It was the beginning of December and the landscape along the highway was snow covered. She blankly gazed out the window of the bus, lost in her portable cd player.

Their song was playing. She had set the cd player to play it on repeat and hadn’t switched it off for the whole, hour and a half, bus ride.

“This was it!”, she thought. She finally was doing something wild. She had met Ryan years ago, but had lost touch. Only recently did she discover his number in one of her numerous notebooks and decide to call it.

As she hashed over the past in her mind, she was awakened by the jerk of the bus stopping. She looked out the window, scanned the bus terminal in the strange city she hardly knew. She looked around for Ryan but couldn’t see him through the mass of people. As she stepped down off of the bus she went to collect her bags and as if out of nowhere he appeared.

A huge grin appeared across both their faces as Ryan embraced her. She planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Both of them savoured the peck as it was there first kiss together.

“Love you,” Ryan said timidly. They had said it many times over the telephone but never in person to each other.

Stephanie smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Ryan picked up Stephanies backpack, holding her weekends worth of luggage and headed for the parking lot. They got in the car and the grins persisted on their faces; they were both in a dumb state of shock.

“So how are we going to spend our weekend together?”, Ryan asked. “I’m up for anything!”, she replied.

They arrived at Ryan’s parents house. Steph would be taking his room in the basement and he was to sleep on the upstairs couch.

They spent the afternoon talking and Ryan played their favourite song on his guitar for her.

His music made her fall deeply for him. There was something in his voice and the songs he wrote and played that drew her to him.

It was nearly supper time and Ryan had volunteered to his father to go and pick up some Chinese Food for supper. Steph and Ryan got back in the van, if only to steal a kiss.

They placed their order at the Maltepe Escort Chinese take-away and decided to go to a nearby parking lot. Steph had gotten Ryan a gift. A big care package with lots of little things to remind him of her.

Ryan leaned in and kissed her sweetly. They paused for a moment and then resumed kissing. Their lips tingled at the feel of each other. Their tongues danced as they held each other, eyes shut.

After a kiss that lasted for eternity they picked up the food and went back to eat dinner.

Later that evening they decided to take a drive. Ryan took her to his favourite spot in the city. A quiet park which was his own special place.

They sat in the car and both fueled by hormones kissed again. Ryan placed his hands around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They barely paused to breathe as they lost themselves in each other. The sweet taste of her lip gloss and the silkiness of her tongue excited Ryan.

Stephanie stopped their kiss and noticed Ryan’s bulge. She asked if she could straddle him. He was more than willing. She hopped seats and was now sitting on him. They resumed their make out session kissing and fogging up the windows. Stephanie was very hot for him now, she decided it was time to go a little further.

Stephanie begun grinding herself into Ryan’s bulge to which he reciprocated. She put her hands up his shirt and felt his smooth chest. After a while she lifted up her shirt to reveal her 34c breasts to Ryan. Ryan touched them gently… his eyes marvelling at their perfection and beauty.

It was getting late so they decided to head back home. They rented some movies for the night and settled in on the couch.

After everyone had gone to bed they resumed their make out session in their pajamas. They were lying on the couch totally ignoring the movie that was playing. Ryan’s hands roamed her breasts as he kissed her and their tongues battled.

“Want to go to the bedroom?”, Stephanie asked. Ryan hesitated… “I’m not sure we should.” They both debated the idea and decided to stay and cuddle on the couch Anadolu Yakası Escort longer.

They cuddle up and Stephanie could feel Ryan’s cock pressing up against her ass. She coyly moved her hands to run her fingers along his waist line at the top of his boxers. Soon enough they were engorged in one another and she was fondling his cock and balls while he ran his fingers through her curly pubic hair.

She parted her legs and Ryan’s fingers were greated with a great, warm, wetness. He slipped a finger into her warm pussy and she quietly moaned.

Enough was enough… they could not control themselves anymore. Ryan carried her to the bedroom. They were worried that Ryan’s parents would find out so they layed down on the flower.

Ryan lay slightly on top of her as he fingered her and made her eyes roll back into her head. She pulled down his pajama pants and jerked his cock hard. She marvelled at it’s size.

Eventually they both found themselves naked. It was, in essence, the moment of truth.

