment.”

“I know….me too.” She said as she turned and pulled him until they were looking eye to eye. “I really like you but we can’t cross the line.”

“Deal,” he grinned. They hurried up to the top and a few minutes later saw Maggie walk up alone. No one seemed to notice when Paul moved up later.

“They are both married,” Sarah said as she watched Maggie move over and talk to another woman.

“Yes, now I know why he wondered if we were doing it.”

“Because he is,” Sarah ended the thought. “I’m ready to go.”

“Me too.” They said a few goodbyes and headed to his car. After they got to her car in the parking deck she unbuttoned her seatbelt and turned his way.

“Friends hug,” she said holding her arms out.

Jack quickly released his seatbelt and moved their bodies together. Her small titties pressed into his chest as he moved cheek to cheek. They both knew that their friendship had jumped to a different level. What level? They didn’t know.

*****

When Sarah drove down her street towards her house she saw another car backing out of her driveway. She slowed and watched as the car and the driver moved by. It was one of the girls from Brad’s graduated program. She parked on the street as she thought about tonight’s adventure by the lake with Jack as well as the girl leaving her house. Ten minutes later she pulled into the garage and moved into the house finding Brad on the sofa in just his boxers.

“I’m home,” she announced walking into the room. “My, aren’t we casual.”

“Just relaxing,” he smiled as he changed the channel on the TV.

“So what did you do tonight?”

“Nothing really. We all went out for a few drinks and then I came home.”

Sarah didn’t mention seeing the girl leaving. “I’m going to bed. Do you want to come up?”

“Na, I’m really tired,” he answered.

“I bet you are,” Sarah whispered as she moved upstairs.

*****

Ashley was already asleep when Jack made it home. He sat watching ESPN with a beer in hand as he thought about Sarah. He did feel as if she was a good friend but at the same time felt a warmth just thinking about her.

On Monday morning she was waiting in her car when Jack pulled into the parking deck. She hurried and entered his car. “Hi.”

“Hello,” he smiled. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“Same as always,” she answered. “I just wanted to say that…….that I had too much to drink on Friday night. I uh..don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me……of us.”

“My impression is that we are good friends,” he smiled.

“Good,” she grinned. “I still can’t believe that Maggie and Paul…”

“Me neither,” he said watching a car pull up across from them. “You better duck down.”

Sarah quickly leaned her head over the gear shift lever between their seats. “Are they gone?”

Jack laughed. “Maybe you leaning over like that was not a good idea.”

Sarah’s head lifted showing her red embarrassed face. “I told you that I don’t do that.”

He opened the car door and moved out. “Oh yeah that’s right you only lick it.”

“Hey!” She cried out as she ran after him to lightly smack his arm. “That’s a secret.”

Paul came by later and stood in Jack’s cube area as he peeked across at Sarah. “She really is cute.”

Jack saw where he was looking. “Careful or I’ll have to tell Maggie.”

“What?” Paul asked while moving closer to Jack. “Why did you say that?”

“Nothing,” Jack grinned. “How about I don’t mention her name again and you don’t say anything about Sarah and me anymore?”

Paul grinned. “Deal.”

*****

On Friday Jack met Sarah at the pub for lunch. “So what’s new?”

“When I got home last Friday a girl was leaving my house,” Sarah whispered. “When I asked Brad what he did that night he didn’t mention the girl being there.”

“I doubt if he did anything,” Jack said. “He probably doesn’t want you to think something happened so he didn’t mention it.”

“We’ve always been truthful and told each other everything.”

“Did you tell him that you saw a man and woman having sex by the lake?”

“No…….I guess you’re right.” She smiled and a few minutes later they left.

*****

Another month went by as Jack and Sarah became even friendlier. They talked about the weddings coming up and about their honeymoons. It was a short time later when they were asked to attend a four day trade show in Atlantic City along with two other employees which happened to be Maggie and Paul.

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It made me think for a good time how should I write this first fantasy to Literotica. There’s so much of the erotica here that I couldn’t stop jacking-off while I read stories about BBWs being sucked, licked and fucked. I guess it would be a great idea if I start this series of my fantasies with a conjugal scene.

As for me, I’m a skinny male, who has spent his thirty one years of life residing in India. My beautiful wife Shoma knows well how to cook eatables as tasty as herself and to keep our home in order as a knack housewife. Unlike most Indian women who are darker in complexion, she is a voluptuous, twenty seven years old nymph with rosy-pale complexion and I’m always turned-on to roam my hands over her curvaceous soft contours. Being a 39DD/29/38 loveliness she looks elder to me apparently and sometimes we enjoy playing our games regarding this.

How do we make love? It’s just a common question. After I got the job in the University, we’ve been residing in a smaller single storey home at the Colony. No one else from our family lives with us and we make love on almost alternative nights. I get excited sometimes just getting a glimpse of her naked belly when she ties the pallu of the sari around her rounding waist. With a naughty gesture I hug her around the waist and play with her thick, long, silken, dark traces that wave down to her huge arse. Laughingly we kiss and hit each other to make fun.

I can’t tell now about all the sessions of our lovemaking, but I’ll include here some narration just to hint for an idea that may fit to a fantasy.

One night after taking supper we go to our bedroom to have a happy chat for sometime. Then I proceed to start our adventure. I take her to a corner of the room and we hug while our lips meet in a naughty smack. I press my mouth on hers and my tongue pushes into her full lips. She sucks on my lips and tongue. I roam my hands over her back and ass. She moans into my mouth enjoying the kiss.

I move my mouth to kiss over her neck and then over her big bust which is yet covered under the blouse. I don’t stop there but continue to slobber down her belly over the pallu escort bayan kağıthane and turn my head to kiss on the naked left side of her waist. Then I kiss further down on her hip. My member starts to harden and lengthen just sniffing on her odor when my face gets buried into the folds of her sari under her half naked abdomen. I stroke on her still-covered buttocks and she fingers through my black hair.

I get up and we walk hand-in-hand to our bed. I take-off her sari, unstrap her blouse, untie her chemise, unhook her DD white bra and pull down her equally white panties. Now she stands before me representing her gorgeous, voluptuous stark-naked splendor.

I push her on the bed gently to let her lie on the back; then stoop down myself to lie beside her. My reluctant strokes over her soft flesh send pleasure-waves into her as she closes her eyes. I can’t just stare at this close-eyed beauty but move down to press my mouth over her lips. We hug each other locking our lips together in this passionate kiss.

I’m not so forgetful about the taking glory that lies underneath me but this kiss is indeed a magic. To savor for what I wanted a few moments ago, now the journey of brilliant valleys, plateaus and mountains begins. I kiss her chin, cheeks, nose, almond eyes and forehead. My mouth again covers hers but this time we are gentle. I lick on her neck and kiss further down between her huge mammas. I always prefer to suck her left tit first and so I follow my custom now. I take her left nipple into my mouth, slurp-sucking it. She moans softly and fingers through my hair as I lick and again suck on her erect nipple. My tongue makes licking strokes on her large areola in circles before I suck her tit for the third time.

I kiss my way to her right breast and lap it like a hungry cat. My tongue makes soft strokes over its delicious flesh in circles and licks her nipple. I press my mouth over the areola and hear her say “Ooh…ummm…” I suck her right tit passionately as if it were unwilling to break the contact.

