It’s Only Sex

It was only sex, I told myself after my husband’s partner asked me if I would ever consider an affair. It wasn’t love. I knew I was kidding myself, but I rationalized it thoroughly, deciding I would not be violating my oath because I still loved my husband and was dedicated to the marriage. If I could involve myself in recreation that he didn’t, couldn’t I enjoy something he no longer did. He was simply too busy for something so unimportant, so trivial as sexual intercourse.

I still yearn for it. Isn’t his denying me part of that pledge? Didn’t he have some responsibility to hold up his end? He is a good provider, in most ways a good husband, and has given me all I could asked for except that one thing I miss so terribly. Sexual intimacy. Before Jake asked me about having an affair I had thought about it, fantasized about the mechanics of going through with it, the bawdy details, the juicy essentials of fucking someone else to give what I hungered for.

I ran through scenarios in my head. Imagined what it would feel like, what I would allow myself to do and what I wouldn’t. I pictured different men I knew in bed, thought of what they would like, what they would do well, and what I would want. I imagined what they would look like naked, what their masculine “gifts” would be, how big each was, how I could take them, if he would make me come, which I had not for years.

I haven’t been a person to think about sex very often, until I didn’t get it anymore, and now I think of it constantly. It is an obsession now, but a funny thing happened after the company hired a new office manager. Her name is Heather and she is gorgeous. She is tall, blond, well-educated, and as sexy as a person can be. Since she was hired, I could think about nothing but her. Somehow I thought that sex with another woman would not be as unforgivable as a married woman having it with a man, but that was not the reason I thought of her so much. She was absolutely the sexiest person I had ever been within arms length of and I wanted to be closer than that.

Heather’s smile could make my panties wet with one glance. To smell her perfume in the room would almost bring on an orgasm, which, as I said, I hadn’t had for years. Eventually I dreamed of Heather constantly. I had difficulty during the day keeping my mind on work, and finally I told Jake I could never be unfaithful to my husband, all the while thinking of ways to entice Heather into my bed.

I watched her to see signs, to decide whether she would ever agree to be with another woman. I watched her move, loved to aksaray escort watch her glide through a room, see her bend to pick up her purse, or to turn to slide into a car seat. I began to see her nude when I closed my eyes, whether she was around or not.

I had never thought of other women sexually before, but now I thought of them constantly, although it was Heather who took up most of my waking hours. At night I would put my finger between my labia and I would rub over my clitoris with a finger or two in my pussy. I had never called it my pussy until I became obsessed with Heather. Right next to my husband at night I would masturbate to thoughts of Heather and me in passionate, panting sex and long, sensuous orgasms.

I didn’t think anyone could tell, but one day Jake asked me outright if I had “thrown him over for Heather.” I was flustered and must have been totally inarticulate because I said something like, “What are you talking about? She is another woman. What are you saying about me?” But all the time I am thinking how I should be careful not to let people see how I felt. 

Eventually Heather and I were assigned to the same contract. I wondered if Jake, who made the assignments had done it purposely, to see if it would reveal itself. Over the next few weeks Heather and I spent a great deal of time together. I had always thought of myself as heterosexual, never considering anything else, but with Heather around I realized I was at least bisexual because every thought I had of her was strictly carnal and sensual, imagining every position, situation, and love making activity.

My pussy constantly tingled with her in the room, and I would get lightheaded at her touch. Was it less unfaithful to have sex with a woman if you were a married lady? I didn’t care. I don’t ever remember wanting anything so much in all my life as wanting Heather’s lips on mine or her tongue flicking across my pussy lips. When I dreamed of her she always made me come, in fact she nearly made me come by touching my back, which she did often as we stood together at the work table.

I wondered what she would feel if she knew how I felt about her. Would she be sickened, appalled, offended, outraged? Would she stop speaking to me? I feared knowing.

It was after a long day together we went for coffee and sat side by side in the Starbucks. We each ordered and found a table. I told her it was a pleasure working with her. She stop talking, put down her cup of cappuccino, leaned across the table, right in front of everyone in Starbucks, and kissed amasya escort me. At that moment I lost all inhibitions, all hesitancy, all concern that there were other people in the room. My lips stayed on hers for a long time as I savored the touch and warmth of her mouth on mine. 

When her tongue touched mine I reciprocated, sucking on hers with total abandon. I did not care that anyone saw us, in fact I relished the thought that others could see. After we finally broke away, moving only a few inched apart, she said, “I have wanted to do that for a month.” 

 

“You have? I have dreamed about it,” I said. “I have pictured that in my head, I have felt your lips against mine,” I said. “But I want more.”

“Thank God,” she said, and kissed me again. We stayed close, breathing one another’s air. “I want you,” she finally said, ignoring the others in the Starbucks. She put her hand to my face, against my cheek. I put mine over hers. We sat there looking at one another, feeling alone in the crowded coffee shop. 

Finally, she said, “Will you come to my place, today?”

“I will die if I don’t,” I said. “I have been lusting after you since you were hired.”

“I didn’t know you were… ” She paused.

“I wasn’t. I didn’t know either, until you arrived,” I said. “Now you are all I think about. Jake asked me if I’d… You know, but when you came I told him no. I didn’t say why, but it was you. Oh, God, yes, I will come with you. I want to feel your lips again. Everywhere. On every part of me.”

“That sounds heavenly,” she said. 

We left the Starbucks in my car and drove straight to her house. Inside she began undressing me, starting with my jacket, my blouse, then my skirt, my panties, then she stood back and looked at me, sighed and removed my bra, kissed my nipples, then laid me back on her bed.

Heather moved between my legs and spread them with her forearms. She had been with women before, and she knew her way around a pussy. 

When her tongue touched my labia I jumped, feeling for the first time the touch of a woman’s tongue on my sex. I never had felt anything as good as the soft, feather-light touch of an other woman’s genital kiss. Heather’s kiss was heavenly, and I gasped. I put my hands on top of her head and pulled face against my puffy slit. 

She ate me like a pro, like a loving dove giving me wonderful moments of oral delight. I had dreamed of the moment and the feel of her actual lips were better than the dream. I felt her tongue reach into me and I begged her not to stop.

More antalya escort than anything, even though I was in such a fantastic state by feeling her mouth on my pussy, I longed to taste her and give her what she had given me so fantastically.

After she made me come with a shout, we traded places and I positioned myself, for the first time ever, in front of the pussy of another woman. I slid my tongue the length of her, tasting her tangy goodness and swallowing what I could. I had never been at the pussy of another woman and Heather tasted wonderful. After I ate her for another twenty minutes we moved up so our faces were together and we began kissing and sharing tongues.

“For a woman who has never tasted pussy before, you seem to know what you are doing,” she said.

“Somethings just come natural,” I said. I held her and felt no regret, no guilt or worry about having sex outside of my marriage. It did not matter whether it was with a man or woman, but the need for sex was the issue. I held her and we snuggled until we fell asleep. It was the next morning when we awoke and I kissed Heather and dressed, then drove home to tell my husband what decision I had come to.

I had decided to tell him about Heather, about my new orientation, and to see if he wanted to end the marriage or stay married and just allow me the space to be me. When I told him he took it rather well, saying he had not been a very good husband, apologizing for ignoring my sexual needs, but he did not want to divorce.

He wanted to stay together and let me be with Heather as much as I needed. When I told her she was thrilled. We decided I would stay with her three nights a week and move to our guest bedroom. Why do that? Because he and I were friends who cared for each other, but he didn’t need sex and we would keep things the way they were regarding what we owned together and Heather would be able to keep her friends she was intimate with. It was a new way of thinking for me, but the love of a woman and sex with her was what I wanted.

The people at work seemed to handle it well, and those who didn’t we did not care about. Times have changed enough that our relationship was pretty much accepted as a whole. We held hands each day as we left work and we kissed openly.

The only person who seemed really bothered by my relationship with Heather was Jake, but that just makes me glad I did not accept his proposition in the first place.

The whole thing with Heather was a complete surprise to me, and I am blown away by how things turned out. Being with a woman is an incredible thing for me, especially when I had no idea who was inside of me.

The first time I made love to Heather I knew it was right for me. I guess I am actually bi, but from now on I will be with a woman and most likely it will be Heather. It is who I am and I who I now want to be. Forever.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about strip clubs. At thirty years old, I’d still never patronized an establishment where women removed their tops and danced on a stage for a room of mostly horny dudes showcasing their half chubs. It’s not hard to see why I refrained from going. But the Friday before my birthday, the guys I worked with invited me to The Pussycat Lounge downtown near the office. Perhaps it was my open penchant for beautiful women or having been treated like “one of the boys” by the rest of the IT department, but their idea of a celebration was taking their token lesbian friend to see some tits and ass. In all fairness, I didn’t put up much of a fight. In fact, my curiosity piqued at the mention of taking me, and after thinking about it for all but ten seconds, I replied, “why the hell not?”

Devon was the director of our department, while Eric and Johnathan worked as software engineers like myself. After work let out at five, we walked to a bar for some drinks before heading to the club.

“Happy birthday, Jesse!” Devon pulled out a wad of singles and placed it in my hand. “Don’t spend it all on one girl.”

I gave a chuckle and tucked the cash inside my dark blazer. “Uh, thanks Devon. I’ll try not to fall in love with a dancer.”

The guys laughed uproariously and ordered a round of shots. The club had a two drink maximum and they wanted to get a buzz going before heading over. By my second beer, I was already feeling something, though I wasn’t sure if it was the booze or any lingering apprehension for the night ahead.

“Are you nervous?” asked Jonathan. He tried to suppress a shit eating grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Nervous to see naked women? Please.” I kept my cool, but the truth is, I was nervous. The thought of a dancer flirting with me, even for money, was enough to cause my hands to shake. I’d been with plenty of women, sure. But if there was one thing I knew about strippers, it was that they were never shy, which I unfortunately was.

After downing the whiskies, Eric gave my back a hard pat. “I fell for a dancer once in Reno. Her name was Valentina and she had the biggest pair of-“

“Alright,” interrupted Devon. “I think it’s time to walk down there. Finish your drinks and let’s go.”

The Pussycat Lounge’s entrance was dully lit, with hues of purple cast over the doors and concealed windows. The marquee proudly displayed its name, with a section welcoming a new dancer named Gabriela who would be performing at seven every night. Devon covered the group’s entry fee and led us through a hallway that ended at a curtain.

“Ladies first,” he said with an extended hand.

I pushed through the fabric and took in the space as I walked inside. It was smaller than I thought, but nearly every candlelit table was filled with men in suit coats sitting in chairs upholstered in velvet. The majority of the room was lit by red or dimmed lights, but the stage-which held a single pole-had been illuminated in blue.

“It’s nice in here,” I said to Devon as he stood beside me. He gave a smile and nodded.

“Only the best for my hardest working employee. I got us a table, follow me.”

We walked towards the far side to a circle table adorned with a “reserved” sign. The women who was finishing her dance took a few bills from a stoic faced businessman and stuck it in the waistband of her thong with a sultry smile. After her song ended, she stepped off and went into a back room while someone collected the cash scattered across the stage.

Eric ordered a round of beers and looked at his watch. “It’s almost seven so we’ll get to see that new dancer.

Gabriela, I remembered. Sounds hot.

After getting our drinks, we cheered to my upcoming birthday and first strip club experience. My anxieties began to fade, and for a moment, I felt at ease in this new environment. The emcee came over the speakers and announced their next dancer, and I turned my chair towards the stage with interest.

When Gabriela walked up the steps, I felt my smile drop. She was gorgeous with her curly dark hair, slim figure, and black ensemble that complimented her tanned complexion. From a distance I could see a black gem in the shape of a star on her cheekbone. As her song began, I noticed it was some old school R&B that set the mood just right. She twirled around the pole with one arm, and I was instantly mesmerized. I could hear the guys tittering-I’m sure I wore a look of engrossment, but I didn’t care.

When she spun upside down and spread her legs, I could feel myself growing aroused. I thought, Jesus Jesse, you’re no better than a man. She moved so effortlessly, like working the pole was as easy as taking a breath. After she climbed off to take cash from a gentleman who stood there waiting, she stuck it in her garter with a smile that caused me to throb.

By the second song, she revealed perfectly round tits and I imagined myself running onto the stage to run my tongue over her pink nipples until they were stiff with desire.

I adana escort heard my name and turned to the guys with a creased brow. “What?”

Devon pointed to the stage. “Go tip her you lesbian lothario. She only does two songs.”

Until this second, I had forgotten all about the money in my pocket. I quickly removed the cash and took out a decent amount before returning it to my blazer. Not wanting to show any misgivings in front of the guys, I rose from my seat and walked to the stage, my hand holding the stack of bills now trembling. After a man finished tossing a few ones at her feet, I stood in his place and held out the money, which she quickly picked up on. She smiled and got on all fours until we were eye level.

“Thank you baby,” she said before taking the cash into her mouth.

I must’ve had a look, because she giggled as she stood and placed it in her garter with the others. I quickly turned around and headed to the table as her song ended, hearing the guys laughing from afar.

“Oh no,” said Eric, wiping his eyes of tears. “We told you not to fall in love with a stripper.”

I scoffed. “I’m not in love with her.”

“Mm-hmm. Whatever you say.” Devon pursed his lips and shrugged.

Their insistence was annoying me and I pointed to the hallway by the bar. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Can someone get me another beer?” Before they could answer, I walked towards the restroom in a huff.

As I came out of the stall and washed my hands, I looked in the mirror and shook my head. You idiot, she’s paid to be sexy. Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but laugh at my tendency to drop at any pretty woman’s feet.

Upon returning to the table, I saw a few women flirting with the guys. I sat down and felt a little better about my accidental crush now that her dance was over.

One of the dancers came near and placed her arm around me. She was dark skinned and striking in her lavender two piece and eye makeup.

“Are you the birthday queen?” she asked.

I gave an uncomfortable chuckle. “Yup that’s me.”

She began rubbing my shoulder and drew closer. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume dabbed on her wrists and neck. “I think you’d like something a little more private for your big day.”

Devon raised his hand. “Don’t worry, Phoenix, she’s already booked for a private dance…with Gabriela.”

“What?” I snapped.

“We all chipped in and got you an hour with her,” said Johnathan. “She’s coming after she finishes getting ready.”

At that moment, my blood felt ice cold and I bit my lip to keep from throwing up. An hour alone with Gabriela was not what I was expecting.

Phoenix slowly removed her arm and tsked. “Lucky for Gabriela. You’re pretty cute.” She looked over by the stage and pointed. “Here she comes now.”

My heart shuddered as I glanced over and watched the Latin beauty make her way towards our group. Her top had been tied on, and her garter was now free of dollar bills. She walked with a confidence I never seemed to possess and her smile was radiant against the red light.

Oh shit. I swallowed hard, envisioning the next hour of my life.

“Hey,” she said as she approached the table. “I heard someone wants a birthday dance.”

The men pointed their fingers in my direction and snickered.

“It’s Jesse’s birthday,” said Devon. “She was so impressed with your performance, that she wanted you all to herself.”

I shot him a look as if to tell him to shut the fuck up, but Gabriela walked towards me and her eyes brightened as she rubbed a hand on my chest.

“It’s my lucky day,” she said. “I never get to dance for women. We’re gonna have a great time together, Jesse.” She gave me another wink and took my hand in hers. “Are you ready?”

Now absolutely nonplussed, I only gave a nod and stood.

“Have fun,” laughed Phoenix, who I assumed sensed my tension. It was written all over my face.

As Gabriela led me to a hallway behind the stage, I looked back to see the guys giving me a thumbs up for encouragement. They must really love me. Or they’re the biggest dicks on the planet. I hadn’t decided yet.

There were a few rooms on either side and a bouncer stood at the end. We walked into the last one on the left, shutting the door behind us. It was small, with velvet benches along one side facing a pole on the other. The lights were quiet and blue, which was much more calming than the red outside. I stepped towards the seating against the wall when I was stopped with a hand.

“Wait,” said Gabriela. “I think I want you a bit closer while I dance. Is that alright?”

I nodded again and she smiled as her hand found my arm.

“You don’t talk very much do you?”

She grabbed a chair by the door and placed it in the middle of the room facing the pole. “Now you’ll be nice and close.”

After sitting, she stood behind me and massaged my shoulders.

“Just try to relax baby, I’ll take care of you.” She bent forward and ankara escort kissed my cheek, sending lightning down my back.

As music began playing, she gripped the pole and swung, showing off the strength in her arms. I admired the way she wrapped both legs around the chrome considering the six inch heels she wore. While I watched in awe over the course of a few songs, I couldn’t help but think how goddamn hot she was.

Gabriela is so fucking sexy. I wish she’d wrap her legs around me like that.

I reached into my pocket and took a handful of bills, tossing them at the base of the pole while she held herself up. I probably looked ridiculous because she laughed as I sat back down. But as she spun a final time with her legs apart, I felt the throbbing return to my work pants. It was like the resounding bass echoed each pump of blood coursing through my veins. The song ended, and she strutted over to straddle my lap. Without thinking, I grabbed her thighs and quickly took them away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to help myself. Usually when a beautiful woman sits on my lap, my hands have a tendency to gravitate.”

Gabriela ran her fingers up my chest and wrapped them around my neck. “Look who’s suddenly talking. It’s all right, baby. I bet you get a lot of beautiful women in your lap.”

“No,” I chuckled. “Not really.”

She fluttered her eyes and gave a smile. “Do you wanna play a game?”

The way she asked gave me the impression that her suggestion would be rather naughty and I returned a cautious smile. “I’m down for a game.”

Gabriela came off my knees and reached into a bag by the door. She procured a pair of shiny handcuffs, which she swung around her finger as she sauntered back.

Fuck. Don’t act too enthused. “This is my favorite kind of game,” I said, holding in my eagerness.

She took my hands and cuffed them behind the chair, then faced me to show the key, which she tossed onto a table near the wall.

“Let’s see how far we can get before you’re begging to touch me. In the end, we’ll both win. I get to tease you, and you can put your hands all over me when I let you out.”

My breath seemed to escape me for a few moments. I inhaled sharply and nodded once more. “Okay but…I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“Pobrecita.” She ran a hand across my cheek and tilted her head. When a new song began, she faced away from me and started dancing, moving her hips and sliding hands up her thighs. The view of her ass as she brought her chest low to the ground caused the throbbing to intensify to an almost painful level. She crawled to my knees and spread them apart, rising only to straddle me once more. After bringing herself dangerously close to my lips, she pulled back and slowly untied her top, letting it slide off her toned body.

Of course, I reacted by slamming my cuffed hands into the back of the chair, making it clear that they were hungry to feel the softness of her skin.

She giggled and grazed a few fingers across my stomach before standing again. Bending over, she whispered in my ear as her hands ran over my chest. “I can usually tell when a patron is crushing on me. The only difference this time is I might be crushing back.”

