****This is a story about my fantasies with my algebra teacher, her name has been changed for obvious reasons, if you’re the real Mrs. Curts I hope you enjoy the story****

During my time in high school I learned a lot. I wasn’t a nerd, but I was a jock either. I had my fair share of girls, but one girl I couldn’t get enough of her. Her name was Mrs. Curts she was my algebra teacher in 9th grade. I had gone through four years dreaming of her. During my senior year she was still hot. She was about 5′ 7″ maybe shorter, had brown hair, and about a B cup. Her ass was big just the way I liked it. She had three kids so she was looking pretty good for three kids (twin girls and a boy).

I just turned 18 and it was my senior year. I often jerked off thinking about Mrs. Curts. My dick was pretty big, during my freshman year I figure it was about 7 inches long, and 2 inches wide. During my senior year I was about 10 inches long, and 3 and a half inches wide. I was about 5′ 8″ had black

I decided to bull shit my way through my senior year. So I took the minimum and as many classes with Mrs. Curts as I could. About half of my day was with her all after lunch. I was lucky enough to get in a AP class with her, and fortunately I was the only one! I slept most of my way through the day checking out the girls. After lunch I rushed my way to her room. When I got there she greeted me…

“Hi Dave”

“Hey Mrs. Curts, how was your summer?”

“Horrible! I got divorced!”

“Oh I can’t believe that!” I replied, but in my mind I cheered!

“Well maybe after school we could talk about it”

“Maybe” she replied.

A few more people came in I sat in the second row so I had a pretty good view. The person in front of me was pretty short too. Whenever she went to write on the board I stared at her big ass. I started to get a hard on. When she looked back to teach the class I swear she saw my hard on (who could miss my 10 inches?), I was sort of embarrassed. The next class was a bit bigger but no one sat in front of me, yes! She set her notebook of the class roster on the desk in front of me. She bent over to read the names off. Her dress top was very low cut, and I had the best view! I slowly looked down her blouse. I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra! My dick immediately shot up. I could see her soft boobs, and her hard nipples. I was wondering why they were so hard it was the beginning of the school year and was pretty hot. Maybe she was thinking about my hard on.

“DAVE!” Mrs. Curts raised her voice.

“Uh, huh?” escort güngören I didn’t know what was going on, did she see me staring at her tits?

“I called your name five times and you never answered!”

“Oh sorry” Whew relief blew over me.

The class finished up and finally the last period of the day. When it was just her and I.

“So Dave do you mind if we take a little break?”

“No not at all Mrs. Curts I’ve been working very hard these last couple of periods.”

“The hell you were Dave, I’ve been watching you getting hard ons and staring down my blouse. I know you want me Dave just admit it!”

I was very surprised at what was going on! I knew she might have seen me, but I never thought she’d say anything.

“Mrs. Curts calm down” I replied, as she sat down in her chair. I started to rub her shoulders…

“Mmm, that feels good Dave, keep going.” I continued to rub her shoulders, she moaned softly as I did this. I started to unbutton her blouse. I unbuttoned it and opened it up. Her tits were rock hard, I rubbed around her tits saving them. I noticed she had her hand under her skirt. I started to rub her nipples and pinch them. She squealed in delight. I turned the chair around and kneeled down. I circled her left tit with my tongue, she was moaning. I sucked on her left tits and kneaded her other with my right.

“Uhhhhhh, Dave eat me out!”

“And if I do what will I get?”

“Anything Dave Anything, mmmm” She managed to get that much out. So I hiked up her skirt to her waist, and pulled her soaked panties to her ankles. I started to kiss the insides of her legs they were starting to get a little chunky but still firm. I kissed her pussy and licked the outside.

“UGHHH YEAH DAVE!! GO INSIDE OF ME!!” She was screaming all ready and I barely did anything to her. She must haven’t gotten any sex for a long time since she did get divorced. I stuck my tongue inside of her and she squirmed she was pinching her tits and kneading her boobs the whole time.

“AHHH YEAH DAVE!! I’M GOING TO CUM!!” She screamed, I was a bit worried someone might hear us and walk in on us, but I continued.

“Mrs. Curts your pussy taste so good you whore, mmm I hope your girls taste this good!” I started talking dirty to her.

“AHHHHH FUCK I’M CUUUUUMMMINGGGG!! UUHHHHH!! DAAAAVE!!” Her cum squirted into my face I tried to suck up as much juices as I could

“MMM you taste so good Mrs. Curts” You could tell she was in complete pleasure, bayan escort just by the expression on her face.

“Dave, *gasp* that was so good.” She was heaving her chest was going up and down. By this time my dick was so fucking hard.

“Dave I want you to get me up the ass!” As she spoke she started to take off my pants, when she took off my boxers my dick sprang up, “WHOA! It’s huge Dave! It’s got to be at least twice as big as my ex!” With that I cleared her desk and ordered her to get on top of it on her hands and knees. She obeyed without a word. I rubbed my dick around her ass, I gave her ass hole a few licks so she wouldn’t feel too much pain, but with her tiny ass and my huge did it wouldn’t help.

“Dave I’ve never had it in my ass my husband refused, he said it was dirty.”

“Well your in for quite a treat then.” I replied. I slowly shoved my dick into her ass.

“AHHHHH DAVE IT’S TOO BIG, TAKE IT OUT!!”

“Heh, you little bitch you asked for it.” She started to plead with me.

“DAVE I CAN’T TAKE IT!! AHHHH!!” I managed to get it all 8 inches in. I started to pump hard, rubbing her ass in the process. I started to spank her big round ass.

“MMM DO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH? *SLAP!* “HUH?” *SLAP!*

“DAVE THAT HURTS!! AHHH!!” *SLAP!*

“TELL ME YOU LIKE IT YOU SLUT!!” *SLAP!*

“AHHH!! I LIKE IT DAVE KEEP FUCKING MY TIGHT ASS AND SPANK ME HARDER!!”

*SLAP!* “OKAY BITCH!”

“AHHHH!!” Mrs. Curts collapsed on her desk she was heaving trying to breathe. I chuckled.

“Heh couldn’t handle it?”

“*GASP* DAVE THAT WAS SO GOOD, but you didn’t shoot your load, I wanted it in my ass!”

“I was saving it, I want you to suck my dick you little bitch.” At that moment we noticed Mrs. Murfie in the corner of the room moaning with her shirt half unbuttoned with her hand on her boob, and one in her panties. “Mrs. Murfie!” Mrs. Curts and I were very surprised.

“Hey you two ’bout time you noticed me. I was walking by to leave, the bell rang, and I heard someone screaming I thought Mrs. Curts was in trouble but apparently she was having trouble in her ass!” Mrs. Murfie walked over to us, “You two got me so hot I had to fuck myself.” Now this was a dream to me! Two married teachers naked and I was going to fuck them both! She removed the rest of her clothes, she was the same height as me, her boobs were maybe a C cup with a thin waist and small ass. I removed my dick from Mrs. Curts’s ass I’m sure she was relieved. Mrs. Murfie climbed on top of the desk escort güneşli with Mrs. Curts she moved around and I laid on my back. They kneeled in front of me and started sucking me off!

“Ahhhh yeah you little bitches are good at sucking dicks you bitches.” It felt so good two women sucking and licking me at the same time. I was going to cum very soon. I got up on my knees.

“Mrs. Murfie I’m going to cum on your tits and Mrs. Curts your going to suck the cum off!” They both obeyed and got ready. Mrs Murfie started to jerk my cock with both hands.

“AHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my load all over Mrs. Murfie’s tits and some onto her face. Mrs. Curts started to lick them and Mrs. Murfie started moaning.

“Ohhh yeah Mrs. Curts your such a dyke suck me off bitch!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. I got behind Mrs. Curts and started eating her ass. She finished off her tits and started lick off her face.

“Now that you dykes are done, I want you to rub your pussies together until you cum!” Of course they obeyed my commands and they started humping each other.

“OHHHH YEAHHH MRS. MURFIE!! YOUR PUSSY IS SO SOFT!!” I’M CUMMING!!” “MRS. CURTS YOU’RE SO HAIRY I LOVE IT!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING TOOO!!” I didn’t think it’d be that quick before they came. They squirted their juices all over each other, and collapsed on top of each other kissing and sucking each other.

“I’m drained Dave, I don’t think I can take anymore.” Mrs. Curts could barely talk.

“I’m pretty drained too Dave, I think I’ve had my share of sex today.” Mrs. Murfie was trying to weasel her way out of a little pain.

“Heh you little bitch Mrs. Murfie trying to get out of my huge dick fucking your pussy?” She smiled

“Well give it to me then.” She laid on her back and I mounted her. Mrs. Curts saw this opportunity and got on top of her face. I shoved my dick in as fast and hard as I could, I wanted Mrs. Murfie feel some pain.

“AHHHH DAMNIT DAVE!! IT’S HUGE!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING!!” WOW! I was so surprised she must have not gotten enough from her husband. She came! I decided to keep fucking her. Mrs Curts was moaning and playing with Mrs. Murfie’s tits. She all ready came all over her face. Mrs. Murfie screamed while she came 3 more times!!

“AHHHH DAVE!! SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD INTO MY PUSSY!!” I couldn’t hold it any longer my dick was soaked in her pussy juices.

“I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my entire load into her pussy

“YESSS YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. She finished Mrs. Curts off again and we managed to lick most of the cum off each other. We got dressed and said our goodbyes, and waited for next time.

****** Tell me what you thought of my story =) and if you girls who liked it want to be a little descriptive of what you did during the story I’d appreciate it, please e-mail me with your comments, or suggestions.******

As I entered this club with my friend Tara and looked around, it was more amazing than I had ever imagined. This club was very popular and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for my 18th birthday so I could finally get in. We paid the cover charge and the bouncer put wrist bands on us to indicate we weren’t allowed to be served alcohol before letting us in.

There had to be 1000 people in the club. I had spent quite a long time deciding what to wear and how I should do my hair. I settled on a tight fitting skirt and low cut blouse that accentuated my cleavage. The shopping trip with Tara for my new bra really worked with my blouse. I really wanted to blend in and luckily the outfit I selected seemed to work out.

We made our way to the bar and grabbed a couple drinks for us. Trying to look all sophisticated and mature we stood in the crowd swaying to the music that beat at our chests. There were tables and couches surrounding an enormous dance floor, but they were all full.

After making our way around the club we settled against a small wall with a ledge for our drinks amongst the tables. Two guys smiled at us from a nearby table and we smiled back. Instantly one of the guys got up and walked to us to invite us to their table.

Anxious to sit, I nodded, “Okay,” before making our way to our their table

I don’t remember their names, but we will call them Jeff and Mark. I was sitting beside Mark who was in a full leg cast up to his thigh. It was a good ice breaker as he explained the story of how he broke his leg and all the inconveniences that come along with a full leg cast.

Jeff and my friend got up and wandered out in to the crowd to dance.

“Sorry.” he said pointing at the cast escort bayrampaşa on his leg.

“I would love to be dancing with you.” He said with a smile.

“That’s okay. I’m cool just hanging out talking.” I smiled back.

Mark was really cute and flirted openly with me. An order of drinks arrived and he pushed one towards me. I pointed at my new bracelet with a pouty face.