Ryan began to enter her but she was incredibly tight. He grabbed for some vaseline which he usually kept handy for masturbating and coated both of them. He inserted his 7 inch cock into her almost burning depths and sighed. They slowly made love, kissing, looking into each other’s eyes.

Ryan’s cock began to stiffen to it’s full extent. He grunted as his cum shot deep inside of her.

“Are you on birth control?”, he asked in a frenzy.

“No…”, she replied quiety. “Oh well, it’s too late now.”

It didn’t really matter because they loved each other. They had planned on eloping but didn’t now exactly when it would happen. But if for some reason she did get pregnant, they were not worried.

They decided it would be best to go to bed and see each other in the morning.

They next day they went for another drive. Ryan wanted a cigarette badly. He had broken the rules by sleeping with Stephanie, so he threw all his ideals out the window. Ryan and Stephanie both smoked at the park they had made out the day before. They sweetly embraced each other İstanbul Escort and kissed.

They rest of the day was spent pretty normally, seeing as Ryan’s parents were around. But they again decided to go for a drive at night.

They drove to a huge parking lot that opened up onto a field. They got in the backside. Stephanie felt wild and unzipped his pants and started giving Ryan head. She savoured the smooth cock in between her lips and ran her tongue down it’s length.

Ryan tore off her pants and in the back of the car they started to make love again. But this time it was much more rough… I guess you could call it fucking. Stephanie got on her hands and knees and Ryan pushed into her doggie style. The windows were all steamed up but they could see the lights of snowmobilers all around the field.

Stephanie begged Ryan to give it to her hard. He rammed his cock into her dripping pussy and let his balls slap against her clit. “Again!” she cried. Ryan slammed into her again and began a rhythm that had her screaming and him with his mouth gaping open.

Finally Stephanie came but Ryan kept going and a few minutes later unloaded his cock into her depths.

They were both high from the sex, the kissing, the cuddling, the love. They weren’t thinking straight.

“Come home with me.”, Stephanie said. Ryan was hesitant… he wondered about leaving his job and family behind. He knew he loved her, and he knew he wanted to be with her and that’s what gave him the strength to say yes. After all, he knew, and so did she, that they couldn’t spend a night alone ever again.

So the next day, after fabricating a story about going up to visit her town. They both boarded the bus at the terminal. Ryan and Stephanie sat arm in arm looking out the window. They arrived at her small town in the middle of the night and this became the beginning of their life together.

They both had many new firsts together. Ryan taught Stephanie how to give a world class blow job and she admitted taht he was the first she ever had finished with her mouth. And Stephanie introduced Ryan to anal sex. They experimented with sex in public places, always seeking the high. They bought toys and rented movies and 69ed. They found their freedom. They became totally comfortable around one another. They were truly in love and that christmas they had the justice of the peace marry them.

The End.

The warmth of September’s sun was bathing over the lawn and buildings of the beautiful campus. School was back in session and the campus was busier than usual with everyone moving back in. Tom was excited to be back in school. He had worked all summer as a lifeguard where he met his girlfriend. Sarah was a beautiful girl, she stood at 5’5, had long, straight, dirty blonde hair. She had medium sized breasts which looked perfect on her skinny body, and she had a cute round ass to match. Tom had met Sarah while he was life guarding. He would get bored just supervising people so to kill time he would try to flirt with the hot girls that would walk by.

Tom wasn’t a bad looking guy, but even though the girls found him cute he never really got lucky, besides small talk and unfortunately never got any numbers, until he met Sarah. Before he actually spoke to her he had seen her around multiple times with different guys. He never paid much attention to her but sometimes at a glance he would notice some of these guys would slap or grab her ass, they would pull her onto their laps, and a couple of times he saw her laying on top of guys on the lounge chairs making out with them. He could tell that she liked to get around, he would only see her with the same guy a few times then she would show up one day with a new one and engage in the same playful activities with them too. He really didn’t care, he thought she was one of the hottest girls he’s ever seen and he didn’t mind checking her out and seeing her with other guys wishing it was him in their place. His chance came when she showed up one day in the skimpiest bikini.