Her words gave me another smile and she finished her dance sitting on my lap once more. But as the song changed, she stayed and fiddled with the collar of my shirt.

“Why don’t you tell me about the women you bring home?”

“Like what kind of women?” I asked.

Gabriela shook her head. “No, I want to know what you do to them once they’re in your bed.”

I blushed and looked down. “I…I fuck ’em, I guess.”

“Tell me exactly what you do when you fuck them.”

Her request caused my nipples to harden under my shirt and I gave a dry laugh. “Okay, well…usually when I get them to my room, I pin them to the wall and take off all their clothes.”

“Uh-huh.” Gabriela tightened her grip on my collar.

“Then I bend them over my bed so I can see how wet they are before tasting them. And by that time, I’ve got one hand gripping their ass, and the other is touching myself.”

Gabriela slowly put a hand into her bottoms, and I watched as she started getting off to my story. I so wished my own hands weren’t locked behind my back, but something about all of this made it even sexier and my confidence grew.

“After they come and I’ve stripped to nothing, I push them onto the bed and fuck them from behind so I can put a hand on their back, or pull their hair if they’re into it.”

With a pant, Gabriela trembled against my legs. “Do you ever strap?”

“Sometimes,” I responded, my eyes watching her rub herself to my words. “With one woman I see every so often. After I put the harness and dildo on, she crawls over to me and takes it in her mouth to get it wet. Then I pin her against the headboard kind of like how we are now, and I fuck her over and over again until neither of us can take it anymore. The base rubs against adıyaman escort me so I usually come from thrusting alone.”

Gabriela moaned and spoke in a hushed voice. “Keep going.”

“And then when it’s my turn, sometimes they go down on me, and sometimes I put a small vibrator between our pussies and have them grind on top. There’s nothing like coming from a woman riding you like a bronco, and we usually finish together.”

After a few quick breaths, Gabriela groaned as she came. I could feel just how wet I’d become in just a matter of minutes.

“Let me taste you,” I whispered.

Gabriela held up a few fingers to my lips and I licked from knuckle to tip before bringing them to my mouth, savoring her flavor. When she removed them, I didn’t say a word, but raised my eyebrow.

“Now let’s see what we’re working with,” said Gabriela as she unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra knowing I’d keep my blazer on all day. She worked her way down until undoing the last button, then moved the fabric aside to expose my chest. My tits were smaller than hers, though they were round. But each nipple was pierced with a bar, which she gasped at.

“I would’ve never guessed-a suit wearer like you.” Her hands drifted over the titanium. ” Estas bien buena güera.”

“I like to keep things interesting,” I joked as shivers from her touch ran through me. Her hands grabbed more forcefully now and I squirmed knowing I’d need a release soon.

“I bet you’re dying in those cuffs,” she said. “But I wonder if you can stay bound while I get a turn to taste you?”

The stainless steel around my wrists was beginning to feel quite tight. They banged against the back of the chair once more.

She laughed and got onto her feet to kneel between my legs. I felt her hands slide up my shins to my thighs, where she squeezed.

“Oh Jesus,” I muttered. This woman is gonna fuck me up.

She unhooked my pants and pulled down the zipper before sticking her fingers inside my waistband. “I said I’d take care of you baby, now lift your ass so I can pull these down.”

I did as she said, and she pulled everything to the tops of my boots. My leg began tremoring and she kissed it softly.

“I can tell you want this bad. Well lucky for you, I never get this intimate with my clients.” Her hands slid to my bare chest and she began to fuck me with her tongue.

Somehow the eroticism of the club compounded with Gabriela’s confidence made this the best head I had ever received in my life. I moaned as she began sucking me, feeling every lick against my aching clit. The climax building within me rose from my feet and simmered in my pelvis ready for the moment to blow.

“Fuck, you’re incredible at this,” I stammered. I was sure my hands were turning purple behind me. Finally, when I could no longer hold it, I came hard and fast. It caused my vision to turn to static and for a brief second, my ears drowned out the music.

Gabriela looked up and wiped her face. “I could feel you against my tongue–that was fucking hot.” She gave a teasing look. “Are you ready to be released from your constraints?”

I spat a little as I panted out my words. “Yes, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

She rose and grabbed the key off the table, taking her sweet time before freeing me from the cuffs. Then she returned to my bare lap and threw both arms around my neck.

“I’m glad the game’s over,” I said, resting my hands on her thighs. “Did I win?”

She gave a smile and pulled me in for a kiss, our tongues desperate to intertwine. I grabbed her ass and brought her close to my chest where my heart was thudding with force. Now face to face with her tits, I played with one while I sucked on the other, hearing her moan as she ran fingers through my hair.

After another kiss, she pulled away and spoke softly. “Touch me like one of your women.” Her fingers tugged at the bottoms she had on, and I could see she was completely shaven.

My hand fell in between us, and landed on the black fabric. As I began moving my fingers in a circle, she gasped and gripped onto the back of the chair. “Quiero que me cojas.”

My Spanish was quite shoddy, but I assumed her words were encouraging me to go further. I moved the fabric aside and inserted two fingers, curling them towards me while rubbing the rest of my hand against her clit.

Gabriela moved her hips and whimpered as I worked faster. Hearing her moan my name only emboldened me to give her a satisfying ending to our short hour together. She arched her back and placed her hands on my knees, and I could feel her insides contracting against my fingers as her whole body shuddered.

After she finished, I took my hand and wrapped it around her waist as she brought her focus to me.

“That was so good,” she said breathlessly. She caressed my cheek with a few fingers as she regained air in her lungs. After a few moments, her head looked towards a wall clock. “Oh, looks like we’ve got five minutes left.” She brought me in for a kiss, then climbed off my lap to grab her top and money.

It was as if I felt in a daze as I buttoned my shirt and put my pants back on. “Th-thank you, Gabriela.” I reached into my pocket and removed the rest of the bills, handing them to her as she laughed at my stuttering.

Entry 37

Paris, Day 3.

‘Paris is everything and more.

I’ve always known this because of the postcards I’ve gotten from friends and family, as well as the pictures I’ve seen online and in movies.

The sights, the food, the energy, the men! Everything is great.

I’ve only been here for a couple of days, and I’m already wondering how I’ll ever leave.

Yesterday was insane, and I mean insane in the best, most wildly unexpected way possible. I’ve been having an absolute blast with my friends. Paris really brings out the best (and most scandalous) in all of us.

We visited the Eiffel Tower, ate too many croissants (no regrets), and took in every bit of magic the city has to offer. We laughed, we drank, we made a scene at some little café where the waiter flirted with all three of us–classic Paris.

But the real adventure started last night.’

My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I typed. Did I really want to reveal what happened the night before? It was the wildest and most risqué thing I’d ever done, and I didn’t know if it would be right to put it out there.

I sipped my coffee and looked at the bustling street of Paris below me. I was sitting by the balcony and writing the entry, and yet I was asked the question: to reveal or not to reveal?

The entire point of my blog was how honest it was and how I got to connect to my subscribers, but was there ever such a thing as too much?

Shaking off the thoughts that seemed to cloud my head, I continued.

First off, your recommendations have been guiding us through Parisian life, and this one? It really took the cake. After reading all your messages, my friends and I couldn’t resist checking out that underground Debauch Party you all mentioned –the one with the blindfolds and a lot of people and… well, you can imagine the rest.

This was a next-level Parisian adventure–a blindfold orgy. I’ve never been to an orgy, and the entire point of my blog is to try as many things as I possibly can. I told my friends about it, and they were down for the adventure.

It was everything I expected it to be and more.

I’d held a pretty biased view about orgy and how nasty it could get, but that view was debased completely.

It was completely hot and wild. Very liberating. There was something hot about not knowing who was touching you, not seeing any faces but just feeling. The anonymity was freeing in a way I hadn’t expected. No judgments, no preconceived notions. Just raw, human connection.

Imagine being blindfolded and surrounded by multiple bodies who were kissing, sucking, teasing and fucking you. There was something so wild about not knowing whose hands were where, whose lips were kissing me, whose body was moving with mine.

If you know me, you’ll know that I have always loved a good tease, but this was something else entirely. Hands were everywhere, mouths, cocks, and vibrators on every inch of my skin, and the sheer intensity of it had me losing track of time. Multiple partners, each one taking me in ways that left me breathless and aching for more. No names. No faces. Just bodies, heat, and pure desire.

I might have fucked my friends multiple times, and I wouldn’t have known. That was how anonymous it was. The experience left me a bit… sore, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

And you might be wondering what we’re doing today. Well, today is going to be a solo adventure for me. It’s a special day in a much different way.

Quite a number of you recommended a nude gallery in the city, and honestly? I can’t wait. I know you are all recommending things you’re too chicken to do, but that’s why this blog exists.

Being in my mid-30s, I’ve spent years battling with my body image–some days, I love what I see in the mirror. Other days, not so much. But after last night? I feel more alive, more powerful than ever before.

So, going to a gallery exhibition that celebrates the human body in all its raw, unapologetic glory feels like what I need today.

Maybe there might be another adventure in store for me. We’ll just have to see.

Until then, à tout à l’heure!’

It was hard wearing heels on cobblestone streets, was what I said to myself as I walked through the streets of Paris. But there was no way I was going to let all the shoes I bought collect dust because the streets didn’t agree with them.

I raised my phone and looked at the screen where the map app was open. I was trying to locate the Nude Gallery, which my subscribers recommended, and right now, it is proving hard to locate.

Parisians walked everywhere, so I didn’t see the need to grab a taxi, and now I’ve been walking for the past twenty minutes.

I squinted at my phone screen, which was telling me to take a left into a dark alley,

Did the map want to get me killed?

I’d already sent an email asking for a more specific address and route, but my email hasn’t been answered. The gallery exhibition was very exclusive, and I didn’t have a phone number to call.

I huffed and followed afyon escort the directions on the map, but not before sharing my live location with Sophie and Leah. I would want them to be the first to find me if I were beheaded in the streets of Paris.

I walked down the staircase leading into the alley, putting one foot in front of each other tentatively. My hand reached for the pepper spray in my bag, which I’d carried for situations like this.

As an American woman flying to Paris, I’d done my research and was well aware of the surge in theft going on in the country. Carrying around a pepper spray was as safe as I could keep myself.

I walked down for what felt like an eternity, the map leading me deeper and deeper into the alley. I was about to turn around and head back to the villa when the automatic voice announced to me that I’d arrived.

I stared at the huge metal door in front of me, not knowing what to do. I knew it was exclusive, but I didn’t think it was this level of exclusive.

Sucking in a deep breath, I gave the door a knock. There was a huge pause, and when I was certain that I was at the wrong place, I was about to wrap away when I heard a sharp metallic clang. A slot on the door slid open.

A pair of dark eyes peeked out, surveying me, silently asking if I really belonged there.

“Quel est le mot de passe?” The voice asked in French.

“Pardon,” I said to the eyes as they frowned at my English. The French really had a vendetta against Americans. I couldn’t blame them, though. Everyone had a vendetta against Americans.

“What’s the password?” the voice asked, deep and thick with a French accent.

“Um, yes!”

I quickly opened up the confirmation email I’d been sent and scanned it, looking for what my password was.

“The password is Plaisir,” I said confidently, knowing in my heart of hearts that I’d butchered the French.

“It’s Plaisir,” the eyes corrected. He didn’t seem to like me.

Then the slot closed with another sharp clang before y the metal door creaked open, revealing a man behind. He was dressed from head to toe, which I hadn’t fully expected.

“Welcome,” he said to me, stepping aside.

I walked into the huge and gorgeous building that seemed completely different from the entrance. It truly was an exclusive spot.

“Changing room!” He pointed at a room with dark red velvet curtains, which served as a door.

I nodded and stepped into the room. Clothes were properly folded on top of one another in the room, and some of them were arranged on racks.

This was very different from anything I was used to, but I decided to keep an open mind. There was no artwork in the room, only a single sign that read: Your Body is Art in different languages.

Okay, cool.

I began by taking off my cardigan and then my skirt and shoes. Slowly, I took off my underwear and put on the socks that had been placed there for me. Walking around naked only with socks felt so weird.

I stepped out of the room, my cheeks heating up as I walked into the gallery filled with very naked people. No one seemed to pay any special attention to me as they all admired the artwork.

I walked around slowly, my socked feet pressing on the floor as I looked around at the artwork lining the walls. I paused for a moment, taking some of them in, but there was one theme that all the artworks had.

Nudity.

But it was showing nudity in its most glorious form. It fully resonated with everything I’d experienced these past few weeks, and I loved it.

I slowly wandered into the next room, where a woman stood near a sculpture, gazing at it with a small, curious smile on her lips.

The first thing I noticed was her gorgeous black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her body was curvy but also strong, and she looked extremely confident in her own skin.

God, what I would give to be like this.

She caught my eyes and smiled–a soft, inviting smile that seemed to invite me in.

I stepped closer to her and faced the painting she was looking at. I tilted my head to the side, trying to take in the colors and brush strokes.

“You don’t understand it?” she asked, that same smile on her face.

I shook my head.

“What do you see?” She was looking at me now, and I realized just how gorgeous she was. My eyes dropped to her chest before I could stop it as I took in her very perky and pink nipples. “My eyes are up here,” she teased, causing my entire face to turn red.

“Uh, I don’t really know what I see.”

“Look again,” she said.

Her French accent was very thick and sexy, and I could barely concentrate because I wanted to know what her nipple would feel like in my mouth.

I shook my head and focused on the painting.

“Uh, it looks violent?” I squinted. “Like the two lovers are fighting.”

She giggled.

“They’re having rough sex. It can be violent in a sensual way. Like the sex couples have when they are angry with one another.”

“Oh,” I let aydın escort out, finally understanding what she meant. “It’s very risqué.”

She smiled. “You do not look like someone who minded.”

“Oh, I don’t. I just–“

Before I could finish, she stretched out her hand to me. “I’m Celine.”

“Ashley,” I responded, taking her hand in mine.

It felt more calloused than I would have thought. Just then, my eyes trailed to the bottom right side of the painting where the artist’s name was, and I saw it: Celine Duval.

“By any chance, did you paint this?”

She smiled wider, her gaze trailing over me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. “Yes, I did. I’m an artist.”

“Ah.” The whole explanation made sense now.

“I like to dabble in sensuality and sexuality type of paintings, mostly related to the female body.”

“I saw a lot of paintings with your ban on it,” I said excitedly.

She laughed softly. “It’s my exhibition. I feature other artists, but my own paintings are the centerpiece.”

I felt a blush rise from my cheeks to the tips of my ears. I’d not done any bit of research on the art and artists, and now I probably look like a fool.

“I see.”

“I have more pieces upstairs if you’d like to take a look.”

“Sure,” I said immediately.

An incredibly hot French woman was inviting me up to see more of her paintings. Of course, I was going to say yes.

“My art is a bit more personal. Are you sure you’ll be okay with it?” Celine asked as we made our way up the stairs.

I could barely concentrate because she was walking in front of me, and I could see the folds of her pink pussy staring back at me as she moved. I’d never fully explored with a woman, apart from the night of the orgy, but just seeing her naked made my body tingle with need.

I wanted to know what she tasted like. Was that weird? Maybe I was actually bisexual or just curious.

“Uh, yeah, I am,” I said, finally finding my voice.

When we reached the top, she pushed open a door that revealed a huge studio space. The room smelled faintly of paint and floral perfume: two very different scents, but they seemed to work perfectly well together.

There were canvases hanging everywhere. Some were on the wall, on the floor, on top of tables, and on every other surface, and some were even stacked in corners.

“You painted all of these?” I gasped, looking at the paintings that were on display.

They were very raunchy but also very gorgeous too. This wasn’t the kind of art you’d see in a typical gallery. No, this was something raw. Erotic. Beautiful in a way that made my skin tingle just looking at it.

It wasn’t hard for me to know what the painting meant. Most of them were paintings of nude women. I could see the curves of the buttocks, the arch of the neck, the press of two bodies together.

Some of the pieces were bold and bright, others more muted, but they all shared that same theme: sex. Passion.

“Wow, you’re so talented,” I let out.

Celine eyed me. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”

“I’m obviously not,” I giggled. “So what are they about?” I asked as I walked around, taking in the paintings.

“I use the human body as my canvas. Mostly the bodies of women. Sometimes I paint them, sometimes they paint themselves. Sometimes, we paint each other.” Her eyes held mine, and I understood what she meant by that.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “And you… you’re the artist behind all of this?”

She nodded, her smile slow and deliberate. “Yes. And I’d like you to be a part of it.”

“You want to… paint me?”

She walked toward me, her voice dropping a couple of octaves and becoming more sexual. “More than that. I want us to create something raw.

“What does it entail?” I asked.

She stepped closer again, her hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “It’s simple. We both cover ourselves in paint, and our bodies become the brush strokes. We move, we touch, and we explore each other, and as we do, the paint transfers into the canvas.”

I hesitated for a bit, and she must have sensed it because she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered. “You don’t have to decide right now. But I think you’ll love it.”

“I’ll do it,” I said before I could second guess myself.

Paris was all about having fun, and I wanted to have as much fun as possible.

Slowly, Celine closed the distance between us as her finger trailed a path down to my thigh. “Open,” she commanded, and I did as I was told.

Her fingers flicked over the folds of my pussy, touching and taking in my wetness.

“You’re so wet. You always wanted me to fuck you, right?”

I swallowed, feeling shy.

“You were walking in front of me…” I trailed off with a gasp as she put in the tip of her index finger.

“And you were watching my buttocks. Watching it move, or were you imagining rubbing your wet pussy against mine? We’re both clean-shaven, so the feeling would be immaculate.”

I ağrı escort moaned, grinding my hip against the tip of her finger like the greedy slut I was. I wanted more.

“Wow,” Celine started, loving what she was doing to me. “I did not take you as the needy type, mon chérie.”

She pushed her fingers deeper into me, making me gasp.

“More, please,” I begged.

I needed her to start moving her fingers inside me unless I was so close to going insane with need. Instead, Celine just chuckled.

“I thought you looked pretty put together and a bit uptight when you came in, like such a good girl. But you’re not, are you? You’re not a good girl.”

“I’m not a good girl,” I moaned.

Celine pulled her finger away from my entrance, and with her eyes to mine, she brought them to her lips and licked them clean. I wanted her to keep finger fucking me, but it seemed like that was all I was getting for now.

“Do you want to get fucked before or after we fuck on the canvas?” she asked, catching me off guard.

“What?” I asked, blinking.

“Fucking without paint on our bodies first, or just fucking immediately with the paint. Normally, I like to ease my clients in.”

“Uh, whichever one you prefer.”

Celine smiled. “You’re such a cute submissive, mon chérie. I love it. Alright then, we will fuck before to ease you in.”