“Don’t worry about Grace. They don’t walk around and check.” He pushed the drink closer to me.

Jeff and my friend were back and forth throughout the night, but I really didn’t notice much. They were having fun and so was I. At one point I recall Mark asked me to dance for him, so I stood up and danced at the end of the table while he watched and smiled. When I eventually sat, he pulled my face close to his and kissed me deeply. My heart raced and I gave my lips to him. As the night went on…we continued to make out. His hands cautiously wandered over my legs and back.

Inevitably dreaded words were spoken by the DJ that it was last call.

The lights eventually came on blinding us as we waited for the majority of the crowd to leave before tried hobbling out on his crutches. We made our way to one of the waiting taxis and piled in. We had decided earlier that we would all go back to Jeff and Mark’s apartment to keep the party alive.

It was a small two bedroom and very evidently the home of two bachelors. Mark and I sat on the couch and he put his arm around me again. Jeff brought us all drinks and put music on. Marks hands began to wander on me again but this time less cautiously.

I was shocked to have him trying to touch my breast through my blouse in eskort front of people. I moved his hand away gently.

“Why don’t I give you the tour?” he asked.

Naturally, that ‘tour’ took 30 seconds and ended in his room. Mark closed the door and made his way over to his bed.

“Why don’t you come lay here with me?” Mark patted the bed beside him.

I walked over slowly and lay down beside him. His hand instantly met my thigh and slowly slid up under my skirt. He pulled my thigh and I straddled him as his hands made their way up to my ass as we kissed.

His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks slowly working their way over my pussy. Touching me through my panties he teased me causing electricity to shoot across my body. As we kissed I could feel him fumbling with his pants.

His hand met mine and guided it to his hard cock. After stroking him for a bit I climbed off him to his side. Grabbing his swollen cock gain, I leaned over and kissed him. Mark’s fingers pushed in to my pussy.

His other hand tangled itself in my long red hair firmly as we kissed. Finally breaking his kiss, I lowered my head to his waiting cock. I moved slowly down his chest until my face was inches from his cock.

“Oh fuck yes!” he called out loudly. “Suck that cock for me gorgeous.”

I squeezed his cock getting my first look at it as I slowly stroked it. The head was huge and purple. The shaft was thicker than head and my fingers barely touched when I grabbed it. Slowly stroking it, I felt his hand gently push my head closer until his cock was at my lips.

I kissed the head teasing him but he would have none of that. Thrusting his hips and pushing my head I got a mouth full of cock. At first escort gaziosmanpaşa he just held my head while he fucked my mouth slowly. He pushed it to the back of my mouth until I gagged, and then pulled it back just to do it again.

He continued to fuck my mouth faster and faster. Every time I gagged he just held my head and fucked me faster; his cock head pounding the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I gagged on his fat cock. Pushing it to the back of my mouth he held me there and I started to struggle.

Holding my head, he thrusted his hips pushing his cock down my throat. Tears rolled down my cheek as his cock began to fuck my throat. I gagged and struggled to breath, but he didn’t seem to care.

Faster and faster he fucked my throat, never taking his cock out. I struggled to breathe through my nose as he used my throat as his personal fuck toy. His cock felt so huge. Afraid and excited he made me very confused.

His cock felt like it was getting even bigger in my throat and before I knew it I felt his cock begin to pulsate. Mark’s breathing got heavier.

Groaning loudly, Mark cursed, “Oh yeah, you good little slut! Take that fucking cum you little bitch.”

Holding my head with my lips pressed to his pubic hair. Hi cock continued to pulse as he emptied himself down my throat. His breathing slowed and he held me there until I felt him soften. Slowly he released his grip of my head and his cock slid from my mouth leaving a taste of his salty cum in my mouth.

Smiling he looked at me and said “Thanks, I needed that, now you girls should probably get home.”

I was in shock as he pulled the covers over himself and pointed me to the door.

As I walked out dressing myself, it only took one look at Tara and she knew it was time to go. We grabbed our stuff and headed out the door. Tara gave me an inquisitive look as made our way home. I explained how confusing it had been with all the mixed emotions of fear and excitement.

Smiling at Tara, “I did learn how to deep throat though!”

Authors note:

My first submission, let me know what you think!

This is a work of fiction and Everyone in the story is over 18

More chapters to come 😉

***

“Do you need a baggie?”

Alex jumped, too focused on the massive shit his dog was taking to see the woman approach. Young with pretty eyes hidden behind petit glasses, she was holding out a poop bag to him. Sniffing beside her was a medium sized mutt.

“Uh, yeah thanks.” He responded and took the bag.

As his dog finished up, he leaned over to clean up the mess.

“Your dog is a pit mix, right? He’s handsome like his owner.”

Alex looked up and to find the woman surprised by her own words and blushing heavily. He decided to save her with a response.

“Yeah, they get a bad rep but she’s is an absolute sweetheart. Her name is Leela.”

Thankfully, the woman recovered. “Leela? That’s a pretty name. I’m sure she’s very sweet.”

The girl leaned over, her loose shirt exposing her bra, and let Leela sniff her hand.

“May I?” she asked.

“Of course.” Alex said, quickly focusing his eyes on Leela.

The woman pet Leela for a few seconds before her own dog approached. She stood back up as the dogs sniffed each other.

“She seems to socialize well too.” The woman said smiling.

“Yup, she always wants to make new friends. What breed is yours?” he wondered.

“I think he’s got some Border Collie and Blue Heeler in him, but I never did a DNA test after adopting him. His name is Darcy.”

Alex remembered that to be the name of the male protagonist in Pride and Prejudice but he’d never read the book, only having been forced to watch the movie by his sister.

“He seems to get along well with my Leela. I’m Alex, by the way.” He started extending his hand before realizing he was still holding the now full poop bag.

The woman laughed, “I’m Dani, it’s nice to meet you but we can shake hands another time.”

Alex chuckled, “That’s fair, thanks for the baggie.”

“No problem, do you live in these apartments?”

“I just moved in. I was happy to see they had a dog park.”

“It’s wonderful isn’t it? Makes life so much easier for Darcy and I. Isn’t that right?” she said leaning down to pet her dog.

Alex had to force his eyes away from her exposed breasts. Maybe he’d ask her out another day, but he had to go home and prepare for tomorrow.

“It really is, well I better be off. Nice to meet you and Darcy.”

“You too!” Dani said smiling.

And with that they went their separate ways.

***

Dani was running late for her last class, but it was only the first day of spring semester, so she didn’t rush too much. She was sure others would have trouble finding the obscure technology building.

She opened the door and stopped walking. Class hadn’t started yet but there were only around 30 people in the room, and most turned to look at her.

Fuck.

Dani was the only girl. She slumped in her seat and pulled out her laptop, attempting to hide behind the screen.

The professor walked in from the back of the room and cleared his throat.

“Sorry students, I’m still getting used to campus. I’m Mr. Taylor and I’ll be teaching Computer Science 1401. Do not call me professor, as I am still in the process of getting my Master’s degree.”

Dani peeked over her computer screen. Oh my god.

She recognized him from the dog escort fındıkzade park. It was Alex; the guy she gave a poop bag to, the guy who she barely had the nerve to approach, the guy she called handsome, the guy she hadn’t stopped thinking about since, the guy. And he was her teacher.

“I’m sure you know the drill. Today we will just be going over the syllabus information. So you can put away your computers.”

Crap.

Realizing she was the only person with a laptop out, Dani hesitantly followed his instruction. When his eyes met hers, they went wide for a split second before he looked away and cleared his throat again.

“I’m giving you all a copy of it now, but there is also one available on the class page. There is a clause about using your own coding work that you will have to sign and return to me on Wednesday.”

Dani avoided his eyes for the rest of class, but listened to every word he said while fiddling with her pencil.

“That’s all the time we have for today. Download those programs and be ready to start into coding on Wednesday. Thank you!”

Dani stood and collected her things quickly. She glanced at Alex… Mr. Taylor… one more time and found his eyes on hers. She turned and speed walked out of the classroom.

When she got back to her apartment complex, she looked around before getting out of her car and practically ran inside.

“What’s with you?” her sister, Lauren, asked as Dani slammed the door behind her breathing heavily.

“Oh nothing,” Dani responded, the sarcasm almost unnoticeable between her rapid breaths, “I just have the worst luck in the world.”

Lauren looked up from her computer, “What happened?”

“You remember the dog guy? The one I openly called handsome? Well, he’s my coding teacher.”

Lauren laughed for a good few minutes before finally saying, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

Dani collapsed on the couch. “Me too, you’re going to have to walk Darcy for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not that bad. If he looks like you say he does, then I’m sure he gets it all the time. Just be glad you scared him away before you said something worse.” Lauren said, still smiling at her sister’s expense.

“Why do I always end up in situations like this? I endlessly put my foot in my mouth.” Dani lamented.

“True, at least it’s not as bad as when you told Mrs. Baker how beautiful her daughter was.” Lauren remarked, chuckling.

“It was a baby! How was I supposed to know it was a boy?”

“It was wearing a blue baseball onesie, Dani.”

“You know I hate gender stereotypes, why can’t a girl wear blue?”

Lauren rolled her eyes and asked, “Why don’t you just drop the class if you’re that embarrassed?”

“It’s the only beginning coding class and I really want to try my hand at it. Do you know how much programmers make?”

“Okay then, suck it up and never compliment him again. Actually just avoid speaking in that class, who knows what you’ll say?”

Dani sighed as Darcy walked into the room and greeted her enthusiastically.

“Hi buddy, do you mind if Loo walks you today?” he licked Dani’s face happily, “Good cause she’ll be doing that for a while.”

Lauren rolled her eyes and grabbed his leash.

***

Remembering Dani sprint out of the classroom made Alex smile. Poor Girl. He decided he’d have to talk to her to make her feel escort istanbul more comfortable around him. Of course he would keep things strictly professional, and pray she was wearing something less revealing.

He’d never taught in a college setting before this semester, but he knew there were rules against fraternizing with the students. He was pretty good at hiding any ungentlemanly thoughts, and as long as he kept his distance there shouldn’t be any trouble.

Alex looked through his class rosters and found her name, Daniella Summers. He realized Dani was the only girl in both of his class periods and found himself appreciating her individuality.

Grabbing Leela’s leash, Alex took her outside hoping to find Dani and smooth things over. He saw her as she was walking into the apartment building across from his.

“DAN- oh.” He stopped mid-way through calling her name because he realized it wasn’t her. The girl was walking a dog that resembled Darcy though. Curious about the similarities he wondered if it was Dani’s roommate as he walked Leela around.

***

It was Wednesday and Dani had successfully avoided Alex. But today, she knew she’d have to face him.

Dani stopped to get a coffee before class, making her late again. She hurried to the tech building but as she went to open the door someone on the other side slammed it into her hand, spilling coffee down her shirt.

Fuck!

She was wearing an undershirt, so she quickly removed the now scalding flannel. The guy who hit her with the door profusely apologized as she tried to mop herself up.

“It’s okay, really. I have to go.”

She hurried to the bathroom. Now she was faced with a dilemma; wear a coffee stained shirt or just her tank top? The tank was more revealing than what she normally wore and it could send the wrong message. But the coffee stain was perfectly centered around only one of her boobs. Running out of time she threw the flannel in her bag and headed to class.

