“I was afraid you’d never speak to me again, Edie.”

David ran a hand down my arm and a shiver followed behind, sending goosebumps popping across my skin.

“I don’t know what possessed me to take a risk like that.”

He looked at me carefully. I waited, heart beating hard. It seemed to take ages from the time he began to bend toward me until his lips touched mine. I thought, in that seemingly endless interval, I would faint from anticipation and disbelief.

It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, nothing like the kiss from a month before, the kiss I hadn’t been able to get out of my head, the kiss that had left me rubber-kneed, breathless, and longing for more. His lips touched mine softly, and he stood for a few heartbeats without any kind of advance. Was he waiting for my response? I didn’t want him to doubt my desires, but my brain was moving too slowly to react before he drew back.

“Is this really what you want?” He reached his hand up to touch my cheek with his fingertips. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice level.

“Because, I know what I want, Edie.” He ran his palm over my cheek. “I know what I want, and it’s not entirely appropriate. Not at all appropriate, in fact.”

My heart jumped. I swallowed and wondered where all the air had gone.

“When I kissed you, you kissed me back. I wasn’t imagining that, was I?”

I felt suddenly lightheaded and overheated as his hand slid down my cheek and over my neck, but managed to shake my head.

“It was a very sexy kiss, too,” he said.

It seemed unreal, impossible, but it was happening—David was touching me, advancing on me, using words so provocative and enticing they took my breath away.

“Have you ever been with a man older than you?”

I shook my head.

“But you’re curious.”

It was a statement, not a question.

“I am,” I managed to say. My heart was pounding in my ears. His hand felt like fire on my skin as he paused before leaning toward me again. I watched him draw nearer and closed my eyes before his mouth reached mine, almost afraid to believe I wasn’t dreaming.

I felt the heat of his lips and held my breath for the few seconds he paused, his mouth pressed to mine. He drew back enough to speak, his lips brushing against mine, his breath hot. “I’m curious too,” he said softly and then he kissed me again. Once I shook the disbelief from my mind I kissed him back, reaching out to put my hand on his chest to steady myself.

At first he kissed me gently, his hand light against my cheek. It seemed like he was giving me the chance to retreat. But I didn’t. He kissed me again with more intensity and intention, slipping his other hand to my waist. Then his mouth opened against mine and my hand on his chest became a fist, clutching the fabric of his shirt as a shiver ran through me.

I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds after he’d pulled away. Part of me expected to open my eyes and find I was standing alone—that the kiss had just been one of the countless fantasies I’d had for so long—but when I did, he was looking down at me, his eyes soft and searching.

“Still curious?” he whispered.

I looked at him and had to force my voice to work. “Yes.”

He stroked my cheek and leaned in again, curving his fingers around my jaw. He tilted my head back slightly and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. I closed my eyes and a moment later, I felt the heat of his mouth on mine again. My breath caught in my chest, my heart throbbed, and then another second later his tongue split my lips and I gasped.

He kissed me and he held my chin in his hand, firmly, drawing me upward as if he would lift me from my feet. He kissed me deeply, gently forcing my mouth open as he did and I shuddered with pleasure and surprise. His tongue searched for mine, teasingly retreating so that when I followed and my tongue slipped between his lips he trapped it with his teeth. I whimpered as my pussy pulsed and shivers ran through my whole body.

He drew back enough to look at me for a second, checking my reaction. His eyes blazed with intensity, so much it made me shiver again, and then his mouth was on mine once more. I was in a state of over-excitement and found myself making little animal noises I couldn’t control.

He kissed me with increasing passion, his teeth clashing against mine. He bit my lip and I yelped. He sucked it, and I moaned. He covered my mouth with his, holding me firmly by the chin so that I was forced to take desperate breaths through my nose until he finally released me, his hand sliding softly down my throat as he straightened his back.

I wobbled on my heels, but David held me steady. My heart was pounding in a panicky rhythm. I took quick, shallow breaths and felt with some confusion that my eyes were stinging with tears. When I tried to say something, all that came from my mouth was a long, tremulous Ohh.

I’d never felt anything that intense before, I’d never imagined a kiss could do that to me, and I never dreamed David Maltepe Escort would be that forceful. I’d been frightened for a moment, when his teeth had closed over my lip, but the fear had quickly been engulfed by the surges of pleasure and excitement that rolled through me, and now there was nothing but a throb of desire—one steady pulse in my neck, my chest, and between my legs. I looked at him and felt the tears in my eyes; I was dazzled.

David had kissed me—kissed me hard, with passion, with obvious lust. It hadn’t been what I’d imagined—he’d always been a calm and gentle person, I’d never even seen him lose his temper, so to have him kiss me so intensely left me confused—but I was undeniably turned on.

“I think I should feel ashamed of myself, but I don’t. My feelings aren’t perverted. Not abnormally so, anyway.” He smiled and twirled his index finger around a dark curl hanging near my face. He tugged it gently, letting it go to watch it spring back into shape. “I promise I never looked at you like this until this year, certainly never when you were younger. Do you believe me when I say that?”

He looked at me carefully again, eyes jumping over my face, his brow drawn slightly. I had to swallow before I could answer.

“I believe you,” I said quietly.

“But now I can’t look at you without wanting to touch you.” He stepped closer and put his hands on my waist. “Do you trust me, Edie?”

Something in his expression made me pause. “I do,” I said after a second.

“Because there are so many things I want to do with you,” he said. He pulled me toward him again so that our bodies touched and then one hand slid from my waist up my side, his thumb brushing along the underside of my breast. “There are so many ways I want to touch you, and pleasure you.”

My heart beat faster than ever and my head swam. He looked at me with such focus I couldn’t blink. I held still as his hand slid purposefully over my breast, his fingers closing to hold the curve within his palm.

“Is that what you want too?”

“Yes.” My voice was a whisper, all my breath was gone. I wanted it, whatever he wanted, I wanted it too.

The sound of a car door shutting made me jump and push him away. It was Jeremy. Or Ben. It had to be. What would they think? Would they wonder why I was here alone? Would they guess how I felt? I put my hand over my jumping heart and looked toward the window, praying we hadn’t been seen.

David turned and walked to the kitchen door after giving me an amused, but slightly guilty look. He pulled it open, stepping out onto the porch. I stood rooted to the spot, my heart loud in my ears. When Ben stepped through I could tell by his expression he hadn’t seen a thing, and that he didn’t find it odd I was here—alone with his dad—I’d spent so much of the last ten years at their house I was practically family.

“Hey, E,” he said as he crossed the room and gave me a quick hug. “How are ya?”

I hugged him back, feeling a confusion of emotions. I was genuinely happy to see him, I was relieved he hadn’t seen his dad’s hand on my breast, but the relief was laced with guilt. And Ben knew me so well I was worried he’d see in my expression that I was hiding something.

If he noticed, he didn’t let on, and a moment later David and Ben’s older brother Jeremy stepped through the door. We exchanged our hellos and sat in the kitchen for a little while talking, settling into an old, familiar routine. I found I couldn’t look at David, couldn’t bring my eyes to meet his. I was jumpy and distracted the whole time we were chatting. I could see Ben looking at me funny, and I decided I should go before he got around to asking what was wrong.

I made my excuses—said I was tired because I worked late last night—and headed for the door.

“Can you come for dinner, E?” Ben asked.

“No, not tonight.” I shook my head as I slipped on my jacket. “My mom’s going in to work at nine, so I can come over after.”

“Awesome. I can kick your ass at Scrabble.”

Ben’s bright eyes stirred the guilt inside me. To him, everything was like it had always been and this was just another weekend at home with his dad, his brother, and his best friend. We’d play Scrabble and talk and laugh like we always did, and he’d have no idea about the throb between my legs and all the things his dad had said to me, all the things I was thinking.

“As if,” I replied with as much sass as I could manage, and closed the door behind me.

Ben was my best, best friend. Nobody meant more to me than Ben. We’d been inseparable since the second grade when he, his brother and their dad moved into the neighborhood, and had remained close ever since. We were currently 200 miles apart at different schools, but we still kept in close contact—phone calls a couple of times a month and endless text messages back and forth.

If one of us was going home for the weekend, the other would try to make it too, so we did manage to see each other once a month at the least. This weekend in particular Anadolu Yakası Escort Ben had come home to go to a wedding, and even though we’d only get to hang out for one day, I’d immediately switched my work schedule around so I could see him.

Although I had other reasons for wanting to come home, too.

Ben and I told each other everything, we always had. He knew all my fears and hopes, what mortified me and what I cared about most. He also knew my entire sexual history—every boy I’d ever had a crush on, kissed, dated, or slept with. We might have been attracted to each other at some point during adolescence, but nothing ever happened—we were too much like brother and sister for romance to develop.

I had my own family, of course—an older sister, my mom and her boyfriend—but I felt more a part of a family when I was at Ben’s house. I was always welcome and since my mom worked in the evenings, I spent a lot of time there after school.

But I was always a little on the outside. David and his sons were very close. His wife had died suddenly when the boys were in grade school, and the three of them bonded intensely within the grief that followed, growing closer as a result. There was a strong sense of responsibility in their family, and David held his sons to high standards, both in terms of personal achievement and social behavior. They were dedicated students and athletes, driven and focused in any task they were set, and you couldn’t find two more polite and helpful boys anywhere.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with my mom, but I was in a constant state of distraction. I couldn’t get David’s words out of my head, and every so often all the sensations of David’s kisses would flood my brain and overwhelm me. The desire to be near him, to be kissed and touched again pulsed like a flame inside me.

It wasn’t much better at their house. We played Scrabble, we joked around, but I was agitated, distracted, and so turned on I could feel the wetness between my legs every time I shifted in my seat. I avoided David’s gaze, but when I looked at his sons I saw his features—the same long proportions, fine blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. I ended up going home earlier than I might have because I couldn’t stand the tension any longer. I’d claimed to be tired earlier, but now I was exhausted.

David was waiting at the door when I approached it. He met my eyes and I felt it to my toes—his desire, his lust.

“Come by tomorrow,” he said. For a second my heart jumped—he’d said it loud enough Ben could have heard—but it was a simple and perfectly normal invitation to anyone listening. What wasn’t spoken was understood by us; he’d be alone. Both boys would be out for the night. He’d be alone. We’d be alone, together.

“OK,” I said, hoping I managed to sound casual, normal.

He opened the door and as I passed by, he touched my arm lightly. I looked at him and he said, in a softer voice, “Bring your curiosity.” And then I was through the door, stunned and thrilled and scared all at once.

The next day my mom and I went shopping in the afternoon and then had dinner out together. Usually I liked the time we spent together, but my mind was elsewhere the whole time. Time seemed to drag endlessly, painfully, and all the while I was strung tight inside, full of anticipation, desire, and uncertainty. It seemed a foregone conclusion; if I went to David’s tonight, we’d have sex. The idea sent a thrill of panic through me, and left me with a warm feeling of arousal.

I took a long time getting ready to go over, getting more and more turned on by the second. I hadn’t brought anything home to wear that was really nice—just jeans and knit tops—and the only clothes still in my closet were too dressy to wear. I would have liked to have had a skirt at least, but in the end I had to settle for simplicity: white cotton bra and panties, a long-sleeved dark blue top, and jeans. I spent the most time on my hair and scrutinizing myself in the mirror.

I’d always been petite, it was a trait that ran in my family, none of the women on my mother’s side were taller than 5’2″. I was thin, too, and more or less pleased with my body. My mom had made a point of teaching her daughters to love what they had, not compare themselves to others. I sometimes thought my breasts were too small, but I had friends with big breasts who complained about it being uncomfortable, so in the end I was happy to be small. None of my boyfriends had minded.

When I was a kid my hair had always been a mess. It was long, dark, and curly with a tendency to go frizzy. I’d had an arsenal of clips, headbands, ponytail ties, and styling products to keep it in check and was thrilled when I finally found a stylist who knew how to cut it so my curls fell naturally and softly around my face. I wore it long, I always had, just past my shoulders. I considered it my best attribute.

“See you in the morning, honey,” my mom called up the stairs. I listened through the rumble of the garage door and the silence that followed İstanbul Escort as she left for work, and my heart started beating faster.

Finally.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and left for David’s.

It took all of ten seconds for me to get from my back door to David’s. Our back yards met at a line of apple trees. There wasn’t even a fence between, just a row of trees and the wooden trellises at the back of my mom’s garden. As I passed under the low tree branches, I remembered the first kiss—it had been here, late at night, David had walked me out the door and to the edge of his property and kissed me. One soft kiss, and one a little more passionate. He’d looked at me, told me he thought I was beautiful, and kissed me one more time, leaving me shaking from the rush of sensation and emotion. And now, here I was again.

The kitchen was dark, but there was a light on in the living room beyond. I knocked softly then pushed the door open like I had ten thousand times in my childhood. David appeared in the doorway from the living room and flicked the overhead light, moving toward me.

“Hi,” I said, but it came out like a question.

He smiled, crossed the room and reached for my jacket. I blushed and took it off, handing it to him as I looked away. While he hung it on a hook by the door, I quietly slipped my shoes off and stood, unable to look at him. Suddenly, I was feeling shy and unsure of myself. He reached for my hand and I let him lead me across the room. He turned around to face me just as we’d gone half way, and I looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes again.

“Hi,” he said quietly. I laughed, my tension eased a little, and a moment later, he took my face in his hands and without another word, bent and kissed me. I panicked for a moment, overwhelmed, and then I reached up to put both my hands on chest, willing myself to relax and enjoy the kiss.

For a long time we kissed tenderly, his hands eventually moving to rest lightly at my waist. I felt my body growing warmer and lighter as our mouths met and parted in a languorous series of movements, lost in the fluidity of pleasure.

When he drew back and looked at me again there was so much affection in his face I felt my heart swell.

“You know I love, you. Right?” He asked.

I nodded. He’d never said it, but it was something I knew. I knew he cared about me like he cared about his own kids.

“And you trust me? Right?”

“Yes,” I said. I answered but, like yesterday when he’d asked me, something about his expression made me pause, gave me a feeling I couldn’t name. I was still trying to decipher it when his hands returned to my face and once more he held it in a firm grip, bringing his mouth to mine. I made a noise of surprise as his tongue immediately slid between my lips. I recovered a second later, kissing him back, and our kisses grew rapidly greedier, more urgent.

Between the surges of pleasure I felt, the throb of my heart in my ears and the realization of what was happening, I couldn’t think. David’s hands were everywhere, no longer gentle, but grabbing and clutching me roughly. I felt caught in a current as his physical advances pushed me backward and his hands found and undid the fasteners on each article of clothing I was wearing, his quick caresses less about pleasure than contact.

I jumped when I felt the solidity of a wall behind me. Somehow we’d crossed the room while we’d been kissing and now stood at the doorway between the kitchen and living room. David pressed me against the door frame, his mouth at my throat. His hands slid under my shirt, up my sides, and I automatically raised my arms as he stripped the fabric off and let it fall to the floor. My bra was already undone in the back, the straps slipping down my shoulders. He wasted no time removing it and bringing his mouth lower. He kissed his way across the top of one breast and swiped his tongue across my nipple. I gasped. Meanwhile his hands were at my hips pushing my jeans lower, his thumbs hooked into the thin fabric of my panties. I gasped again as his tongue found my other nipple and held onto his shoulders as he ducked down to draw my legs from my jeans.

It had all happened so fast, I was out of breath from surprise as much as arousal. I’d fantasized about this so many times, but I’d never expected him to be so lusty.

He trailed his hands along my body as he straightened up, his eyes following, taking in the sight of my naked body. He kissed me again and I awkwardly put my arms around his neck as his hands slowly roamed over my hips and ass then up over my breasts. He was moving slower now, and his touch was turning me on so much I had to pull my mouth from his to catch my breath.

He smiled, took both my hands in his and raised them up above my head. He leaned and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. I felt his hands on my wrists and realized, when he brought his hand down to my face, that he’d taken both my wrists and pinned them to the door frame with his hand. I looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled a wolfish smile and dragged his hand down my throat, over my breast and stomach, where he turned his wrist, angling his fingers toward the floor, and without a pause slid his whole hand over my sex, his fingers curling to rest between my thighs.

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This is another in my “(insert name) Birthday” series. You can find the earlier ones by looking for stories with “Birthday” in the title in my little corner of this site. In this episode, the boss pawns off his niece on Mr. Marcus, whose self control and zipper are strained to their limits. “Just sit on the copier, my dear, so I’ll have something to remember you by.”

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The phone on my office desk rang. At home, there’s a race to see who’ll pick it up first, me or my daughter. Here, it’s no contest.

“Marcus speaking.”

“Harvey, this is Madeline in Mr. Tashun’s office. He want’s to see you right now.”

Tashun is my boss’s boss’s boss’s … well, you get the idea. I thought I was just another anonymous middle manager. Now Tashun was asking for me. Maybe this won’t be such a bad day after all. On the ride up to the top floor, I daydreamed reasons why Tashun would want to see me. Reviews are coming up. Perhaps there’s an opening in upper-middle management and I’m in line for a promotion. Madeline sat at a desk outside the big man’s suite.

“Mr. Marcus? Go right in.”

I recognized Tashun’s face from a company-wide internal video broadcast last year. On TV, he was tall, grey, distinguished, cool under the hot camera lights. In person he was nervous, pacing, with visible sweat on his forehead.

“Marcus. Good to see you again.”

We’d never met. You don’t tell someone of Tashun’s level they’ve made a mistake.

“Yes. Me too.”

“May I introduce my niece Randi?”

