Fred stood outside the window of the clubhouse watching the show inside through the bent slat in the upper part of the blind. What he was watching was Francy kissing and licking Hector’s huge cock and trying to get her lips around its enormous head. His dick was glistening with her saliva as she worked on it. Hector was enjoying her ministrations. He probably ran into this situation often. There were probably a lot of women who could not get his cock into their mouths. Fred had to admit that he was enjoying watching her work on Hector’s cock so fervently.

When Fred had seen Francy come through the door into the room where Hector was waiting while stroking his cock, he was hurt that she had lied to him again. He turned to leave his watching place to return home to sulk but he could not go. There was some force that kept him there He would take a step or two away from the window and then return as if drawn by some type of magnet. Now he was standing there in rapt attention with his stiff cock in his hand. He did not understand what was going on. Even though he hated seeing Francy with another man, he was incredibly turned on.

In his peripheral vision, Fred saw the door to the room open and a waitress Fred knew to be Nancy walked in. She stood there watching Francy try to suck Hector’s cock for about a minute before she began to remove her uniform. Nancy was about five feet seven and had a bushel of red hair. Her breasts were full bodied with large nipples, matching the rest of her body. While not heavy, she would never have been accused of anorexia. The line of her stomach was slightly convex and she had a nice rounded ass. Fred would have guessed her to be about 36-28-37 had he not been so busy watching Francy. There was not an inch of Nancy’s body that was not covered with freckles.

Nancy knelt beside Francy and took Hector’s cock from her. The head and a couple of inched behind it disappeared into Nancy’s mouth. The look on Hector’s face was one of pure bliss as Nancy moved her head back and forth on his giant penis. Francy had kissed her way up his body and after kissing his acne covered face was kissing his mouth passionately, their tongues dueling. For a reason only Hector knew, he gently pushed Francy aside and reached down and placed his hands on both sides of Nancy’s head. After four or five strokes, he eased her mouth off his cock. He was talking to her but Fred could not hear what he was saying. He offered her his hands and pulled her to her feet and embraced her pulling her ripe body to press against his. After kissing him deeply, she stood to the side while Francy climbed up to sit on the edge of the table.

Hector stood between Francy’s knees and rubbed the head of his cock through her pussy lips before gently pushing into her love canal. He did not get very far. There was more of his cock outside her pussy than was in it. He was slowly fucking Francy. Nancy noticed that Francy’s clit was not getting any action and started to massage it with her finger. Francy was moaning and thrashing her head form side to side. Hector sped up and was bottoming out on every stroke. Nancy leaned forward and used her tongue to attack Francy’s clit. As soon as tongue met clit, Francy began trembling as her orgasm wracked her body. She was cuming hard and Fred joined her pumping his cum on the lower pane of the window.

As Francy came down, Hector withdrew and Nancy took her place. Hector buried his huge cock in Nancy’s red pussy. His cock almost disappeared into her hole as he started pumping. Francy tried to return the favor but there was not enough room between Nancy and Hector’s bodies for her head to fit. Besides, he was going in far enough for the top of his dick and his pubis to fully massage her clit. Francy looked for other ways to assist. She mouthed and licked Nancy’s nipples and grazed them with her teeth. Nancy pushed her away. Maybe it was because her nipples were so sensitive.

Not giving up, Francy moved around behind Hector and on her knees and started licking his balls. She moved lower and licked their union. Her tongue licked the lower part of Hector’s cock and that tender area between Nancy’s cunt and asshole. She used the copious juices flowing from Nancy to slick her index fingers. One she inserted into Nancy’s rosebud and the other, she slid into Hector’s ass. As their orgasms hit, their sphincters gripped Francy’s fingers so tight it was almost painful but she kept them inserted and pushed them in as far as they would go.

As Hector’s climax subsided, he withdrew his cock. Francy saw that Nancy was still in the throes so she moved in between her spread thighs and began licking her pussy. She licked from her pussy up to her clit. Her ministrations kept Nancy’s orgasm strong and rewarded Francy with the sweet mixture of Nancy’s juices and Hector’s cum, which Ankara travesti she happily swallowed. When Nancy quieted down, Francy left her and went into the restroom adjacent to the room they were in to wash her face and hands. As she went through the open door, she saw Hector. He had his cock in the sink and was rinsing it. Even soft it was the biggest mantool that she had ever seen.

Fred was still standing outside the window holding his hard cock in his hands. He had been so busy watching the events unfold that he forgot to jack off. He thought that the best course of action was to take his hard cock home to finish. He left his perch at the window and made his way home by the back way. He was not in a hurry so he walked along casually thinking about what he had observed.

When she finished washing up, the other two had left so she quickly dressed and prepared to leave. Being the last to leave, she armed the alarm and checked to make sure that the door locked behind her. She took out her flashlight and headed to her car when a thought struck her. She turned and went around the corner of the building and shined her light on the ground outside the window of the room where the fuck session had just taken place. She saw Fred’s foot prints and then started to smile when she saw the cum stain on the lower part of the glass. She got into her car and drove to Fred’s house.

Taking the direct path, she arrived at his house before he did and pulled her car into his open garage. He did not notice her car until he was entering the garage. As he was walking toward the driver’s door, it opened. Before he could form a sentence, she reached out, unzipped his trousers, and freed his half-erect cock. She leaned forward taking almost all of his cock into her mouth. She began sliding her head back and forth giving him great sensations. Even though the lights were off in all his neighbor’s houses and they were in the shadows of his garage, Fred found the act of getting a blowjob outdoors exciting. It could have been the present sexual excitement or residual titillation from his earlier peeping but it only took about two minutes before he was spraying whatever cum that was in his balls over the back of Francy’s throat. She cleaned his cock with her mouth and tongue and they went into his house. Without words because none were needed, they went to his bedroom, undressed, and climbed under the covers. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they fell asleep.

When he awakened, he felt the warmth of her mouth on his penis and looked down to find her diligently working on him.

“What a great way to wake up,” he said.

“Don’t talk,” she replied. “I’m on a mission here.”

With that, she swung her right leg over him and aligned the tip of his cock with her pussy and eased herself down onto him, enveloping his manhood completely. He was surprised that she was as tight as she was after having been fucked by Hector’s huge cock just hours ago. She started off rocking back and forth on him but as she got into it, she was thrusting her hips forward slamming into his body. She was grunting at the end of each forward thrust and making a guttural moan on her return stroke. He tried to match her strokes but found that it was best just to push his hips upward and meet her. Her breasts were flying up and down with her body movements. He tried to hold them but her movements prevented that from happening.

Suddenly she stopped thrusting and was making only small back and forth movements on his cock. Mostly she was shaking from head to toe and making low guttural uh-uh-uh sounds in her throat. She was in obvious orgasm. Fred was so happy that she could be getting so much pleasure from him that it pushed him over the edge. He pumped his hot cum into her and it seemed to spawn another wave of pleasure in Francy. When she settled down, she leaned forward and lay her body on his chest.

The next sound heard was an, “Aww” from her when his deflating cock slipped out of her pussy. “It felt so good in there,” she said.

“After seeing you with Hector last night, I didn’t think that I’d ever be in there again,” he said. “And if, by some chance I ever was, I didn’t think that I could ever do you any good.”

“That’s a little hard to explain,” she said. “I think that just like it’s a man thing to dream about fucking a virgin, women dream about being with a guy that is really hung.”

“You seemed to really enjoy it,” he said.

“I did and from the cum stain you left on the window, you did too,” she replied. “He’s too big for me and although I came, I don’t want to do it again. I kind of like your cock. It’s a good fit for me.”

“Yeah, I like us together,” he said. “I think that I could get used to you sharing my bed.”

“Now don’t go getting mushy and falling in love,” she warned. Konya travesti “Are you about ready for some breakfast?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied.

One afternoon on Francy’s day off, Fred and Francy were hanging out at his house and the following exchange took place:

“What are you doing holed up in the den at the computer on such a beautiful day?” Fred asked as he came into the den and discovered Francy.

“Do you remember that story we read in Literotica that used our names?” she asked. “Well, I thought that I would take a crack at writing and decided to add to the story. Mine will never be published but I thought it would be fun. I’ve been writing about us and it’s harder than I thought especially writing in the third person when every thing happens to you in the first person. I’ve written a few pages but now but I’ve run into a wall. I can’t think of anything to write about.”

“Why don’t you write about my birthday,” he said. “That was a fun time.

“That was fun,” she said. “Well, here goes.”

Fred and Francy had been together several months and after a rocky start, their relationship had smoothed out. Even though they had agreed to keep their relationship open and have the option to see others, neither did. Of course, there had been little opportunity to do so if you don’t count the drunken Lotharios at the bar and the Hector’s fuck gang in the back room. The drunken invitations were only attractive to those giving them and she had lost interest in the back room. Fred was ambivalent concerning what her answer but asked her if she wanted to visit the back room again. He seemed pleased with her negative answer.

Fred’s birthday was coming up and Francy was at a loss as what to give him. Of course, there would be a little party at his house, which he would pay for but her gift had to come from her. This would be his sixty-fourth and she wanted it to be special but she did have one big constraint – money. She did have more money now that she spent so much time at Fred’s house but rent, lights, and water bills still continued. Her quandary continued to bug her until, all of a sudden, she had the answer. She was excited about her idea but she would have to have some help to pull it off.

The day of the party finally came and the guests were beginning to arrive. Francy had invited Fred’s neighbors, Carmen and Nancy from the club, and Sam and Hilda, a couple of friends they had met together. It was an eclectic group but they seemed to get along well. Carmen, ever the huntress, set about charming first one man and then another. She soon found out that every man at the party was either married or permanently attached. Armed with this information, she relaxed and enjoyed the party.

Francy noticed that Fred had noticed Nancy. Nancy was wearing a simple black dress that draped over her form. Francy was thinking that while a form-fitting black dress would have been sexy, this looser design that seemed to hang on her frame seemed to caress and accentuate every peak and valley. The dress moved with her and was very seductive. During the course of the evening, it seemed that Nancy was visible just enough to pique his interest. She brought him a diet soda. When he was opening his gifts, she handed him a couple of them, leaning forward just enough to give him an adequate view of her cleavage. She was unaware that he had seen much more than her cleavage through the window at the club while she was engaged in sucking and fucking Hector.

She managed two slow dances with him. Once during the course of the evening when he was dancing with every woman there who danced and again after all the guest had left except she and Carmen. They were on the pool deck dancing to “When a Man Loves a Woman” by Percy Sledge. The song was enveloping them in the way that only Percy could with his wrenching, convincing anguish and passion. Their bodies rubbed together sensually. She pushed her hips forward when she felt his engorged cock straining against his pants.

Francy came out of the house and was pleased that Fred was enjoying his dance with Nancy. She went over to Carmen who was sitting in a deck chair dreamily watching the dancing couple and whispered something. Carmen nodded her head and stood up and left. Francy went over and joined the dancers. She walked up behind Fred and pressed her body against his back, sandwiching him between herself and Nancy.

“Having a good birthday?” she asked him.

“I have so far,” he said.

“Well, my sweet man, it’s about to get better,” she said. “I tried and tried to think of an absolutely terrific gift for you and I think I did.”

“You’ve got my interest,” he said as he pulled her around him so that he was holding Nancy with his left arm and Francy with his right arm. “What did you get me?”

“You İzmir travesti are holding your present in your arms,” she said lovingly. “What do you think? Think that you can handle it?”

“Francy,” he said looking her directly in the eyes. “You’re all the woman I’ll ever need but tonight you did a great job seducing me with Nancy so if you’re serious and Nancy is willing, I’ll accept your gracious gift.”

Francy kissed him and Nancy massaged his hard cock through his pants.

“We had better get into the bedroom or I’m going to lose it right here,” he said excitedly.

They made their way into the bedroom and soon were nude. The women were trying to make his birthday memorable by doing to him anything they thought he might like. Nancy knelt in front of him and engulfed his cock with her hungry mouth. Francy knelt behind him and took first one of his balls and then the other into her mouth. She sucked on them, then when she felt him tense, she licked behind his balls right up to his asshole. Her tongue touched his sphincter just as Nancy swallowed his cock into her throat. He could hold back no longer and shot several ropes of pearly white cum deep into her willing throat.

Fred staggered backward and fell onto the bed. Francy scurried out from under his feet but joined him on the bed. Nancy went with him to the bed. Fred was spent but as he came back to reality, he thought about the fact that he had just had a fantastic climax and he had done nothing for either of the women.

“Let me return the favor,” he said enthusiastically. “Who wants to be first?”

“The way I understand this arrangement tonight,” Nancy said as she tried to stroke his mostly flaccid cock. “We’ve got to get this thing hard enough to fuck me.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said. “You two zapped me pretty good.”

“You mentioned awhile back that you would like to try anal sex and I told you that I was too small for it with you,” Francy said. “Well, I mentioned it to Nancy and she told me that she loves it. So if you would like to try it, she would like for you to do so.”

Nancy felt an immediate increase in the size of his cock in her hand. “Francy, I think that I’m going to get this nice cock up my ass after all,” she said as she continued to slide her hand up and down the length of his stick. “This is going to feel soo goood sliding in and out of my butt.”

Francy placed her hand on his dick and feeling that it was back to life, she reached for a tube of K-Y jelly and rubbed a generous amount onto it. She stroked it back and forth making sure that it was well coated. She took another dab and placed it on Nancy’s asshole. She rubbed some of it inside pushing it in with her forefinger.

“God, that feels good,” Nancy said as Francy added her index finger into her butt. “Fred, please fuck me in the ass now.”

Nancy lay on her back and raised her legs so that her asshole was presented to Fred. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her butt and pushed gently. He was surprised at how easily the helmet of his cock popped through her sphincter. He was inside and he was on a mission. He sunk his cock in to the hilt and start moving in and out. He was fucking his first ass and it was fantastic. Her anal canal was hot, tight, and slick.

“Oh God Fred, you feel so good in my ass,” Nancy almost screamed. “Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

Encouraged by her plea, he was slamming into her body. He looked at this freckled woman who lay under him and was in awe of her beauty. Her breasts would fly up toward her chin with each of his thrusts and then bounce back in place just as another thrust landed. Francy was on his left and had slid her left hand between their bodies. She sank two fingers into Nancy’s pussy as the heel of her hand just above her thumb was rubbing on Nancy’s clit. Nancy was moaning as a climax was building in her groin, sending sensations of pleasure through her body. Francy had dipped the forefinger of her right hand into the K-Y and slipped it into Fred’s ass. About the time that her finger found its mark. Fred felt Nancy’s orgasmic spasms in the walls of her colon and it was all that he could take. He shot whatever cum that was left in his balls deep into her asshole as he experienced one of the best orgasms he had ever had..

He collapsed and rolled over to his right landing with his back on the bed. He was going in and out of consciousness. He felt alone at one moment of reason and on another he felt his cock and balls being cleaned with a warm washcloth. Later, he was not sure if it was a dream or reality but he thought he saw Nancy eating Francy’s pussy. Another time they were in the sixty-nine position, eating one another. Francy was on to and was holding on to his mostly soft cock. When he awakened to the morning light, Francy was sleeping on his right shoulder where she normally slept when she was staying over. Nancy was sleeping on his other shoulder. He thought back over the events of the night as he remembered them and hoped that they were all real and that no part of it was a dream.

Martin heard the news on the tv. A wealthy businessman had been shot and had been rushed to hospital. A picture of his father appeared on the screen. He heard nothing else, his mind went into a spin. Who could have shot his father, enough people hated him. He felt no panic or fear, he realised his main aim was to escape this life and never look back. He had tried before but his father had always managed to re-enter his life and used his huge cock to take away any woman he had ever cared for.

He packed his passport and some essentials and set off for the airport and a new life in New Zealand. By the time the police were looking for suspects he was gone.

The bullet had caught Richard only a glancing blow on the shoulder. Whilst it had knocked him forward and caused a worrying few hours he was not seriously hurt. Ironically he had not been the intended victim. Vicky had watched from the door as her mother, and in particular her huge tits, stole Richard from her. She remembered the day when she walked into the barn as an 18 year old to see her first boyfriend groping at her mother’s huge melons as they strained to burst free of her tight low cut white t shirt. She remembered her mother’s words to her 18 year old boyfriend as he mauled her and Polly stared into her daughter’s eyes:

“They are double F in case you were wondering Charlie. Vicky is a b cup. Which do you prefer?” She smiled innocently at her daughter and then peeled the t-shirt over her head. Her tits stood firm and huge and she pushed Charlie’s drooling face deep into them. He managed to muffle his praise of her fantastic body before groaning as Polly reached into his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock.