Opening the door, Dani heard Alex already talking, “Doug Peoples?”

A kid in the front responded, “Here.”

Dani quickly found a seat as far from the front as she could find.

“Gavin Rhodes?”

“Here.”

“John Sims?”

“Here.”

“Daniella Summers?”

“Uh, here.” Dani said and raised her hand slightly like the rest of the students had.

Alex glanced up and smiled before calling the next name.

For most of the class Dani was able to hide behind her computer screen as Alex walked them through the basics. She struggled to not stare at him the few times she did look up. Overall, she really loved his teaching, there was only one weird moment during the lecture.

“Mr. Rhodes, is there a problem?” Alex asked.

Dani could see that Alex was staring, almost glaring, at the kid behind her. She glanced up and saw the guy red faced.

“Uh… no sir.”

“Very good, please focus on the lesson.”

Alex’s voice was a little rude, leaving everyone else to wonder what the kid had done.

At the end of class after dismissing the students, Alex asked if Daniella would mind staying behind for a few minutes.

Her heart dropped.

***

Today was probably not the best day for this. Alex hadn’t realized until she stood up how little her tank top covered. But he also felt he should warn her about the… intrusive… kid that sat behind her. Although he almost didn’t blame escort aksaray the kid for staring at her breasts now… almost.

She slowly walked to the front, eyes downcast.

“Hi, Dani.”

Her eyes lifted to his and she looked like a deer in headlights.

“Hello Al… Mr. Taylor.” Her face reddened and she looked away.

“I just wanted to clear somethings up with you. You seem a little uncomfortable in my class and I imagine it’s because of what happened at the dog park?”

Dani gulped and met his gaze. He lost himself in her chocolate eyes for a second before saying, “Well, Dani. There’s no need to be weird about anything. I’m your teacher now and I want you to feel comfortable coming to me with any questions. Let’s start fresh, okay?”

She actually smiled at this, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

“That would be great, Mr. Taylor. I’m excited to try my hand at coding.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Just one more thing Dani,” He paused looking for the right words to say. “Maybe you should… uh… wear something more… Well, never mind. Just don’t sit around that Rhodes kid again, okay?”

She looked very confused but nodded.

“Alright you can go. Have a good evening, see you Friday.”

“Thanks Mr. Taylor.” She turned and walked away.

By the time Alex realized he was staring, she’d already left.

Fuck, I’m going to have to keep my distance.

When he returned home it was late. He’d gone out to dinner with a handful of other student teachers and then hit a bar in town.

Alex drunkenly walked Leela before heading into his room for bed. He sat down on the bed in his boxers and opened his laptop, but movement outside of his large bedroom window caught his eye. He realized he could see straight into an apartment in the building across from his.

There was a girl brushing her hair wearing only a towel.

She should really get some blinds.

Walking to his window in the dark, Alex checked to see if there were any creeps watching the girl. He realized the window he was looking through would be hard for anyone on the ground to see into, and his was the only apartment that had a good view of it.

And with the buildings relatively close to each other, he could see the girl clearly.

The girl was Dani.

His pace quickened. Alex needed to look away but he didn’t want to. And quite frankly, he’d been horny ever since class today. The booze had made the situation worse, and he had planned to “take care of it” before this turn of events.

Alex was about to look away when Dani removed her towel.

Good god.

He felt his dick harden in his boxers.

You’re better than this Alex.

But he wasn’t. Dani was walking around her room naked and she was perfect. He continued to stare and as he lost the will to fight it, he let himself fully grow. She searched in her top drawer and her hand emerged with something long and purple. Alex was confused until she laid down on her bed, in full view of the window, and started rubbing herself.

Fuuuuuck.

Now he couldn’t look away and his hand was resting on his erection. Dani slowly pushed the dildo inside of her, and Alex slowly stroked himself. She worked at a leisurely pace at first, gently pushing it in and out with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other.

God, he wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to be stroking those perky nipples, thrusting into her wetness, and making her moan. Alex was mirroring Dani’s pace and as she sped up so did he. She was close, he could tell. As her back arched and her mouth fell open, he came.

Breathing heavily, he realized he’d covered the window in cum.

“Shit.” He mumbled and cleaned it up. When he looked back to Dani’s window, her light was off.

It’s morning and the sun is shining in through the slits in the blinds. I am still so tired and definitely don’t want to get out of the nice, cozy bed where you are still sleeping soundly next to me. I grumble a little and then make towards the edge of the bed. I stretch as I get off and make my way to the bathroom.

I turn on the water in the shower and as it starts to get hot, steam fills the room. I brush out my hair and then come back to the bed to wake you up. “Come on, sleepy head,” I say, “it’s time to wake up.” “I’ve started the shower and it’s nice and hot, just the way you like it.”

You stir a bit and rub at your sleepy eyes. You give a big stretch and then grab me, pinning me to the bed. You kiss me gently along my neck and then let me up. I go from the bed into the bathroom and then step inside the shower. I let the water run over me, letting it take the sleep from my eyes and mind and then I feel you come up behind me. I move to the side, letting you get into the stream of water.

I watch as the water courses its way along your body, small trails of it flowing along over your back as the muscles move beneath the skin. My excitement is building and I grab the bar of soap from the shelf. I rub it between my hands, getting a good amount of lather together. I then put the bar aside and run my hands across your back, feeling the muscles against my palms.

I run my hands up to your shoulders and gently squeeze at your neck. The lather allows free movement of my hands as they slide down your back to your ass. I rub each cheek gently, but with a certain firmness as well. escort beykent I squat down rubbing my hands along the back or your thighs, then down to your calves, the hair on them slick from the water pouring from the showerhead.

I stand up again and then pull to turn you so that you face me. I glance along your body, taking in the glorious view. Already your cock has begun to awaken, even if the rest of you has not completely. I put my hands up along your neck and rub the suds along it, slowly tracing down to your shoulders and collarbone. I then move across your chest, moving in slow circles and rubbing lightly against your nipples with my fingers.

I move my hands down to your stomach where they leave their white film behind as I hunch down again to wash the fronts of your legs. As my hands slide down, I move them so close to your cock that it jumps slightly at the anticipation of my touch. I look up at you and see you smiling down to me. “Not yet, my dear,” I say with a grin. “I am saving the best for last.”

I slowly raise myself before you, pressing my breasts against your thighs and then your cock as I move upward. They slip easily along you as I slide them against your stomach and then bring my mouth to yours. I kiss you deeply as my hands find your cock and balls, soaping them up and feeling their weight and texture.

Your hardness increases my own desires and I can feel the all too familiar throbbing between my legs. I continue to caress and soap your “sensitive” spots as I kiss at your neck. You lean down towards istanbul escorts my ear and whisper, “I want to be inside of you.”

I almost fall to the bottom of the shower as my knees weaken from your words. I look into your eyes and my grip on your cock tightens slightly. I turn you around once more to face the streaming water. I rinse all the soap from your body, using my hands for assistance. Your hands have found their way to my hips and you pull me towards your back.

Once all the soap is gone, you turn to face me and kiss me deeply. I enjoy the sensation of your tongue passing between my lips and lightly brushing against my own tongue. The taste of you filling my mouth as my hunger for you increases. You put your hands into my hair and gently grasp it between your fingers as your kiss continues. My hands move to your ass and pull you even closer. I can feel your hard cock as it presses against my skin and I let out a small moan.

You push me against the wall of the shower stall and the chill of the tiles sends a shiver through me. You kiss me harder and your hands roam along my shoulders, over my breasts and then to my hips. As our kisses continue, you move me upwards, pinning me against the wall and moving forward allowing your cock to slide along my thigh.

You slowly enter me and move your kisses along my neck and collarbone. You nibble lightly as you penetrate me completely. My hands come up around to your back and I trace along the muscles there, feeling them as you move against me and slowly pull away in preparation for the next slow escort rus thrust. I move forward and bite firmly into your shoulder, feeling your moan against my lips as it vibrates through your flesh.

You are still moving in and out of me at a very slow pace, allowing me to enjoy every second, every inch, as it passes along my pink tenderness, but also tormenting me as all I desire for is that you will ravage me. “I want you to take me,” I whisper against your neck. “I want you to take me and make me yours.”

Your hands and body respond quickly to the words as your grip on me tightens and your thrusts begin to quicken. I pull my head back and press it against the wall of the shower stall. Your thrusts are moving me against the tiling and I can feel a faint sting along my back where the bones press my flesh hardest against it. Your teeth find my neck and sink in slightly. You pull away and can see the redness already appearing where your teeth just were.

I can feel my orgasm building inside as I wrap one leg around you. You push into me harder and faster and my moans get louder with each thrust. My nails dig into your back and I clamp down my teeth on your chest as a scream escapes and I expel my juices over your cock. You continue to push and I tremble in your arms. Soon you find your own release and push hard against me one final time and allow your head to rest against the shower stall wall.

You let me down and we return to the water. We take turns cleaning each other off, allowing the last of the warm water to rinse us. You reach down to turn off the water and then pull me against your chest. The water is still dripping down you and I can feel it against my cheek as it drips along its path. You hold me there for a moment and then bring my face up to meet your lips for a kiss.

You then open the shower door and motion for me to exit. I do so, leading you behind me by the hand.

Watching you, stroking your hard cock, I can barely contain myself, stop myself from touching you, too. I lay against the pillows, watching you hungrily, my own fingers circling and rubbing my clit, keeping my excitement high. As your body arches and your cum shoots out, covering your stomach, I can’t stop myself and I crawl between your legs, sliding my fingertips lightly along your thighs, locking my eyes on yours as you watch me. Your hand is still holding your cock lightly and as I kneel between your legs, I take your hand in mine bringing it up to my mouth.

Looking into your eyes, I flick my tongue out in tiny licks, cleaning the cum from your fingers, your palm, the back of your hands, before sliding my mouth over your index finger, sucking it deep into my mouth. I see the smile playing on your lips as I tease you, alternately licking and sucking the finger in my mouth, knowing now what I have planned. Finally, releasing your finger, I move your hand and put it on your chest, smiling and telling you: “Get comfortable, love.”

Leaning down, I begin licking the little drops of cum off your thighs, flicking my tongue, lapping your skin with delicate strokes, intent on finding every drop no matter how well hidden. I slide my hands up your sides, skimming the surface lightly on the way up, raking your skin as I bring them back down to your hips. Flicking my tongue on your skin, I move up along your hip, my fingers curled into your hips on either side. I can feel your body moving restlessly and I glance up, seeing that look in your eyes, and smile at you, knowing you want to join in. Your cock, barely softened from your orgasm, is hardening again and I can feel your skin heating up.

Dragging my tongue across your stomach, my breasts brush against your cock and I hear you moan at the touch. Smiling, I deliberately brush them against it again and I’m rewarded with another low moan. Taking my time, I continue licking all along your stomach, darting my tongue into your bellybutton and circling it, pressing my breasts fully against your cock, letting it slip between them and rubbing along them, between them, your cum rubbing on them.

Sliding my hands to the outer edges escort topkapı of my breasts, I squeeze them around your cock, slowly sliding them up and down your cock, squeezing them around it. Your legs jerk up, knees bending slightly, pressing up against my body and holding me. Glancing up at your face, I smile – your eyes are half closed watching me, your lips parted, breathing shallowly.