His arm directed my eyes across the large room to a young lady sitting in a chair next next to a large credenza. My first impression were of her legs, since they were exposed all the way up. Only sitting cross-legged kept her panties hidden behind touching thighs. One high heel dangled from her toe. She stood. I tried not to stare, to see if she’d expose herself as she uncrossed her legs. She was a pro. Not a fraction of an inch revealed itself as she slid her legs apart. She was next to me before I realized it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marcus.”

I shook her outstretched hand, warm and dainty, with shimmering nail polish.

Tashun’s voice redirected my attention. “Marcus, Randi comes to visit me every year during Bring Your Daughter To Work Week. You know my wife and I don’t have any children?”

I nodded as if we were best buddies and I knew the details of his personal life.

“My brother sends Randi as a favor.” He wiped the sweat from his brow with a hanky already wet from repeated use. Something had this pillar of business on the ropes. “I have a very important meeting out of the building. No guests allowed.” He nodded his head towards Randi.

I took that as an excuse to take another look. Her hands were behind her back, forcing her chest out. I was looking across the tightly stretched material for nipple bumps when I felt the hand on my upper arm.

“Marcus! I’m putting you in charge of Randi for the day.”

I grinned. Randi grinned back and licked her lips.

Tashun moved closer and whispered. “Find something for her to do, Ataşehir Escort to pass the time. Anything at all. But stay away from her. Do you understand?”

He backed off and I nodded, my eyes shifting to take another look at the off limits temptation. Randi was as volatile as any of my daughter’s friends and more mature, by the looks of it. Yes, I could get into serious trouble with Randi. No, I wouldn’t. It was an order.

She followed me out of Tashun’s office. There was a large sigh of relief behind us before the door closed.

“What are we going to do, Mr. Marcus? That’s so formal. What’s your first name?”

“Harvey. And you are going to do some very important filing.”

“Filing?” I got my first experience of Randi’s pout. “I’d rather hang with you, Harvey. I bet you could teach me some things.” Now it was Randi’s hand on my arm, stroking instead of grabbing.

Tashun’s words echoed in my head as we entered the elevator for a quick ride down to the fifth floor. The sign read RECORDS. I led Randi into a storage room filled with file cabinets and tables stacked with papers.

“All of these need filing. Each document has an account number. The file cabinets are all labelled. You’d be doing us a big favor if you’d care for these.”

Randi’s absorbing smile was gone. She twisted a ringlet of long brown hair around one finger. “After I care for these, maybe we can do something together?”

I replaced that thought with the belief that no one could get all of those documents filed in the time allotted.

“You can use the phone on the wall to call me if you have any problems. Extension 769. And feel free to take a break whenever you need one. There’s a coffee room and a snack machine down the hall we came in.”

Randi took three steps in, her back to me. “What about those?” She raised an arm and pointed to a set of boxes piled on top of the file cabinets that reached all the way to the ceiling.”

With an arm lifted, Randi’s skirt went higher. The bottom curves of two smooth ass cheeks distracted me. Not a hint of material divided her buttocks. The storage room was getting very warm.

“Harvey! Those, up there.”

I felt my face flush as I lifted my head. “No, leave those alone. They’re older, mostly obsolete.” I turned and exited, forcing myself not to take one last look. “Have fun.”

The day slid away like most of them do. I even forgot about Randi, until my phone rang at a minute to quitting time.

“Marcus speaking.”

“Harvey. I’m stuck! Please, come quickly.” It was Randi’s voice, in a panic. I jumped from my chair and took the stairs down, two at a time. I was perspiring and gasping for breath as I entered the filing room. What I saw gave me no relief. Randi was standing on a stepstool, both arms above her head, holding a precarious stack of cardboard boxes from falling down and injuring her. I stood frozen, admiring her long shapely legs and exposed butt.

“Well, are you going to help me or not?” She shifted in her heels on the thin step, the object of my attention wiggling side to side, inviting me closer.

No! Tashun would have my head if I tried anything at all. Even the slightest bad report from Randi and my career was toast.

“Let me see…” I climbed the stepladder, stopping one rung below where her heels wobbled. “Maybe we can push the boxes up if we do it together …” My body was pressed against hers as I reached up to share the load. She wasn’t helping, pushing her derriere back against the lump in my trousers.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.” I swallowed hard.

One of hands was no longer keeping the threat at bay. It was on my crotch.

“That’s not nothing. That’s something! Let’s give it some breathing room …” I felt the tug on my zipper.

“Randi, stop it!”

She twisted and bent my penis until it was exposed. Her hand stroked it as it throbbed. Acıbadem Escort My arms were getting tired. The fact that they were above my head caused the blood to flow from them. Some of that blood had found an inconvenient location to collect.

“You’re the boss’s niece, for cripes sake. The big boss, at that.”

“Not as big as this! If employees at this stupid company had jobs based on penis size, you’d be CEO and my uncle would be cleaning toilets.”

“How do you know so much about your uncle’s privates?” It was a fair question.

“Last year, he took care of me himself.”

Tashun fucked Randi last year? And he’s got a dinky dick? This was way too much information.

“I don’t know why, this year he pawned me off on some low level flunkee. No offense.” She apologized by squeezing my erection with both hands.

At least I was a flunkee with a big cock. With both of her hands on my exposed organ, the responsibillity of keeping the potential avalanche at bay was mine alone. My arms were fatigued. We were in jeopardy.

“Are you going to help me here?” I asked.

“Okay.” She kicked off her heels and jumped down from the stepladder. The precarious stack wobbled as my weight shifted from her departure.

“Wow, it looks even bigger than it feels.”

One of her hands stoked my erection while the other dove beneath her skirt.

“I meant with these boxes!”

“You don’t how horny I am. Since my uncle is such a bad lay, I’ve been frustrated all year.”

I didn’t ask why she didn’t have sex with some willing young man. Given her looks, they would have been lined up to the horizon. A whisp of material came down her thighs from beneath the skirt. When she stood, it floated to the floor.

“Randi, these boxes are awfully heavy…”

“Just a minute. I just have to see this cock up close.”

I felt her hot breath. One finger traced the length of it, balls to tip. It jumped, touching her face.

“Mmm.” Her mouth formed an “O” and surrounded the head. Her tongue flitted around, teasing the most sensitive areas. It was a race to see what would happen first: cumming or getting pummeled with paper.

“Randi, get back up here!”

She let the tip of my penis slip from the damp cavern of her mouth. “All right.”

She climbed back up on the stepstool. With one leg raised, her bare pussy was exposed. She mounted the stepstool facing me.

“I don’t know if my arms could have held out another minute. A kiss for my hero.” She moved her face close to mine.

“That’s not -” The thought was stifled by her tongue in my mouth. My erection bounced with added enthusiasm.

“Turn around and help me push these back. I don’t know if I hold them back much longer.”

“Sure.” She returned to her former position. My leaking cock found its way between her thighs, which were slightly spread.

“Now get your arms up and help.”

“One thing first.”

I felt her fingers wedging me into the outer folds of her cunt.

“Randi, what are you doing?”

“What we both want, Harvey.”

“But your uncle -“

“He’ll never know.” She leaned back, taking a couple of inches. “Oh, it’s like being a virgin all over again.”

The danger of being buried alive under years of forms kept distracting me from Randi’s sexual advances.

“Now will you help me?”

Her arms came up next to mine.

“Now push!” I leaned forward. The boxes wobbled. Randi moaned as she got another inch. The pushing was hard, penetration harder.

“Again!” she cried.

I went up on my toes, to get more distance.

“Ooooh, God! You’re splitting me open!”

“I think we can stabilize them if we push the top box shifted back. Ready?”

“Oh yes, Harvey, I’m ready.”

Randi moved her feet apart so I could get closer. More of my erection slid forward.

“Randi, concentrate on İstanbul Escort the boxes. A couple of pushes and maybe we rock them back.”

We began a swaying motion, up and back. Concentrating at our progress with the threat kept my mind off the vigorous fucking Randi was getting.

“Push ’em back, push ’em back, waaaaay back,” she chanted.

With one great shove, the tower of ancient records stabilized, leaning back on the wall.

“Great! We did it.” My arms were finally resting at my sides.

“But we’re not done yet,” she said. Randi garbbed my hands and brought them up to her breasts. “Finish the job, Harvey, or I will tell my uncle.”

Just what I needed – blackmail! Since I’d already gone this far, bringing her off was the least I could do. As long as I didn’t shoot my load in her, I was okay with this. I slid my hands up her blouse, catching her nipples between my fingers.

“Hang on, Randi.”

“Give me your best shot, studly.”

I thrust my hips up and back. The slurping sound of sex juices orchestrated our mating. I let one hand slide down her torso, under her skirt, searching for her sex nub.

“Oh, yes, that’s the spot.”

Randi’s movements became exaggerated. The stepstool rocked vigorously beneath us.

“I’m so close, Harvey. Don’t stop. Oh, what a terrific birthday present!”

Birthday? The liquid in my balls bubbled. My scrotum tightened. No, not another one! I withdrew my hips, to decouple before there was an accident. Randi put her hands on my ass, preventing my retreat.

“Oh no you don’t! You’re not leaving me all horny like my uncle did. You’re going to finish the job proper.”

Randi pulled me forward, driving my erection in her cunt.

“That’s it. I could use a little enthiusiasm here.”

I squeezed her tits and resumed our rocking motion, this time for a completely different purpose.

“That’s right. Oh my God, this is so much better than my uncle!”

The miniature ladder swayed each time I lunged forward and Randi bent to receive it. I had to hold onto her hips to keep from falling off our unsteady perch. Her squats came down on my erection harder and harder.

“I felt something pop.”

“I think I’m in your womb.” I had penetrated as far as someone could, plus a little.

“That feels funny. Good, but funny.”

“I’m rubbing against your cervix.”

She was repeating the motion. over and over.

“Ooh, it’s driving me crazy! I’ve never felt this hot.”

I was hot and hard. The tip of my erection was getting a marvelous massage. Randi was rubbing me the right way. “Great, Randi. But I don’t want to cum in you.”

“Don’t stop yet. I’m almost there.” Her moaning continued.

Why do these women take me to my absolute limit? My balls rumbled with a familiar tingling.

“Randi, I have to pull -“

With our next movement, the stepstool collapsed with no warning. I landed on my ass, legs spread in front of me, arms behind. Randi remained connected, her landing driving my prick deep inside.

“Oooh, Harvey!” Randi shook, her cunt clamped tightly on my dick. I couldn’t prevent the first spurt, nor the ones that followed. She collapsed, leaning back on my chest. “That was marvelous!”

“So no report to your uncle?”

“Are you kidding? Only to tell him how hot and sexy you are.”

“Randi!”

“Just kidding. My lips are sealed.” She rose from her sitting position.

Cum leaked on my pants from her puffy red cunt lips. I stood and put my tool back in my pants. “I guess we’re done here.”

“Unless you want to go again?” She whipped her skirt up, exposing her bare, wet pussy.

“No, once was enough for this visit. Maybe next year?”

“If my uncle is still avoiding me, sure. Good night, then.” She walked to the doorway of the storeroom. “Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t get a bonus out of this assignment.”

As far as I was concerned, I’d already received it.

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An Original H M Tale

I’m running out! Please write and tell me what holidays or situations you’d like included in the series.

Copyright © 2002, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.

Tasha awoke the next morning. She instantly sat up in bed, wondering where she was. When she had fallen asleep, she had been on the couch. Now she was up in her bed. For one horrible second, she feared everything that had happened between her and Leo yesterday had all been a dream. She moved to get out of bed but a sharp pain between her legs instantly stilled her movements. Also the fact that she was naked also made her realize that something wasn’t right. The sharp burning sensation between her legs told her that it DID happen between her and Leo. She put a hand to her cheek as she remembered their passion. God, she had never felt so alive in her life. She frowned. Where was Leo now? A horrible thought came to mind. What if he had left? She rushed out of bed, this time ignoring the pain and grabbed her robe and headed downstairs. Tasha heard voices coming from the kitchen when she went downstairs. When she entered she saw her father and Leo sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Both of them turned to look at her. Her father scowled at her appearance (disheveled hair and a loose fitting robe) and Leo’s eyes darkened with arousal. “Morning,” Leo said.

Tasha held his gaze for a moment before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “Morning,” she managed to squeak out.

“Can you make some eggs?” her father said, simply.

“Um… sure,” responded Tasha. She held Leo’s eye as she walked by the table.

“So, what brings you here, Leo?” her father asked.

“I need a favor, Roger,” Leo said.

“What do you need?” said Tasha’s father, gruffly.

“I need you to get me a job at the plant,” Leo said.

Tasha’s father sighed. “I don’t know Leo….”

“Please Roger, I need the money,” said Leo, imploringly.

Roger looked at him for a minute before responding, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Leo smiled. Maltepe Escort “Great, thanks, Roger. You won’t regret it.”

Roger held a hand up. “I can’t promise anything now….”

“Whatever you do is great,” said Leo.

Roger stood up. Leo followed suit and stuck out his hand.

“Thanks for all your help, Roger,” Leo said, as he shook Roger’s hand.

“No problem, Leo,” he responded. He turned to Tasha, who was making eggs, “I’ve gotta go to work, I’ll be home late.”

Tasha nodded in response. Her father picked up his lunch pail and started for the door. Leo turned to follow but Roger said: “No, stay. Tasha will make you some eggs.”

Leo turned to Tasha. “You don’t mind?” His piercing

His gray/green eyes bored into hers. All Tasha could do was shake her head no.

Leo smiled at her. “Great thanks!”

Roger nodded at them both and headed out the door.

As soon as they heard the front door slam shut, Leo crossed the kitchen and took Tasha in his arms and kissed her passionately.

“God I thought he would never leave,” Leo said, when he broke the kiss.

Tasha blushed.

“How are you feeling this morning? Any regrets?” said Leo, fiddling with the knot on her robe.

“No. You?” responded Tasha.

Leo gave her a big smile. “None, sweetheart.”

“Did you wanna….” said Tasha.

“Do you?” asked Leo.

Tasha nodded slowly after a moment’s hesitation. That was all the encouragement Leo needed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly. Tasha wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

He pulled back from the kiss and cleared the kitchen table with one swipe of his hand, sending all the dished clattering to the floor. Tasha watched in shock as he lifted her onto the table and laid her down. He opened her robe Anadolu Yakası Escort and ran his hands along her body.

His lips found her nipple as she arched her back to meet him.

“God, baby you have such a sexy body,” he said. Tasha blushed as he brought his lips down to hers once more. His hand found its way between her legs. She felt his fingers stroking her pussy slowly, running along the lips. Tasha moaned and arched her hips to meet his hand, desperate to have him inside her.

Leo continued to tease her until Tasha begged him to take her. He slipped two fingers in and proceeded to finger fuck her hard and fast while biting and teasing her nipples.

Tasha felt herself loosing her grip on reality, just like the night before. She whimpered in pleasure as she surrendered to her body’s desires. She arched her back, trying to force his fingers into her deeper. Leo slipped down between her legs and wrapped his lips around Tasha’s clit and sucked it hard. This was her undoing. She released her building passion while crying his name in ecstasy.

He stood up and quickly unbuckled his jeans. He slid the down to his knees and pulled out his already hard cock. He grabbed Tasha and slowly turned her around so she was laying flat on the table with her legs touching the floor. Tasha bit her lip in apprehension. She couldn’t see what he was doing and this scared her and thrilled her at the same time.

She heard a foil package being ripped open and then she felt him approach her from behind. He rubbed his cock along her ass before finding her pussy and thrusting inside her quickly.

“Oh yea, ” he groaned. He slowly started to fuck her. Sliding his big cock in and out of her slowly, moaning about how good she felt. His thrusts started to rock the table. Tasha gripped the sides as Leo pounded himself İstanbul Escort into her.

She bit her lip but couldn’t help the yelps that escaped her every time when Leo thrust himself deeply into her. She heard his balls slapping against her as he proceeded to fuck her harder, ramming his length into her.

“Oh yea, baby. God you feel so good,” he moaned.

“Oh LEOOOO……” Tasha moaned.

He spanked her ass lightly, causing Tasha to shriek. “Oooooo” she said. She liked it.

His pressure on top of her was pushing her against the table. The scraping of her hard nipples against the table made her that much more excited. She felt his dick hitting a sensitive spot inside her each time he plunged into her warmth. Her moans got louder and louder as he pounded her towards her release.

“OH GOOODD LEOOO I’M GONNNAAA CUMMMMM,” she screamed.

“One more minute baby, let’s go together,” Leo said, breathing hard. Sweat was dripping off his brow as he continuously pounded her young body.

He felt her clench around his cock as he drove in deeply one more time and held himself there. He moaned loudly as he emptied himself into the condom as Tasha wiggled and squirmed and moaned and screamed underneath as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

Leo collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. They both basked in the afterglow of their passion for several minutes.

“Wow baby. You are fantastic,” Leo said. He frowned. “Are you okay? No soreness?”

Tasha caught her breath. “Nope. I’m all good.”

“Good. I was kind of rough,” he said. He slipped out of her and off of her. He disposed of the condom and the package. Tasha slid off the table and put her robe back on.

“Man I could a shower,” Leo said.

“Um… why don’t you go ahead and I’ll make you some more eggs,” said Tasha. His other eggs had long since burned on the stove.

Leo gave her kiss. “I could use someone to wash my back,” he said.

Tasha blushed. “Um… I.. oh.. okay,” she said.

Leo grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. “Great. You’ll wash mine and I’ll do yours.”

“When I was doing research for my PhD on dating couples, one of the interesting ironies I ran across were antithetical sayings. For instance, who hasn’t heard the old saw ‘birds of a feather flock together?’ Everyone, right? Then how do you explain this: ‘Opposites attract’?” He looked around and saw the typical reactions. Lots of smiles, some shrugs, a few nods.