I suck and lick her huge tits for longer moments alternatively escort bayan beyoğlu and then continue to kiss her soft creamy abdomen. I try to push my tongue-tip against her belly-button and lick it in sweep strokes. After pressing my mouth hard on her button, I kiss her body further down. Now I can smell her odorous bushy triangle that has covered her honeyed entrance from the view. I hear her moans as I touch and stroke her soft round thighs.

She shifts on the bed as I push her thighs apart. With left hand I part her dark tendrils that have hidden her tender pink petals. I lick her groins and gently stroke the entrance of her little morsel with right hand. She moans loudly and I can hear her say, “Yesss…aah…ummm…yesss…”

I quickly dive my face into her vaginal slit. I rub my nose into her labia and her moans get even louder. My tongue darts out to lick her swollen clit and I take a bite on that little tasty morsel. Her moans grow louder which excite me even more to lick her labia.

I lick and kiss and suck her cunt with vigor and energy. I don’t want to stop and she doesn’t want me to stop. Her hands now grab my head and due to a mild move of her wider hips, my face seems to get sunk more into her womanhood.

She cries loud and I eat her more. She screams as the pleasure-wave builds at the peak into her quivering petals. With a gushing tension raised into her cunt, she sprays out the fountain of her honey into my thirsty mouth. I drink her cum to the last drop and lick her slit clean of the love-juices. She heaves a sigh of contented release while I continue to serve her cunt with even more gentle licks.

For some time I lick her cunt, kiss her thighs and then crawl over her. We lie on bed in a mutual hug for some time and during that she helps me to be denuded like her. Then we stroke each other to get the recharge and I take the initiative again as I kiss her body from head to toe. I lick her soles, suck her toes and then crawl up slobbering her front all over again.

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss and after breaking it, we shift together. I escort bayan esenler turn her over to lie face down and start to lick her back from nape to flanks. I stroke her bigger bottom and she moans as I lick the crease between her two ass cheeks. I kiss and bite on her buttocks alternatively. Then I continue this service down her legs and lick her ankles. Before turning her to lie on back again, I lick, kiss and suck her buttocks for some time. For rebuilding the heat waves into her I turn her on back, push her thighs apart to lick her cunt and suck her engorged nipples.

We engage in a deep, lip-locking kiss and stroke each other’s bodies. As I squeeze her tits, she reaches down to stroke my hard-rock shaft and guide it to her entry. She hisses as my bulbous tip touches on her sensitive petals. I know they have been lubricated enough to allow the entry my hardened cock into her love-tunnel.

I dive into her sheath and move my hips up before making a second thrust. At first I keep my weapon sunk into her and gently slide it out. I don’t have to move out my tip completely as I make the third thrust. I slide out and thrust into her, again and again, each time increasing my tempo.

Then I grow violent as I fuck her harder and she screams of the pleasure-waves building into her loins. I bite on my lower lip as I thrust and thrust and thrust my cock into her honeyed sheath. Her screams grow louder as she grabs on the blue bed-spread. I raise my tempo to the peak, feeling my glands tighten under the pressure.

And then we are released…Gushes of our juices ooze out and get mixed into her love tunnel at the same time. We scream out our orgasm as I push my hips hard against hers.

For some time I lie atop her. Her legs are parted wide around my narrow hips and our genitals are still merged together. We don’t make any move till our lips meet in a deep kiss.

I get up and turn her to lie face down. I kiss her back from nape to toes and spend more time to kiss her huge ass-cheeks. After licking the crease between them I turn her to lie on back as before. I move down to press my mouth on hers. We kiss passionately. Then I suck her tits and eat her cunt. When she sighs out her release, I lick her clean of the sweetened cum.

Before we engage in two more bouts of fucking, I kiss her body from head to toe and again from toe to head for three more times. Then we fall asleep in a warm snuggling hug for the rest of the night.

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Raina smiles coyly. Ty grabs her shoulders and pulls her to her feet. Ty says to Raina, “You are such a dirty little slut tonight, my dear. Look at you all ready to swallow my cum. Your pussy is oozing cum. You need to get fucked hard, don’t you baby?” Raina struggles in Ty’s grip, trying to kneel back down and continue her loving assault on her husband’s hard cock. Ty wasn’t going to let her out of his hands that easily.

Reaching out he grabbed her shirt and ripped it over her head throwing it to the far side of the pool. A very audible plop was heard as the shirt struck the water. Ty runs his fingers across his wife’s gorgeous chest dipping his fingers in her cleavage until at the last second he turns his hand and runs his fingers over her rock hard nipples. Removing his hands from his wife’s breasts he spins her around and pulls down her skirt. Pushing her up against the bar and leans her forward. Lining up his manhood to her well-lubricated hole he enters her.

Screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, Raina feels her husband’s whole cock sliding into her heated, sex hungry pussy. Sliding out until just the head is at her entrance, he slowly enters her over and over again, loving the sound of his full balls slapping against his wife’s ass. Increasing tempo little by little he drives Raina to the very brink of satisfaction. taksim bayan escort Pulling Raina back until every inch of her body is touching his, Ty unclasps her bra and let’s it fall to the floor. Savagely mauling his wife’s tits pinching and twisting her nipples, he elicits moans of passion and his wife screaming, “Ty for heaven’s sake fuck me. Harder Ty fuck me harder. Mmmm, bite me, baby, make me yours and leave the mark for all to see.”

Complying with his wife’s desires Ty leans forward and bites her neck, applying just enough pressure to bruise her but not break skin. Wrapping his arm around his wife he traces her pussy lips and matching his strokes, he dips a finger into his wife’s tight honey pot then dragging his finger up he starts to circle her engorged clit. “Oh Ty, baby! I’m going to cum, please baby, I need you hard, fast, and deep. Fuck my pussy like I’m a no good little slut!” Ty complies by grabbing ahold of his wife’s hips and relentlessly pounding into her. Eyes cloudy with lust and desire, Ty feels his wife’s pussy clench down on his cock as if it is intent of milking him dry. As suddenly Raina starts bucking hard back against his cock, he feels his balls start to tighten.

Ty says to Raina, “If you wanna swallow my cum love we are going to have to act quickly because your cunt is trying to empty my reserves and I’m almost at the point of no return”. Raina informs her husband that she wants to drink every bit of his semen. Slipping off of his topkapı bayan escort rock hard pole, Raina kneels on the pool deck and engulfs her husband’s cock. Loving the way her pussy tasted on him, she lovingly licked his shaft.

Sucking on his balls she flicked out her tongue letting her tongue ring caress every inch of his manhood. Taking just the head in her mouth and slowly working as much of her husband in her mouth as she could. As soon as she had Ty’s cock well lubed, she started bobbing faster and faster and Ty entangled his hands in her hair and savagely fucked her mouth.

Growling, Ty’s body stiffened and he shot rope after rope of sticky cum down his wife’s throat. Pulling out, he shot four times across her chest and over her face. Raina, ever the cum hungry slut, trails her fingers across her cum glazed chest scooping up every last drop and licking her fingers clean. Going to look in the mirror she sighs in pure bliss. Gathering the cum on her face and swallowing every last drop, Raina proposes a swim.

Walking over towards the pool Raina slips in the water and swims to the far side of the pool. Upon emerging from the depths of the water she sees Ty sitting on the edge of the pool with drinks in his hand. Taking the cold beer Raina slowly sips it down and then just as suddenly upends the bottle draining it completely.