Why did the French always throw the word Fuck around so much?

Celine placed her hands on my chest, sliding them down to cradle my sensitive breasts. She rubbed them and squeezed, taking in the feel of my hard nipples.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said to me, playing with my breasts.

I walked closer to her as my lips found hers, and then we kissed, our lips moving in sync with each other. The kiss was rough and urgent, as if we’d been waiting all our lives to kiss each other. It was exactly what I needed, and I shivered as Celine’s breasts pressed against mine.

The kiss made my toes curl as she pushed me backward toward a flag and a large table-like surface. Celine’s hands skimmed my entire body, pressing and gripping my hips and squeezing my butt cheeks. It felt like she was leaving her mark on every inch of my skin.

The kiss was passionate, unrestrained, and utterly convincing. It didn’t feel like we had just met each other a couple of minutes ago. Instead, it was like we’d known each other for years.

I laid back flat on the surface as Celine hovered on top of me. Her finger found its way back to my pussy, and she circled it continuously, and I moaned.

Soon, she slipped a finger in, fucking me with a curved finger and hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

“Do you like this? Being finger fucked?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Well, too bad because it’s time for you to eat me out.”

Okay, this was a first, and I wasn’t opposed to it.

The position switched, and suddenly, Celine was underneath, and I was on top. I took my position between her legs and lowered myself down so I was face-to-face with her very slick pussy.

“I know you’re dying to taste me,” Celine cooed as she held open her labia to give me more access to her pink flesh. “Allez-y, mon chérie.”

I really wanted to taste her, and I couldn’t wait to do it.

I sank between her legs and licked her wetness. It was sweet and tangy all at once, and I wanted to drown in it. I moaned as I licked and slurped her juices, my mouth and tongue moving from the folds of her pussy to her clit.

Celine was moaning loudly, too, which meant that I was doing something right. Dizzy with her scent, I kept drinking her in, pushing my entire face into her opening.

“Yes, mon chérie,” Celine moaned.

I raised my head to look at her as I made eye contact with her while also lapping her juices.

“Fuck, Ashley. Use your fingers!” Celine instructed, and I did as I was told.

I pushed a finger into her, my mouth still pleasuring her as I fucked her with my finger. Then I slid another one, and another stretching her out as I finger fucked her.

Celine’s moans filled the studio, making me go even faster and harder. I’d not pleased a lot of women before, and it seemed like I was a natural at this.

Celine angled her lips so I had better access and kept tongue and finger fucking her until her hips buckled underneath me, and she came on my face. I licked her clean immediately, taking in her juices as her body quaked.

“C’était incroyable,” Celine moaned finally, and I knew that was a good thing.

She flipped me around and got on top now. “My turn,” she said, her eyes shining.

Without warning, Celine penetrated me with her fingers, making me scream out loud. Her other hand played with my clit and my breast, alternating between them and sending a shock wave of pleasure flowing around me.

I writhed underneath her, trying to stretch out my orgasm for as long as possible. I couldn’t come now. Not yet.

Her fingers continued to pump in and out of me, thrusting deeper with each stroke. I squirmed around, wishing to hold it in longer.

I rode Celine’s fingers, moaning and in awe of how quickly my climax was coming. Just as she decided that she was actually approaching orgasm, Celine went still.

My eyes fluttered open. “Why did you stop?” I tried not to scream out in frustration.

– I can’t believe that the one on TV was Jimmy – my mom started – He’s so grown up, can you believe it? He didn’t even know how to start the washing machine. He’s such a nice young man. You remember when…?

And… here we go again, talking about her idolized Jimmy.

He was clearly her favorite among all of my ex’s. Even if my father didn’t talk about these things, we all knew he was hiss too.

When Jimmy stopped showing up at home my mother asked what had happened. I told her that it was over between us, and that was the end of it. Full stop. Her reaction was memorable. I think we could compare it with the time my older sister told us she was leaving and setting in Stockholm. My mother didn’t hit tears, that would have being over the line, but her “Oh, well then…” and her expression were enough.

– Yes, mom, I remember it all ’cause you handle it to talk about him every time you can – I said drily. I snorted and looked from side to side so we could cross the street and reach the greengrocer’s -. Also, we’re already arriving to the store, that’s enough. This is full of gossip widows.

She looked at me indignantly, as if she didn’t understand why it bothered me that she talked about how wonderful Jimmy was.

I opened the door for her and let her in. Then I walked in.

– You sure you only want bananas? – she asked -.

– Um… maybe we could buy some kiwis and strawberries to make some juice in the morning – I answered

-.

– Of course. We could buy some apples too and make a pie – she added -. Annie loves them and her nephew is here on vacations. You know that little boy is…

I stopped listening to her. I already knew all about our neighbor’s nephew. I was busier selecting kiwis. I always took the ones that were too green and those weren’t good for the juice, they had to be a bit ripe.

– If you’re making a juice, make sure they’re ripe – someone said behind me -.

I startled in surprise and skipped a little scream. I turned around with two kiwis in my hands.

– Sorry I scared you, it wasn’t my intention – she apologized -. I just wanted to help.

That apron suits her perfectly.

That was the first thing I thought of when I first saw her. The second one was that her mauve veil perfectly complemented her amber apron. And the third one was her smile. Wide and sincere. That kind of smile that made your lips turn up alone, on their own, like a mirror.

– Oh, no, no, please. You don’t have to worry – she put her hands in her apron pocket -. I was too immersed with the kiwis. I didn’t hear you coming.

– Um… let me help you – she approached me, taking her hands out of her pocket, and reached them out to me -. May I?

While staring at her open hands in front of me I caught a glimpse of her bare arms. Her skin was dark, of the same characteristic color of the Moroccans, so I just supposed she was from there, as it this town we have a whole Arab community.

I gave her the kiwis I had in my hands. My fingertips brushed her palms, tickling and sending shivers up my forearm. I didn’t miss the silver ring that she wore on her right ring finger either. Never better said.

– Thank you – she gently squeezed the kiwis and hummed -. These are good, but not for a juice. Let me show you.

Then she took a step forward. I took a step back. As if possible, her smile became wider.

– My excuses. I just… wanted to take the fruit box – she explained, pointing at the container -.

Of course.

– Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not… – I quickly stepped aside, an apology drawn on my face with an embarrassed smile -. Um… personal space.

– Ah… I see – she grab the box and took it out the metal bars -.

It’s not like I don’t like human contact or his warmth, but I’m not hugging strangers either, you know what I mean?

She ran her hands delicately over the different pieces, measuring them, taking some and weighing them, squeezing them. It took her less than twenty seconds to hand me three kiwis. But in the meantime, I didn’t loose my time either and watched her carefully.

She was new in town, never seen her before. I will definitely ask my mother about her later, probably she new something. And surely I won’t even have to ask her to start talking about “the new one”.

By the way she manipulated the fruit, very carefully and placing them in the same spot afterwards, I would say she was a caring and perfectionist person. I liked that in others; that made them wanting to improve. I continued the exploration and my eyes continued along the length of her arms. I liked its color, it looked so soft to touch.

After her arms came, obviously, her body. In that moment, I swallowed unconsciously. She was wearing jeans and a simple gray short sleeve t-shirt. She was taller than me and slim. I glanced at her profile, but she interrupted my thoughts handing me the kiwis.

She was young. No more than thirty.

– Here – she smiled proudly and turned towards me, fruit tokat escort on her hands -. Do you take them in that bag? She pointed at the cloth bag that hung from my shoulder.

– Oh, yes – I opened it for her -. It’s better this way.

She put the fruit in my bag and, to my surprise, she closed it herself and placed the handle back on my shoulder.

– There.

Her hands returned to her pocket and she looked at me. As the first time, I couldn’t stand to not to smile.

– Em..I glanced at my feet, not able to keep eye contact, as I grabbed a lock of hair and tucked it behind

my ear.

I know I should have said something, at least gratitude for her help, but words did not come to me in that moment.

I heard her take a breath, as if she were going to start talking, when among the few voices heard in the store, my mother’s stood out, approaching us.

– Oh, no, no! No plastic bag, dear. We have to protect the planet – she stood next to me -. So you’re the new. I’m Tessa, but everyone call me Tess. And this is my daughter Amalia.

– Nice to meet you, Amalia – she said looking at me again and pulling a hand out her pinny -. My name is Leylak.

I took her hand and shook it, for a moment feeling her warmth and softness. This time there were no tickles or shivers but the wish to not let go her hand. It was so soft. And I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I think she squeezed it a little.

– Nice to meet… – I couldn’t finish my sentence because my nervy mother mother interrupted me -.

– Such a formal welcoming – as she shook the woman’s hand -. I would love to stay here and get to know you better, Leylak, but, we’re in a hurry, it’s already noon. Half day wasted and dilly-dallying. We have to make the meal for this evening, my son is coming with his children and wife, you know? And I bought some potatoes and…

As usual, I stopped listening and focused on her listener.

Leylak.

That was a beautiful name. She was beautiful too. I wonder what was she doing here. She was clearly on the prime of her life. The ring came to my mind and I devised her trip. She has married a guy to obtain the nationality. It was pretty normal here, but I was not against it, I don’t give a shit about countries or borders.

She shifted her body weight from one leg to the other.

After inventing her story, I focused on her expressions. She was politely listening to my mother, adding comments from time to time, laughing or worrying as my mother’s soliloquy required… when she smiled a dimple appeared on her right cheek. That was cute. Her cheeks were without stains, smooth. Her thick lips were dim pink, they had a very pretty shade, and her eyes were dark. Very dark. Though they gleamed.

At one point she turned her face to me. That caught me off guard, so I shyly turned myself to my mum. Surprisingly she was looking at me too.

– What? – I asked -.

– Are we leaving or not? – was her response -. I have to cook a lot and someone has to help me.

– I’m not the one talking nineteen to the dozen – I answered unbelieving -.

My mother gave me that look that meant “we will talk about this later, young lady”, before turning to the dependent again.

– I’m sorry my daughter is so disrespectful. I am sure that in your country there is still respect for the elderly

– she added before heading towards the checkout -. Would you please charge us? The other woman laughed sincerely before answering.

– Don’t worry, disrespectful children are everywhere nowadays, Mrs. – and stepped aside to let my mother pass -. And yes, I will charge you since my husband is in the back room.

First time to hear about a husband. So the owner of the store, Karim, was her husband. He was a nice, big guy that came from nowhere and opened this grocery. The first year was hard. To compete with the others grocery’s, local grocery’s, and make the townsfolk trust what he sold. Yet he made it and one year after his arrival he bought the place next door and extended his store. He had my respect, he was a good man.

My mother headed to the counter and I followed her. I smiled at Leylak as I passed in front of her, following my mother. She was so lovely, standing there showing me the way.

When I passed near her, I startled as I felt her hand in the small of my back, a little bit lower than it is supposed to be. Then her essence hit me. All that, she touching me, her perfume mixed with the fruits and the

heat on my hand, that still seemed to remember her soft skin on mine, made my heart beats faster and, unexpectedly, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I did not gather the strength to turn around and look at her, so I just continued walking. Running away from that feeling.

I could feel her behind me, looking at me. I could hear her steps. I wondered if she was inspecting my body as I did before with hers.

What am I even thinking?

– So… let me weight this… yozgat escort – Leylak was already behind the counter weighing the fruit -.

– Oh, give me some thyme, please – my mother asked -. I’ll need it for tomorrow.

– Of course, Mrs. – she added immediately before turning around -.

I couldn’t help but to stare at her back. God, it was perfect. It seemed that those jeans were made for her. Her curves, her beautiful legs… her perfectly rounded buttocks… She turned around with the thyme in her hands and looked at me directly, a smirk drawn on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. I’m pretty sure my mouth fell open at that moment.

– There you go, Mrs. – she put the thyme on my bag -. Anything else?

– No, thank you – my mother answered -, that will be all.

– Then that’ll be 6,75€, please.

There was a moment of silence. I don’t know what we were waiting for, my eyes were glued to her beautiful face.

– Amalia, dear, get off your cloud and pay Leylak.

Until my mother didn’t shake my arm I didn’t notice her.

– Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry – I took out the wallet and put the money on the counter, not daring to give the money directly to her -. I was thinking of something else.

– It’s the second you apologize in less an hour… – I heard her mutter -.

– Ah, always thinking of something else – my mother snorted and took the bags -. Let’s go, it’s already eight o’clock. It was a pleasure to meet you, Leylak. I will see you tomorrow, I need those eggs.

– I will set aside some for you, Mrs. – Leylak replied, handing me the exchange.

I slowly reached out my hand, anticipating my body’s reaction, which didn’t disappoint me: when she grazed my hand the butterflies returned, however, this time they came with that familiar heat that went down my belly.

This is wrong…

– I’ll be waiting – she mumbled -.

I nodded, turned around and hurried towards the exit. I needed fresh air.

– Such a lovely woman – mum started -. I’m glad she’s here. Karim deserves the best and now he won’t be alone in that house. I heard her nephew is starting a new car business…

As we walked on our way home, I was mentally reviewing the scene.

Okay. Was she hitting on me? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure she was.

It’s not like I didn’t like it, I mean, she was nice and beautiful. Her smile… the kind that lit up a room and made everyone feel comfortable and carefree. Even if she just stood there with her hands on her apron and smiling… Her body was just incredible. She was exhaling youth and vitality.

I’m sure she’s pretty intelligent too.

And all those signs she was sending me… the squeeze, the hand in my back, her smile, her lower voice… fuck. She clearly had this sex appeal thing. I don’t even know what’s that supposed to mean, but she had it with her. She was flirting with me and I wasn’t even able to realize that in the moment.

Ah…

Although we were outside and we were arriving home, my body was still hot. It was like I could still feel her touch in my lower back, her eyes inspecting me. I spaced out for one minute, imagining her hand going further down, caressing my buttocks, while her soft lips stroked mines as she deepened the kiss rubbing with her tongue…

What was that?!

-… so Katie will be able to reach the toilet – my mother placed her bag on the floor and looked for the keys

-. Don’t forget to remove the bag from the bathroom, please.

“I’ll be waiting”, she said…

While my mother opened the door I looked at my watch. 20.20. The store will close in 10′. I still had time.

– I think I’m going back for carrots – I dropped my bag on the kitchen and grabbed my keys -.

– What are you talking about? – my mother added surprised -. You told me you wanted courgette. And your brother is about to come! Amalia! What with that child?!

I didn’t listened to what she was saying, as I shut the door and headed towards the grocery, with the remotest idea of what was I going to do nor say when I arrived.

~~

I entered the store. Well, rather stumbling in while wrapping up with the strips.

– Crap!

When I untangled myself I looked around. The lights at the end were off and there was no one in sight. It was odd with no one around and all quiet.

I took a step forward, apprehensive.

Did she leave? Oh, no. Is Karim here now?

The market was all tidied up and the floor was clean. I glanced at the register and saw the mauve veil that she was wearing earlier. I stared at it and gasped.

Did she…?

– Awww…

I heard one voice coming from the back room. I was relieved that it was a woman’s voice. And I sighed when I saw her silhouette drawing in the dark.

She finally came to the light and noticed me. She stopped in the spot, confused. Without her veil, her hair fell down her shoulders, tied up in a half ponytail. It was black. Jet. And it was straight, as she zonguldak escort just came out of the shower after using a straightener.

– What are you doing in here? – she asked, a bit shocked -. I closed ten minutes ago, I thought I’ve closed the door.

As she talked, she approached the door, passing by my side. I breathed in.

Her smell.

– You are not supposed to be in here -.

Once she made sure the door was closed, she headed the register, circled the table and started to turn off more lights, leaving just the one that was right above us and one in the end of the hallway. The sound of the switch paired with by heart. One for each beat. Just then she looked at me again. Annoyance was mixed up with nervousness and a little bit of curiosity.

– What are you doing in here?

I opened my mouth, to immediately realize that I had no reason to be there. My arms hanged by my side s stupidly. My mouth was dry and I felt like I had shrank.

– I… – I started, even not knowing what to say -.

– Come here – I heard her say -.

I looked up at her. Behind the table, resting on her hands, she glanced at me with something that could be called tenderness.

– Come – she repeated -. I won’t bite.

And she smiled. This time, though, it was a different smile. I’ve seeing that smile before. But in a completely different context.

My mind was still looking for an excuse as I closed the distance between us. When I reached the table, I kept my eyes locked on it’s surface. I knew I wouldn’t be able to look at her from this close.

I heard her chuckling before I heard her steps, surrounding the table. My legs were shaking and my body wasn’t answering me, so I wasn’t able to turn around. I just stood there.

– Why don’t you look at me?

Her voice was so soft and her body was giving off heat and warmth behind me. I was so nervous.

– Amalia, look at me.

With that in mind, I finally turned around and faced her. She was closer than expected. My heart was beating so hard and my hands were sweating, that I feared she would hear it. It took me a few seconds, but in the end I managed to look at her.

That apron suits her fucking perfectly.

She was looking down at me, with her hands in the pocket and her perfect smile. I glimpsed at her lips. What would it be to kiss them?

Will she kiss me?

As if reading my mind, she leaned into me. I instinctively drew back, but my back hit the table. There was no possible withdrawal now.

Just like I closed my eyes, I felt a hand gently stroking my waist. I didn’t have enough time to rely on the feeling, ’cause her lips touched mine.

It was as if a shiver run through my spine, shaking my body. I leaned on the desk.

She slowly kissed me, giving little kisses at the beginning, stroking my lips with her owns. Soon she opened her mouth, slipping out her tongue, which she run through my upper lip.

– Mmm…

I heard someone moaning. Was it me?

My lips parted on her own and invited her in. She immediately took the invitation and explored my mouth and tongue eagerly. Her two hands were now on me, as mine rested on the counter.

More moans. That was definitely me.

Her kisses were getting deeper and impatient. The same as her hands, which in that moment had reached the lower part of my breasts.

– Aww… w-wai – I babbled the moment she moved down my neck while unbuttoning my shirt -. Wait.

I need to catch my breath. We were both gasping, and everything was happening so fast… I wasn’t able to catch the thread of the events. My request was followed without delay. She stopped immediately and glanced at me. I could see she was worried. Even so, behind that concern, I could tell she was as turned on as me. If possible, that only excited me more.

I reached out my hands and hold her face before kissing her. I think that startled her, considering she took a second to answer me. But when she did…

Her hands resumed their labor and unbuttoned me. When they finished their work, she took me again by the waist and hopped me on the table.

– Oh! – I skipped a cry as she lifted me up -.

When placed on the counter, her mouth went straight to my cleavage. Kissing and licking the skin revealed.

– Mmm… – now it was her turn to groan -.

I placed my hands on her nape and closed my eyes, giving on the feeling of her mouth exploring me and her hands striping me off. She placed herself between my legs and I unconsciously wrapped her hip with them.