Your cock is so hard now, sliding slickly between my breasts. Looking down, I see the head popping out between my breasts with each thrust and I slide my tongue across the head, earning a low groan from you. Slipping my mouth over the head of your cock, I tighten my lips and let it slip in, sucking it gently down to the rim, slowing the thrusting between my breasts and then let it slip almost all the way out. Your moans are growing louder; your hips thrusting harder and I know that the time for teasing has come to an end.

Letting go of my breasts, I slide my mouth fully down your cock, pressing my tongue flat against the sensitive underside, taking it deep into my throat, sucking harder for a moment. Glancing up, I look deep into your eyes, slowly sliding my mouth back up the shaft, up to the head, swirling my tongue over the head lovingly.

Crawling up your body, your hands reach for me hungrily, helping me to straddle your hips. Lifting myself high for a moment, I stroke my fingers lovingly down your cock, squeezing the base lightly and holding it steady. Your hands slide from my arms to my breasts, cupping them underneath and slowly stroking up, circling the nipples, teasing me before wrapping a finger and thumb around each, pinching and rolling them. A shudder passes through me, pleasure coursing through me.

Rolling my head briefly, watching you through half-closed eyes, I bring your cock between my pussy lips and slide the head up to my clit, pressing it hard against me and sliding up and down, letting the friction spur me on, my wetness spreading over your cock head. Your fingers tighten almost painfully on my nipples, pulling them hard and I moan, almost slumping against you, your cock poking out from between my lips.

I escort can’t wait any longer. Sliding your cock head down between my lips, pressing it against my wet entrance, I press down, letting it slip slowly in. I can feel your cock stretching my pussy open, the sensation as thrilling as ever, and I thrust down hard, pulling your cock deeper, letting it penetrate fully, not stopping until my pussy is grinding down against my hand, still holding the base.

Opening my hand, I circle your cock with my thumb and forefinger as far as they will reach, squeezing lightly, letting my pussy settle further. The sound of our harsh breathing fills the air, the scents of both of us filling my nostrils and I look at you, catching your eye and grin. Your hands are still massaging and playing with my breasts and I press into them, leaning forward to kiss you hard, plunging my tongue in to duel with yours. Raking my nails of my other hand down your chest, I feel you moan into my mouth and your hands slide roughly down my body to cup my ass and thrust me down hard onto your cock, earning a gasp from me.

My eyes fly open to find you looking at me and we gaze at each other as we kiss, grinding against each other slowly. I see the look in your eye and know that it’s time. I draw my hips up slowly, letting your cock slip almost out before tightening my muscles and starting to slide down, intending to go slow and easy.

Your hands tighten on my ass and pull me down quickly, as you thrust your hips up, sending your cock deep into my tight pussy. I shudder and feel my body tightening all over, knowing I won’t last either for long, needing you now. Leaning down on your chest, rubbing my hard nipples against your chest, I let the kiss deepen and begin thrusting against you harder moving with the rhythm you’re setting, taking your cock hard and deep, driving against you, letting the heat take over.

I can feel little fissures of pleasure spreading all over my body, your moans are filling the air with mine and the scent of us is driving me wild. I can feel my orgasm approaching and I begin to thrust harder, my fingers tightening around your cock, drawing my knees up escort fatih closer against your body to brace myself to thrust harder.

With a swift move, you thrust up deep into me and push me over onto my back, keeping your cock deep inside me. Grasping my legs, you slip your arms under each of them, letting them slip over your shoulders and driving deep inside me. Your back arches in pleasure, briefly, before you begin thrusting into my tight wet pussy, hard and deep, your hips moving faster. I can see your muscles tightening all over your body and I reach up, raking my nails across your chest again, digging them into your shoulders and thrusting up to meet you.

A shudder passes through both of us and I feel your hands as they reach down to squeeze my ass again, your body forcing mine into the bed as your lean down and take one of my nipples roughly into your mouth, sucking it, biting down. The pain is exquisite torture and I cry out, reaching to pull your head closer, to feel your teeth again.

Whimpering now, I try to form the words to tell you that I’m cumming, but none come out and I look down to see you watching me and you know. I feel your fingers sliding between my ass cheeks, your cock filling me deep as one finger slides down the crack of my ass, pressing hard against my ass slit. My orgasm hits at that moment and I cry out, my body tightening, wrapping around you, thrusting wildly, as your finger slips into my ass. I feel you twist the finger around as my whole body shakes and shudders, the pleasure flowing through all my limbs. I dig my nails into your shoulders again and hear you groan and then cry out, too, driving hard into me as you come with me.

I can feel your hot cum hitting the walls of my sensitive pussy, mixing with my juices, your cock pressing deep inside me now as far as you can drive it. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we shake against each other, moaning loudly, the waves of pleasure crashing over us. The smell is intoxicating and I breathe deeply, burying my nose against your neck, trying to pull you so close our bodies will meld.

Breathing hard, I slip my legs off your shoulders and slide them down against your body, hooking them around your legs. You press down on top of me, kissing me, running your tongue across my lips, meeting mine, letting the kiss deepen and express the feelings that words can’t right now.

Pulling slightly back, our lips clinging and then parting, I smile up at you. “Welcome home, my love.”

Do you know the difference between love and lust? I’m really not sure I do. A wise man once said you’re in love when you put her welfare and happiness ahead of yours. I suppose that’s a good enough definition for me. Of course when do you know, in a crunch, that you’d really do that?

Everybody knows what lust is. A desire so strong if you are left without satisfaction you suffer. But you’ll get over it, easily, perhaps just minutes later.

I know what jealousy is. That’s the feeling I had when I found my wife was having an affair. I was hurt, I was angry, I was sure she didn’t love me. When we had the first talk I told her if there was any chance of us saving our relationship, she had to stop; she promised she would. For eight months we worked hard, marriage counselors, long talks at night, weekends at bed and breakfasts. I was almost there, in the times I remembered about her and him I didn’t get quite so perturbed any more. Yes, that’s when I found the hotel room charge on her credit card. That’s jealousy.

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Just a few weeks into my relationship with Alicia, I wondered if what I was feeling was jealousy. I always associated the feeling with love – if you’re not in love, how can you be jealous? But I certainly felt something.

I knew Alicia slept around. I picked her up at a bar one Friday night, a rather plain looking woman, soft auburn hair, almost no makeup, thick lips, austere bifocals. But she filled her blouse out well, when she leaned into me at the bar I could see the lace of her bra. She waited for me to make the offer, her only question was, “Is your place clean?”

“Moderately so.”

“The first thing I’m going to do is go into the bathroom, if the toilet isn’t sparkling you can expect me to leave.”

I shook my head, it’d been a few days since I’d swabbed the floor. “Well, how about your place then?”

“No good. I never invite a guy home, I can’t have any chance of my son figuring it out.”

God, I wanted her. “How about a hotel?”

“Now you’re talking,” she agreed, the nearby Comfort Inn would be fine. “If the room isn’t clean, we can simply ask for another one.”

Shy wasn’t in this girl’s vocabulary. She stripped for me almost immediately, I was delighted by her bare pubes, she knew her way around my cock. I was this close to coming from her blow job at least four times, she kept doing something that blocked me. She couldn’t keep her body still while I ate her, flailing her arms and moaning so loudly I wondered if the people passing by the door could hear. And when she climbed on top of me, started thrashing around on my cock, her glasses slid off her nose and clattered to the floor. But she didn’t stop to worry about that, intent only on her own pleasure. I could hold off only long enough to make sure she was in orgasm.

Her cell had beeped during our struggles, she paused to look at it. “Nothing important,” she admitted, “I had to know if my son needs me. But it’s only a guy, probably looking for a booty call.”

She turned on her stomach, we talked.

“Are you married?” I asked.

“Used to be. Are you?”

“It only lasted a couple of years,” I admitted.

“She was fucking around on you, wasn’t she? How long have you been divorced?”

“Nineteen months. You?”

“Going on five years now. We have a son, nine years old, joint custody. This week he’s at his dad’s place.”

“That’s got to be rough.”

“Not really,” she said. “I divorced him, I was a virgin when we got married and I knew our sex sucked, he didn’t want it to get better. Other issues, too, of course, money and he could be an asshole. So it’s better for my son this way. He’s still got both parents, we both love him, and this way I get to fuck around every other week.”

We started again, it took me another half hour to get ready for the encore, an interlude that suited her perfectly. She responded to my tongue and touches as a trained race horse does, orgasming blazingly. I found her nipples loved to be bitten softly, I found I liked the same treatment. She sucked on my toes, laughing when I shook with tension. When I was finally ready we went through the paces again, she sat on the credenza while I screwed her, she draped herself over the back of the chair spreading her legs around the small of my back. She seemed finally done, she laid sedately on her back while I prodded into her, encouraging me to reach completion once again.

“So how did you get so good at sex?”

“Practice,” Alicia laughed. “Believe it or not, I never had an orgasm until after I got divorced. Not even from masturbation. After we were separated I let this guy take me out, I figured it was time I moved on, and as soon as he put it in me I went off! I wasn’t quite sure what it was, not then, but when we got together a couple weeks later there it was again! And I learned I could bring myself off in bed by myself. Or in the bathtub, or in the living room, or . . . ” She laughed, a soft giggle. “We dated for four months and it escort yenibosna started getting a little serious so I broke it off, and I picked up a guy at a bar one night. Yep, fireworks again. One of my girlfriends who’d been around the block seduced me, and I found out girls can be almost as good as guys. And she explained to me what guys like, she showed me how to give a blowjob to a banana . . . You going to leave now?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Cool. Buy me breakfast.”

We woke up around four in the morning, it was quick but satisfying. And at nine o’clock, we spent a great fifteen minutes in the shower, then we spent twenty-five on the bed and we showered again. I ran out of condoms, but it turned out she had a three-pack in her purse. “For emergencies,” she tittered.

Over the grand slam, I asked if I could see her that night. “Sorry, I’ve got a date. But here’s my number. Don’t be worried if it takes me a couple of days to get back to you, I don’t want my son to know what his mother does in her spare time.”

I hit the bar again the next night, accompanied by my friend, Jimmy. We made the rounds, I told him about this fantastic brunette who screwed my brains out the night before. We had some luck with this pair of divorcees, and they wanted us to go back to their place. But I wasn’t in the mood. Had I had enough sex for one weekend? That’d never been a problem for me before. I told Jimmy to go ahead without me, he later told me he’d slept with both of them, but Jimmy had a certain lack of preciseness in the story, I assumed he’d struck out.

As I drove home, it wasn’t later than 11:30, I wondered how Alicia’s date was turning out. Was she even then on her knees, letting the other guy stick it to her hard? I wasn’t upset about it or anything, Alicia had been very honest with me about her notions. Still, I sort of wished I was the one with her. I thought about calling her, perhaps the date had gone bad. But I remembered her laughter as she joked about booty calls. Instead I just put ESPN on, let it dull me to sleep.

I gave her a call late Monday night. “Hey, how are you?”

“Just fine. I got Robbie to sleep, just having a glass of wine.”

“Oh, he’s there tonight?”

“Yeah. My ex and I swap off every Sunday night, this is my week.”