“I am going to cum, oh God” he groaned pulling his face free from her tits for a second.

“Of course you are, I am hotter than Vicky, bustier than her. Your young cock belongs to me, now cum.”

He emptied himself onto the barn floor. Vicky was shocked but then realised this was just the start when her mother spoke to her across the barn:

“Go and make dinner for your father whilst your boyfriend fucks me.” She lowered her lips around his cock and quickly sucked him back to life whilst Vicky turned and left her mother to finish claiming the first of her boyfriends (there will be more of Polly’s exploits later).

Life had finally worked out for Vicky. She had been the dominant person in her relationship with Martin, Ankara travesti she was the one cheating – and with his father. She was getting fucked by an amazing 15 inch cock. She was humiliating her husband behind his back rather than being the one humiliated. Life had been perfect for her but as she watched her mother and another busty older woman (Sue) compete for his huge cock and saw the effect Polly was having on her dream man, she felt despair. Vicky’s father knew nothing of his wife’s exploits with other men. As Richard pounded his dick into her mother and groped her huge firm melons Polly noticed her daughter at the door. She smiled the same evil, confident grin she had used in the barn all those years ago and pressed her tits together to give Richard an awesome sight.

“Tell me Richard” Polly said, “Will you fuck Vicky again or are these your preference now” she laughed and jiggled her tits. “This is the biggest, the best cock I have ever had. Far too good for Vicky.”

Richard’s reply was to grab her tits and squeeze them and drive his cock hard up inside her. He grunted: “I don’t need her any more but I do need these fantastic boobs.”

Polly smiled at her daughter in satisfaction and victory. Vicky had snapped and aimed the gun she only carried for protection at the writhing bodies in the middle of the room. Through her tears she pulled the trigger, she couldn’t endure the thought of her mother claiming Richard and enjoying sex with his oversized cock instead of her. It didn’t work. She was arrested and her parents came to the hospital to apologise to Richard. Vicky had become delirious and was making no sense to the police.

Richard was recuperating in hospital when Polly and her husband went to see him. Marjorie was thin and pale but sat by the bed and Polly’s husband sat next to her. Polly had a conservative jacket on but Richard could see the huge assets straining to be released from its confines. Richard was throbbing, the cum which had been filling his huge balls when he was shot had never been released. Richard was not used to going more than a couple of hours between explosive releases of huge jets of cum. Two days had passed and his balls felt like they were going to explode, especially with Polly’s suggestive looks at him and at the twitching monster under the sheets.

Polly was used to getting exactly what she wanted. The fact that the other halves were sitting Antalya travesti 2 feet away was not going to stop her. She excused herself and left the private room. In the corridor she broke the fire alarm glass and set off the alarm. People were being rushed out of the building. She stood out of site as the nurse collected Marjorie and her husband and escorted them out of the building. The nurse reassured Richard that the patients would all be taken care of.

Polly certainly intended to take care of Richard. She stood at the door and unbuttoned her jacket.

Richard stared as she showed her huge, deep cleavage to him.

“You better leave Polly, the nurse took the others.”

“The only dangerous thing in this hospital is your cock and I am about to deal with that. I just needed to get rid of them first. See anything you like Richard” she said pressing her tits together and allowing the final button to pop open under the strain of her jugs.

“God they are massive, you are so hot Polly, my cock is ready to blow.”

“Self control Richard” she said over the buzz of the fire alarm. She pulled the sheets away, his hard cock lay pulsing, it stretched through his boxer shorts and was so thick that the material had ripped to allow the full 15 inches through the hole. It stretched down his leg obscenely but within seconds of her 2 hands on it, it jutted up and pointed at the ceiling like a piece of glistening steel. Polly marvelled at how thick and smooth it was. The cocks that had pounded her were usually big but they didn’t compare to this – Richard had 5 inches on any stud she had previously enjoyed. At 5 foot 4 she wasn’t tall and as she slid onto the bed his python easily stretched up between her huge lace bra clad tits.

Five minutes of sucking and tit wanking this cock had Richard groaning with pleasure and from the residual pain from the bullet wound. Polly marvelled at the fact that her daughter had managed to enjoy this weapon. Her daughter may have finally snapped but Polly’s respect for her increased at the thought of Vicky being fucked by this cock.

Polly had strong tanned legs and the short tight skirt did not deny access to her tight pussy for Richard’s cock. He drove himself back inside of her, back where he had been when he was shot. This load was meant for Polly he thought and what I want I get. She rode his huge cock, she pressed her huge tits into his face İstanbul travesti as she had done to so many men before but she spasmed in repeated orgasms as Richard impaled her on his rod.

“Not even a bullet can stop you from fucking me Richard. When I want something I get it. Got any cum for me big boy?”

“I can’t remember the last time I went 24 hours, let alone 48, without cumming. My balls feel full, so full they hurt. Shame your wimpy husband isn’t here to watch me fill you.”

“I have got to see this explosion. Cover me” she said lifting her hips slowly off his huge pole.

She slid it between her tits. The head bumped against her pretty lips. Polly recognised the signs of a cock ready to blow.

She cooed at him:

“Seen better tits than these?” as she wrapped her huge firm boobs around his cock. “You have met your match in me. Cum now if you want to become a slave to my hot body.” With that she pressed a finger into the base of his cock where it met his swollen balls.

The reaction was instantaneous. Richard grunted and 2 days of sexual frustration was released. The first jet lasted 20 seconds. Cum was everywhere. Polly’s face was covered, her hair was dripping, her large tits covered with a smooth layer of cum with a deep river forming in her cleavage.

The nurse arrived at the door with Polly’s husband and Marjorie just as the second volley started. They were treated to the release of a barrage of jets of thick cum from a huge cock all over Polly, all over the bed and the room. Polly looked at her husband through the cum layered on her face and asked him:

“Can you do this honey?” as she pointed Richard’s rod at her open mouth and he released an accurate jet into her mouth. He then pressed the head of his cock between her lips and fired yet more of his ejaculate down her throat.

Finally the torrent ended. Polly calmly looked at her audience and smiled:

“I found the fire hose. Mmm mmm, tasty cum Richard. Marjorie, I bet you always thought you would be kicked out by some hot young babe. Actually it is me that is kicking you out of your own home. Kim can stay as long as she realises she is your baby machine Richard. Breed her a lot Richard. Your dick, however, belongs to me. Agreed?” she asked hanging her huge solid tits over his face, arching her back and pressing her arms against the outside of her melons.

Richard felt powerless, this woman had him. He needed her body. “I am yours Polly” he said before groping at her huge breasts.

Polly’s exploits over the years made Richard look like a loyal husband in comparison. She smiled at the thought that she could truly claim any man she wanted and now she had the king of studs.

I have a pretty great life. I live in a nice little town, and I operate a nice little business, a ladies’ clothing store called K & E Gal’s. I’m the “E” – Evie. The “K” is my business partner and best friend, Karen.

We really are best friends. We met almost 20 years ago, at a business mixer. Karen was thinking about opening a shop. I was thinking about opening a shop. We were introduced, we hit it off immediately, and became business partners. Since then we’ve become fast friends, sharing all our secrets and crazy ideas. I trust Karen, and she trusts me.

I have plenty of acquaintances around town, but not friends as good as Karen. And I date a little, but not a lot. I think men like my smile and sense of humor, but I don’t think I offer a lot of “sex appeal.” I have too little on top, and too much down below, for most guys to find me pretty. I keep my salt-and-pepper hair cut quite short. I have lightly freckled skin, and light gray eyes. And I haven’t kept any relationship going for more than a year, ever. Except for me and Karen.

I turned 60 this year, and Karen turned 50. It’s only a Sunday in February, and it already seems like a watermark year of some sort. Karen has been having a kind of wild time lately. Her mother, June, sounds like she’s getting a little loopy (she’s 75, and lives here in town). And I suspect that Karen’s husband, David, has a bit of a thing for June.

We already had a couple of good customers in the shop when Karen arrived, later than usual. She cornered me in the back of the shop, and said, rather breathlessly, “I have something to talk to you about.”

“It’ll keep, Karen! We have customers,” I said.

“I really want to tell you what happened last night,” said Karen, urgently.

“Unless it’s a life-or-death thing, you’ve got to keep a lid on it for a few hours,” I said. “We have work to do!”

“Right, right. I’ll go out front and help those ladies,” said Karen, resignedly.

“Perfect! Early closing today, so what say we head over to my place later,” I suggested. “We can sip some wine and you can spill the beans.”

Karen gave me a quick hug, smiled, and hurried out to assist our customers.

Hmmm, I thought.

***

At 5:30 PM I pulled my Volvo into the driveway at my house. Karen parked her Prius on the street out front, and walked up the front path to meet me at the door.

“I called David to let him know I’d be late,” said Karen. “He was at Mum’s anyway, so she can look after him for a bit.” And Karen giggled.

“Don’t get coy with me, woman,” I said, unlocking and opening the front door. “Get in here and let’s get comfortable.”

It was a little chilly outside on this winter afternoon. I grabbed a big, ripe Zinfandel to warm us, a corkscrew, and handed Karen two acrylic wine glasses.

“Why don’t we use real glasses?” asked Karen.

“Because we’re heading outside to the spa tub!” I said.

“But I didn’t bring a suit!” Karen protested.

“We’ll skinny-dip! A couple of middle-aged ladies, in a steaming tub … nothing very interesting to look at, and you can’t see through the steam anyway!” I laughed. “There are towels by the back door. Come on!”

I had my back to Karen, opening the bottle of Zin, at the patio table. I heard her gasp as she slid into the hot water behind me. I turned to look. Karen was in the water to her neck, smiling at me. Her clothes were carefully folded on a patio chair next to the tub, along with the towels.

I poured us each a glass of wine, and set them on the table. I turned to face Karen, and undressed a little slowly. I took my top off first. I wasn’t wearing a bra … don’t really need one. Then the flouncy skirt I wore to disguise my hips, and, finally, my high-waisted “granny style” panties. I left them all folded on the patio table with the wine.

Karen watched me attentively, without saying a word. I took the glasses of wine and walked to the edge of the hot tub.

“You’re going to have to sit a little higher if you want to hold this wine glass, Karen,” I said.

She rose up a bit, and I could see the tops of her large-looking breasts breaking the surface of the water. She took both glasses Ankara travesti from me. I stepped up, and into the tub, gasping myself at the warm temperature, and settled in opposite Karen. She handed me my wine, and we raised our glasses in a silent toast, then sipped. Perfectly delicious. A good choice for a chilly day.

“Now, tell me everything,” I demanded.

“It’s funny,” said Karen. “We’ve never been naked together, not in all the years we’ve known one another.”

“Did you see anything that surprised you?” I asked.

“You’ve a lot of hair … down there … more than I expected,” Karen said. “Even more than Mum!” She laughed. We’d talked about her Mum’s hairiness before. I expected that to be part of her story today.

“And you’re bigger, up here,” I said, gesturing at her chest with my glass, “than I expected.”

“They’re big and soft and saggy, like Mum’s,” said Karen. “I use a well-fitted support bra to keep things looking ship-shape.”

I laughed, and stretched my legs out in the tub. I could feel Karen’s legs stretched out next to me. Our feet were resting on the benches, just at one another’s left hip.

“So, what are you so eager to tell me?” I asked, sipping my Zin.

“OK, Evie, so things have got really really crazy,” said Karen.

“In just a week? It can’t be much longer than that since your Mum’s show-and-tell get-together,” I said.

“I didn’t tell you everything about that day, Evie … Well, I told you everything that happened, but not everything I experienced. And something more happened last night.”

“Take your time, Karen. Take your time,” I said. “We have plenty of time and plenty of wine.”

“So, when Mum and I were … ‘pleasuring’ ourselves? She told me to think about David licking me, and I thought about more than that,” murmured Karen.

“Wait! For a sex story, I’m going to need some burbling water. Let me turn on the jets … just a second,” I reached to the control panel and pushed the button. And burbling jets of water began massaging our bodies.

“Oh, that’s nice,” said Karen. “So relaxing.”

“You were talking about you and June’s mutual masturbation session … and you know I don’t judge you for that. Consenting adults, even if you are mother and daughter.”

“Yeah, well, I thought about David licking me, and then I thought about other things,” said Karen. “Like you licking me.” She looked at me for a response.

“Ha! I’m flattered,” I laughed.

“That made me a little uncomfortable,” said Karen, then quickly added, “Not in a bad way!”

“I should hope not,” I said. “We’re naked together in my spa tub!”

“So, I looked at Mum and imagined David licking her,” continued Karen, with a sip of wine.

“And we’ve already confirmed that David likes hairy women, right?” I said.

“Right. But then, just before we both … climaxed … I imagined it was me licking Mum, nuzzling in through all her hair.” Karen looked away, and took another sip of wine.

“Ah, sort of an Electra complex. Wanting to possess your mother but lacking a penis.”

“What?” gasped Karen.

“I took a lot of psych classes in college,” I said. “Never mind. And don’t worry. Your fantasies are your own, and not that big a deal.”

“But now things are escalating, Evie,” said Karen. “And I’m worried that I rather like it.”

I let my left big toe brush against Karen’s hip, under the water. And I put my left hand on her left foot, by my hip, and said, “Go on.”

Karen didn’t react to my touch, but didn’t pull away, either. I left my hand on her foot, and continued to brush her hip with my big toe.

“I’m going to tell you this all at once, just to get it out, so please don’t interrupt me,” said Karen. “Otherwise I don’t know that I could share it.”

“My ears are wide open, but my lips are sealed,” I replied.

“So, I asked David if Mum could watch us, like she asked. He said he thought he’d be OK with it if I was OK with it … you sort of know up to that part, I think, or you guessed as much. Well, last night we invited Mum over. We had some Prosecco … quite a lot of Prosecco, actually. And I made David undress for Antalya travesti us. He and I had that part all planned, to give Mum a show. He was unexpectedly willing. Then he was naked, and said it wasn’t fair, for him to be naked by himself. So, Mum and I undressed, too. That wasn’t part of the plan. I think … I know … we were all rather excited, and things were moving quickly. Mum wanted to know what she was going to watch, and I didn’t know what to do next, so I told David to lick me, the first thing that popped into my head, and he did, lick me, I mean … David and I really didn’t think we’d all get naked, or that we’d get that far, so it was rather surprising. Mum just stared and stared, and started rubbing herself. I stared back and had the most amazing orgasm. Really, the most amazing orgasm ever. I told David to stop, and he did, and he and mum were just naked, looking at me, like “what next, Karen?” So, I said the next thing that popped into my head. I told David to lick Mum, which he did … which was also rather surprising. And, while he was licking her, I did something almost inexplicable. I crawled under his chest and took his penis in my mouth. Mum could see, and then they both had crashing climaxes. I didn’t think David’s penis could pump so much, so I had so swallow quickly. And that’s it.”

We were silent for a moment, just staring at one another. I felt surprised and nervous, like I was a teenager on a first date, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment, somehow.

“That’s it?” I asked, finally, sounding calm. Breaking the tension of the moment, I hoped.

“That’s it,” Karen said. “We cleaned ourselves up, got dressed, hugged, and Mum drove home. David and I slept really, really well … that’s why I was so late this morning.”

“I need a refill,” I said, standing up in the tub. “Hold my glass and I’ll get the bottle and pour us more.”

I handed my glass to Karen, whose breasts were now buoyant on the top of the water. She must have been sitting up a little higher. I turned and climbed carefully from the tub. I walked to the patio table, picked up the bottle of Zin, and walked back to the tub, by where Karen was sitting. I don’t believe she’d taken her eyes off me for a second.

I filled the two glasses, and walked slowly back to the patio table. I wanted her to look, so I took my time. I know my bum and hips move a little when I walk. I set the bottle down, and turned to return to the tub. My nipples were very hard, standing out prominently from my small breasts … whether from Karen’s story or the temperature difference between spa tub and winter air, it didn’t matter. Karen kept looking from my nipples to my pubic bush as I walked back and climbed into the tub.

Karen handed me my glass. “You’re beautiful,” she said.