Everyone’s heads were turning that day. No matter whom you were, you couldn’t help but to take a second glance at what Sarah was wearing. Husbands checked her out in front of their wives; wives would take seconds looks and be either disgusted or feel jealous of the attention she was getting. Tom was also captivated by how she looked that day. At that moment he didn’t care how many guys he saw her with; he just wanted to fuck her. He got the courage to say something to her and they hit it off great. The sex with her was always great and eventually Tom had forgotten about all the guys he saw her with and asked her to be exclusive. She was hesitant at first but she agreed and Tom decided to transfer to her school so they could be together.

Tom was moving into his new apartment at his new school and was excited to see Sarah. She had to leave to go back to school early because she was taking extra credits, and Tom had to wait a month before his life guarding job was over. They would talk on the phone all the time and to compensate for the lack of sex they would have erotic talks on the phone all the time and they would both masturbate. Since Tom transferred he didn’t know anyone at Sarah’s school, so he was worried about getting put to live with a random but luckily for him Sarah said she knew someone who had an extra room in their apartment so at least he could live with someone Sarah knew. His name was John, and Sarah spoke so highly of him and seemed to really push Tom to live with him. He hadn’t met him yet but he was excited to meet Sarah’s good friend and new roommate. He and Sarah seemed really close, and the idea of taking the extra credit class was John’s idea. He was taking the class and convinced Sarah to take it, to Tom’s disappointment. He knew he was going to be with her all the time in school but he was so in love with her he didn’t want to leave her side for any amount of time.

Sarah said she would be waiting for him in his apartment with John and she insisted he call her at least 20 minutes before coming up so she could clean up. He found it odd that she would need so much time but he didn’t pay it too much mind. Their sex would always be so good. Sarah was a fox, she couldn’t get enough sex. On his days off during the summer she would prefer to stay in and fuck all day. At times he found it hard to keep up with her but she would always assure him that he was amazing at sex. Tom was driving up and he called up Sarah like she asked and put her on speaker while he was driving.

“Hey love, I’m calling you like you asked, I really can’t wait to see you. What are you up to?” Tom said excitingly.

“Hey there, I’m hanging out…mmm…with John lo-uhh-ve.” Sarah said sound flustered and occupied.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked curiously as he heard what sounded like a guy’s deep moan on the other side of the line as Sarah spoke to him.

“Yeah baby, John and I are ohhm, just working out. Were about to wrap up so I’ll see you when you mmm get here, Bye.” Sarah responded as she instantly hung up without waiting to hear what else Tom had to say.

Tom didn’t mind. It wasn’t the first time he would call and Sarah and John would be working out. Every time it happened she sounded flustered and out of breath and would hang up instantly. He just took it as Sarah being really into working out; after all in order for her to keep her sexy body she definitely needed to stay in shape.

20 Anadolu Yakası Escort minutes later Tom finally pulled up to a parking spot and grabbed his suite case and went up to his apartment. When he unlocked the door Sarah jumped up and gave him the biggest hug. He instantly got hard feeling her big boobs press against his chest, he couldn’t wait to tear her clothes off and fuck her.

“Baby I’m so happy to see you, before we do anything, this is John.” Sarah said as introduced her boyfriend to the muscular guy sitting on the couch.

“Sarah has told me so much about you, were really close so I’m glad I’m finally meeting her boyfriend.” John said in a deep tone as he gripped Toms hand for a handshake. As he shook his hand Tom noticed that the veins in his forearm were popping from how big his muscles were.

Tom couldn’t help to notice that his new roommate had quite the body. He was only wearing a tank top and his arms were noticeably big and his pecs were pretty defined through the shirt too. He took his eyes off him and turned to Sarah. She looked so hot; she was wearing tight jean shorts exposing her long toned and tan legs, a purple low cut tank top that showed her perfect creamy cleavage. He could see her black bra straps too and was so excited to see what under wear she was wearing.

“I’m so exhausted; I really want to just lie down for a while before I start unpacking.” Tom said to Sarah.

“I’m going to go off to the gym, so I’ll catch you guys later. Nice meeting you Tom, hope you two behave.” John giggled and as he walked out he gave Sarah a quick slap on the ass. Tom paid no mind, he knew the two were close and thought it was just a friendly gesture.

“Hahaha he’s so funny, you two will get along great.” Sarah said to Tom. “Let’s go lay down babe.” She said as she led him to his room.

