It’s 8 p.m. on a Saturday evening in a bustling level 1 trauma hospital. My shift began as it usually did. Being a hospital police office, my partner and I made rounds in our assigned area. Tonight, we toured the Emergency Room. A familiar excitement fills me, washing me over with nostalgic feelings of when I was a young man.

The ER was filled with the usual crowd of faces. Stretchers lined the hallways as patients waited to be placed in their designated areas. Visitors and family members stand among the patients, eyeing every staff in uniform to get some sort of clarity as to the disposition of their family members. The doctors sit behind the stations frantically writing their orders as to catch up with the multiplying patients waiting to be seen. The head nurse is making announcements to clear the ER of visitors so the incoming nurses can make their rounds.

“Harry, please clear the room of family members until 9:30 p.m.,” Cathy says to me. She has been head nurse here for almost 15 years. I’ve been working with her the last 25 years. Feisty as ever, but this nurse couldn’t hurt a fly. 25 years of the same job was enough to experience what lay people would never believe. From inebriated frequent flyers to drug seeking fellows who I’ve seen grow up in these very ER. 25 years and I’ve finally earned my detective shield.

As my partner and I cleared the ER, the nurses came to view. They exchange reports amid usual conversations and humor that only these nurses understood. In my 55 years of life, I don’t think I have ever, or will ever, fully comprehend their language. Don’t get me wrong they’re speaking English, but their stories are but a league of their own.

There was one nurse that always caught my eye. Sandra Hayes. 26 years my junior. she’s fairly new to the place compared to her co-workers, but she’s made her mark. She’s known to be quite a firecracker. Standing at about 5’2″ at approximately 120lbs, I can only imagine what lies behind the shapeless navy blue scrubs. I tower over her standing at 6’5″ and over 200lbs. She is sweet and kind, but has a liking for tying down belligerent patients with a sass that is rare nowadays.

“Hi, Harry! How are you? Another overnight shift for us, huh. I’ve got my restraints ready for anyone who misbehaves tonight,” Sandra says with Anadolu Yakası Escort a mischievous little laugh and a wink.

“Hayes, you are crazy,” I tell her, “what are we gonna do with you?” We exchange a few words all the while wild thoughts flood my head with the restraints she had already prepared. Thoughts of using them to bind her hands while I explore her clouded my mind. The way she speaks and laughs leaves me intoxicated. Inebriated without the least bit of alcohol. I needed to excuse myself as my manhood began to swell. Hiding all 8.5″ of it in my uniform pants may be difficult.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Hayes. Gotta get back to my station. Now you behave yourself,” I say jokingly with a hint of seriousness. She laughs as she continues with her work.

The night passes along with minor incidences. Drunks being drunks and out of place being restrained so that they don’t fall out of the bed and hurt themselves. Then a few times we were called to the ER to remove discharged patients who do not want to leave. Every chance I get, I wander around Sandra’s assignment hoping to get a glimpse of her. I see her busily working a patient. 5 hours into her shift and she’s looking tired. Only about 7 more hours to go. I wonder what time she will be going on break.

It’s now 3 am. My assigned break time. I find myself on a recliner in the hospitality room. This room is rarely used, and no staff usually takes a break here. There are about 5 recliner chairs in this room, along with an office, a bathroom, and a shower. The great thing about working nights is that majority of the administration is not in the hospital. Foot traffic is not as much, so the staff can get some pretty good break time. As I began to settle, the door opens. It’s Sandra. My heart races as she takes comfort in another recliner a few seats from mine.

“Hey, Hayes. Finally putting your feet up for the night?” I say.

“Oh hey, Harry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I didn’t know anyone else really uses this place to take a break. You know we’re not really allowed in here. I won’t tell of you won’t,” she says.

“It’ll be our own little secret,” I said. “Why are you so far away? I don’t snore!” She laughs as she moves to the recliner next to mine. As she settled in, I can smell her Bostancı Escort perfume. Her perfume drives me wild making my imagination run a muck. That’s not the only thing running a muck. I can feel my heating up knowing she’s but an arm’s length from me.

As she cozies in the blanket she’s wrapped herself around, we talk in the dark. About work, our family, and some nonsensical things. She asks me to lock the door so no one else can come in. This way we get maximum rest. I do as she asks. I know that nothing can possibly happen, but I sure hell wish something would. She talks about her unhappy relationship with her 30 year old boyfriend. Now I’m not really one to give advice as I have been divorced from my ex wife for about 10 years now. But I sit there and listen to her talk offering what little advice I have garnered in my 55 years of existence as a man.

10 minutes into the conversation, I find her dosing off. She finally falls asleep. I, on the other hand, had a hard time even taking my thoughts off her. In the darkness I can see the silhouette of her lips. I dared touch it. I brush my fingers across her face to set aside stray strands of her long dark hair. With a mind of its own, my thumb drifted to the curve of her lips. Soft as can be. I wonder what it would taste like. She opens her eyes. I freeze, bewildered by her entrancing gaze. My hand still on her cheek. She does not protest. Instead she takes my hand and buries her face in it, like a feline rubbing against her master.

To my shock, and pleasure, she guides my hand lower to her breast not once breaking our stare. I can feel she’s at least a C cup. Forgetting all senses, I take her into my arms and kissed her passionately on her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck as our tongues battle. Her mouth tastes more tantalizing than I could imagine. My penis is responding freely to the magic this woman has bestowed on me. I am addicted.

I lift her up easily like a rag doll and undress her. No light is necessary to see how beautiful her body was. My hands registered every inch of her. I clumsily undo my belt and take my pants and shirt off. Now we were both stark naked, alone in a room in the hospital during our break. I carry her into the shower room, and lock the door behind us careful not to break our kiss. Erenköy Escort With the light on I can see redness and swell of her nipples and the fine completely shaven mound of her womanhood.

I turn the shower on and stepped into it with her.

I sat down on the shower bench and began sucking and licking her nipples. My fingers explored her pussy and noted how wet it was. I easily slid 2 fingers in her tight hole and began to finger fuck her. I lifted her legs to my shoulder as she held on to the shower bars on the wall. I began licking her cunt as she moans right above me and the water drips on us continuously. I continue eating her out as waves after waves of orgasm lash at her body.

“My turn,” she says as she climbs off my shoulders. She kisses me wildly tasting her own fluids. While I still sat on the bench, she works her way down my body. I take pride on my shape. Age has never been a factor, I still worked out to maintain my shape. Her hot tongue makes its way down my neck, my chest, my abdomen, until she reached my groin. Seeing her on her knees, with her hands caressing my dick, sent me into overdrive.

She takes my dick in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down, twirling her tongue on the head of my dick. I hold on to her head as she skillfully swallow all 8.5 inches of me. I groan in pleasure as she continues her assault.

I lift her up and she straddles me. I knew where we were headed. I can feel my dick at the entrance of her pussy. She gasped in pleasure as her pussy engulfed all of me. Her pussy feels so warm and wet as she bounces up and down on my lap. I turn her over, so that I’m coming from behind her.

“Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me harder,” she commanded.

I began ramming my dick into her pussy, thanking high heavens that two doors separated us from the halls as to mask the moans of pleasure emanating from this nurse.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! I want you to come with me. Fill me with your cum, Harry!” With those words, I busted my load into her warm, wet, dripping cunt.

“Oh, Harry!” That was all she could mutter, as we were both spent.

“Don’t worry, Sandra. You won’t get pregnant. I’ve had a vasectomy years ago,” I told her.

“I don’t care about that, Harry. As long as we can do this again soon.”

“I work another shift tomorrow night,” I tell her.

“Bring the handcuffs next time,” she says as she gathers her belongings and readies herself to return to work. She turns back to me, smiles her mischievous smile and winks.

I can’t wait for my shift tomorrow.

This story is semi-autobiographical and set in the UK in the late 1980’s. My other stories have been quite short. This is quite a bit longer and will run into several parts – my magnum opus so to speak. I wrote a version for another now defunct site but have redeveloped it to meet Literotica’s higher standards. I hope you like it.

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In my mid twenties I became a little bored with rock music and started to listen to classical music as well. By my late twenties I had started to go to go to classical music concerts in Birmingham, the biggest English city outside of London and one with a fantastic orchestra and a brilliant young conductor who now holds one of the top conducting jobs in the world. It was a little strange as none of my friends were into classical music nor did the concerts seem the place to make new friends. However I was there for the musical experience and not to make friends and picking up anyone seemed so remote that I did not even consider it. Anyway one year I got a season ticket which meant that I sat in the same seat every week. Sat next to me was an elderly matron in her late fifties or possibly early sixties. Elizabeth was quite well built, very pleasant and wore the sort of dresses that were last fashionable in the 1950’s. I found her very easy to talk to before the concert and during the intervals. I did not find her especially attractive as her figure was not shown to great advantage in her old fashioned frocks, but I did and do have a fancy for older women.

In the second concert she took a great deal of interest in finding out about me and my personal circumstances, almost but not quite prying. I reciprocated in part although I did not really want to know that much about her. I did find out that she lived in the city in a big house that she’d been widowed for 20 years and that her family did not live close by.

By the time of the third concert we seemed to be regular companions in that she sought me out before the start and we bought each other drinks during the interval. At the end she told me how much she looked forward to the concerts and to meeting me again. By now strange thoughts were in my mind and stirrings in my loins. I had taken the opportunity by now of reappraising her figure. Elizabeth had nice shapely legs with no obvious veins or old ladies’ blemishes. She had wide hips and a large somewhat sagging bosom with occasional flashes of cleavage. Her face was lined but intelligent and very sweet. Her teeth were white but imperfect enough to reassure me that they were still her own.

At concert number four she kissed me on the cheek when we met and took my arm as we walked to our seats. However conversation was strictly above board no hints were dropped about what either of us were really thinking. We popped into a smart bar after the concert and continued chatting. I walked her back to her car and she enthused again about how she enjoyed my company. I suggested that the following week we meet up for dinner beforehand. Elizabeth was a little taken aback which surprised me. I don’t know what move she expected. Anyway she recovered very quickly and readily and enthusiastically assented. I kissed her on the cheek and left.

Dinner went off very well and we really did enjoy each other’s company. During the concert she took my hand and held it. I was a little bit self conscious as the lights were not turned down very low but fortunately we were at the end of an aisle. As I walked her back to her car she asked me back for coffee. I followed her car, my heart thumping. I nearly had an accident as I was not concentrating on my driving.

Elizabeth lived in a flat in a big old house. It was quite large, very nice, well furnished and as old fashioned as her dress sense. She made me coffee which I ignored and she showed me round but not the bedroom. As I followed her back into the living room she turned round in the middle and smiled at me. It was a lovely smile, the lines on her face and around her eyes enhanced her attraction to me and I put my arms around her and kissed her. She responded more passionately than I expected but no tongues. We sat on the sofa and kissed again, this time probing deeply with our tongues. I put my hand on her knee and just under her dress. As it was old fashioned it was quite loose so there was plenty of scope to stroke both knees and legs. I moved my mouth down to her neck. It was not smooth and quite wrinkly but I was not put off and very gently started nuzzling her with my lips, tongue and then teeth. I was also able from this vantage point to see down her dress but all I could see were the white of her slip and bra.

I thought I would have to take this quite slowly because she got quite excited about my activities and pulled back a little embarrassed and flustered. Elizabeth talked again for a while about how long it had been since she had done anything like this. I listened to her, stroked her hand, apologised for being a little hasty but said that I was very attracted to her. We talked Maltepe Escort a bit more as I tried to get her to relax a bit. Our conversation settled into a comfortable silence and I raised her hand and kissed it. I turned to her and kissed her mouth and put my hand on her knee again. I returned to her neck and she seemed ready to go further this time moaning very softly with pleasure.

I moved my lips down to the top of her breasts which were all that were showing and then back to her mouth. I eased my hand slightly further up her knees. I suspected that she had stockings and not tights but was not able to verify at this point. I looked into her eyes and she ran her fingers through my hair and then started nuzzling my neck. While she was there (and I found the experience very exciting as I always do) I took advantage of her position to move my hand off her knee and on to her left breast, holding it and lifting it up slightly. It was well upholstered and very large. She did not flinch so I moved further and undid a button and moved inside. It was softer inside and her slip was silky under my fingers as I kneaded her. She stopped nuzzling my neck and pulled slowly back but I did not remove my hands. She looked down and then looked at me.

“I don’t want to…” she said hesitantly.

“That’s OK we can go as far as you like or just sit here and talk if you want”

We sat and talked a bit more. Elizabeth was worried about where all this was leading and what we would do going forward and about the huge age gap.