Reaching out she starts to caress her husbands thighs and parts his legs with just a little pressure. Sliding in between his parted escort bayan şirinevler legs Raina teases his semi-erect cock. Sticking out her tongue she lets it trail across his shaft ever so slightly. Ty shudders with the feelings his wife is causing throughout his entire body. Raina bends forward and takes to licking and sucking on her husbands balls as she gives him a slow, loving handjob.

“MMMMM oh yeah baby suck on my balls and stroke my cock baby I wanna fuck that tight little pussy again.”

Raina lets Ty’s balls slowly fall out of her mouth and takes his now fully erect cock in her mouth and starts the best blowjob Ty has ever had. Growling savagely Ty puts his hand behind Raina’s head and grabs a handful of hair. Ty can feel his seed boiling closer and closer to release, he starts fack fucking his wife so hard she could hardly breathe. Raina could hardly breathe with her husbands cock shoved down her throat as he ruthlessly pounded her mouth, but Raina was in Heaven.

Slipping one hand between her legs Raina starts to play with her pussy. Rubbing little circles on her clit and dipping a finger into her cock hungry pussy, bringing herself closer and closer to total bliss. Ty tells his wife that hes close to coming so she increases her speed to cum at the same time as him.

“Ahhhhhh baby im gonna cum, I’m cumming nowwwwwww mmmmm yes swallow that load baby and then in a little bit I’m gonna fill that pussy with my hard cock.”

Fully spent for the moment Ty lets his cock slide out of his hot wifes mouth. “Oh Ty baby I just had the biggest orgasm that I’ve ever had I definitely need to relax for a little bit and then I want you to take me and use me like your own personal little slut.”

Raina smiled a little smile because she knew the fun was farrrrrr from over that night.

To be continued….

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Catherine I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing gets heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say…, but not yet.

Catherine – Chapter 35

Carly – And C’

Two pillows propped under my head giving me a delicious view of this amazingly flexible thirty year old blond, pony tailed bundle of beauty and energy is. Who, right now demonstrating it by straddling my hips while doing a backbend like she could fifteen years ago; just like she’s doing it right now.

Carly, her knees bent, squeezed tight against my hips, her head thrown back, her belly and chest thrusting up towards the ceiling supporting herself with her arms behind her, hands gripping my knees. Tight tendons in her neck betraying the orgasmic crisis that hasn’t become audible yet; number two in less than thirty-five minutes — she did say she was horny! “Girls are fun, she’s told me, but your big cock is what I’ve needed to cum like this.”

Oh My God… what a beauty she is; not a single extra ounce on this girl. Her tight round ass that was filling my hands, her firm breasts with their coat button size areolas, brown M&M nipples brushing across my face, where right now those breasts are just tight mounds stretched over her chest.

Carley’s smooth bald pussy holding my eyes; her tight, glistening pink slit stretched around my thick cock buried in it. Sweet pinky finger tip clit; “Suck it, suck it Swaggart,” she was saying to me over and over the whole time she was grinding that smooth, bald pussy back and forth over my mouth.

My hands gripping those tight round ass cheeks held her down against my mouth as my tongue licked all over her slightly gaped cunt and pink butt hole. And oh, how delicious it was nursing on her pinky finger tip clit.

Orgasm one, was her cuming on my mouth.

Arms bent back over her head; how does she do this? I question.

Tight, stretched thigh muscles, tight well defined belly muscles heaving up and down pulling, pushing each heaving breath in and out of her lungs announcing orgasm number two.

The lady did tell me she was horny for some cock, and mine is what she wanted; what an ego booster to hear! Where right now her very stretched pussy is filled with it.

“Oh… My… God, Swaggart!” Carly at last sitting up, her legs straddling my thighs, her hands coming down onto my pillow, slowly lowering her head to crush her mouth onto mine.

“You,” she says, “were exactly what I needed,” telling me when breaking the kiss.

“Well then, I’m happy to have been of assistance.”

“You certainly have been! She tells me. “But Oh…, my pussy! And after taking you on, she says, it takes time for it to recover.”

On hearing that I can almost believe it; she is so deliciously tight!

“Now sit up,” she’s telling me, “I need to do some serious cock riding! But please don’t cum in me; it’s the wrong time of the month; if you know why.”

“I have very good self control, lady; so rut away!”

And Oh…, does she ever!

This sweet toned gymnast has more moves than her gymnastic floor exercise. And she’s using all those moves on my tortured cock right now.

And, Oh, My God… what a sweet, fuck she is!

Minutes of her gyrating hips and bouncing ass — smack, smack, smack the sound of those round ass cheeks landing against my thighs; only pausing long enough to tease her tits in my face; where I sometimes, catch a nipple as she rubs them across it.

“My God Girl, you’re killing me!” Where just in time it’s lifting her up and off my exploding cock, spurting streams of cum up between us. And now with cum slick bellies and mutual heavy breathing and where it was the sounds of many, many body bouncing bed noises, it’s now only our heavy breathing.

Loosening my hold on her, she leans back, “You must have been saving that up,” she says. “Look at me… I’m covered with you!” She says,” has both us laughing together. “No lady, it’s just the usual me.”

“Now tell me about the tour,” asking her.

One hour later, and very reluctantly waving good night, it’s Carly driving up the driveway to a momentary stop before her left turn and car tail lights disappearing down the road; thank you, Carly! You were just what I needed too.

But now it’s back in the house to find my cell phone buzzing on the island top; Catherine, displayed on the screen

But instead of answering her call, I’ll get the coffee maker set up and ready for morning. Then weather the storm I’m going to hear by ignoring her; she hates when I do it. “How dare you ignore me!” I’ll hear.

My phone buzzed again. And with a glance at the time displayed on the coffee maker I’ve just finished with; it’s late. So why call me now?

“Hello me!”

“Where have you been and why haven’t you answered my calls!” Is what I get, instead of her usual; “Hi it’s me.”

“I’ve had a busy evening, Catherine. You know, my class over at the college. And after that, I stopped by the gym to see a friend; escort etiler she’s the assistant coach to the women’s gymnastic team. Who had been on a cross country tour of exhibitions. Who got in late last night; as I found out on my morning phone call to Erin. Where Sally came on, after my saying goodbye to Erin, to tell me the team was back. Sally got a late night call from Carly; who’s a long time friend of Sally.”

“Oh… you could have at least found a moment to answer one of my calls.” Catherine, sarcastically telling me

“One of your calls.., how many did you make?”

“Enough that you could have found time to answer at least… one of them,” she says very afirmetaly.

“Catherine… I was ah… kind of busy… with Carly. You know how that’s been; you with Richard in town. The same way with Carly, who followed me home so she could show me how much she missed fucking me. So it took us a long time to catch up; she really loves riding me. And where she just left a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah… well, I’m glad everything got caught up on; good night Bob!”

Damn, I wonder what Catherine wanted to tell me?

“Late again, huh Swaggart?” John Wearing is coming up to me as I’ve just finished hanging up my jacket. “Another fender bender?” He asked.

“No John, not this morning,” replying.

“Oh then, forgetting to set the alarm again,” his sarcasm in it.

“Not that either, John. All railroad trouble this morning; signaling issues up and down the line; at least that’s what they were telling everyone.”