They put the sheets on the bed and both laid down. Tom was so horny, it had been a month since he last fucked his girlfriend and he didn’t want to waste time. He got on top of her and tried to make out with her but she pushed him off to his surprise.

“Baby I’m tired from my work out, let’s wait we have all semester to have sex.” She said.

Tom was surprised because she was always so horny, he still tried to make out with her and she actually went along with it this time. They started to kiss faster and hotter and he moved his hands up her thighs towards her pussy that he missed so much. She pushed his hand away but he insisted and got his fingers into her pussy through the leg opening of her jean shorts, he noticed that she was unusually wet. He knew she would get really wet when horny but this time the wetness in her pussy was too thick and she felt a little too loose. He pulled his fingers out and looked at his fingers and noticed something strangely familiar about the substance. He had fingered her enough times to know it wasn’t just pussy juice and he had fingered her after Cumming in her enough times to know that it was definitely cum that was mixed around with her juices around his fingers. He felt his heart sink and couldn’t believe that his girlfriend had cum in her, some one else’s cum inside the girl he was so in love with. Sarah noticed the look in his eyes as he was staring at his hands, and she knew he had figured it out.

“Tom…” Sarah said, not know what else to say she was caught with another mans seed inside of her pussy and it was all over her boyfriend’s hands.

“WHAT THE FUCK SARAH….OH MY GOD!!!.” Tom finally put the pieces together in his head. Every time he called and Sarah claimed she was working out with John she was probably getting fucked by him.

“Have you and John….” Tom said but he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. He couldn’t bear the thought of his beautiful girlfriend getting railed by his muscular roommate.

“Yes, Tom, I’m so sorry, I’m so in love with you but I was just so horny without you, I still love you so much.” Sarah said to him as he got up and stormed out.

“I’m going to a hotel tonight, I need to think about what just happened, I love you but this is too much for me.” Tom said as he ran out his new apartment slamming the door.

Tom walked off and got into his car to think about what just happened. He couldn’t get the image out of his perfect girlfriend fucking John. He imagined it so vividly. He imagined someone as muscular and big as John must have a huge dick, and he pictured his girlfriend on her knees sucking him off and John grabbing her blonde hair and fucking her face. He also imagined John squeezing her huge tits with the same firm grip he shook his hand with. But the worst image was of John pounding his cock into his girlfriend and cumming deep inside of her. The more he thought about it the more he realized that it was actually getting him hard. He started to imagine his girlfriend moaning loudly, getting picked up by John and getting soaking wet. He loved seeing her wet and hearing her moan and he also pictured her riding her friend’s dick and her perfect tits bouncing Kurtköy Escort up and down. He was instantly hard as a rock and he couldn’t help but to start slowly jerking off and eventually he was masturbating so hard thinking about his girlfriend’s infidelity. He came so hard all over his hands; he couldn’t believe how good it felt jerking off imagining his girlfriend getting stretched out by some stud.

Part of him wished he could actually see it instead of imagining it. He decided he would talk to Sarah about it and ease into everything, he loved her too much to leave her but besides getting turned on he also felt slightly betrayed. He decided to drive around for a while to make sure he wanted to bring it up to Sarah that her cheating kind of turned him on so he didn’t return to his apartment for another 2 hours. When he went back to his apartment, the TV was turned on loud in the living room and he saw his girlfriend’s shorts and tank top that she was wearing earlier on the floor by the door as well as Johns workout clothes. He couldn’t believe it; she actually fucked him again after he left because she was cheating on him. No one came out so they must have not heard him come in. He suddenly heard her familiar moans coming from John’s room, he walked down the hall and saw that his door was slightly open. Here was his chance to actually see his girlfriend get fucked. He couldn’t believe how soon this chance came and as hurt as he was, he instantly got hard from the thought that he was about to witness his girlfriend getting screwed by this muscle jock. He slowly crept over to the room, and witnessed something that would change his sexual life from here on out.

From the small opening he got a perfect view of what was going on, the bed was also positioned so that he got a side view of the bed and a perfect look at his girlfriend and her friend going at it. The view was so erotic, John was completely naked sitting on the edge of the bed, and his girlfriend was on her knees in front of him bobbing her head back and forth making lewd slurping sounds. All he could see was her perfect round ass and her blonde hair moving back and forth with her head as she was giving John head.