“Don’t be silly,” I replied, with a little smile. “I’m old. I’m too small on top, and too big below. I know that. But, for interest’s sake, and because we’re friends, what makes you think I’m beautiful?” Yes, I was fishing for a compliment.

“You, all of you, inside and out. And you have the most amazing nipples … I couldn’t help but notice. And you’re so hairy!”

“I’m happy you like me,” I said. “I haven’t generally been considered very sexy.”

“Oh, but you are!” said Karen. “You’re so very sexy!”

As I settled back in the tub, I found Karen’s legs and feet stretched out towards where I was sitting, sort of paddling in the tub jet current, so I sat down with my legs spread, one on each side of hers.

“Here’s what I think,” I said. “You just turned 50. You have a comfortable life with a loving husband, and now some rather surprising experiences with your 75-year-old mother have clicked up your sex drive. I’m delighted you think I’m sexy, but I think that’s newfound enthusiasm on your part, rather than sudden-sex-appeal on mine.”

“Do you think it’s wrong that I think you’re sexy, Evie?” asked Karen, And I could feel her toes tickling the edge of my pubic hair.

God help me, I slid a little lower in the water so she could more easily reach me with her foot. “It’s not wrong, Karen. I’m flattered. And I love you,” I said. “We’ll always be best İstanbul travesti friends, always, no matter what. And this girl always enjoys a bit of flattery.” And I slid a little further down, so her toes had ready access between my thighs.

“Here’s the thing, Evie,” said Karen. “I know we can tell one another anything. And one of the things that’s surprised me is … is that … Oh, hell, it’s that I’m a little interested in women all of a sudden. Mum … and you … arouse me. And I still want David. Is that weird?”

Her toes were working rhythmically now, up and down my labia, brushing my clitoris. I was finding it harder to speak.

“It’s not … uncommon … I think … to find all … all we love … ohhhhh … ohhhh … sexual at times,” I stammered out.

“I know I’m intruding into your personal space, Evie, but I like what I’m doing with my toe,” said Karen. “Do you like what I’m doing with my toe?”

“Uh, yes! … OK … Karen … ohhhh … I like … ohhhh … I like it … very much … ohhh”

She rubbed me with her toe, deeper and more firmly. As the pace of her rubbing increased, I knew I would soon come.

“I’m thinking about your body so much now, Evie,” said Karen. “That might seem naughty, but it seems good to me. I love you. I love your short, butch haircut. I love your gray eyes … I love to feel them looking at me, noticing my body, as if they’d like to see more. I love your small, hard nipples standing out from your beautiful little breasts … I’d love to get my mouth on them, I will get my mouth on them. I love your wide hips, and the way they sway when you walk. I love your big, round, bum – I’d love to get my hands on it. And I’ll have to, have to hang on to your glorious bum, because I love love love your hairy pussy, and I’ll need to pull it closer to my mouth and tongue, because I can’t wait to taste you.”

And I came. Karen’s rubbing and her talking sent me over the top. “Stop!” I cried. “Enough! Enough!”

“Are you OK?” asked Karen. “You spilled your wine.”

I breathed quietly for a moment or two. “I’m OK, Karen,” I said softly. “And now I have something to ask you.”

“Anything!” she replied.

“Can you sit up on the edge of the tub?” I asked. “Or would you be too cold?”

“I could wrap a towel around my shoulders, if I’m cold, and I should be fine,” Karen said. “Why?”

“Just sit up on the edge of the tub,” I asked.

Karen dumped her wine on the patio, and left her acrylic glass floating, bobbing in the tub. She stood up, leaning over to grab a towel. “Just in case I need it,” she said.

She sat up on the edge of the tub, towel by her side and looked at me. “Now what?” she asked.

I looked at Karen. Here was a mature woman. Not a skinny little thing, nor a plump matron. A woman, with soft white breasts that hung down a bit low, true, but so attractive. And a modest patch of soft-looking brown hair between her legs. She is beautiful. She finds me beautiful. I loved her. She loved me.

I moved across the tub to stand before her. “Spread your legs, please, Karen,” I said. “We’re going to finish off part of that masturbation daydream you had with your mother.”

“I’ve never been with a woman before, not this way,” said Karen.

“Me neither,” I replied. “But I know how this works.”

Karen spread her legs wide, and I kneeled on the tub bench, in the water, and bent my head between her thighs. I nosed in through her soft brown hair, and ran the tip of my nose up and down between the lips of her labia. Then I put my tongue to work, up and down, round and round, teasing her clitoris, and finally zoning in to focus on that spot. I licked, and licked, and licked. Tasting Karen, tasting the tub water, tasting the Zin we’d enjoyed together. And, for all I know, tasting something of David in Karen, maybe something of our future.

She clenched her thighs against my head, and gave voice to a fluttering sort of sigh, a long long sigh. Still licking, I turned my gray eyes up to meet hers, beyond her magnificent soft white breasts. Green eyes. She had green eyes. Had I known that before? I must have noticed. Her glorious green eyes, wide and locked with my gray eyes. I licked and she began to squirm, and then she came, and came, with a shudder. She pressed herself against my mouth, pulling my head against her with both hands, still squeezing me hard with her thighs. And the look between our locked eyes promised this was not the end.

Some men do better alone than others. I do better with a healthy female companion who enjoys being active, talking, kissing and touching. However, after “losing” my wife of thirty years to Alzheimer’s, three years ago, I found that I was really out of practice as how to approach the “modern woman.” I’m healthy, successful and attentive but was not getting anywhere by trying church, “meet and greets,” dating sites, bars or hanging out in the produce isles at the super market. I had heard how active our local Senior Center is, so on a lark I looked the center up on the internet and decided to spend most of Thursday there and try their daily lunch offering.

The morning started slow. A few male regulars raided the coffee and donuts and then took over the pool table. Even fewer females straggled in to gossip, exchange magazine articles they had discussed yesterday and casually scan the males for anything new. My pool game was good enough that I had met all the guys but was hogging the table so I took another coffee break, sat on one of the facing couches and scanned through ancient magazines, like I was waiting for the dentist to call me. A petite woman in her mid-fifties sat alone across from me working on some needle point and peering disapprovingly over her half-rimmed glasses at me once in a while. Three times I tried my best charm to strike up a conversation with her and three times she rather coolly let me know she wasn’t in the talking mood.

Things started to pop about ten-thirty for the morning tai-chi and limbering class. Even I went in to watch for a while. Who wouldn’t? The name of the class was “Tai-chi, Life extending movements.” My stern, would-be conversationalists had ninety-percent of my attention. She was thin, very flexible and her movements were fluid and sensual. When she caught me watching, she had a ready disapproving frown just for me.

As the class began to wind down so everyone could clean up for lunch, I returned to the main room and a friendly voice from a heavy set, seventyish woman using a walker greeted me, “Not into exercise this morning?”

“Just visiting today. I didn’t even know you had such things.”

“My exercise has to be in a swimming pool now. At least you picked Thursday to visit. That’s spaghetti day. All the seats will be full today. Lots of empties on Monday – macaroni and cheese day.”

“I’m forgetting my manners. I’m Tom Cowell.”

“Jodi Swenson. I’ve been a regular here for ten years. If you need any advice on outings to avoid, trips to take or just want to talk, I’m your girl.”

I must have inadvertently glanced through the glass on the doors as the exercise class was breaking up. “Tom, you’re tall, seem healthy, fun to talk to and have sexy eyes but that little thing you are eying is named Helen; she hasn’t wanted to make any friends in the three years she has been coming in.”

“Always on Thursday’s I bet.”

“I like a man who learns quickly.”

“Jodi thanks for talking with me and believing that men my age are still able to learn new things.”

She and I laughed and walked early into the nearly vacant dining room together. I excused myself to go clean up.

With clean hands and a full tray, I sought to sit down next to Helen. “Hello Helen. May I join you for lunch? I’m Tom.”

A visible dark cloud of anger seemed to surround her and her voice was full of hurt with no place to go. “Found out my first name did you? Sit if you want but you won’t like it here. You’re married; you look like you are on the make, looking for a one-night-stand or someone who will take care of you and give you a place to hang out.”

Enough people heard Helen’s biting tirade that many pairs of eyes followed me as I crossed the room to find a safer chair near Jodi. Her eyes questioned mine, so I responded, “You were right; wrong kind of parmesan at the other table.”

About that time three guys who had done contracting work at my house a few years ago showed up for lunch and there was a lot of turmoil as people shifted about so we could all sit together and catch up.

By the time lunch was over, a lot more people knew more about me than I usually like disclosed. Just as a parting shot, Jodi asked, “Not going to say “Goodbye,” to Helen?”

I thought a moment and pulled the ever present writer’s pad from my breast pocket.

“Helen,

“Yes, I still wear my ring and have been married for over thirty years. My wife is totally disabled with Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s; she lives at Aker’s. I really enjoy talking and don’t get out as often as I would like. If I’m on the make, I’m not good at it. It has been six years since I’ve been with a woman and that was my wife. One-night stands are a turn-off. Even for the most talented sex partners, there is a lot of time left over to be friends and share common interests. Actually, my ego was urging me to talk to you about the Sidney Lund mystery you have with your purse. Luckily, I do not yet need anyone to take care of me at the humble shack I have scrounged for myself on the way here from Portland.

“You were not completely wrong, however. I’m very male, playful, active Ankara travesti and I hide a life-long unrequited fetish for a petite, smart, flexible and sensual woman. Next time we meet, I’ll remember that a grey-wool suit and long auburn hair in a painfully tight bun should be interpreted as an “Off” switch for both me and my fetish.

Please accept my apology. I truly did not mean to infringe on your private moments or offend.”

Susan Tymes is a forty-five year-old energetic beauty and is the director of the Senior Center. There are far more female members than male. The problem would be three times worse if Susan were not there to be the fantasy of dozens of men who attend, shoot pool, eat and dream of being with such a woman. Not long, after Tom left, Helen’s curiosity was bursting and she sought out Susan. “Who is this new guy, Tom?”

“I have no idea what his real name is. You are holding one of his books. He is our local, under the radar celebrity. He used to teach classes at the college that were standing room only, until his wife finally needed full time care. I took a non-credit creative writing class from him. It was great fun. He still teaches at the college some. He says that “Lesson

” is unraveling in his life.”

“Lesson

?”

“You’ll find it in the library. It is about making sure you use enough names for your work that you can hide the naughty stories and the failures.”

“He lives in town?”

“When you drive into town, have you ever noticed the three-story, gated rock mansion on the hill?”

“That’s his?”

“Yes, and he was a success in the electronics business before he got into writing. Ever hear of Burt Winger?”

“The sci-fi writer the kids have video games based on?”

“Yes, that’s him, too.”

“I guess, I read him wrong and insulted the wrong guy.”

“He won’t mind. His number is on the bulletin board. He likes to mentor budding writers. I hear he is very demanding and difficult with them.”

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After a week, her curiosity won over her embarrassment and she called, “Tom, this is Helen from the Senior Center. Can I offer you an apology?”

“Where do you have breakfast and how brave are you?”

“I usually eat at home and I’m ok in the bravery department.”

“I’ll accept your apology, if you have a breakfast, talking date with me tomorrow about nine. You can come here or I’ll meet you somewhere. Talk to me and tell me all about your likes, dislikes and your life. Tell people where you’ll be or bring a friend to feel safe.”

Helen arrived alone at nine the next morning. One of the big carved, double-doors was opened by a maid and Helen was ushered into a bright sunroom that was all set up for breakfast. The house, furnishings and grounds were big and impressive. Everything triggered questions but Tom greeted her warmly, shook her hand, thanked her for coming and seated her facing the windows framing the backyard pool and waterfall. With some humor, he asked, “So why did you decide that I was worthy of living and decide to have breakfast with me?”

“Susan told me you used to teach writing classes. I’ve been writing for years but not published anything. I thought you might give me some pointers. Susan said your “Lesson

” was “unraveling in your life.” I don’t understand that and tried to read the class notes from that lesson but they were not on the shelf.”

“I’m glad they were missing, if that’s what brought you here. It has been a long time since I had a breakfast date with a lovely woman.”

Helen was not used to such directness and open compliments. She blushed and sought to push back.

The maid served champagne and announced that breakfast was about ready. Helen asked, “Do you write the Winger sci-fi stories?”

“And the Lund mystery you were reading. I was hoping to get some feedback from you. For years, I tried to keep a different name for each genre of stories that I write but many people spotted my style and speculated on the internet that Lund, Winger and some others are the same writer.”

“So that’s what Susan meant about Lesson

unraveling in your life.”

“Luckily I’m old and secure enough not to worry about losing readers because I offend them.”

“Offend them?”

“Sure. If I write some naughty short stories for Internet sites, the bible belters might boycott my mysteries. If I present opinion pieces, I can offend. If people know too much about an author, they frequently claim ownership and feel free to pass a lot of judgments.”

By the time the excellent breakfast was ending and the second bottle of champagne was opened, Helen felt she had been through an interrogation. She felt he was easing up when he asked, “Did you bring any of you writing for me?”

She blushed because she had and was now embarrassed at being so presumptive. “I did. It’s not very interesting because I have only written about my family so far.”

“Most people start there. It is said everyone has one great book in them writing their life’s story.”

Tom took the hundred pages of folder bound, tattered manuscript and very Antalya travesti quickly thumbed through it. “Your story is double spaced. How do you want me to give you my comments? Can I write on your story?”

“You can write on the pages. I have it on the computer.”

“If you use standard word processing software, it is often easier that you present your work for editing or comment via email or disc, with some comment about format. What type of feedback do you want from me?”

“I don’t understand?”

“I’m not a proof reader. I expect spelling and grammar to be acceptable. I usually comment on story line, character development, readability and make suggestions along those lines.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Do you read a lot? What have you read that you enjoyed that is along the lines of your story?”

The interview went on for another hour, with Tom taking notes like crazy. What was her education? Background? Likes? Dislikes? Married? Children? On and on and on. Helen did not see why Tom needed so much information just to give her feedback on her story but she answered and tried to hide her uneasy feelings of disclosing so much.

Abruptly, Tom stood and asked the maid to serve one last coffee in his office; then he turned to Helen, “Would you like to see where I do most of my writing?”

The next hour was a delight for her. Tom’s office was a massive, roomy affair with books, papers, computers and pictures everywhere. He seemed to relax noticeably there and became warm, friendly and playful. All too quickly, he said he had a luncheon to attend and gracefully showed her to the door, promising to call her within the week with his comments.

Driving home, she thought it would be nice to get some few useful ideas from a published author. Truthfully, she had not read the Lund mystery yet, but committed to do so by the time he called her.

Two nights later, tired, Helen went to bed early at ten and opened the pages of Tom’s mystery. She had been married to a man fifteen years her senior. He had little time for her and sex had been something that pleased him. Seldom had she pleased herself during the last few years. They had one daughter together. He had three children in a previous marriage. Their daughter lived a hundred miles away. They seldom saw each other and had never had fun girl time together. In fact, Helen had never had fun girl time in her life. Her life seemed to be made up of work and solitude. For all these reasons, she was immediately shocked by the opening scene in the book. After twenty pages, her pussy was wet and she resented having to turn pages because that caused her to take her finger off her clit for a few moments. She instantly liked the two young lovers and accepted the stolen, illicit minutes they were stealing from their acceptable, ordered predictable lives. She raced toward climax and was just into it, when both characters were murdered by shots through a widow. Every cell in her body screamed in protest. How dare any story shock her like that.

It took her all night. She could not put the book down. She read the four hundred pages, masturbated four times, was surprised often and cheered twice, once when the hired thug was eliminated and then when the woman who hired him, met her end. Her body was exhausted. It was Thursday. She slept through exercise class and spaghetti day.

Saturday morning early, Helen’s telephone rang, “Helen, can you meet me in the McDonald’s parking lot about 12:30 so I can return your story with my comments? I’m sorry to have kept it so long and that I’m on the run today.”

When she met Tom in the parking lot, he introduced her to a lovely thirty-something blond, “This is Carrie, she keeps me organized at book signings once in a while.” Helen was surprised that she was jealous and thought “I could do a better job than Carrie. Tom should ask me to go with him.”