“It’s not complicated,” I said. “We’re just two people who enjoy each other’s company and who are physically attracted to each other. Nothing else matters and let’s just go with the flow”

Elizabeth relaxed a little and we sat and talked. It was getting late however and I had to force the issue to go or stay.

“I’d better make a move as I need to be at work early.”

She was quite reluctant perhaps fearing that if she let me go then she’d never see me again.

“Stay awhile!”

“I need sleep and I’ve a long way to drive back.”

“Sleep here…in the bed.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything or go anywhere you don’t want to. We can just cuddle.”

Elizabeth nodded and moved towards the bedroom. I followed. Things were a little awkward now. She went into the adjacent bathroom and I undressed down to my briefs and turned off all the lights apart from a little bed side lamp. Elizabeth came back in the room in a voluminous white nightie that revealed nothing except her bare arms. We got into bed and she put out the light. We lay there a while and I moved over for a chaste cuddle but I could feel her large breasts through her cotton night dress. I did not try anything because I knew that this would be a long game. We kissed a bit and talked some more and drifted off to sleep.

I left early to get back home and go to work. She got up to see me off. She looked tired, a little embarrassed and awkward and not so sexy in the cold light of day. However I kissed her and said I’d ring her later. She looked unsure. Any way I did ring her at night and we chatted. I needed to know whether she was hung up about the age difference or just sex. To be brutally honest I could work on the first but I’d dump her if the second. I don’t do chaste.

“Does the age difference make it awkward for you?” I asked.

“Not really.”

“How about love-making?”

I’m sure that I could have put it more subtly but I couldn’t find the words and direct is often a good approach.

“I’ve thought about making love to you many times since we met but, well, its such a long time for me and…” Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Encouraging for me and I inferred that it really was the age difference. Well that could be remedied. She just needed to get used to the idea.

I suggested that we meet again at the weekend and asked her if there was anything she fancied doing She asked if she could cook me a meal.

So I showed up on Saturday. She’d certainly made an effort and was more elegant than her normal conservative dress. She wore a calf length green dress with shortish sleeves and as much cleavage as her large saggy breasts could show. I complimented her on her appearance and kissed her on the lips and then deliberately looking her full in the eye put my hands on her buttocks and caressed them. They seemed suspiciously firm. Elizabeth returned my gaze quite steadily and we kissed quite passionately. I nuzzled her neck and she put her arms around my back and stroked it. We carried on like this for some time. Then she broke off quite reluctantly to attend to dinner. Dinner was lovely and I made sure that she had at least two glasses of wine and that I did not eat too much myself as sex on a full stomach is uncomfortable.

I helped with the washing up and behaved like a perfect gentleman. We returned to the living room. Elizabeth turned the lights down low and we moved to the sofa. We had always found it easy to chat and she was telling Ümraniye Escort me about something I now forget. As she did so I had my left hand on her leg and started to stroke it but not too assertively. I then started telling her some stories of my own and she was laughing heartily. As the laughter died down we looked at each other and started kissing again. I got quite close to her with my left arm around her shoulders and she took my right hand in her left and squeezed it.

After a while I let it go and started stroking her arm and then put my hand on her lower shoulder just above her breast. I brought my finger down and started lightly caressing her circling but not yet locating the nipple. Elizabeth looked at me.

“Naughty, naughty!” she smiled and feebly tried to restrain me.

I continued and she kissed me again, thrusting her tongue right into my mouth. Taking this as a green light I carried on, cupping her breast and locating the nipple with my thumb (through at least two layers of undergarment). I squeezed and tweaked ever so slightly and then more firmly. She broke off kissing and looked at me again and undid two of my shirt buttons and kissed my chest. I undid the front of her dress. She was wearing an old fashioned white slip and underneath that to my dismay was a corset! How was I supposed to get that off! I murmured how sexy corsets are but I did not mean it. Still it was progress of sorts and I continued to unbutton her dress and was rewarded by the sight of her fat white thighs in stockings held up by clips on her corset – it was that old-fashioned. Actually it was quite sexy. My cock told me so. I ran my hands up and down her thighs and up her corset and cupped and fondled her breasts. Elizabeth stopped me again and said that she’d rather do all this in the bedroom.

So we went to bed and again she was in her big white nightie that came down to her calves. I was not so sure as how to proceed after the previous two false starts but I cuddled up to her and after some time gently cuddling and kissing I started stroking her bum through her nightie. She took a big step forwards when she started stroking my cock through my briefs. I was rock hard. Soon she put her hands actually down my briefs and started stroking my naked dick. This was great she was actually taking the lead and becoming quite adventurous. After a while I took them off so she had full access and this also gave me the excuse to raise her nightie so I could put my hands on her bare and quite large buttocks. I raised my hands to stroke her back and to occasionally bring one forward to touch the side of her breasts. Eventually she knelt up and took it off. I gazed at her. It was very dark but what light there was bounced of her ample white flesh. I leaned forward and put my face into her breasts which hung almost down to her belly. Her belly itself was also large and white and spilled on to her thighs as she knelt on the bed. I kissed both her breasts and then down to her belly. I would have liked to go further but now was not the time and I returned to her breasts and then rising kissed her gently on the mouth.

“Oh baby!” she whispered

She lay down and I put my hand between her legs and stroked her plump thighs. I worked slowly and gently for an age between her knees and her hips, straying to her bush occasionally. She stroked my hip and occasionally my buttock but did not go back to my cock. I got a little more adventurous in my attentions to her and ever so slightly her legs parted. I continued my stroking taking care not to go too far too fast. I kissed her gently and frequently and she relaxed a bit but it was difficult to tell how much she was enjoying or merely enduring this. I did not want to just lie on top and hump away while she lay back and thought of England.

I started caressing other parts of her body, nuzzling and kissing her breasts. I kissed her legs all the way from her knees to her hips going close but not touching her bush. I kissed and indeed buried my face into her belly which was big but not grotesquely so and which in fact really turned me on. Back to her breasts and then her throat and neck and finally her mouth, I was now leaning over her but not on top of her. She put her arms around me inviting a closer caress and we kissed and cuddled some more. I returned to stroking between her legs. I was biologically ignorant. Perhaps women of her age stopped getting wet when aroused especially if she had not been sexually active for years. How could I find out? What should I do if it were true?

I need not have worried because I did start to feel some dampness although it was obviously still early days yet. I started on her knees again, kissing both in turn and then working up her thighs moving from one to another. I kissed all around her lower belly, grazing but only fleetingly her bush and then up to her upper belly, breasts, neck and mouth. By this time she was definitely more turned on but I was conscious that she was probably very much out of practice, still quite nervous İstanbul Escort and unsure, overly aware of the age gap and had also probably never been used to anything more than a passive role in lovemaking.

I did the knee to thigh kissing run again trying not to seem too mechanical but it did seem to produce some results. I would have loved to explore her bush with my tongue but tonight was really not the time for that. I did return to probe with my fingers and she was much moister now and I could now stay there and continue ever so gently. As I touched her in her most sacred place I kissed her lips gently, then a little more passionately and then gently again trying to get her to respond and discover what turned her on more. She did respond and soon I was probing her more deeply. She was still not sopping wet but I could move without friction and her kissing was getting more passionate. I eased my forefinger right into her, she tensed a little bit and then the tension eased and I moved it around a little trying to spread her juices about. I withdrew and stroked her lips and then penetrated again this time with my big finger. I stroked her clit with my thumb and tried to find her clitoral button but the little man would not yet raise his head out of the boat. I now inserted both fingers at once and the juices flowed a little more. I was now a little more rhythmical in my approach and she was definitely turned on now. I continued to search with my thumb and eventually I found what I’d been looking for.

She started to move with me now and I held my fingers still but stiff and let her control the pace of events. I made sure that my thumb hovered near her button circling the area and grazing it from time to time without ever getting too forceful. She was rocking her hips now and cried out incoherently. I let her bring herself to orgasm and felt her flesh convulse around my fingers.

When her orgasm had subsided, her emotions erupted and she cried and kissed me and told me how wonderful I was. I cradled her in my arms and told her how beautiful and sexy she was and she stopped crying but her emotions were still all over the place. I did not want to be selfish but I still had some unsatisfied needs. I kissed her lips and her breasts and asked her if we could go all the way. Her affection was wordless. She stroked my cock, I moved to put myself over her propping myself up with my forearms and she guided it inside her and I started slow gentle rhythmic thrusts, going the full length of my cock so that it nearly popped out a couple of times. I kissed her and she lightly scratched my back and brushed my buttock cheeks. I accelerated ever so gently and was soon humping away with gusto. She started gasping and moaning and she came again. I looked down and saw her aged lined face moving with passion. I was conscious of her large breasts lying flat and brushing my own chest as I moved. She opened her eyes and looked into mine and smiled and that smile brought me to climax as I gave one more thrust and then spilt my load into her ancient womb.

I rolled off her and her emotions again poured out as she kissed me

“Baby, baby, that was wonderful!”

We kissed and cuddled and talked sweet nothings for quite a while before going to sleep.

We were due to meet Wednesday evening for the concert but I was too horny to wait until then and we agreed to meet up on Tuesday. It was a bit inconvenient as work was very demanding and Elizabeth lived about sixty miles from where I lived. However I could not think straight and my cock dragged me willingly back sooner.

So I called round on Tuesday just after 8. Elizabeth looked a lot more attractive than when she tarted herself up. She was wearing a simple woolen purplish red top and a calf length sensible navy blue pleated skirt. Her figure was shown off to better effect than the old fashioned dresses she wore. That it is to say it hung loose a bit and was not imprisoned in a corset (although she probably wore a slip) so I was properly able to gauge how ample her breasts were and the fullness of her belly. I confirmed my suspicions when we hugged and the softness of her flesh yielded to my touch.

I told her so. “I’m glad your curves are on better display,” I whispered when I was nuzzling her ear.

We went to the sofa but instead of sitting down next two her I knelt in front of her, upright against her knees, leaning slightly forward to hold her hips. Her knees parted lightly and her skirt was loose enough to let me move forward.

“On your knees!” she remarked looking at me fondly

“I think a bit of Elizabeth worshiping is called for, don’t you?”

She laughed and I moved my hands up to cup her breasts although they were a little too large for that. She edged forward so that she was sat more on the edge of the sofa and her legs came up to rest against my thighs. We kissed long and passionately and I took full advantage of both my hands being free. I caressed her breasts through her top trying to find the nipples and get them aroused which did not take too long. I put my hands up inside and caressed them again through her slip and finally I persuaded her to take the damn thing off altogether. Elizabeth was too turned on to be embarrassed even when I leaned back to take in the view.

There are times in my life when I’ve done things that I have not been very proud of. The trouble is I found that most of the time I enjoyed doing whatever it was I did. One of those things was having an affair with another woman. In fact she was an older woman. This began as an acquaintance that began in the office. It was during a Friday workday, the last day of the week. We started the day doing all the things you do in a day. I’m an engineer so my job consists of detailing parts that are required for a certain project. Her name was Millie and job was to check my work. On this occasion she found some discrepancies that made it necessary for us to work overtime to correct. We completed the project and both agreed to meet for a drink afterwards.

The place that we met was a fairly high-class place. My place was more of a beer bar with strippers on the boardwalk. But we met there anyway. Millie was not what you call very good looking. She was the kind of woman you have in most work environments. She was kind of plain looking except for one thing. Millie was about ten years older than I was. But she did have a certain way about herself. She carried herself with class. When she walked by you she had the walk of a model with one foot following the other. That walk made you stop whatever you were doing and stare. When she came into a room she had a kind of presence; she exuded an ambiance of a sexual nature. I was not feeling to bad being with her.

We stayed at that bar for quite a while. I think both of us got a little tipsy because we were touching and laughing. Maybe it was the drinks, but we both were in a jovial mood. She was not married or at least not at the time. I think she may have been married at one time. Now she was just another mature single lady. But let me tell you she still had that certain something.

As the time went by we told each other about our personal lives. She did tell me that Anadolu Yakası Escort she had been married. But her former husband would often hit and abused her. To me, there is no man lower than a man who hits a woman. She was living alone now and was happier now than she had ever been. Living alone no kids, no worries. Just doing whatever she pleased. The only thing she said she had a problem with is that she was sexually frustrated. Me being the kind of guy that I am, half hearted asked if I could help her out. To my surprise she said sure why don’t you take me home. Millie sure as hell couldn’t drive the way she was. So I took her out to my car and started to take her home. As it turned out she did not live very far from the bar maybe a block if that. I guess that is why she chose this place. Her apartment was on the first floor. So I didn’t have to carry her, just help her along.

When we entered her place, she removed her jacket and told me to do the same. I pulled off my jacket and started to place it on the chair next to me.