Her cunning tongue draw the line of my bra, making me shiver and groan instantly.

– God…

With my shirt off, her hands were free, so she took one of them and threw my bra down, totally exposing my breast to the cool air of the grocery. Though it didn’t have time to feel the coolness ’cause her mouth covered it, warming it with her mouth and her saliva.

When she licked my nipple I thought I would faint.

– Awh… right there – I panted -.

She did as requested and devoted to my nipples. Sucking, licking, pinching… everything she could come with. It was driving me crazy. I needed relief. That was too much. My inner parts were melting. I knew by then my panties were ruined.

If she continues at this pace…

Girl Posse Ski Aspen – Highlands Revisited

This story has been submitted for the ” YAY TEAM 2025″ challenge

Today’s quotes to ponder are:

“There is nothing in the world like going out onto an untouched, open, virgin mountain slope drenched under a thick blanket of new powder snow. It gives a supreme feeling of freedom and mobility. A great sense of flying, moving anywhere in a great white paradise.” ~ Hans Gmoser

It’s tough to make predictions, especially about the future. ~ Yogi Berra is a famous American sports philosopher known for his witticisms.

When I call, the Posse comes. I’m Nikki Madison, and I’m the Girl Posse Leader. The Posse plays and parties together. This week, we have gathered in Aspen to ski and frolic in one of the world’s most famous ski areas.

We play by our own rules, and even then, there are not many rules. No means no, and an open door is an invitation to join. And the Posse shares. One would say we are all very good friends with benefits. And the Posse are independent women capable of making their own decisions to living by the consequences.

This story has been posted to Literotica.com with the full knowledge of the original author under my pen name, NikkijMaadison. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other website without the express written consent of the original author. I edited this story using Microsoft for spellchecking, flagging punctuation, grammar review, and as a dictionary. I use any other suggestions only as a guide. You may discover mistakes. That will happen.

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This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

Each story will be told in the first person; however, there are eight days in our week, and eight women are members of the Aspen Posse. I am planning eight viewpoints – nine stories. Today’s story will be told from Harper’s viewpoint. But first, Bay, will finish Day Five! Harper and the Posse return to Aspen Highlands.

What’s Been the Best Fifteen Minutes of Your Day So Far?

I awoke suddenly. A warm smile crossed over my face. I instantly remembered the pleasure I had just shared with Olivia and Nikki the night before. I was indeed happy. We were under the bed covers, and I could feel a slight chill, so I pulled Olivia in tighter. Nikki was not in bed with us. Olivia and I were alone.

Olivia’s hips snugly fit against my body. I loved the feel of her body; It felt very natural. I could easily get used to this. I could feel the heat of Olivia’s body against mine. It was a splendid feeling, and it was now my turn to pleasure Olivia.

As I moved closer, Olivia unconsciously rolled into me. Olivia, with her eyes closed, lay her head quietly on my chest, and our naked bodies were intertwined. Her breasts rose and fell against my own, silently breathing heavily. I felt very content at that very moment, but I wanted more of this lovely creature.

I softly ran my fingers in circles around her earlobe and delicately traced the outer lobe of her ear. My fingers slid smoothly down her neck. I am not in a rush, and I take my time. I gently kissed and licked her lower lobe. As I softly blow into her ear, I nibble on her ear. I feel her body twist; I am holding her body tight against me. I don’t want to wake her, well, not yet anyway.

Olivia unconsciously tightens her arms around my waist. Her left eye opens slightly. She smiles; I smile back as I lower my head to kiss her. Turning my head slightly, I gently suck on her upper lip, blowing warm air at the same time. When I let go of her lip, I feel the heat building between us. It feels good.

I tenderly pulled Olivia’s body, so we were lying on our sides, face to face. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly and pressing us closer. We kiss passionately. My hand cupped the underside of her breast, gently caressing her perky mound, and my fingers discovered her nipple. I gently rubbed the now-hardening nipple with my thumb and finger. Olivia tenderly released more soft whimpers. I whispered, “Relax, sweetie, I can’t get enough of you.”

My fingers were exploring her perky boobies, gently caressing her bare skin. I could feel Olivia’s body tighten to my touch. With my mouth and tongue, I explored her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. I was mesmerized by Olivia’s soft, smooth skin.

Positioning my body in front of Olivia, I straddled her; my chest was dangling over Olivia’s body and with two fingers on each boob, she playfully tweaked my nipples. I lowered my body into her face, and her tongue found my left nipple. She twirled her tongue around my areola; it was my turn to whimper.

Moving down her torso, ordu escort she gradually fell flat on the bed, slightly propping her legs and knees. My hand tenderly explored further down her flat stomach. Olivia lifted her legs, spreading them slightly, and gave me free access to her sex. Her bare pussy was glistening, and I could feel her wetness. My fingers gently caressed her mons; her clitoris hardened at my touch, and the frequency of her whimpers increased rapidly.

Blowing warm air, I brushed my mouth across her outer lips; using my tongue, I easily parted her labia, giving me the taste of her pussy. It was sweet and delicious. As I pushed my tongue further inside her sweetness, I wanted more, needed more. My tongue smoothly covered the length of her luscious lips to her clit. Olivia’s body bounced slightly at the shockwave created by my swooshing tongue. To ease her sensations, I made softer kisses against her smooth skin.

Olivia’s body was glistening, trembling in tune with each gentle kiss, and she squirmed as my tongue and mouth explored every inch of her inner thighs. To hold her still, I gently held the sides of her thighs, pulling her legs even wider. Pressing my face and mouth closer, my tongue licked and twirled around her swollen clitoris. Olivia was on the edge; her breathing was heavier, and more moans followed her moans.

As her lower body squirmed and twisted, I increased my tongue movements on her mons. She screamed, “Oh, Oh, Oh!” calmly followed by a second wave, “Oh, Oh, Oh!” Her body was pulsating, and her fluid flowed. I buried my head between her thighs, and I eagerly lapped up all I could. I, too, was close, but at the moment, this was all about Olivia’s pleasure.

Olivia pulled my body up to lie next to her; Olivia kissed me, ” Bay, hold me! Thank you for the tender wake-up call.” We embraced. I snuggled in behind her. Her booty was nestled in my crotch.

Outside the room, we could hear Nikki returning, “Wake girls, we’re skiing at Highlands today, and the first SUV leaves in 30 minutes.” Entering the room, she sees both of us snuggling under the covers. Giggling, she remarked, “I leave you for ten minutes and you have hot and heavy sex! Get dressed bitches!”

We Get Ready In Thirty Minutes – Harper’s Ready

I’m ready to go; the others are lagging. So, I guess I have to take on the role of Cruise Director. No one’s prepared to leave. Everyone’s acting like they were overserved last night. Pepper left with Eric and Dirk and arrived back here early this morning.

Clare, Willow, and I came back with Martin and Robert, two guys from California. They told me where, but I can’t remember. We hung out in the hot tub, but they didn’t stay long. They were more into Willow, but she eventually lost interest in them, so they left hurriedly. However, it might have been something Clare said or did. I don’t remember that either. I will ask her later.

Finally, everyone’s dressed and ready. Eager might not be as appropriate. The slopes off the Exhibition, Cloud Nine, and Loge’s Peak chairs are our targets today. If we get separated, we’ll meet at the Cloud Nine Alpine Bistro at one o’clock. That’s the plan.

Pepper, Bay, and Clare ventured off to the Steeplechase section immediately off Loge Peak; lots of Expert runs that merged into the Temerity Chair lift. Harper, Willow, Nikki, Olivia, and Heather stuck to the original plan. The chairs are high-speed quads, so there was always an out person; sometimes we split into three and two; sometimes we had no choice. On one run down the Memory Lane trail, we got separated. No one saw me fall, so by the time I reached the chair, I was several chairs behind the Posse.

Every Woman For Themselves

At the top of the chair, they went right back down Exhibition, and I went left to catch the Loge Peak Chair. Blanchard, the guy beside me on the quad, followed me to Loge Peak. He was cute, with a southern accent, and he chatted me up. He persuaded me to take a few runs in the Olympic Bowl area before lunch.

He convinced me by saying, “Harper, a few slopes still have powder, a little crusted, but they are nice and smooth runs. Are you game?”

I readily agreed and off we went. I had time before our meet-up at Cloud Nine, so it didn’t take much arm-twisting from Blanchard. Only a few of the runs were Double Diamonds.

Blanchard and I kept skiing the Bowls and reached the top of Cloud Nine just after twelve. We had time for one more run. We missed the cutoff for the Cloud Nine chair, ending up on the Moment of Truth trail, one of Highlands’ most exciting slopes. Unfortunately, the trail feeds to a flat catwalk, which requires time to maneuver. Two skiers had no business on the Moment of Truth trail or even the catwalk.

When we finally reached the Exhibition Chair, it was after our Cloud Nine meet-up time, so I sent Willow a text, osmaniye escort ‘So sorry Babe, I’m at the base of Highlands. I’m having lunch in the Village. Catch up with you guys after lunch.’

Willow replied, ‘Who’s the guy?’

I instantly replied, ‘His name is Blanchard. You’ll like him!’

She replied with a ‘Thumbs up!”

Let Me Tell You A Little Secret

Blanchard and I had lunch at the Willow Creek Bistro in the Village. I giggled as they seated us by the window. Blanchard asked me, “Harper, what’s so amusing?”

Now, laughingly nervously, I hesitated, what version do I tell him, so I just blurted it out, “Blanchard, do you want the whole story or the abbreviated one?”

Being a gentleman, he replied, “Whatever makes you comfortable!”

I promptly responded, “Blanchard, let’s go with the full version. I don’t want to spring any surprises on you. You’re cute and extremely nice.” I paused, then continued, “I’m here with seven good female friends, and one of the friends is my Significant Other. Her name is Willow.”

Blanchard peered at me a little awkwardly, adding, “I get the connection to the restaurant. But if you have a girlfriend, why are you here with me and not her?

Pausing, I replied, ‘Blanchard, that’s a fair question… “

But before I could respond, he interrupted, “Harper, you’re one of the hotties that I have seen skiing together today? I only saw five of you?”

I remarked, “Blanchard, there are eight. We call ourselves the Girl Posse, and we meet periodically in various locations. Several girls are from the East Coast, two from San Francisco, and one from Chicago. Willow and I live in Dallas.”

He replied, ” Okay, I understand. I live in Atlanta, and I’m here with a few friends. But why aren’t you with your girlfriend now? Mind you, I’m not complaining, but I find it odd. “

“Let me try to explain. The Posse plays and parties together.” I paused, took two deep breaths, adding, ” And we share each other. One would say we are all good friends with benefits.”

Blanchard’s jaw dropped. He remarked, “Say that again? “

I repeated what I just said, adding, “We play by our own rules. We are all unique in our own ways, and some of us are a little different than the other girls.”

Blanchard stared at me with a perplexed look. He was speechless, trying to figure out what I was telling him.

Having had this conversation before, I just played my cards, remarking, “Yes, Blanchard, I have a secret in my panties!”

Blanchard mumbled, “You’re a chick with a dick, but you have boobies?” He was a little agitated, perhaps more nervous. He kept shaking his head. We sat in silence for a few moments. I hesitated, but I placed my hand over the top of his. He did not push me away.

He responded, “Harper, to say that I am astonished is an understatement. I had no idea. You are stunning, and the fact that you are a transwoman renders me speechless.”

I could not sense what he was thinking or feeling, so I played all my cards. “Blanchard, most likely after lunch, the Posse will ski Golden Horn. Perhaps, we will have a few cocktails at the Highland Alehouse or head directly back to our chalet. If you and your buddies want to join us, that would be fun. If not, I’ll understand!” I paused, then added, “Blanchard, I’m not the only transwoman.” I snickered, adding, “BTW, the entire Posse is not trans!”

After lunch, Blanchard paid, and we parted ways. He took the Exhibition chair to the Merry-Go-Round to meet up with his buddies, and I took the Thunderbowl chair to get a few runs on Golden Horn. Before he left, Blanchard kissed me on the cheek, adding, “Harper, how can I let you know?” We exchanged cell phone numbers.

I texted Willow, ‘I’m skiing Golden Horn.’

She replied, ‘We’re still at Cloud Nine. We’ll meet up in a bit! Are you with the guy?’

I responded, ‘I’m alone. He knows. He may or may not show! He’s catching up with his buddies.’

She replied, ‘Gotcha. His loss! See you soon, Babe.’

It’s Warm and Sunny on Golden Horn

Finishing up a hard day’s skiing on the Golden Horn slopes is exciting. When it’s warm and sunny, it’s the best – a terrific way to wrap up your day. The Posse showed up in twos. Willow and Heather arrived first, followed soon by Olivia and Nikki. Pepper, Clare, and Bay. As a group, the Posse took several runs on Golden Horn.

We were eight stunningly gorgeous women schussing and cruising. Laughing and just having a good time. Once we declared that this was our last run for the day, we found some seats outdoors at the Alehouse. The Posse settled in to relax and enjoy the sunshine. From the wine list, Nikki selected a few tasty Chardonnays from California; the white wine flowed.

Blanchard and his buddies, Bennett and Beau, did show. Perhaps more out of curiosity, or maybe they wanted to live sinop escort a fantasy. The Posse had an unwritten pact: No one reveals who is trans and who is not. My secret was out, but for the others, we kept the Southern boys guessing.

The Southern boys mingled, enjoying the Posse’s lively party atmosphere. Pepper took a liking to Bennett, and he seemed captivated by her. The boys accepted our invitation to join us at the Chalet. Since they had taken the Resort shuttle, we loaded their gear onto one of the SUVs and headed back to the Chalet. This party was just getting started.

Hot Tub Or Bust

When we arrived back at the chalet, Olivia, Bay, and Nikki prepared some munchies. Willow and Clare took drink orders. We opened a few bottles of wine, and I made a few Italian Spritzers. Pepper and Heather took the guys onto the Deck, heating the hot tub and the outdoor propane heaters. Blanchard, Bennett, and Beau settled in around the fire pit. It was nice and toasty outside. I brought the guys drinks and sat in one of the chairs beside Blanchard. Pepper and Heather went back inside.

Beau, the more outgoing of the trio, spoke first, ” Are all the girls available, or are they already hooked up with another girl?”

Giggling, I replied, “Beau, we all misbehave; the level of our kink and naughtiness varies. We share, and yes, several of us are here with our S.O.” I paused, adding,

” That’s not an obstacle. We are all good friends with benefits. His face expressed his disbelief.

Bennett, chuckling to himself, mumbled, “Someone pinch me!” We all laughed, although the guys’ laughs were nervous laughs.

Blanchard spoke, “If I may ask, Harper, who besides you is a transwoman? Everyone, including you, is gorgeous.” A question I anticipated, but before I could answer, Nikki and Bay placed the munchies on the side tables. Willow brought out the wine.

Nikki overheard the question and directed her response to Blanchard, ” Blanchard, right, I’m sure Harper has told you, the Posse has an unwritten pact – no one reveals who is trans and who is not! If she wants to on her own, that’s cool.” Nikki paused, glancing at the hot tub, she added, ” Anyone’s secret will soon be revealed, once they’re naked! “

Chuckling, Bay interjected, “Remember, guys, our rules are limited, but a No is a firm no!” She teasingly blew a kiss!

Willow snickered, “And boys, the everyone includes you too.” Willow had already removed her ski sweater, pulled her Cami undershirt over her head, revealing her gorgeous boobies, encased in her black mid-cup bra. She then wiggled out of her boots and sleek ski pants. In her sheer G-string, showing off her dancer’s body, she posed for the guys, adding, “Anyone care to join me in the hot tub?” She grabbed her wine and quickly slipped into the tub.

Beau, who didn’t have to be asked twice, stripped naked and hurriedly joined her. I didn’t get a good look at his cock. Although they didn’t leave their chairs, Bennett and Blanchard’s eyes remained focused on Willow’s near-perfect booty. They were mesmerized, and I understand fully. Her body might captivate you, but it’s Willow’s charm, along with her mind, that awestruck me.

Nikki glanced at Bay, “Bay, let’s go change.” She then added, “We’ll be right back!”

It Feels Like a Parade – Coming and Going.

Heather was the first to rejoin us on deck. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt, but underneath, I’m positive she’s sporting a bikini. It was almost like a parade. Olivia returned wearing a camisole ski top, sans bra, and a sexy string bikini bottom. Her nipples were visible through the top. She sat next to Bennett.

Clare and Pepper were wearing matching, tight high-cut one-piece swimsuits. Clare was carrying a tray of Italian spritzers. Her suit was red, and Pepper’s was black. Their slim crotch area fit snugly over their cocks, and their bulges confirmed that both were transwomen. The tightness of their suits left nothing to anyone’s imagination. Pepper always seems to flaunt her goods and stands right next to Blanchard. Her cock was at his eye level. Clare gave both guys their drinks.

I discreetly caressed Blanchard’s legs, though his ski pants. His bulge was visible pressing against the tight fabric. I remarked, “Just be patient, Dude, all of the secrets will be revealed.

Nikki and Bay rejoined. Both were wearing their swimsuits. Nikki was hidden under your T-shirt; Bay’s red bikini top was visible, but her bikini bottom was covered by a wrap-around tied at her waist. Bay instantly joined Willow and Beau in the hot tub. Nikki sat next to me.

Clare and Pepper joined the girls and Beau. As she entered the hot tub, Clare turned toward Bennett, “Hey, Dude, do you want to join us?”

He promptly replied, “Sure!” and instantly removed his ski clothes, tossing them on one of the nearby chairs. Bennett is tall, fit, and trim, and his package is nicely proportionate. He’s not a enormous as Pepper, but his cock looks delicious. Once in the hot tub, he sat between Clare and Pepper.

Blanchard, watching all this take place, remarked, “That’s out of character. When you think you know someone, they throw you a curveball. “

At first glance of the room, anyone walking by the apartment window looking in would’ve thought it was cleaning day. There were a couple of small piles of clothes thrown on the floor and multiple cushions pulled off the couch. But looking further in, that glance would have also revealed two naked women entwined tightly on the ground, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat.

Colette, laying on one of the cushions, has already had one orgasm. She was well on her way to her second as she laid there rubbing her throbbing pussy. It didn’t matter that the lower half of her body was off the cushion laying on the cold, hardwood floor. Comfortable or not, she was right where she wanted to be, lying on her back with Michelle grinding against her mouth and face.

Looking up she could see Michelle’s breasts bouncing gently with every move she made. As Colette continued to stare, she saw that her nipples were hard and erect. She wanted so much to have them in her mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she pushed her tongue deeper into her slit. As she did, Michelle looked down and, grabbing the back of Colette’s head with both hands for leverage, pressed her pussy harder against her mouth.