“Okay. So, what are you wearing?” I asked.

“Nope, I can’t go there. Robbie’s the most important thing in my life, I don’t take any chances when he’s here.” So I was denied phone sex and sexting. But then I realized all the other guys were denied it too.

“Well, I really had a great time Friday, you were fantastic.”

“You were too,” she complimented, “very stimulating, if you know what I mean.”

We went on to ordinary subjects after that, I found she liked historical movies about the old European kings and queens. That her favorite place to travel to was the mountains in the spring.

After fifteen minutes we wrapped up. “Okay, so listen, I don’t normally talk to guys the week my son’s here. I don’t even answer the phone. But I made an exception in your case, because you’re new and I really like you. What are you doing Sunday night?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“Well, I was hoping we could get together. You don’t know how much I’m in the mood after I have a week with my son.”

“It’s a date! Why don’t you let me buy you dinner . . .”

“. . . That won’t be necessary,” she interrupted. “Why don’t I just pick up something – do you like Chinese? – and I’ll just bring it over to your place.” I agreed rapidly.

I spent much of the weekend scrubbing my apartment, the bathroom glistened. On Saturday I went with Jimmy to our bar and met another woman. She invited me home, I accepted. But my heart wasn’t in it, while we were in the deed she had a rather dead ass. After I dribbled into her listlessly, I made my excuses and left quickly. The girl didn’t expect me to call again, I got the feeling.

Alicia arrived at my place just after seven. She attacked me with kisses, her hand was at my zipper quickly. She let me undress her in the living room, sat on the couch and let me at her clit, bucking and screaming as I ate her. I crawled between her legs, she told me she needed me. Her box was hot, I tried to hold off but it was no use, she bellowed as we screwed. “Go ahead, I know you need to,” she cheered, and I emptied myself into her twat. The whole thing hadn’t lasted more than ten minutes after the door was closed, but it was the best quickie I’ve ever had.

“I’m disappointed,” I said.

“Why? Because I didn’t give you a blow job? There’s plenty of time for that.”

“No, I worked all weekend on my toilet, and you didn’t inspect it.”

We laughed, but she trod nakedly into the bathroom. “I knew it would look great,” she taunted. The spring rolls and cashew chicken was still warm, we ate at the kitchen table in the buff. For the first time I actually took time to look her over. Believe it or bayan escort not, the previous Friday and earlier that evening, I hadn’t concentrated on her features, I was much too intent on using her. Now, I took my time.

She wasn’t a classic beauty. Her face was pear shaped, her jaw jutted a bit. The glasses she always wore could have had more stylish frames. Her hair was a bit too fine, it waved wildly. Her lips were thick, and her smile lacked a glow to it. And yet, her demeanor reeked of sex, of craving. I found myself becoming hard again for her.

She dragged me into the bedroom after the meal, she was hungry for more of me. This time we weren’t trying to set speed records, we kissed fervidly, she pressed her body against mine. Once again I nibbled at her nether region, she bellowed in pleasure. She waved me to kneel above her with my cock at her face. “I want you to come on my tits,” she begged, and then proceeded to let me fuck her mouth, her hands were on my balls and shaft as she licked the tip. It was marvelous, and when I felt the bile rising I backed away and she stroked my cock as it spilled onto her chest and chin. I noticed a glob on her hair, she didn’t seem to mind.

When I was done she collected a wad of it, moved it to her button and used it as natural lubrication as she brought herself off again. I timed it, one-thousand and one, one-thousand and two, and was up to eighty-seven before she opened her eyes and sighed blissfully.

I tried to get her to stick around but she wouldn’t have it. “It’s a school night,” she said, “and I know if I stay we won’t get any sleep and I’ll be worthless tomorrow.”

“How about dinner on Friday?”

“That’d be great. I’ll come over and we can leave from here?”

It was evident I still wasn’t welcome at her place. “That’s fine.”

And she smiled slyly as she picked up her jacket, “Should I bring an overnight bag?”

I tried calling her Wednesday night, around nine, she didn’t pick up. I got the return call on Thursday, we talked for fifteen minutes, she wouldn’t let me invite her over for the night. “No, tomorrow is coming. Try not to jerk off, there’ll be more for me if you don’t,” she laughed.

She arrived at my house around 6:45 in a chic black dress, plenty of cleavage, plenty of leg. “I got it when I was in Vegas last summer,” she explained. I wondered if she’d gotten the pearls at her neck or the expensive diamond earrings the same way.

I had reservations at Ruth Chris, fifty dollar steaks, hundred dollar bottle of wine. ?The whole thing set me back over three hundred bucks, but it was worth it, I wanted this girl to stick around for awhile. She told me some tales about her childhood while we ate. “Really, I was such a good kid. Girl Scout from the time I was nine, got the award for selling the most cookies three years in a row. Didn’t kiss a boy until my junior year. Very religious, Presbyterian, the whole idea of predestination scared the shit out of me. Met my husband just after I got my associate degree, he swept me off my feet. I’ve always told everybody I was a virgin when I was married, but about a month before the wedding we snuck off to a hotel and I left a red stain on the sheet.”

I told her a few tales about me, she told me she thought I had more, but really, I didn’t. I wasn’t any more wild than other kids in high school and college.

“You called me Wednesday night,” she said, “did you want me to come over?” Her eyes bored into me, I didn’t dare color the truth.

“I was hoping,” I admitted.

“I was over at a friend’s place. A guy friend. Listen, I like sex. You know that, even though this is only our third date. Once I found out guys are different, I decided I wanted to try ’em all. And I’ve made a pretty good start. Please don’t ask me how many, I won’t tell you, I’ll never tell you. But I won’t lie to you about it either. I hope you’ll take me home and let me show you how much I like you, this wonderful dinner has earned you whatever you’d like tonight. And I hope we’ll see more of each other. You can call me anytime you want, even late at night on the weeks I don’t have Robbie, and if I’m in the mood I might just swing by your place for a quickie.

“But I’m not a one-woman man, I’m not going to be, at least not for quite a while. If you decide you don’t want me on a part-time basis, that’s okay. If you call me, I’ll pick up the phone. If you don’t I’ll be sorry, but I won’t cry.”

I reacted by asking her, “So tell me more about the time you were in Key West, I’ve always been tempted about going down there for Fantasy Fest . . .”

I took her home, of course, and we made dreamy, burning love. As I ate her at one point I placed a finger near her ass, she deliberately wriggled it until my finger penetrated her asshole, she came hard. At another point, we were in doggy, she was right at the edge of the bed and she slipped off and it was almost mystical. I know I came twice, once after about forty minutes when she was escort kayaşehir in cowgirl, then a couple hours later when we were in a very comfortable position. I really didn’t think two people could screw that hard. We slept, exhausted, naked.

When I woke the next morning I found her in my living room in a thin white robe, her nipples poking holes in the fabric, reading a leather bound book I’d purchased on sale just to make my apartment classier, a cup of coffee at her side. She smiled, I sat beside her, we kissed. “E.F. or F.F.?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Eat First or Fuck First! But I warn you, I’m a little sore this morning, you made me use muscles in some strange ways last night.”

We decided on breakfast, I managed to burn some toast and break a yolk of the eggs. It was going on eleven, we jumped into the shower. She got me to stand with my back to the spigot, kneeled before me and proceeded to give me an excruciatingly perfect blow job. She refused to stop until she got me to come, then seemed to swallow it. When she stood she kissed me, I could tell not all of it was down her throat, it was rather exciting in a strange way to be tasting my own sperm.

She let me play with her body on the bed, but it seemed just for forms sake, she didn’t seem to come. Not that she didn’t encourage me, and she said she enjoyed it.

As we dressed, she’d brought jeans, a blouse and a change of underwear, I said, “Why don’t you spend tonight, too?”

She gazed at me wistfully. “You’d really like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t answer me for a few moments, fiddling with her overnight bag, then took her cell out of her purse. She made a call, the person on the other end apparently answered quickly. “Hey, Herb, it’s Alicia . . . yeah, just fine, you? . . . hey, would you mind if I took a rain check for tonight . . . thanks for understanding, bye!” Turning to me, she asked, “So, what are we going to do today?”

We decided to head for the cultural district, I found out she liked bumming around art galleries. We stopped by a supermarket on the way home, picked up chicken and salad for dinner, and she put a few more things in the cart. And she wouldn’t let me insert my credit card into the machine. “My treat. If I pay for another thirty dinners like this, we’ll be even for what you spent last night.”

At my place she turned me onto an old series on Netflix, we ate dinner in front of the TV, of course we made love again in the living room on the couch, it was no less exciting for feeling a little domestic. The next morning I found out she was skilled at making omelettes, we hung out until two when she said she really had to be going, she was picking Robbie up at five.

I asked her if we were going to see each other again, she said, “You’ve got my phone number. Feel free to call anytime starting next Sunday night.” A final lingering kiss, she was gone.

That week, did I have hopes? Of course I did, I was in the early throes of infatuation. If ever there was a perfect woman for me, it was Alicia. I could picture us sitting down to dinner every night, asking about how the day had gone. I thought of vacations in the Rockies. My mind wandered to the wonders of her body, and even more to the intelligence of her brain. Yes, every now and again I recalled her manifesto that she wasn’t a one woman man, but I was able to conveniently turn my attention from that.

Tuesday I gave her a call. In response, I got a simple text. ‘Not when I’ve got Robbie. Call me Sunday night.’

And on Sunday night, at 6:45, I dialed her number. “Hi, so glad you called,” I heard her say in her cheerful contralto, “mind if I stop over there tonight?” Of course I told her to get her ass over. The very first thing she did was stride into the bathroom, take a good look around, then say to me, “God, after a week without anything, all I want is a good hard one. Get your ass in the bedroom.” We screwed, a quickie full of her screams, then a naked sandwich eaten on the bed, then we returned to purpose A – I’m pretty sure that was the first time she lubed her back hole up and let me in there.

By 10:00, she was dressing, and I asked, “So, this coming weekend?”

“Sorry, an old friend is coming into town. He booked a room at the McKinley, we’ve got tickets to Hamilton. I could see you Thursday night, would you like that?”

My hopes were dashed. “Let me think about it.”

“Okay, I’ll keep it open, let me know.”

I gave her a call on Wednesday, asked her if she wanted to grab dinner on Thursday. She merrily said she would, she showed up at the Chili’s wearing a very sexy top, we wound up back at my place for an hour and a half. I was satisfied, but not.

I stewed that weekend, the weekend I knew she lingered in a luxury suite with that old flame of hers, screwing his brains out, not mine. Maybe that’s the first time jealousy over her hit me in the stomach. Over scotch I told Jimmy about it and he tried to talk sense into me. “She told you she wasn’t a one man girl!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“She told you she’s not the marrying kind.”

“A guy can hope, can’t he?”

“Not about her, you can’t. Maybe in a year or two. But not now. You hardly really know her,” he pointed out. “If you get in her face about it she’ll give you the old heave-ho.”

I laid there in bed, awakened by your stirring. I was warned, therefore, before you cuddled up to me. I pretended to sleep while you curled your body next to mine, your erection pressing between my ass cheeks. I know that if I ignore you, you’ll smoothly roll out of bed and pad off to the toilet, emptying your seed there while the water heats for your morning shower. Some days I do that, others I sleep through your attempts, today I want you, just not too quickly.