“Oh fuck yeah, you always suck the best dick bitch.” John moaned as the perfect blonde was moving her mouth up and down his long shaft. He then grabbed the back of her head and started to push it lower down pushing his whole entire dick down her throat.

Tom’s jaw dropped as he saw his girlfriend’s head was pushed down this guy’s dick and how she wasn’t even gagging or pulling away. As far as he knew she hated giving head, he would only get it on special occasions like when he took her out to dinner or if he bought her gifts but here she was sucking this stud’s dick like a pro. He couldn’t take his eyes off his girlfriend, he wasn’t sure how big the dick in her mouth was because her head was in the way but he was sure it must have been big by how crazy she was sucking on it.

“Mmmm….slurp slurp ssslurp…mmmmm.” Was all Sarah could say, with her lips wrapped around Johns cock. She loved how aggressive he was and how he pushed her head down and made her deep throat. When she first started sucking his dick she would always gag but from sucking on it every night she got better and now she would take the whole thing down her throat with no problem. She had been with many guys but until John she had never had a dick as big as his in her mouth. She was moving her lips back and forth, moving her tongue around the tip and then taking it deep in her mouth again and then she would move her lips back up and down, feeling the whole entire thing fuck her mouth.

Tom hadn’t noticed at first but his dick was getting harder than he had ever been. He was in shock that seeing his girlfriend on her knees getting her mouth fucked would turn him on so much. He was so hard it was actually starting to hurt, so he pulled down his pants and started jerking off. He was going harder than he had earlier when he was in the car and he couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen with his girlfriend. So many thoughts raced into his head while he was watching the girl he was in love with suck off his future roommate. He wondered if he would cum in her mouth or face. He was curious if they would fuck right there, and how many times they would fuck. He wanted to know what positions they fucked in and how loud he would make her moan. He couldn’t take his eyes off and he knew he was about to cum as her worked himself even faster. He also felt that John was close too because of the way he was arching back and closing his eyes.

“Oh yeah, I’m about to cum bitch, tell me where you want it?” John groaned as he started pushing his cock deeper and faster into Sarah’s mouth.

Tom loved how this stud was degrading his girlfriend by calling her these names. It turned him on even more thinking that the love of his life was someone else’s sex bitch, and that John probably had his way with her all the time. Tom would talk dirty to her but he never had Pendik Escort the same level of dominance as this guy had on his girlfriend right now. He was so close to busting his own nut too and he was hoping for things to get better.

“Mmm, ssssslurp, ahh, cum all over my face , I need it.” Sarah said as she finally took her mouth off his dick and started jerking him off. She positioned herself lower and started jerking him off just as fast and hard as Tom was doing to himself right outside the door. She had completely forgotten about her incident with Tom earlier. When Johns dick was out that’s all she could think of. She loved how John was so tough and dominant, with Tom she would be the one in charge during sex but with John all she had to do was take the dick and she loved it. She felt John’s dick twitch and positioned her face right under his cock and that moment she felt his dick explode and streams of thick cum fall all over her face. She continued to jerk him off as she felt a thick glob cover her left eye, and she moved the dick all over her face. She knew that John’s favorite thing was cumming all over her face and she wanted to get it all over herself. She continued to feel more pump out on her nose now, then her lips and cheeks, and fore head.

“Uhhh yeah that’s right you little slut, take my load all over your pretty face, FUCK I can’t believe how hot you look with my cum all over you, open your mouth like a good whore, I still have a lot left bitch.” John then grabbed his dick as it was still pumping out his seed and put it into Sarah’s mouth and pushed it down her throat. She now felt his warm sticky sperm all over her face and now it was dripping all the way down her throat. It was so thick she felt each big drop get to her stomach and she sucked on his dick even more to get every last drop out. John pulled out of her mouth slapped his dick around her tongue making sure the last few drops got on her tongue. Sarah took his dick in her mouth again slurping it up to make sure it was clean and no cum was wasted. She then swallowed what was left in her mouth and took some off her face and rubbed it all over her tits and took some more into her mouth.