“Colette, your tongue feels so good…,” Michelle moaned. “I’m so glad you called me…,” she continued.

It had been two weeks since their first encounter at the grocery store, and it was all Colette could think about. Just by chance earlier in the month, Colette had run into Michelle at the store again. However, there was no time to talk since she had only rushed in to buy snacks for her son’s game. But after a quick hello, Michelle had slipped her a piece of paper with her number on it.

“Oh fuck…,” Michelle moaned under her breath as she continued to grind against Colette’s mouth. “You really do like eating my pussy, don’t you?”, Michelle said not at all expecting an answer. “When you called me, you said you ‘needed me’, and now I know exactly what you mean…,” she continued.

Michelle let go of Colette’s head and slid off her face coming to rest on her upper chest. She could see that her pussy was an inch from her chin and she noted that Colette’s mouth and cheeks were glistening with her juices. Looking down at her, she said, “Colette, I want to cum with your tongue in my ass.”

“Oh my god, Michelle. That is so fucking kinky… I would love that…,” Colette said, staring back at Michelle as the words left her mouth. Without hesitating, Michelle lifted her legs and placed her feet next to Colette’s head, one on each side. Then laying backward down onto her body, she placed the back of her head into Colette’s lap. She instantly felt Colette’s pussy soak into the back of her hair.

Now with the strong foundation of her body and feet, Michelle lifted her waist off of Colette’s chest and positioned her ass right over her face. With a hand on each cheek, Michelle spread her ass wide. Looking up, Colette could see Michelle’s asshole clear as day, glistening wet from the pussy juice that had dripped down onto it.

“Oh yes, Michelle, please sit on my face…,” said Colette. And with that, Michelle lowered her ass onto Colette’s waiting open mouth. As her face slid between her cheeks, Michelle felt the tip of Colette’s tongue touch her sensitive ring.

“Mmmm, this is exactly what I wanted Colette…,” Michelle said as she let her ass come down to rest onto Colette’s mouth. With this position over her, Michelle proceeded to raise and lower herself over Colette’s mouth, feeling her stiff and extended tongue start to penetrate her with each motion.

After a few thrusts, Michelle placed one hand on the ground next to Colette for additional support. With both legs now doing the work, she put her other hand between her legs and instantly found her swollen clit. The initial touch was intense and the motion of her hand and fingers were deliberate.

With the combination of Colette’s tongue and the focused attention of her own fingers, Michelle could feel her orgasm starting to build. With increasing urgency, she was rubbing her clit harder and faster. With brow furrowed, Michelle started to moan, softly at first and then more purposefully. She started including “oh fuck…” together with her moans. “Oh fuck, Colette. You’re gonna make me cum…,” Michelle said. Within seconds her climax was starting to approach, causing her to thrust against Colette’s mouth faster and faster.

“Oh fuck, Colette. I’m gonna cum…,” she said.

Michelle’s asshole was now completely engulfing Colette’s tongue with each thrust as she feverishly rubbed her engorged clit. Colette could start to feel Michelle’s rim clenching around her tongue. She knew Michelle was about to cum.

“Ohhhh… ohhhh… oooohhhh…,” Michelle moaned.

“Ffffuuuuuck…,” she continued. And then silence except for the wet sound of Colette’s tongue penetrating Michelle and Michelle’s own fingers rubbing feverishly. “Unh, unh, unh,” Michelle continued. Then suddenly Michelle screamed out “Uuuuuuhhhhh! Oh my god, Colette!,” kilis escort as she reached her climax. At the same time, Michelle’s rim clenched and unclenched around Colette’s tongue as her orgasm coursed through her body, legs quivering and shaking as she came hard on her face.

Feeling this, Colette wrapped her arms around Michelle’s thighs and held on as Michelle pushed down hard against her face. She could feel wetness landing on her upper lip as Michelle’s juice dripped out of her pussy as she suckled gently on Michelle’s rim.

After a few more thrusts, Michelle slowly shifted her body back down onto Colette’s chest. Now leaning up to a seated position, she looked down at Colette. “That was amazing. You are so, so good at that,” Michelle said looking into her eyes.

Colette grinned as she looked up, meeting Michelle’s gaze, her cheeks glistening with Michelle’s juices. “I could get used to this,” she said, reaching up with one hand to gently massage one of Michelle’s breasts.

With her orgasm subsided, she slowly climbed off of Colette’s chest. “Wow,” Michelle said, “that was fucking amazing.”

“I know,” Colette said with a smile.

“Now. your turn,” Michelle said. She sat down next to Colette who was still laying on her back. She reached down and pushed Colette’s legs open. Looking down between her legs, she could see wetness on the ground where she had been dripping.

Michelle moved her hand between Colette’s legs and started sliding her middle finger up and down the opening of her slit. She could feel that she was already wet. With her finger glistening and slippery, she slowly slid her finger down to her anus and immediately started gently rubbing. As she did, she felt Colette’s rim clench. She continued in slow circular motions, applying slight pressure to massage against the many sensitive nerve endings.

Soon, Michelle could feel her rim relax. With this clear sign that she was waiting for, Michelle slid her finger in. At first it was just the tip, but she continued to slide it further and further. In and out with her finger. “Oh Michelle, that feels amazing…,” Colette moaned, letting her legs fall further open.

Then suddenly Michelle stopped. “Wait,” she said. “I have an idea.” Standing up, Michelle quickly turned and started walking away.

“Michelle? Where are you going?” Colette said.

“You’ll see,” Michelle answered. “I won’t be long… promise,” she continued.

While Michelle was gone, Colette’s mind started returning to life. She still loved her husband, Steve, very much. They’ve been married for several years and are amazing together. They go to church on Sundays, watch sports with friends, and go on vacations every year as a family. “Normal stuff,” she thought to herself. “But this… What am I thinking? I’m lying naked on the floor, in the living room of a woman I just met 2 weeks ago. And my lips and cheeks are still wet with her sex…,” her thought process continued.

As she thought more about her situation here and now, Colette started to quickly come to the realization that she was loving it. “I don’t think I’m a lesbian, but I just can’t get enough of this woman…,” she thought. “Her beauty, her scent, her most intimate parts…,” she continued. And without any hesitation, her mind continued to wander. “Her pussy on my face… My tongue in her ass… So dirty… So erotic… So…”.

“So… did you miss me?” Michelle said as she returned. As she walked over to Colette, she could see that she was holding a cucumber in her hand. The long, slender English cucumber type.

“What is that?” Colette asked.

“It’s a cucumber, darling. And I’m going to fuck your ass with it,” Michelle said.

Colette’s eyes widened. “What?! No way!” Colette objected. “Fingers are one thing…,” she continued. “Michelle, my husband tried once and it scared the hell out of me. We had to stop.”

“Colette, please don’t worry. I know exactly what I’m doing. And in about twenty minutes, you’ll be having the most incredible orgasm,” Michelle said. “Do you trust me?” she continued.

Colette’s heart was pounding. She’s had orgasms involving anal play before. She’s even used a butt plug. “But a fucking cucumber?” she thought to herself. “I’m so aroused by this woman… the experiences that I’ve already had… and she’s just so damn kinky…” she continued thinking. “Yes. Yes, I do trust you,” Colette said.

“Good girl,” said Michelle. “I literally can’t wait for you to experience what I know you’re going to absolutely love. If helpful, it’s something that I’ve experienced more times than I can count,” she continued.

“Now the first step is to turn over,” Michelle said. “And here, take this extra cushion and put it underneath you,” she continued as she grabbed one of the couch cushions on the floor and handed it to Colette.

As Colette proceeded to prop the cushions up and lay over them, she suddenly realized how vulnerable she felt with her ass now sticking up, fully exposed and spread kırklareli escort open in front of Michelle. As she turned to look behind her, she could see that Michelle was squeezing a tube of what looked like clear gel into her fingers.

“The first thing I’m going to do is use my fingers to loosen you up a bit,” Michelle said, as she placed the tip of one of her fingers against Colette’s asshole.

“Oh!” Colette blurted out as she felt the finger touch her sensitive rim.

“Mmmm…,” Michelle murmured. “Time for you to relax now…,” she continued.

“It just surprised me, that’s all,” Colette said. “I trust you, Michelle. I’ll try to relax,” Colette continued.

After a few minutes, Michelle heard a soft moaning sound from Colette. At the same time she felt her rim start to loosen. “Oh Colette, do you like this?” Michelle asked.

“Yes, Michelle. I do. I really do,” Colette answered.

“OK. I’m going to slide my finger in now,” Michelle said, and proceeded to press her finger into Colette’s rim, not waiting for an answer or objection.

“Unfff…,” Colette grunted as Michelle’s finger entered her ass.

“Is that OK?” asked Michelle.

“Oh yes…,” Colette answered.

With now very clear approval, Michelle proceeded to slide her finger in and out of Colette’s ass. “Colette, I’m going to add another finger now…,” Michelle said. And again, not waiting for an answer or objection, she added a second finger into Colette’s ass.

“Ooooh…,” Colette murmured.

“Let me guess…,” Michelle said. “Amazing, right?” she continued.

“It feels so good…,” Colette breathed.

Hearing this, Michelle proceeded to now slide her two fingers in and out of Colette. After a few thrusts, she felt Colette’s pelvis start to move rhythmically against the thrusts of her fingers. “Mmmm…,” Colette continued.

With this continued unspoken approval, Michelle slid both fingers out and replaced them with three fingers. Pressing the three tips against the now loose opening, she pressed with just enough force to slide past the opening.

“Oh my god, Michelle…,” Colette said in a low, guttural voice. “Yes, just like that…,” she continued.

Slowly at first but then picking up speed, Michelle proceeded to fuck Colette’s ass with her three fingers. With Colette’s relaxed rim, her fingers were sliding in and out of Colette with ease.

“Oh fuck, Michelle. I am loving your fingers,” Colette said.

Michelle smiled and, leaning forward, kissed the back of Colette’s neck. “I knew you would. Now I’m going to add a fourth finger. It’ll be the last one before I switch to that cucumber,” Michelle said.

“Oh yes, Michelle, do it. Put all four fingers in my ass,” Colette yelled. And just as she said these words, she thought to herself “Did I really just say that? I sound like such a slut.” And as she repeated the words in her head, she realized that she loved it. She could also feel that her pussy had become soaking wet.

Looking down between her legs, she saw a pattern of drips forming under her. And so did Michelle. As she continued to slide her four fingers inside her, she noticed how easy they slipped in with each thrust.

Michelle knew what she was doing. She stood up next to Colette with her fingers still inside her. And with her next thrust, she positioned her hand with her palm up and slid her four fingers deep into Colette’s asshole, all the way to her knuckles. She then bent her fingers upward and, with her thumb pressing down just below her tailbone, grabbed hold of Colette and did a series of small little lifts. With this massaging from the inside, Michelle could feel everything now completely loose and ready.

“Uunngg…,” Colette grunted. “Fuck that feels good, Michelle. I feel so full. I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” Michelle asked, already knowing the answer.

“Ready for you to fuck me, Michelle. Fuck my as with that cucumber,” Colette said. said. And again, just as the words left her mouth, she thought “Did I really just say that?” But she was also loving the dirty talk. So much that she wanted to get kinkier.

“But Michelle, before you grab it, put your fingers in my mouth”, Colette said.

“What a dirty little slut you’re becoming, Colette,” Michelle said. “And I’m loving it…,” she continued.

She proceeded to pull her fingers out of Colette’s ass, all of them glistening wet, and put them in front of Colette’s mouth. Colette opened her mouth and Michelle slid her fingers in. Colette noted how much it tasted like her pussy. Colette also noted how thankful she was that prior to arriving she had done a proper cleaning, inside and out. She knew that if tonight was going to be anything like the grocery store, she knew she wanted to be prepared for anything.

After a few seconds of sucking the juices off Michelle’s fingers, Colette couldn’t wait any longer. “Michelle, I’m ready,” she said.

And with that, Michelle grabbed the cucumber and pressed the karabük escort tip against Colette’s asshole. “Oh fuck, Michelle. I’m so fucking ready…,” Colette moaned. “Do it however you want, I trust you,” she continued.

And with that expression of confidence, Michelle started to slide the cucumber into Colette’s ass.

As it started to enter, Colette took a huge breath. “Oh my god, Michelle, that feels so fucking good. I can feel myself stretching around it,” she continued as the cucumber continued sliding in.

“Oh my god, Michelle, that feels so good,” Colette said, coupling her statement with a soft moan. “Mmmmm.”

With the continued approval, Michelle started fucking Colette. Slow and steady thrusts coupled with dirty talk. “Take it, Colette. I knew you would like this up your ass. Fuck you look so hot getting fucked like this. You like it don’t you?” finishing with a question that she already knew the answer to.

“Fuck yes!” Colette yelled. “I love it!”

Deciding to tease a bit, Michelle slowly pulled out the cucumber until only its tip was pressing against Colette’s ass. “Do you want me to keep going?” she joked, knowing full well Colette was loving it.

“Oh my god, Michelle. Yes, keep fucking me with that thing,” Colette replied with a heavy breath.

Michelle slowly pushed it back in. “Uunggh, yes…,” Colette grunted, noting to herself how much she was loving the feeling of something fucking her in a place she never dreamed of. And now knowing the intense pleasure that Colette was feeling, Michelle started to fuck her faster and harder.

Before long, Colette could feel her orgasm approaching. However, Colette also noted that this one was feeling different. She of course has had countless orgasms, but they’ve all been through stimulation of her clit or getting just the right feeling inside her vagina whether cock, dildo, or whatever other phallus she was using.

One of her favorite things that her husband, Steve, does is suck and lick her clit. She of course masturbates by playing with her clit as well. And when Steve fucks her with his cock, that can make her cum as well.

However, Michelle was completely ignoring her pussy. She was showing all her attention to her asshole and Colette was noticing that it was feeling incredible. The rhythmic pounding in and out was creating a gradually building orgasm from deep inside her. And it had been getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

Before long, Colette was starting to shake. Michelle noticed and slowed down. “What are you doing?” Colette asked.

“I can see you’re close,” Michelle said. “By slowing down, I’m going to make your orgasm last longer. That’s what I do when I anal masturbate with my dildo at home and it’s so fucking intense. It’s similar to the orgasms you’re used to, but different at the same time,” Michelle continued, almost as if she was a college professor on the topic.

With this revelation, Colette was in shock. Her whole life, she had thought stimulation of her pussy or clit was required for orgasms. But as enlightening as this new understanding was, it was quickly interrupted with an unmistakable feeling.

“Michelle…. I think I’m going to cum,” she stammered. “Oh my god… Ohhhh…. Fuck!” she screamed. And with that, Colette felt a feeling she had never felt before. As she climaxed, she felt it emanate from deep inside where the cucumber was penetrating her and pulsated outward. Her legs were shaking and her torso collapsed to the floor as she felt her orgasm course through her body.

“Oh my god, Colette,” Michelle said. “How do you feel right now?”

Colette took a few seconds to respond as her breathing started to subside. “‘Oh my god’ is right…,” Colette breathed. “That… that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt…,” she continued.

“I knew you would like that…,” Michelle said as she pulled the cucumber out and placed it on the floor next to her. At the same time, she used her free hand to caress Colette’s back. “Good girl, Colette,” Michelle said. “You had a wonderful new experience tonight, perhaps expanding your horizon a bit.”

Colette pondered those words. “What did she mean ‘horizon’?” she wondered. “Was there more on the ‘horizon” that she’ll be exploring with this woman?” she wondered. She’d seen quite a wide range of activities between women online but she’d always pushed them aside mentally in place of what she was familiar with, what she knew “worked” for her. But given what she’s been experiencing with this woman, she was starting to think there was so much more Michelle may introduce to her.

As her mind continued to wander, she was suddenly pulled back to the present with a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

At the same time, Michelle placed her hand on Colette’s shoulder and gently pulled back to a seated position. Coming to rest in a seated position with legs spread and feet apart on the ground on each side of Michelle. Michelle had her legs spread, overlaid on top of Colette, feet on the floor behind her. They were now facing each other, sitting upright just inches apart.

Colette looked down and saw Michelle’s beautiful breasts, nipples hard and erect. She wanted to feel them pressing against her, so she leaned forward bringing her own nipples directly in contact with Michelle’s.

I bake bread most Tuesdays, and today I could barely think through my steps as Claire texted me and said she was stopping by to visit me in the kitchen after her yoga class. I had put on a short flowery dress–and no bra no panties–not that my husband would ever notice–and had on an apron over that when I saw Claire coming toward our back door dressed in tight workout things. I felt flushed opening the door and for the very time, Claire stepped into my little world of baking and cooking.

She smiled looking around seeing the floured table and the twin bowls of covered rising dough and of course, me looking nervous and excited. “Marie! I am so glad you invited me to stop by!” Claire said loudly and looked around. I realized she was trying to see how alone we were.

I said “Oh don’t worry, he is upstairs and there’s no chance he will bother us–as long as food comes out of the kitchen that’s his interest in it.” Claire nodded and winked at me making my heart flutter!!

I still cannot believe that this young fit woman has become so taken with me, decades older and only learning to let myself explore these new feelings and sexual awakenings Claire has brought to life inside me!

I know I was staring at her and how her slim fit body looked in that yoga outfit, so different than my mature curviness. She giggled at me going tongue tied and staring. So I just started talking “I can show you what I will be doing next with the bread, or I can…” Claire smiled again and said “Marie, are you nervous? You did not seem nervous at all at my house the other day.” I blushed again and looked down. This is all so new to me! And being, desired again, has continued to make my head simply swim!

She saw me looking down and reached out and slid her nails up my bare arm. “Marie, why are you looking down there? You don’t think I would walk into your house waving a giant strap-on cock around my hips do you?” My eyes came up! “Oh no, that’s not what…why…you know.”

Claire smiled. She swung the small workout bag she had over one pretty shoulder to her hands. I saw it had a drink bottle and a damp cloth and a flap pocket that she moved her fingers in and brought out a big round very bright piece of what looked like candy. “Speaking of baking, open your mouth Marie. Now.”

I went still with shock. I am still getting used to Claire talking to me in such a strong way. I mean, I know I should be the one who speaks like she expects to be obeyed, but I just melt when Claire speaks to me this way. I can’t help it.

“What is tha–” Claire had not waited to let me finish. She pushed the squishy sweet candy thing into my lips…leaving her finger inside my mouth until she was certain I was sucking and rolling it with my tongue before she took her hand away and nodded.

“You just keep sucking that and biting it until it is all gone Marie. That’s my good girl.” I stared at her exploring the taste and sensation in my mouth. I knew it must be a “gummie” even though I have never had one. My experience with marijuana is limited to a few times smoking joints a very long time ago. But I nodded and even with a little panic building, I did not try to take it out of my mouth.