“So how’s the girl friend, her friend still in town?”

“John!” Sharply turning to him. “Questions like that will get your ass tossed out — pick any one of these eighth story windows! Remember I told you I survived one from higher then that!”

“I thought you told me it was eight stories?” John’s questioning.

“I didn’t want to scare you, John; because it was much higher. But with the blowing, swirling dust and sand obscuring the ground I knew was rushing up at us. Where it was only quick glimpses of that ground that was rushing up at the same time I was counting, one thousand, two thousand, all the way up to, I forget now. Is when we slammed into the ground and skidded nose first into the rocks. Like I told you, all of us were pretty banged up, especially the two pilots, where I told you too, that we had to break, bend, and disassemble, seats, instrument panels and anything else we had to do; with whatever we had at hand, some of us with our own bloody hands, in order to get them free and patch up ourselves too.

“So when I say I was lucky, John. It’s because if we had crashed into those rocks instead of skidding across the ground first, the outcome for the pilots, and maybe the rest of us on board would have had a very different outcome.”

“But you’re asking about Catherine and her friend…it’s been the same as always with them John; him and his wife. Who had been out of the country for some time, so there was much to get caught up on. Although, she did come by my house to give me a taste of what they’ve been up to.

“You mean…” John leaves hanging.

“Mean what John?” Asking him.

“Well…, you know, I mean… old friends and stuff,” he says.

“John, my feelings for Caterine go very deep; but, I don’t own her. She’s married, John. And I’ve understood from the very beginning, everything would be on her terms. Just like this friend and her other friends are on her terms too.”

“Other friends…” John sounded surprised.

“Yeah, John… other friends both male and female.” telling him.

“And I’ll tell you this too, John. She is… in love with me! And that’s why she’ll always come to me; because, I’m in her blood, as she is in mine. And where that goes, who knows.”

“Would you marry her, say…, if she got a divorce?” John’s asking me now.

“I don’t know John, and the reason is, I was married to a woman like Catherine. And that woman can’t stay away from me either!”

“Chick magnet, huh Swaggart?”

“No John, I’m just a really nice guy and the women in my life know that, and that is why they like me and trust me. And that John, I would never betray! But.., don’t ever get on my, non nice guy side; it’s not pretty. For example; there’s a country, with a town, with a house, with a wall, that may still have hair, blood, brains and pieces of skull bone still embedded in it.”

“What The Fuck!” John’s exclamation.

“Coffee, John?”

My phone vibrating in my back pocket stops me mid way from the coat rack to the break area — now what, looking at the screen.

“Hello me,”

“Hi it’s me.” Her reply.

“Okay, and what can I do for you; me?”

“You can have lunch with me?”

“I’d love to, but where?” Asking her.

“Gee.., I should have given that more thought.” She replies.

“Well, there’s a nice dining room in a building right across the street from where I am right now,” telling her.

“No, not there!” That sounded emphatic. “I ah.. would istanbul bayan escort have to drive there,” she replies.

“Well, the Nineteenth Street Pub is about half way for both of us.” Telling her that now.

“No…, too noisy, plus a usual wait to get seated.” She replies.

“Bobby..,, um… how, about just a walk in the park… I ah… can be there in about a ten minute walk,” she says, after an extended silence.

“Sure, why not, it looks like a pretty nice day; especially hearing your voice. Which.., I hope, won’t be snapping at me.”

“Bobby, I’m sorry for that…, it was; I was surprised at what you were telling me.”

“Oh, like having another woman on the side?”

“WHAT?” Comes through loud in my ear.

“Yeah, you know, you have your fuck buddy’s. I have some nice girlfriends too. Plus… an ex-wife who still fucks my brains out when she can get me alone.”

“You really are a pig, Swaggart!” Getting in return.

“Catherine.., I’ll meet you near the ice skating pond; okay? I’ll even get some soft pretzels from the vendor on the corner so you won’t have to go hungry; alright?”

“Okay, bye.” she says.

“OH.. Catherine, are you still there?” Hoping I can catch her before she’s dropped the call.

“Yes, Bobby!” she replies.

“How will I know it’s you?”

“What the hell — how would you know it’s me!” I hear her laugh.

“Well, you know… I haven’t seen you in ah…”

“Swaggart… I’ll be wearing a long, boot length brown coat, a bulky scarf around my neck and a knit Tam style hat; okay?” She’s telling me.

“Sure Catherine, never a doubt; bye.”

“Hey, John ole buddy, sorry I can’t do lunch today,” seeing him standing at the coat rack.

“Oh, what’s up,” he sak.

“I’m meeting Catherine over in the park; I had an earlier phone call with her,” telling him.

“Well, nice day for a walk.” he replies.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?” He replies. “That sounds a little…, you know?” He says.

“Just a feeling John, just a feeling.” And putting my jacket on, my scarf around my neck along with my ratty, frayed, and very beat up khaki baseball hat, The very one Catherine made fun of that night outside the Nineteenth Street Pub as icy sleet was bouncing off the palm of my hand.

“But John, I’ll still buy you a pretzel.” Telling him as I’m holding the door to the stairwell open.

Stuffing the bag containing two warm pretzels inside my jacket then a wave to John where it’s a brisk walk down the two blocks to wait for the traffic light to change so I can make it across the six traffic lanes and into the park. Then with the same pace I make my way along the blacktop walkway that encircles the storm and melt water impoundment basin to that portion the city sets aside every winter for ice skating.

And there she is, just as she described herself coming towards me.

“Hi!” She says, stopping just out of arm’s length of me.

“Hello to you too, and I like the coat; it looks good on you — is it new,” asking her.

“No,” she replies,” I’ve had it for a couple of years.

‘Okay,” replying. “So…, would you like a soft pretzel; they’re still warm.” Taking the bag containing them from inside my jacket.

“Thank you,” she replies, taking the pretzel from the bag I hold out to her. Then stepping around me as I turn to walk alongside her. Where we follow the same paved path I came along to meet her.

Where it’s neither saying anything more than what we exchanged back where we met. Which is not like her, and where my keen intuition is telling me she’s turning over something she wants to say and how to say it. Where my senses are good at telling me, when something doesn’t seem right, chances are, they aren’t; so step lightly.

“What’s on your mind Catherine,” Asking her now that we’ve walked some distance and now approaching the intersecting path that leads to the foot bridge that spans the impoundment where we follow the path up on to the footbridge. “I’ve been thinking,” she replies, “about us; you and me.” She says, suddenly stopping.

“Oh…, and?” Leaving that question open.

“The other night…, when I was at your house; after we had sex, and I said..,” her leaving that open.

“What you were saying about me, Catherine?” Asking her.

“It’s that I really Hate… You!” Where it’s the harshness of it this time that stuns me.

But suddenly she’s shoving me hard up against the wooden railing of the footbridge catching me by surprise at the swiftness and force of her shove which has me dreading her words I expect to come at me next; but instead of what I expect. “That you’re right,” she says, And you’ve been right from…from…, SHIT! I don’t KNOW.., you’ve had my head so screwed up since we met and I hate you for it!” All coming at me in rapid fire.

Alright Swaggart think quick — maybe best to keep quiet; let her unload whatever it is she once to unload, then nurse any wounds later; running through my head.

Surprising me even more though, is that she steps escort ortaköy into me with her arms snaking around me as she lays heavily against me, her head against my shoulder.