I wiggle my round bottom against you, just a little, so you think I’m still asleep. I want you to think you have to work for your prize, although it is my prize as well. My wiggling allows my cheeks to part, allows you to nestle more securely against my butt. I feel your head against my anal opening and briefly consider it. We’ve done it before and you enjoy it. I put up with it for that reason alone. I wiggle more and you slip away from my butt and against my labia. The fat on the back of my thighs obstructs you and I relax a little, letting my legs part so that your sexy prick can rub against its target.

But I’m not wet enough yet. I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to know I’m awake. You push against me roughly, but you’re smart enough to realize that the morning dew on my lips isn’t enough for us to have our fun. You hesitate here, still unsure whether or not I’m awake. You decide that you don’t care, a decision I love, because you have turned me completely on, my love. escort cengelköy Feigning sleep or not, I want you this morning. I want to feel you against me and on top of me and inside me, pumping away inside of my sloppy wetness. I want to feel your hot seed spurting into me, fresh off my period, the first night I can have you without the discomfort that menstrual sex always seems to cause. I saw your eyes last night when I came to bed, the sly happiness at seeing my panty-less body when I slipped between the sheets. And I was too tired last night, too long working, too long writing. But I don’t have to go to work until after noon and it’s still early morning and you’re working a finger around my opening, penetrating past my damp lips and into the wet insides of my vagina. I sigh when you grunt, surprised to find those insides so wet. You’ve told me how dry I am when I’m still asleep, except for those mornings you’ve woken me with your sex, your happy prick hard inside me.

I shift to ease your entrance between my swollen lips. This grunt is even happier, as I’ve given you the ability to finger me. Your finger happily travels around the entrance, slick with my juice. I moan, my eyes still closed, picturing the look on your face while you find the hole. I can’t help but push back against your finger. It slides easily into me and I squeeze my Kegel muscles around your thick digit. You work it around, eskort bayan then in and out. I’m going crazy, just wanting you to mount me. My legs part and I raise my ass, wanting little more than a good hard fuck from my husband. You slip the finger out and I know I’m going to take your length into my waiting cunny.

You surprise me by not mounting up, but by sliding down. Your fingers pry my ass cheeks apart and your tongue digs into me, massaging my perineum, flicking over my anus and vagina. You tug me and I roll onto my side, my legs apart as your head settles between my legs, your tongue caressing my labia, parting them and filling my hole. Your arms wrap around my thighs and your fingers open the top of my crevasse. They find my clit, stiff and throbbing, waiting for your touch. Your other hand crosses over my stomach and finds one breast, fingering the nipple before plying it with sweet touches. It crosses over and finds the other while you slide two fingers into me, then three. I know that’s wider than you and I push against your fingers while your tongue rubs my clitoris, causing electric shocks of pleasure to run through me.

My hand goes to your hair, entangling it with my fingers. I hear your chuckle through my pelvic bone. You suspected I was awake and waiting for this pleasure. That’s why you pulled back, why you didn’t just mount up and ride me into the sunrise. You know I love being filled with your escort hadımköy meat, with your juice. But, you also know how much I love your tongue and fingers, the orgasms you give me with them. You also know I’m good for repayment, as soon as you’re done.

Suddenly, all though flies from my mind. I am animal-woman. The pleasure intensifies as I squeeze my thighs around you. You find a way to fit a fourth finger in and I screw your fingers while they massage my g-spot. I come hard, screaming my pleasure into the pillow. You keep rubbing after I’m done, which tickles. You pull back and I look back and up at you, while you lick my juices off your fingers. My eyes drop to the throbbing tool between your legs. My eyes betray my desire to be filled by you. I’ve had my come; I’m willing to pay the price you want, which is simply to stick it in me. I turn my face away and lay my forehead on my crossed arms.

Your fingers, moist from me and your licking, grip my hips and I feel you invade me from behind. I moan happily as you hump away, thrusting yourself into me, your balls slapping at my clit, which has retreated back behind its hood, but still giving off muted waves of pleasure. You are already fully swollen and I feel the head mushroom inside me. The last expansion comes and you push yourself as far in as you can. I feel your seed shooting into me and I smile happily. I reach back between my legs and fondle your testicles as you fill me. You stretch around (sometimes I wonder if you’re a contortionist) and take my hand from your body, intertwining your fingers with mine. I feel your last spasm and you stay in me as long as you can, until you soften and slip out.

We roll up in the blankets and I hear you fall asleep. I smile softly as I do the same.

So, you want more. I knew you would. It’s hard to resist once you get started, isn’t it? I know what it’s like. And you know that as well. That’s why you came back to me. You know that you don’t even have to tell me what you need, because I’m already prepared to provide it all for you.

Do you mind if I get undressed first? I want you to watch me. You know, I’ve seen you watch me before. I hope that means you like what you see. Do you like when I sway my hips a little as I undress for you? I actually bought these panties and this bra just for you. Maybe I should leave them on for a moment to tease you. I’ll help you undress first before I take them off.

Oh wow, you look so wonderful in what you’re wearing right now. It’s a shame to take it off. I know maybe that it’s not your favorite outfit, but you look so unbelievably sexy all the time. The only thing that can convince me to take it off of you is the knowledge that there’s something even better underneath. Oh my, even though I’ve seen your chest before, it’s amazing every time I see it.

Let’s stop for a moment. It’s lovely to see you in this state of half-undress. It’s difficult to keep myself from touching you. What? You don’t mind a little touch right now? Let me just run my hands over your chest. Mmmm. Perfect. Now, let’s get those bottoms off. Oh, you didn’t wear any underwear! You’re so naughty. I love it. I hope you did that just as a surprise for me.

Come here for a moment; let’s look at you in the mirror. I know that you may not think of yourself as looking great, but let me show you what I see. Look at your face. Those amazing eyes, those kissable lips…you have to know that your face looks wonderful. And look at your body. Oh, maybe you think this is too big or that is too small, but I don’t see any of that. In fact, it’s hard to stop myself from touching you this very moment. Why don’t I start touching escort mahmutbey you while you watch us in the mirror?

Oooh, you like that, don’t you? My fingers know exactly where to go as they explore your body. Keep watching yourself; keep watching me. Look at how fantastic we look together. You, completely nude, and me, in my bra and panties…

Have you ever done this before? Watched as you touched yourself, maybe? Seen how your own sexy body reacts? It’s so much better than porn; it’s you, the real live you making your own body squirm. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of, enjoying how you look. I know I certainly love the way you look.

I hope you love the way I look. Do you like my breasts? You seemed to enjoy them, before. You seemed to enjoy the way my nipples get hard for you, the light pink areolas that surround them, how they feel cupped in your hands. I think maybe you should take off my bra for me, so you can see them, again. You must have missed feeling them. Maybe you could stand behind me and massage my breasts as we watch ourselves in the mirror. Ooh, I’ve never had anyone make my nipples get as hard as you get them for me. The way your fingers gently pull and play with them is like how no one else has ever done.

Mmmm. I hope I’m not being too selfish having you continue to caress my breasts. It’s just so amazing the feelings you create within me. After you, I’m not sure how any other lover will ever be able to compare. You don’t mind that we spend so much time focusing on my breasts, do you? I think you love feeling them almost as much as I love them being felt.

But, this wasn’t supposed to be about me this time. I want this to be about you. I want to help make you feel as good as I possibly can, because this time it was you who came to me. But, even though it was you who came back for more, eskort you know that I wanted you just as badly.

Oh no, don’t do that. Please don’t pull away. Please don’t make me beg for it. Oh, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to beg for you. Oh god, please, keep touching me. Please. I’ll do anything you want as long as you give me back your wonderful hands. Or your perfect tongue and mouth. Just thinking about it is making me squirm. Ah, this is agonizing having you so close yet you’re unwilling to touch me. What more can I say? What more can I do? Please, I’ll do anything. I really will do anything.

What? Right now? Across your lap? I didn’t think that this is what you would want…You’ll be gentle, right? Gentle as you slap my ass? I know that you’ve enjoyed looking at it. Ooh. That feels good actually. That light spank made my pussy quiver just a little. Just one? You’re stopping there? Oh, because I liked it, hunh? So, now you’re trying to tease me.

First you make me beg for you, and then you tease me. You enjoy that I want you this bad, don’t you? God, well…it’s not like I can really be upset with you. Because I love it all, too. But, please use me now. I need you so bad. I really do. And I want you to need me too. Please, let me stop begging, and stop teasing me, just touch me, already. And let me touch you, too.

Oh god, thank you. Oh my…oh god…oh yes. Please keep rubbing my clit like that. Oh god. But, wait. Let me take off my panties so that there is more room for your hand to move around. Ooh, that’s better, don’t you think? Do you love how smooth my pussy is for you? You know what I do sometimes, when you’re not around. I sit down, in front of this very mirror, and I spread myself wide open.

Once I’m spread open, first I’ll just spend some time looking. But then I begin to play. You wouldn’t believe how erotic it is to be escort sultangazi able to watch myself as I insert a finger inside myself. What, you want to see me do it right now? But, I so much prefer your touches to mine. Well, maybe I could, just for a little bit. I do so love it to have people watch me.

Oh yes. It’s even better to watch your face as I touch myself for you. Oh god, for some reason, when you’re watching me touch myself, it feels better than when I’m alone. It’s still not as good as your touch, but, god, it’s pretty damn good. What? You want me to slide two fingers slowly into my wet, slippery pussy? Oooh. That was such a good idea. I love the feeling of something inside of me.

But, why not replace my fingers with yours? Mmmmm. That’s even better. Ooh, you know just how to move your fingers, each wiggle, and each movement seems to find all the right spots inside of me to make me moan out with pleasure. I don’t know how you have managed to get so good. Oh, yes, keep going. Just like that.

Do you mind if I touch you now, as well? Oh, thank you! Ooh, touching you softly while your fingers explore inside of me feels so wonderful. Oh god, please don’t stop. Oh yes, keep doing that. Exactly like that. Oh god, yes, touch my clit at the same time. Please…yes…please…oh god. More, just a little more…I feel like I’m going to explode. I can feel every part of me tense. Please, just like that…What? You stopped! I can’t believe you stopped. I was so close…you’re evil, you know that?

Oh god, oh, thank you, oh, you started again. Oh yes. Oh god yes. Just…oh yes…oh yes…oh god. Keep going. Almost there. Oh god yes. Ohhh yes.

Wow. That was amazing. So intense. Oooh, it got you even more excited, too, didn’t it? Mmmm. How about I give you a little lick or two. Oh, you taste so amazing. Let me give you a little kiss down there. Mmmm, perfect. I hope you enjoy how my tongue and lips feel. Oooh. Let me touch you while my lips and tongue continue to caress your skin. Oh yes, mmm, I love making you feel good.

Oh, oh my! You’re cumming already! Mmm, wonderful. That was perfect. I love the way you cum. You know, I really am so glad you decided to come back for more.