All too quickly, Tom and Carrie were gone. Helen was shocked by how much time and effort had Tom put into reading and commenting on her story. In addition to between the lines notes and margin notes he had eight pages of comments and a very complimentary letter about how much he liked her work. “Liked her work?” It looked like it bled to death in red ink. He must have spent days on it. One paragraph offended her and she decided not to talk to him about writing again. Still his words made her think for days:

“Let your characters reveal themselves in dialog. It takes longer but your readers will be more interested in that than just being told. People have many dimensions, let your story tell about anger, fights, love, lust, fear and other emotions that readers all identify with. Doing so will make your characters real and let your readers like or hate them. You are a passionate, caring woman, take off the reins, drop your cold defenses and risk revealing yourself in your writing.”

For two weeks, Helen retreated into solitude. Then on a Saturday night, she went to the movies only to return home to discover her house had been broken into. She was too frightened to sleep in her own house, did not have the money to go to İstanbul travesti a hotel and had not cultivated a friend who she could call for help.

The day after the break-in, Tom heard about it and showed up on Helen’s doorstep at nine a.m. When he saw her, he knew she had not slept and understood more about her feelings than she did. “Let’s pack you a bag so you can stay at my house a few days. You will be very safe and can rest.” She wanted to object but she was too tired to argue, so she let him lead and stayed quiet.

Tom’s guest room was massive, warm and comfortable. He showed her how secure the doors and windows were, how to lock them, how to used the intercom and the “panic” button; she had her on TV and telephone; he gave her free run of the kitchen and then left her alone with the words, “I’m usually in my office but you can page me, if you want some company for dinner or to just talk.” His words said he cared but she needed time and space.

Lots of people came and went in Tom’s household. When he left, he told her where he was going and when he would get back. She rambled when he was gone in the evenings when all the help was gone. She found the porn stories he had written, examined the erotic art that adorned his office walls and wondered about this complex man. Tom sensed that she was not really getting better and started the conversation off in the middle of breakfast after she had been a quiet mouse in his home for about ten days.

“What adventurous things have your done? Maybe things that are even a little dangerous? Things that have empowered you and given you confidence?”

Helen did not understand and could not answer.

“Ever fire a gun?”

“Never. They scare me.”

“Well today you are going to. In fact several. We’ll make a lot of noise and poke holes in a lot of paper targets. We’ll do it all for fun and for you to experience something different.”

Her objections did not deter him at all. She didn’t see any guns when he nearly pushed her butt into his high SUV. Not far off the Interstate outside the city limits, he turned up a gravel road and it led to a deserted well constructed private firing range in a canyon. The day was windy but in the canyon, the wind was blocked so it was cool, sunny and very, very, isolated and quiet.

When they went to the back of the Escalade, Tom unlocked a floorboard compartment while he talked, “My father was career Army and was a weapons expert. I had fired almost everything by the time I was twelve. Then I got away from firearms for thirty years, until I lived ten yards into California, just across the border with Nevada. A few times I went to gun shows in Reno. People from Nevada could purchase anything at the shows but because I lived in California I couldn’t purchase any firearm without a wait time. I go so mad at that, that I got a gun dealer’s license. I never used it but it got me into guns again.”

There were five or six guns, Helen had no idea what any of them were. “We’re going to start you with a .22 caliber pistol. It is a cute pink, “Saturday night special” but first I have to see, if you know how to point.”

They set up paper targets at five-yards, ten-yards and twenty-five yard. As they walked away from each, Tom had her point toward the bull’s eye on each one. Helen was frightened but Tom’s sure, strength pulled her along. He had her handle the tiny .22 short cartridge, load the magazine and then take a break and point at the target while saying “pow” like she had done as a kid. He handed her the unloaded pistol and had her learn to squeeze the trigger. “This tiny pistol will make a “cracking” sound when it is fired and you will not feel very much from it when it shoots.” His rules were exacting about when she could touch the gun and how she had to respect it. They went through dry fire drills probably ten times. Her first shot was wild and far off the target. The second shot was no mystery and the third hit the edge of the paper target. Tom bragged on her and reminded her how to steady her aim with both hands, how to stand and how to sight. Her forth shot from five yards, hit the target near the center.

“Helen, you are on your own now. Finish the clip into the target, remove the empty clip, put the pistol down and step back from the firing line.”

Never had she been so powerful. Never had she done anything like firing a pistol. Her heart pounded. She fired way too quickly but half the remaining six rounds hit the target. She followed his instructions perfectly. When she stepped back he grabbed her, swung her around and praised her over and over.

“OK, Annie Oakley, let’s go change the target and see how you did.”

When they returned to the firing line, she had to do everything and tell him what she was doing and what the safety rules were.

“This time when you fire, take time between every shot. Even put your hand down, to rest, if you want. When you are ready, point, aim, hold your breath and squeeze the trigger smoothly.” This time, nine out of ten rounds went through the big circle. Again, with the same pistol, but at ten yards. He explained that pistols were generally for close-in protection, like in a house. Ten yards would be a long distance in most in-house situations. At twenty-five yards she only hit the target twice out of ten rounds. Still he was pleased with her. She beamed and was not afraid of the little pistol any more.

He was constantly on my mind. I hated it, but reveled in it too. The secret affair we shared made it just that much more tantalizing. He’d come into my office and we’d pretend our relationship had not shifted into this sexual need. We’d act as we had at the beginning—before he’d left his number; before the fateful day when it all came to a head. It was a strange relationship. We still flirted, even in front of my coworkers. We’d come to the understanding that changing this part of our interchange would only cause people to ask questions neither one of us were prepared to answer. It was a strange relationship. Purely one-sided, I would sometimes think. He had his family life and he had me. Was he cheating on her with me or was he cheating on me with her? Who could say really?

7/6 8:00 A.M. You look good enough to eat

7/6 8:02 A.M. Sweet talker. LMAO. Flattery will get you everywhere

He was texting me from less than five feet away. He was being helped by one of my coworkers—a female. And though I loathe admitting, it I was having twinges of jealousy. He was flirting with her. It was stupid, I know. First off, and this is probably the most important reason, this man flirts like he breathes. I don’t think he could really help it even if he tried. Second, he wasn’t mine. Well, not in the whole sense of the word. I had to keep reminding myself of that. Why? I don’t know, considering the fact that he was married, so I knew he wasn’t mine. I finished up with the soldier I was helping and called “next”.

Hey, SGT Long, how you doing?” I asked him. We also acted as if there were no outside relationship when at work. As he answered, SGT Long set up his paperwork for me. My phone vibrated in my drawer. I opened it and lifted my phone slightly to see the message. It was from my soldier, still only five feet away. His back was to me, so I could not see his face.

7/6 8:15 A.M. Is that the motherfucker you went out with?

7/6 8:15 A.M. Yea.

7/6 8:15 A.M. O good. Now I don’t have to look for him.

7/6 8:16 A.M. Lookn 4 him 4 wat?

7/6 8:16 A.M. To hit him in his fucking face.

Well this was unexpected. But I couldn’t text more. Long was ready for me to process him. “So the other night was fun”, he said.

“Yeah, it was. Too bad we didn’t make it to the movie.”

“I don’t feel too bad about it. I thought the night ended better without the movie. Don’t you?”

The ending he spoke of was a hot and steamy romp in the backseat of his Lexus SUV. Really what as it with me and SUVs? Maybe it was the oysters he insisted I try at the restaurant? Maybe it was the wine? Maybe it was the sexually charged innuendos we swapped over the oysters and wine? Either way, sitting in his car waiting for the movie in such close confines made me curious to know if SGT Long was really long.

Thinking of that night again in the backseat with his fingers slowly stroking the juice from my pussy was making me wet again. Ankara travesti My eyes glazed over and I licked my lips. SGT Long touched my wrist. I looked down at his fingers and my mind superimposed his fingers slick with my yoni’s juice onto the fingers he lightly touched my wrist with. “Come back to me. What you thinking about, girl?”

I shook myself, thankful that caramel colored girls don’t blush easily ad got back to his paperwork. I squirmed in a seat causing a friction from my jeans and rubbed my nether lips. “I was thinking of your fingers,” I whispered, refusing to look up. I hurried through the rest of his paperwork and got up to make his copies. Handing them back to him, our hands brushed each other in the exchange.

“We need to plan our next date.”

“Absolutely, but, um, can we make sure we see the movie first?”

He laughed and walked away, telling everyone ‘Bye’. I watched until he was completely out of sight. There was no one left to process, as my coworkers had called to them the remainder. I headed to my desk to check and send out some emails when my phone vibrated again.

7/6 9:00 A.M. I see how it is.

7/6 9:00 A.M. How wht is?

7/6 9:00 A.M. Didn’t even notice I left. Waiting for your boyfriend to come out to the parking lot.

7/6 9:01 A.M. Baby dnt do N E thing crazy. Besides how u gon explain a SSG hittin a SGT N the face?

He didn’t respond. I’ll admit I was worried. My soldier wouldn’t really hit that sergeant would he? And how would he explain it away? They didn’t know each other; had never spoken to each other to my knowledge. Was he really going to say I was jealous that he went out with my side-piece? Well, shit, I’d hoped not. I finished a few more emails, continually looking at my phone. I tried not to think about him and went on about my day. I was trying hard for this to just be like any other day.

At 11:20, my desk phone rang. It was almost lunch time. The incessant ringing catching me in the middle of texting a guy I’d nicknamed Don Juan. His real name was John and he was the only fuck buddy who’d managed to become a constant. I liked him—would even venture to say I loved him, but something kept us in that awkward limbo of fuck buddy and boyfriend/girlfriend status. I picked up the phone, stating my company and name.

“You like to make me jealous, don’t you?” I recognized the voice. It was my soldier.

“Why are you jealous?” I lowered my voice to make sure no one overheard the conversation.

“I don’t know. I shouldn’t be. I know.”

“You said no feelings, baby, no attachment.”

“I know what I said. But something about you drives me crazy.” I stayed quiet. The feelings were mutual, but I knew how to take a step back. I knew how to check myself in order to keep this just on Antalya travesti the physical tip.

“What were you doing?”

“I was texting a friend. Besides that it’s lunch.”

“A guy friend?”

Shit. “Yes.” I answered slowly, carefully.

“Someone you used to fuck?”

And there is was. The answer was sure to piss him off, but he asked and so I answered. “Yes.” He hung up on me. Ridiculousness. I text him.

7/6 11:35 A.M. Did U really jst hang up on me?

7/6 11:36 A.M. Yes.

Well, fuck that shit, I thought. I didn’t respond and went to lunch. He didn’t text me and I didn’t text him for the remainder of my shift. As I was getting in my car to head home at the end of the day, his ringtone played.

7/6 4:35 P.M. Want some company tomorrow morning?

Complete randomness, but the thought intrigued me—the thought of him in my bed without having to hide and without the restrictions and confines of a car. Oh, it was a very intriguing thought.

7/6 4:37 P.M. How?

7/6 4:37 P.M. Let me worry about that. It’d be early. 0500.

7/6 4:38 P.M. K

7/6 4:38 P.M. Text me your address.

And I did. I was excited. This was crazy. I wondered if he would actually show up. I hoped he would. My pussy was already clenching and unclenching in anticipation. This would be a long night. That night, I cleaned my house—specifically my room. I changed my sheets to some very soft, dark cocoa brown sheets and matching reversible comforter. I loved pillows and my bed had tons of them—about six in total—not including the decorative throw pillows. I changed out the aromatic wax in my Scentsy to something more sensual. And lastly, before I went to bed for the evening, I took a long, hot shower.

I lathered and coated my wet nakedness with body wash that smelled of toasted brown sugar and almonds. The smell was like aromatherapy, carried in steam from water. It relaxed me. And as I relaxed, the languid and deliberate my movements became. My hands roamed my body of their own accord, following the sensations they created. From my neck, I washed my shoulders, following the natural line they made to end at my arms. Back up to slide down either side of my armpits to my breasts. The warm water was teasing my nipples, coaxing them to a full upright position. I ran my thumbs over the ripened buds—once, twice, three times. Each time, the sensation made me exhale. One hand left my hard nipples and glided down my belly, ever so slowly to end at my freshly shaved pussy.

I lifted one leg and propped it on the side of the tub, giving myself full access to my inner lips. My head lolled backwards as I continued to massage my hardened clit. I flicked a finger through the slickness and almost went weak in the knees. “Ohhhhh…” I moaned. Another flick and my toes were vibrating. I spread my pussy lips, dipping a finger into the wetness there, caressing the hills and valleys of my second mouth. Wanting to savor İstanbul travesti the feeling, I slowed my fingers manipulation of the spots I knew so well. I imagined my soldier’s tongue in my pussy. I imagined his tongue swirling around the contours of my yoni, while his fingers pinched my clit.

I sighed his name and continued my sinuous fondling. I slid another finger into my honey pot, enjoying the full feeling it produced. I understood what men meant when they constantly said I was tight, I could feel it. And when I worked my kegel muscles, I relished in the tightness with which I could squeeze my own fingers and the pressure it caused on the walls of my pussy. I worked my fingers in and out of my yoni, controlling the steady crescendo I was building. But I wanted more. Not stopping, I reached out and took hold of the purple dildo I leave in my shower. Usually I only used it when I knew I was going to have anal penetration. It was larger, maybe eight inches long and about three inches wide. It stretched my chocolate hole well. I coated it in soapy body wash and positioned it at the entrance to my ass, working it in. There was a brief moment of pain and then a warm delicious tingling sensation emanated from my yoni.

I pulled the dildo out a couple of inches and immediately felt the loss of its firth in my ass. I pushed it back in, repeating the action. My breathing quickened. The sensations overpowered me. I’ve never been able to hold back an orgasm when it comes to ass-play and this day was no exception. I leaned over, putting my back in direct contact with the spray from the showerhead. I assaulted my ass much as a man would but with less pain and more pleasure. I knew the rhythm needed, my own pain tolerance and what would please me most. Every time I thrust, I understood fully the meaning of the phrase “delicious pain”.

I was moaning louder now. The fingers on my left hand taking control of pleasuring my yoni. Spreading my nether lips wide and crooking my fingers upward, I pushed on my G-spot. My right hand was still working the plastic purple prick in and out of my ass hole. I was nearing the peak of the cliff, trying to push myself over. I twisted my hand and inserted another finger, arching them again into that “come here” gesture to stroke the valley of my spot. At the same time, I pushed the cock deeper inside my chocolate hole and came in a shuddering release. There was no warning. There was no slow build up staring at my toes and traveling upwards till my brain exploded in pyrotechnics. My pussy throbbed and the orgasm kicked down the door with no civilities. My heart raced; my breathing was ragged, ripped from my lungs as I gasped for breath with a face full of water.

In riding my orgasmic delirium, I had lifted my face towards the showerhead, screaming my pleasure to ceiling. My legs shook as I stood up, slipping my purple cock out of my ass and washing it adeptly. I placed it back in its designated spot. I built up lather with my loofah. I rewashed my swollen pussy, hard nipples and the beaten up tender flesh around my ass. I was good and sore and my ass was nicely stretched. I didn’t know if my soldier would be willing to try anal, but I was certainly wide open, clean and ready if he did.

NOTES: This is an entry in the Literotica 2023 Valentine’s Day Story Contest, so I’d really appreciate it if you could take the time to vote. This is a stand-alone story featuring two of my recurring characters: Matt (a muscular, well-hung, 25-year-old exhibitionist) and Odessa (a beautiful but shy 27-year-old Cosplay enthusiast). This story features CFNM, ogling, female-of-male body worship, male-of-female body worship, fantasising, and surreptitious public masturbation. There is NO sexual intercourse. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction.

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At one end of the apartment complex’s swimming pool…Matt.

It was a warm, wondrously sunny summer day in Sydney, Australia. I was lounging by my apartment complex’s swimming pool and staring at the large, creamy, perfectly shaped breasts of the sexy neighbour I’d naughtily nicknamed Goal Shooter.

Wearing a vividly patterned orange one-piece swimsuit; a pair of large, dark sunglasses; Adidas slides; and a headscarf that kept her long, thick, dark mane of hair off her gorgeous face, Goal Shooter looked as beautiful as ever.

Her sparkling blue eyes were disappointingly hidden by her dark shades, but I could see the brunette beauty’s full, red lips and wonderfully high cheekbones…and they looked amazing.

As she laid her large black-and-red beach towel across the long wooden bench at the top end of the pool, I gazed lustfully at Goal Shooter’s long, lithe, pale legs; her perfectly shaped butt; her curvy hips; and her big, full breasts, which jiggled slightly and sexily as she moved.