She kırşehir escort smiled and started petting my arm again. “You did say you were baking! That is my contribution to you baking today!” I finally talked with it slowly vanishing in my mouth “It is a gummie? Is it strong? How stoned will it make me?”

She shushed me like a child and put her finger over my lips. “There there Marie, that one will just help you relax, and loosen you up, for fun.”

That last part she whispered into my ear as she pulled us close and she took a candy scented kiss from me and I felt her fingers sliding all around and into my apron and dress. We started to make out and Claire wiggled her tongue through my hair to push it into my ear making me crazy. Her fingers found my swelling nipples and tugged and pinched them through my dress until I was a whimpery mess against her. then she pushed me back.

“I love the apron, but Marie, you can take off that dress. You are sure he won’t bother us in here, right? Be a little daring honey.” I blushed again. I don’t know why. I mean she had fucked me like I was a slut just a few days ago. But here in my own house I was shy. But I nodded and sucked and chewed the rest of the gummie she had given me as I did my best to look alluring working myself out of the dress and letting it fall to the floor.

“Ooh Marie, bad girl!” Claire was smiling and touching as she realized I was completely naked under the apron…my boobs almost sliding completely out, my bare cheeks bouncing and my body very exposed. “No bra and no undies! Whatever will I do with you? I think I will have to spank your!” Claire tugged me right against the floured table and told me to bend over!

“But the flour…I will make a me–” She was having none of it. With a remarkably strong push from such a small woman, she shoved me breasts down into the flour and I felt her other hand and nails dragging over my cheeks as I stayed bent down. Honestly, I knew I was making a mess with flour falling on the floor but I did not protest…then I thought maybe that is the gummie working.

And then she really did spank me! WHAP WHAP WHAP! Her hand making my ass jiggle and move with several quick hard smacks. “Hmmm I think that may be too loud and besides, this is better anyway” Claire said as I felt her hand slide down. “Marie spread your thighs wider, that’s right, aren’t you being good now?” I realized I had relaxed against the table, tits down and rolling out of the apron into the flour and my legs had moved wider apart in a very slutty pose!

Claire’s hand moved between them and I thought about making a little jump but somehow I felt it was OK and just stayed very relaxed in my bent over state as I felt her nails and fingertips find my pussy and rub and slide on it.

“Mmmhmmm that’s right Marie, let Claire just rub you and feel you and play with you” her voice sounded so nice and calming. I smiled and nodded on the table as she felt my pussy up and her fingers even began to push into me gently.

I moved softly on the table and for some reason I stayed calm and kept moving, and moving more. Somewhere I realized her fingers were basically fucking malatya escort me going in and coming out and going in again. It felt nice and I started to push myself to make them go deeper each time.

“Ooh Marie, are you humping my hand? Are you being such a slut in your own kitchen? I thought you were were worried about doing anything in here! It’s fine…yes..push back..show me you want my fingers to keep sliding…and sliding” Claire’s voice sounded like I was floating on the ocean and having the nicest sex dream. Her hand was really, really pushing now. I finally turned enough to see her next to my hips and she was holding me with one hand and the other was pushing hard…and I was bucking on the table for more!

“That’s right you are so wet…so warm, I love it! I love what a good girl you are now. You are being such a sweet whore for me aren’t you? You love being a sweet whore for me?”

I nodded. Thought I should say it back. “Yes Claire I am loving being a…whore…for you like this.” My mind thought did I really say that? But I know I did. And I know I pushed on her fingers wet and hard.

“Yes that’s my good slutty Marie, so beautiful and so verry wet! My goodness…feel how deep my fingers are going! I bet I can push…..” I heard it and felt it. I knew what had happened. I just kept moving…knowing that Claire had just fisted me! Her entire hand inside my gripping soaking wet slutty hole!

And now she did not try to pretend it was anything other than fist fucking me! Her arm moving and my body gripped and tight on her hand inside me! She moved her other hand down to find my clit and began to fist and rub me with no holding back or anything other than heated lust to make me orgasm and cum around her fist like some kind of cheap dirty slut!

I started moving letting her arm fuck me. I cannot believe how relaxed I was moving my hips and moaning and urging her on! My body shaking and hot and my nipples swollen and rubbing on the table for even more stimulation. My hips softly slamming between her hand and the table as I became lost in it a sex fog just letting it happen to me.

I noticed Claire stopped rubbing my clit a moment and grabbed her cloth from the small gym bag. Before I knew it, she had shoved it into my mouth! My eyes staring up asking why.

“Sorry Marie, but I don’t think you realize how loud you were getting. I mean your hubby may be clueless but no one is so dumb they don’t understand what those cries of you saying “Fuck Me!” out loud mean.”

I guess I was doing those things. I bit on the cloth it smelled like Claire anyway and went back to pushing my hips and helping her fuck me deep and hard with her cute small fist. My own nails dragging lines through the flour as I clawed the table from being fist fucked so hard! When she started back to rubbing my clit I knew I was going to completely lose myself to the hardest biggest orgasm I could have.

Maybe I tried to say something maybe I just moaned and humped myself on her fist. I cannot remember anything except the bliss of it. Cumming in waves through me. My body surrendering. My eyes going dazed. Shaking. Smacking my big tits on the table niğde escort as it hit me over and over.

Claire had to grab the apron and hold me down for my safely as I came and shoved myself at the table lost in it. By the time I finished I knew her arm and everything else was soaked! I have never felt so completely spent and happy. Claire pulled her soaking fist from me slowly with the fingers petting me as she stood over me seeing me just spent on the table.

“My God Marie. I did not know anyone could cum that hard! You have been orgasming….god I don’t how long! And I hate to do this…but now I need to get some relief too. I mean…damn girl…you are just a soaking hot cummer aren’t you?”

I think I smiled and slowly moved, Claire directing me down to my knees off the table. I was kneeling not really aware how I got there exactly but Claire stepped close to me her damp yoga pants right in front of my face.

She started to peel them and a little thong under them down, just enough to show me her cute bare lips. I leaned so naturally as if I have been a life long lesbian and she nodded “That’s right, give me your tongue, I need it bad.”

My hands touched the bare tops of her thighs and slid to her cute round firm cheeks gripping them. I was licking and kissing eating her exposed pussy like I had done it all my life. Claire started shaking and moaning and I paused enough to turn her and plant her tight butt against the table and started again.

Lap lap lap. Lick lick lick. Kiss kiss kiss. I nestled into her thighs my face mashing and my tongue pushing. She was still almost entirely dressed! Her top on and her yoga pants just peeled low enough to expose herself to me.

I looked up smiling with a soaking face and saw Claire’s eye were closed and her fingers were tugging and rubbing her small hard nipples right through her clinging top. I went back determined to lick and wiggle my tongue until she lost herself against my face.

“Oh god oh god oh god yess…fuck girl yes…do it make me cum you bad bitch” Claire was saying over and over and calling me slut and bitch and whore and I loved it.

I felt her tensing and knew she was about there so I managed to slow down and only tongue her clit in tight tiny circles as she started softly crying out.

“OH holy fuck! You slut…you…” she could not finish as the shaking took over and I held her legs tight for support and she started cumming.

Her orgasm made her twist and struggle against the table so sexily! I loved watching her lose that control and just let it take her so hard. Finally she started breathing slowly and opened her eyes staring down at me.

“Oh my god. Wow. That was…..something.” I stood up and we held each other and we pulled her pants and thong back up and smiled at my ruined table and floor…flour and wet all over. And in the flour the sight of where my big tits had rubbed so hard and where her cute butt braced itself.

And then we heard my husband yelling something about lunch. Claire kissed me.

“You sure seemed to enjoy your lunch Maire but you better try to make him something, can you walk and do it?”

I nodded. I was thinking it would be a boring lunch. And the bread would not be baking for a while. But then we petted flour off each other and kissed and she told me next time, she might even have her “friend” with her, making a lewd double fisted motion with her hands out in front of her hips that made me smile the entire time I fixed lunch.

CHAPTER: All That Glitters and What It Cost

“It is easy to love the flower. Harder to know the dirt it clawed through.”

Arrival — Where the Driveway Never Ends

The gravel whispered money. The air was too still, too perfect.

Danielle sat rigid in the backseat of the town car. Claudia lounged beside her like she belonged there — but her sunglasses stayed on. Emily buzzed with nerves and nostalgia in the front seat, pointing out things like: “That tree was mine,” and “I used to ride my pony through that archway.”

Danielle muttered, “A pony?”

Claudia smirked. “Technically, it’s a compound.”

The car stopped. The gates closed behind them.

Two staff in tailored uniforms opened the doors. One carried their bags. The other offered cucumber water.

Emily tried to apologize with her eyes.

Danielle didn’t look at her.

Dinner with the Parents — The Queen’s Gambit in Pearls

Twelve seats.

Five filled.

Silver gleamed. Wine glowed. The tension was immaculate.

Danielle sat stiffly to Emily’s left, turning her fork over and over between her fingers, eyes on the linen.

Emily’s mother, immaculate in pearls and restraint, turned to her with a smile that could slice granite.

“So Danielle — do your parents live nearby? Or…?”

Danielle looked up, startled. “Sorry?”

“Your family,” the woman repeated. “I was just curious what sort of background you came from.”

Danielle hesitated. “We’re from Newark.”

“Oh,” her father said, with the air of someone hearing about mold. “That must’ve… built character.”

Danielle’s jaw clenched.

“Yes. Along with cigarettes and bad credit.”

Emily inhaled sharply, ready to intervene —

But Claudia put down her wine.

Smoothly. Delicately. Like a queen moving her bishop.

“Ah, yes. The gentle ballet of microaggressions — how deftly they pirouette around the table, no?”

The room paused.

Her tone was velvet.

Her words, knives.

Emily’s mother blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

Claudia smiled. “Oh, don’t bother. Begging is for those who lack subtlety. You, madam, wield condescension with the elegance of an archer. Precision without the sweat of vulgarity.”

Emily’s father raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

Claudia’s voice turned sweet.

“Oh, forgive me. Claudia Moreau. Daughter of public school teachers, scholarship recipient at your daughter’s university, and former national debate champion — a title I earned by verbally eviscerating the sons of senators and oil barons, all before I could legally drink.”

Emily blinked. Danielle coughed into her wine.

Claudia continued.

“I’ve dined in homes like this. Sat beneath chandeliers worth more than my student loans. I’ve been smiled at by mothers like you who never quite say the words not like us, but somehow manage to convey them with every syllable.”

Her gaze turned to Emily’s father.

“And I’ve endured men like you, who mistake a polished insult for wit, and a bank account for breeding.”

He frowned. “You’re being very defensive.”

“No, sir. I’m being offensive. There’s a difference — one implies I was provoked, the other means I’m finally enjoying myself.”

Emily was now gripping the table.

Claudia leaned back, and — with maddening calm — delivered the finishing blow in Latin:

“Omne ignotum pro magnifico.”

(“Everything unknown is presumed magnificent.”)

She turned to Danielle. “Meaning, my dear, they fear what they can’t comprehend. And when that fear wears pearls, it smiles.”

Danielle, stunned, started laughing.

Emily’s father opened his mouth — and Claudia interrupted:

“But please, do continue. Tell us more about Newark. Or perhaps, how money doesn’t buy manners?”

Silence.

Except for Claudia’s faint humming.

A bar of La Marseillaise.

Emily’s mother finally asked, tight-lipped:

“And what do you plan to do with your degree, Miss Moreau?”

Claudia smiled like a cat with blood on her lips.

“Oh, I plan to dismantle structures like yours. One table at a time.”

Afterward, as they walked through the garden with stolen wine and bare feet, Emily whispered:

“I’ve never seen anyone do that. Not even in court.”

Claudia stretched her arms above her head.

“Darling. I was raised in a world that taught me how to slit throats with syllables. You just had to show me where to aim.”

Danielle, who had been quiet all evening, murmured:

“I think I came twice.”

Post-Dinner — Bruises Beneath the Silk

They ended up outside — barefoot, blankets wrapped around their shoulders, on a stone bench beneath a yawning oak. The estate was quiet except for the sound of distant fountains. Emily sat between them, clutching a wine bottle like a talisman.

No one spoke for a long time.

Then Danielle said:

“My first memory of money was learning we didn’t have any.”

Emily glanced at her.

Danielle stared straight ahead.

“Mom worked three jobs. I remember the smell of her uniforms — bleach and fryer oil and lavender. I never went to bed karaman escort hungry. But I knew which bills she paid late. She’d circle the ones she could let slide — like she was playing chess with utilities.”

She sipped from the bottle. “College was my miracle. And my punishment.”

Claudia reached over, touching her wrist.

“I get it.”

Danielle turned. Claudia’s voice was soft.

“I went to school with girls like Emily. Lived among them. But I was on scholarship. They let me in, sure. But not all the way. It was like… glass walls. You could see the life, but not touch it.”

She looked at Emily.

“Except you. You never made me feel like I had to perform to belong.”

Emily’s eyes welled. “I hate that I brought you here. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Danielle leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You thought we’d break. But we didn’t.”

Claudia added, “We’ve been broken. What’s one more crack?”

Emily pulled the blanket tighter around them. “You shouldn’t have to prove yourselves here.”

Danielle smiled, sad and kind. “We weren’t proving anything. We were protecting you.”

CHAPTER: After the Applause, the Hunger

“We were divine at dinner. Now tear me apart.”

They didn’t make it to the room.

They ran.

Slamming through doors, robes half-falling, Emily yanking Danielle by the wrist, Claudia dragging her nails down Emily’s back.

By the time they stumbled into Emily’s bedroom, they were already clawing.

Emily pushed Danielle onto the bed like a hunger she could no longer restrain.

“Off. Everything. Now.”

Danielle obeyed. Clothes flew.

Claudia tackled Emily onto her back, straddling her, kissing her like a threat, yanking her panties aside, grinding so hard their bones ached from the collision.

“Fuck–yes–like that–harder, you fucking bitch–“

Claudia bit Emily’s lip and slapped her thigh.

Emily growled.

Danielle was between their legs in seconds — one hand on each of their thighs, tongue plunging in fast circles, fingers digging so deep into Emily she screamed.

“FUCK! Danielle–yes–don’t stop–don’t–FUCK–harder–“

Emily arched, back bowing, Claudia riding her mouth now like she owned it.

“Suck it, baby–eat me–don’t you dare stop–fucking god, Emily–YES–“

Danielle didn’t use words — just moaned into Emily, her mouth slick, cheeks wet, eyes wild.

She licked with rage, sucked with intent, drove two fingers inside Claudia while her mouth devoured Emily’s cunt with vicious devotion.

The sounds were pornographic: flesh slapping, mouths slurping, moans and curses tossed like prayers.

Claudia came first — bucking, screaming, pulling Emily’s hair so hard she whimpered.

“YES–FUCK–GODDAMN YOU–FUCKING PERFECT MOUTH–“

Emily came next — not once, twice, spasming on Danielle’s face as she grabbed Claudia’s hips and screamed.

“FUCK–FUCK–FUCK–YES–OH GOD–I’m gonna–FUCKING–AAAAAH–“

And Danielle?

Claudia dove down before she could breathe — licking her open, wide, deep — as Emily fingered her from behind, three fingers in, fast, no mercy.

Danielle lost control.

“HOLY–SHIT–OH FUCK–DON’T STOP–I’M FUCKING–FUCKING–CUMMING–!!!”

Her whole body convulsed, legs shaking, squirt soaking Claudia’s face, bed, thighs.

Emily and Claudia laughed.

Drunk on her.

But they didn’t stop.

No kissing.

No affection.

Just more.

Emily sat on Danielle’s face and rode her.

Claudia fingered herself watching, then joined, tongue in Emily’s mouth, fingers in Danielle’s cunt.

Every orgasm ripped through like an explosion.

No one knew whose moan belonged to who.

They bit.

They screamed.

They came with the violence of desire finally unchained.

Bodies trembling. Voices hoarse.

They collapsed.

No words.

Only breath.

Only sweat, wetness, and raw fucking triumph.

Three girls.

Three gods.

And not a shred of softness left between them.

CHAPTER: Velvet, Whiskey, and Glitter-Stained Tongues

“We conquered each other. Now let’s conquer the world.”

The afternoon sun dripped like honey down the marble columns of the estate.

Emily stood at the foot of her bed, pulling on thigh-high leather boots, a black silk blouse open to scandal, sunglasses perched atop her curls like she’d been born famous.

Danielle leaned against the closet frame, in dark jeans and a crop top that read BITE BACK. Her lipstick was wine-dark. Her smile was casual destruction.

Claudia?

Claudia wore blood-red heels, a backless velvet dress that shifted with every breath, and pearls that should’ve been illegal. Her perfume was French and threatening.

“We’re not going to church,” Danielle muttered.

Claudia adjusted her cleavage. “Darling, I am the sermon.”

Emily clapped her hands once.

“Tonight, I ruin your standards forever. Clothes. Drinks. Music. Everything. My city. My rules.”

Danielle raised a brow. “Define ‘ruin.'”

Claudia licked her teeth. kars escort “Oh, I think she means worshipped in public.”

Emily grinned.

“You’ll know it when your panties are on someone else’s chandelier.”

Stop 1: The Boutique of Excess

They arrived in the city in a private car, music blaring. First stop: Baronne, a boutique so exclusive it didn’t have a sign — just a man in a three-piece suit who bowed when he saw Emily.

“Miss Morgan. We’ve prepped the champagne.”

Danielle gawked at a pair of boots that cost more than her tuition.

Claudia tried on silk gloves like she was casing a museum.

Emily bought them each three outfits. No price tags checked. No hesitations.

“Pick what makes you feel like a god.”

Danielle finally picked a tailored leather jacket. Claudia chose a sheer black catsuit that made even the mannequins blush.

Emily bought both.

“You’re not just my girls,” she said, sipping prosecco.

“You’re my pantheon.”

Stop 2: Whiskey and Lipstick (Rewritten)

“She was innocence poured into a blouse one size too small. Claudia drank her like a sin.”

The bar was low-lit and humming — that low, erotic kind of jazz that made your blood throb in rhythm.

The Widow’s Breath. All walnut and shadow, leather seats, amber whiskey, and lips stained redder by the hour.

Emily leaned into Claudia as they slipped into their booth.

“See that one?” she whispered, motioning to the bar.

“Pouring drinks. Looks like she still has AP Bio flashcards in her purse.”

Claudia’s eyes followed.

The girl couldn’t have been more than eighteen — freshly legal, cheeks flushed from the room’s heat, posture painfully polite. She wore a black blouse tucked nervously into high-waisted jeans. Her ponytail looked like something from a high school yearbook.

Danielle chuckled. “She looks terrified of the olives.”

Emily turned to Claudia, smirking.

“Bet you can make her stutter in under a minute.”

Claudia grinned — slow, wicked.

“Watch me.”