When suddenly she stepped forward into my arms. She looked up and kissed me. It was a deep kiss. It first was just on the lips, but then I felt her tongue part my mouth and enter it. Her tongue swirled around and became aquatinted with my tongue. My tongue pushed against hers. Believe me when the tongues parted, it was as good friends. With her hands she moved to take off my shirt. And I struggled to remove her blouse. It came off and left her in a black bra. That bra showed a lot of cleavage but that was only for a minute.

As I kissed her again my arms went around her back and found the clasp that kept it in place. With a big sign it fell to the floor. I was looking at biggest pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were round and plump. They sort of hung there but they didn’t sag with the nipples pointed upward. They looked real great. Her nipples stood Pendik Escort out a good half an inch and were about the same around. There was a dark band of brown areola around them. The areola itself must have been a good 2 inches in diameter. Her nipples stood out like a couple of hats, sitting they’re pointing towards me. I bent down to take what I could in my mouth. As I placed my mouth on one of them I could feel the nipple get harder. I moved my tongue around it and gently bit it. I went from one breast to the other. As I was playing with her breasts my hands and mouth I found the ties to her skirt. I open her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

She didn’t have a slip or nylons on; she was left with only her panties on. From the look of them I think they were black thong panties. The front covered her bush and the back showed her butt cheeks. My hands felt her cheeks and my fingers went to her waist to pull them off. I pulled at them and slowly they too fell to her feet. She knelt down in front of me and started to unbuckle my pants. My pants soon fell to the floor as well. I was standing there in my boxers. She reached into my shorts and gently griped my penis. Next thing I knew she had her mouth over it. Damn, I was in heaven. I had a very fine mature woman giving me the best head I ever had; I had felt and tasted some of the most luscious breasts I had ever seen. What more could I ask for? I was soon to find out.

We broke apart and made our way to the bedroom. There we fell across the bed where I went down on her. Her pussy had a slight taste of piss and smelled of perfume. My tongue probed it with gusto. Her clit stood up and I could feel it with my lips. My tongue circled around it and a faint moan escaped her lips. I have to assume that what I doing was working. I moved up and kiss her again. I slowly began to make love to her. I entered her mission style.

Her legs encircled Kurtköy Escort my back and pulled me into her with each thrust. Her arms held my shoulders; her nails scratched my back. We were making the kind of love where you made faces. Richard Pryor once called it fucking with your ugly face on. I was groaning she was moaning. As I pounded her and she thrusted her pelvis upward. It must have been a while since she had been fucked. She seemed to be able to make me feel like some kind of a superman. After a while of pumping I was ready to cum. I don’t think she was quite ready. But in my state of mind I couldn’t do anything about that. When I came it was like a fire hydrant; I could feel my juices filling up inside of her. I came more than I had ever cum before she became drenched. I stayed in her for a while not wanting to move. It felt so good being like that.

I knew she had not climaxed so I set about do what I could to relieve her. I placed my hand on her pussy and pushed my middle finger into it. Her pussy was still wet from the fucking I just gave her. My juices were warm on my hand. With my thumb I rubbed her clit. I may have had an orgasm but I wanted her to have an orgasm as well. I found her “G” spot and proceeded to rub and massage her pussy. My fingers made a slight slopping sound as probed and poked inside her. I was going to do what ever I had to, to make her cum. After a few minutes she let out a moan that I thought they could hear next-door. The load moan so surprised me that I almost felt like putting my hand over her mouth. She was arching up and thrashing about.

In a while, she stopped and clamed down enough to fall into a deep sleep. I guess our lovemaking relaxed her quite a bit. I went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. As I got ready to leave, I looked at her on the bed and saw that she fast asleep with a small smile on her face. I pulled a sheet over her. It made me feel as if I had at least done something right. I felt like I did her a great service.

Come Monday, when we saw each other at the office we made no mention of our liaison last Friday night. Which was okay with me.

But, she did smile at lot at me.

Prologue:

The following narrative is a continuation of the previously published All in the Family and The Manhandler, which you might want to read first.

As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.

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After Rita introduced her sister Teresa and husband Rodger to John and Beverly, John couldn’t help but remark how much Rita and Teresa looked alike.

“Rita, if you hadn’t already shared with us Teresa is older than you, I’d swear you were twins. All except for one distinct difference.”

As I mentioned in a previous narrative, and although Teresa is a year older than Rita, you’d swear they were twins. Both the same height (5′ 5″), same build and facial features, same red hair and green eyes, and both loaded with freckles. The only noticeable difference, which John alluded to, Teresa is a lot bigger busted. 38D to Rita being a 36C. But unlike Rita, she had a bra on under her tank top so her breasts appeared even larger.

Before either Rita or Teresa could respond, Beverly jokingly said…”And what difference would that be John?”

“If you don’t see the difference, then it must be my imagination.”

Rita laughed…”No it’s not your imagination John. Yes, Teresa is a lot bigger busted. It’s the one thing everyone seems to notice when they see the two of us together for the first time. But enough about Teresa’s big boobs. Now that we’re all here, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Bill responded first…”I almost hate to say it, but since I’ve got three able-bodied men available I hope you won’t mind helping me cut some honeysuckle that’s encroaching on the driveway by the main road. I know, Walter and I cut it back two summers ago, but it’s very aggressive and doesn’t take long to grow back. Let alone spread. I figure with the four of us we should be able to cut and haul off everything that needs to be in two to three hours. Otherwise it would probably take a day or two by myself.”

Between Walter, John and Rodger, none of them looked thrilled, but didn’t hesitate to say they’d be more than happy to help.

“Thanks guys, and while we’re gone, you ladies can enjoy yourself by the pool until we finish.”

The men first headed to the garage to get what tools they needed, which left us ladies on or own.

I was the first to speak after they left…”I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m going to get some sun before it gets too hot. And I don’t know about the rest of you, but I don’t see a need to wear a bathing suit.”

Hearing I wasn’t, Teresa eyes kind of widen before she asked…”Seriously? Oh my, I must be missing something. Seems I’m in the dark as usual. Does anyone care to fill me in on things?”

Of which Rita did, but not before Beverly and I got some towels and sunscreen and made our way to the pool. Once there we stripped naked and applied sunscreen to each other. Which we both enjoyed and took way longer than necessary while Rita had a discussion with Teresa on the deck. They talked for what seemed like a good half hour or more before joining us…minus bathing suits. And as they made their way towards us they were smiling and laughing so the discussion they had obviously went well.

Once they reached us they quickly undressed and also applied sunscreen to each other. And in a very lovingly way as you might expect two sisters would who developed a late life sexual affection for each other. As they were I couldn’t help notice how Beverly was eyeing Teresa’s boobs. I would have sworn I even saw her lick her lips. Not that I blame her. Teresa has tits most women would die for. Let alone a bi-sexual like Beverly, who most likely would love to touch and feel them. Very full with very little sag for Teresa’s age. Not forgetting how large her areola and nipples are.

But what caught my eye was Teresa’s freshly shaved pubic mound. It was clean and smooth as a baby’s bottom. First time I ever saw Teresa with a hairless pussy. Come to find out later her husband Rodger asked her to shave it after seeing Cindy’s at our recent get together. She reluctantly agreed, but only temporarily since she keeps it trimmed for the summer. Like her sister Rita, she has a very hairy pubic area and it would be a hassle keeping it shaved year around.

When done applying sunscreen to each other Rita asked me to lie with her on one of the oversized, or two-person chaise lounges. Which Teresa and Beverly decided to do also. And we arranged them so they were facing each other, which made having a conversation easier. And during our conversation it was easy to see Teresa and Beverly became fast friends quickly. Which lying naked together nearly touching might have had something to do with it.

After about an hour or so of idle chatter Rita came up with a brainstorm and suggested we share sexual fantasies. “That’s if we have any, or haven’t already fulfilled the ones we had.”

Teresa was the first to respond…”That’s Şerifali Escort easy, at least for me since you’ve had more time and opportunities to fulfill your fantasies. While I’ve pretty much checked off most of mine on my ‘bucket list’ I still have one deep dark desire. But I’m somewhat embarrassed by it. Afraid you might think I’m a bit slutty.”

She then paused as though thinking about if she should share it with us. When she did I couldn’t restrain myself…”Don’t you dare leave us in suspense Teresa. You’ve never been shy about sharing your fantasies before. Besides, knowing you it can’t be all that slutty.”

“You’re right Lacey, I suppose it isn’t. Truth be known, I didn’t develop this strange urge until after viewing the video of when you were ass-fucked three times consecutively. More specifically, at the end of the video where Walter, David and Bill all cummed on you. Seeing the three of them shoot their cumloads on you like they did nearly caused me to orgasm at the time. I can’t describe how much it turned me on. I’ve fantasized ever since about having the same thing done to me. Only more so in the number of cumloads. I know, kind of strange to want to be covered in cum. But it’s more than that. The thoughts of a group of men circled around me while jerking off before they shoot their loads has a lot to do with it. Just talking about it gets me wet.”

Which she was. After she mentioned it I glanced at her pussy and you could see a small rivulet of vaginal fluids oozing from her slightly spread labia. Which were shimmering in the sunlight because of how wet they were.

“If it’s any consolation Teresa, at the time it was quite the turn-on when they shot their cumloads on me. First time something like it ever happened and I got quite a thrill from it. There’s nothing strange at all about your fantasy. First chance we get we need to make it a reality for you. I only wish you’d mentioned something before. The get together at Cindy’s house would have been a perfect time since there were five very willing men available.”

“What about you Lacey. Do have anything you never done or would like to do?”

“There’s not much I haven’t done or tried at least once that I’ve had a desire to. But come to think of it, there is one thing I’ve fantasized about and never done. That’s being fucked by three cocks at once. One doing me in the ass, and another in my cunt while one mouth fucks me. Actually I’ve never even had DP in the true sense of the term. I’ve had DP by being fucked in the ass and mouth at the same time, but never in my ass and vagina. And the finishing touch would be all three cocks unloading at the same time. I would love to experience the feel of two cumloads filling my ass and vagina while I took one in the mouth.”

Rita then jumped in…”Damn Lacey, now you’ve got me thinking. And very wet…let alone horny as hell. How come the men are never around when you need them. Seriously, that’s pretty hot and nothing I’d like better than to watch you taking three cocks at once. As with Teresa, first chance we get we need to make it a reality for you.”

“Thanks Rita, and knowing you, I’m sure you will. Now what about you. What’s your secret perversion?”

“Funny you should use the word perversion because it probably is in some ways. I’ve fantasized about being sexually used by multiple people while handcuffed and blindfolded. And when I say people, I don’t necessarily mean all men. Actually I’d prefer a mix of both genders to use and abuse me every way sexually possible as I’m blindfolded and handcuffed. And as with Teresa’s fantasy, when it’s all said and done I want to be covered in cum. As well as my face drenched with pussy juice.”

After listening to everyone’s secret fantasies, except Beverly’s, our hands found their way to our respective cunts, which we were all rubbing to one degree or another. Albeit gently with our legs just slightly spread except for Teresa, whose legs were bent at the knees with her ass slightly raised as she intently fingered her clit. The way she was going at herself it wasn’t going to be long before she orgasmed if she didn’t stop or ease off.

Feeling the way I do about Rita, I promised to make her fantasy a reality. And while I didn’t mention it, I was going to be sure to be the one that drenched her face in pussy juice. Plus I made a mental note to order special padded handcuffs and a blindfold when we ordered a “manhandler”.

Finally it was Beverly’s turn to share a fantasy…”I loved hearing all your secret sexual desires, which made for some very mind-blowing stimulation. But what I’m about to share might be a bit awkward for everyone. Especially me. If you asked me two hours ago to share a fantasy this wouldn’t have been it. It’s pretty spontaneous in that it suddenly became one after lying here naked all together while listening to yours. Please don’t think badly of me, but there’s nothing I’d like more than for the three of you to make love to me. I’ll be fantasizing about it for weeks, maybe İstanbul Escort months, after John and I leave tomorrow morning.”

When Beverly finished Rita, Teresa and I just looked at each other. No one said a word. We were all but speechless. Teresa then surprised the hell out of Rita and I by first getting up to lower the back-rest of the chaise lounge her and Beverly were on. Once down flat she got back on it, but not in a lying position. She straddled Beverly instead. Around her midsection before bending down to kiss her…and very passionately. As soon as she did Beverly wrapped her arms around Teresa’s neck and they began tongue fucking each other like crazy.

Rita placed a hand of my thigh before saying…”Wow…I can’t imagine what got into Teresa all of a sudden.”

“We shouldn’t be surprised Rita. Ever since her and Rodger’s ‘coming out’ party she’s been full of surprises. Let’s just enjoy the show for a while before joining in.”