Michael Broadbent and I had been friends for many years. We had met at University and then lost contact for a while only to find ourselves working for the same merchant bank in the City some five years later. That was ten years ago and we had remained firm friends ever since. We had both married. My wife, Sarah was an English rose. Beautiful to look at and highly intelligent. The only fly in the ointment was the fact that she tended to be somewhat prudish. Michael’s wife, Rachel, on the other hand, was dark and bubbly with an outgoing, some would say outrageous, personality. The women had never become such firm friends as Michael and I had but they did get on with one another, mainly because they knew that it was important to us. The four of us would often attend social and sporting events together but our main socialising was regular dinner parties at one another’s homes, usually on a Friday night.

On one such evening Sarah and I were at the Broadbents. Rachel had prepared a delicious meal of roast lamb and vegetables followed by a Peach Melba dessert, all washed down by Michael’s impeccable choice of red and white wine. I was doing something that I found myself doing more and more at our meetings. I was surreptitiously watching Rachel. Her smile, her full figured body with its plump softly contoured breasts and the way her dress clung to her as she moved. I just hoped that no one else had noticed because it was almost impossible to stop doing. She aroused me. I had no romantic feelings for her at all but was developing ever stronger, much more basic desires every time we met. It was becoming an effort to control.

We were leaving the dining table to adjourn to the more comfortable seating in the living room when I decided to make a quick visit to the bathroom, the wine having taken its toll. As I was leaving the room I heard Rachel call out behind me,

“James dear, would you mind very much using the en suite bathroom in our bedroom? The main bathroom is being redecorated and is pretty much in a shambles I’m afraid.”

I lifted a hand up and waved to indicate that I had heard and continued on up the stairs to the master bedroom, going through it to the bathroom on the other side. I duly relieved myself and washed my hands. I was just about to leave when I noticed the laundry hamper in the corner and the strangest feeling came over me. Here was an opportunity to handle the most intimate garments belonging to this incredibly sexy woman. Without further thought on my part the lid was opened and, within seconds, I was holding in my hands a scrap of bright scarlet material. It was a g-string made of satin. As I fingered it my finger slipped through a slit in the front. The material was damp with the secretions of her body and I could feel the moisture on my fingertips. Then I ran my finger along the thin cord which I knew had been rubbing up against her anus, probably only hours ago. With trembling hands I balled the panties in my hand and raised them to my face, covering my nostrils. Then I breathed in, as deeply as I could.

The scent that filled my nostrils was the deep powerful musk that the female of the species has used since the dawn of time to arouse the male and ensure the survival of the human race. It owed nothing to any perfume, science or chemicals. It was raw and basic and the effect on me was electric. As I stood there breathing in this intoxicating aroma, my organ engorged almost instantly, my underclothing becoming tight and uncomfortable. My hand went down to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my clothing. Only a few moments later the waistband of my trousers was undone and both they and my shorts were pooled around my ankles. My hand began to move in smooth even strokes.

It was not enough. I shuffled across the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Peering inside, I found what I had been looking for, a tube of KY jelly. Putting the panties down for just a moment, I picked up the KY, took off the cap, and pressed out a blob onto the palm of my hand. I quickly replaced the cap and then picked up the panties and held them over my nose once more before I spread the KY all over my rigid penis. And so I masturbated. My eyes were closed, my nostrils were flared and in my imagination I was having wild uninhibited sex with the gorgeous Rachel. No, that is wrong. In my mind I was fucking Rachel with total abandoned animal lust. She was lying flat on her back on the silk sheets of her double bed, her legs spread wide apart. I was between them relentlessly driving her to a climax with my engorged shaft as she screamed out my name and begged me to fuck her harder, ever harder.

The images in my minds eye were so graphic and so vivid, the scent of her was so arousing and the warm slippery feel of the KY was so sensuous that, for a brief time, my hand actually became her vagina. This avalanche of sensation could not last and very soon the inevitable happened. I felt my climax approaching, sweeping me up with the power of a tidal wave. I began to tremble, quite violently, escort bakırköy as I felt little beads of sweat break out all over my body. I opened my eyes, and desperately shuffled to the washbasin, only just getting there as the first torrent of semen spurted out and splashed against the white porcelain surface. A huge shudder shook my body and I grunted, biting my lip to keep from crying out as the rest of my fluid pulsed out and began to trickle down the drain. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I caught sight of a movement in the half open doorway, reflected in the mirror on the front of the medicine cabinet, but, when I turned to look there was no-one there and not a sound to be heard. I put it down to my imagination and a feeling of guilt at what I had just done.

It did not take me very long to clean up. I washed myself with warm water and the bar of scented soap I found there, then dried myself on one of the soft towels hanging on the towel rail, the towel with a small “Hers” embroidered in a corner. I pulled my shorts and trousers up and fastened everything before carefully cleaning the last traces of my solitary passion from the basin. I almost put the panties in my pocket but decided that it was much too risky and replaced them in the laundry hamper after placing them over my nose for a few deep breaths one final time.

When I went back downstairs the others started ribbing me about taking forever just to take a leak but cryptic remark about a “brown cloud” soon shut them all up, even embarrassed them a little. One of the side effects of what had just happened was a lessening in my personal sexual tension level when I looked at Rachel and so the evening came to a very satisfactory end when Sarah and I left to go home shortly after midnight.

One morning, about a week and a half later, I came down the stairs and passed the hall table where Sarah had placed the morning post, as she usually did. I stopped and leafed through it, putting the dull boring stuff to one side (the bills that is) and finishing with a rather intriguing padded envelope addressed to me. I was about to open it when Sarah called to me from the kitchen,

“Your breakfast is ready love, come through and eat it before it gets cold.”

“Coming.” I called back, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket meaning to read it as soon as I had finished my breakfast. Naturally that didn’t happen, Sarah and I got engrossed in our conversation and then, suddenly, I was late for my train and had to rush to the station, forgetting all about it.

Sitting in my seat on the commuter train, reading my morning newspaper, I reached into my coat pocket for the tube of mints that I habitually kept there. My fingers found the envelope that I had stuffed in there in such a hurry earlier and I pulled it out. The address was typed on a label and the postmark was an anonymous inner city London borough, no clues there. Curiosity aroused I tore open one end, reached into the plastic bubble wrap interior and withdrew something that I recognised instantly. It was Rachel’s red g-string panties, probably the same ones that had recently given me such pleasure, and still soiled judging by the faint whiff of scent which drifted up to my nostrils.

I stared at them in shock for a few seconds and then pushed them back into the envelope, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. . My heart was pounding and thoughts were racing through my head. She knew! She must have seen me. Had she told Michael? Would she tell Sarah? What was I going to do?

Then logic kicked in. If she were going to tell Michael or Sarah about what I had done she would simply have done so. She would not have sent me the panties. She was playing a deeper game and I was in it up to my neck. I reasoned that there had to be more in the envelope so I put my hand back in, and, sure enough, my fingers encountered a slip of paper, which I withdrew. It was typewritten and was unsigned. It read:

“Make a lunch reservation at Chez Jacques for 12.30 on Friday”

The rest of that day went by in a haze. I made the lunch reservation, how could I not do so? Naturally I did not ask my secretary to do it but made the call myself. I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. A number of times during the day, when I was alone, I removed the envelope from my pocket and took the panties out to hold them in my hand. Once I even held them up to my nose and took a deep breath and, on another occasion I almost took them to the bathroom to use as an aid to masturbation! The day finally came to an end and I locked the envelope in my desk drawer before going home.

Arriving home I went directly to the drinks cabinet and poured myself a stiff Scotch. I was just pouring it down my neck when Sarah came into the living room,

“Hello love, how was your day?” Then she saw my face and the Scotch and said, “Not too good by the looks of it. Why don’t you pour me one as well and we can both unwind together?”

I poured istanbul eskort her a drink and we sat down in our usual chairs. My drink calmed me and I managed to carry on a normal conversation. That is, until she said,

“By the way, what was in that envelope that came this morning? You never did get an opportunity to open it before you left for work.”

Suddenly there I was again, heart pounding, brain in overdrive. “It was, uh, um ..” She looked at me quizzically as I floundered just this side of panic. Then a flash of inspiration hit me; “It was a spare battery for my mobile that I bought on e Bay.” She smiled and we chatted for a while about what a marvellous thing e Bay was and how cheap things were when bought that way.

Friday soon came and, after a morning that seemed to drag on forever, I managed to make an excuse and got away for my early lunch. I arrived a few minutes early and was seated by the maitre d’ at a small table for two, tucked away in a discreet alcove. I was nervously crumbling a bread roll when I sensed her arrival before I actually saw her. There was a whiff of her exotic perfume and a presence behind me before her long fingernails traced across my cheek and she moved past me to sit opposite.

“Hello James dear, how kind of you to invite me to lunch.”

She smiled beautifully at me as she greeted me and my eyes were drawn to her generous cleavage that revealed the swelling curves of her rounded tanned breasts. I was in no mood to be distracted however,

“My god, Rachel, what the hell are you playing at? Can you imagine what would have happened if Sarah had opened that envelope? I can’t imagine……” She held up her hand and stopped me in mid flow,

“James, you are being boring and tiresome and I really don’t like boring and tiresome men.” Her voice was soft and low but her eyes were steely. “Shall I leave now James, is that what you want?”

“No,” just the monosyllable.

“Good, why don’t we see what is on the menu, I do love this restaurant so, the food is scrumptious.” She picked up the leather bound folder and began to study it intently.

“Rachel, we have to talk.”

“No we don’t. We have to select our meal, and then we have to enjoy it. Maybe then we can ‘talk’ as you put it. Till then why don’t we just ‘converse’?” She studied the menu and then announced, “I think I would like to start with a dozen fresh oysters and then go on to a grilled lobster with lemon butter sauce. How about you?”

I mumbled something about steak and then called the waiter over to give him our order. As he was writing it down she leaned forward and covered my hand with hers and said,

“I would love a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon to wash that down. Champagne always goes so wonderfully well with oysters, they say the combination is a powerful aphrodisiac.” She must have seen the look of horror on my face at the mention of the word ‘vintage’ because she went on, “Perhaps a bottle of Dom non vintage then.” She glanced at the waiter and he wrote something down before moving off.

“Michael spoils me something rotten you know,” she said, “he bought me a really clever little digital camera last month. I meant to show it to you last time you visited because I know you are interested in that sort of thing but it completely slipped my mind, we were having so much fun. It is so sensitive that it can take pictures even by ordinary room lighting without the need for a flash. The pictures can be printed and can even be sent by e mail!”

I knew what she was talking about, of course I did, but I found that my initial shock turned very quickly into a form of excitement. Had she really taken pictures of me? Did she look at them and feel aroused? Suddenly I hoped so because the very thought was beginning to arouse me.

Our first course, my paté and her oysters, duly arrived. She picked up an oyster in the half shell and held it under my nose, “Don’t you just love that fresh fishy aroma of seafood?” before putting it to her lips and slowly sucking the flesh into her mouth. She removed the shell and, for a moment, I saw the oyster held between her full red lips before it disappeared into her mouth. A second later she opened her mouth again and I saw it lightly held between her teeth before she gave a little giggle and swallowed it. She indicated the ice bucket that the waiter had placed alongside the table and said, “Don’t neglect me James dear, these oysters are crying out for champagne to wash them down with.”