The twenty-something brunette dropped her beach bag on the ground, sat down on the wooden bench, looked up at the bright blue sky above, and smiled warmly, obviously lost in the moment. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a book. I was too far away to tell what she was reading.

A relatively new resident in my apartment complex, I’d first spotted Goal Shooter a few weeks ago at the buildings’ shared outdoor swimming pool. My new neighbour was tall and fit-looking, and she instantly caught my perennially wandering eye.

Simply put, this young woman had one of the best bodies and most beautiful faces I’d ever seen. I’ve been lucky enough to have made love to some truly gorgeous women in my time, but Goal Shooter was one of the most divine creatures I’d ever laid eyes on.

The beautiful brunette’s long dark hair, curvy but strong figure, and almost cherubic features reminded me of someone, an actress perhaps, but I wasn’t quite sure who. I’d wracked my brain continually and come up empty.

Goal Shooter had really monopolised my sexual thoughts lately. I’d already masturbated several times while fantasising about the gorgeous young woman, pumping my hard-pulsing cock while imagining the many sleazy and horribly debauched things I’d like to do to her.

Though not officially diagnosed, I’m a raging sex addict. If I’m not doing the deed itself, I’m thinking about it. I’m a 25-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me.

I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I possibly can. Though partially for health and fitness purposes, my workout regime is principally designed to get my rig as shredded as possible in order to attract as much female attention as I can.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney’s many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am in a near perpetual state of horniness, and I’ve enjoyed a lot of sordid sex and many kinky hook-ups in my time.

I love having sex with women, and I also love hanging out with them. My best friend and confidante is Darby Hamilton, my one-time foster sister, and a lesbian with a small group of largely female friends that I enjoy spending time with too.

I love women, but I’ve never had a long-term girlfriend, largely due to my rampant sex addiction. I genuinely don’t know if I’d ever be able to remain faithful and stay monogamous. In short, I am very, very shitty boyfriend material.

There are a few wonderful women — most of them considerably older than me — that I have occasional, no-strings sex with, but they are not relationships ever likely to develop into anything more serious or meaningful.

These sexy older women that I make love to are certainly smart enough to know exactly who I am, and what I can offer…which is not a lot, outside of a few laughs and lots of raunchy, enjoyable sex.

There was something undeniably different, however, about Goal Shooter. Though I enjoyed jerking off while thinking about her sexually, I also had curious, uncharacteristic fantasies about taking her out to dinner, seeing a movie, and actually having a meaningful conversation Ankara travesti with her.

The beautiful Goal Shooter was having an effect on me that only very few women had previously. She actually made me think about getting, well, romantic…which made me decidedly uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know the beautiful brunette’s name, so I’d helpfully nicknamed her Goal Shooter a week or two ago. Just as I was heading out for my evening run, the young woman walked into the apartment complex at exactly the same time as I was exiting it.

The beautiful, leggy brunette was wearing a very sexy netball uniform. She had a short skirt which showed off her lovely long legs, a sleeveless t-shirt, and a blue bib emblazoned with the letters GS.

With nothing else to go on, I immediately nicknamed the young woman Goal Shooter, per the netball position denoted by her blue bib. The vague sexual connotations of the term also fit nicely, and I’d been calling her that ever since.

On that evening a week or two ago, Goal Shooter and I smiled warmly as we passed by, obviously recognising each other from the pool previously. I instantly and optimistically sensed something between us, an undeniable frisson that bubbled across the air.

I’m positive Goal Shooter looked me up and down as we passed, shamelessly checking me out. I desperately tried not to stare too obviously at her big tits, or openly ogle her butt and legs. I didn’t want Goal Shooter to know that I was a complete pervert.

I’d seen Goal Shooter a few times since at the pool after that chance evening passing. Unfortunately, I’d had to keep my hopefully surreptitious ogling of the beautiful brunette even more surreptitious because there were always other people lounging poolside at the same time.

The sexy and very cheeky Sarah and Hayley — two English nurses I’d had a very naughty experience with [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy’s Epic Nude Run”] — were frequent pool users, and loved to mercilessly tease me while they soaked up the sun.

“We dare you to go skinny dipping, Matt” was their frequent refrain. “Give ’em all a look! Nobody would mind.”

An attractive but slightly odd forty-something woman and her late-teenaged daughter also often walked into the pool area a few minutes after I arrived, and I constantly caught them checking me out and giggling to each other.

I was also near-certain the pair were spying on me late one night from their apartment window, so I put on a very naughty little show for them. [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy Nudes Up For Neighbors”]

There were a few other women that often appeared at the pool whenever I arrived, and I would also happily chat to a few other male neighbours poolside as well, but on this delightfully warm summer morning, Goal Shooter and I had the pool to ourselves. It was still early, and it was during the working week, so I desperately and reasonably hoped that we’d remain alone and uninterrupted.

With nobody around, I instantly opted to put on a cheeky poolside performance for Goal Shooter. I wanted to show this leggy beauty what I had, and I also wanted to get some idea of her potential interest in me.

I carefully stood up, flexed the considerable muscles in my highly toned chest and abdomen, and then went through a rigorous stretching routine, slowly, deliberately working on loosening up my taut arm and back muscles.

I even bent over and touched my toes, stretching out the muscles in the backs of my thighs and calves, which also, of course, gave Goal Shooter a good, long look at my toned butt, which was nicely shown off by my body-hugging black Speedo Aquashorts.

I am thankfully blessed with a truly enormous penis, which I actually have to tuck between my legs when I’m wearing a swimsuit. It still creates a huge bulge in the front of my Speedo Aquashorts, which I tried to accentuate by giving Goal Shooter plenty of side-on views of my shredded physique. I’m sure I even saw a smile play across the beautiful brunette’s full, red lips at one point.

I pushed my longish, sandy brown hair off my face — flexing my bulging biceps in the process — and then dove gracefully into the pool. I cut a few laps back and forth through the cool water, narcissistically trying to look as good as I possibly could.

When I walked dripping wet up the steps and out of the pool, I instantly noticed that Goal Shooter had changed position while I was doing laps. No longer sitting on the bench, the beautiful brunette’s towel was now spread out on the ground, and she was lying on her stomach, facing me.

I was almost certain Goal Shooter was sneakily looking at me through her dark sunglasses…and I loved it. Nothing gets me off like the feeling of a woman’s eyes thirstily scanning up and down my body, enjoying its ridged contours.

Standing by the pool, I dried off, flexing my muscles the whole time, and then spread my towel out over my pool chair. I sat down and stretched Antalya travesti out, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on my wet body.

I quickly slipped on my trusty, perve-friendly reflective aviator sunglasses, and kept a sly eye on the gorgeous Goal Shooter, who I was now near-positive was checking me out.

I gazed at the considerable cleavage created by Goal Shooter’s position lying down, and fantasised about sinking my face into that soft, creamy flesh, and how I’d like to lick and suck on the gorgeous brunette’s nipples. She really drove me wild.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Goal Shooter gracefully got up, took off her sunglasses and headscarf, walked to the side of the pool, sat down on the edge, and then casually slid into the water. I watched in rapt fascination as she floated briefly on her back, her big breasts sloshing around alluringly in the water.

Goal Shooter swam around a little, and then dived underwater, which prompted her beautifully rounded butt to briefly break the water’s smooth surface, giving me a nice look at its curved perfection as the gorgeous brunette’s swimsuit pinched ever so slightly into her arse crack.

After a few more minutes, the impressively fit and physical Goal Shooter pulled herself up out of the water, spun around, and then sat on the edge of the pool, her breasts sexily swaying from side to side with the movement of her body.

As water ran over her face and dripped down into her wonderfully inviting cleavage, Goal Shooter pushed her long, thick, dark, wet hair back from her face, and I was struck once again by how truly beautiful she was.

With a jolt of nervousness and surprise, I felt myself very quickly getting embarrassingly erect. I urgently wrapped my towel around my waist, as my huge cock got even harder in my tight swimsuit, pushing aggressively against its wet fabric.

I was in a high state of sensual arousal. Goal Shooter had gotten me so hot and turned on that I was desperate to masturbate while looking at her. I just had to do it…it was tasteless and sleazy, but I needed to get myself off.

It was an urge driving me, and literally muddying any notion I had of rational thought. I physically and mentally needed to come while gazing upon Goal Shooter’s feminine perfection.

Though I can easily strip nude in front of women, and then happily go wherever a sexy situation might lead after that, I have absolutely no skill whatsoever when it comes to actually instigating a normal conversation with a woman I’m interested in.

In short, I have no game…zero…none at all. Disturbingly, I was far more comfortable jerking off over Goal Shooter at a public swimming pool than I was talking to her.

With my towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I waited until Goal Shooter got up and walked back to her towel, and then quickly wrenched off my wet Speedo Aquashorts from under my towel while she wasn’t looking, leaving them on the ground in a sodden, rumpled pile.

Safely protected by my beach towel, my large cock was now disturbingly and fully erect. It felt amazing but also nerve-wracking to have a boner in such a public place. I turned and shifted my body to the side to make my raging hard-on less obvious.

With Goal Shooter’s back turned, I quickly shot my hand up under my towel. I gave my cock a few quick strokes with my much-practiced right hand. I peeled my foreskin back over my big, bulbous cock-head, and then vigorously worked my shaft, sliding my hand back and forth furiously between my muscled thighs.

I was so highly aroused that I knew it wouldn’t take much to make me come. I am embarrassingly and frequently prone to premature ejaculation, and have humiliated myself on multiple occasions.

I’ve even reached orgasm previously in what must be near-record time [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy Meets Abbie Chatfield”], and have also seen a hypnotist to help with the problem, with mixed results.

Because I hadn’t jerked off previously that morning — and also because I was so incredibly turned on — I knew I would likely blow in a matter of mere minutes with the divinely sexy Goal Shooter serving as masturbatory motivation.

I watched with delighted surprise as Goal Shooter bent over to straighten her towel, which gave me an incredible view of her butt and long legs. She did this so slowly and stylishly that I was almost certain Goal Shooter was actually doing it for my benefit…just like me, she was putting on her own little show. I was sure of it, and I loved it.

While the gorgeous brunette was sexily butt-flashing me, I jerked my cock even harder and faster under the modest protection of my towel. I let out a very quiet moan and licked my lips as I got more and more aroused.

As I gazed lustfully at Goal Shooter’s butt, I fantasised about throwing my towel aside, spreading my bare legs open wide, fully exposing myself, and then slowly masturbating while she watched me.

I imagined Goal İstanbul travesti Shooter licking her lips and fondling her breasts in a peak state of sexual arousal as I lewdly performed for her. I desperately wanted to get naked for Goal Shooter and parade my nude body around luridly for her benefit.

But again, I also thought about what it would be like to talk with Goal Shooter and actually get to know her. I had never even heard Goal Shooter speak, and I wondered feverishly about what her voice sounded like…and what she looked like when she laughed.

For a raging, highly promiscuous sex addict like me, these were decidedly deep emotional responses to a woman, and I couldn’t help but feel surprised and confused by them. This was a fresh experience, and it had me on the emotional back-foot.

I slowed my enthusiastic cock-stroking as Goal Shooter lay down on her stomach again and faced me. Her large, stylish black sunglasses were now back in place, but her cute headscarf remained on the ground next to her. The gorgeous brunette’s milky cleavage was again gloriously on display.

With one hand, the beautiful, sexily water-slicked brunette picked up her book and returned to her reading. Her other hand, however, had disappeared somewhere under her body. What was she doing with her hand?

As subtly as I could, I turned my body further to the side, and very slowly continued to stroke my erect cock back and forth under my towel, just taking short, quick yanks at it, still working myself toward a desperately longed-for orgasm, but in the most sly, low-key manner I could.

My king-size towel was thankfully so large that it afforded me a lot of cover so I could still safely and privately play with myself without being disgustingly and horribly obvious.

With my body still slicked with water from the pool, the sun beating warmly down upon me, and Goal Shooter’s wonderfully fit but still pneumatic body on glorious display in her sexy one-piece swimsuit, a feeling of sensual rapture resounded within me.

The illicit nature of what I was doing was also incredibly arousing. I’d often fantasised about swimming nude and then masturbating at my apartment complex’s pool, but I never thought I’d actually do it. It was happening, and I was in a truly intense state of arousal.

Goal Shooter’s milky breasts wobbled and swayed slightly as her body moved, and then it very slowly dawned on me what she may have actually been doing with the arm that had disappeared under her body.

I gasped in surprise…though defying belief, I was almost certain Goal Shooter was actually masturbating too, likely touching herself with the hand hidden away under her body. This really was too good to be true.

Feelings of even greater excitement and arousal exploded through me with this highly lascivious realisation. I took a few quick strokes on my stiff cock, and shivers of pleasure rocketed up my spine. I gently jiggled my big, heavy ball-sack with my right hand, and then pulled on my cock again.

I love masturbating (if I don’t get any sex, I usually jerk off two or three times a day), and I absolutely love playing with myself outside in the fresh air. This poolside pull felt truly extraordinary…it was without question one of the most amazing solo wanks I’d ever had, rivalled only by a great self-pleasuring session I once had on a deserted stretch of Byron Bay beach. [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy’s Byron Bay Beach Wank”]

Now in the throes of lust, excitement and passion — and almost certain that Goal Shooter was also pleasuring herself — I relentlessly hammered my raging, pulsing erection underneath my towel. I gripped myself tighter and kept stroking.

I moaned quietly again. I was coming. Though it had been quick, I didn’t try to arrest my climax. I wanted to come. The orgasm roared through me powerfully. Sweat poured down my face and neck as I desperately tried to supress my body movements and sensual moaning to make what I was doing less obvious.

Not wanting to revealingly shoot incriminating wads of jism onto the ground at my feet, I aimed my cock upward with my right hand, and then finally unloaded generously into the folds of my large towel.

Thick streams of semen spurted out of my pulsing member with incredible force. It spat out of me, firing hard and fast, and I wrapped my towel around my cock, letting it soak up my warm man-seed.

After two more thick bolts of semen erupted from me and into the towel, I wiped around my cock with it. As I hurriedly cleaned up, my cock slowly softened and then drooped completely.

I sucked in deep breath after deep breath, and slumped back against my poolside chair. I slid off my aviators, dropped them on the small table next to me, and wiped furiously at my sweaty brow with my forearm.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Even for me, it was a bold and extraordinarily sleazy experience. The fierce pleasure slowly spreading through me was joined by nervousness. I pulled the towel even tighter around my waist.

I looked over at Goal Shooter. Her head was bowed, and her tits were jiggling furiously in her hot orange one-piece swimsuit. Her body slid back and forth, her arm still hidden somewhere under her body.

Ever since I could remember I had this special attraction to my best friend’s mom. Her name is Mrs. Towers. I must admit Mrs. Towers is not the drop dead gorgeous type and she’s kind of old being in her 40’s but her image is that of a 1950’s cover girl, sweet and wholesome. I used to jerk to the image of my best friend’s mom jerking me off. But my fantasies started to come true when I was about 18 years old I went to my best friend’s house early in the morning, when I knocked on their door Mrs. Towers opened the door, Mrs. Towers was wearing a robe, I greeted her “Good morning Mrs. Towers” then I told her that me and her son were going to go jogging. But Mrs. Towers told me that her son was still asleep and invited me for breakfast. Mrs. Towers excused herself for a moment to go to her room, when she returned her robe was gone and she was just wearing a thigh high beige silk negligee, she told me to sit by the kitchen counter while she makes breakfast. So while making breakfast Mrs. Towers and I talked about her husband, my best friend, etc. but while we were talking Mrs. Towers would occasionally reach up to the cupboards and her negligee would go up to her ass giving me an ample view of her well rounded ass that was barely covered by her white cotton bikini panties I had to stop myself from touching those soft mounds of hers. This went on for a while causing a big bulge under my shorts. Mrs. Towers then asked me to get the cereal box from the top shelf of the cupboard so I stepped out from behind the kitchen counter, hoping that Mrs. Towers will not see the huge hard on that she gave me, and then I proceeded to get the cereal box when I handed the box to Mrs. Towers I noticed that she was looking down at my hard on and she looked at me and shook her head as if to say that she was disappointed at me for having that bulge in my shorts. Embarrassed, I returned behind the kitchen counter to conceal my hard on then Mrs. Towers went to her room and when she returned she was now clad in her robe. Then she continued our conversation just like before she saw my hard on. After awhile, by now my hard on has subsided, my friend came in the kitchen then the three of us ate breakfast. After breakfast my friend went to his room Mrs. Towers approached me then whispered in to me “When you get home take care of that problem under your shorts!” her warm breathe in my ear and her seductive fragrance was enough for me to have another boner.