Tom was in disbelief at what he had just witnessed. His girlfriend had just taken this guy’s entire load down her throat and all over her face and by the looks of it her face was completely covered even after she took some off to rub on her tits. She had never swallowed with him let alone take it on her face. His girlfriend looked like the ultimate slut on her knees letting this muscular guy dump his seed all over her face. She had such beautiful features, he loved her perfect eyes, round lips and perfect dimples but seeing her covered in cum from chin to forehead was the prettiest he had ever seen her. The sight was too much to handle and he was so lost in how hard he was cumming he accidentally let out a load groan. Sarah and John both heard it and John quickly went to the door before Tom could move or pull his pants up and as John opened the door he was embarrassed at the position he was caught in.

The whole room was silent for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. There was Tom standing at the door with his pants down, his dick soft now, and cum all over his hands. Sarah was on her knees completely naked with her hair all messed up, face and tits covered in Johns cum, who stood there naked, with his dick still hard as a rock. None of them could believe what was happening.

“TOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!”Sarah exclaimed as she quickly stood up and tried covering her tits, and crossing her legs. She was embarrassed that her boyfriend was catching her in such an indecent position. She was dripping cum from her chin to the floor and her tits were shining from all of John’s spunk. John remained silent, he knew he shouldn’t get involved between the two of them and just stood back. Tom was the most embarrassed out of all of them and he couldn’t say anything, he had no idea what to say and even if he did he was in such a shock he wouldn’t be able to say it anyways.

“OH MY GOD WERE YOU WATCHING US…..AND JERKING OFF?” Sarah yelled surprised as she noticed that Tom’s pants were down and that his hand was still on his semi-erect penis with cum all over it. She couldn’t believe that her boyfriend was actually standing in the door way looking like he had enjoyed the previous scene. She didn’t know how to feel about it and just stood there in shock waiting for an answer.

“Yes…” Tom finally said something and he realized there was no turning back, he could both run off and never see Sarah again or he could tell her how he felt, and what he fantasized about earlier in his car. “I’m sorry for spying but Sarah, I couldn’t help it, and you just looked so beautiful, on your knees completely naked, taking Johns cum all over your face. I thought about it earlier when I left and I realized that this whole situation is extremely hot, I’ve never been as hard as I was when I was watching you a few moments ago. I really love you, and I’ve never been more turned on by you then I am now seeing you covered in his cum.” Tom knew that he had no choice but to admit to his new fantasy, he wasn’t sure how she would react but he was hoping that she wouldn’t be disgusted and throw him out.

1:

The plane landed about the same time the sun set behind the horizon. Looking out my little window, I could see the skyline looming off in the distance. I knew you wouldn’t be waiting for me in the terminal. Although I did mention what hotel I was staying at. I actually saw the Marriott from my window while on approach.

All I could think about was really two things. One…you and the second…dinner. I was going to get out of this terminal and get my rental car as quickly as I could. I needed to get checked in and shower before I met you in the lobby bar. We had pre-arranged our meeting throughout the earlier months…first starting as a joke but soon moving up into something dangerous.

It wasn’t really hard to come to the decision to meet. I had gazed into your eyes many days and nights. I had wanted you more than I ever should have. The chance that I could soon be running my hands through your hair for real was just way too powerful. I had to come.

I had jokingly mentioned that I’d try and be on my best behavior but the thing I wanted to do most was to gently hold the back of your head and pull your lips to mine. I wanted to run my hands up and down your back…your shoulders… I wanted to feel you. Feel you for real.

Every time I looked in your eyes, I wanted you more and more. I wanted you with all my body.

I got the car and map and made my way out of the airport. Driving to the hotel was not too difficult. The AVIS clerk had done a great job with directions. I pulled into the Valet lot and took a deep breath. This was supposed to be easy. You had been the object of my desire for a while now. But here I sat like on my first high school date. Almost too scared to get out of the car.

The sudden appearance of the valet jogged my mind back into reality. I handed him my keys…told him my name and said I was checking in. He filled out the ticket and handed it to me as I was heading for the double doors to the lobby.

I was almost shaking with anticipation as I headed for the check-in desk. After receiving the room keys and signing my life away on a credit card receipt, I was about to turn towards the elevator when the front desk clerk said I also had a message. My heart first skipped, thinking the worst…you had called this off. Before I could catch my next breath, the clerk continued, telling me that I had a visitor waiting in the lobby bar.