Which we did. And we had a nice view of Teresa’s ass bent over like she was. With her legs spread wide we also had a clear view of her anus and vagina. Of which pussy juice was dripping from the latter in steady droplets down onto Beverly’s abdomen.

Suddenly Teresa stopped kissing Beverly before asking…”I noticed you admiring my tits earlier and was wondering if you’d like to taste them?”

“Oh yes…very much so.”

Teresa leaned forward to dangle them in Beverly’s face after which she proceeded to sway them from side to side so her nipples brushed across her lips. While Teresa has big tits to begin with, they looked huge hanging down like they were. After Beverly invitingly opened her mouth Teresa lowered herself more so Beverly could suck and lick her already swollen nipples and areola. First one, then the other. Of which Beverly sucked so intently Teresa’s nipples nearly doubled in size.

After a few mintinues of some series sucking of her nipples Teresa raised herself up and asked …”Would you like to taste my pussy too?”

“Gawd yes…there’s nothing I’d like more.”

Teresa scooted forward on her knees until her cunt was directly over Beverly’s face. Once it was she lowered herself until her long labia just barely touched Beverly’s lips. When they did Beverly’s tongue snaked out and began licking them, which by now were soaked with Teresa’s love juice. After licking them clean Beverly took each one in her mouth and sucked them until nearly beet red.

By now Teresa was moaning ever so softly with her head bent backwards facing skyward. All while she groped and pawed her tits and pulled on her nipples. Just when Teresa probably thought it couldn’t get any better Beverly flicked her tongue over and around her clitoris. Big mistake on Beverly’s part as it wasn’t a minute or more before Teresa orgasmed. Which wasn’t surprising she did so fast because of how intently she was fingering herself earlier.

Teresa screamed so loud she scared some birds away which were milling around on the lawn in search of food. After which she began shaking as she let loose with a flood of pussy juice all over Beverly’s face. But Beverly didn’t seem to mind. If anything she enjoyed it as I swore I heard muffled squeals of delight by the cum bath she got.

As soon as Teresa stopped shaking she rolled off Beverly and laid down beside her. After which Beverly turned towards her and they passionately kissed. Teresa then all but licked Beverly’s face clean.

Once it was, Teresa was the first to say anything…”I’m so sorry for cumming all over you like I did. But I couldn’t help myself.”

“Are you kidding Teresa. I loved it when you did. It was simply awesome and the nicest facial I ever got. Not forgetting how sweet your love juice is. My only regret is it’s probably going to be the one and only time I get to taste it.”

Teresa then looked at Rita and I…”What are you two waiting for, a written invitation? Get both your asses over here and join us. Beverly hasn’t orgasmed and I’m leaving that pleasant task for you two.”

We didn’t have to be asked twice. As soon as we joined them Rita laid down beside Beverly opposite Teresa while yours truly went straight between her legs. Something we decided on beforehand since Rita felt I was better at eating pussy than her. And when it was all said and done, she wanted Beverly’s fantasy being fulfilled something she wouldn’t soon forget.

I first licked and nibbled all along Beverly’s inner thighs. Starting at the knees I slowly worked my way to her already soaked pussy lips. Each of which I gently sucked until swollen twice their normal size. In the meantime, Rita and Teresa were taking turns tongue fucking Beverly’s mouth. And while one was, the other was licking and sucking her nipples and tits.

Once Beverly’s labia were fully engorged I parted them with my tongue and began licking up & down with long stiff tongue strokes. Then as if reading my mind Beverly raised her ass so I could get at her anus. Once I could I licked her tightly puckered Ümraniye Escort asshole for a few minutes before replacing my tongue with a finger and began flicking a fingernail over and around the anal ridges. Something I love when Rita does it and Beverly did also.

“Good God Lacey…that feels awesome. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

“I’m afraid I am Beverly…but only so I can do something else.” Which was to insert my middle finger in her now not so tightly puckered bumhole.

“Damn Lacey…you know all the right things to do, and when. Now please finger fuck me…and until I cum.”

Which I did, but not before inserting a second finger while Beverly squealed with pleasure when I did. Once I established a steady rhythm with my hand I went down mouth first on her clit. And when I did I was surprised how big it was. I hadn’t noticed it before since it was partially covered by her clitoral hood and not fully engorged. Once it was, it was big as a thimble. And nearly as hard. I immediately took it between my lips and sucked it like you would the tip of your finger when hurt. It felt simply divine between my lips. Just like a tiny cock. Hard to describe how incredibly turned-on I got from sucking a clitoris as big and stiff as hers.

As I was, Beverly gently humped my face at first. But as I feverishly sucked her clit the frequency of her humping not only increased, but became more forceful. Eventually to the point it was obvious she was about to orgasm. Sensing she was I increased the pace at which I was fingering her asshole and also began flicking my tongue across the tip of her clit as I continued sucking it. Beverly then wrapped her legs around my waist along with holding my head firmly against her cunt. Rita and Teresa, who also sensed she was ready to orgasm, stopped kissing her before they intently began sucking one each of her incredibly long nipples.

Timing couldn’t have been more perfect as every muscle in Beverly’s body suddenly contracted, including her legs around my waist. Followed by a series of loud screeches and a huge gush of vaginal fluid. Which all but exploded from her cunt.

Needless to say my face got a good soaking. Not that I was complaining. Just the opposite. As much as I love a cock exploding in my mouth, and the satisfaction I get from it, bringing another woman orally to an explosive climax is twice as gratifying.

What was even more pleasing, Beverly not only had an exceptionally explosive orgasm, but did so repeatedly. Three times to be exact…one right after the other. And each one was accompanied by a burst of pussy juice. But thankfully she relaxed her grip on my head after the first one, which spared me getting showered by the second two. Afterwards she was nearly breathless for what seemed like five minutes. Literally gasping for air at first…let alone being unable to speak.

While waiting for Beverly to recover from her multiple orgasms is when we realized how sweaty we all were. Beverly and I more so than Rita and Teresa. We both were literally soaked and our bodies glistened in the sun.

“Why don’t you two cool off in the pool while I stay with Beverly. As soon as she fully recovers we’ll join you.”

Of which they did while I stayed with Beverly. About ten minutes later she reached out to hold my hand before finally speaking for the first time since she orgamed…”Did I pass out Lacey? Sure seemed like it. And you’re pretty incredible. Best orgasm I ever had from someone going down on me. Actually, it’s the first time I ever had multiple orgasms in such quick succession. You’re simply awesome. I wish I could take you on the rest of the trip with us…and then back home.”

“I don’t think Walter would approve Beverly. Nor Rita. But thanks for the kind thoughts and words. It was my pleasure actually. And even if I say so myself…you’re orgasm, or orgasms, were pretty intense.”

“Thanks to you they were. But look how sweaty we are. I think it’s time for a dip in the pool.”

Which we did, along with Rita and Teresa who were still in the pool. Not that I blame them since it was hot as Hades. And once all together again Beverly made it a point to thank them for making her fantasy a reality and the awesome orgasms she had.

As she was, I noticed the sliding glass door leading to the deck open. Out walked all the men of which two were carrying a very large cooler that was most likely filled with beer and wine coolers. Plus it had a bunch of towels on top.

When they reached the pool they acted surprised by the fact we were all naked. And when I say acted, an act is what it seemed like to me.

John spoke first after reaching the pool…”There’s nothing nicer than finding all you ladies naked as the day you were born. You make for a lovely sight. I’ve never encountered more beautiful water nymphs.”

Walter spoke next…”I hope you don’t mind if we join you?”

Of which Beverly replied…”Of course not. And minus the shorts I hope.”

As if to answer her, they quickly removed them before getting in the pool. And as fast as they did it was easy to see their cocks were at a minimum semi-erect. Even near fully erect for a some, which got me wondering. No way just the sight of us all naked in the pool got them so aroused.

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A Little Side Business, Part Two

The Sample and a Glimpse behind the Facade

In which our hero is tested for the first time alone by the boss.

I walked quickly down the hall trying to detumesce, wondering if I’d just been sexually harassed. Was it harassment if I liked it? It’s not every day your female boss shows you porn, but she wasn’t trying to get in my pants or blackmail me into some action. She was offering me another job. Sometimes opportunities come from the most unexpected places. And work rules are more of a suggestion and an ass-covering exercise, right?

I didn’t have time to give it much thought as I went out onto the noisy sales floor and got back to helping people move their address books, sign into email, understand why their bill was “so damn high”. Though my shorts were a little sticky and vagrant images of that black cock parting Charlotte rose into my mind, the rest of the afternoon went by fast – we were very busy. We’ve got a good team in the store. The sales people grind out the numbers, we Experience Specialists pick up the slack and keep the customers from losing their shit over simple things. Cell phone users like to lose their shit. Here’s a pro tip from tech support: Google it for Christ’s sake!

Well, all in a day’s work and as I said, I could forget it the moment I went out the door. Seven PM got there soon enough. After showing an ungrateful grandma how to call the insurance company to replace a phone she’d put through the washing machine, I checked out with Karl and Tamika, the two Assistant Managers on duty, then went to the men’s room and changed into my riding gear; black shorts and shoes, yellow jersey and socks. I was going to be riding a little farther than usual to get to the mystery address Charlotte had texted me, but it was hot and the light would hold for another hour on that July night.

Hopping on my single-speed in the parking lot I headed east through some neighborhoods to keep off of the busier streets. I get my best thinking done while riding, my body occupied and my mind wandering. Once past that first mile, when my legs move unconsciously to the rhythm and my lungs fill and empty effortlessly, I get into a euphoric state. The endorphins course through my bloodstream and I’m flying, high and free. That was how I tolerated that job and the patient wait for retirement. It was even a passable substitute for sex sometimes. I dreamed of riding around the world.

After a brief detour on Eisenhower to get past the expressway, I rode into more suburban streets, bigger lots, and more money in the form of McMansions as I approached the marshes. Through the live oak trees bearded with spanish moss I saw the water and sky open up. Thunderheads over the ocean sailed toward the purpling eastern horizon trailing skirts of rain and sun beams. A good place to see rainbows.

I wondered what Charlotte’s meeting was about. Probably more details of the job; what she’d set up for customer service, how to deal with this kind of clientele, maybe I would meet some other employees. I still didn’t know how much money she was offering. I guess I got distracted. Could I ask to see more product? I wondered if she could give me a link so I could watch it at home and finally get off. The memory of the morning video kept bubbling up in my thoughts as I rode. I reflected on just how much more powerful the film was because of the beautiful, uplifting score.

And the editing-that was exceptional.

I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going, but I’d done some Saturday morning group rides on this route. It was a pleasant 30 mile circuit filled with marsh vistas and classic low-country scenery. There were always egrets and ibis in the channels. Sometimes a dolphin pod broke the water following one of the trawlers.

I crossed Shipyard Creek on Diamond Causeway, light evening traffic slipping past me as I followed the directions. I didn’t think there was anything on Pigeon Island other than birds and turtles, but Google told me to turn right onto a gravel drive flanked by two old brick columns at a nondescript spot in the road. There was no sign or street number, but I could see that vehicles passed through this gate occasionally. The grass showed two ruts. So I biked down one of them under a canopy of ancient limbs, spanish moss and resurrection fern, the evening growing dim and quiet as I passed more deeply into the island. If you aren’t moving here something will grow on you. I had the sense of cycling into the past.

Finally I emerged into a clearing where an old brick and tabby house stood in stately shabbiness. My carpenter senses tingled just looking at it. There’s nothing like restoring an old home. This one was once a great house, too. Now it was maintained, but clearly not regularly occupied. No lights shone from the neatly ordered windows of its Georgian facade in the İstanbul Escort falling evening. I heard no sound as I stopped and the crunching of my tires on the gravel died away. Some birds, some wind, a very distant whisper of traffic on the causeway; otherwise nothing. No sign of human life.

So I followed the track around the building. There I found a badly neglected formal garden with a lawn stretching toward the water of a channel deep in the marsh. There was a light out that way, so I kept walking. I found Charlotte’s car and with regained confidence guided my bike down an old brick path. The no-see-ums were about to get fierce. On the left there was a nice pool, well kept with a mowed grass verge. I entered onto a small patio of dark tiles and stood before a pool house big enough to make most families a good home. The sun was dimming fast in the trees behind me as I leaned my bike on the hedge and knocked on the open sliding glass door from which yellow light spilled. Soft music played inside somewhere. I was about ten minutes early.

I had never seen Charlotte out of her polo and khakis. Correction: until that morning video. Though I’d imagined her runner’s legs wrapped around me more than once. Hey, an old guy’s got to work with what he’s got. And I’ve got a good imagination and a strong right hand. And stamina.