“I know Catherine, like I told you then and where I’ve known that about you too; right?” Telling her.

“Fuck you… you.., you, bastard!” Comes right back.

“So then, how about I treat you to dinner tonight; but it won’t be at the Old City Steak And Brew!” Telling her.

“Wherever it is, it will be fine with me!” She says. “But, nothing changes, okay! I’m still me, until I say it’s just you. So until then, I will still fuck who I want to fuck.”

“You’re killing me, girl!”

“Yeah.. and you love it too!” Followed by a kiss that could melt the ice on the pond.

“Now, where are you taking me for dinner.” she asks when breaking the kiss.

“How about my house,” telling her..

“And what have you got there; besides PB and J?” More sarcasm than a question.

“Ah…, you, Catherine!” Telling her.

“You wish! She laughs.

“Well then, I guess it’s the Nineteenth Street Pub instead,” telling her.

“Five-thirty,” she says,”I’ll meet you there… then, we’ll talk about dessert; along with other things. And now I have to get back to the offices; see you later.” With that it’s a quick hard kiss where she’s on her way across the footbridge until she’s out of sight,

“Other things.” she said. What other things? Mentally turning it overt.

“Hey Swaggart, how was lunch,” John asked, as he sat down next to me. “I bet the pretzels must have really impressed her,” he bombs on me.

“Not so much a lunch John, telling him, “More a melding of the minds.”

“What the fuck is that Swaggart… Star Trek In The Park, episode one,” he mocks me.

“Her admission to what I already knew; what I told you earlier. Plus reinforcing a understanding that she’ll fuck who she wants, as well as I fuck who I want, and we’ll fuck each other senseless as often as we can. How’s that for melding of minds.” Telling him.

“Fuck Swaggart,” Johns says, “I want a life like yours!”

“No you don’t, John! Because, by all rights, I shouldn’t even be here.”

“What are you talking about, Swaggart? This place, the job, the company?” John, his questions back to back.

“No John, none of the above!” Telling him. “What I mean, John is… I shouldn’t be… here!”

“You mean… here, like here and now; right?” He says.

“Yeah John; like the here and now!”

“Shit!” he says, looking away.

“John, one of these days we’ll have a drink together. And over that drink, I’ll tell you a story, maybe two. One of, I’ve told Catherine. It… ah, came out the day she and I had our first lunch together, You remember, the one where I gave you the bums rush so I could be alone with Catherine.” Telling him.

“Yeah, I remember,” he says. “I was so envious of you.”

“Don’t be John, because she’s been a whirlwind! But I wouldn’t want her any other way.”

The, “Nineteenth Street Pub,” emblazoned on the canopy hanging over the three steps up to the landing and the double door entrance into the lobby with a lectern like stand to a, “Good evening, sir.” from the lady standing behind it.

“Dining or the bar, sir?” She asked.

“I’d like one of the tall cocktail tables by a window if one is available; please,” replying.

“Of course,” she replies. Where she steps away to see if one is available. Then right back with her, “Yes there is; if you’ll follow me.”

“Perfect,” telling her, as I’m already taking my jacket off.

“Very good sir, and your server tonight will be Ilean,” she tells me, just before she leaves.

“Ilean… I wonder if that cute blond is still working here; Heather, I think it was her name; the one Catherine seduced.” Gets me laughing to myself over that.

“Hello, and good evening sir.” Those words from the pretty raven haired woman who’s just come up from behind me. “My name is Ilean, and can I get you something from the bar,” she asked.

“Hello and good evening to you too,” telling her. “And yes please — a Vodka and bitter lemon with a twist of lime, and a glass of Chablis, please. But hold off on the wine until my friend arrives, but the Vodka and bitter lemon you bring back.

“Very good, sir,” she replies then walks away taking the steps up to the bar area.

“Hey mister, looking for me?” A very familiar voice, her question coming from behind me.

‘Hey, how did you sneak in here?” Turning to see Catherine standing just to my left behind me? “And I was just thinking about calling you too; everything okay?”

“Oh yes.” Catherine replies. “I was late leaving the office, then I had to drive around the block three time before finding a parking spot.” She follows. “I’m sorry, and I should have called you when I realized I was going to be this late.”

All of what she was telling me as she was taking off her coat, placing it with her hat, scarf and purse on the empty chair on the window side of our table. Then coming up to me, and placing her hands on each side of my head is followed by a kiss, that if I had my drink glass in my hand the ice in the glass would be melted!

“Thank you,” telling her, after breaking the kiss and moving around to take the empty chair across the table from me. “And a glass of chablis should be here any minute.” telling her.

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“It’s just not you,” Toby Brooks, Lila’s boss, said to her as he looked over and contemplated her campaign presentation. “Your work used to have so much… fire to it. So much passion. And I don’t see that in this project.”

Lila nodded. “I can do better.”

“I mean, it’s not bad,” Toby continued. “We could go with it if we had to.”

“We don’t have to present it to the client until the end of this week, right?” Lila asked.

Toby nodded. “Friday. We still have a couple of days.”

“Let me work on it tonight at home. I can give you what you’re looking for.”

“OK. I’ll look forward to what you bring me tomorrow. Because what you’ve showed me today really sucks…”

++++++++++

“He said it sucked?” Duane asked his wife, Lila, over the phone as she drove home and recounted her meeting with her boss to her husband.

“No,” Lila said with a chuckle. “He said it was good but not great.”

“Oh hell,” Duane said. “You’re going to be obsessed with this, aren’t you?”

“Good is bad to me, Duane. My work can’t be average. That’s a death sentence to me.”

“I know, baby.”

“I’m almost home,” Lila said. They hung up as Duane hurried to put his last finishing touches on the dining and living rooms. He then quickly moved toward the front door as he heard his wife’s car pull into the driveway.

She exited her vehicle and smiled as she saw Duane standing just outside and holding a single red rose. “Thank you, baby,” she said before greeting him with a tender kiss.

“Of course,” he said with a mischievous grin before swiftly stepping back into the house and out of view.

Lila was amusingly confused as she entered after him. She then gasped as she examined the rose petal-covered living room and dining room floors. The dining room table was also sprinkled with petals as well as having been elegantly set for dinner, complete with lit candles.

“Oh my god, Duane. What’s all this for?”

He walked up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. “Just to see that expression on your face.”

Lila grinned as she turned around and said, “You know, you’re making it really hard for me to wallow in my bad day at work.”

“We can talk about work, too. Tonight’s about you. Whatever you need.”

Lila stared at Duane, softly shaking her head. “You’re amazing.”

“Well, you haven’t tasted dinner yet. You might want to withhold judgement until…”

Lila interrupted Duane with a long, passionate kiss. Duane then said, “Or we can skip dinner.”

He then lifted Lila by the thighs, walking her to the kitchen as she wrapped her legs around him and they continued to kiss. Her legs then slid down his body until she was standing in front of the kitchen island. Lila slipped off her shoes, pants, and panties and hopped up onto the island as Duane unfastened his pants and underwear, allowing them to drop to his ankles.

They resumed their passionate lip lock as Duane eased his shaft inside Lila’s hot, wet center. She re-wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him tightly. Duane grabbed her bare ass, firmly but shallowly pumping her body with his erection as she slid to the edge of the kitchen island for him to go deeper.