“Can they both be true? Anyone? Casey? Care to venture a guess?”

Casey Easton was a 21-year old junior majoring in sociology. Even though jobs were scarce to impossible-to-find in her chosen field, she loved the study of human behavior both individually and in groups as well as learning in general. She particularly enjoyed Dr. Seth Carlson’s classes and this was the third course she’d taken from him in as many years.

Her freshman year, she had no idea who was who. She just knew she had to take Sociology 101, the introductory course, and he happened to be teaching a class that best fit the rest of her schedule. She didn’t know for a couple of weeks how interesting and thoroughly prepared he was let alone that he was one of a very few tenured professors who still taught undergraduate courses. What she did know was he was freakin’ gorgeous and that never hurt.

Her sophomore year she found a way to take another class with him even though it put a serious kink in her plans. She needed to work to pay her half of the rent as well as tuition, books and fees. Taking that class forced her to cut her hours back but she didn’t care because it was worth it just to be around ‘Dr. Dreamy.’

Seth Carlson noticed Casey on the first day of the first class three years ago, but who wouldn’t? In all the years he’d been either going to school or teaching, he’d only seen a handful of young women as attractive as her. He’d just started dating another bimbo in an endless string of them and as empty-headed as they were, that was all he wanted in a relationship. Whatever interest he might have had in Casey was sublimated into finding creative ways to bring her into as many classroom discussions as possible. This way, he could ‘get to know her’ without risking any kind of inappropriate behavior or hint of favoritism, let alone the thought of something he deeply dreaded—a commited relationship. The only thing worse was the ‘m’ word and Seth Carlson was not the marrying kind. He knew professors dated their students all the time, but it was still risky and fraught with all kinds of peril and he wasn’t going to risk his reputation on any student, not even one as beautiful as Casey.

“It seems to me we are somehow evolutionarily predisposed to accept ideas, which are often expressed as catchy little phrases, that at least make sense to us on some level. So we can readily agree that people who share many things in common logically fit together while also leaving room to acknowledge that people with totally opposing points of view or life interests can compliment one another. Just look at James Carville and Mary Matalin. Talk about opposites attracting, right?”

There were a few chuckles from those familiar with the unlikely pairing of a liberal Democrat and a very conservative Republican. Considering how long ago, Bill Clinton was president, there were even more “Huhs?” and “Who’s that” comments from those too young or ill-informed to know who they were. In spite of their being polar opposites, politically speaking, their marriage seemed to work.

“Insightful as always, Ms. Easton. But are both of them ‘true’?” he asked taking it to the next level.

She thought for a moment then said, “I try not to use words like truth, proof, or believe.” Every head had now turned to look at her and not just the guys who were constantly checking her out or hitting on her. “For instance, when someone asks me whether or not I believe in God, I tell them the better question is ‘what evidence is there to support God’s existence?’ If someone wants me to prove an argument I tell them I can’t because proof is for courtrooms and mathematics classes, so there again, I can only provide evidence for or against any given thing. Therefore I can’t tell you whether or not either statement is ‘true.’ I can only provide examples of both and offer an opinion as my conclusion.”

“Damn! That chick is smoking hot and smart as hell!” one of the male students said far too loudly. A few laughed and Casey just rolled her eyes.

“Uh, would you care to come up and finish teaching the class, Ms. Easton?” he said smiling. “I feel like I’ve just been taken to school by one of my students.” He saw her smiling back at him then shifted gears. “Okay, anyone else have any thoughts?”

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Casey dropped her book bag on the couch and looked at the clock. It was after 7pm and Caden still wasn’t home—again. She knew the shop was struggling, but this was getting ridiculous. He was leaving the house at 7am and getting home after eight or nine nearly every day. As much as that bothered her on Ataşehir Escort one level, she knew there was a reason for it. A new motorcycle shop had opened up just three blocks away and they were seriously undercutting his prices on parts and labor. It was part of a chain of stores that could afford to do that at any one given location until it ran its competition out of business. It would then typically swoop in, buy out the shop, and open a new franchise using the existing building which was ready to repair motorcycles after making a few cosmetic changes. It was a fantastic business model, unless of course, you owned the mom & pop shop getting run out of town.

She’d been at work or school all day herself and she still needed to make dinner and do homework. She rarely complained as she’d chosen this life for herself, but it was times like this that made her question her decisions.

Casey had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and she’d always loved going to school. Growing up, she’d been relatively sheltered by her two loving parents so when she finally got out from under their control her freshman year of college, she went a little wild. Nothing crazy. She didn’t go off the deep end by any means. She just wanted to try some new things. In the space of three months she’d lost her virginity (several times), got drunk for the first time (and hated it), smoked weed several times (and kind of like it), and met Caden Fields who, among other things, loved motorcycles. He not only loved riding them—fast—he loved working on them and he was good at it.

Caden had that James Dean look that said ‘dangerous’ and ‘I don’t care’ written all over him and from the first time he’d asked Casey to hop on, she was hooked. A month later, she moved into his tiny studio apartment in the University district while going to school full-time.

When her parents found out what she’d done, her father gave her an ultimatum. Move out and call it off or support herself. Spreading her wings of rebellion a little wider, she chose Caden and the checks stopped being deposited in her account.

That year, Caden was offered a job at bike repair shop and was making pretty decent money and managed to put a fair share of it away even as she started working as many hours a week as she could get in a coffee shop near their apartment.

The following year, one of his repeat customers asked him why he didn’t own the shop. ?”You’re good, Caden. You’re really good. In fact, you’re better than any of the other mechanics in here. Why not be your own boss?”

Caden thanked him then explained the reality of the situation in terms of money. Caden was shocked when the man agreed to help him work up a business plan and possibly even bankroll him if it looked plausible. Three months later he accepted the man’s offer and bought the place in spite of Casey’s deep reservations. After voicing them two or three times, she could tell this was his dream so she gave up resisting and became his biggest supporter.

He’d worked a lot of long hours that first year and he’d managed to keep the place afloat and occasionally even made a little money. But since the new shop opened up, he’d been hemorrhaging cash hand over fist. It seemed like no matter how much time and effort he put into the job, nothing ever got any better. As bad as that was, the worst thing about it for her was the way it affected both his behavior and his mood.

It was just after nine when he came home and Casey was nearly finished with a ten-page paper that was due the next day.

“Hey! How’d it go today?” she asked as she got up to kiss him hello.

“Shitty,” was all he said not kissing her back.

“Wanna talk about it?” she said following him.

“Not really,” he told her as he threw his greasy jacket on the couch. He knew that drove her crazy but she chose not to pick a fight.

“Can I get you something to eat?” she asked pleasantly.

“Nah, just bring me a beer, babe.”

Casey bristled at essentially being ordered to bring him a beer. She didn’t mind cooking for both of them, but this is where she usually drew the line. She grabbed one from the fridge, opened the bottle, and handed it to him. “Don’t ever tell me to bring you a beer again,” she said shoving it into his hands. “I’m sorry you had a bad day, but it isn’t exactly Disneyland in my world lately, either.”

She thought about asking him when the last time they’d made love was, but right now the last thing she wanted were his dirty, greasy hands pawing all over her. She went back to her paper and said, “If you change you mind, just let me know.”

After draining the first beer in a few short gulps, Caden grabbed another one and said, “I might have to sell the shop, babe.”

Casey stopped typing and said, “Is it really that bad?”

“Bad enough that my investor wants his money back. All of it.”

“What? This was his idea? What the hell?” she said with genuine incredulity.

“He knows the competition is killing us and it’s just a matter of time. Acıbadem Escort After the big hit we took when they opened up, we’ve dropped off 10-15% a month and it’s only getting worse. He wants his money back—all of it—before we lose everything.”

“God, Caden. That’s such bullshit! Are there any alternatives? Anything at all?”

He took another long pull and after belching loudly said, “Yeah. Actually there is. That’s why I was there so late tonight.”

She walked over to the couch, moved his dirty jacket, and sat down. “Tell me about it.”

“The guy who owns the new shop stopped by this evening just as I was leaving and made me an offer.”

“What kind of offer?”

He laid out the details leading Casey to say, “That would let you pay everything off with maybe a tiny bit left over. Is that what you want?”

“Hell, no!” he told her. “I want to own my own shop. But what I want and what’s possible don’t jive.”

“So what are you gonna do?” she asked him.

“He made me another offer, too,” he said finishing his second beer. “He said I could stay on as a mechanic.”

Casey tried not to sound excited knowing this had to be killing her boyfriend, but she also knew this was almost certainly the best deal he could possibly hope for. He’d be out from under the crushing weight of all the pressure and have a decent job again without having to file bankruptcy.

“What are your thoughts on that?” she asked still trying to be supportive.

“What choice do I have?” he snorted as he got up and grabbed another beer.

“So are you going to take it?”

“I guess so. It’s the only way I can pay back our investor because at this rate, we’ll be so far underwater in another week, bankruptcy will be the only option. So yeah, I’m takin’ the deal.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she told him. She tried to put her hand on his chest but he batted it away deeply hurting Casey’s feelings—again. She forced herself not to lash out and quietly went back over to the little table and tried to finish her paper but it was impossible to concentrate.

It was times like these she remembered what her dad told her when he tried to warn her about living with someone like Caden. “Honey, you’re one of the smartest young women I know and your future potential is truly unlimited. The only thing that can hold you back is you and the choices you make. I can’t live your life for you and I can’t impart lessons I’ve learned if you’re hellbent on learning them the hard way. I’ll just tell you there are guys you…have fun with…and then there are guys you marry. Caden is not the kind of guy a smart, well-educated, classy girl like you marries and yet, in spite of how smart you are, you refuse to accept that. I just hope you can get this out of your system and salvage the wreckage when it’s over before it’s too late.”

She’d started raising the same objections she’d done so many times before when he raised his hand and said, “Casey? You’re my daughter and I’ll always love you no matter what. But I will not continue to support you if you choose to make bad decisions. Especially life-alternating, bad decisions like living with a high-school dropout because he’s so different from all the other guys you’ve ever known. If you do understand that you’re on your own.” With that he walked away and they hadn’t spoken since. She occasionally got a call from her mom who couldn’t stand not sharing her life with her daughter, but other than that, she really had been completely cut off from her family. As much as that had hurt her, it hurt her even more to have to admit her father may have been right.

By the time she finished her paper, Caden was passed out drunk on the couch—again. Casey pulled a blanket up over him and went to bed alone—again—wondering when, or even if, things would ever get back to the way they used to be.

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“Good morning! Do you know where you’re working yet? If not I can show you if you’ll just tell me your name.”

Caden couldn’t believe how perky she was at 8 o’clock in the morning. His head was still pounding from all the beers he’d pounded the night before which had become pretty much his nightly routine since he decided to sell the shop. This was his first day as an employee, and he didn’t have the patience for this ditzy chick or her sing-song voice.

He pointed to his name which was sewn onto the new blue shirt he’d had to buy out of the sale of the shop and said, “Does that answer your question?”

“Oh! Okay. Hey? Are you the guy that used to own this place?” she said smiling sweetly at him.

“Yeah. That’s me all right. I’m the lucky guy.”

He turned to walk away and she said, “I’m Monica! Monica Anderson. If you ever need help with anything just ask me, okay? That’s what I’m here for!”

“Uh, right. I’ll be sure to do that,” he grumbled as he found his new work station.

Not twenty minutes later he was looking at the new work order İstanbul Escort form in front of him and had no idea how to fill it out. “What the hell does that mean?” he asked himself. It said, “TWB” and “TWE.” He laughed as he thought of three the only three initials that made sense to him: WTF.

He picked up the clipboard and walked back to the office and tapped on her door. “Oh, hi there again!” she said. He wondered if her smile was painted on. “How can I help you, Caden?”

“Oh, hey. Yeah, um, what do these abbreviations mean?” He pointed to them and handed the clipboard.

“Oh, those. Okay, well, TWB stands for ‘Time Work Began’ and TWE stands for ‘Time Work Ended’. That was easy. Anything else?”

“Uh, nope. That should do it.” Except it didn’t. He was back in her office several more times that morning just trying to make sense of these idiotic new forms. He shook his head thinking the new owner was gonna go out of business himself over excess administrative costs. He even laughed when he wondered if there were forms in the restroom now. Would he have to write down ‘Time Shit Began’ and ‘Time Shit Ended’?

“Somethin’ funny, Fields?” someone asked.

He turned around and saw the new general manager. Unlike the owner, who was a pretty decent guy, this guy was a prick. “Uh, no. Just figuring out the new paperwork, that’s all.”

“Paperwork is kickin’ your ass? Seriously? No wonder you couldn’t hold on to your shop. It’s all very simple, Fields.” He snatched the clipboard out of his hands and said, “If you’d take the time to flip the damn thing over you’d see all the abbreviations are right here on the back.” He stuck his fat finger on the codes then shoved it back at Caden. “Get to work. You’re being paid to fix bikes, not make a career out of filling out paperwork.”

He moved over to the next station and started tearing that guy a new asshole, too. “Jesus, what a fuckin’ dick,” he said out loud but not too loud.

Three days later Monica caught him just before his shift ended and said, “How’s this bike coming along?”

“Oh, hey. Um, just about done. Maybe fifteen more minutes.”

“I love this bike. It’s got the new upgraded engine in it, right?”

“Um, yeah. How did you know that?”

“I love motorcycles,” she said. “I always have. I’ve got a thing for fast cars, too.” She smiled at him again and said, “I’ve also got a thing for cute guys who like to ride and drive them.”

Caden asked her to hand him a 3/4″ socket and when she did he told her, “Just so you know, I’ve got a girlfriend I live with.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Caden noticed the ever-present smile faded and didn’t return. “Okay, then, I’ll um, let you get back to work.”

Casey got off work around 6 o’clock and decided to stop by the new shop to check it out and say hello to Caden. They still hadn’t slept together since he told her he was selling the shop and she was so horny she was about to come out of her skin.

She saw the fancy new sign as she got off the bus and walked inside. She walked right past the window where Monica was sitting the way she always had but this time, the girl inside jumped up and tried to stop her. “Excuse me! You can’t go back there. That’s for employees only,” she told Casey.

“It’s okay, my boyfriend used to own this place.” She turned to walk away and Monica followed right behind her. The GM had left and she knew she couldn’t force her to leave but she also couldn’t just let her go back into ‘the danger zone’ all by herself.

Casey looked around and saw Caden bent over a bike and said, “Hey there, handsome!”

He looked up and saw Casey with Monica standing right beside her. “Oh hey, babe,” he said without smiling.

“I told her she couldn’t come back here,” Monica explained.

“It’s cool. She won’t be staying long. What’s up, Case?” he asked her as he tightened a nut.

“I just wanted to check out the new shop and see how you’re doing. Is everything going okay?”

“Yeah, peachy. The dickhead GM left so life is good. Look, I’m gonna be a while, okay?”

“Oh, sure. So um…I guess I’ll see you at home then,” she said trying not to let her disappointment show.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said without looking back.

Casey turned around without saying another word and left. Once she was outside Monica said, “Wow. I can see why you aren’t interested.”

“What?” Caden said.

“She’s really beautiful. Your girlfriend. I guess that makes sense though seeing as how you’re like really hot yourself. ‘Birds of a feather’ and all that, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever,” he said as he adjusted the rear brakes.

“Okay, well…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Monica said as he buried himself in his work. He didn’t acknowledge her so like Casey, she just turned and walked away.

That night Casey decided to have it out with Caden. She started in on him the moment he walked in and she let it all fly. Not just the long hours but the neglect and the way he took her for granted. It didn’t last long, but it had been so intense she couldn’t concentrate and for the first time she could ever remember, she didn’t finish a paper that was due the next day. Making matters worse, Caden just buried himself in another 12-pack leaving Casey all the more angry and frustrated.

‘Are you going to get married?’ Marion’s mother asked.

‘Married?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why do you ask?’

‘You said that he stayed at your place.’

‘He did,’ Marion said.

‘You must have talked about it.’

‘About what?’

‘Getting married.’

‘No.’

‘You’re not getting any younger,’ Marion’s mother said.

Marion laughed. ‘None of us is getting any younger, Mother,’ she said. ‘Age is a one-way street. You start young and you get older. But that doesn’t mean that you have to get married.’

‘All of your friends have got married.’

‘Lois hasn’t.’

Marion’s mother harrumphed. ‘Well, that girl’s not normal, is she? She dresses like a man. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was one of those lesbians. You’re not a lesbian. At least I hope you’re not.’

‘Perhaps I’m a secret lesbian,’ Marion said with a smile.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You should talk to him about it.’

There were all sorts of things that Marion should talk to Jake about, but getting married wasn’t one of them. And, quite apart from anything else, as Marion had discovered, Jake was still married to Fishface — also known as Felicity.

‘I’d better be going,’ Marion told her mother. ‘I’ve got someone coming for a lesson at four.’

‘You’re always rushing somewhere,’ her mother said.

‘It’s the gig economy, Mother.’

‘The what?’

‘The gig economy. A gig here, a gig there. All connected to music, but a dozen different paymasters.’

Her mother frowned. ‘What’s a gig?’

‘A job. A unit of work. A bit of teaching. A bit of performing. It’s the way things are these days.’

‘You should have taken that music teacher’s job at the school when you had the chance.’

‘Not fond of kids, Mother.’

‘What about the ones who come to you for lessons?’

‘Some of them are OK.’

‘And what about when you have your own?’

‘Who says I ever will?’

When Marion arrived home, her four-o’clock student was already waiting. ‘You’re early,’ Marion said.

‘Our teacher was sick. They let us go early,’ 12-year-old Richard said.