“Welcome to Bateaux,” said Charlotte, sliding open the screen. She was barefoot and wrapped in a red beach robe, her hair wet, apparently just from the shower, looking much fresher than I, who was dripping sweat. Charlotte gestured toward the old house. “Long story short – there are a couple of robber barons in my bloodline who bought this from the original family in the 1920s. This is where the family stashed me when I got into trouble. Now headquarters of Chatterley International,” she giggled. She held a wine glass and I thought it might not be her first.

I slipped past her in the open door, appreciating the AC.

“Woo! You might consider a shower, Frank,” she said with a slight pinching of the nostrils. “I’ve got a spare robe and towels. Go through that door and you’ll find them on the right, just by the shower.” With that she pushed my shoulder and I couldn’t say no. I located the still steamy shower, took a quick one, toweled off and wrapped in the robe, deep red and thick. There was nothing else to cover myself with, so I rinsed my nylon riding shorts and slipped them on underneath before joining her in the sitting room where she was pouring me a glass of what looked like merlot. Who stole my cheese?, I thought when I noticed no food to go with the wine. But it didn’t seem polite to say it out loud.

The place had a modern, country-cottage look. I was sure I’d insult Charlotte if I mentioned Martha Stewart, so, gallantly, I didn’t. I sat on a chair opposite her and took my wine, still wondering what kind of meeting this would be. Charlotte coiled herself into the couch, pulling her feet up under her. Her crimson toe polish matched the robe.

She looked at me appraisingly for a few long moments. I wasn’t sure where to look. With her hair down and dry Charlotte was a much softer woman. On the couch, in the soft robe, even her posture was less stiff. She was curled, willowy, around her wine glass. Should I be surprised there was another side of Charlotte, especially after our earlier meeting? Of course, none of us brings our whole self to work. Inside the VoltT box we were all business. You could not be sensual at VoltT – it was against company policy.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you here,” she giggled, again. It was awkward to see her less than professional. I was still scrambling to integrate her new persona into my idea of her. “Frank, I’ve got a need for your skills. The business has a need for your skills, I mean, and so I hope you can get on board fast.” Her brows knitted charmingly when she struggled to concentrate.

“What does Chatterley need?,” I asked, leaning forward, evincing a business-like interest even in my robe.

“You have a part to play, Frank, but I need to start you out small before getting to the big stuff.” Her mind seemed to wander for a moment. “I’ve been getting requests that are beyond our current staffing. Business has been surprisingly good. It’s just been a few months, I told you, but I’ve got orders that are beginning to tax our production capacity.” She slurred ‘production capacity’ a bit.

“I know one of the first hurdles of a business is to avoid growing too fast,” I ventured. “You know a lot of needy women, apparently. But you said overhead was very low. Where’s the issue specifically?”

“Actually, Frank, the women can wait. In fact, scarcity for a product like mine makes it even more valuable. A waiting list is a plush…plus in this market. What I lack is staff.”

“Right, so I’m here to do what, exactly? Customer service? Project management? Accounting? I have experience from my own business in those areas.” I leaned back, spreading my hands expansively.

Charlotte put her wine glass on the table and leaned forward, lacing her hands together, Anadolu Yakası Escort elbows on her knees. There was that cleavage I’d seen a hint of that morning. I dragged my eyes up to hers.

“Frank, that piece you saw earlier was made with materials at hand, so to speak. I wrote and directed it. Marcus from the 17th St store is the black actor. The cinematographer is Rita, in Sales at our store, and a woman named Julie from SCAD wrote and created the music. I do all the jobs you listed above and I do just have enough time to do them all, for now. Frankly, errr, Frank, I need an older man.” She giggled again and took another sloppy sip. Definitely tipsy.

I sat there stunned. I knew all but one of those people and I had no idea they were living this double life. Then I heard what she said.

In order to preserve his dignity an older man can be willfully blind to a young woman’s advances. Of course there was a part of me that wished passionately that this set up, us sitting alone, freshly showered in plush robes, half drunk, was going to end in bed. But I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. And I was beginning to feel a bit foolish sitting there in the short robe, sipping wine with my drunken boss, whose porn film I’d just seen that morning. I could be about to have a terrible misunderstanding.

“Wait, what do you mean you need an older man?” I pressed myself back into the couch.

Charlotte took a deep breath. “We’ve had a request for a film with a storyline that involves an older husband and his much younger wife. In fact, several scenarios with older men. It surprised me. I thought these women would be wanting to see the young studs, would be fantasizing about boy-toys. But no, it turns out a lot of us want older men.” She smiled self-consciously and looked away. She poured herself another glass.

I was very tempted to pour myself another, too, but being dehydrated from my ride, it would go straight to my head. The situation was weird enough. I wanted to think straight.

“You want me to act in a porn film. Is that what you’re saying?” Maybe I should have gotten drunk and lost my inhibitions right at that moment. But I had come to talk business and I was having a hard time wrapping my head around this development.

“I can’t imagine a better candidate for the role, Frank. You’re fit. Your hair is naturally salt-and-pepper. You speak well and carry yourself with confidence. And the glasses. You are damned sexy…” she trailed off as if she’d said too much. Yet, she was making a pitch to get me to do just what the market demanded. I was beginning to try to imagine myself in the role, nothing I’d ever thought about seriously. I think watching porn made me less likely to want to be an adult actor – besides their enormous equipment, those guys seemed really low class. It was outside my physical ability and below my dignity, I had thought. But this highbrow erotica that Charlotte was creating? Hmmmm, maybe.

“Frank, I’m sort of desperate.” Charlotte spread her hands, robe teasingly parted enough to see the curve of one breast. She was waiting for something. Finally, sighing, she said, “You can clear five thousand a month for a few hours work.”

I nearly snorted my wine.

“Dollars?” I asked. Now this was getting interesting. I could definitely reach my retirement goals a lot sooner making that kind of bank. But, porn. Really?

“It’s a lot like the job you already do, Frank. You would be problem solving, pleasing people, filling a need.” Charlotte was rambling a bit. But I was beginning to reframe the idea. Just a job. Being creative. Making beautiful things, groundbreaking things. Bespoke Erotica had a nice sound to it. I didn’t want an emotional attachment in my life and that had kept me from dating much. So I wasn’t getting laid much. But if it was my job! And just a job, well maybe it could work.

Charlotte began to tear up. “Frank, I know I’ve sort of misled you today. I toyed with you, letting you know only enough to get you to say yes to my proposal. I got you out here alone for the final pitch. This is a big threshold to cross. Making love on camera is not easy. But I want to capture genuine happiness and joy and beauty. I want that in my films. I can see you expressing that. It will take a very special man to do this the way I want to do it.” She paused, looking down, “I’ll understand if you can’t.” She wept then and I crossed the rug to her on the couch, the damsel in distress. The deal was sealed that moment.

“Charlotte, I think if I can approach it as a job that I can try to do it. No promises, but I’ll try.” Now I was trying to convince myself by convincing her. She buried her face in the thick robe on my chest and cried. I might have been more concerned that she was being affected so much by the wine, but my mind was reeling from the idea of trying to be a porn star. Clearly, she was drunk, passing from giddy to maudlin. I knew this pattern too well. I felt a tender sadness for her.

I didn’t know what to do next. She lifted her soft, salty lips to mine and kissed me, then. I kissed Üsküdar Escort back with a little hesitation. At the back of my mind was the whole boss/employee thing, but not far back. So we kissed tenderly for a long time.

Her breathing moved from that of a weeping woman to that of an aroused one. She lay limp in my arms, damp and warm, giving and receiving gentle kisses. I wanted to touch her intimately so badly. And she seemed to have surrendered herself to me, twisting gently in my lap. But I was there at her request, to be a part of her business. And she was drunk, but I was a gentleman. I hesitated to be assertive, so was just slowly kissing, gently teasing tongues, breathing deeply, eyes closed. I don’t have to tell you I was hard as a cypress knee.

After a while, Charlotte disengaged and sat up, her robe loose, hair mussed, looking a little angry.

“Do we seem to be on the casting couch, Frank?” Hands on hips, right breast peeking out, eyes curtained by her tousled hair.

“Do I get a screen test, boss? Is this where I say, ‘I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Demille?” I was feeling a little giddy myself with the arousal and the wine. I smiled at her, looking into her eyes deeply for the first time. There was some sadness and irritation there that I put down to the alcohol. She pulled her robe together.

“Well, yes. I’ll have to make arrangements to do a test filming soon. Probably here.” She was getting business-like again, thinking it through. Maybe she didn’t have a standard practice for hiring actors. I wondered how Marcus had got the job. And were there others? She must have to see it as a job, too, of course, to keep from complicating things. She took a deep breath and composed herself, straightening her robe, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

“You will need a current STD test and about four hours of free time,” she said, pulling up the VoltT scheduling app on her phone. “It looks like you and Tamika are both closing next Tuesday. How about you be here at 8 that morning? I’ll need the results of the test no later than Monday.” She stood and took the empty bottle of wine to the kitchen. I rose and watched her go.

I was confused, aroused and excited about the new prospect. Was the meeting over? Was I expected to have sex with AM Tamika? How was she going to find out about it? Who else would be there? Was everybody else in on this? I was still semi-hard in my red robe.

Charlotte returned from the kitchen, appearing very sober again. “Well, Frank, we can do some preliminaries here tonight. Take off that robe,” she said, pointing and flicking her finger. “I want to see you naked.”

I hesitated a moment, hands at the belt. She just looked at me coolly.

I dropped my eyes and untied the sash, letting the ends drop. I pulled the robe apart and my stiff member pressed my black riding shorts out.

“Seriously?” she said. “Lose the shorts.” I took a deep uncertain breath, skinned them down and my semi-hard-on swayed semi-proudly.

Her eyes lingered there.

“All the way,” she said, and I dropped the robe from my shoulders. It was strange being naked in front of my boss and I began to wilt a bit more. She continued to look, arms crossed, appraising, biting her bottom lip.

“You look as good as I imagined, Frank. Very lean. Such good legs. A narrow waist, especially for an older man.” She was far enough away not to see the wrinkles. “Touch yourself, now. Bring that erection back.”

I did, and it did. My cock rose, thickening in my grip.

“Show me your butt. Turn around,” she ordered and I pivoted, stroking myself slowly. It was good to have her appreciative eyes on me, to hear that she liked what she saw. It had been a very long time.

“I knew you had a nice ass. Now rub one out,” she said, still just watching, judging.

“Just like that?” I asked.

“If you’re going to perform, Frank, you have to be able to perform on command. You are the object of my customer’s attentions and you need to be able to meet their requests, however odd.”

So l started stroking, trying to get my head into a place where I could go all the way with it. But I kept thinking about her staring and my being the only one naked in the room. It made me self-conscious. It was a tricky mental exercise. I tried to use my imagination, like I usually do when alone. But she was right there and though I was hard, I was far from an orgasm.

So I looked back at her and began thinking of her naked, replaying the video of her fleshy labia dripping wet and spread wide by the black cock. I thought about the shiny, wet strand of juice she expressed as she was bringing herself to orgasm. I looked at her while I recalled this, staring at her robe-covered body. I began to strain toward an orgasm of my own, growling softly.

Charlotte relaxed a bit, dropping her arms. Her robe parted enough to show flesh from her neck to her ankle, a long pale strip broken only by the dark shadow of her pubic hair. One hand moved slowly inside of the robe. She trailed her fingers along her hip, pulling the fabric wide. Did she know what I was thinking of; the glistening union of her dripping pussy and Marcus’s cock and the slow triumphant march toward eruption that we watched this morning? How her mouth and her pussy each opened for him, engulfed him, pulled the thick cream up from his balls?

Have you ever noticed how most of the women depicted in porno mags and movies are far too slim and much too young. Hardly Venus de Milo’s! I don’t know about you but I for one think it’s high time that we get to see some classy, stylish, older and full figured babes!

I’m 6’3″ tall and my weight fluctuates between 210-240 lbs., and there’s just something about plump and full, slightly sagging, soft tits! An ample and cushy ass really turns me on too! And I’ll bet that a lot of men feel the same way, and even some women too. Some of my happiest moments have been spent bouncing off a soft, round belly. My perfect cup of tea is a woman between 40-55 years of age, not too fat but somewhere between 140-170 lbs., a nice large-sized lady. Man, what a lovely place for your rocks to tumble off!

Just over a month ago I saw my ideal woman at the community pool, across the street from my house. She was wearing a tight one piece bathing suit, and as she came out of the pool, I could see how wonderfully high-cut it was at her crotch. The tight wet suit outlined her large, prominent and hefty twat very clearly. The bottoms of her big, rounded buttocks hung out the bottom of her suit and jiggled to and fro as she walked past me towards her lounge chair.