First Contact: The Drop

She approached the bar like a panther dressed in velvet.

The girl — Sadie, according to her little bronze name tag — turned and nearly dropped the lime wedges.

“Hi! Um–can I help you?”

Claudia leaned forward, letting her fingers curl slowly around the rim of the bar.

“You already are.”

Sadie blinked. “I… I mean — would you like a drink?”

Claudia smiled, resting her chin on her hand, voice syrupy with mischief.

“No. I want to know if you always blush this easily… or if it’s just when pretty women look at you like they know your secrets.”

Sadie flushed deep. Her throat bobbed.

“I–um–no–yes–I mean, I don’t–“

“Oh, darling.” Claudia tilted her head. “You do stutter so well.”

Sadie bit her lip.

Claudia’s fingers brushed hers — just enough — while accepting a napkin.

“Tell me, Sadie. First job?”

“Yes. I just started this week.”

“And first kiss?”

Sadie froze.

Didn’t answer.

Claudia smiled — a blade’s edge of grace.

“Ah. So I am your first sin tonight.”

The Unraveling

She didn’t need to touch her again.

Claudia used words.

Whispers.

Innuendos Sadie barely understood but felt in her chest and between her legs.

“You’re adorable. Like a fawn strayed into a den of wolves. You know what wolves do, don’t you?”

Sadie trembled.

“They… eat?”

Claudia leaned in, voice just above a moan.

“Yes. But only the softest parts.”

Sadie dropped the jigger.

It clattered against the counter like punctuation.

Claudia placed a folded $50 bill on the bar.

“You’ve done wonderfully. Now go to the back room. Breathe. Touch yourself if you must. Imagine my mouth instead of your fingers.”

Sadie stood frozen, blinking too fast.

Claudia’s eyes didn’t break contact.

“Go.”

And she did.

Almost running.

Return to the Booth

Danielle and Emily watched her approach.

Emily lifted her drink, eyebrow arched.

“You monster.”

Claudia sat, crossed her legs, and sipped her whiskey.

“In French, we call it éducation accélérée.”

Danielle grinned. “Translation?”

“Fast-tracked enlightenment.”

Emily laughed. “You didn’t even need to touch her.”

Claudia smirked.

“Not yet.”

The jazz never stopped, but the rhythm of the bar had changed.

Claudia sat like a queen mid-hunt, swirling her drink idly, eyes half-lidded, while Emily and Danielle laughed about something neither could remember.

Then —

Sadie returned.

Slower this time. Steadier.

But her cheeks were still pink, and her breath just a shade too shallow.

Claudia noticed immediately.

“She returns,” Claudia murmured, setting her glass down.

Sadie stepped forward — a folded napkin in her shaking hand. Her gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching too closely.

Then she placed it in front of Claudia like it was a holy relic.

Claudia arched a brow, unfolded it slowly… kıbrıs escort and smirked.

Inside were a pair of lace panties — utterly soaked.

Claudia looked up, eyes aflame.

Sadie’s voice barely made it past her lips.

“I… I imagined your mouth.”

Danielle exhaled through her teeth.

Emily whispered, “Fucking hell.”

Before either could speak, Sadie spun on her heel — and ran away.

Claudia arched her eyebrows looked at her running away..

“Wait for it …. ” Claudia murmured.

Soon enough, Saddie halted, visibly trembled turned, came back and grabbed Claudia by the wrist.

There was no hesitation now. Just need.

“Backroom. Now.”

Claudia looked at Emily who nodded and Danielle who hissed.

Then stood.

And went.

The Backroom

They disappeared through the curtain, swallowed by shadow and brick.

The door swung closed behind them with a thud that felt like punctuation.

Danielle and Emily sat frozen, eyes wide.

Emily downed the rest of her whiskey.

“That girl’s about to learn the Latin word for detonate.”

Danielle: “Claudia’s going to melt her through the floor.”

They waited.

Twenty minutes passed.

No one returned.

Twenty-five.

Emily stood. “Something’s off.”

Danielle nodded. “Let’s go.”

Behind the Curtain

The hallway was narrow, dim, filled with crates and a broken jukebox humming softly.

They turned the corner and reached the private storage door.

Emily knocked. No answer.

Then pushed it open.

And froze.

The Room

Sadie was on the floor, not unconscious — but collapsed, trembling, her entire body coated in sweat and orgasm.

Her legs were open, lips swollen, thighs slick. Her shirt was undone, bra tossed aside, her skin glowing like she’d been bathed in oil and lit from within.

She wasn’t hurt.

She wasn’t dazed.

She was simply… wrecked.

Utterly, ruinously fucked by nothing but Claudia’s mouth, fingers, and voice.

Claudia stood near the crates, adjusting her curls in a shard of a broken mirror, eyes calm. Divine.

Emily rushed to Sadie, kneeling.

“Are you okay?”

Sadie nodded, still panting.

Then whispered, barely audible:

“I don’t know … I feel………drunk”

Danielle blinked. “Holy shit.”

Claudia turned, stretched lazily.

“Six, technically. The last one was from just my breath.”

Emily stared. “You broke her.”

Sadie giggled weakly.

“I loved it.. can I eat you?”

And fainted.

Back at the Booth

An hour later, Sadie sat in the corner wrapped in someone’s jacket, sipping water, flushed but smiling like she’d touched god.

Claudia returned to the booth, hair slightly mussed, fingers stained with lipstick.

Danielle raised her glass.

Emily muttered, “I can’t even look at you.”

Claudia smirked.

“Then imagine what I did to her.”

Stop 3: Where the Dancefloor Devours You

They arrived at MOTH, a nightclub in an old cathedral, now bathed in violet strobe light and basslines that could bruise.

Emily led the way in a leather corset and heels sharp enough to end dynasties.

Danielle grind like she was born with a drumbeat in her hips. Claudia moved like smoke — twisting around both of them, her hands slipping down spines, her mouth brushing ears.

They didn’t just dance.

They performed.

At one point, the crowd parted, watching the three of them like a pagan ritual — sweat glistening, lipstick smeared, fingers tracing thighs.

Claudia kissed Emily.

Emily kissed Danielle.

Danielle grabbed Claudia’s ass and bit Emily’s shoulder.

The DJ shouted into the mic:

“Whatever that is — I want to be reincarnated as it!”

CHAPTER: The Parlor Mistress

“Not all predators are young. Some wear silk, smile slow, and sip green tea while they plan your undoing.”

They were still glowing from the chaos of The Widow’s Breath.

Sadie had whispered her thanks before disappearing into the haze of the city, underwear still forgotten in Claudia’s pocket. Emily, high on mischief, wanted one more stop.

“No more clubs,” Danielle warned. “My knees are begging.”

“Then let’s find a place where people are paid to make you scream in comfort,” Claudia purred.

That’s when Emily’s phone buzzed.

She read the text.

Smiled.

“Follow me.”

The Door You Don’t Notice Until You’re Ready

They arrived at an unmarked building in Koreatown — tucked between a nail salon and an acupuncture clinic. No signage. Just a single brass plaque:

“The Parlor”

Emily knocked three times.

The door opened soundlessly.

Inside was candlelight, silk screens, and air that smelled like sandalwood and secrets.

And standing in the center, wearing a blood-red cheongsam that hugged her curves like it had taken a vow of servitude, was her.

Madam Lin.

Tall. Impossibly beautiful. Mid-forties. Impeccable makeup. Jet-black hair twisted into a perfect knot. And eyes like ancient wine.

“Miss Morgan,” she said, voice like smoke. “You’ve brought friends.”

“They’re… complicated,” Emily replied.

Madam Lin smiled. “Aren’t all the best things?”

She walked to Danielle first, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “So strong. So wary. I could make you forget your own name.”

This series is a sequel to the earlier work “Riding With Dirty Girls.” You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author’s imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It’s a fantasy. The culture around world-class women’s cycling probably isn’t a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn’t it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Part 07: Heaven and Hell of The North

‘All women can be tempted. Well, not ALL women, but all women who like sex – all women who are INTO sex.’ So said Maisie with great conviction. ‘I mean, how can you not be tempted to try pussy? Even if only out of curiosity.

‘I’ve actually had straight women ask me what pussy tastes like, and I always say, “Well you have one of your own, so you have a pretty good idea.” What they really mean is what’s it like to eat pussy, and I sometimes open my legs and say “why not give it a try.” They don’t usually take me up on that kind offer, but I can tell they’re tempted. Some are only a little nudge away. I’ve turned a few heads in my time, I can tell you.’

I saw no reason to disbelieve her. She is that naughty and incorrigible. I wouldn’t put anything past Maisie.

On this occasion, she’d called me to congratulate me on my win at De Ronde, and to talk about the big pile-up and its aftermath. Most of the fallers escaped with a few scuffs and scrapes, but her team mate and compatriot Gracie Trent would miss a couple of races with a fractured finger, and Mia and Licia were out for weeks.

‘Did you managed to miss the crash Mais?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, I was caught behind it but didn’t go down, so not a problem for me really.’

The interesting thing, from Maisie’s point of view was that the absence of Gracie, Mia, and Licia meant that new riders would be selected from their team rosters to replace them, and that meant new opportunities. Like I said: Incorrigible.

On Maisie’s team, the new face would be the Irish rider, Sian O’Kane, who was straight, but ‘turnable’ according to Maisie’s Law, hence the conversation about that subject. ‘Have you seen her? She’s so cute, with those freckles…’

I didn’t know Sian, but I was suddenly interested to find out who was replacing Mia on our team. I called Gabi to find out, purely from a sporting perspective, you understand, and it turned out the new rider for this weekend was a Swedish girl called Trude Falskog, who I had only very vaguely heard of. I looked her up on Pro Cycling Stats…

Hm. 27 years old, 165cm and 55kg, so a little shorter and a little lighter than me. Very good-looking, with great cheekbones and a cheeky smile, and she seemed to have dark blonde hair, pulled back tight into a bun or ponytail.

Her palmares was very impressive, with a number of wins in MTB, two national championships in Time Trial, and a couple of podiums in stage races, including the Tour of Sweden, and the Giro Donne.

I decided to call the fount of all cycling knowledge, Molly, to see what she knew: ‘Yeh, she’s a pretty big name in mountainbike, but she’s only recently started concentrating on the road. She’s gay too, but last I heard she had a steady girlfriend, so don’t get your hopes up.’ I smiled to myself. Hm, interesting.

‘We are not coming to Roubaix this weekend by the way,’ she said, ‘even though it’s nearby. The weather isn’t looking good, and spectating there on a bad day is awful. We’ll be watching live on TV though.’

‘Yeh, OK.’ She couldn’t see my sad face.

‘Just stay near the front, be aware, and wary, all the time, and you’ll be fine.’

‘Thanks Mol.’

So, Trude was gay, eh? Hmm, I decided I’d have to find out her relationship status. Maybe Molly wasn’t quite up to date. Maybe she was no longer attached, in fact.. free. I was becoming as bad as Maisie. Every girl was a potential free girl.

I called Licia. ‘Hey babe, how are you?’

‘Doing OK, I guess. Still a bit sore. I’m a long way from getting back on a bike, but I’ve already been over the road in the gym, pedalling their recumbent-style exercise bike. Lisa, the manager, wasn’t keen on letting me in with the sling on, but I gave her a persuasive smile and she gave in. She had to ‘supervise’ me of course… I’m sure she was eying up my legs.’

‘Well they are well-worth eying up… I think I’m a little jealous now.’

‘Don’t be. She’s not gay… At least, I don’t think so.’

‘What’s she like?’

Oh, she’s a bit of alright, actually; small, slim, smiley. Nice tight buns in her tracksuit bottoms. Like two polecats fighting in a bag.’

I burst out laughing. ‘Oh God, you don’t half crack me up sometimes, Liss.’

‘Anyway, she was a nice distraction as I sat there pumping away for nearly an hour.’

‘Did she watch you the whole time??’

‘No, she was floating about, doing gym-manager stuff, but she kept coming back gebze escort to have another gawp.’

‘Well I can’t say I blame her. I’d probably be gawping too.’

‘Yeh, but you’re well known for lecherous behaviour.’

‘Hey! Bloody cheek… Says she of the “two polecats in a bag.”

‘Ha! Well I never said I wasn’t just as bad…’

Oh, it always does me good talking to Licia.

‘Anyway, your absence, along with Mia and Gracie, has brought three new girls to the classics peloton.’

‘Of course. I know Trixi ten Dam is replacing me…

‘Trixi ten Dam? Is she?

‘Yeh, do you know her?’

‘I remember her doing ‘cross when I was still a junior.’

‘Yeh, she did. We had some great battles.

Who are the others?’ she asked.

‘Well, Gracie’s being replaced by Sian O’Kane, and Trude Falskog is stepping in for Mia.

‘Ah, Trude’s solid. She’s a great add to your team. She’s lez too. Did you know?’

‘Yeh, Molly just told me. Attached though.’

‘Not sure about that. She was going out with that American, what’s ‘er name…? Lolly Steen, but Lolly’s not on the tour this year. Maybe they’ve split up?’

‘Wishful thinking maybe. Anyway, we’ll see. I’m not going to Molly’s this time. Getting picked up by the team bus at Brussels airport, Friday aft, then it’s straight to the team hotel.’

‘I’m staying at home – surprise surprise. I’m missing the action already, in more ways than one. Missing you too babe.’

‘Get yourself in the gym and see if you can chat Lisa up.’

‘Really?’

‘Well, you have to have something to stop you getting bored…’

We chuckled. ‘See you later, babe.’

‘Ciao.’

I felt a bit flat after the call. Somehow, everything seemed mundane and almost melancholy. Obviously, Licia’s injury cast a bit of a cloud, but it seemed more than just that. Maybe it was a touch of post-race blues. The hard come-down after the euphoria of my De Ronde triumph. I sensed it was going to be hard to get myself up for Paris-Roubaix.

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Paris-Roubaix Femmes

Roubaix is a very big name in cycling circles. The Paris-Roubaix race is one of cycling’s oldest one-day races and one of the sport’s “Monuments.” Some would say it’s the biggest of all the Monuments. It’s infamous for mud, multiple sections of very rough cobblestones, punctures, and even broken wheels, frames — and riders – hence its epithet “The Hell of The North.”

The men’s race started in the 1800s, and it has a long and chequered history, but the femmes edition has only existed for a few years. It started the year Molly retired, so she never had the chance to do it, something she still laments. I’m sure she would have won it if it had existed a few years earlier.

As always though, the women’s race is over a shorter distance. It finishes in Roubaix, in the iconic old velodrome, like the men’s, but it doesn’t actually start in Paris. Instead, we delicate little flowers start in Denain, almost 200km north of Paris, and only about 50km from Roubaix as the crow flies. It does a few contorted loops around the Denain area, then meanders its way to Roubaix, covering 150km. The men’s race is 110km longer and, in truth, the women’s edition is a pale shadow. Honestly, it’s as if they think that women couldn’t possibly cover the same distances as men, which simply isn’t true.

It does have 17 sectors of rough cobbles (“pavé”) though, and those who have done it say it’s plenty tough enough, so who am I to judge as a mere rookie?

I wasn’t sure it would suit me because, unlike De Ronde, it has no significant climbs. It’s mostly just cobbles — flat roads — cobbles — flat roads, all the way. OK, it’s not COMPLETELY flat, but the undulations are minor. This race is not decided by the climbs; it’s decided by the cobbles, the weather and, in large part, a slice of luck and, as Molly had said, the weather forecast was bad, with heavy blustery showers on the menu. Oh lovely… Are you detecting a certain lack of enthusiasm?

Anyway, I flew to Brussels on Friday, and rendezvoused with the team bus. My flight was quite early in the day, so there were a few hours of thumb-twiddling as I sat on the bus waiting for other flights to arrive. The girls arrived one by one and I got my first glimpse of Trude when she appeared in the afternoon.

She already knew some of the team; Helen, Tera and Marlen, but not me – and Selina hadn’t arrived yet. Anyway, there were the usual hugs and kisses all round, and I checked her out as best I could in her team warmwear.

She was a little shorter than me, though hardly noticeably, with green-hazel eyes, and her bronze-coloured hair in a low ponytail. She had cute dimples when she smiled, and (I noticed) dark red painted nails. She obviously wasn’t afraid to embrace her inner femme — maybe even her inner vamp. Nice.

She seemed to know Helen and Marlen quite well, and the three of them sat together around one of the small tables. They seemed to be having a nice catch-up, so I didn’t intrude.

I gümüşhane escort grabbed a seat on my own and started cleaning up some photos on my phone. I still had some very risqué images from phone sex sessions I’d had with Maisie, Licia, and even Lucy. I knew I should delete them really – if someone found my phone or something it could be embarrassing — but I liked them. They brought back happy horny memories and I couldn’t resist looking through them again as I decided which ones I could bear to delete.

God, they were hot stuff, and I vividly recalled the sessions when they were taken as I scrolled through them. I was in the middle of an erotic daydream when a voice said, ‘Chloe?’

OMG, it was Helen. Had she seen what was on my phone screen? I must have gone bright red as I put the phone face down in my lap. God, this was cringe-worthy. I was sat there, lasciviously looking through pictures of female body parts like some kind of bloody pervert. I hoped she hadn’t seen.

She didn’t show any reaction though. She just said ‘Come and join us. Trude wants to meet you properly.’

I got up and went to sit with them and we chatted about cycling, racing, and how we’d won De Ronde. Marlen and Helen were very proud of their part in it, and why not? For well over 100km we’d operated as a team, sharing the work and, even though Tera couldn’t take advantage, that early team work undoubtedly played a part in my eventual success.

We talked about how to win Paris-Roubaix, but nobody really had a formula. The previous two editions had been won with long-range solo attacks, both by riders who are time-trial specialists, but the only thing we agreed on was the fact that a slice of luck was needed to win. All teams make plans, but the race almost never goes to plan.

You could say it’s a bit of a lottery, but it’s that unpredictability that makes the race so fascinating, and has built up its mystique. There’s definitely a lot of kudos in winning it.

Marlen made the startling observation that we would be the most lesbian team out there, with 4 gay members out of 6. Wow, she was right. No other team had more than 2. ‘What I’d love to see,’ she said, ‘is an all-lesban podium. It would be interesting to see if the news channels would be brave enough to point it out if it happened. I bet they wouldn’t.’

It was an intriguing point, and I thought she was probably right. It would be way too controversial to bring up sexual orientation, even if there were three lesbians on the podium.

Selina arrived, and the bus rumbled into life. We were off to Roubaix.

I sat gazing wistfully out of the window as we passed by Waregem. I was missing going to Molly’s; missing the comfortable conviviality of her house, missing the stoofpot, and missing the sex. Oh, what wouldn’t I have given to have been in bed with Molly at that moment? I closed my eyes and thought about her and her wonderful body. Mmm, there was no getting away from it: I was fucking horny.