Lila began to moan in rhythm to Duane’s fucking as he planted kisses on her neck. She then inhaled deeply. “What’s that smell?” she asked.

Duane paused, lifting his face from her neck. “It’s dinner. Braised chicken breast.”

“Ooooh,” Lila said, smiling at Duane as their faces were inches apart. “You fixed my favorite dinner?”

Duane smiled. “Yeah.”

He resumed stroking Lila, thoroughly enjoying being inside her. Duane then noticed that, though she was still very wet, she wasn’t physically and audibly responding to him as she was before.

Duane paused and knowingly looked at Lila who wore a playful smile. He then said, “You want to eat now, don’t you?”

“Well… I skipped lunch after my meeting with Toby,” Lila said as Duane nodded. “And your dinner does smell incredible.”

A disappointed Duane steeled himself. He then caressed Lila’s face with both of his hands, kissed her gently, and said, “Hey. Tonight’s about you. Let’s eat.”

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

Lila swallowed another piece of chicken – having eaten about half of her dinner – before continuing their conversation. “It’s not like I put any less work into this campaign than I have any other. In fact, I went back and looked at some of my other campaigns after the meeting. I actually like this one better than some of those. I just don’t…”

“Do you understand what he is talking about when he says the campaign lacks your typical passion?” Duane asked, sitting across the rose petal-covered, candle lit dinner table from Lila.

Lila shook her head as she contemplated Duane’s question. She then exhaled and said, “Yes.”

“Do you think you’ve lost your passion for the job?”

“No. Not at all. I still love what I do.” Lila sat her cutlery down before continuing, “Life is just stagnant. It’s good. It’s just… I don’t know. I feel bored or something.”

“Bored? escort mecidiyeköy So you need another vacation?”

Lila smiled. “No. We just got back from Zihuatanejo a month ago.” Lila looked off into the distance for several seconds as Duane studied her. She then looked back at him and pursed her lips. “I know, I know. These are champagne problems, right? I have a job I love and a great marriage. A great house. Great friends. You’re probably wondering what’s wrong with me.”

Duane shook his head. “Nope. I’m trying to figure out how to help you be unbored.

Lila smiled and shook her head. “You do enough for me. I mean… look at this!” she said, gesturing around their dining room. “I came home to a fucking bath of rose petals. I mean, how good can a woman have it?”

“Damn,” Duane said as a confused Lila looked at him. “I could have put rose petals in the bathtub. I’ll have to remember that next time.”

He then smiled at her, which made her grin.

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

A nude Lila laid on the bed with her legs spread as Duane lowered his head between her knees. She rested back on her pillows wearing a soft smile as Duane placed soft kisses on her inner thighs.

His lips moved up to her hairy center, finding and gently clasping onto her clitoris as the tip of his tongue began to wet it. Lila took a very deep breath. It signaled to Duane that she was relaxing and so he continued.

He slid his tongue between her lips and immediately noticed how dry she was. He attempted to stimulate her – with limited effect – before stopping and lifting his head.

Lila raised up on her elbows and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s what I was about to ask you. You aren’t very into this, are you?”

“Why do you say that?” she asked.

Duane then sat up on the end of the bed. “Because I’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re into sex and when you aren’t.”

Lila laid back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and said, “Come on, baby. Lick me.”

Duane smiled. “No.”

Lila’s eyes popped open. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

Duane grabbed Lila’s hand and pulled her to a seated position. “Go ahead. It’s OK. I know you want to get to work on your project.”

“Duane, you made this beautiful dinner for me. You decorated the house with roses.” Lila smiled as she ran her finger down the center of her husband’s chest. “The least I can do is fuck you.”

Duane lifted his wife’s hand from his chest and kissed it. He then said, “I didn’t do all those things to get you to have sex with me.”

Duane rose from the bed and began sliding on his pajama pants. “Come on,” he said to Lila. “I’ll brew you some coffee while you get to work.”

Lila smiled and shook her head. “I have the greatest husband ever.”

Duane looked at her plainly and said, “I won’t dispute that.”

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

It had been an hour and a half since Duane set his wife’s thermos of coffee on the desk in her home office. He peeked inside to see her in front of her large, free-standing whiteboard. She was rubbing the back of her neck as she stood in her matching silk pajama shorts and spaghetti strap pajama top.

He was trying not to be turned on, not being able to help noticing the shape of her pantiless ass through her shorts as she shifted her weight. It wasn’t working. He began slowly walking toward her. Still focused on her work, she sighed and shook her head. That helped Duane convince himself that she could use a distraction.

Though he desperately wanted to grab her ass, he slid his hands over her shoulders. His touch briefly startled her before her muscles loosened beneath the feel of his massage.

“It seems like you’re still having a hard time,” Duane said.

“I… I wish something was wrong with this campaign,” Lila said, gesturing toward her busy whiteboard. “There’s nothing to fix. It’s a good campaign. Toby even said so. He wants me to bring the passion.” Lila shook her head. “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

Duane could feel her shoulder and neck muscles tightening further underneath his touch. He brought his lips near her ear and said in a very low, soothing voice, “It’s OK.” He increased the pressure of his massage as he continued, “Give yourself a few minutes to not think about it. You know you work better when you’re relaxed.”

Lila chuckled in frustration. “How can I relax when…”

“By concentrating on my hands instead of your whiteboard,” Duane said, sliding his massage down to her upper arms before moving back up to her shoulders.

Lila reluctantly stopped talking and allowed his hands to work. After several seconds she let out a low moan and Duane could feel the tension leaving her muscles. Lila closed her eyes and allowed her body to fall back against his.

He moved his hips back slightly, trying not to poke Lila’s ass with his erection as he was genuinely attempting to create a non-sexual, cathartic moment for her.

“That bayan escort istanbul feels really good,” Lila said, slowly rolling her head from side to side.

She then arched her back and Duane felt the tip of his pajama-covered dick slide between her silk-covered ass cheeks.

“Oooh,” Lila moaned, immediately reaching behind her and grasping his shaft through his pants. Duane silently gasped as she stroked him a few times before backing up and pressing herself against him… and his erection further between her cheeks.

Lila danced and grinded on his crotch, sliding her ass up and down Duane’s ever-hardening erection. She then reached behind him, put her hand behind his neck, and leaned further back against him. “OK, I think you’ve convinced me to take a break.”

Duane chuckled as he attempted to not be distracted by the feel of his wife. “No. I came in here to relax you. Not to distract you.”

“Then you shouldn’t be so damn hard,” she said, sliding further down into a half-squat before quickly coming back up and popping her ass against him.

“Damn! Baby. Umm… ” Duane firmly grabbed his wife’s hips and held them for a few seconds as she continued to slide her ass all over his cock. He was seriously debating whether to say, “Fuck it,” and just take her sexy ass right on her desk.

He finally summoned his will and pushed away from her. Lila turned around with a pouting face. “No, baby,” Duane said, understanding how ridiculous he looked with the significant tent in his pants as he physically held his wife’s skillful hips at bay. “As… incredibly nice… as it would be to fuck you right now, you will hate both of us if you don’t get your work done.”

With Lila’s head down and bottom lip protruding, Duane released her and stood up… and adjusted himself inside his pants as best he could.

Lila then looked at him – doe-eyed and still playfully frowning – and said, “But what if I’m still tense?”

Duane smiled and shook his head. “I’ll give you a massage. But you have to be good.”