I mumbled thanks as I headed off towards the lobby bar. I knew I’d recognize you in an instant. It’s hard to miss your set of eyes in any crowd. They were burned into the back of my brain by now…

When I entered, I saw about four people. A couple near the bar, a business man with a laptop and a lady with her back towards the door. I knew it was you. You were intent on stirring what ever you were drinking with the red bar straw. I slowly made my way over to you. I could begin to smell you when I was about 3 feet away. I don’t know what perfume you were wearing but it now was my favorite.

I didn’t know if I should just introduce myself, kiss you, shake your hand…whatever. My mind started going blank as I drew within the final feet from you. My hand for what ever reason decided it was going to seek diplomacy on it’s own. I reached out and touched your left shoulder, calling out your name gently……

2:

I’ll remember it forever. The moment you turned your head and looked at me for the first time. Your eyes were even more beautiful in real life. You immediately returned my smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off of yours. I really don’t even remember what I said next but I know it was lame…like a nice to meet you. My mind was completely blank as I took you in. I remember your smile turning into a wider smile…almost a giggle. You probably thought it was lame too…

After dreaming about meeting you for so long…and all I can come up with is a “nice to meet you”. I almost started to giggle at myself for being so brain dead. “Nice to meet you”…hell…. God I’ve wanted you for so long and all I can muster is a “nice to meet you”…

My hand still rested on your shoulder as you stood up and faced me. I instinctively drew closer to you. The hug came naturally. I don’t remember if it was you drawing into me or me into you. But I remember reaching around you, pulling you closer into me. I remember me lowering my head, my face close to your neck…and then you say “nice to meet you too”… I almost burst out laughing.

Hugs never last long enough. The ones that do tend not to be suitable for public places. I guess our first hug was average length. Honestly, I don’t remember how long we held each other. As I held you in my arms, I was unaware of all time and space. I just remember the smell of your neck and hair. I remember the heat from your head and neck warming up my face. Just knowing how close you were to me was pure arousal. And then “nice to meet you too”…. That must have been the ending of the hug now as I think about it.

I do remember almost being happy the hug ended. I knew that the longer you held me, the more you would be able to tell just how Maltepe Escort much I loved it. The instant I laid my hand on your shoulder I started to grow. The hug only expedited the process. If we held each other too long, I was sure you would begin to feel me as well. I didn’t want that to happen. It’s not that I didn’t want you…God knows I did…I was just embarrassed to let you know just how bad I wanted you. Not yet…Not in here…

I sat down on the empty stool next to you and turned a bit, trying to hide my arousal. I reached out and took your hand off the bar and held it in mine. My mind was slowly coming back to reality. I thanked you for meeting me and remember you slightly blushing. You told me that you were about to head to the airport first because you couldn’t wait to see me. It was my turn to blush.

Small talk is good. It was a very welcome relief at that bar. We talked about everything and nothing. The whole while I looked at you. Looked at your hair, your eyes, your nose, your smile…lips… I listened to your voice. I answered your questions and inserted comments. I asked questions. Small talk. The funny thing is I don’t remember a thing about what we talked about. Well…that’s not true. I remember the important tidbits about you, remember we talked about the flight a bit, and remember I couldn’t stop looking at you.

After my second rum and coke, I remember asking if I could have about 20 minutes to go clean up a bit after the flight. I promised you that I wouldn’t take a second more. Half smile, half giggle. I took that as a good sign. I didn’t ask…and truthfully, I didn’t think about it. I just did it. I leaned over and kissed you. My lips met yours. I kissed you and then pulled slowly away. OK…15 minutes and no more. You said you would reserve a table at the restaurant. This time your face was more of a half blush, half giggle. I looked into your eyes, wanting you so badly. Be right back…I promise…

3:

The elevator ride to the third floor was quick. I remember it took about 2 minutes to find my room and get the door open with the keycard. The only thing I hate about keycards is they never put your room number on them. One of these days I always figured I was going to forget my room and find myself opening the wrong door. With my luck it would open…

The room was pretty industry standard. There were two queen-sized beds. The mini bar fridge was under the TV. The room had a balcony that overlooked the pool courtyard. There was a table near the sliding door to the balcony. On top of the table was the room service menu as well as a couple of plastic wrapped glasses. There was a large stuffed lounge chair, complete with footstool, located on the other side of the sliding glass door opposite of the table.