Marion nodded. ‘OK. Well, I just need to go and do something. Why don’t you just run through our usual warm-up exercises. And remember to try and keep it nice and even. Nice and even. Caress the keys. OK?’

Richard sat at the piano and stretched out his fingers. And then he waggled them. And then, eventually, he struck A above middle C. Struck it with force. It was hardly a caress.

From the next room, Marion kept one ear on Richard while she checked her text messages. Her phone had pinged three or four times while she was driving home. Rob Walker needed her with her cello for a recording session. Mary Linde was just confirming a backing-vocals gig — a half-day of rehearsal and then three nights of performance. And there was a message from Jake. NORWICH. Marion knew what NORWICH meant: Nickers Off Ready When I Come Home. Except, of course, knickers should have a K. None of the messages required an urgent reply.

‘Richard,’ Marion said when she returned to the room in which the piano was, ‘do you like the piano?’

‘This one?’

‘No. Not necessarily this one. Any piano. If you could play any instrument in the world — any instrument in the world — where would the piano come on your list? Number one? Or perhaps a bit further down the list?’

For a moment, Richard looked as though he hadn’t understood the question. And then he said: ‘It probably wouldn’t be on the list, miss.’

Marion nodded. ‘Yes. That’s what I thought.’

‘Sorry,’ Richard said.

‘No, no. Don’t be. But what are we going to do about it?’

‘I don’t know. Perhaps I could play something else.’

Marion nodded. ‘What?’ And she waited for him to say guitar. They all wanted to play guitar. Ever since Carl Perkins, they had all wanted to play guitar.

‘I don’t know. Trombone?’

‘Trombone? Oh?’ That was something that Marion hadn’t seen coming. ‘OK. Give me a bit of trombone then.’

Richard frowned and looked around the room nervously.

‘Just pretend,’ Marion said.

Now Richard grinned. Uncomfortably. But then he picked up his imaginary trombone and dah-dah’d the opening verse of My One and Only Love.

‘Where did you learn that?’ Marion asked.

‘I just heard it, miss.’

‘It’s very good. Nice musicality. Nice use of sevenths and grace notes. Yes.’

Richard frowned slightly but definitely looked happier. ‘You think I could learn trombone instead of piano?’

‘Let me talk to your parents,’ Marion said. ‘See if we can work something out. I’ll give them a call. Make a time. In the meantime, maybe just keep this between you and me. OK?’

When Richard had gone, Marion sent replies to Rob and Mary, and then added Rob’s booking in her calendar. And then she thought about making a phone call to Jake. But, in the end, she decided to send him a text. ‘I thought you were in Glasgow.’

Jake replied almost immediately. ‘I am. Back in London Thursday PM.’

Thursday was when Marion was doing the first night of backing vocals Bostancı Escort with The Coracles. It was unlikely to be an early finish. ‘Call me when you can talk,’ Marion replied.

‘Taking a break about 7. Call u then.’

Marion had been ten when her parents had taken her and her younger brother, Graham, to Wigmore Hall to hear a concert of ‘pops’ by The Camelot Quartet. Marion had just started having violin lessons, and it would be fair to say that she was struggling. After an hour and a half listening to The Camelot Quartet playing arrangements of popular songs, she knew what the problem was: she was trying to play the wrong instrument. She should have been learning to play the cello.

After the concert, the musicians stayed and chatted with members of the audience. Wigmore Hall was more like someone’s drawing room than a full-on concert hall. ‘Is it hard to play the cello?’ Marion asked Judith Martin, the Camelot’s cellist.

Judith Martin thought for a moment and then said: ‘I wouldn’t say that it’s hard to play. But it’s hard to play it well. It requires a good deal of skill to play across all three registers.’

Marion nodded.

Eight years later, when Marion was auditioning for a place at the college of music, the adjudicator complimented her on her management of tone across the registers.

‘Judith Martin told me that that was a skill you needed if you are going to play the cello well,’ Marion said.

The adjudicator raised his eyebrows and smiled. ‘Oh? You know Judith Martin, do you?’

‘We’ve met,’ Marion told him. ‘We’ve talked. Not recently. But, yes, we’ve talked.’

Jake phoned just after seven.

‘How is it going?’ Marion asked.

‘Not bad. A bit slow. Dougie keeps changing his mind.’

‘Your friend Boz,’ Marion said. ‘Does he give lessons?’

‘Boz? Not sure. Why? Do you want to add trombone to your box of tricks?’

‘No. But I might know someone who does. He’d be a total beginner. But I suspect that he probably has some talent. I’ve been trying to teach him to play piano, but I think his musical brain is quite linear. Could you ask Boz if it’s a possibility?’

‘Yeah. He’s going to be here tomorrow.’

‘Thanks. Oh … and about Thursday … I’m doing backing vocals for The Coracles. I would think it will be midnight before I get home. At best.’

‘Yeah. Well … I might still be up here anyway. The way things are going.’

Marion and Jake had met when they were on the Roger Roscoe Returns tour. Marion was singing backing vocals and playing cello on a couple of numbers. Jake was brought in at the last moment when Roger Roscoe’s regular bass player had a heart attack. Marion and Jake were the only ‘new kids’ on the tour. The rest of the musos and crew were Roger Roscoe regulars.

Marion and Jake probably got together out of boredom. All that travelling. All that hanging around hotel rooms, waiting. There was the odd drink involved too. But, no, it was mainly boredom that led to them doing it the first time. That was when they were in Lille. Marion would probably have stopped after that first time, but Jake was keen to keep things going. It wasn’t until after the tour was over that Marion discovered that Jake was married. He had mentioned Fishface a couple of times, but Marion didn’t realise that Fishface was his wife. Marion thought that Fishface was just … well … she wasn’t sure who Fishface was.

Wednesday’s rehearsal with The Coracles went very well, and Marion arrived at the venue for Thursday’s performance confident of a good show. And then, about an hour before the curtain was due to go up, Marion suddenly realised that she hadn’t heard from either Boz or Jake. She told herself that she really should get in touch with Richard’s parents before his next scheduled piano lesson. Assuming that Jake was still up in Glasgow, Marion phoned him.

‘Hello. This is Didee,’ a woman’s voice said.

Didee? Who was Didee?

‘Oh, bugger. I’ve just answered your phone,’ the woman’s voice said, apparently to someone who was there with her. ‘I thought it was mine.’ And then the line went dead.

Marion re-dialled Jake’s number. This time Jake answered.

‘A woman just answered your phone,’ Marion said.

‘Did she?’ Jake said. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah. Where are you?’

‘Where? Umm … still in Glasgow. It went on a bit longer than expected.’

‘Did you talk to Boz?’

‘Umm … no. Not yet. But I will.’

‘Is he there now?’

‘Umm … no. He must have ….’

‘Who was the woman who answered your phone?’ Marion asked.

‘Woman?’

‘Yes. She said that her name was Didee.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course I’m sure.’

‘No idea,’ Jake said. ‘Housemaid, perhaps?’

‘Text me Boz’s number, you unreliable bastard,’ Marion said. And she pressed End. Firmly.

Marion waited for ten minutes or so, but no text arrived. And then Mandy, the stage manager, knocked on Marion’s dressing room door. ‘If you need to pee, now would be a good time. Kick off in 15 minutes.’

‘Thanks, Mandy.’

Marion turned Ümraniye Escort off her phone. Did she need to pee? No. She’d be fine. She took a sip of water, checked her hair one last time in the mirror, picked up the running list, and headed for the wings.

‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,’ Gareth Jones, The Coracles’ lead singer, said in his best Richard Burton voice, and the assembled performers high-fived all round.

They kicked off the first set with The Coracles’ current single: Aberystwyth Angel. It was a good choice. They may have been performing in London, but there were plenty of Welsh accents in the audience.

‘More fun than the Arms Park this,’ Gareth said as they shuffled off for a quick glass of something at the break. ‘Might have to slip in a quick Men of Harlech.’

‘Delilah, more like,’ Dilly Hooper said.

‘Now there’s a thought. And see how many knickers get thrown, eh?’

Sometimes when Marion did backing vocals for established groups, the ‘stars’ pretty much ignored her. But, after the show, Gareth Jones came up to her and kissed her on both cheeks. ‘Bloody marvellous, that were,’ he said. ‘Thank you, Marion. Thank you.’ Hey, he even remembered her name.

‘It was a pleasure,’ Marion said.

When Marion turned her phone back on there was still no text from Jake. The bastard. But there was a missed call from a number that she didn’t recognise. She wondered if she should call it. But it was already past eleven. Sensible people would be thinking about bed. She decided that she would call the number in the morning.

When she arrived home, she checked her email — just in case Jake had emailed her instead of texting. But he hadn’t. The bastard. And then she went to bed.

‘Are you going to get married?’

Marion’s mother was sitting on a bench in Regent’s Park, wearing her camel-coloured winter coat and a tattered straw hat. At least Marion thought that it was Regent’s Park. There was a bandstand. There were ducks. And there was a man in zookeeper’s garb taking a giraffe for a walk. The giraffe had a chimpanzee riding on her back.

‘You’ve already asked me that, Mother,’ Marion said.

‘Oh? Have I? Sorry, dear. I forget things so easily these days.’

‘I think he’s doing it with someone else,’ Marion told her mother. ‘Didee, I think.’

‘Do I know Didee?’

‘I don’t think so, Mother.’

Marion’s mother nodded and slowly morphed into an overweight golden retriever. And then Marion woke up.

It was almost nine o’clock. Marion got up, turned on Radio 2, and made herself a cup of tea. She was just trying to decide whether she felt like a bowl of cereal with some sliced apricots or a couple of slices of toast with lime marmalade, when her phone rang. It was the unknown number. ‘Hello?’

‘Marion?’

‘Speaking.’

‘Hi. It’s Boris, Boris Kushnir.’

Boris Kushnir?

‘Boz,’ the man said.

‘Oh. Boz. Yes. Hi.’

‘Is this a good time?’ Boz asked.

‘Yeah. Fine.’

‘Jake says that you want to learn to play the old bone.’

Marion laughed. ‘Not me, Boz. But one of the young chaps I’ve been trying to teach piano thinks he’d rather play trombone. I wondered if you did any teaching.’

‘From time to time,’ Boz said. ‘You know … just basic stuff.’

‘Well, he’d be an absolute beginner. That said, I think young Richard has some musical talent. He’s just not in love with the piano. I think he has a musical brain, but I think it’s quite linear — if that makes sense.’

‘Umm … yeah. We could give it a try.’

‘As I say, Richard would be an absolute beginner. I assume his parents could rent an instrument. Just in case. You know … before they splash out and buy one.’

‘Umm … yeah. In fact. I’ve got a brochure somewhere. I think there’s a three-month minimum. Where are you?’

‘I’m at home,’ Marion said.

‘No. I mean … you’re in London? Is that right?’

‘Shepherd’s Bush.’

‘Oh. Just down the road. Well, if it can wait until Monday, I could drop it in. I’d drop it in before, but I’m in Manchester for a couple of gigs. Back on Sunday afternoon.’

They agreed that Boz would drop the brochure in on Monday morning. Marion would go and talk to Richard’s parents on Monday evening.

Boz arrived at Marion’s place just after ten-thirty on Monday morning. He was taller and better looking than Marion remembered. ‘I probably could have found something on the internet,’ Marion said. ‘You can find pretty much anything there these days, can’t you? But thanks. I’m not sure how Richard’s parents are going to take this. I think anything we can do to make it easier helps. Thank you.’

‘Richard’s lucky to have you on his case,’ Boz said.

‘Well … I failed to turn him into a pianist,’ Marion said.

Boz grinned and shook his head. ‘My grandfather wanted me to become a violinist,’ he said. ‘That didn’t work out either.’

‘Funnily enough, I started out on violin,’ Marion said. ‘I’m afraid the little fiddle and I didn’t get on at all well.’

Mondays were when Marion Kartal Escort went and picked up her mother and took her to Sainsbury’s to do her weekly grocery shop. ‘How are you and your boyfriend getting on?’ Marion’s mother asked.

‘I’m not sure that I have one,’ Marion said.

‘Not sure that you have what?’

‘A boyfriend.’

Richard’s parents seemed almost relieved when Marion suggested that piano may not have been the right instrument for their son. ‘We wondered if it might be our piano,’ Richard’s mother said. ‘He tries hard. He practices. It just doesn’t seem to work for him.’

‘He has musical talent,’ Marion told them. ‘I’m pretty sure of that. It probably just needs to be expressed via a different instrument.’

‘And you know a trombone teacher?’ Richard’s father said.

‘Boz. Yes. He’s a working musician. But he also does a bit of teaching.’

Richard’s parents agreed that it seemed worth giving it a three month trial. ‘What’s to lose?’ Richard’s father said.

Marion got the feeling that they were secretly pleased that Richard’s piano-playing days were on hold.

Boz, too, seemed pretty happy. ‘I should buy you a glass of something,’ he said when Marion phoned to tell him it was all go. ‘If I remember rightly, that pub just around the corner from your place is not too bad.’

‘The Queen Adelaide?’

‘That’s the one. How’s your diary? Maybe tomorrow?’

‘Umm … well, yes. We could have a small celebration. I have a student coming at four — but that should only take an hour or so.’

‘In that case, why don’t we say five-thirty?’ Boz said.

‘OK. Thank you. That would be nice. I’ll see you there.’

Marion didn’t really know Boz very well. She hadn’t even realised that his real name was Boris — although, when she thought about it, it made sense. They had worked together on a couple of studio sessions. And then she had run into him again when she had gone to meet Jake at Baker Street Studios one afternoon.

‘How’s work?’ Boz asked while they waited for the barman to get their drinks.

‘For the last three or four months, I’ve been really busy,’ Marion said. ‘Although who knows how long it will last? The gig economy, eh?’

Boz smiled. ‘I know what you mean. But fingers crossed.’

The pub wasn’t particularly busy, and they took their drinks and went and found a quiet table.

‘Do you get much orchestral work?’ Marion asked.

Boz shook his head. ‘Not really. There’s a bit to be had out in the regions, but these days I prefer to hang around London.’

‘Hah! So says the man who has just returned from Glasgow and Manchester.’

Boz laughed. ‘Well … I said “prefer”. I didn’t say that it always works out that way.’

‘So, what’s your perfect gig?’

‘In a perfect world? Probably a jazz residency. Say three nights a week. And a bit of session work.’

‘Jazz? I suspect that your new student, Richard, is a bit of a jazz fan.’ And then Marion said: ‘Do you know a Didee?’

‘Didee Harris? Jake’s friend? Well … a bit more than a friend really. Or have I got that wrong?’

‘Probably not,’ Marion said.

‘What about her?’

‘Nothing really. I just wondered,’ Marion said.

For a short while, the conversation ground to a bit of a halt. But then Marion decided that she wanted to know all about Boz. Happily, Boz was remarkably forthcoming.

His family was from Ukraine. That’s where the name Kushnir came from. It meant furrier.

Boz’s grandfather — the same grandfather who had wanted the young Boris to take up the violin — had been an up-and-coming conductor. But he had somehow got on the wrong side of the Soviets — Boz had never found out the details — and Boz’s grandparents had had to make a fast exit, first to Austria, and then to England. Boz’s father was born while they were in Austria.

‘Is your father a musician?’

Boz smiled and shook his head. ‘He’s a mathematician who sings badly at family gatherings. The music gene seems to have skipped a generation.’ But Boz’s mother was musical. She was a pianist. Boz’s father had met her when she was one of Boz’s grandfather’s students.

Marion hesitated. Was Boz married. For some reason, she couldn’t imagine that he had a Fishface hidden away. But still ….’

‘No. I almost was. A few years back. A girl I met at university. But … she died.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Marion said.

‘Meningitis. One day she had a bit of a headache. Two days later she had died. You never know, do you?’

‘Was she a musician?’

‘French horn. Pretty good, too.’

Marion nodded.

‘And what got you into music?’ Boz asked.

‘My father probably. He wasn’t a musician. But he was a big fan of chamber music. Nineteenth and twentieth century in particular. Brahms. Schumann. Dvorak. Shostakovich. He liked jazz too. On a Sunday morning, the house was often filled with the sounds of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Gerry Mulligan, Thelonious Monk, Paul Desmond. I guess it all soaked in somehow.’

Boz nodded approvingly.

‘I shall be interested to hear how you get on with young Richard,’ Marion said.

Boz assured her that she would be the first to hear.

Marion and her cello spent most of Wednesday afternoon laying down tracks with Rob Walker at Abbey Road. Jake phoned shortly after she arrived home. ‘I’m back,’ he said.

Beth and Ann were two very hot looking older women in their 50‘s. They had smoking athletic bodies. Beth was a sultry black temptress with a nice booty that would put Jenifer Lopez to shame She had. big breast that she loved to show off. Ann was a motherly white woman with breast even bigger then Beth. They were filled with milk from her nursing days. They both had athletic bodies and their clothe had hidden their huge biceps’s. They seem like your regular nice old ladies but little did people know they were part of a club.

It was called MWC Mature Women conquest club. They would dominate men and sometime women. They score themselves points. They would dominate them sexually, physically and mentally. They loved power. They were heading toward a movie and decided to walk. They wanted to show off their bodies. On the way was a group of boys who called themselves a posed. They saw themselves as tough kids but they really weren’t.

They were made up of Carl the black one. He calls himself C dog and wears a bullet as a necklace. He claims it the bullet he got shot with but really he got it at a flee market. His so called bullet wound is some stitches he got when he got hit with a baseball when he was a kid. He was the youngest and it showed. He was a closet sci-fi geek and total nerd. He was actually part of the Punky Brewster and Small Wonder fan club. Never actually fought once in his life.