“Oh, you know I’ll be good,” Lila said, moving toward Duane and reaching for his crotch.

Blocking her hand from it’s destination, a grinning Duane said, “Baby, you know you need to get your work done.”

“That’s the problem,” Lila said as her demeanor soured. She turned and gestured toward the whiteboard as she continued. “I am done. The campaign is finished. It’s just… listless. Apparently I don’t know how to bring the passion anymore.”

Lila returned to staring at her work in the whiteboard and rubbing her ever-tightening neck. Duane moved behind her and resumed his massage. He then lowered his lips to her neck, enlisting them into the rubdown. He even moved his still-firm shaft between her cheeks again as he felt her returning to a relaxed state.

Her eyes closed and her head falling back, Lila said, “Duane. You’re making it very difficult for me to want to concentrate on work.”

He kissed and licked her earlobe before saying in her ear – in a low enough voice to buckle her knees – “But you have to.”

“Oh, Duane,” she said, turning around to face him.

He quickly spun her back around to her original position facing the whiteboard. He placed his hands on either side of her face from behind and turned her head forward. Bringing his lips back to her ear, he said, “Focus, baby. You can do this.”

He then lowered his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. She took a deep breath and began studying the layout of her campaign on the whiteboard as Duane returned to placing soft kisses on her neck.

Lila turned her head around toward him as much as she could with his arms still holding her. “So you’re going to keep this up?”

After another couple of kisses, he said, “I’m just trying to help you bring the passion.”

He then slid one of his hands down the front of Lila’s silk shorts. His middle finger met her pantiless clit and began softly rubbing as Lila’s breathing paused.

Turning toward the whiteboard with her mouth hanging open, she shook her head and said, “Baby, there’s no way I’m going to be able to work with you touching my…”

Lila paused. She then perked up as she studied her campaign notes. “Oh, hell. Why didn’t I think of that before?”

Duane slowly slid his hand from out of her shorts. Lila turned and bent over her desk, pulled up a word processing document, and began recording her thoughts. Walking out of Lila’s office, Duane looked back at her and smiled.

She then looked up at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he said before leaving her to get to her work.

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

Duane’s eyes blinked open. He turned to find that he was still lying in bed by himself. His phone told him that he had dozed off for a couple of hours. He then swung his legs out of the bed and went to check on his wife.

Lila sat at her desk, staring at her laptop screen, with both of her hands grasping her already disheveled hair. A confused Duane said, “Things aren’t going well?”

Looking escort beşiktaş up from the screen – and without moving her hands – she said, “How could you tell?”

“I thought you figured out what was wrong?”

“I figured out how to spice up one part of the campaign. After that, the well dried up.” She lowered her hands and exhaled. “I guess I needed you to keep fucking with me to motivate me.”

Duane nodded thoughtfully. “I could do that.”

Lila briefly looked back up at him and gave a cursory smile before returning her attention to her computer.

Duane dropped his voice an octave in saying to Lila, “Come here.”

Her head popped up from her laptop and she seemed to be momentarily turned on. She then quickly smiled and said, “Baby, I really do have to get this done.”

Duane walked over to her desk. “I know. Get it done in the bedroom.”

Lila smiled suspiciously at him. “Get what done?”

“Your work,” he said in the same voice. Duane then closed Lila’s laptop and picked it up. “Come on,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

She smiled pleasantly as she allowed him to lead her out of her office and toward their bedroom.

Lila propped her pillows up at the head of the bed, sat with her back against them, and reached for her laptop. Duane shook his head. “Get up,” he said.

His command caused her breath to catch as she rose and stood next to the bed. Duane placed her open laptop at the head of the bed and a pillow directly in front of the keyboard. He then sat at the side of the bed where Lila stood. He slowly pulled off her pajama shorts – exposing her bare ass – and tossed them aside.

Duane instructed Lila to climb onto the bed on her knees with her bottom in the air and her forearms resting on the pillow lying in front of her laptop. “Are you comfortable?” he asked.

Lila, her breathing labored with anticipation, said, “Yeah. I’m comfortable.”

“Good,” Duane said, “Then you should get to work.”

Lila looked over her shoulder at Duane with a curious expression as he turned off the bedroom lights. With only the laptop’s bright screen shining in the room, her face and body were illuminated, which caused Duane to grow harder. Still, he stood still as they looked at one another.

“Get to work?” Lila said with a half-smile. “I thought you were about to get to work.”

“You first,” he said, sitting at the foot of the bed on the opposite side from her.

She stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to work like this?”

“Why not? The normal way of working doesn’t seem to be getting it done for you. Maybe you need to switch it up.”

“You want me to work with my ass in the air?”

“I would mind if you did most things with your ass in the air, but we’ll start with this.”

Lila pursed her lips as she looked at her husband and he looked back at her. She then chuckled, turning to her laptop to begin typing.

Duane continued to sit and watch his wife working, smiling as he enjoyed the aesthetic. She finally turned back toward him. “Are you just going to watch me all night?”

He shook his head. “Not all night.”

Lila rolled her eyes before returning to her work.

Several seconds later Lila grunted and her head dropped onto the pillow. “This fucking campaign is driving me crazy. I don’t know what he wants from me.”

Duane took that as his cue. He got on his knees and eased behind a still distraught Lila. She didn’t notice him until he placed a kiss on one of her ass cheeks.

She turned around and said, “Is this your way of telling me I need a break?”

“No,” he said, sliding his finger over her clit and causing her body to softly shiver. I was serious. You need to get your work done.”

Lila chuckled. “I can’t work when you’re back there feeling so good.”

Duane then stopped and sat up. “I can’t make you feel good for nothing.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re working then you deserve to be pleasured. I can’t reward you if you are slacking off.”

Lila’s back arched as she turned to look at Duane. “You want me to work while you are fingering me?”

Duane nodded. “And other things. It’s my job to make you feel good. It’s your job to spice up your campaign. I can’t work unless you work.”

Lila began to laugh. Her mouth settled into a big grin as she nodded. She then turned around and took a deep breath as she faced her laptop.

Duane waited until he heard the clacking sound of her typing before continuing. He resumed kissing her bottom and rubbing her clit, allowing his middle finger to slide until it slipped between her heavily wetted lips.

Lila gasped and paused her typing. Duane paused with his finger lying still inside his wife. He heard her chuckle before she continued. He then began sliding his finger in and out of her, allowing a second of his digits to join it.

Lila was deep-breathing in an attempt to control herself as she worked. That became increasingly difficult as Duane placed his tongue high between her cheeks and allowed it to slide downward. Lila, her typing slowing significantly, held her breath in anticipation.

He continued, lightly brushing over her hole with the tip of his tongue and causing her to gasp. Her typing paused. So did his tongue and finger.

“Duane,” she whispered to no response as he sat still with his face and tongue buried between her ass cheeks.

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I’m on a business trip in a strange city and feeling lonely as I make my way to the hotel bar. As I order my drink, I look up and notice a woman further down the bar. We seem to be the only two people here and, as I decide whether to invite her to have a drink, she looks up and catches me staring at her. Slightly embarrassed at being caught out, I smile shyly and look away. In that brief moment when our eyes meet, I can see how beautiful she is, soft red lips, eyes that could melt any mans heart, hair like burnished copper as it catches the light. Dressed in a black strapless mini dress that does nothing to hide the soft curves of her body, she is a true vision of beauty. Feeling a stirring in the front of my pants, I decide to act before its too late and I lose my bottle.