Seeing the outline of her succulent cunt and watching her big tits bouncing had me excited. I had a hard-on Bostancı Escort which was every bit as plain to see as her pussy. She glanced in my direction and she seemed to take notice of my bulge immediately and kept looking at it while she sat down. I caught her licking her lips while she remained focused on my crotch. While her eyes were glued to me, I mustered up the courage to get up and walk over to her and start a conversation.

We talked for a few minutes when she asked if I’d like to join her for a drink. Naturally I accepted and my mind immediately filled with all the possible scenarios, but I hoped that what I’d be drinking would not be something out of a bottle, that’s for sure!

As it turned out she lived only two blocks away from the pool herself. The moment we got inside her house and she closed the door, I grabbed her gently and pressed her against the back of the door, nestling my cock into the warm softness of her crotch. She moaned out loud with pleasure and we kissed. Our tongues entwined while my hands roamed down over her full, luscious curves, coming to rest on the soft wide cheeks of her ass.

Without saying a word, she led me over to the couch. In seconds flat we were pressed against each other, naked. She gasped with delight when she saw the size of my cock. She took my balls in her hand and then began rubbing Kadıköy Escort and squeezing my rigid shaft and swollen balls. I caressed her sagging tits and pulled on her big stiff nipples.

I swung one of her legs off the couch and the other over the back of the couch until I had her spread as wide open as I could get her. I kissed and licked a trail of wetness from her tits to her belly button, tonguing and probing her until she was panting uncontrollably.

Slowly I moved down to her dark curly snatch. I parted her bushy cunt hairs to reveal her swollen clit, which was trembling in anticipation of my tongue’s next move. The moment I placed my lips over top of her clit she exploded. She bucked her ass up off the couch and slammed her cunt against my face violently, moaning and groaning loudly! I was amazed when she erupted! As her first wave came it squirted out all over my face like water from a squirt gun. Her second wave had less pressure and the rest of her warm love juices flowed and gurgled into my eager mouth and ran down my chin and neck. I licked and sucked all of her juicy nectar. Her plump cunt was contracting and squeezing my tongue every time I dipped into her. She was deliriously rolling and bucking against me! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven, for not only had I found a plump sexy older gal, but she was also a juicy Göztepe Escort squirter!!

My cock was swollen, throbbing and rock hard! I had to slip it inside that red hot pussy! I put the tip of my cock just inside her pussy lips and made it throb for her. She was moaning and trying to push herself up, trying to take my cock further inside, but I moved back each time she tried.

After a few minutes of teasing her pussy I slammed my cock all the way in. She shouted out loud and wrapped her strong legs around my back. My belly slapped and bounced off hers as we collided. I thrusted in and out of her faster and faster, deeper and harder. In not time we both tore into an incredible double orgasm. I shot a huge wad of boiling cum into her pulsating pussy, and she poured out more of her sweet cunt juices, washing and soaking my cock and balls.

When we both finally caught our breath, she licked my sticky cock and balls clean and in about 5 seconds I was hot and bothered again! She sucked my swollen cock ferociously, not letting up until she got what she wanted. I blew my load into her mouth, and she swallowed every single drop and kept sucking until I had to beg her to stop. I was fully and completely drained, and she had my prick hyper-sensitive.
“Oh my…I just love that cock of yours!” she exclaimed, “I love what it does to me!”

And you know what, this is typical of every full figured and mature woman. They appreciate the finer qualities of a man. They love being enjoyed and are incredibly grateful. It’s so nice to get your rocks off and then be commended and complimented on a job well done!

What makes you think that I want to fuck you?

What makes you think that I even notice how the long auburn curls cascade down your shoulders, teasingly trickling around your smooth, freckled complexion? That I might tumble into the deep blue of your eyes, or the sparkling red of your smile?

Do you really think you caught my gaze as it flowed down your flawless neck, pausing at the hint of shadow just beneath each nipple? That, while you talked, my mind let my hands slide up your stomach, upward to cup your breasts beneath the light fabric?

“Excuse me, what were you saying?” Wait, just because I asked you to repeat yourself do you truly believe that I got lost in the thought of you reaching down and slowly, ever so slowly easing your blouse over your head? That I’d picture leaning down and pressing my face into your perfect breasts, running my tongue over the soft flesh, drawing each nipple, one by one into my mouth?

My blank stare? This awkward silence? Do you gaziantep zenci escort dare think that I would gasp as you unfasten your jeans, seductively inching the zipper downward and then lifting each long leg into the cool air? That I would hold my breath in anticipation as you move your fingers to the lace panties wondering… longing for that first glimpse of red curls?

“I… I ah…” I stutter? I stutter and you think that is because my lips are drawn to the light skin of your thighs, my kisses traveling upward, ever upward? That every ounce of my existence follows a fragrant pathway to your delicate folds?

Do you really think that my nervous grin might broaden to a smile as my lips touch yours gently opening you with a kiss and then a probing tongue? That my next breath is of you, all of you as I taste your tangy desire?

What makes you think I’m trembling at the thought of my tongue circling inside gaziantep escort you, then easing out of you to part your lips in search of the soft, firm nub of your clit? That my hands would cup your ass, gently kneading the flesh as my tongue rolls over your clit, drawing it between my lips as I gently suck?

“Pardon me, why it is so noisy here? What did you ask me?” You don’t think it is all that noisy? So you truly believe that all I hear are your moans as you lift your hips, pressing yourself onto my face? That the sound of your breath as I push my fingers into you and feel your pussy convulsing in orgasm is the only thing I can possibly hear?

Or is it the momentary silence as I quickly undress and move between your open legs? The soft sigh as your fingers open your lips and guide me into you? Maybe it’s the liquid sound of me entering you, filling you?

Is it true? Do you honestly think I’m picturing your legs wrapped around me as I thrust again and again deep into your pussy, our bodies slapping together each time, every touch, every sensation drawing us closer and closer? That I would stare into your eyes, watching as your body tenses and then suddenly releases as you come and I arch my back coming with you, spurting my cum inside you?

What makes you think I want to fuck you? That I would ever think of doing anything like that with you? What makes you think I would even give you the time of day?

“What time is it? You’re asking me what time it is? I am sorry, have you ever seen anyone so distracted? It is eight twenty two.”

So now… now are we finished? Do you simply walk away? And as you go do you think I am watching you, the way your hair tosses with each step, the way you swing your arms, the way your ass moves? Or do you believe I’m still thinking of holding you as we catch our breath and my cock shrinks, slipping from you?

And now that you are gone and I am alone do you think I can still smell you, still taste you, still feel you under me? That as I slowly wrap my fingers around my cock and begin to stroke I might remember how you sighed as I entered you?

Yes, what is it? What makes you think I want to fuck you? Please tell me.

Kim hung up the phone with a satisfied smile. She had just finished reassuring her mother that while a little shocked at what was being expected of her from the sorority she was content to persevere. Her mother had sounded so worried about possibly pushing Kim too far and was more than a little relieved that Kim would at least try to walk the path she had set out for her. Kim’s fingers went to her neck and touched the golden chain she had been ordered to wear. It was tight and almost fitted like a choker. It was the only piece of jewelry she was allowed to wear during the month of her initiation. Her Tester, Jamie, or more accurately, Ms. Holly, explained that all initiates wore the same chain and that she could identify the Testers by the matching gold wristbands they wore. She had told Kim that while she was her assigned Tester, anyone wearing the wrist chain was to obeyed without question.

Kim began to walk back to her room. This was her fourth day of college. For three days in a row she had masturbated in various positions and in various ways under Jamie’s tutelage. She now looked forward to these sessions. Each time she experienced new and more surprising heights of pleasure. No, there was no question of failing now. There was just too much fun to be had. She was excited and curious to discover what Ms. Holly had in store for her today. She had hinted that there might be something more ‘progressive’ expected of Kim. Kim was prepared to keep an open mind.

As she walked along the hallway she nodded and smiled at Joan. She was a 6-foot tall black girl who shared a chemistry class with her. She noticed the gold chain that Joan wore and was tempted to ask her about it but decided against it. Ms. Holly had been quite clear about the consequences of careless talk on the subject of initiation. Joan smiled back in her familiar absent-minded way. Her tall lithe frame was somewhat marred by the rounded shoulders and stoop. Kim could not discern if this was a congenital abnormality or just rank poor posture. Joan was the clichéd ‘science geek’; in class even her lecturers were a little intimidated by her intellect and wealth of knowledge on all things chemical.

Kim had to hide a guilty blush as she imagined this nerd busily exploring her pussy with the same intent concentration she gave chemical equations. Kim paused at her own door as she realised that the thought of Joan masturbating was actually making her hot. While she was growing accustomed to Jamie’s presence when she was fingering herself to orgasm, why did the idea of voluntarily having Joan present make her feel hot? Wow was she possibly turning gay? She would have to speak to Ms. Holly.

She opened the door of her room and walked in. Jamie was sitting at her desk, studying through her black rimmed reading glasses and wearing an over sized black bathing robe. She didn’t look up to acknowledge Kim’s entry. Kim stepped closer to her and clasped her hands in front of her. She cleared her throat nervously.

“Ms. Holly, I’m beginning to worry that I might be turning gay” she gushed in one breath.

Jamie continued to read.

“Kim you have not the physical experience or emotional sophistication to make that judgment. Your sexuality is in the possession of the sisterhood till we deem you ready to make those decisions yourself.”

Kim felt a momentary spark of anger at Jamie’s dismissive tone.

“I’m sorry Ms. Holly and I don’t want to sound disrespectful but that sounded so much like a rehearsed answer.”

Jamie paused from her reading and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. She stood and took off her glasses. She walked to her bed and sat down. She indicated to Kim that she should join her. Kim did so and found herself being pushed down so that her head rested on Jamie’s lap. Jamie rested a hand on Kim’s waist and used the seks hikayeleri other to stroke her hair. Kim felt herself regressing to childhood, to a time when her mother would comfort her in this manner. She wasn’t sure if she was happy that Jamie had assumed this maternal role.

“I owe you an apology Kim. My answer was insensitively given. I did not mean to belittle your concerns. Through your mother’s efforts and your own inherent reticence you have managed to reach 18 without really having to confront any questions about who or what you are. How could you not have questions or experience at least some confusion in this environment? My only advice is not to worry about answers at this time. Concentrate solely on experiencing and I promise you that answers will come to you as if without effort. At present your initiation tasks involve only other women. In time this will be expanded to include men. At the end of your initiation not only will you have the answers you crave but you will have better questions and the means to explore those questions.”

She continued to stroke Kim’s hair. Kim found herself growing sleepy and despite her original anger at Jamie she felt comforted and no longer concerned about her thoughts of Joan.

“Thank you Ms. Holly. I promise to try and follow your advice.”

“Good girl” answered Jamie with a playful swot to Kim’s bottom, “now off you go and get any study you need done out of the way. I want you showered, naked and on your bed by 6pm. As I promised your testing will be a little different today.” Kim got up with a smile and kissed Jamie on the forehead.

“Yes Ms. Holly.” Kim studied for two hours at her desk as Jamie returned to reading. Kim then showered and with growing excitement sat on her bed, naked and expectant.

Jamie was still at her desk. She paused to look at her watch then at Kim. “Remain here while I shower.”

“Yes Ms. Holly. Ahm.. sorry Ms. Holly but you could you give me a hint as to what my testing will involve.”

Jamie smiled, “be patient supplicant. I promise you it will be nothing you can’t handle.”

Jamie got into the shower and allowed herself to feel the butterflies of concern in her stomach. This testing was less about Kim and more about the Testers attempting something new in order to help another supplicant. This morning Jamie had attended the dorm’s Tester meeting. The ten Testers discussed their new initiates and the progress they were making. All had passed the first hurdles but one was causing concern. Her Tester had asked for any and all help the other Testers could provide. The Tester, Megan, was the most experienced of them all but her supplicant, Joan, was proving difficult to help.

Word had been sent down from the Inner Council that the priority of all the Testers was to ensure Joan’s success in her application. The Council had made it clear that the presence of a bona fides genius within the sisterhood was an opportunity not to be missed. They also deemed Joan to be a diamond in the rough and expected the Testers to find that diamond. Jamie knew her own advancement might be tied up with Kim but all the Testers of this dorm would suffer in some way if such an extraordinary directive from the Inner Council were failed.