Teddy (aka Big Luva) is a self proclaim ladies man. He is white and actually a virgin. He acts like a chauvinist but really gets push around by his sisters at home. He acts like the leader of the group. He is actually very attractive though.

Carl (aka Crazy Ace) is supposed to be the wild man from the streets but really he lives in a mansion. He patterns himself off Slim Shady.

“Yo C-dog check out those fine bitches you. Love to get me some of that.” Teddy Said.

“Yeah I gots to bust a nut on that fine Hoe” Carl/Crazy Ace said.

“Yeah Yo girl can a brother get the digits.” C-dog said.

Ann laughs. “mmmmm how cute.”

“We don’t have time for that Ann. We can play later. We got to make it to the movie.” Beth says

“I think there kind of cute in a pathetic way” Ann says. “Be lucky we have places to go boys.” She says back.

“Yo WHAT a matter youz afraid of a real man?” Big Luva said.

They give each other high 5’s.

Beth walks over to Teddy (aka Big Luva) and grabs his crotch trough his pants. She brings him close to her. Her lips inches away from her. She then grabs his butt.

“W..what you doing.” Big Luva says.

“Letting you have what you want baby” Beth said nibbling on his lip

Ann follows her lead and grabbed C-dog the black kid. You turn around so your ass was rubbing again his wet cock. You take his hand and found they were sweating with nervousness.

“What wrong C thought you were…what was it you said. Tax my ass like the Tax man. Wax my coochie like its a ball room floor. Come on why don’t you tap it now..gangsta” Ann said.

“I got to go.” He said nervously.

“Na na baby” You say bringing his hand to your breast and having him squeeze. “Nice little banana dick you got there” Ann says putting your hands in her panties. You take them out and have him smell. “Look how wet it is.”. He starts shaking like a leaf “Better watch it with these guys you remember Big luva said our pussies were going to get torn up by some Thugs.” Beth tease.

“I will be careful” You say pulls C-dog too you who was attempting to escape.

Crazy Ace tries to quietly steps away but Carrie grabs him by the hands and pulls him as she kisses bit Luva. She grabs Crazy ace and slips him her tongue. The boy gets weak in the knees. Crazy then had to take out his inhaler to calm down.

“Please I was just joking” Big Luva said

“You mean your not a big luva and a smooth ladies man. Your not from the hood.” Ann teases

“No I went to catholic school for crying out loud…I never been to Anadolu Yakası Escort the hood in my life” Big Luva said.

“I don’t believe that. Your just saying that to escape the police aren’t you. What did you drive by some rival rappers.” Beth says.

Crazy ace was blowing into his inhaler. “You ago Crazy…didn’t smoke to many dime bags did you” Carrie jokes.

Beth goes into C-dog pocket and pulls out a ticket to a star Trek convention. “What’s this C-dog…tell me this not yours? Tell me you just going there to ummm bust a cap in them. Because if it turns out your not a gangsta..well I may get really mad” She whispers in his ear. He trembles a bit.

“What you think we should do” Beth

Ann pulls out a lighter that looks like a real gun “We could robbed a store. These guys can be our muscle” Ann says winking at Beth.

“noooo” C-dog mutter before Ann covered his mouth

“hmmmmm that nice. We could give these boys a treat. So they can lay it down on our sweet asses like they keep promising maybe pick up some tricks. you know those girls who just got out of jail hang in this mall. I am sure they able to be picked up by thugs like these” Ann says.

Big Luva tries to push Beth but found he can’t budge her. He feels her strong arms and his mouth drops open. “Look how strong these arms are baby. There like solid steal try…to budge it” Beth says. He squeeze as hard as he can but he doesn’t even affect it. She takes remove her coat showing her biceps flexing. She flexed for him. Her biceps is practically the size of his head. She smiles as she see the fear in his eyes Beth puts her hand around both Big Luva and Crazy Ace. She lifts them both up by the neck. They are dangling.

“Feel these hands sugar.” Beth says “Feel how strong they are. You feel them squeezing around your little chicken neck. I am not even breaking a sweat on you. I am not even breathing hard. You can’t handle these arms. You can’t handle these hands and your can’t handle me”

She caught them looking at her breast.

“Oh I know you can’t handle these.” Beth said letting her breast bounce. She dropped them hard on the ground it made them bounce. They grunted in pain. Beth grabbed them both and hand them in headlocks. “Hows it going over there Ann” Beth smiled smugly.

Beth had C-dog curled in her arms. She savage explored his body with his finger tickle him. She was laugh as he saw get taking over with uncontrolled laughter. His blush with embarrassment being dominated by this older woman. “mmmmmm he is so light and cute mmmm. Coochie coochie cooo. He just like a sweet little muffin (pinching his cheeks). He so helpless and sweet. I can eat him all up. Yes I can” Ann said. She kissed him deeply. His arms and legs turn weak as her tongue explored his mouth. His arms hung down like a doll. He closed his ass as she took his breath away. She broke away leaving a necklace of salvia. She spoke him in a way you would speak to an unruly child “You been a very bad boy little man. You been playing a very dangerous game. Don’t you know you can get in big trouble acting like this.” Ann said

The two men in Beth headlock was nearly knocked out. “I think for there own good we should teach them a lesson. I think we should skip the movie tonight” Beth smiled giving both her captors kissed.

“Yes education is very important but I think we should make this a threesome. It only 2 of us and 3 of them. Why I afraid these might men may over power us fair damsels in distress.” Ann said.

“mmm better Call Veronica…mmmm you guys in trouble now. She not as nice as us. Well time for night for now” Beth said. She squeeze her headlock harder. The boys were knocked out. “Time for you to go to sleep now sweetie” Ann said.

C-dog tried to scream but it was muffled by her gigantic breast. He couldn’t get air. His arms waved around but she held him tight burying him. He soon was knocked out. Beth them called up Veronica for a ride.

The Avrupa Yakası Escort 3 boys worked up on the ground of inside of a mansion. It was a couch in 3 couches in the room. Veronica was standing in front of them. She was a very tall leggy Mexican woman around the same age of the other two women. She was very athletic and tone. She had big biceps them both Ann and Beth. She was dress in tight skin tight leather. She wore fishnet stockings and high heels. A bull whips was in her hand

“She these the 3 little bitches that thought they were tough” Veronica smiled

Crazy ace stood up “Listen you can’t do this…”.

SLAP!!!!

Veronica slapped him hard and sent him crashing to the ground. She picked him up by the hair. Tears was running down his eyes. The force of the slapped totally caught him by surprise. She slapped him hard again. Each slapped left huge bruise across his face. She held him by the hair to stopped him from falling. She was slapping him senseless. She dropped him on the ground crying. She put the food on his chest and told him to open his mouth. She then gave a smug smile and spit on him

“Just for than your going to be my special bitch tonight.” Veronica said.

“Go easy on the kid. After all he just some punk ass wannabe..wankster is what you kid call it now a day aint it”. Beth smiled.

“Kids…I remember they use to be a lot tougher when we were young.” Veronica said.

“All that TV made them soft” Veronica said as she started tearing Crazy Ace clothes off.

Ann went up to C-dog and stood him up. “Take your clothes off Pet.”

“No” He said shaking in fear. With that she punch him hard in the gut. His body was lifted in the air. He fail to the ground crying. She patted him on the head. “Sorry about that baby…shhhh come on its ok I know it hurt. It ok to cry but I will not put up with this disobedience. Now I am going to have to hit you 3 more time.” She said laying him down.

“Please I will take it off” He pleaded

“Sorry honey to late” Ann said holding him down and lift her fist up. “shhhhh” She said wiping his tears and punch him hard. He scream in pain. “Two more time baby..if it any consolations I am going easy on you. These aren’t my hardest hit..This is for your own good. I can’t help if it I enjoy it” Ann said smiling

She punched his hard again. He started crying louder. The wind was knocked out of him. “Shhhh ok be strong I know it hurt. You may taste some blood but it going to be ok because after we finish teaching you a lesson will make it all better. Now get ready this one really going to hurt” Ann said. She raise her fist height and punch him hard. He screamed.

“Now take your clothes off” Ann said. He started removing it. She saw his nice round ass and gave it a pinch. She took him from behind and rubbed him kissing him tenderly. “That’s my good boy but where not finish let.”

Beth had Big luva naked and upside down between her legs. His butt was face her. She took his hands and started beating his ass like some drums. “Got a good beat” Beth said. She slapped his ass hard making it red as a radish. He cried as Beth hand laid into each cheeks. “Hey help me play these drums Veronica.” Beth laughed.

Veronica was spanking Crazy ace who was hooked up to some shackles on the wall. She went over to Beth and started playing the boys ass with her. They both laughed as he ass was being torn into raw meat. Veronica went back to Crazy ace. She had a bull whip. She swung it trough the air and it made a loud crack. He screamed. She did it again and again.

“AAAhhhhn It HURT.” He screams.

“Shut up you stupid bitch.” She scolded whipping him again and again. She was dripping wet. She was getting excited by this. Her pussy was soaking wet.

Ann had C-dog over her knees and was giving him a spanking. She slap his ass hard with her bare hand. He hand took his whole ass. She spanked him hard and brought him to tears. His İstanbul Escort cock was being squeeze between her thick tights. “Maybe (SPANK SPANK) next time (SPANK SPANK SPANK) You learn to treat you elders with a little more (SPANK SPANK) respect you naught little (Spank spank) boy. This way you wont end up crying (SPANK SPANK SPANK) you have to learn that little babies shouldn’t pretending to be men (SPANK SPANK).” Ann smile looking at her hand work. She winked at Beth and both girls start spanking harder trying to out do the other.

Despite himself it was exciting C-dog. Ann was moving her legs stroking his cock with them. He came “Ohhh you naughty little bitch…so naughty” Ann said spanking him harder. She took him off and made him lick the cum clean off her.

“Now how do you feel” Ann scolded

“Like a bitch” He muttered

“Good because you are one get back on my knee” Ann said and continued spanking

All men were pleading to stop but the girls were having nothing of it. Veronica continued whipping Crazy ace who had pass out from the pain. He was whipped awake. His back was bloody and being whipped over again with the bull whip.

“You little fuck did you wet yourself.” Veronica said as she saw the puddle on the floor. She laughed and whipped harder. She had all ready fingered self to cumming. 20 minutes late. They took them down. The put all 3 men in a circle. They couldn’t even move. All 3 women took off their belts and surrounded them. The 3 men were helpless to the assault. The 3 women laughed as the belts went down on each of their bodies. The sounds of the belts filled the room. All 3 men cried

“Have we learn our lesson boys.” Beth said

“yes” They all said.

“You going to stop acting like a bunch of hoods” Beth asked.

“yes.” They said.

“One more thing.” Beth said.

They took the boys and bent them over the couch. Each woman put on a 12 inch strap on and lubed it up. They each slammed it inside them. They yank their hairdo and kissed them. The boys scream as inch by inch was buried in them.

“Take it you sluts. Feel that hard cock deep in your asses.” Veronica said grabbing crazy Ace’s hair.

“Isn’t it nice we can have these nice get together.” Ann laughed

“And we get to give back to the young people” Beth Joked as she twisted her in and out. She pumped it hard filling him up. She slapped Big luva on the ass as she slammed it in his virgin asshole.

All 3 women started jerking them off as they did this. The 3 boys came the hardest they ever came in their life. The men passed out.

“It ok your ours now.” Ann said and pulled out.

They woke them up and brought their bodies down. The 3 women slammed the dildos into the 3 boys mouth. They made them clean if off. The boys were gagging on it as they slammed it in again and again with out mercy. The boys pass out again after 10 minutes of this.

“Damm these boys a bunch of pussies.” Veronica said.

“Don’t worry babies. Where going to do something nice.” Ann said.

The 3 women started to undress showing off their perfect bodies. The boys cocks quickly harden. The 3 women were on them taking them inside. They were bring them close to cumming and back. When they finally did they exploded. Ann had C-dog ace against the wall. His legs were wrapped around her hips. His face was being smother into her tits. He came more then he ever came before cumming with her. He shot stream after stream it wasn’t stopping. Ann laughed as groped his ass slipping and finger deep in him. “Shhhh baby this only going to be for a couple more hours just cry your eyes out.” She whispered softly.

Beth had crazy ace in the couch. Her plump ass was squeezing the life out of his dick. It was milking him for all his worth. He screams as multiple organism hit his body. “ohhh YOUR TO MUCH” He cried. “Come on sugar. I thought you were an ass man” Beth laughed.

Veronica had Big luva upside down. She was milking his cock in her mouth. His creams was flowing out her lips as she sucked it out like a straw. He sucked on her large dildo as he hung their.

2 hours later.

The boys were knocked out. The women took pictures

“Well that was certainly better then a movie,” Ann laughed and so did the other women.

Chapter 04: Claire

Ben couldn’t wait to be done with his most recent project. His architecture firm had designed the latest skyscraper for Toronto, the brainchild of his firm’s namesake Brisco Hughes. It was quite possibly the most ugly, least-inspired monstrosity Ben had ever seen, which is why it pained him to have to “represent” the architecture team during this trip to Toronto.

In truth, the architecture team really didn’t need to be represented. The majority of the trip would be a discussion with the public works department concerning water, sewer, electricity and networking. Claire Laurent, a senior member of the build team, could easily handle that part. She had twenty-five years of experience dealing with the logistics of integrating skyscrapers with pre-existing utilities lines.

As suspected, after Ben finished a five-minute presentation, Claire took care of all of the real business. As usual, she attacked her work with a vigor Ben didn’t expect from a woman he suspected was in her early fifties. Aside of the understandable crows feet, her face held up well for a woman of her age. She sported a professionally styled short haircut, blonde with some white mixed in. She conveyed confidence, a practiced art that resulted from so many years of negotiation and planning. It would be the last of these meetings. Claire was going to finish the project and then move to the Denver office to be near her daughters.

“That went well,” Ben commented as they got into their cab to head to the hotel.

“I’m just glad that part’s over,” she replied. “Tomorrow should be a whole lot easier.”

Ben had worked with Claire for three years and got to know her socially. Like so many professional women, her husband had left her years before and she was focused on getting her children through college. She was a very pleasant woman who, privately, had a self-deprecating sense of humor, mostly concerning her weight. She wasn’t grossly overweight, but he had to admit that it was perhaps time for her to buy a bigger suit. As she sat, she tested the seams of her jacket.

“Do you think I even need to be there tomorrow?” Ben asked.

“It’s up to you,” Claire said, “but I’d appreciate it if you were there. I hate having these meetings without someone else there from the firm.”

Ben relented. “Sure, I’ll be there.” He had an ulterior motive for the question in the first place. His girlfriend Jenna’s decision to have a lesbian lover on the side afforded Ben a free pass to mess around. He was hoping to see what Toronto had to offer. Ditching the next meeting would mean he could sleep in after whatever conquest he managed. Finding someone wouldn’t be difficult. His looks hadn’t let him down in the past.

They arrived at the hotel and checked in. He offered to help Claire with her bags and got her settled into her hotel room. All he needed to do now was to drop off his bags, freshen up and head out for an evening at a nearby bar.

“Thanks for your help, Ben,” Claire said. “Want to grab some dinner? I need some help reviewing my notes before tomorrow.”

It didn’t seem like a good time at all, but Ben didn’t want to be rude. He liked Claire. He wanted to help if he could. He just hoped he would still have time to go out afterward. “Okay,” he said. “Let me drop off my stuff first.”

“Sounds good,” said Claire. “There’s a bar downstairs. I’ll meet you there in a half hour.”

Ben had forgotten about the hotel bar. Lonely business women away from home. That could work out nicely. He dropped his bags off at his room, hung up his suit jacket and tie and spent a few minutes in front of the mirror.

When he got to the bar, Claire had already arrived and was reviewing a few documents. He sat, ordered a gin and tonic from the waitress, and scoped the room. A table of three women caught his eye right off the bat, but Claire launched right into business and demanded Ben’s full attention.

They Bostancı Escort ordered their meals and got to work. It was obvious that Claire had already done her homework. Ben’s input was merely to make her feel more comfortable about the next day’s meeting. Thankfully, there wasn’t much to do.

By the time their meals arrived they were chatting about office politics. Ben looked again at the table of women. A brunette smiled back at him and even gave him a little wave with her hand. Target acquired.

“How are things going with Jenna these days?” Claire asked, out of the blue.

“Um, well,” he began. “It’s complicated. How are things going with you?”

“Sadly uncomplicated,” she said. “Enjoy it now, Ben.”

“Trust me. I am,” he let slip as he looked again at the smiley brunette across the room.

“I see,” said Claire. “Off to greener pastures, Ben?”

“No, not exactly. Jenna and I are still together, but, like I said, it’s complicated.” Ben looked back to Claire, who now leaned forward, keenly interested, a glint in her eye.

“Now you have to spill it,” she said. “My sex life is so dull these days. I have to live vicariously.”

Ben didn’t quite know what to say. He wasn’t in the habit of letting coworkers in on the details of his personal life. “Well, the short version is that Jenna and I have kind of an arrangement.”

“Ooh,” said Claire as she pressed her large breasts against her folded arms. “Now tell me the long version.”

Ben laughed and then slammed the rest of his drink. He ordered another and, seeing that Claire was still waiting for him to talk, threw caution aside and began to tell her the whole story, about how he had cheated while in Cleveland and how, after he got back, Jenna told him she had begun a lesbian relationship with a woman named Heidi. He told her about his first threesome with his girlfriend and Heidi, but purposefully neglected to tell Claire about how he had slept with the boss’ daughter, Denisha.

His omission didn’t seem to matter. Claire’s face was flush and intense as she hung on every word. “And so she lets you mess around with other women now?”