Walking over I cough nervously, “excuse me I’m in town on business. I don’t know anybody here and hate eating alone, would you care to join me?”

I hold my breath waiting for the reply.

“Well actually I’ve been stood up so I’d love to. My name’s Fran, what’s yours?”

“Oh sorry, I’m Ian.” I stutter. Thankfully the waiter arrives to say my table’s ready and saves my embarrassment.

As we sit reading the menu, I feel escort şişli her foot brush against my leg. I shrug it off as an accident until it starts sliding up and down my calf. Looking up I see a half smile playing across Fran’s lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. By the time the waiter arrives to take our order her foot has reached my inner thigh and I’m finding it hard to control myself. My cocks threatening to burst my pants and only just manage to compose myself to order.

Thinking to myself “Lets see how she keeps a straight face,” I slip off my shoe and sock and smile at her as I run my foot slowly up her leg.

As it reaches her knee I feel her legs part and I continue further gasping with surprise to find my foot touching a smooth, bare pussy. Looking across the table, I can’t believe she hasn’t reacted but I know she’s enjoying it from the way her pussies becoming wet and slippery beneath my foot. As I slowly massage her pussy this way her foot begins to rub against my rigid cock and I know if we don’t leave now I’m going to be in trouble.

“Fran I have a room upstairs lets continue this there”

” I thought you’d never ask Ian. escort bayan istanbul Lets go,” she replies.

As the lift doors close we lunge at each other kissing passionately, our hands all over each other caressing, stroking, teasing. Sliding my hand up her skirt, I feel just how wet she is

” Mmmm Ian, I want you now,” she gasps.

Not caring if the lift stops, I drop to my knees. Starting at her knees, I kiss my way up. As I reach her pussy, I flick my tongue over her hard clit, my fingers gently probing the entrance to her juicy pussy, feeling it squeeze around them. Gripping my hair she grinds her pussy against my mouth moaning loudly as she cums. Just then the lift stops and the doors open, luckily no ones waiting to catch us and we run to my room.

As soon as we’re in the door, we begin tearing at each others clothes leaving a trail all the way to the bedroom. Laying on the bed we continue exploring each others bodies, kissing, licking and biting. I moan with pleasure as her warm lips enclose my hard, throbbing cock, her fingers squeezing my balls. Spreading her legs wide, I lower my head and blow softly over her clit as my fingertips caress her hot juicy escort taksim lips. Moving slowly down I slide my tongue between them and enter her waiting pussy, licking softly as my thumb rubs her clit. While I’m doing this she begins to lick down my cock to my balls sucking them softly one by one. As I feel her body tense, I turn and kneel between her thighs gripping my cock and guiding it to her pussy. Rubbing the tip over her clit, I watch her writhe with pleasure, her hips lifting up eager for my cock to fill her pussy. I slowly ease the head of my cock between her swollen lips sliding it back and forth teasing her.

“OOHHHH Ian, fuck me hard pleaseee.” she moans.

Looking down into her eyes, I thrust my hips forward driving my cock deep.

Holding her hips, I begin fucking her long and slow building up the tempo until my cock is slamming in and out like a piston, my balls slapping against her arse with each thrust. Pulling me down to her she kisses me hard, her arms going round my back, her nails raking across my shoulders as her orgasm reaches its peak. Feeling her pussy squeezing my cock, I cum with her, my hot cum spurting deep inside her. Our two bodies bathed in sweat shaking as we lay together totally drained her head nestled against my shoulder we fall asleep. Only one thought goes through my mind as i drift off “I could easily do this for the rest of my life with this lady.

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I ride the same bus everywhere I go. I ride at the same time, and with the same bus driver, but one night, I got a different kind of ride!

When the bus arrived, the first thing I noticed was, the driver was different. This guy was Black, about 6’3″, with smooth, dark chocolate skin and the most hypnotic eyes I’d ever seen. My regular driver is short and White. This driver’s eyes were hazel, with little flecks of gold in them. A girl could just drown in them. All of my female co-workers had talked about this guy before, but I’d never seen him before. Anyway, he picked us all up, and amidst lots of giggling and flirting, the bus started on its way. I sat near the middle of the bus, trying to keep my composure. His nearness affected me more than I wanted to admit. He had this scent to him; I couldn’t identify it. It was kind of musky and sweet and definitely sensual. It permeated the whole bus, without overpowering it. He dutifully dropped the other passengers off at their stops, and that left me and him alone on the bus. My stop is the last one on his route, but there is escort bağcılar about a mile or two of deserted road in between stops.

Halfway down the road, where no one could see us, he pulled over, stopped the bus, but left the engine running. He stood up, walked to me and said, “Stand up.” I looked up at him nervously, and when I didn’t move fast enough, he reached down and pulled me up into a sensual onslaught. His lips were warn and firm, his tongue was like velvet, and he smelled so good! His hands went around my back and down to my skirt, to feel me up, and my arms went around him to hold him close. He left off kissing me long enough to tell me to walk to the back of the bus and sit on the mid portion of the back seat that housed the engine. I did as instructed, swinging my hips a little more as I walked. I hiked my skirt up and exposed my legs to him. He looked at me with those hypnotic eyes, and said, “Take ’em off.”

I sat up a little, and took off my panties. He parted my knees, ran his hands up my legs, istanbul eskort and slid a finger into my warm sheath. ‘Oh God’, I thought, ‘this feels so good; what must his tongue feel like?’ I didn’t have to wait long to find out. When he pulled me forward, and slipped his tongue into my heat, it sent shivers all over me. Between the heat and vibrations of the engine, and the heat and vibrations of his mouth and tongue, I threw my head back and exploded in his mouth. He drank every drop, then stepped back, smiled and unzipped his pants, to reveal the most beautiful penis I’d ever seen. It was perfect, not too big, and not too small. It reminded me of a chocolate bar, and I had to have a taste of it. He shook his head, pushed me back, and entered me slowly, a little at a time. He touched my clit while entering me, which made me tense up, on the verge of another explosion. He leaned down and kissed me, and I could smell my cum on his face. After kissing him and experiencing another earth shattering orgasm, I had to have him!

I slid down on escort güngören the seat nearest me, and took him in my mouth. His signature scent was on his penis as well, mingled with my cum, and the sensation of both scents together gave me a heady feeling. I had a little trouble getting started, but once I did, it was great. He began to tense up, so I knew an explosion was imminent. I jumped back up on the engine, spread my legs, and he unloaded inside of me.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing on both sides, he stood up and looked at me. “I usually don’t do this,” he said, “but I’ve been watching you for a few days, and I requested to have this run so I could meet you.”

“You’ve been watching me? Why?”

“Well, I drove by your job one night, not knowing you worked there, and I was at the light and saw you waiting for the bus; you were talking with your co-workers, and I thought you were a nice person, and I wanted to get to know you.”

“You’ve certainly accomplished that,” I said with a laugh.

“Yes,” he laughed. He helped me down from the engine, and handed me my underwear. I put them back on, then reached up and gave him another long kiss. We came up for air, and he turned and went back to his seat. I sat at the front of the bus for the rest of the ride home, just breathing him in and thinking, ‘I might never get a car, I’ll just take the bus from now on.’

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