I prayed that the room roster would have me with Helen again. Helen would always be up for a little girly gratification, but for all I knew, she may have had other plans, maybe with Marlen again. And then there was the tantalising question of Trude. There was a lot to ponder on, but it wasn’t unpleasant pondering.

We arrived at the hotel and I checked the roster. Hmph. I was with Selina, Trude was with Tera, and Helen and Marlen were together. I suspected Helen would be quite happy with that arrangement, if the previous weekend was any guide. In fact, I suspected that she may have had something to do with it.

I had nothing against Selina — in fact she’s lovely – but I was really hoping for some sweet stuff, and I didn’t think she would be likely to turn just because I was horny. I needed to “take some soundings” on Trude.

We had a few minutes before dinner, so I turned predator and went in search of her. She wasn’t in her room, and Tera said she was downstairs in the lounge/bar, so I went down there and found her sitting on her own, looking at her phone. Texting with Lolly, perhaps?

‘Hey Trude, can I join you?’

‘Yeah, sure,’ she smiled.

It’s hard to vamp it up in sports gear; trackies, trainers etc. are not the sexiest things, but I was wearing a yellow team polo shirt, which fit me very well, with no bra. I was hoping my nipples would misbehave and that she would notice.

‘How’s it going?’ I asked, as a bland general question as I sat down next to her.

‘Oh, not bad. I was just catching up with Lolly.’

Dammit. So they were still together. I nodded. ‘How come she’s not on the tour this year?

‘Oh, she went back to the ‘States to concentrate on MTB and gravel. She never really liked being in Europe.’ She pulled a face that said “what the hell is up with her?”

‘That must make it hard for you to be together.’

‘Yeh, too hard. We both know it. We’re over as a couple, we just haven’t pulled the plug yet. I think we’ll stay friends, because izmir escort I really like her, but the long-distance relationship thing doesn’t work for me. She’s not going to move to Europe, and I’m not going to move to the ‘States, so… ‘ She trailed off and looked pensive. ‘I need intimacy in a relationship. I’m really missing that.’

‘When you say intimacy, do you mean sex?’

‘Not just that, but it’s a big part of it, yes.’ She gave me a slightly coy look.

This was good. I hadn’t expected her to be so open so quickly. ‘Well, there are ways to have intimacy without necessarily being in a committed relationship,’ I ventured.

‘Yeh, I know, your little sex club…’

‘Oh my, has our fame preceded us?’ I said with mock shock and horror.

‘Well it’s quite well-known, and I am friends with Helen and Marlen, after all. They are having a bit of a fling at the moment, rekindling an old flame, I think. They even suggested I could join them!…I wish I were that liberated.’

‘What’s stopping you? Only yourself.’

‘Maybe. I’m not sure I want a reputation like yours, Chloe.’ She looked at me devilishly.

‘Like mine?’

‘Yeh. It’s quite well-known that you are… loose, when it comes to sex.’

‘Loose??’ I exclaimed, huffily. I prefer the term “free” but I’d also accept “libertine,” or “unbridled.”

She grinned. ‘Must be quite nice, to be so uninhibited.’

‘It is. I’m getting the maximum pleasure out of life. Literally enjoying the fuck out of it. To be honest, I don’t give a toss what people say about it. It’s my life.’

‘And is your girlfriend happy with it?

‘Licia? Oh God yes. She’s as bad as me… At least.’

She looked reflective. I could tell there was a thought process going on, but we had to break off as people started heading to the dinner table.

I sat next to her, something I’m sure Helen and Marlen noticed, as they sat down together, and Helen’s eyes had that familiar twinkle.

It was all the 4Ts (Tedious Team Tactics Talk) over dinner, but I thought, more than at any other race, tactics were largely futile here. The brutality of the Roubaix cobbles (far rougher than any I’ve encountered in Belgium) mud that would do credit to a cyclocross race, winds blowing across open terrain etc., add up to a true battle of attrition.

Every year a huge proportion of the field fail to finish within the time limit. The previous year, out of 144 starters, only 61 were listed as finishers. 36 were DNFs, while another 47 were over the time limit. It’s definitely a brute. The fact that it’s this attritional with almost no climbing tells you all you need to know about what a bastard those cobbles are.

After dinner, I went to talk to Tera. I wanted to know if she’d be amenable to Trude swapping with Selina — ‘It’s just a possibility. Nothing’s settled yet.’

She looked at me with one raised eyebrow. ‘On the prowl, are we Chloe?’

‘You could say that. Nothing’s certain yet.’

‘Well don’t exhaust yourself. I need you good and fresh tomorrow.’

‘Aye aye capt’n.’ I saluted her.

I found Selina and had a similar conversation with her, except for the capt’n part, and the fact that she said ‘ugh’ when the possibility of lesbian sex was mooted.

In an impressive bit of Chloe scheming, I’d prepared the ground. Now I just needed to complete my seduction of Trude.

I noticed she’d gone to sit with Helen and Marlen in the lounge, so I went to join them. ‘Ahh, here she is, that loose British woman…’ said Helen, smirking. Trude blushed. ‘…we were just talking about you.’

‘I bet you were. Helen, you’re terrible.’

‘Trude says you’ve been trying to seduce her, and Marlen and I said “oo, lucky you…” Trude was squirming with embarrassment, but she was wearing an adorably coquettish smile. She really is quite lovable.

‘Well what if I was? You can’t blame me, can you? I mean, look at her.’

‘Chloe stop,’ said Trude. ‘You’re going to make me blush…’ She pointed to her face with both hands and shook her head, knowing full-well she was already bright red, and we all laughed.

I went in for the kill. ‘So, what about it then? Do you fancy a bit of sweet stuff tonight, Trude?’

Helen and Marlen looked at Trude for her reaction and she looked at the floor for a few seconds, then those greenish hazel eyes came up to meet mine and she said, ‘You are very hard to resist, Chloe. I’m sure you know that. There’s something about you, and it’s not just those nipples…’

So, she had noticed.

‘I am going to give in to temptation. I need this. I’ve felt so deprived recently. I’m going to allow myself… This doesn’t mean I’m part of your klatsch though.

‘No, no, of course not,’ we murmured, knowing full well how easy it is to become hooked once you have “allowed yourself” just once.

I grinned, and leant over for a kiss. It was just a quick peck really, but I tried to put some sauce into it, letting my lips linger just a fraction longer than expected. ‘Excuse me, I need to talk to Selina.’

The room swap was arranged, and a simmering sexual anticipation took over. We didn’t dash straight upstairs. We stayed in the bar for a while with Helen and Marlen, just chatting and letting the thrum of excitement permeate our bones. Or is it just me that feels like that?

Sara was worried. Angie was being cranky. Sara knew the signs. Yes Angie had always said that on very rare occasions she just had to do it. If Sara could not live with that then they could not be together. Angie said she would never go behind Sara’s back because she didn’t want to cheat on her. In fact she insisted that Sara not only met her occasional acquaintances but also watched as she had sex with them. Sara had argued against the need for her to be there but Angie insisted.

The first time there had only been one man. Angie had enjoyed the sex and the orgasm she had while being penetrated. At the end of the evening Angie announced that next time she wanted two men. She felt it was too personal with the one to one and if she had two men she would not be left frustrated. Sara had hated watching. She found men a real turn off and seeing her partner having an orgasm on a strangers prick was very upsetting. Sara swore that if Angie was ever tempted again it would be the end of their relationship. Angie didn’t push the subject for many months. They had a huge argument when eventually Angie said that she just had to have a prick or in fact she needed two. Sara walked out for a few days returning to her Mum’s house, something that could never last for long.

Angie was insistent that if Sara came back then she would have to accept Angie’s need. Sara reluctantly backed down still hoping that Angie would never actually go through with it. Nothing was said the evening that they went out to their favorite club. Angie always dressed provocatively on these evenings but her heavier than usual makeup and very short dress worried Sara. Two men very quickly started showing interest in the two women. Sara tried hard, without being rude; to make it clear she was not interested. They seemed persistent until with a big grin Angie suggested she had plenty to keep them both happy and disappearing onto the dance floor dragging them both with her.

Sara ordered another drink and watched, as the two men seemed to get more and more familiar with Angie. There seemed to be no protest coming from her partner in fact she seemed to be encouraging lots of contact. By the time the three returned to the bar area Angie seemed to be draped across one or other of the men. The men seemed as uncomfortable with Sara as she was with them. As early as it was in the evening there seemed to be an understanding that the men would be leaving the club with Angie. After a few minutes of stunted conversation Angie kissed Sara on the cheek and returned with the men to the dance floor. No sooner had the three left the bar than Sara was joined by a very attractive, slightly older, woman.

“My goodness I am pleased that looks cannot kill. Your girlfriend and probably both of the men would be dead if they could. I am Debs and I have noticed the two of you in here before. I had not noticed your girlfriend showing interest in the men, but she does seem to be tonight. I was going to ask you if everything was all right between you but it is none of my business. Let me ask you in a slightly different way.”

With this she closed the short gap between them, lent forward and planted the gentlest of kisses on the stunned Sara’s lips.

“If that was you asking a question please talk up I didn’t hear the whisper.”

This time the kiss was firmer and Sara was now returning the kiss. Her blood had been boiling with annoyance with Angie but this seemed the perfect response. Now the blood was pumping but with excitement. This was the first kiss with anyone other than Angie since they had got together. It felt wonderful.

When the three returned from the dance floor the second time the men acted far more confidently. They were making plans with Angie about how they got to her place. Sara pointed out that it was actually their place. The men said that they were hoping that Sara would be joining them. At this Sara shot Angie the filthiest look she could before saying.

“If urfa escort I come back with you then I will invite Debs back with me. Is that okay with you?”

Angie’s look suggested that she was far from happy but her reply was

“Oh I do enjoy an audience as you know Sara. If your new friend wants to join us she will be very welcome. I did have a slight concern whether I could meet all the boys’ requirements.”

“I am sure that Debs is no more interested in the boys requirements than I am. I am however interested in Debs and look forward to finding out more if you decide to bring your friends home.”

With this Sara turned to Debs and gave her a kiss while holding her head in her hands.

“Are you interest in finding out more about me Debs?”

“Are you asking me to come home with you and have sex with you out of revenge? If so it sounds wonderful. I will however insist on one condition, you need to promise me that you will be totally submissive.”

“That is a huge condition. I cannot agree to that if it in any way involves the men. I just don’t do men in any way at all.”

“Don’t worry that makes two of us. We can leave the men to Angie she seems to be determined to have her fill of both of them.”

Angie had not seen this as part of her plan. She was far from happy with developments but felt she could hardly challenge Sara or Debs. It was not late and usually they would have stayed at the club much longer but everyone seemed keen to move the group to a more intimate setting. When they arrived at Angie and Sara’s flat Angie poured drinks and they all settled back in the living room. Angie was in the middle of the two men on one sofa while Sara and Debs faced them on the other. Very quickly Angie set the tone by putting a hand into each of the men’s’ laps and finding it easy to locate their growing cocks. Not to be outdone Sara pushed her hand down under Debs’s skirt waistband and tried to find her clit through her knickers. Deb’s response was to reach under Sara’s short skirt. Sara protested about this, as she was not wearing anything under it.

“Sit back and open your legs. I am sure the boys need little help but you are going to give them a view of your pussy while I play with it. Don’t forget you promised to do everything I told you to.”

Sara fought an internal battle, not wanting to have anything to do with the men, but after shooting Debs one of her trademark looks did as she was told. Very quickly both men had released or had had their cocks released. Angie stood up and stripped out of the few clothes she had, then knelt taking each cock into her mouth in turn. This offered the two other women a view of her from behind. Her legs were spread as wide as Sara’s and she was playing with her own clit. Despite her repulsion of the male member Sara did find the scene in front of her highly erotic. This was greatly heightened by the skillful manipulation of her pussy and clit by Debs.

Both of the men loved watching Sara who was obviously becoming extremely aroused despite trying her hardest to appear not to be. Angie was just as keen to show the men how aroused she was. Her masturbation very quickly had her more than ready to receive one of the substantial erections. Although she was ready to be penetrated she did not wish to engage much with the men attached to the cocks. She simply mounted one of the men facing him as he sat on the sofa. She did glance over her shoulder at Sara as the prick sunk deep inside her.

Angie’s fucking of the man was functional with no passion. She rode him as you might a horse during a three-mile steeplechase with controlled firmness. Her mount seemed very happy with this as it was soon accelerating him towards the finishing line, well his finishing line anyway. Sara was at least as aware that he was losing control as Angie was. Despite herself Sara was surprised that watching Angie humping this man soon began to excite her sivas escort as Angie’s arousal grew. It did not however excite Angie enough for her to join him and enjoy an orgasm. Angie reflected that there being two men not only reduced how personal it was but also increased her chance of being sexually satisfied by the session.

Angie made no ceremony of dismounting one cock only to replace it by the other. She actually turned round to face Sara and Debs with her back to her new mount. This view was much more arousing and did allow his fingers to search out and eventually find her clit. All in all Angie was far more pleased with this. Sara was being totally controlled by Debs who had stripped her young charge before playing with her nipples and her clit until Sara was nearly in tears with frustrated arousal. In addition to the physical stimulation Debs was tormenting Sara by what she was whispering in her ear. She was detailing how naughty Angie was being and how if Sara was not going to punish her for her slutiness she Debs certainly would.

Angie was clearly much more aroused as she fucked her second mount. It was not long until Sara recognized the obvious signs of Angie racing towards climax. It was these moments that Sara loved as much as experiencing Angie’s orgasm. Some of the signs were subtle but most announced her orgasm to the world with great certainty. Her second mount was just able to control himself long enough to guarantee that Angie screamed her way through a long violent orgasm before he emptied himself deep inside her.

Sara watched this with a mixture of almost disgust and reluctant arousal. Angie’s recovery saw a complete change in her. Her interest in the two men evaporated as quickly as the punter whose horse had fallen at the final fence, while leading, losses interest in his betting slip. She was barely civil to them as she ushered them out of the front door before they could convince her that they were happy to go another circuit of the racetrack. As she returned to Sara and Debs the atmosphere was understandably tense. Debs broke the silence by saying to Sara,

“If you want me to leave now I understand but would ask for one last kiss before I depart. However if I stay I will punish Angie before I take you to bed and keep you awake all night.”

Angie immediately reacted to this but to Sara’s amazement one look from the older woman froze the protest instantly. Sara’s response was a quietly spoken,

“Please stay.”

Debs demanded the still naked Angie to approach her without saying a word. Angie did hesitate for a split second before she felt compelled to comply. She had always thought that she was strong willed but she felt defenseless against Debs. In the seconds that it took her to cross the room Angie excused herself her complete submission. She convincing herself that if she took whatever punishment Debs handed out Sara would have to forgive her. Still no words were needed as she was guided across the still clothed lap of the excited older woman.

“My god I have never seen a pussy look quite so disgusting.”

Sara had not seen how the cum from the two men’s was pouring out of Angie’s well worked pussy and from the comment from Debs she didn’t want to. Debs invited Sara to go and sit where the men had sat earlier so that she had a good view of the spanking. Debs announced that she loved giving erotic spankings that usually finished when the recipient orgasmed. This spanking was not an erotic spanking but a punishment spanking and it would not finish until a correct apology was made and that she was happy that the punishment was adequate.

With this she delivered more than a dozen hard explosions to the naked checks of Angie. She paused after these and although very tempted to caress the reddening area controlled herself until she heard the single word “sorry”. If Angie thought this would have the effect of stopping the spanking she was very tekirdağ escort wrong. The next similar length series were delivered with even greater force. This time the apology was more sincere sounding and was delivered in a more submissive voice. This only triggered round three. This was delivered to a bottom that was now very red. Sara had never seen Angie really cry but after the third series of spanks she was sobbing loudly. The apology was now delivered between these sobs.

“I am really …. I am really sorry … I won’t ever do that again. Please forgive … me I will never let any man …… fuck me again. I am sorry please forgive me. … please.”

“That sounded more like a real apology. Your punishment is not however over, I will deliver another dozen to your hot bottom and then you will thank me before standing in the corner with your hands on your head. Do you understand? I didn’t hear do you understand?”

The quite agreement was barely heard by Sara but the spanking started again. The sobbing got louder and the pleading more urgent. Debs was relieved to be able to stop the spanking as her hand was stinging badly. It was a defeated Angie who was very quickly in the corner as instructed.

It might have been a punishment spanking for Angie but Debs loved delivering almost as much as she always did when they were designed to arouse. She suspected that Angie was not aroused by the spanking but hoped that Sara was. The spanking was over but Debs knew that the final part of the punishment would hurt more and be remembered longest.

“While I get out of these clothes please make yourself comfortable so that we can enjoy each other to the fullest. I have wanted to taste you since that first gentle kiss. I want to give you the best sex and the best orgasm you have ever experienced and I am sure that mine will be even better. Oh I am so pleased that you enjoyed Angie’s spanking your pussy looks good enough to eat and I am starving.”

Both Sara and Debs were extremely aroused before they found each other’s pussies with their mouths. Sara was on her back as Debs lowered her surprisingly hairy, but trimmed pussy, onto her expectant mouth. The odor that filled Sara’s nostrils was powerful and instantly added to her excited state. Debs set the pace and energy level and Sara was happy to match it. This was no race to the finish, it was considered even loving. Sara was being dominated but not in a demanding way and this allowed her to relax and fully enjoy it. The first time that Sara was certain that she would cum Debs backed off slightly commenting that she Debs was close but not quite there. There was no such backing off two minutes later when they both exploded in mutually triggered climaxes.

Angie had hated hearing the unmistakable sounds of the orgasms but could do nothing to block them out. Debs was in full dominant form when she told Angie to go upstairs and take a shower and wash the men completely off and out of her body. When Angie had left the room Debs asked whether Sara owned a strapon. Sara replied that she hated them and had never owned or used one as they reminded her of a cock. Debs and Sara were both still naked sitting next to each other when Angie came back into the room. She had a towel wrapped round her covering from her boobs to just below her bottom. Sara couldn’t understand how Debs communicated her wish but without a challenge the towel hit the floor.

“I have an idea about your need for cock Angie. Seeing you with the men earlier it seemed obvious to me that it was their cocks that interested you the most. My suggestion is that if you need a cock in future Sara asks me to visit the two of you. I would volunteer to use my strapon to deliver the fucking you require if you give Sara and me permission to enjoy fucking each other. If you agree you have only to ring me and I would be delighted. Now I am going to leave. Go to bed cuddle each other but wait until the morning before you do anything more.”

It was good advice as their lovemaking in the morning was the best make-up sex they had ever enjoyed.

It was nearly six months later when Sara tried to pretend that she was reluctant to ring Debs and ask her to bring her strapon and come to visit them.