“Pretty much.”

“And smiley over there has your attention?”

Ben nodded.

Claire smiled and whispered. “And does she make you hard?” Her breasts were now brushing against her arms.

“She’s hot,” Ben replied.

“Are you hard right now?” Claire smiled. “Sorry. Like I said, it’s been a while, so I like hearing about it.”

Ben nodded again and looked back at Claire. Her clear arousal made him harder. Her suit jacket hung from the back of her chair, and as she pressed tighter against her breasts, the spaces between the buttons on her pressed white shirt opened, revealing glimpses of her bra. “It seems I’m getting harder every minute,” he said.

“That a boy,” she laughed. “What do you want to do with her?”

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this,” said Ben.

“Don’t worry,” Claire reassured. “You can say anything to me and it’s between us.”

“Well then,” he said. “she has nice lips. I wonder what they’d feel like.”

“On your dick?” asked Claire. “You want to feel her suck you off?”

Ben smiled. “I still can’t believe I’m talking about this.”

“Me neither, but keep going,” Claire laughed. “I need something to remember when I go back to my room later.”

“You’re using this conversation to fuel your masturbation?” he asked.

A guilty look crossed Claire’s face. “I hope you don’t mind. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“That makes me intrigued,” he said.

“Uh-oh,” Claire spoke. “Looks like you’re losing smiley.”

Ben realized he hadn’t been watching the table of women across the room. A man had arrived who clearly knew the brunette. He pulled out her chair and she walked out with her friends, holding the man’s hand.

“Sorry, Ben,” said Claire. “I’m sure someone else will show up this evening.”

“It’s Ümraniye Escort alright,” Ben said. “I’m too keyed up anyway. By the time I got to talk to her I’d have been too excited and rushed it.”

Claire’s eyes locked with his for a moment and then she laughed. “I should probably get out of here and let you do your thing,” she said. “I’d hate to see your evening go to waste. Just promise you’ll tell me all about it afterward.”

“What if I went with you?” he said, almost as if by accident.

“With me? Like…”

“Do you want to have sex tonight?” he asked.

Claire’s breathing became heavier. “Oh, yes,” she answered.

The check arrived. Claire grabbed it quickly and threw some money down on the table. “Meet me at my room in an hour,” she said, and she left the bar quickly and without formality.

“An hour?” Ben said to himself. He wandered back to his room and changed into a t-shirt and jeans, spent some time flipping through channels and organized his things so he didn’t have to scramble around getting ready the following morning.

After an hour went by, he stopped by Claire’s room and knocked on the door. It took her at least half a minute to open the door, but once she did, Ben realized why she wanted an hour.

She opened the door and propped it open with her arm. She had changed into a powder-blue nighty and had freshened up her makeup. Behind her on the table was an open bottle of Champaign in a bucket of ice with two glasses. He remembered that she was in her fifties, she hadn’t been with anyone for a while and she wanted to make a big deal out of it. Suddenly Ben felt underdressed.

“Welcome to my boudoir,” she joked. “Come on in.”

He stepped in and shut the door behind him. He looked her up and down. She was barefoot and wore a matching set of panties that were barely visible through the sheer fabric that covered her from below her breasts to high on her thighs. The built-in bra pushed her ample tits together and up, creating an impressive line of cleavage, a shelf of flesh on display. Her belly protruded from underneath and somehow accentuated her plentiful chest. She turned to lead him to the table. Her wide hips and ass bumped the sheer fabric, causing it to sway and flow as she walked.

“Champaign?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

“That would be great. Thanks,” he replied.

Claire bent at the waist to pour Ben’s glass, an obvious effort to entice him. She handed him a glass, poured one for herself and turned to face him.

She looked into his eyes. “To business trips,” she said, clinking his glass with hers and taking a sip.

“Now, just so you know,” she continued. “I know I’m no Jenna, so it’s not too late to back out. I certainly won’t hold a grudge.”

Ben drank from his Champaign glass and ran his hand down her bare arm. He leaned in and kissed her gently. She smiled brightly and motioned to the chair for him to sit down.

The chairs were close enough that her legs fit between his as he sat. She looped a finger under the strap of her nighty. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” Ben answered. “I’m not used to you dressing this way.”

“It’s been a while since I had to get a man hard,” she laughed.

Ben raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down again. “It’s working.”

“Mmm,” she said, touching her chin to her chest and looking up at his eyes. “Is it, now?”

She set down her glass and ran her hands up his thighs. “Ooh,” she mouthed as she ran her hands over the hard bulge that led down the leg of his jeans. “I guess it is.”

She kept her hands on his bulge as her face leaned forward. Her lips pressed against his and they began to kiss. His lips caressed more and more passionately, tenderly intermingling with hers. Her hand moved back and forth over his erection.

She found his zipper and pulled down. Then she unfastened his belt and the button of his jeans. Anadolu Yakası Escort She reached down through the opening of his boxers and gently pulled his cock out with her hand. She stroked it slowly as she continued to kiss him.

She parted from their kiss and knelt, his dick still grasped in her hand. “Don’t judge me,” she said. “It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this.”

“Sorry,” he joked. “I can’t hear you.”

Claire laughed and then placed her lips against the end of his cock, letting them slide around on the tip from the mixture of saliva and precum. Ben moaned. She was eager to please him and it showed.

Her lips parted and slid over the head of his dick while her tongue teased from below. She slid it farther in and then back out, wetting his shaft with her lips. She moved her hand up and down the base while she bobbed on the end. She moaned as she sucked his cock, taking it deeper with each stroke.

One last, long suck and it was free of her lips. She stood, grabbing the edge of his shirt and lifting until it came off of his arms. Then she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her nighty and slid them off her shoulders. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and stay a while,” she said.

Ben kicked his shoes off, then his socks, pulled his pants down with his boxers and kicked them to the side. He approached, grabbed the sides of her nighty and pulled down, freeing her tits. They were gloriously huge and they sagged slightly as was to be expected. He knelt and buried his face in her ample bosom, licking her nipples. Such a huge amount of flesh deserved his full attention, and he spent several minutes just sucking and kissing her tits.

As he stood, she sat on the edge of the bed working her nighty down over her belly. Then she lied back, lifted her hips and slid the nighty down her plump thighs and off at her ankles.

She wriggled on the bed, letting her hands glide up her sides and up over her breasts. Ben was impressed. The woman knew how to move. He couldn’t wait to please her. He pulled down her panties, revealing her surprisingly well-groomed pussy.

As he did so, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. She poured some onto her pussy and began to rub it in with her fingers. “Sorry, Ben,” she said. “At my age, sometimes I need a little assistance.”

Ben smiled, held out his hand and Claire poured some into it. He stroked his cock, making it slick with lubricant. She smiled back, rubbing some over her tits and fondling her nipples. “Now fuck me, stud,” she demanded.

She parted her legs and Ben slid his cock into her pussy. He couldn’t believe he was having sex with a woman who was in her fifties. The thought made him harder than he thought possible.

Her hands ran through his hair as he lay atop her body, fucking her. They kissed and licked and devoured each other in the passionate embrace of their sex. He went deep into her, prolonging each thrust to fill her with the maximum amount of stimulation. He wouldn’t last long now. Each kiss, each thrust, each brush of their skin against each other brought him nearer and nearer to completion. Pressure built in his balls and he held on. Just one more thrust, one more dive into her plentiful flesh, one more lick and kiss. He was on the precipice of release; an overwhelming rush of feeling that put him into a trance until finally he erupted into her waiting pussy, filling her with the heat of his semen.

The intensity made him punch-drunk. He couldn’t stop kissing her and licking her skin. He worked his way down her body, enjoying each curve along the way. He placed his hands under her thighs and began to lick her pussy, still slick from their sex.

She moaned and writhed as his tongue lapped at her clit, She tensed and cried out as she came, bathing his face in the wetness of her arousal.

They lied together for the rest of the night, naked and making jokes about what people would say if they knew what had happened that night. They agreed that it was probably best to keep it a private matter, but to be sure to sneak in another fuck after their meeting, before they had to go back to Baltimore. Who knew when they would have this kind of opportunity again.

I first met her in High School and like most High School friends we lost touch over the years, about 40 of them to be exact. We got back in touch on one of the Class Reunion sites and started talking again.

Reliving old memories as we laughed at the silly way we dressed and hairstyles and such. It was a great pleasure to become new friends with her once again.

We got to talking about Grand kids and what a surprise to have them as we did not think of ourselves as old enough, but life goes on as well as age. We discussed our failed marriages and the ones we were still in, why they had failed and what was right and wrong with this one.

Which in turn naturally turned to our sex life’s or lack of them as it may be.

She has not been happy with hers, although she loves her husband I let her know I was in the same boat as her. I had loved my wife but no sex, So we had split up a couple of months ago.

Sex is very important to me and as I found out, to Becky. Well months later we decided we had to finally meet up and have lunch and catch up more in person, So we set up a lunch date.

Being 55 and not having met another woman for anything in the past 28 years since being married I was quite nervous. The date quickly approached and I was getting more excited about seeing her again. But I gathered up my nerve and dressed nicely and set out for our “Date” so to speak.

She had told me she had worked hard the past few months, almost a year and finally lost 45 pounds. She had sent me a photo of her and she did look fantastic for being 55 herself. Not like aGrandma at all to me, I still saw the 15 year old I knew way back when.

I entered the diner and saw her sitting in the waiting area, She was gorgeous, dressed in a nice business suit, her hair made up very nice and her eyes sparkled as she saw me.

A huge smile crossed her face as she stood up and gave me a big hug, I hugged her back feeling her body press into mine. The hug may have lasted longer than proper, but I was not going to complain, She smelled delicious and her hair as it rubbed on my neck was so soft I think I could have hugged her another 15 minutes or more.

But we parted and got a table, we looked over the menu quickly and ordered a light lunch. For some reason she had sat beside me and I was enjoying the looks others were giving us.

Her Auburn hair shining as bright as her eyes, her business suit clinging tightly to her what appeared to be firm body. She was a woman I think any man would have been proud to be seen with and I for one was. As we waited for our food we chatted about things going on in our life’s at the moment and how amazing it was that after 40 years or so we had ended up in the same town and never knew it.

She told me about her three Grand kids and I told her about my two, how much fun it was to keep them and seeing everything new as they saw it. Our food came and it took forever to eat it as we stooped and talked more about things that had happened in the past 40 years.

I hated for the lunch to end but she had to get back to her job and I had to get back home too, so we gave each other another tight hug and promised to keep in touch.

Well, with life the way it is, we did not talk for a few weeks and then I got a call from Becky. She sounded upset and I inquired to what may be wrong.

“That cheating Bastard!” She replied.” Twenty Two years of marriage and that bastard has an affair with his Secretary. I would never had known if he had not closed out his email and I saw it. He was meeting up with her every Wednesday for the past Six years he confessed.”

“Look, slow down some Becky. Where are you? Your not driving are you? We don’t need you so upset you get into a wreck or something worse.” I told her. ” I said trying to get some more information from her.

“No, no, I am at home. He just left with his things. I am just so upset I don’t know what to do” She cried into the phone.

Knowing all of her family lived at least 150 miles away I asked if there was anything I could do for her. “Could you possibly come over for a bit? I really need someone here.”

“Well, I suppose I could.” She gave me directions to her house and I was there within the hour. She answered the door, her beautiful blue eyes red from crying and her face was puffy. But she was still gorgeous, And knowing I should not be thinking such thoughts and why I was here I cleared my mind and she welcomed me inside.

“Nice place you have here.” I said as I looked around, nothing fancy but clean and organized and nicely furnished. “I can’t imagine someone doing this to you Becky, unless you had other problems I don’t know about.”

“No, I really thought we had it all, a nice home, great relationship, well other than the lack of sex part anyway.” Her eyes lowered and filled with tears again. “Now I know why we were not having sex. That Bastard. I can’t bear the thought of telling my kids and honestly not knowing the whole story myself.” She began to cry as those thoughts filled her mind.

“Oh İstanbul Escort I am so sorry, can I offer you something to drink? Coffee or some tea? She asked me.

“No, in fact it appears to me you could use something stronger. Perhaps a mixed drink if you have one, have any bourbon and coke? I asked.

“yes we, uh I do and I think you are right, screw the time. Lets have one.” I glanced at the clock, it was 1:20 P.M. and she left the living room to fix them for us, when she returned I took a drink of mine as she sipped hers.

I almost choked she had made it so strong,”Uh Becky, did you give me Your drink? Damn girl this is strong!” I grinned at her.

“Oh I’m sorry, I guess my mind was someplace else as I poured them, do you want me to add some more coke?”

“Naw this is fine, I just won’t gulp it.” She laughed at that and it was nice to see her smiling.

“You know Becky, you really are beautiful when you smile.” I told her. I don’t know why I said it, but it was true.

“That is so nice of you to say Bill, I have not heard that in a long, long time. Thank You.”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. So what now? Uh, I mean about your situation. Any plans yet? Or not enough time to comprehend it all?” I asked her. I looked and saw her glass was now almost half empty and mine had hardly been touched.

“No Bill, I just knew I wanted him out of our house, well My house now it seems. I could not bear to look at him, knowing how he abused my trust and love. Could you tell me why men do that?”

“Well that is a fair question I suppose, it could be they want to appear more manly to others or they are not getting what they need at home. I know I have been tempted a few times after going weeks and sometimes over a month without it.” I told her not really knowing her situation but knowing mine too well.

“Some men just do it to prove their manhood in a way, others because they think they can get some on the side and get away with it. I am not really sure not knowing him or what other guys think.”

I took a bigger sip than I had intended, I let the heat in my throat cool off as I thought about what I had said and hoping it came out right.

“I suppose your right, But Bill, I gave him all he ever needed or so I thought. I did not let him do without and the only I ever refused was when it was not proper or I was ill.” She finished off her drink and stood up. “Would you like me to freshen up your drink?”

I still had at least half a glass so I refused, she went into the kitchen and made herself another strong one, this time I followed her. Yes, it was a strong one and I knew if she finished this one she would be feeling no pain. And I had no right to tell her anything different.

She took a big gulp of it, “Becky, do you think you should be killing that so fast? I don’t want you to get drunk and take advantage of me or something.” I grinned at her.

She laughed and said,” You are so sweet, why couldn’t we have got together back then.”

“Well, you know it may not have worked out then either, us both being so young and dumb. Who knows.” I thought about that and I looked down at the floor. “You just never know.”

She took me by the arm and led me back to the living room, this time instead of sitting on the other side of the sofa she sat closer to me. I must say it was making me a bit nervous but I said nothing.

“So Bill tell me about your sex life, you said you don’t get it for weeks at a time or more? Why???”

I took a drink and thought about it, “I honestly don’t know Becky. I know it is good when we did have it. I made sure she was pleased and always have in one way or another.” I answered her.

“What do you mean in one way or another?” She asked sincerely.

“Well, You know.” I blushed.

“No Bill I really don’t. I mean I have read some on sex and sexuality, but our sex life was pretty mundane if you ask me. I did try spicing it up some with different nightgowns and things. But he just wanted to be on top, never any variety.” She took another sip of her drink, at least she is slowing down some I thought to myself.

“So your telling me that you never, uh, well, You know. Never tried anything kind of wild or anything?”

“Ha, I can say No to that. He wanted on top and to get his and go to sleep. It was his routine.” She looked sad when she opened up to me about that.

“Wait a minute, you never had oral sex at least? I questioned her.

“Oh heavens no, he truly thought that was disgusting. To kiss me after I would have done that? I think he would have thrown up or something the way he acted when I mentioned it once.”

I am sorry, but I just Had to laugh out loud about that. “What a idiot.” I said. “Goodness, no oral sex. Jeez, I don’t know what we would have done without at least oral sex. And never trying any other positions? Good Lord woman, How did he find someone else to fuck him?

I said it before I thought about it and felt like a fool for it. “I’m sorry Kadıköy Escort Becky, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“No, Your right, I can’t believe it myself now that I think about it. Poor girl does not know what she is getting into or not going to get.” And she laughed at herself as she said it.

My drink and hers were almost gone so we went and got us one more. Myself, I was already feeling no pain and she had a look on her face saying she did not either. “What the hell.” I thought to myself, I have a few hours before I need to get home, that is plenty of time to sober up for the drive back.

We went back and sat down on the sofa again and this time she was sitting almost on top of me. I was not going to ask her to move, she looked so nice and smelled fantastic, it was very pleasant to have her that close.

She leaned over to me, her shoulder touching mine and said, “Can I tell you a secret?” slightly slurring her words.

“Sure Becky, go ahead.”

“I always wanted to fuck you when we were teenagers.” She laughed and I did with her.

“Well then Becky, Can I tell You a secret too?

“Sure ya can.” She smiled at me.

“Well, I always wanted to fuck you too in High School.” I saw her eyes drift back to School days, “But I am sure it was just our young hormones raging at the time.”

“Nope, wasn’t raging hormones back then, no more than it is now!” She looked into my eyes. She moved her hand to my thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“Wooooahh there Becky, I’m not sure we meant for this to go this far. I mean you are one beautiful lady and I would really love to, but you are emotional right now and very hurt. I don’t want to take advantage of this situation.” I said earnestly.

“Fuck this situation” She almost spat at the thought of her husband fucking who ever he wanted and not her. “I wanted you then and I want you now, Please don’t turn me away too.” Her eyes filled with tears once more.

I put my arm around her and pulled her to me, her hair on my neck again, so soft and her perfume filling my nostrils and all my better judgment. I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face up so I could see it.

“Becky, I don’t want to hurt you, you don’t deserve that. And I am sure you deserve better than me.” I told her truthfully.