“Sorry you have to see that Mrs. Towers” I apologetically told her.

”It’s OK Joey.” Mrs. Towers assured me.

Then my friend went out of his room and we went jogging. When I got to my house I jerked off fantasizing about my best friend’s mom, Mrs. Towers.

That week-end my best friend ask me to sleep over at their house because he said that his Dad was going fishing and that her mom was working overtime at the office and that she won’t be home until morning the next day. So I asked permission from my mom and went to my friend’s house. So the whole day we played video games and when I felt that my friend was not there I went to Mrs. Towers’ bathroom to look for her worn panties and when I found one I smelled it the smell of Mrs. Towers’ wetness that was stained on the crotch of her panties made my cock hard so I wrapped her panties around my cock and jerked off using her panties. After a few minutes I came all over her underwear. But that was not the highlight of my stay there because unknown to me at that instance I was to be treated to a special show that evening. That evening after eating dinner my friend and I watched a little TV after a few minutes my friend told me that he was going to sleep and that I can watch some more if I like so I stayed behind an hour later I heard Mrs. Towers’ car pull up the garage so I opened the front door, Mrs. Towers was wearing her office uniform which is a blue skirt with a blazer on top, as she was making her way to the front door

“Good Evening Mrs. Towers” I greeted her.

“Where’s Eugene?” she asked me.

“He’s asleep” I replied.

So Mrs. Towers invited me to some conversation. So Mrs. Towers got some soda for me and got wine for her and then we sat in the living room. I was seated on the easy chair and Mrs. Towers sat on the couch for about 30 minutes nothing exciting happened and by that time Mrs. Towers had already consumed half of the bottle of wine then she excused herself to go to the toilet. After a few minutes Mrs. Towers came back and her blazer was now gone leaving on only her silk blouse. I noticed that Mrs. Towers was not wearing any bra because her nipples where outlined on her silk blouse and when she walked I could see her bosoms jiggling everywhere and that alone gave me a hard on. When I asked permission to go to sleep (so that I could masturbate imagining those tits of hers) Mrs. Towers said “Why don’t we talk some more because I can’t sleep before 12 in the evening” then Mrs. Towers sat down again this time pulling her tight skirt up to her thigh a few inches adıyaman escort bayan below her crotch and therefore presenting me with a terrific view of her creamy white thighs and her white panties. I could not help but imagine what her pussy would look like inside those panties. So I stayed behind and every now and then Mrs. Towers would slowly uncross and cross her legs as if she was having a show for me so that didn’t help in subsiding my raging hard on. I thought to myself be my best friend’s mom teasing me? Then Mrs. Towers stood up and went to the kitchen after a couple of minutes I followed her and when I entered the kitchen I saw Mrs. Towers was bent over the kitchen sink. Maybe my raging hard on got the better of me because I approached Mrs. Towers and then held her hips and then rubbed my cock on her soft ass the feeling of my cock rubbing against Mrs. Towers’ soft ass was terrific but what came next was really embarrassing because Mrs. Towers nonchalantly told me while she was still bending over the sink as if not to care “Better stop doing that or I’ll call your parents, and please take care of that problem by yourself!” So embarrassed I quickly went out to my friend’s room. I could not sleep that night I was too embarrassed to sleep so I went out of the house. Then I went to the backyard for some fresh air and I saw that the lights to Mrs. Towers’ room were still on. And I also remembered that Mrs. Towers’ husband was not there and my friend was sound asleep so I thought to myself no one can see me if I peep at her window so I tip toed to her window fortunately her window was open so I peeped through the window and nobody was there then after a few seconds Mrs. Towers entered the room and faced the body length mirror which was just a few feet away from the window where I was peeping. I watched intently, while concealing myself behind the bushes, as Mrs. Towers was admiring herself on the mirror brushing her hair and removing her makeup. Then to my delight Mrs. Towers unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor then she stepped out of the skirt and then she removed her silk blouse and there I saw for the first time Mrs. Towers’ adorable bosom, they were not that big but they seemed soft, and were not sagging and her nipples were erect. As Mrs. Towers was admiring her body in the mirror she would massage her breasts and she would occasionally pull on her nipples, which would elicit a soft erotic moan from her. This view that I have has created the most violent hard on that I ever had such that I had to pull my cock out of my shorts and jerk off there while peeping at Mrs. Towers. Mrs. Towers did another thing she slipped one hand inside her panties while the other hand was stroking her tense breasts all the time moaning softly. This went on for about a minute or so then Mrs. Towers sat on her bed and then stretched her legs apart and then inserted a hand again inside her panty and her hand rubbed her pussy inside her panties, I masturbated as I watched Mrs. Towers, arched back and gyrate her hips while massaging her breasts to the pace created by the hand in her pussy. Mrs. Towers’ peep show went on for about 10 minutes in which time I came 2 times and Mrs. Towers ending her masturbation session with her having an orgasm, I knew she had an orgasm because her body stiffened and she let out a loud moan. After that Mrs. Towers lay still on the bed with her hand lazily rubbing her vagina, then she stood up and closed the window blinds with me still hiding outside in the bushes. The next day early in the morning I knocked on Mrs. Towers’ bedroom door and when she opened the door I stammered to an apology although I was apologizing my eyes were transfixed on Mrs. Towers’ tits which were peeking through her robe. So Mrs. Towers accepted my apology and I went home. After that incident I just contented myself in jerking off imagining Mrs. Towers was holding my cock and stroking it until I cum and sometimes when I would sleep over I occasionally peeped through Mrs. Towers’ window but that all changed during the weekend before my 18 birthday. Mrs. Towers invited my family to a dinner party at their house. This party was kind of formal so everybody was all dressed up. When we arrived at Mrs. Towers’ house she greeted us at the door and made small talk with my parents then she directed me to were my best friend was, going to were my best friend was the furthest from my mind because just the sight of Mrs. Towers in her black body hugging gown and her long legs covered in black stockings peeping through the thigh high slit of her gown was enough to give me major hard on, but as an obedient boy I followed as I was told. Well I went to where my friend was and made some small talk with him but I can’t get the image of Mrs. Towers in her outfit out of my mind. When dinnertime came Mrs. Towers called us in my friend’s room then we went to the dining room on the way there I commented to Mrs. Towers “Gee Mrs. Towers you look sexy in your outfit.” akkent escort bayan Then Mrs. Towers replied “Well that’s flattering to hear it’s rare for a 42 year old woman to hear that kind of compliment.” When we arrived downstairs dinner was served buffet style so we have to get our food from the buffet table and return to our respective tables. When I got to the buffet table it was crowded with guests so I slithered through the maze of humanity and ended up next to Mrs. Towers so I proceeded to get my food but the scent of Mrs. Towers made me horny. Because the table was so crowded I had a chance to brush my arm against Mrs. Towers’ ass, when I did this I expected Mrs. Towers to reprimand me but she just went on as if I was invisible, so I continued it, oh the feeling of Mrs. Towers’ soft ass was giving me a hard on. But I was not just contented with brushing arm against her butt so I placed my hand on her behind and then cupped her ass and rubbed it a few times then Mrs. Towers turned around and then faced me and with a surprised look on her face and then she said “Stop these nonsense right away or I’ll embarrass you here”. So I quickly let go of her butt and returned to our table. My heart was pounding because Mrs. Towers was seated on our table with my mom and dad so I was really nervous because Mrs. Towers might tell my parents what happened. So sat myself nervously on my sit then Mrs. Towers sat in front of me and to my relief Mrs. Towers didn’t mention the incident to my parents but throughout dinner Mrs. Towers kept looking at me and she kept a displeased smile on her face as if to say that she was not expecting that kind of behavior from me. When dinner was over my mom and dad danced on the dance floor and that left me, Mrs. Towers and her husband seated at the table then Mrs. Towers ask her husband to get her some more wine from the bar so her husband went to the bar leaving me and Mrs. Towers alone at the table then Mrs. Towers stood up and then sat beside me then she placed her hand on my thigh then gently ran her long fingers up and down my thigh, almost to the point of reaching my penis area. She then told me “ Tomorrow come to my office we will straighten your problem out.” To which I replied, “Yes Ma’m”. Then Mrs. Towers stood up and returned to her sit just in time that her husband arrived then she smiled at me. The whole night I just kept on staring at Mrs. Towers and her beautiful figure when the time came to go home Mrs. Towers took me aside and whispered seductively “Don’t forget our appointment tomorrow!” That night I couldn’t sleep in anticipation of what might transpire the next day.

The next day I woke up at around 8:00 in the morning I quickly took a bath and proceeded to the bank where Mrs. Towers works. After arriving there I asked her secretary for my appointment and she replied that Mrs. Towers was expecting me. When I entered her office Mrs. Towers was sitting behind her large desk and was talking to the phone she waved me to sit on the chair in front of her desk. A few minutes’ later Mrs. Towers closed the receiver and then she faced me.

“OK Joey let us straighten out this problem of yours” Mrs. Towers said as she stood out from behind her desk.

“Mrs. Towers I have no problems with you.”

Mrs. Towers then sat on the desk laterally exposing her creamy white thigh.

“Then why are you always touching me and feeling my body?” Mrs. Towers said sternly.

“Shit” now I’ve done it, I thought to myself she’s going to tell my parents. Then Mrs. Towers stood up and then locked the door then she said “What do you feel when you touch me, Joey?” then I said I feel excited and my cock becomes hard when I feel you up!”

“You know that what you are doing is wrong?” Mrs. Towers reminded me. “ But every time I see you Mrs. Towers I can’t control myself I just want to touch and feel your body” I bashfully said to her. Then Mrs. Towers removed her blazer and stood in front of me then turned her back at me then she bent over her desk then she said “ Now what do you feel like doing?” My heart raised and my cock stiffened as Mrs. Towers’ behind was just inches from my grasp. Then I told her “ I want to touch your behind Mrs. Towers” then Mrs. Towers replied “ OK Joey touch it. “ so I cupped her ass with one hand and rubbed it gently, Mrs. Towers made a faint sigh when I squeezed her ass. As I was stroking her ass I rubbed my cock through my pants. This went on for a few exciting minutes then Mrs. Towers faced me then her eyes went down to my crotch and she saw me rubbing the big bulge that I had then said to me “Have you had enough?” “Mrs. Towers I can’t get enough of you, can I kiss you?” Then Mrs. Towers lifted my hand so I stood up and then I kissed her on the lips and to my surprise she kissed back our tongues met as we kissed passionately for a few precious seconds and as I guided her hand to my cock she rubbed it a little bit and to my dismay she broke our kiss and then she said gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan “We should not be doing this” I replied to her “ but I love you”. Then she turned her back to me and told me “You better go now and don’t tell anyone about this!” I sensed that she was struggling with this so I apologized and went home.

The next few days I did not come anywhere near Mrs. Towers’ house I always-made excuses to my friend whenever he calls me. But during my 19th birthday my parents prepared a barbecue for my birthday and they invited all my friends but they told me earlier in the day that my best friend could not make it because he had to go to Florida to visit his grandma with his father. So that afternoon I had all my friends there and to my surprise Mrs. Towers was there also talking to my parents but during the party I kept my distance from her because she might still be mad at me. As the party came to a close my mom asked me if I could take Mrs. Towers home because my dad was already drunk. So I got the car keys and backed up the car from the garage and then Mrs. Towers entered the car, Mrs. Towers was wearing a pink cotton skirt that was just above the knee, Mrs. Towers and I were really quiet during our drive to her house but when we arrived at the front of her house Mrs. Towers faced me and said

“ Joey, you know what happened to us the other day was wrong?”

“I know that but every time I see you I have this funny feeling inside of me I think I’m in love with you.” I protested to her.

Mrs. Towers fell silent for a long time as if digesting all the things that she just heard then she patted my hand and then told me

“Come inside with me.”

So we got out of the car and entered her house, by now my heart was pounding and my cock was growing, then Mrs. Towers grabbed my hand and guided me to her bedroom she then sat me on her bed and then faced me.

“Are you really sure you want to do this Joey?” Mrs. Towers asked me.

“Yes Mrs. Towers.” I confidently replied.

Then Mrs. Towers went to the bathroom and then she closed the door. In my excitement I hurriedly undressed and lay on the bed naked. When Mrs. Towers came out of the bathroom she was just wrapped in a towel. “You can take that off now Mrs. Towers. “ I suggested to her pulling her towel down.

So Mrs. Towers dropped the towel, as it fell harmlessly to the ground my heart jumped upon seeing the wonderful sight of my best friend’s mom naked and alone with me in her room.

“ Oh Joey what am going to do with you?” Mrs. Towers said in exasperation.

Then Mrs. Towers joined me on the bed and with her warm body brushing against my body, made my hard on even harder then she whispered to me

“Is this your first time?”

To which I embarrassedly replied

“Yes m’am”.

“So let me masturbate you first so that you can last longer when we make love”

So she sat up beside me and removed the blanket covering my cock.

“Oh my goodness, Joey you really have a big cock!!” Mrs. Towers said surprisingly As she saw for the first time my 10-inch cock. Mrs. Towers then applied some kind of oil on my cock and then she gently stroked it. When her soft hands were going up and down my shaft, the feeling of Mrs. Towers’ soft hand stroking my cock was terrific. I could not believe this was happening my best friend’s mom is jerking me off. My fantasy was coming true.

“Do you like to touch my breasts, Joey?” Mrs. Towers suggested to me

I just nodded a reply then Mrs. Towers got my hand and placed it on her breast, which I then played with those tense nipples of her, then I asked Mrs. Towers

“Can I kiss them?’

“OK baby but be gentle with them!” That was the only encouragement that I needed so I sucked those adorable tits while Mrs. Towers was still jerking me off and moaning loudly. Then after about 5 minutes I was about to cum so I suggested to Mrs. Towers to stroke it a little faster Mrs. Towers responded by stroking my 10 inch cock with her two hands and pumping it so I came all over her hands. Then Mrs. Towers got up and went to the bathroom and washed her hands when she came back she laid beside me and then stroked my cock again

“Now Joey are you ready for your first lesson?” Mrs. Towers whispered to me as she was stroking my cock

“Yes Mrs. Towers I’ve been dreaming of this day to come!” I replied to Mrs. Towers

And when my cock went hard again Mrs. Towers told me to get on top of her and Mrs. Towers spread her legs wide apart to accommodate me and when I got between her legs… “Please be gentle Joey coz I haven’t had a cock as big as yours before.” Mrs. Towers whispered to me.

So Mrs. Towers reached for my cock and guided it to her pussy, rubbing the tip of my cock on her wet slit which made her twitch a little. Then when I attempted to enter the head of my cock in her pussy Mrs. Towers’ legs stretched a little bit further to accommodate my massive cock.

“Now Joey pushes it in very slowly.” Mrs. Towers instructed me like an affectionate teacher.

And when I entered her, Mrs. Towers let out loud gasp as if she was running out of breath I could feel that Mrs. Towers had not had a man for a long time because her pussy was really tight as it engulfed my cock. Her pussy was so wet yet it was quite tight.

Candy Moves Up The Corporate Ladder

Candy was attending her company’s annual kick-off meeting at the local country club. The company she worked for was a pretty decent sized bank, and this was her first job ever right out of college. While the executives were speaking, she glanced around the room to keep herself entertained, such as some eye-candy. It hadn’t been but seven months that Candy had been working at this company and she has yet to hook up with anyone. Well, the guy in Miami doesn’t count. (She wasn’t getting anything back out of that deal, so she cut that off early on)

As her gaze shifted from one side of the room to the other, her eyes finally settled upon an older man wearing glasses with a hint of whiteness in his hair. And in an instant, she realized he looked familiar to her. “Where have I seen this guy? He looks so familiar…” And then she figured it out. She had seen this guy at the tennis courts from time to time. Hmmm… he’s not bad looking, maybe I ought to approach him after the meeting and see if he wants to play tennis sometime. Yeah, right, Candy thought to herself. You’re looking for some action outside of the courts and inside the bedroom.

So after the meeting adjourned, Candy walked over to the familiar tennis player and said, “Hi, do you happen to play tennis?” He turned, looked at her intently to see if he recognized her, and said, “Why, yes I do,” with a friendly smile, “But I haven’t been playing lately. Do you play as well?”