Megan described Joan’s progress to date. She had shown extreme shyness when asked to strip and masturbate. She had managed to do both over the last three days but appeared to take no real enjoyment or enthusiasm in the experience. Megan described the untrimmed bush, hairy pits and legs and painful looking hunching of the shoulders. It appeared to Megan that Joan was aware of being tall and thus shied away from notice and was not aware of being a sexual woman. Megan was almost in tears as she described the frustration she felt. Joan just gaziantep şişman escort refuses to believe herself to be anything but an ugly geek.

Jamie had cleared her throat to indicate that she had a suggestion. She asked Megan to bring Joan to her room this evening so as to test both of their supplicants together. Hopefully a relationship could be fostered between Kim and Joan. Kim had Joan’s inexperience but had none of her blind spots. Maybe Kim’s enthusiasm and confidence would be infectious. The other Testers had silently nodded their assents. Megan had smiled in gratitude at Jamie. The two of them had spent a few moments discussing the details and then returned to their studies with rueful smiles and crossed fingers.

Jamie finished her shower and got dressed in a pair of loose jeans and t-shirt. She returned bare-footed to the main room and glanced quickly at Kim to ensure she hadn’t begun without permission. She sat on her bed and faced Kim. There was a knock on the door, which then opened quickly. Kim saw a plain looking brunette walk in, followed closely by Joan. Her tall, stooping frame still several inches taller than the brunette. The surprise at their entry had momentarily made Kim forget her nakedness and lewd pose. Her legs spread and her fingers absent-mindedly circling her fully erect nipples. She gasped and made to dive under her bed covers. Jamie snapped her fingers and pointed angrily to where Kim had been sitting. Kim reluctantly returned but kept her legs closed and her hands firmly clamped over her breasts.

“Hi Megan,” Jamie said, “Joan can sit beside Kim on the other bed.”

Megan pointed at Kim’s bed before she took a chair for herself. Joan sat beside Kim being careful to avoid any and all eye contact.

“Kim this is Megan and the initiate beside you is Joan. Joan, my name is Jamie and the girl beside you is Kim.”

Joan and Kim made muttered acknowledgements at the introductions, both distinctly uncomfortable with the present situation.

Jamie continued to talk, “Joan you may remove your clothes now please.” Joan looked at Jamie in shock and then at Megan as if looking for some escape. Megan smiled at her encouragingly but indicated that she should obey Jamie’s instruction. She slowly stripped, giving the appearance of preparing for a firing squad. Kim watched closely, unconcerned at this violation of the others girl’s modesty. She had never seen a black woman nude before and marvelled at the athletically slim, chocolate skinned body being revealed to her. Again she felt the stirring of reaction between her legs. She sighed silently and decided to follow Jamie’s advice. If it’s turning me on then it’s turning me on, so what?

Joan was also the hairiest nude Kim had ever encountered. She wondered if this was an ethnic thing or just Joan. She tried to decide if asking Jamie about this would make her appear laughably naïve. She filed the question away to ponder later. Joan was striking and even Kim could see that with better grooming and attention to detail, Joan would be a warrior goddess. Kim shrugged away the unworthy jealousy she felt that someone whose IQ was through the roof could also be so stunning.

Joan joined Kim on the bed, but was careful to keep as much distance between them as the small bed allowed. She hugged her legs to her chest and stared at the floor.

Jamie nodded to Megan who began to speak, “as you both know you are expected to pass a number of tests, there are however other expectations we have for members of our sisterhood. These include better than average grades and well-groomed appearance. Kim, Jamie has spoken to some of your teachers and your mathematical ability has been found wanting. Joan you shamefully neglect the grooming your beautiful body gaziantep sınırsız escort deserves. As of this evening you will both coach the other in these areas. If within a week there are no improvements you will both have failed in your applications. Are there any questions?”

Kim and Joan looked at Megan before looking at each other. They both shook their heads. Kim was pleased and worried. She knew she needed help with the work and wanted to spend time with Joan but was unsure how she would deal with the strange new feelings she had for her.

Jamie smiled, “good girls,” she looked at her watch. “It’s getting late so it would be more convenient if you were both to masturbate here and now. So please proceed. Kim face Joan, I want your feet flat against her hips. Joan you will sit in the same way. Your feet flat against Kim’s hips.”

Kim quickly got into position, but it required Megan to clap her hands angrily to motivate Joan to join her in the described pose. Kim smiled reassuringly at Joan hoping to make her feel less uncomfortable. She felt guilty about the excitement this situation was causing her, but being so close to a beautiful woman overwhelmed this feeling. Thoughts of hair, shaving (especially shaving) make up etc all became sexualised as Kim’s fingers found their way to her pussy. She could hear Joan’s nervous breaths and was fixated on her perfectly formed dark-skinned breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. She watched as Joan’s fingers hesitantly found their way to her dark hairy lips. Kim’s fingers were already slick with her flowing juices as her eyes examined the dark puffy lips of Joan’s pussy. She imagined her own fingers examining those inviting folds of skin and she gasped as she felt an orgasm rush through her body. She could have only been touching herself a few moments and already she was experiencing charges of electric hot ecstasy rushing through her body.

She noticed Megan moving silently to Joan’s side. Megan began to speak softly in Joan’s ear, but not too softly that Kim could not hear what was being said.

“Did you notice that Joan? Having you so close, naked, exposed has made Kim cum so fast that she still isn’t even sure if it happened. You did that Joan. Just by being here, beautiful, sexy and nude. You have made this girl in front of you cum so quick that there’s a pool of her juices on her bed.”

She pointed to the growing circle of dampness below Kim’s still busy fingers. She then ran her index finger over the spot and brought it to Joan’s face. She held it under her nose.

“Breath in deeply Joan, smell what you have caused Kim to do. Smell the juices that you have caused to flow.”

Joan’s eyes opened wide as she listened to Megan’s words. Her nose hovered over Megan’s extended finger and she gazed at the still growing puddle beneath Kim. Her fingers were now moving faster over her pussy. Her thumb concentrating on her clit. Her breaths turning to gasps as her body began to surrender totally to the sensations her fingers were creating within her. She watched as Kim continued to stare at her, their eyes meeting as they both approached an orgasm they desperately wanted to experience. Kim fell back on her free hand as she worked her fingers furiously inside her sopping cunt. As her body grew more and more rigid her moving fingers brushed against those of Joan’s that were similarly engaged.

Without thought or word their hips jerked forward so that both could feel the others fingers, hands and wetness. Finally their eyes closed as they gasped and screamed out their intense, breathtaking orgasms. Kim fell onto the flat of her back, her chest heaving as she struggled to restrain her heart from beating itself out of her chest. Joan slumped forward, tears falling from her eyes.

“I never knew it could feel so good,” she sobbed. She continued to cry quietly as Megan helped her to dress. They left with Joan’s head resting on Megan’s shoulder.

Kim turned onto her side and rested her head on her hand as she looked at Jamie.

“Well Ms. Holly, have I passed this test?”

Jamie smiled in response, “yes you did, but don’t get too cocky, there’s a lot more for you to do yet.”

Alaina sighed as she leaned back on the green couch. It had been a long day of hard work and she was ready for a nice hot bath. And a little something more, she thought, thinking of her breasts and private place. Having had these thoughts for over a month now, they still surprised her. She was new to masturbation, having sworn to completely save herself for marriage, but one night she woke up tossing and turning from a pleasurable feeling throughout her entire body that seemed to emanate from her breasts and the place between her legs. Not being able to take it any longer, she touched her breasts for the first time ever and enjoyed it too much to speak. Next, was her private place. Alicia smiled as she remembered the pleasure of her first time masturbating. She never thought it could be so much fun, but after the first two seconds of touching her breast, she couldn’t stop. She just kept grasping them over and over until a strange liquid seemed to flow steadily onto her other hand. The liquid only served to add pleasure to the place between her legs as she rubbed and rubbed, trying to rid herself of a feeling that only grew the more she touched herself. She remembered the first time a wave of pleasure flowed through her, making her shutter and scream, and even after that, the craving for more didn’t end. The feeling to masturbate kept coming and coming. Every time that wave of pleasure struck her and she had a few moment to breath, another feeling would hit her and she’d have to do it all over again. That first night left her nearly suffocating, but she wouldn’t take it back for anything. After that, the feelings only came once or twice. She guessed whoever gave it to her, for she knew it couldn’t be her. She wasn’t hot for anyone or even interested in anyone, nor did she have any sexual thoughts worth noting, no, it couldn’t be her, but she guessed whoever it was, found out she was new to this and couldn’t gaziantep suriyeli escort handle such an extreme as what happened that night.

Since then, the strange feeling had come once or twice a week between a night and three nights apart. It had already been five days since the last one, and Alaina was getting worried that the feelings had stopped. But right before she got it, she would have thoughts like these. She smiled, maybe tonight would be the night. In the meanwhile, she decided, I would really like that hot bath.

In the bathtub, the feeling to masturbate grew stronger. She almost couldn’t take scrubbing her breasts and touching her mound with a rag. She shook her head no, and heard, why not, doing it in the tub could be fun. Alaina surprised herself by smiling at the aspect of doing it in a tub….leaning back, letting the hot water flow over her cold body and cover up to the nipple of her breasts. She found herself doing exactly what she was thinking and slowly lifted her hand out of the water and onto her breasts. Circling her breasts with her entire hand only added to the immense pressure she was feeling between her legs. It turned into a pounding feeling with Alaina loved and then got deeper and deeper toward her clit as she rubbed her breast. Finally, Alaina covered her nipple and squeezed her breast making sure to pinch her nipple. She did this over and over as the pounding increased till it felt like a dick was pounding into her. Quickly she reached her other hand over the other breasts and repeated the action. The two feelings were immense and Alaina could barely contain herself and the feelings within her. It was becoming too much for her to hold in her body. Her back arched and she let out a soft and quiet scream that wouldn’t stop till the feeling stopped. But the feeling wouldn’t stop and Alaina had to gaziantep türbanlı escort take a few breaths and then scream again till finally the feeling slowly dissipated. So slowly, Alaina was caught up in another wave of pleasure that made her scream quietly again.

Then, everything stopped and Alaina could breath peacefully. She had noticed a week ago that if she took deep breaths, a little bit of pleasure would pop up, so she did, and then heard, ‘that was fun, wasn’t it?” Alaina could only nodd and hopped the voice understood that she had nodded. She heard a little chuckle and heard, ‘Don’t worry about me having to hear it. I saw it and it’s about time you knew I could see what you do’

Shocked, Alaina chocked. Whoever it was…could see her. But how was that possible? She was in a bathroom with the door closed. Had someone placed cameras inside the bathroom? Who but her parents, and she knew it was not her parents, could? She heard, ‘no cameras, just something I’m able to do…don’t worry, I haven’t been looking too hard at your naked body, though I do love to see it.”

She blushed and thought, someone actually likes seeing me naked. It made her feel so happy yet so violated at the same time. She let her sensible side do the talking. “And how exactly are you watching me, uh?”

He smiled and said, ‘that’s for me to know and you to always wonder, honey”

She blushed again. This voice reminded her of Alan, who still made her blush with each name he managed to find as a synonym to the term, ‘sweetheart’.

She thought about it for a second and then punched the air thinking, “ha! As if I’d let that guy anywhere near me.”

She heard a large heartfelt laugh and then a snickering voice say, “Then how come I felt a blush after hearing you say his name. Face it, you like him. So much, you get gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort wet every time he says one of those sweet names to you. If you want I can call you all of them too…”

Alaina blushed at the thought of him actually doing this and then answered, “No, that’s, it’s…”

“His thing, uh?” She nodded, ashamed. It wasn’t like he was her boyfriend and it belonged to him as a way to make her insides shiver in pleasure, but still…the reality of wanting Alan as anything more than the nusciance he was made her sensible side sneer “You’ve got to be kidding me. Just cause the guy makes me wet doesn’t mean I like him. Just cause I blush doesn’t mean I want him and just cause he makes me feel so…so weird…doesn’t mean he’s gonna be anything more to be than a…a…a pest!”

That heartfelt laughter filled her head again. “That’s what they all say before they say, ‘oh man, I must have him.’ I have no doubt you’ll be saying that too soon.”

Alaina scoffed at that, “yeah, when the starts implode.”

She heard a deep snicker, but not the thought that came afterwards, “perhaps when you figure out it’s me, you’ll have something different to say.”

Alaina couldn’t stop herself from saying, “So you’re a someone?” A semi annoyed “yes, I’m a someone” was her replay. She blushed and said, ‘Just making sure.” “you should also know I’ve been talking this entire time, you just couldn’t hear me till today. I guess your ears finally noticed.” Already blushing, Alaina dropped her head and said, ‘yeah, that’s me, earless up to a certain point.” He laughed and Alaina smiled.