She moved her face to mine and our lips met, her lips so soft and I felt her tongue forcing into my mouth. Our tongues fought as we tried to make up for all the lost years in the one kiss. Her hand grasped my now hardening dick and I reached over and lay my hand on her breast.

I felt around and could not feel a bra, surely at 55 she was not this firm I thought to myself. I could feel her nipple as it thickened in my palm. Her hand massaging my dick and making it harder than I could remember in a long time.

We broke our kiss and she said, “I always wanted to do this, let me please!” I just nodded yes.

She got off the sofa and onto her knees in front of me. She reached up and unzipped my trousers, I lifted my hips to let her take them off. My erection pressing hard on my boxers, she leaned over my crotch and began kissing my thighs and licking as she moved closer to my hard on.

I would have thought she would have her eyes shut, but she kept staring into mine the whole time. She reached my cock and kissed it though the boxers and I felt her nibble on it lightly as her hair lay on my legs and lower belly.

She picked her head up, and I could not tell if she had decided to stop, realizing just what she was doing. But no, she knew exactly what she was doing as her hands went to the waist band on my boxers and she began to remove them from me.

Her eyes widened as she saw my dick stand up in front of her face, not 8 inches away. “Oh My God, It is beautiful.” She said softly, as if she had said it any louder she would wake from a dream.

I ran my hand through her soft hair and looked in her eyes,’I will ask you once again Becky, are you sure you want to do this?”

“I have never wanted to do anything more than this in my life.” And with that she moved her lips to my dick and kissed it. I felt her tongue as she opened her mouth and licked it from the bottom to the top. She actually moaned when she did this, I did not try to hurry her, I wanted her to do this in her own time. Although I really wanted her to go faster, but good things come to those who wait, so I waited.

I lay back on the sofa with my eyes closed, just enjoying this moment, one we had waited too many years for. She kissed and licked my dick for at least ten minutes before I felt the heat of her mouth surround me.

Her hand was wrapped around the shaft and she put her lips around the head of it and it almost seemed to me she was afraid to go further as she licked the head. But I soon learned she was not as I felt her lower her face down taking more of me inside her warm mouth. Once again I heard a soft moan come from her.

I lay there and opened my eyes to see this sight as her head began the up and down bobbing Ataşehir Escort and she seemed to instinctively know to move her hand in time with her head as she sucked me.

I though to myself, Man her husband is a real dildo to never have let this beautiful woman do this to him. And I grinned as she got more enthused and even more aggressive as she sucked me off.

It had been a couple of months since my soon to be Ex-wife and I had any sex so I knew I would not be long before I would fill her mouth with my spunk.

“Becky, you need to stop.” She looked at me with a fear in her eyes.

“Am I doing it wrong?” She asked. I grinned at her.

“No not at all, but if you don’t stop now I know I will cum, and if we are going to do this, I want to do you right.”

I helped her stand up, “Is there a place we could be more comfortable Becky?”

She took my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom, I helped her as she pulled the comforter back off the bed and lay it on the chest at the foot of the bed. I went to her and kissed her and our hands went to the buttons of each others clothes as we rushed to get undressed.

Eager to see her now thinner body she had told me about I got on my knees and pulled her summer dress off her feet, me face level with her thin yellow lace covered panties. I leaned in and gave her crotch a kiss.

I left them on her for now and stood back up and she undressed me, taking her time as she removed my shirt then pants. Standing there in my boxers that now had a very prominent wet spot growing by the minute.

We kissed once more and then lay on her bed, we touched each other like virgins, eager to find new and exciting places on each other.

I kissed her neck and felt her tremble as I slowly moved my mouth lower down to her chest, her breasts were firm and showed only small stretch marks from her birthing her children. Dark thick nipples protruded from them and I had to have one in my mouth, and soon.

I wasted no time in doing just that and I felt its hardness as my lips wrapped around it, giving it a light suck I felt her body quiver. I smiled to myself knowing the pleasures she was about to experience. I kissed down her belly, giving it light licks and sucking on it here and there.

I worked my way further south and felt the silky panties on my face, her pubic hairs sticking out the leg holes, I could smell the aroma of her sex as I got closer to it. Gently spreading her legs I kissed all over her inner thighs, nibbling on the soft flesh of her legs.

I put my hands on her panties and pulled them down her long legs. I felt how soft and silky they were, getting excited knowing they were still warm form her flesh as I held them. I started kissing my way up her legs up to her fuzzy crotch.

Kissing close but not too close to her opening, I wanted to tease her and build her excitement up slowly. I stuck my nose into her bush and nuzzled her wet slit for a moment before letting my tongue slip out of my mouth and run up her slit. She gasped loudly as my tongue opened her lips up and her juices were flowing freely as I tasted her for the first time.

I licked her pussy, knowing this was the first time ever for her as I reached her clit. She her body quivered and I heard her say, “Oh My God! when my lips circle her clit and I gave it a small suck. My hands were on her legs and I felt them shaking as I continued to do everything in my power to arouse her, and sucking and licking her pussy seemed to be doing the job.

I kissed, licked and sucked on her pussy for about 10 minutes when I felt her whole body start shaking. “Oh my God.” she cried out, “I’m cumming Bill, don’t stop, Please don’t stop!”

Well I had no plans on stopping and continued to lick her sweet, wet pussy. When I felt she was right on the verge of letting go completely I moved my mouth to her clit and bit it lightly then started licking it furiously. Her hips bounced off the bed , mashing my face into her pussy, her hands grabbed behind my head and forced me to stay there licking her pussy.

She had the hardest orgasm I think I had ever given a woman, her breathing was fast and short, her body thrashed around on the bed, me trying to stay up with her as it did. Then I heard her scream out, “Oh yes, oh yes, Oh God don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop.”

She flooded my face with her ejaculation when she squirted in my face, I just kept on licking her hard little clit. Her body shook and her hands had grabbed the sheets and was pulling them from the bed as she came.

Finally she could stand no more and almost begged me,” Stop, Stop, I can’t take any more. Please stop and let me breath.” I grinned and climbed up beside her and cuddled up against her, my erection firmly resting on her hip as I reached around her and pulled her close to me.

I kissed her neck and she turned to face me then looked in my eyes and kissed me. “She is tasting herself on my lips and tongue.” I thought to myself as our tongues were tangled in each others mouths.

I had subconsciously begun to rub my dick on her hip while kissing her, leaving a light trail of my pre-cum on it. Her hand reached over to feel it and I moved away from her warm body to let her do as she pleased with it. She gently played with it a few minutes before telling me.

Beatrice – my first experience of “dogging”

When Ed and I were twenty-two, we were working in a local garden centre to get some money for a vacation after finishing college. The rest of the work force was mainly female from girls to older married women earning some pin money. We tended to get all the dirtier heavier jobs but also more overtime and a bit of fun with the younger girls over lunchtime!

Neither of us had really fantasised about older women, other than film stars, and certainly over none of the older women who worked with us, as they all looked rather plain in their overalls and wellies. However one Friday afternoon that all changed.

We had volunteered to work overtime when the others had left at lunch time and had just completed clearing a potting shed and come up to the office to report to the boss that we had finished when we heard grunts and moans. We looked in the window and to our surprise our boss; a guy in his early sixties had Bea (one of our co -workers in her early forties) up on the desk with her skirt up round her thighs and was pumping energetically between them. We watched fascinated as he obviously brought her to a moaning climax before shooting his load into her.

We were even more fascinated when he fell back into his big chair with his large cock still fairly hard and ordered her to suck him. Blouse open and small boobs hanging out, Bea obediently knelt down and grabbing her head the old guy started to ride her mouth.

Ed and I both had erections as we watched this totally unexpected sexual performance but I think we both nearly climaxed when he pulled her up and bent her over the desk with her rear exposed and roughly parted her cheeks. Ed grated through clenched teeth ” he’s going to give her it up the ass.” Surely enough the old guy tried to enter the head of his obviously renewed erection into her ass.

We saw her try to wriggle away protesting loudly ” that will hurt!”

But he was much bigger and stronger and he held her down firmly and as she resignedly held her rear up, we heard him mutter ” I’ve been wanting that sexy little ass since I hired you.” Holding her buttocks firmly he rammed it home. We heard her muffled scream and she made low moaning sounds as he thrust his huge rod in and out of her rear exhorting her to ” take it you little fuck.” Until eventually we realised that she was now responding to his thrusts and he muttered, “I knew you’d love to be ass fucked!”

With nearly bursting erections, we saw for the first time a woman put up her ass to willingly let a guy sodomise her. After a bout of energetic thrusting at her bobbing ass, he obviously climaxed and with a grunt came off in her. Withdrawing he muttered, ” that wasn’t bad at all – you’re as good a bit of ass as I heard you could be,” before lumbering off to the loo to wash himself.

For a few minutes she lay ass up on the table and I think both Ed and I would have given anything to have rushed in and replaced the old guy in those pert buttocks. Ed said, “Lets push off before he sees us,” so we went back down to the potting shed until we heard him call.

When we went up to the office I saw Ed smirk when the boss told us Bea had been helping with some paperwork and asked if I could drop her off on my way home – I was more than happy to oblige! Both Ed and I looked at her a bit differently after seeing her in action. She was about 5’3″ tall with dark shaggy shoulder length hair (with a slight reddish tinge) and at one time she had been quite a looker. She still had a slim girlish figure although this was now hidden in a baggy shirt and skirt. And from what we had seen of her rear, legs and thighs in the office and her legs as she swung her legs into the car and the longish skirt rode up, I thought she would look really well in a shortish skirt.

The conversation was a bit stilted until I dropped Ed off, but after that I managed to find out a bit more about her. She was 42 and separated with three children. Prior to her marriage she had worked as a secretary and she Kartal Escort had taken her current job until a secretarial vacancy came up. In fact she said the boss and she had been talking about the possibility of her moving into the office.

When I stopped to let her out, I plucked up the courage to ask her out that night – she seemed a bit surprised and said ” I’m flattered to be asked out, but I really do think I’m much too old for you – you are only about four years older than my daughter.”

I really rose to the occasion and told her I preferred older women and had fancied her since the first time I’d seen her and had been trying to pluck up courage to ask her out.

Eventually she agreed to go out with me that night for a drink – “to see how things went” and I agreed to pick her up about 7.30. When I called Ed he was quite jealous but told me I had to tell him all the ” gory details”.

I was a bit shocked when I arrived to see Bea, her hair done but no make up and dressed in sweater and jeans, with the two younger kids. She said her daughter was supposed to baby sit but at the last minute had decided to go away for the weekend and she was going to have to cancel. I asked her could she not try someone else and she said she had tried her sister but she hadn’t called back.

The god’s smiled on me at that moment because the phone rang and it was her sister returning her call and agreeing to take the children if we could drop them off. I made myself a coffee as she rushed about getting some clothes together and I could help admiring her little obviously unbraed breasts dangling in the sweater and her curvaceous little rump in the tight jeans. I couldn’t help thinking what use I could put her body to.

Half an hour later having dropped the kids off we were back at her house and I had another coffee while she went up to change. Talk about Cinderella, when she entered the room it really was a transformation. She was very well made up and dressed to kill in a slinky tight red lycra top with obviously no bra as her nipples were poking out in a most exciting fashion. This topped a very short tight black leather skirt with black stockings. A short black jacket completed her outfit and it was with a very hard erection that I followed her out to the car.

This got even bigger and harder when I opened the door for her and as she swung her legs I got a fantastic glimpse of white creamy thigh above the lacy tops of her hold ups. She caught my glance and murmured it’s difficult to be modest with short skirts but I know you guys like them.

I took her to a local hotel and was pleased by the number of guys who showed an interest in my date. A few large G&Ts later she was telling me how much nearly all the girls and woman at work fancied me and how she had been really flattered when I asked her out. She said she hoped it wasn’t just for sex. She admitted to having had a few guys since her separation and said one of these had blabbed about how hot she was and she had a lot of guys ask her out simply “to get into her knickers”.

When I jokingly said ” how hot?” she smiled and said her ex husband would be surprised at some of the things she had done since she was married as he had thought she was frigid. After a few more drinks, when I pressed her again about ” how hot?”

She smiled and said, ” With the right guy there really isn’t any limit.”

When I smiled and asked her ” am I the right sort of guy?”

She said “mmmm, very possibly”.

Pressed again she admitted that she had been a little wild initially after the separation and when she had gone to stay with her sister, had slept with her brother in law and a couple of his younger friends. She also admitted having slept with four or five guys locally and the boss. When I said, ” mmmm that does sound fairly hot, what have you not done?”

She smiled and murmured ” gone to bed with a really nice young guy like you!”

I couldn’t wait to get her out of the hotel and immediately we got outside Tuzla Escort I pulled her to me to kiss her. I was surprised at how willingly she responded with her tongue seeking out mine and as my hand closed over her perky little breasts with their excitingly long erect nipples, I felt one of her hands finding the bulge in my trousers. ” Mmmm” she murmured “I’ve been wanting to do that that all night”. Pushing my hand up her skirt I met no resistance and found that she was not wearing any pants. I felt the dampness of her pussy and would have taken her there and then but for some people coming out.

The drive back to her house was a blur with her hand on my cock and mine up her skirt. We literally flew up the drive of her house and I almost ripped her jacket off – I was ready to take her in the hall but she said “lets do it in bed.”

Grabbing at her little pert ass as we made our way up the stairs I threw her on the bed, rucked up her skirt to expose fantastically ripe creamy thighs and a pretty trimmed bush. She was as keen as I was and her cool questing hands guided my rod into her hot and welcoming pussy. I had never had such a willing partner. She was like a live animal under me meeting my thrusts with the most exciting pelvic movements, telling me how lovely I was and wonderful it was and as she moved towards her climax shouting and moaning in obvious pleasure at being impaled on my rod.

I felt and heard her come to climax and with a sense of relief let the flood gates go and pumped into her. As I came to a very long climax her she gripped me tightly with her vaginal muscles literally pumping me dry. As I rolled off her she was on top of me kissing and fondling me and telling me how wonderful it was before getting up and stripping off to reveal a very taut trim body with high riding small perky breasts with exciting inch long erect nipples (from feeding her kids) – a very trim waist line and a nice small tummy (albeit with a few stretch lines ” “don’t look at my tummy!”) and truly superb trim yet muscular thighs and legs well presented in sheer black hold ups. AND what was truly magnificent was her very pert yet protruding rear, which I knew she could use to very good effect.

I murmured – “you look really fantastic.”

She smiled and said, ” I’m glad you think so I’ve had to work really hard to get back into shape. Now lets see if you look as good without your clothes as you do in them!”

As I got up to strip I felt my cock stirring again at the thought of what this very sexy woman and I were going to do. And as I stepped out of my boxers I heard her say ” you are really beautiful, I’m really going to enjoy making love to you.” I had never really felt a woman want me as much if not more than me and I found it strangely exciting to let her take control. When I lay down she knelt over me to firstly lick my cock and balls before taking my throbbing length into her mouth.

As she did so I couldn’t help see her little raised rump in the dressing table mirror and pulled her round so I could knead it as she give me truly excellent head. As I thrust to meet her bobbing head I felt her hand go between my hips and I raised myself to find an exciting fingernail test my anus. When my probing finger found hers I found it had been well lubricated but she moaned, ” gently I’m a little tender there.” When her probing finger entered me I was gone and I climaxed deep into her throat. As we lay impaled on each other’s fingers, I lay pumping into her mouth, which was greedily sucking the last drop of my ejaculant.

Seemingly quite insatiable she laid back legs apart and said ” your turn, “. I roused myself and knelt between her thighs as she eagerly put her clit up to be tongued. As I tongued her she was extremely vocal and obviously really enjoying what she was getting. As I tried to bring her to climax with my tongue and fingers she suddenly murmured ” I know what you would like” and moving through 180 degrees she moved beneath me until I was kneeling on her chest and while I lapped Anadolu Yakası Escort at her pussy from the reverse angle I felt her hands parting my hips.

Her exploratory finger in my rear, gave me an immediate erection which found a home between her pert little breasts and was matched by mine seeking her rosebud. This erection went to almost immediate bursting point when I felt her tongue start to explore my anus. I was frantically finger fucking her in both orifices and licking her clit, and riding her boobs while she tongue fucked me. As I felt her come to climax I knew where I wanted to have my climax and turning her round I parted her upturned buttocks.

As I tried to mount her anus she moaned ” Oh Tom, take it easy I really am sore there ” but I am afraid I could not take no for an answer. As I entered the head of my cock she screamed ” take it easy I’m ripped.”

Easing back I said, ” Well you ease on to me.” Very gingerly she eased her buttocks slowly back on to me gradually inch by inch impaling herself slowly on to my waiting rod.

Eventually her soft cool buttocks were resting on my balls and with a sense of satisfaction I savoured the fact that I had my cock in a woman’s ass for the first time. Savouring the moment I pulled her back against me and with one hand fondling her breasts I pulled her round and kissed her ” murmuring that’s my first time for this.”

She murmured “I ‘m glad I don’t usually let guys take me like this but I love you inside me- I’d let you do anything!” Gently pushing her forward into a kneeling position again I slowly withdrew gently before plunging my whole rod into her again and as she moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure I really enjoyed buggering her fantastically prominent butt.

As I came off she fell forward on the bed and once again I enjoyed the sensation of her tight anal ring milking my cock dry. Once again she said “I hope you enjoyed that because I don’t really let guys take me there – in fact you are only the third guy to have me like that.” When pressed she admitted that she hadn’t even let her hubby have her there – it was only her brother in law and the boss had her like that. I feigned surprise that the boss had her and she rather shamefacedly admitted to having him that afternoon.