Candy replied with a friendly smile, “Yes. I thought that’s where I recognized you from. Hi, I’m Candy. Nice to meet you. I just got hired here a few months ago. I spotted you in the meeting earlier.”

The man replied, “Hi, my name is Jordan. What part of the company do you work in?”

“I’m in retail out in the branches. And yourself, Jordan?”

“I head one of the commercial departments at headquarters,” Jordan replied, slowly studying the features of this young, astute businesswoman.

“Oh, that sounds rather interesting! I’ve been wanting to look at other parts of the company. We ought to talk about it sometime over a game of tennis,” Candy said enthusiastically.

“Here’s my card, Candy. Give me a call or e-mail me sometime. I’d love to hit with you,” Jordan said, eying her up and down casually through his eyeglasses without trying to be too obvious.

“Great. I’ll let you know once the weather starts getting warmer,” Candy said, noticing that his eyes were darting around parts of her body. This guy is checking me out, Candy thought to herself half-excited, half-amused.

“Well, I better get back to the office. I’m supposed to meet with a new potential client. Keep in touch. Nice to meet you,” Jordan said and walked away, his eyes lingering on her.

******

Three weeks later, Candy and Jordan were out on the tennis courts whacking away at the yellow tennis ball. They took a breather after Jordan won the first set.

While sitting down on the bench sweating, Candy said, “And I thought you said you were out of shape.”

With a grin, “I guess I still have it in me. You’ve got some good strokes yourself.”

“Yeah, but they aren’t doing much for me tonight though,” Candy said disappointingly. Candy was competitive and she pretty much expected to beat this guy. But she was ok with it. It was just a game. At least she was showing him her athletic skills on the court. It’d make a good precursor for her bedroom talents.

They started asking questions to get to know each other, and Candy found out that he had been with the company for over 10 years, had 2 grown kids close to her age, and he currently lived somewhere downtown. From the way this guy was acting and from the information he gave, Candy had a strong feeling this guy was divorced. The signs were all there. And Candy cock radar was normally pretty accurate.

Candy was a perceptive young lady at the ripe age of 22. Having graduated college at 21, and already in the corporate world, she had a lot going for her. She knew she didn’t need to fuck anyone to get where she needed to go, cause she already had the brainpower to steer her in whatever direction she wanted to go. People in the company were already talking optimistically about her. In the corporate world where nepitism influenced a majority of hiring and promotional decisions, developing relationships with certain individuals was a great back-up tool to have just in case the odds turned against her. And in this situation, she could secure her future career at this company by networking with the right people, at the right time, at the right place. Candy never settled for just good– she wanted to be great at whatever she did. And who said you couldn’t engage in extra-curricular activities with a superior co-worker in your free time? It’s all a form of insurance.

Meanwhile, Jordan was a smart guy with a lot of sales experience and people-skills. He was a hard worker who worked his way up in this company, and it showed from Maltepe Escort the car he drove and the neighborhood he lived in. His charming social skills helped get him a nice-sized client base and he was at the point where he supervised people who do exactly what he was good at.

Although Jordan was indeed divorced, it had only been for 2 years, and already that fucking ex-wife of his was married and in another city. I guess she had everything planned right after signing their divorce papers. But Jordan wasn’t fazed by her. They had had a cold marriage and his wife was never sexual nor real affectionate towards him. He had burnt marks from this relationship but he did his best to not let it affect him. Jordan had been deprived the last 20 or so years and he was looking to make up for lost time after the divorce. He knew he was better off with a fresh start at being a bachelor again. He could live whereever he wanted, buy a big LCD tv, buy a new car, and enjoy his new freedom all by himself. And most importantly, he could sit back and relax with any damn female he wished without having any obligation to anyone. He was free, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. And what better way to do that than to engage in some hot sex with a sweet young, athletic, intelligent nymph as Candy. The name said it all. Sweet Candy.

******

It wasn’t long before Jordan e-mailed Candy to play tennis again. They met at the tennis courts after work a few days later. This time Candy beat Jordan 6-2, 6-4. Although he had lost, Jordan was definately impressed by her improved performance. Shit, this girl’s got some skills. I wonder what other sorts of skills she has, Jordan thought to himself.

While they were walking back to their cars, Jordan mentioned how this was good practice for him and how he definately wanted to keep playing more regularly. Candy agreed. She too wanted to keep seeing him more regularly, with or without the tennis racquets. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he was bound to make a move on her. Candy could just tell– call it female intuition.

As Jordan was walking to his car slowly, he stopped suddenly, turned and asked, “Would you like to grab some pizza?”

Candy, sort of taken by surprise but half-expecting some sort of move on Jordan’s part, replied back in a confusing tone,”Tonight?” Doh! You idiot, of course tonight. It had been a while since Candy had this type of excitement. The incident with the married man was just over a year ago, so she was a little out of practice. To Candy, it was quality, not quantity. Dates are a dime a dozen, but good quality partners aren’t. She was definately needing something new to spice up her life these days and Jordan was her opportunity.

They both followed each other to the pizza place and ate and drank some beers over some good conversation. They got to know each other some more and it was obvious that a bond was gradually forming between the two of them.

******

The next day at work, while Candy was checking her e-mail, she noticed that Jordan had already e-mailed her. He suggested, “How about tennis this weekend?”

Candy, amused that he had contacted her so quickly, typed back back, “Sure, how about Saturday around noon?” And so they agreed to meet up on Saturday.

When Saturday rolled around, Candy was going through her clothes to figure out what to wear. “I don’t want him seeing me in dull t-shirts and short all the time. I need something that’ll catch his attention. Something to spice things up…. I know just what to wear!” Candy quickly found a cute, short tennis skirt with a fitted, sleeveless top. “That way everytime I have to tuck a ball away in my tennis underwear, I have to flip my skirt up, thus flashing some skin. That’s bound to attract his lingering eyes my way. Hahaha,” Candy conspired with herself.

And sure enough, as soon as Jordan walked up to the tennis courts, he noticed Candy’s short skirt on and couldn’t help but imagine all sorts of images. He wanted to taste how sweet she was underneath. And then he wanted to bend her over right then and there and stick his hard dick up her tantalizing pussy. He had to adjust his walk, so she didn’t see his hard-on he was quickly forming.

He didn’t say anything and silently observed her body whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

During the cross-over at 4-3, Candy noticed Jordon was looking more attractive today. What could it be, she asked herself. Oh yes, his hair! Candy loved short hair on men for some reason. So much that she would prefer the man to be balding than to have longer, lanky hair. “Did you get your hair cut recently? It looks good,” Candy asked flirtatiously.

“Yes, in fact, I did. Well, aren’t you Miss Observation,” Jordon answered back, flattered and impressed.

“I notice a lot of things,” Candy added in an almost teasing tone.

“Oh, do you?” Jordon teased back.

Candy laughed it off and decided to wait before she dared to make her move Anadolu Yakası Escort on this corporate stud. Although looks wasn’t a big deal, Candy was attracted to and turned on more by his personality and charismatic demeanor. In order to avoid a big flop, she had to evaluate this situation as though he were a business client she wanted to allure. Just like facilitating this “sales transaction” (in this case, penus for pussy) would require the right strategic marketing move, the way Candy was going to approach this corporate player would require the 4 P’s. Candy’s 4 P’s in this situation would be product (pussy), place (his place or hers), people (just the two of us, and to be more specific, naked), and promotion (tactics that involve flirting, seducing, and eventually stripping and groping). Candy already had it mapped out.

*******

A few days later, Candy called up Jordan after a stressful day at work. She suggested they have some drinks, just in case he might want to meet in a different atmosphere this time. Sure enough, he thought it was a good idea, too.

They met up at a local pub and Candy immediately ordered herself a tall glass of beer. Jordan, on the other hand, decided for the bottle. Candy was stressed about work and she felt that Jordan could help relieve her of her stress (in more ways than one). She knew she didn’t have the balls to open up to him about her true feelings, so she needed the alcohol to hide her inhibitions.

They began talking about their days, their frustrations, relationships, dating, and just life in general. It seemed Candy and Jordan could open up to each other about anything. Maybe it was Candy’s charisma or laidback personality. Whatever it was, Jordan couldn’t help but release bits and pieces of information about himself that he had never shared with any other women. Jordan was definately feeling the effects of Candy’s maneuvers, as well as his alcohol.

Eventually they got onto the topic of sex. For some reason, Candy was good at nonchalantly steering the conversation towards that topic, it seemed. Without even realizing it, their conversation started to get hot and heavy. And sure enough, they were confessing their sex history, their desires, and their frustrations. Whenever Candy got a guy to open up about his sex life, she knew he was in the bag. The electricity in the air was enough to start a fire. Finally, Candy knew that her feelings for Jordan were definately mutual. It’s going right as planned, Candy said to herself, pleased.

Yet they were skirting around the issue of the two of them. Finally Candy broke the skirting around and said point-blank, “Let’s be honest here. You’re attracted to me, and I’m attracted to you. I think that’s already obvious. But the problem is that we both work for the same company together, and although I’m not under your direct control, it can definately cause some issues within the company due to our age difference and our reputations.” They knew they had to be careful and sneaky about their upcoming, foreseeable rendezvous. Candy wanted to make sure Jordan knew that she knew what they were going into.

Jordan had already considered all of this before Candy even mentioned it. He commended her for her analysis however. This was a smart cookie. Or perhaps a smart piece of candy he’d like to suck on one day….

With that understood and agreed upon, they decided to leave the pub separately. They drove back home separately, for they had to recover from all that had been discussed that evening. One minute they were tennis buddies, the next they were flirting with each other and talking about sex. It was a lot to absorb. It was almost a fantasy coming true. Candy was half-stunned at how open they were finally about their true feelings. Yes, her suspicions had been true after all. Candy knew what would have to occur next then.

But the evening wasn’t even over yet. Soon after Candy arrived home that night, Jordan gave her a call. She answered to a hot and heavy voice who said, “What are you wearing?”

Candy, amused by his tone of voice, replied back, “Nothing. I’m lying here in bed, bare naked.” Candy could hear Jordan’s breath fluctuating from excitement.

Jordan said, “I just took off all my clothes, and I’m stroking my dick right now. I wish you were here to stroke it for me.”

“Oh, yes. If I were there right now, I’d stroke, suck, and swallow it into my mouth. Mmmm…,” Candy replied back seductively over the phone.

“Oh yeah, baby. My cock is hard for you right now. I wish you were here right now in front of me. I wish you were on that bed, bent over with your tennis skirt on, so I could lift it up, slide my cock right in, and fuck you hard. And then wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck you again and again. Oh, my cock is soooo hard…,” Jordan said with bated breath.

“Mm….I want to make you cum so badly, Jordan. You can spank me and make me your subordinate. I need to report to your office İstanbul Escort because I’ve been a very bad employee. Can you spank me, Jordan? I need to be punished.” Candy loved talking dirty, and apparently so did Jordan.

Jordan couldn’t take it much longer. In a matter of minutes, he was breathing heavily into the phone as he came right then and there with Candy listening on the other end. Just knowing that she could hear him masterbating prolonged his orgasm even further. “UGH.. OHH… OHH….yes…. OHhh….UGH….”

“If it feels this good over the phone, I can only imagine how much better it will feel in real life,” Jordan said breathlessly but refreshed.

“Well, we’ll have to add that to the top of our to-do list then,” said Candy.

“I can’t wait,” Jordan replied enthusiastically. They then hung up shortly after and went to bed, exhausted and aching for the real thing.

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The following week, the company was holding a party after hours in the main facility in celebration for a new project they were promoting. People from all parts of the company were welcome to stop by and share in the beer, fun, and festivities. Candy arrived there quickly after work was over and was anticipating that Jordan would be there as well.

Candy arrived in a hoola skirt and a low-cut top. She spotted Jordan across the room within a few minutes. She knew they couldn’t flirt with each other in public, since they couldn’t let out that they were involved. Just keeping it all a secret was turning Candy on, for Candy loved to role-play. Candy joined a group of her colleagues, slipped into conversation, and eyed Jordan who was talking with a group of people right next to hers.

He hadn’t noticed she’d come in yet, and Candy knew this. She wanted to make sure he noticed her, but didn’t want to make eye contact just yet. She wanted to be sneaky about it. It was all part of the thrill. she darted her eyes there casually several times just to see if Jordan saw her, but their eyes never met. Finally, Candy decided to make her move to across the room so that Jordan was sure to spot her moving profile. And sure enough, he did.

“Eww, there’s the luscious Candy. Damn, I wish I could hoola with her in that skirt of hers. Damn, she looks mighty hot.

Candy didn’t know how to act in that room, in front of her co-workers, in front of her bosses, in front of her peers. Candy decided to press the envelope and finally walked up to Jordan who was now standing at the side of the room drinking a soda. “Hey, Jordan.”

“Hey, Candy”. They both exchanged a private smile. It was short, sweet, and erotic.

“When I give the signal, let’s sneak out of here and meet back at my place,” Candy suggested. Jordan nodded, and reassured her with another sneaky smile. And then Candy darted off into the crowds.

Ten minutes later, Candy had had enough. The party wasn’t very fun, so she decided she and Jordan could spice up their evening with a private party of their own. She glanced over to where Jordan was standing, next to some of the company executives. She walked along the side of the room slowly, keeping her eye on Jordan. He finally caught her out of the corner of his eye, and she gave him a “come hither” wink. THat was enough to get Jordan’s cock to twitch underneath his trousers. “Down, boy. Not just yet…”

Within another ten minutes, Candy watched Jordan pull up to her place. He let himself in, as he normally does, and went up to Candy’s bedroom where she lay in her bed waiting, with only a black laced bra and matching string bikini garment on. Jordan’s cock stood there, upright and hard.

Without saying a word, Jordan got quickly undressed and climbed into bed to ravish Candy’s sweet body. His body meshed with hers. Their kisses were deep and hungry. They moans were desperately passionate.

Candy moved down the bed so her head was right above his cock. She took the tip of his manlihood in her mouth meticulously, slowly licking around the sensitive crown of his cock. She licked right under the crease and heard him moan in ecstacy. She then tightly gripped the shaft of his cock with her lips and slowly took his hard cock all the way to the back of her throat, rubbing the crown of his cock against the top of her throat in the back. That was her favorite move, and with the right-sized cock, she could rub that crown against the edge of throat so bad it would make a man’s legs go weak.

Jordan, apparently impressed by Candy’s maneuvers, said, “Oh, I like the way you to that, Candy. I’ve never had it done as good as you have. Oh, that feels good….” Jordan moaned again.

Candy then started to work up a rhythm with her mouth moving up and down his cock. She let that cock fuck her mouth like a wet pussy, and she gripped that cock as though it were her own pussy. She flickered her tongue on the inside, and she jammed the cock each time towards the back of her throat.

Just when Candy saw Jordan was about to come, she stopped abruptly and moved up on top of Jordan. She straddled him, with her damp panties still on. She looked him in the eyes, and asked him in a dirty tone, “Is this what you’ve been waiting for? Do you like seeing me on top of you? On top of your hard dick. Rubbing against my juicy pussy?”

I’m Chris, a fifty or so naval officer working and living near our nation’s capital (Canberra). I’m also recently estranged, having been happily married for 20 years, or so I thought. You see, my wife met someone else shortly after we met, when she travelled to the US to visit family. I thought we were serious back then but she declared her new love when she got back – a short lived romance. Months later she decided to stay with me (I was persistent!) and we married a year later. Roll forward 20 years and they find each other again online – the only reason I knew about it was a slip up when he sent an email to our family email account. A little detective work and I had the social media channel they were using and I kept track of their comms – basically I was still a friend but she loved, and yearned for, him.

Three years ago we came into some significant money. After a short pause and some planning we invested and spent moderately, knowing full well that spending big now would not help us in the long run. I stayed in the Navy, just for fun in some respects, she retired and enjoyed her earlier than expected freedom. Maybe I was naive, but that soon turned into her revelation that she loved someone else and that she was joining him again to see if they could make a future together. Even though I had been keeping an eye on their rekindled love I was still devastated. I told her that I saw the email from a number of years ago but thought nothing of it – I did not mention my detective work, which proved useful as I saw the subsequent discussion between them. I told her that I still loved her nonetheless and that I was hurt, but understood. I would still be here for her, always – I meant it and still do mean it. I also knew from their communications that it was a hard decision for her, little comfort that it was for me.