I poured out the wine and she took a gulp of hers before she despatched another oyster. “Now,” she said, we can ‘talk’. Me first. I followed you when you went to the bathroom the other night. I pretended that I just wanted to make sure you found your way. I watched you as you urinated, I love the sight of a man’s penis spraying a stream of urine and yours was beautiful. I was going to hide when you were about to come out but then you stopped at the laundry hamper. When you put my panties over your face I escort şirinevler started to get wet. By the time you were stroking your big, hard beautiful cock my cunt was dripping and my fingers were frigging my clit like there was no tomorrow.”

She kept sucking down oysters as she spoke. Her face was getting flushed and I could see that she was becoming as aroused as I was. Her language had deteriorated and she was dropping four letter words into the sexually charged atmosphere, savouring them, as she went on, “I watched you stroke your swollen meat all glistening with the KY jelly. I heard you groan with lust and I heard you stifling it when you were crying out my name. I watched as you sprayed all over my wash basin, and I shoved three fingers deep into my cunt at the same time. I was taken with as much lust as you were and I nearly screamed when I came. Now you talk.”

I was stunned. Never in my wildest dreams had I hoped for this kind of reaction. I leaned a little forward and looked deep into her eyes as I began to speak, “I imagined that I had torn all your clothes off and thrown you down on the bed where you lay on your back with your legs wide open. Your pussy lips were flushed and swollen and open so that I could see how wet you were inside. You were begging me to fuck you, like a nymphomaniac slut you begged me. I knelt between your legs and stuck my cock into your pussy and just kept going in till my balls banged up against your arse. Then we fucked like animals, you screaming at me to fuck you harder and harder, until we both came.”

I was panting as I finished speaking and, under the tablecloth, my cock was bulging in my trousers. She was staring straight into my eyes, saying nothing, and had slid slightly down in her seat. Suddenly I was electrically aware of the silky smooth feeling of a nylon clad foot snaking its way up my leg. Without thought I opened my legs and, within seconds, her foot was stroking gently but firmly, up and down my cock. On the way down she pressed hard with the ball of her foot and then, on the way up she used her toes like little fingers to clamber up my rod. Then she clenched and unclenched them on the sensitive part just beneath my knob. I could hardly believe what was happening to me, I was sure that if she went on much longer I would actually have an orgasm, right here in the middle of the restaurant. I must have groaned because she giggled and quickly withdrew her foot and sat up straight.

“Hush!” she said, “People will notice!” I looked around. A few of our closest neighbours were beginning to cast curious glances in our direction. Abruptly she stood up.

” Have to go to the ladies, won’t be long.”

Her face was flushed and her walk was a bit unsteady. I wondered if she was going to masturbate. I felt another rush of lust at the thought. She returned about five minutes later looking much more composed almost as much in control as she usually was. I had also calmed down in her absence and managed even to persuade my erection to subside. When she arrived back she did not sit down but stood next to me, very close. Below the level of the table she pushes something into my hand. I looked down to see another pair of her g-string panties, blue ones this time. The fabric was wet with her secretions and from below the table the scent rose to my nostrils. I hurriedly put them into my coat pocket. She bent down until her mouth was very close to my ear,

“I want you to take these with you to the bathroom when you get back to the office. I want you to hold them over your face while you stroke your cock until you are ready to come. Then I want you to catch your juices in my panties so that yours and mine mix together. Next time we are together we are going to fuck each other’s brains out. Now you are going to have to move fast lover. Michael has a business lunch date here in about ten minute’s time and you know how he always likes to arrive a little early. You don’t want to have to be explaining things do you? Not in your condition.” She gave another little laugh and stuck her tongue into my ear for a few seconds. Then she was gone.

I paid the bill, assuring an unhappy maitre d’ that there was nothing wrong with his delicious food but that circumstances had forced us to abandon our meal. As soon as I got back to the office I went to the bathroom almost immediately. I locked myself in a toilet stall. For the next twenty minutes I just gave myself over entirely to an intense masturbation session. I held the damp panties over my face for all that time and just let my other hand stroke, knead pull and fondle my penis and my testicles. I even lightly fingered my anus something I did not often do. When my orgasm came it was intense and strong, physically shaking my body. I was aware of whimpering in pleasure as I poured my semen into the scrap of material in my hand. I sat on the seat for nearly five minutes as I recovered, thinking of Rachel, before I wrapped the sodden garment in my handkerchief. I put it into my pocket and left the bathroom.

And so life returned to normal, or almost. I still had a daily dose of paranoia when I came down for breakfast and looked at the day’s post on the hall table. I was fearful that another envelope would come and Sarah would open it, and when no envelope did arrive I was deeply disappointed that it had not done so.

It all started with a text. A small beep. A small vibration. A red eye flight, one Uber ride, knock on a door, panties to the floor and here I am sliding up and down on his gloriously long hard cock. We had that spark couples pray for. We have always had that spark. 15 years ago we met just after Christmas at a rental car shop. He was the poor guy behind the counter that had to put up with the annoyingly almost drunk me.

My best friend thought it would be a great idea to take me to a car dealership for car repairs moments after flying into town for vacation. Then after sitting for hours we needed a rental car. What can I say, it turned out to be one of the best decisions ever. We flirted hard that day and given the chance I would have let him take me in the bathroom. Like I said, we have that spark.

I called him the night before leaving for home, couldn’t seem desperate, right? He was a smooth talker with a tender touch. It was mere hours before he slid his hand from my knee slowly up my thigh as he turned and kissed me deeply. He did nothing half assed. He went for what he wanted and when he tipped my passenger seat back I gladly yanked my skirt up and climbed on top of him. He was a fantastic lay and 3 orgasms later I finally allowed him to finish. We cleaned up and went our ways. One night stand/great slutty vacation sex, mark it off my bucket list. Thank you Mr. A.

I got on the plane with a smile and no panties! Sorry to whoever got that rental car next! The next morning my phone beeped and 15 years of back and forth teasing/flirting/naked weekends started. We had our own reasons to stay apart. We each took turns being married, having kids and I had divorced years before. He was still sticking with his wife and we respected that. There were lines we never crossed. Damn us and our morals. God he was a fantastic lay and I was in a bit of a dry spell. I had lost track of number of times I had masturbated to fantasies of him.

He escort beyoğlu knew I wouldn’t answer this late. He knew I was at work for the next 12-16 hours. He smiled as he sent the text he had wanted to send for a couple years. He smiled, hit send and stroked his long stiff cock to a fantasy of me riding him all night. He fell asleep quickly and soundly for the first time in ages.

What he didn’t know was that I was off work for a mental health day. When my phone beeped I had two fingers buried deeply in my own pussy. I finished myself off quickly and read his text while my ears were still ringing. I immediately sat up and grabbed my laptop. I found a flight and called for Uber while I taxied to the arrival gate.

My Uber was in the pick up lane as I walked out the door. I sat in the back seat as I still wasn’t used to this whole ride share idea. Do you treat them like a taxi cab or a friend giving you a ride home? Either way I was in the back.

“Mind telling me when we are about 10 minutes from the hotel?” I asked politely.

“Sure, my name is Frank. Put on your seat belt.” His voice sounded like chocolate tastes. I was instantly wet. Damn men and their sexy, scruffy voices. I smiled and started to doze off.

“Ten minutes away, fifteen if there is traffic ahead.” Dark chocolate, I smiled again.

“Mind if I take all my clothes off?” I winked. “I am surprising someone.”

“Nope, happens all the time,” he joked. Not dark chocolate, I thought, he sounds like the real expensive hand tempered chocolate that you pick up for a rare occasion. I imagined his face when I told him this and decided against it. I did not want his story to be about the “crazy” lady that got naked in his car, just the naked lady. I may be older and have kids, but I keep in shape and am content and proud of my body. He adjusted his mirror once and stared a little longer than was probably safe while istanbul escort driving. I found my floor length coat in my bag and tried to slip it on and quickly learned that it was not possible when sitting in a car.

“Five minutes at most,” he warned me. “I wish more of my passengers were ready to surprise people in the morning.”

I smiled and spread my legs for him a little. He had been a great ride and deserved a little treat.

He pulled into the roundabout for the hotel and stopped.

“$12.73,” he said as I opened the door. I stepped out naked and slid into my coat. I didn’t button it yet. I let him get a long look first. I leaned into the car to hand him a 20 dollar bill and watched him gently run his had across the bulge in his pants.

“Looks tight in there,” I smiled. “Keep the change.”

“Here is my card, in case you need another ride while in town,” he grinned at me. Really expensive imported chocolate, I thought as I took his card. Damn, I wish I had more time.

It was 7 am when I knocked on Mr. A’s door. I heard him shuffling behind the door and when he slid the latch I dropped my coat.

“Please,” I prayed, “be the right room.”

He opened the door and just stared.

“Hi,” I said. “You going to invite me in?”

He dropped his rob and I stared at his dick. He was freshly shaven and his long, hard cock bounced at attention. I wanted on it. NOW!

I stepped in the door and he pounced like a rabid dog. He kissed me deeply, his hot hands wandering everywhere. He pinched my left nipple until I squealed.

“Please, again,” I whispered.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned as he slid a finger into my wet pussy.

“Fuck me, nooooow,” I demanded as he slid the second one into my ass.

He flung me around, bent me at the waist and shoved his dick into my dripping pussy. This was not sex or making love. This was a good ole fucking and we both needed it.

I escort ataköy gasped and tried to brace myself on anything within my reach. Slam. I reached for the table and proceeded to tip it over. He slid out slowly, all the way and then slam. His massive hands digging into my hips.

“Fuck,” I moaned. I reach for his suitcase and it spills everywhere. Slam. I look up as Mr. A. slides his cock out of me.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. Slam.

I scream in fucking ecstasy and try to focus again. The damn door is still open and this beautiful woman is staring at my nakedness being pounded fiercely by a naked man. Slam. My eyes roll into the back of my head. She is about to watch me orgasm all over his cock. Slam.

I smile at her as I reach for the door and can barely get my fingertips on it. Slam. She can’t look away. I hesitate before I push the door and frown a bit when it closes. Just then Mr. A. grabs my hips and lifts my legs from the floor.

“You should have invited her in!” he punctuates with a thrust on every word. He hits the perfect spot and I give up on bracing myself anymore and become his little rag fuck doll. I fucking love it.

“Please don’t stop,” I moan as he speeds up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I breathlessly stammer. “Oh fuck, no not yet.”

“Oh shit damn,” he moans. “Sorry.” I feel his hot cum fill me, spill onto my plump ass and slowly drip down my leg.

“Fuck,” I pout as he returns me to the floor.

“I don’t think so,” he says and throws me onto the bed. I squeal like a little girl and he grabs my legs and dives for my cum dripping pussy with his tongue. He hasn’t been gentle yet, so why start now. He spreads my lips with both hands and goes straight for my pulsing clit. The warmth of his tongue, his fingers spreading my swollen lips roughly and the gentle rocking of his mouth sucking on my clit bring me to orgasm quickly.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” I scream. “Fuck I am going to cum!” I buck my hips. I wrap my legs around his back and pull his head into me as hard as I can. He doesn’t need to breathe nearly as bad as I need to cum. I cum so hard my ears are ringing as I scream his name.

He drops beside me a sweaty mess and whispers, “Hello,” into my ear, “I guess you got the text!”