As we lay having a drink after our exertions, I said, “that is hot, two guys in one day “- she admitted that she had indeed felt rather risqué thinking of having the two of us in one day. And I asked her was that the most extreme thing she had done and I have to admit my erection took another jerk when she said nearly.

When pressed she admitted that she had ” nearly had two guys at once”. When she had been away on a weekend with Bill, a friend of her brother in law, in a foursome with her sister and brother in law. She was making love to her friend, rather noisily, as it happens, when her brother in law slipped into the room. He murmured ” I couldn’t get to sleep with your racket” and as Bill between her thighs kept riding, her brother in law started to kiss her and fondle her breasts. If they hadn’t heard her sister stir she said she didn’t know what would have happened. When I pressed her she said she’d had quite a few drinks but did quite enjoy the novel sensation and would probably had taken the two of them on. Although when they asked her later to do it she had turned them down.

The thought of my having this fully sexually liberated woman really did stimulate my imagination and I spent the rest of the night coupling with her including making full use of her anus a second time. I also found that the stats of the figure I had been enjoying was a girlish 34b 27 35. When I eventually left the next morning I had extracted another date for that evening but I thought I might like to give her a real surprise that is to share her pleasures with Ed.

The next night when I picked her up she was obviously keen to please in a black totally sheer see through top and a black very short tight skirt with a split up the thigh which when she walked clearly demonstrated she was wearing stockings and suspenders. When I commented on her outfit she smiled and said, ” well you’ve seen all I have to offer – so I thought I might as well present it as well as possible.” I smiled and thought to myself this is going to blow Ed’s mind.

The following is a true story of my first experience with a MILF a number of years ago when I was in my early 20’s. To say the least, it was a learning experience and, looking back, a defining moment in my sex life. I learned a lot about pleasing a woman and began my real appreciation for an elegantly dressed woman. I hope you enjoy this and I’d like to hear comments, particularly from women about their experiences. Pegasus

BARBARA Part I

Back in 1972 when I was 23 I met my first MILF. I can only say it was a memorable experience. I was in the Navy, stationed in Florida and lived in a trailer park just off base. Although there were several hot looking young women living there, but with the close surroundings I pretty much minded my own business. Across the street from my trailer was a young couple who I was good friends with and we partied together frequently. Next to them lived a woman named Barbara, who was married to a career Navy man, along with her 5 children.

Living in the Sunshine State I took full advantage of the weather and spent a lot of time outside enjoying the Florida sun, usually wearing flip flops and a pair of jogging shorts. I was athletic and often played ball or Frisbee with the kids in the neighborhood when I wasn’t out surfing. Being the friendly type, I always said hello to Barbara and would wave when she would look out on the kids. Even at a distance, it was easy to see she had rather large tits and a pleasing curvy figure. One early October day I was surprised when Barbara came to my door and said she had a favor to ask me. I say surprised, because other than the hellos and waves, we had never really talked. I could not help but notice how attractive she was, finally seeing her close up. She was dressed in a neatly pressed white cotton blouse, tight orange shorts and heels. Her skin was smooth and she didn’t need or use a lot of makeup. Here dark hair was medium length and perfectly styled. Even in such casual attire, she was very elegant with just the right touch of jewelry and sensual, with one button left undone on her blouse to allow a teasing view of her cleavage. Her tits were indeed a D-cup, confirming my previous estimates from a distance. Her shorts left little to the imagination as they hugged every curve.

“I came over to ask you a favor,” she started, “I have some Christmas presents that I don’t want my kids to find and would like to know if I could hide them in your trailer.” She noticed my look of hesitation and continued, “I’ll make it very worth your while.”

That statement confused me a bit. I responded, “I’d be happy to do it just as a friendly neighbor, but,” I continued, “My ship is deploying soon and I will not be home for a number of months.” I would actually not be back before Christmas.

Barbara looked visibly upset and repeated, “I’ll really give you a good deal, but I’ve been around the Navy long enough and I understand deployments.”

We chatted a bit longer, sitting on the steps of my trailer, and I’m sure she noticed my frequent glances at her tits as she said, “We need to become better friends. I agreed with her as she headed back to her trailer. As she opened the door to her trailer she turned and waved, and said, “Talk to you soon.” I sat picturing the wonderful wiggle of her ass as she walked away and wondered if she had noticed my cock stirring while we were talking.

The next evening, Saturday, I was home watching TV and just relaxing. I heard a knock at the door and it was my friends from across the street and Barbara. The said they were going to the club for a few drinks and to play some pool and asked me to join them, saying, “Barbara needs a pool partner.”

I had planned to begin getting my things together for the upcoming deployment, but then Barbara said, “Pretty please,” with a sexy little pout. She was dressed in a black blouse with a couple buttons left open to show off her breasts and a very tight green skirt, cut about six inches above her knees and nice high heels. Just like the previous day, her makeup and hair were flawless and her jewelry added the perfect accent.

There was no way I was going to resist that request so I said, “Give me 10 minutes to get ready and I’ll be right out.” As I dressed, my mind was racing with erotic thoughts and my cock started responding.

At the club we had a couple beers as we played pool. Barbara and I chatted non-stop when we were not shooting and I had the opportunity to compliment her on her clothes, telling her, “You look stunning. I’ve never seen you dressed up like this.”

My compliment brought a big smile to her face and she thanked me and said, “I like to wear nice feminine clothes, but with the kids I don’t get to enjoy dressing like this too often.”

Her smile was so beautiful I added, “You smile is radiant too, so I guess you are really enjoying the evening.”

“Absolutely, I know it will be a special night.”

After a while I noticed every time it was my turn to shoot, Barbara would be at the opposite Bayan Eskort side of the table facing me. When standing, she would be in a sexy pose showing off her tits and one time, sitting, her skirt rode way up and gave me a clear view of her panty covered beaver. We lost that game and Barbara suggested we all go for a walk on the beach. It was a warm evening so we all immediately agreed.

For the short ride to the beach Barbara and I sat in the back and she moved very close to me and I was able to enjoy her perfume.

“What kind of perfume are you wearing? I really enjoy it; it has a very sensual scent.”

She put her hand on my arm and told me the name and said, “Thank you,” leaving her resting softly on my arm.

For such a soft touch, I sent lightning bolts through me. I was also treated to a wonderful view of her thighs as her skirt had ridden up well above her knees.

At the beach Barbara had to take her heels off and the two couples strolled along together. I say couples because almost automatically Barbara and I put our arms around each other and she leaned into me more as we walked through the ankle deep water as it receded after a wave broke.

A few minutes later however, Barbara suggested we wade out farther to enjoy the foamy surf. As we inched out slowly to deeper water, Barbara said, “I don’t want to get my nice clothes wet. Why don’t we just strip down to our underwear? It’s just like wearing bathing suits, right?

“Yeah, if you have underwear on,” I said, “But I don’t want to get arrested.”

Barbara playfully called me, “Party pooper,” as she headed to the car where she put her clothes ion the back seat. Once free of her clothes she turned to me and asked,”How’s that?”

“Beautiful,” was all I could say as I saw more of her full tits.

We headed back to the water as Barbara whispered,”I Think not wearing underwear is sexy,” and she gave my butt a playful squeeze and kissed cheek.

Soon we were all soaking wet and her thin underwear hid very little. I now could see her big areole with large hard nipples poking through the transparent bra. We were holding on to each other for support against the breaking waves and soon were taking every opportunity to feel each other up. I quickly learned Barbara’s tits were very firm and she did not seem to mind me touching them at all, and I certainly did not mind her hand feeling my crotch or ass.

We were getting accustomed to the water when Barbara suggested we go back home and put our bathing suits on. We only lived 5 minutes away, so all agreed. Arriving at the trailer park we all dashed off to change and met back at the car, this time with towels. I was treated to a lovely sight as Barbara had put on a tiny bikini.

Back at the beach, instead of heading back out into the surf, Barbara and I decided to walk along the beach a ways so we could talk and enjoy our new found friendship. Again arm in arm, holding each other tightly, she said, “This is much better in a bathing suit.”

I agreed saying, “I love the way you look in that tiny bikini.” She just smiled and put her head softly on my shoulder as we ambled along.

It was a beautiful moonlit night and we stopped to gaze out over the water. I snuggled close behind Barbara with my arms around her waist. She quietly whispered,”This is really an old bikini, why do you like it so much?”

“You looked very attractive and sexy,” which made her smile warmly. I continued, “And I love the sight of your beautiful tits in that tiny top.” At the same time I moved my hands up to hold her firm globes for the first time.

She responded by moaning and said, “I don’t mind if you take my top off so you can see them completely.”

As the tiny top fell away all I could say is, “Wow.” Her nipples were very big and hard. Yes, of course I told her so and began caressing her tits and gently rolling the nipples between my fingers. I could not resist telling her, “Your nipples are so hard.” They were actually the largest I have ever seen, even to this day.

Barbara immediately responded, “And they need a lot of that kind of attention.” She started telling me she had been watching me for some time and confided, “I enjoy seeing me in your tiny running shorts and can’t help trying to see what you have under them.” She continued, “That’s really why I came over to see you yesterday. Yes, I do have some Christmas presents I need to hide, but I really wanted to see up your shorts up close. With that she turned and put her hand on my now very erect cock erection and we began kissing deeply. When we finally came up for air she said she loved my touch and would do her best to make sure I would not be disappointed.

I did not need any more urging as we headed back up the beach, her tits jiggling beautifully in the moonlight. She said she really did not want to cover up but knew she better before we got back to our friends. So I helped her back into the tiny bra, and enjoyed watching her adjust them Anadolu Yakası Escort to show as much as possible.

Barbara whispered, “I’ll gladly come over to your trailer and show them to me again.” As we returned to the trailer park she said, “I’ll be over in a few minutes after I get dried off and cleaned up.

I gave her a soft kiss on her neck which made her moan.

I quickly answered the soft knock, wearing only my unlined jogging shorts. Barbara had on the white blouse and orange shorts as if telling me she was bringing me a present. “You are a beautiful sight,” and also admitted I fell the same way when she had come over in the same outfit the previous day.

We quickly fell into a deep hot kiss, grinding our hips together. When we broke, Barbara said, “Now you know what I meant when I said I’d make it worth your while.”

Sitting on the sofa we continued kissing passionately as our hands roamed over each other. I quickly found she was not wearing a bra as her very hard nipples were poking through her blouse. I whispered, “I love the sight of your braless tits.”

She responded by seductively unbuttoning her blouse saying, “Let me share them with you. I love the feel of your hands all over them.”

When her blouse was finally off I began kissing the large mounds, my hands moved to her shorts which she also gladly helped remove to reveal tiny bikini panties, which also were quickly removed. No sooner was she beautifully naked than she was pulling at my shorts to free my raging cock. “I want to feel this inside me.”

I quickly took her hand and stood up ready to lead her to my bedroom, but instead we found ourselves in a tight embrace, my hands around her shapely ass, pulling her tightly against me. Not that I needed to pull that tightly since she was grinding her hips against mine so my erection was between her legs and sliding along the already wet lips of her hot pussy.

Breathlessly I told her, “We ought to go to my bed so we can really fuck.”

Barbara happily responded, “I’ve been looking forward to just that for some time.”

We fell onto the bed kissing deeply and continuing to explore each other’s bodies. My hands kept her nipples hard and I could not resist taking them in my mouth again. She loved it when I rolled the stiff tips between my lips and tongued them.

“You’re driving me crazy. I love having so much attention paid to my tits,” As she held my head tightly to her heaving chest.

I could feel her passion rising and I already knew there was a very wet pussy just waiting for attention. I kissed my way down her chest and stomach. As I did so she asked, “Are you going to eat my pussy?”

“Uh huh,” I mumbled.

“I love that even more that having my tits sucked.”

She was very accommodating as she opened her legs wide and used her delicate fingers to open her wet pussy for me to enjoy. She tasted wonderful and her juices were flowing freely. My hands were free so I reached back up to continue teasing her big nipples. All the while Barbara was encouraging me and telling me how much she enjoyed having her pussy eaten. I could feel her excitement building and she began grinding her hips against my mouth. My tongue worked her clit and darted in and out of her. Soon she was in the throes of an orgasm, her pussy flooded with her juices, which I continued to savor.

“Baby, you better fuck me now. I need you stiff cock in me.”

I kissed my way back up her body, lingering at her glorious tits again. She moved her legs to guide my cock straight to her waiting pussy and I entered her slowly, pushing my full 9 inches all the way in her hot hole so she could feel the entire length. Her pussy was wonderfully tight around me and she said with delight, “You are stretching my cunt. It feels sooooooo goooooood.

We both began thrusting slowly and steadily, pushing as deep as possible each time, but we were both so hot it was not long before we were pounding away at each other, enjoying a fantastic fuck.

Barbara was very vocal, “You are touching my clit and hitting bottom with every stroke. I have not been fucked this good in a long time. I love your cock!”

We were both truly enjoying pleasuring each other. As we continued feverishly, we kissed passionately and our hands were all over each other. Mine hands taking turns between her tits, nipples and ass, hers searching my ass and roaming all over my back. I can’t tell you how long we fucked, but we both enjoyed powerful and vocal orgasms as our passions peaked from the hours of teasing and anticipation. In Barbara’s case maybe I should say weeks or months as she said, “I’ve been looking at your cock in your shorts for so long and dreaming how good it would feel in me. It was better than I ever dreamed.

As our orgasms subsided and we began to relax we continued to kiss and enjoy our new found sex. Barbara began telling me, “I have been watching you and trying to find ways to get you to fuck me. I almost Pendik Escort came out and asked you if you like to fuck me as we were sitting on the steps yesterday afternoon.”

“Maybe you should have, we would not have had to wait the additional 24 hours. But, you certainly did not disappoint me and I will gladly fuck you anytime you like.”

With that she said, “Roll over on your stomach,” and she proceeded to provide very special attention to my asshole, which was very exciting and already getting my dick hard again. She even used her pretty tits and pushed one of her hard nipples into my ass, which made me very hard in no time.

“WOW!”

“Roll back over lover. You ate her pussy so wonderfully. I want to let you enjoy my mouth around my dick.”

I certainly did enjoy it. Today, some 35 years later, she still remains the most memorable woman to ever suck my cock. As her head bobbed in a wonderful motion up and down the full length of my excited dick, I continued to enjoy keeping her nipples hard. She kept bringing me to the brink of an orgasm then would stop me so she could continue enjoying me with her mouth.

Barbara stopped to enjoy her work, “I love the size of your cock,” and with a sexy smile, she continued, “Let’s see how big I can make it. Of course, then I’ll have to make it go down again.”

Now it was her turn to slowly kiss her way up my body. She paused to allow her big mounds to dangle around my cock as she sucked my nipples. Then moved up so her big tits were right over my face, which I took full advantage off, sucking her nipples to their full hardness. Neither of us wanted to wait another moment as she positioned her hot pussy over my cock and slid all the way down around me as we both enjoyed the tremendous excitement. Again we started with a slow grind, but built to the point where Barbara was bouncing up and down my full length. As she fucked away, I reached for her tits and began tweaking her nipples, which just drove her crazy as she picked up the pace even more.

She was getting close to a big orgasm and urged. “Fuck me deep. Give me that big cock.”

I lifted my ass off the bed pushing as far as possible into her willing pussy. It was not long before we were both cuming again. This time, we could only collapse in each others arms and enjoyed the afterglow of a fantastic fuck.

Barbara softly whispered, “You satisfied me more than I have been in a long, long time. I hope we can enjoy more fucking in the near future.

Of course I agreed saying, “If you had only asked me sooner, we could have been enjoy wonderful fucks a long time ago. I will gladly give you my cock anytime you want it.”

It was late, and Barbara needed to get back home, so we cleaned each other up and returned to the living room where we had thrown off our clothes. I reluctantly helped her put her blouse on because I was still enjoying the sight of her glorious tits and nipples that were still hard, but they did poke out nicely through her blouse.

She helped me put my shorts on as she said, “Thank you for finally letting her see first hand the treasure you kept hidden underneath those shorts.”

Still excited, we kissed passionately a bit longer as neither of us wanted this to end. Finally she had to go, and I offered, “Let me help you put these back on,” holding her tiny panties and shorts.

“That’s OK; the blouse covers me enough to get across the street.”

We shared our final kiss and I told her, “I will be home tomorrow night and I would love to fuck you to your heart’s content if you are available.

She responded with a warm smile, a tender kiss and whispered, “I’d really like that. I’ll be over as soon as I can tomorrow evening.

I watched her walk back across the street and the blouse did cover her enough for anyone looking from farther away. For me it was a final wonderful view of her shapely ass, which she gave a special wiggle as she looked sexily back over her shoulder. The she waved, blew me a kiss and disappeared in her trailer.

I enjoyed a beautiful night’s sleep as I was literally exhausted from the exciting fucking we had just shared. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to have Barbara in my bed all night long. My dreams also looked forward to the following night.

BARBARA Part II

The next afternoon I was filled with anticipation. Just before sunset I walked up the convenience store at the entrance of the park to pick of a few things. As I was coming out I met Barbara heading back from the pizza store next door. She had on a long halter dress that did little to hide her beautiful tits. In fact, the way she had the dress tied it actually pushed her mounds up and more into view.

I could only whistle softly and said, “You look very pretty in that colorful dress.”

We chatted softly as we strolled back to our trailers. We were both excited and I told Barbara, I can’t wait to untie that dress and see your fabulous tits again and fuck you.”

In the fading light, she leaned close, kissed my cheek and told me, “My pussy is already flowing. I’ll be over as soon as I finished my chores at home. I’m looking forward to getting that lovely cock of yours out of those shorts again and enjoying another good fuck.”