I have always been a shy, withdrawn person. I’m not overly handsome, not athletically built, rather on the slightly chubby side. I do look after myself, though, and have often been told that I look five, sometimes ten (I wish!) years younger than my age.

I’d had a couple of girlfriends but they didn’t last long – basically I didn’t know what to do and went too quickly – scared them off. I had had a number of quick flings – again nothing came of them. Meeting her in my early thirties I was a little more mature, but this time my persistence paid off. I have always been a bit of a ladies man, flirting etc – sometimes that came off creepy but most of the time I was completely innocent and nothing happened – I just like the look of a female that looks after herself and is confident. My wife in fact encouraged Maltepe Escort it, pointing out young ladies, confident – correctly – that I was just viewing with no further outward actions. I did sometimes fantasise but that’s as all.

Caitlin worked in the local Chemists as a pharmacy assistant. When she left school she literally became an adult, her look and dress changed, for which I instantly complemented her – elegant but not over the top – a beautiful, confident young lady. We would always end up chatting when I went in, her uni studies, hopes for the future, holidays as well as general stuff. Through pure observation, I worked out that she was indeed 18, she lived with her mum and three sisters; I was able to store away tidbits of information about this lovely young lady. Turns out I also knew her mum, Linda, from work – 10 or so years younger than me; Linda was a stunner from what I remember and I later saw that her four daughters clearly had their mother’s genes.

Yes I fantasised about Caitlin, and probably lusted after her; I made sure I didn’t do anything to put her off, let alone creepy, yet I did not have any illusion that it would go anywhere. She certainly had my attention, and I would take every opportunity to speak with her – I would later learn that it was clear that I sought and made a beeline for her every time I went in the Chemists and the happiness in my face when I saw her was something she looked forward to – she made a point of smiling back and was happy to go the extra mile and chat with me. She didn’t think that I was a dirty old man or anything like that – she enjoyed the attention. Why not – get the attention that is – after all she was 5’5, blonde, quite slim but not an undernourished waif, great breasts, not too large but accentuated by her tight fitting chemist branded shirt, a lovely shapely ass, again accented, lovely engaging smile and she was great to talk with.

Looking back, my demeanour was completely different in the Chemists, depending on whether Caitlin was there. Dirty old man if the cap fits, definitely infatuated. Again, your honour, I didn’t do anything …

After my wife left to join her boyfriend, and see if that could work out, I still visited the Chemists to pick up small items and drop off my dry cleaning – previously it was mainly to get her prescriptions. Being behind the Prescription counter, I had less innocent reason to talk with Caitlin, but I would always seek her out (again this was obvious to Caitlin), and say hello. I did also meet and strike up discussion with her younger sister Brooke – taller and less sexily dressed than Caitlin but Anadolu Yakası Escort clearly blessed with the same genes. I had to be really careful though as she was jailbait – being 16 when I first met her! Stop it Chris!! They would latter both confirm that my interest in, or at least attention to them, was obvious and they would talk about it, but only between themselves. Brooke knew that I was smitten with Caitlin. Here was me trying to be discrete.

Extremely few people knew that my wife had left – it was not final as far as I am concerned, and I said nothing to the people at the Chemists. In hindsight they knew that something was up – at least the people that mattered or cared, Caitlin and Brooke. I didn’t try and get back on the horse, so to speak, or drown my sorrows.

One Friday my team and I had a night out, dinner at a nice place in the city. We adjourned for after dinner drinks but even that petered out pretty quickly. Even the two single youngsters, who talked me into another nightcap, retired or moved on early. I nursed my last drink before leaving myself, but I did quietly scan the bar and observe the fairer sex, while trying not to look like a creep. It’s was a ‘uni’ bar so the clientele was appropriately young; even with my youthful looks I knew I would look look like a creep.

Suddenly I felt two arms wrapped around my neck, a squeeze of a hug and a kiss on the cheek – more prolonged than a peck, a very moist kiss. ‘Hi, fancy seeing you here’, the hands withdrew and off she went; Caitlin, looked back with a coy smile and blew me a kiss. She joined a larger group, all female, at the other end of the still crowded bar – looked back at me again with a smile as she slowly, and I’m sure for my viewing, swallowed the end of her beer bottle. I smiled back and returned to my drink, trying very hard again not to look like a creep.

A few minutes later I got a text message, an unknown number, ‘You going back home soon? My friends are all on the Northside, may I please share a lift? C xxxooxxx’. Quite surprised, I looked up and could see Caitlin looking directly at me with the phone in her hands.

‘I’ll just finish my drink and leave in say 5 mins. Happy to see you home, see you outside? Me xx’.

Looking up again I could see her looking at her phone, smile broadening, then looking back at me. Yes it was Caitlin.

‘You are such a gentleman, thank you!’

Another text sent and I returned to my drink.

Time seemed to have slowed but soon I was on my way out, with two eyes definitely on me – seemed to be the only two. I waited a little up the road from the Ümraniye Escort bar, thinking that she may not wish her friends to see. As the car approached I sensed her next to me – perfect timing – opening the door, ushering Caitlin into the plush leather back set of the S Class. I hurried around to the other side and slipped into the limo, ‘Evening Rose, thank you’ and we sped off towards home.

I shuffled over to Caitlin, looking into her beaming face and inviting eyes, ‘Well hello again’.

My mouth drew down to hers, lips touched, parted, locked and we slowly explored each other’s mouths, tongues tussling. My, her mouth was warm and sooooo wet. Our hands touched and probed each other’s faces, I gradually pulled her head firmly attached to mine as we kissed, licked and sucked each other. One of her hands rubbed my crotch and the ever present associated hardness; I thought of returning the favour but would have tried to go too far and get skin on skin – something that needed privacy rather than the back seat. Nevertheless, Caitlin’s soft moans and whimpers as we kissed sucked and explored with our hands told me enough.

Contrary to the slow passage of time before, the 25 minute journey home passed quickly and we were soon stopping outside Caitlin’s house, our lips, mouths and tongues having played for the entire journey. It took us a little time to come out of our own little world and realise where we were. Caitlin looked out the window and then at me in surprise.

‘I guess that this is your stop’, disentangling myself from Caitlin, to her mild chagrin.

‘I’ll look after this Rose’, getting out of the car.

Opening Caitlin’s door, I reached in and slowly pulled her out into another passionate embrace.

‘Your stop … for now. Thank you for sharing the ride home with me my lovely, have a good evening, I’ll be thinking of you tonight and in my sleep’.

Another long sensuous kiss.

‘Thank you good Sir, my knight. This was lovely’.

We were at her door now, opening it with her key, she turned suddenly.

‘How did you know where I lived’, a soft whisper.

‘How did you know my number’ and she slightly blushed.

‘maybe we will continue this, soon?’.

‘Love to, very soon’ and with that Caitlin was safely in her house.

Getting back in the car, ‘Thank You Rose’.

‘My pleasure, I hope that it goes well for you, about time that you had some pleasure’.

In less than twenty seconds we were outside my place, three down and across the small cul-de-sac from Caitlin’s.

I sat on my bed, not so much groggy but with my head slight spinning, thinking of what had happened and what may come of it. ‘Best not get to excited, emotionally or physically’, I thought as I was rubbing myself – ‘I may need that now’ as I looked down wand removed my hand, ‘keep it in shape but Do Not over use’. I slept very well that night.

This is a true story which happened to me recently while I was travelling to Pune from Mumbai. It’s a real story so I would like to describe it in deep as it happened, hope you all like it.

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Well I am 27years boy having a stock market business. This incident happened to me recently while I was travelling to Pune from Mumbai by Neeta Volvo. It was around 4 in eve. When I got in bus at vashi, it was almost full and I got a sit at second last row. There a lady was already sitting; I went and sat beside her. As it was Friday I sat quietly and started watching commodity market on my I-Pad. After say around 10-15min the lady besides me (who seems to be observing me) asked me

She: what are you observing so much on that screen?

Me: (Now at this time I saw at her face, smiled and said) I am observing commodity market.

She: What exactly it is?

Me: it’s basically give and take of commodities online, wherein we need to buy at lower price & sell at upper price.

She: Wow that sounds nice, it’s too simple. How much you earn in it

Me: We it’s not easy at all, if market & your predictions our good you can earn 10-15 or even more then that or vise versa.

She: Okay, since how long you’re doing this market thing? And what all you do?

Me: Well I am into this line since 9 years and recently 2years back I started my own business in Vashi.

By the way what do you do?

She: Firstly my name is Sheetal Dixit , and I work in a call center in pune.

Me: Okay nice to know you, and by the way I am Jitesh Shah, but everyone calls me Jitu

Sheetal: ah, nice to know you dear. So why are you travelling to Pune?

ME: Actually I have to meet a client of mine in Aundh, will meet him and go back at night.

Sheetal: I stay in Baner which is close to Aundh,

ME: Why had you been to Mumbai?

Sheetal: (her face got ill sad) I had a date in court, actually I have filled a divorced case against my husband.

ME: Oh sorry to hear that.

Sheetal: it’s okay.

Then there was a Silence for a few minutes. In between I was also paying attention on my screen towards my position. Suddenly I gave a small relief my trade got completed and I got good profit in it.

Sheetal: What happened?

ME: Well I earned around 25000.

Sheetal: wow great, you seem to be master in it.

Me: well no, there is no master in this field, no one can predict 100 accuracy, and in fact it’s too risky business.

Sheetal: yap I know I have heard of few people who have lost lacks of rupees in share market.

Me: yap that’s true, if u play beyond your capacity or be greedy to become crorepati in a day you tend to get into losses.

Sheetal: Great Said.

Me: Ataşehir Escort So do you stay alone in Pune.

Sheetal: No, I stay with my Parents and daughter

Me: oh you also have a daughter?

Sheetal: yap why are you so shocked, I have a 5years daughter.

Me: Well looking at you I never thought you must be a mother of 5yrs daughter. You seem to have maintained yourself a lot.

Sheetal: thanks for the compliment, (Just blushed) then she asked me why didn’t I get married?

Me: well I first wanted to have my own house before getting married. No as I have purchased a flat, maybe by 2018 I will get married.

Sheetal: Sounds nice.

Me: Thanks.

By this time we arrived at Lonavala Food Mall. And our bus was going too halted there for some time.

So we both got down. As I got down I saw her carefully. She was average looking not too fat nor to slim must be around 30years of age with average figure of 34-30-36. She was wearing a blue jeans with black top, her hairs were open. While observing her beauty I went to washroom thinking about her and even she went to ladies washroom. I was thinking of: should I ask her for tea / coffee or some wadapav n all. After coming out I saw she was not yet back, so I just lit my cigarette and waited nearby. After few minutes she came out, saw me smoking cigarette and gave a small smile. I immideatly. Threw my cig and went behind her near food mall counter. But before I could offer her anything she herself asked me would you like to have coffee, I said yes I will take it, what about you what would you like to have, and she said even I will take coffee. So I removed money and gave it at counter. But she said it’s okay I will pay. But I said no its okay, its up to me. Then we took our coffee from counter and came out and stood near our Volvo bus sipping our coffee. While waiting she asked me how often do I smoke. I said I smoke frequently. And then I asked her don’t you like it? She said no nothing like that, actually even I use to smoke in my college days. So I just asked her would you like to do it now. She looked here & there and said okay. I immediately. Lit a cigarette and offered it to her, while having coffee she said it’s been to long she had smoked. Maybe after her honeymoon she is smoking today. I just smiled and said so its reminding you about your honeymoon. She just gave a naughty smile, and we both got into the bus.

After entering the bus I asked her, if you don’t mind can I know why did you apply for the divorce?

Sheetal: well ours was a arranged marriage, n my hubby is around 10years older to me. He is land lord type person and use to treat me like a servant as I was from a middle class family. Initially I ignored his insults and all but even after the baby was born he Kadıköy Escort became more aggressive. He started shouting and even beating me for small-small things and that too in front of anyone. Also I came to know that while I was pregnant he again started to go to prostitute’s n all.. One day I found him red handed with our maid servant n scolded him, but instead of being silent he started to beat me there in front of maid and asked me to join them and then we had a big quarrel and I left his home and came back to my parents .

Me: sorry to hear that. I seriously hate people who hit their wife. One should never hit any lady for any reason.

Sheetal: hmm, maybe he was not worth the relation. He was just a sex starved person who uses to treat me like a slave.

Me: It’s okay, after every night there has to be a day. Don’t worry everything will be okay.

Sheetal: Hope so, but that’s not easy you know. It’s really tough for me to manage things.

Me: means what, are your parents supporting you?

Sheetal: off course they are, but being a divorced lady people see me in a very different way. Also it gets difficult to manage money as my dad is a retired person, I need to take care of myself and also of my daughter.

Me: hmm, how much you earn right now.

Sheetal: I get approx 23000 in hand.

Me: too Tough to manage.

Sheetal: I know.

Then there was silence for few minutes. And then she said can you help me in anyway

Me: it will be my pleasure helping you, but what can I do for you.

Sheetal: well you earn 20-25000 daily can you help me out with your 1days income.

Me: it’s not that I get 15-20000 daily, sometimes even I m in loss.

Sheetal: But still see if you can help me out with some cash, it will be of great help to me. It will be easy to manage my life.

Me: well I don’t mind paying you, I may think over it, but what’s my benefit in it. We hardly know each other.

Sheetal: ( With a sad face) See I can do something for you in return if you want.

Me: means what exactly?

Sheetal: (In a very low voice) came near to my ears and said we can spend some good time together, and I will give you good pleasure.

Me: Well frankly thanks but I am not used to take paid pleasure, I mean I have never ever done it with anyone else rater then my ex-girlfriend. I am scared of going outside.

Sheetal: Even I am not used to it, I am not a prostitute but you seem to be a good guy, your bachelor and I thought if we could mutually agree to help each other we can have good and healthy relation with no strings attached. I will get my money and also satisfaction. After all staying without partner is difficult.

Me: well I don’t mind I am scared of it. & also I stay in Vashi & you stay Ümraniye Escort in Pune how can we keep our relationship going on.

Sheetal: See if you want we can mutually decide date and time and meet up.

Me: okay let’s do it. How much will you take for 1 night?

Sheetal: hey please don’t speak like that , I am not a slut. I am in need of money for my daughter’s money and that’s why I want to do it

Me: hey sorry, but I don’t mean to insult you, all I want to know is how much burden will it be on me…

Sheetal: Give whatever you want, I won’t ask anything else then whatever you give me. But you have to make sure you won’t share my name, number with anyone else, & also you will maintain the privacy.

Me: Off course I will, what am I going to get harassing you, and by the way I don’t even have your number yet.

Sheetal: oh yes, take my number but remember don’t call me every now and then, just whatsapp me, I will reply to your message whenever possible.

Me: okay dear don’t worry.

Then we exchanged our numbers meanwhile my stop was about to arrive, so I told her I want to go.

Sheetal: how much time will it take for you to get free?

Me: approx a hour or so.

Sheetal: so what’s your plan after that?

Me: well nothing much, you say what plans you got tonight?

Sheetal: Well nothing much, tomorrow is Saturday so I have a off. If you want we can spend some time together tonight…

Me: well that’s a great idea but I don’t have that much of cash with me right now and also I kept my credit card at my office only as I didn’t had any special plans for tonight.

Sheetal: Don’t worry about that, you can do pay tm on my number.

Me: Well it needs a 3 digit pin to transfer the amount, which I don’t have right now.

Sheetal: Are don’t worry, do it tomorrow, if you want give me the cash next time whenever we meet.

Till then my stop came so she said: wait even I will get down here only.

Me: okay great, after getting down from the bus I said I will pay her the amount after reaching Mumbai.

Sheetal: I said its okay, though money is important for me but your company seems to be more interesting then it. Frankly, after quiet long time I got so opened up with someone, I really want to enjoy it.

Me: Well it will be my pleasure to accompany you. But first let me finish my work, then I am all yours dear.

Sheetal: Great, Can you stay here tonight, if yes then I will tell at home that my work is not complete and advocate wants some signs so I will be waiting in Mumbai at friends house and will come tomorrow.

Me: (as I had sat off) I said yes, I don’t mind staying here as it is I am having off on sat-Sunday.

Sheetal: She just smiled and said okay then you carry on with your work and I will wait for you at CCD or MC-Donald’s, Call me once you get free.

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