“Goodnight, honey, I believe I’m done with you.”

“Done with me? What am I, your slave?”

She heard a snicker, ‘well you did do as you were told when you couldn’t hear me before, so I suppose, in a way you are”

“Hey! Wait”

“Night”

From then on, she couldn’t feel or hear anything.

Sigh, she thought. Someone whose identity I don’t know is in this head making me feel and do things I’ve never felt before. Can this really end up well for me? Her irresponsible side led her to lean back against the bathtub’s edge and say, ‘I don’t know, but isn’t it fun?” Alaina sighed, thought happily, and said, ‘yes, it really is, but so dangerous as well.”

This is my entry to the Valentine’s Day contest. Thank you for reading it. I would appreciate your votes and your comments.

For a certain someone who watches me…

Tansy Bancroft hated Valentine’s Day.

No, that wasn’t exactly true. She loved Valentine’s Day. Every bit of it, from the sentimental specials on the Hallmark Channel to the shiny boxes of delicious chocolates to the television commercials featuring adorable tikes handing lopsided hearts to their television-perfect teachers or mothers or fathers as the announcer intoned the virtues of life insurance or overnight floral delivery services in a much too sincere baritone.

Each year on Valentine’s Day, her desk was festooned with a bright red dish of conversation hearts. She secretly left humorous little notes, along with a foil-wrapped kiss, to brighten up her co-workers’ day. Tansy even wore dangly little red hearts in her ears.

Really, Tansy thought, I love Valentine’s Day. What she didn’t love was the incessant insistence that she had to have someone to share all this with. She liked being by herself, even on Valentine’s Day . She felt no need to have someone by her side all the time.

From her co-workers to commercials, she was bombarded with messages that she should not be single, however one chose to define the term, on February 14th. But Tansy was quite happy to spend her evenings alone, reading a book and listening to her cat, Tom, purring on her lap as she stroked his soft yellow fur. She was perfectly fine with being alone.

Tansy was content to be a solitary witch, too. Technically, she supposed, she probably wasn’t a real witch at all. She wasn’t even sure if there was such a thing as “witchcraft”. She just knew there were so many more things out there than could be explained by the supreme being and the stories she learned in Sunday school classes and calling herself a solitary witch seemed to suit her just fine.

Solitary, because there wasn’t a coven for miles around as far as she knew. She didn’t have a official spell book to guide her. She didn’t even have spells. She preferred to call them wishes, good thoughts she imagined scattering through the universe like dandelion fluff. The candles she lit were simply ones she enjoyed looking at, the scented oils and spices were chosen because she liked their perfume, not for any mystical powers per se.

There was one time, however, when Tansy would have preferred not to live such a solitary life. While her days and her evenings were good just as they were, her nights were a different story. Late at night in her quiet apartment in her quiet bedroom on her quiet bed, Tansy frequently wished for someone to be with her. But that was not to be. Tonight it was just Tansy and Tom.

Tom watched intently as Tansy filled her bathtub with hot water and sprinkled in a few drops of essential oils. The scent of exotic spices and sweet tangerines wafted around Tansy as she chose some candles.

“So, Tom, what shall it be tonight? Pink or red?” she asked, smiling as she held the choices in her hands. Her cat stopped washing his white face, looked at the candles and batted at the red ones as she wiggled them in front of him.

“Red it shall be,” she said as she lit the group of red candles and placed them around the room. “You know, Tom, if you were only about six feet taller, well, and human, of course, I wouldn’t be alone tonight.” Tom chirped a quiet meow, pawed open the door and padded out of the bathroom.

Tansy sank down into the steamy water. Balancing her drink on the edge of the tub, Tansy opened her book and began to read. Her fingers drifted through the water and stroked lazily over her breasts gaziantep ucuz escort as the story progressed. She drained the last drops from her glass, then put the book aside and finished her bath. Grabbing her nightgown from the back of the door, Tansy wrapped herself in the cozy cotton and stepped into her bedroom.

Tom was in his usual place for that time of night. Curled up in the chintz chair in a dim corner of her bedroom. The room was so quiet, his purr could be heard rumbling from the seat. His green eyes blinked sleepily as Tansy got into bed.

Slipping between the sheets, Tansy tried to relax enough to sleep. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t seem to drift off. Her body was relaxed from her soak in the hot water, but her mind was restless from the story she’d been reading. The cotton sleep shirt she usually wore to bed felt rough and scratchy against her sensitive skin. She turned on her bedside lamp and threw the covers aside.

She opened the top drawer in her dresser and found something else to wear. Tugging the sleep shirt over her head, she exchanged the pastel knit for a jewel-colored silk chemise. She shivered as the cool fabric slithered over her warm skin. Her nipples immediately budded up and Tansy gasped at the sensation. Now, her body was as restless as her mind. She was wide awake and wanting. Wanting to be touched. Wanting to be caressed. Wanting to climax.

Turning back to the dresser, she brought a small box back to her bed. Smoothing back the covers, Tansy opened the box and took out a small dildo and a silvery bullet vibe. She put the toys beside her as she stretched out on the bed. Tansy ran her fingers over her breasts and played with her nipples through the silky fabric. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her fingers brushing over them, rubbing circles around and around. She reached down to pull the bit of silk over her head.

“No, please. Leave it on for a little longer. The color looks so good against your skin.”

Tansy’s eyes flew open. There, sitting in the chair where Tom had been napping just a second ago, was a man. His face was lost in the shadows but she could feel his eyes watching her. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and khakis. Her cat was nowhere to be seen.

Tansy supposed she should be concerned about a strange man in her bedroom, but she knew this was just a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. She smiled at the man in the corner and nodded in acquiescence.

Tansy played with her nipples once more, a little harder now, pulling at them and rolling them between her fingers. She cupped her breasts in her palms and flicked her thumbs over her now aching nipples. She slid the thin straps off her shoulders and pulled the cloth down until the areolae were just barely visible.

Reaching beside her for the bullet vibe, she switched it on, the low hum the only sound in the quiet room. Tansy touched it lightly to her breasts, circling the rosy pink skin surrounding her nipples, but not touching nipples themselves. She closed her eyes, blocking out everything but the sensation as the vibe edged ever closer to the tight pink buds. Tansy gasped as the toy finally reached her nipples, first one, then the other. She caught her breath and shivered.

“Nice,” the voice in the corner murmured. The man’s face was still not quite visible, but she could see his hand as he stroked his erection through his khakis.

Tansy paused, the humming vibe clutched in her hand, and looked at him.

“Show me, Tansy. Show me what you do when I’m not here.”

Tansy let her eyelids lower as she did as he’d requested. She teased gaziantep ukraynalı escort the vibe over the apex of her thighs. Her hips lifted, meeting the toy as it touched the sensitive flesh through her chemise. Her other hand played over her breasts, lingering on the nipples, flicking her fingernails lightly over the little buds.

The almost imperceptible sound of a zipper caught her attention. She opened her eyes and looked over in the corner, never stopping the motions of her hands as they played over her body. The man bared his erection and cupped his hand loosely around it, sliding up and down as he watched Tansy.

She brought her knees up, her feet flat on the bed. The chemise puddled around her hips, her delicately trimmed triangle of curls visible in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Her legs fell apart, showing him the smooth skin of her labia, freshly shaved in her bath, the texture under her fingers as silky as the nightgown she now wore ruched around her waist.

Tansy stroked her fingers over the soft skin. One finger slipped between her dusky pink folds to gather up the creaminess concealed inside. She circled the small bud, gently rubbing around and around. The room fell away as all her attention was centered on that little pearl. She was still very aware of the man in the chair, though. She could hear the sounds of the chair creaking as the man sat up, the change in the cadence of his breath, perhaps even the sound of his fist as he pumped his erect cock.

Her hand hesitated over the dildo on the bed beside her. She looked up at him through downcast eyelashes. His hissed “yes” was more an intake of breath, a gasp, than a vocalized utterance. She brought it to her lips, the tip of her tongue lapping at the head. Tansy imagined it was him, his cock, she was laving as her tongue licked long strokes over the veined surface. His low growl as she sucked the end of the dildo into her mouth told her he shared her vision.

Tansy slid the phallus between her breasts, licking the tip each time it neared her lips. She touched the vibe to her clit. His gasp was a lower-pitched echo of hers. The dildo moved down her body until Tansy’s hand stopped it just below the next of curls over her mound. The man’s movements stilled, watching and waiting, waiting until Tansy ever so slowly glided the dildo into her bare pussy. Just the head at first, but then she guided the rest inside her.

The movement of his fist wrapped round his cock matched the movement of the dildo as she slid it in and then out of her pussy. Only the tip still inside her remained hidden from his view. She focused intently on his face, wishing she could see him clearly, as she brought the dildo to her mouth and licked it clean.

His “fuck” could hardly be heard, even in the quiet room, barely disturbing the air, but she felt the rumble all the way through her body from her taut pink nipples to her clit. She returned the dildo to her pussy and pressed the vibe against her clit. Her labia were all swollen, rosy and glistening with her juices as she pumped the dildo. She gasped at the sensations as her hand switched back and forth between the dildo and her breasts. Her fingers were wet with juices from her pussy. She spread the moisture on her nipples and then blew gently, shivering more from how good it felt than from any chill in the room.

A small moan escaped from her lips. The rhythm of her hips as they rose to meet the cock she held in her hand increased. Her fingers flicked faster and faster over her turgid nipples, pinching and pulling in a way that would have been almost painful any other time. But gaziantep üniversiteli escort not now. Now she craved the stimulation, the way each flick, each pinch, each pull echoed in her clit.

She thumbed the control on the vibe until the humming grew louder. Tansy touched it to her clit and stroked it back and forth over the swollen bud peeking from her widespread labia. She found just the right spot and shuddered as her clit began pulsing.

Tansy replaced the dildo with her fingers, pushing them in and out, feeling her pussy pulsate around them as her climax played over them. She quivered and shook, her entire body overcome with the feelings centered around that small pearly bud.

“Yes,” the man in the shadows moaned, “cum for me, baby.” His cum spurted over his fist as he stroked his cock. His shudders mimicked hers, his gasps for air a counterpoint to hers.

Seconds, minutes, hours passed and Tansy opened her eyes. She shivered once more, but this time it was from the coolness of the room. She pulled the slinky chemise from around her waist and tugged on the more substantial cotton sleep shirt. She yawned and reached over to gather up the toys abandoned and still buzzing on the bed beside her.

“Just sleep. I’ll clean up here,” he whispered.

Tansy’s eyelids grew heavy and a contented smile played over her lips as her body relaxed into the warm covers and she drifted off to sleep. She thought she could hear faint rustlings from the corner but they barely registered in her thoughts as her dreams began.

The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Tansy the next morning. Reaching across the bedside table, she shut off the noise. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and threw off the covers. As she sat up, her eyes rested upon the chair in the corner. It was drenched in the cool morning light filtering in through the window and completely empty.

Tansy made her way into the kitchen where she found Tom in his usual morning place, the counter right beside the cat food. He jumped down and went over to his bowl. Tansy opened the can and spooned the contents into his bowl.

“So, Tom, you won’t believe what happened last night. You turned into…” Her voice trailed away and she shook her head. “Ah, but let’s not go there. That’s impossible. I’m sure it was just a dream. A deliciously wicked dream, but just a dream nonetheless.” Tom paid no attention, much more interested in his breakfast than her words.

“Just a dream.” Those three little words became her mantra that morning, running through her head as she put away the red candles Tom had “chosen” last night.

“Just a dream,” she murmured over and over again as she showered, her bath sponge gliding over unusually sensitive nipples.

“Just a dream,” she said to herself, but the tingle of her body as she pulled on her bikini panties made her wonder.

“Just a dream,” she convinced herself, but still she folded the pale blue sweater she’d planned on wearing that day and chose one in another color, not as silky as her chemise, but the same vivid hue.

“I don’t suppose you let someone in last night?” she asked. Her question was directed to Tom who ignored her as he watched the birds on the fire escape from his perch on the back of the chair. His tail twitched and he turned to look at her and Tansy thought she saw him wink, but cats didn’t wink, did they?

Tansy finished getting ready for work and took one last look at her reflection in the mirror before she left. Her cheeks were rosier than usual and her eyes sparkled in the glass. “Just a dream,” she told herself and turned away, grabbing her purse and closing the door behind her.

Tansy hurried to catch the elevator just as a masculine hand reached out to stop the closing door. “Thanks,” she smiled at the man who’d held the door. They made small talk as the elevator made its way down. The elevator came to a stop and he stepped out. Tansy pushed the button to close the doors once more. Just as the doors whooshed closed, Tansy saw him turn and mouth the words “Cum for me, baby.”

The End