I sat my carry-on bag on the bed and unzipped the side. I pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and unfolded a clean shirt. I pulled out my shower bag and headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom was rather nice. There was a two-sink vanity that contained everything from body gels to a coffee maker. I walked over to the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain open. After turning the water on and cranking it to full on hot, I stood back up and stared at the white tiled wall. I could still smell you. God I wanted to kiss you again right then.

I looked at my watch and figured I had about 10 minutes left before I said I would be back. I wanted to be back then. I wanted you here.

I pulled off my tee shirt and semi-folded it before throwing it back onto the floor. I stepped out of my tennis shoes. Reaching down, I pulled off my socks.

I turned back to the tub and turned the water down to a more reasonable warm setting. I popped the plunger and started the water cascading down out of the shower.

I reached down and unbuttoned my Levies before letting them drop to the floor. There I stood…completely naked with you very much so on my mind. I would dare to say that you still had me very much aroused.

I stepped into the shower. The water felt good hitting my back and head. Almost as good as your skin felt earlier. Almost as good as your lips tasted. I closed my eyes and could see every line on your face. God I wanted you here right now.

I opened up the small hotel soap and threw the wrapper into the trashcan. As I rubbed the bar across my chest, I closed my eyes and tried to dream it was you washing me. As the bar moved lower down my belly, nearing my groin, my cock actually spasmed. God this was not going to work… I opened my eyes to try and clear you from my mind. I knew if I didn’t, I’d cum right there in the shower with a picture of your face on my mind. Baseball…think of baseball. I chuckled to myself. Hell…I didn’t know the first thing about baseball. Football maybe…

I did manage to make it through the shower without succumbing to the urge that started the moment I saw you. During the drying off process, my hard-on finally started to diminish. By the time I was pulling on a clean pair of jeans, most of the evidence of the effect you have on me was almost back Anadolu Yakası Escort to normal…I actually considered putting on underwear. I figured if I got hard again, at least it wouldn’t be so friggin evident. Talk about being back in high school again…all those uncontrollable hormones. What can I say…you do bring out the best in me.

I looked at my watch again and realized I had about 3 minutes left to tie my shoes and get downstairs. It took 2 minutes…

As the elevator doors opened in the lobby, you were standing about five feet away, facing me….

4:

I moved towards you as soon as the doors were wide enough to let me pass. Your arms began to raise up as I approached you. I saw the beginning of your hug and walked all they way into your arms. My arms went around your back pulling me closer to you. I remember looking into your eyes before I decided to kiss you again. I gently tilted my head and my mouth met yours once again. This time, I left it there. My hands slowly rose up your back before settling on both sides of your pretty face. I don’t remember exactly when I realized that my tongue was tracing around your lips. I do remember feeling your tongue searching out mine…man that felt good.

I ran my fingers through your hair once more before I finally pulled my mouth away. I backed my face away a bit so I’d see you in focus. I wanted to look at your face again. We still held each other close. That felt wonderful. I wanted you right there. Damn the hotel guests…we can charge them to watch…God you felt so warm. I leaned in once more and gave you a quicker kiss. I remember as I moved my lips closer to your ear, my stomach let out one hell of a gurgle. You chuckled. I whispered that I guess it was time to eat evidently. You chuckled again. I kissed you gently behind your ear before I finally let go of you.

I don’t know if you noticed but I couldn’t stop checking you out. Even during the short walk to the hotel restaurant, I must have looked at your legs, your butt, and every other inch of you a hundred times. Man you looked good. What made it great was that it was your hand in my hand as we walked to the restaurant. I was yours… you were mine.

The hostess must have sensed we could use about the most private table they had. I’ve always loved the circular booths. We could sit so close together that my leg would be rubbing your leg all night. Man I loved the thought of that. I couldn’t be close enough to you.

Once we were seated, I slid…you slid…and somehow we ended up exactly where I hoped. I reached my hand out and placed it on your thigh. I had to do this. I slowly felt down until my hand was on your kneecap. I left it there. I turned and looked at you and thanked you for doing this. There was almost a blush. Then your hand reached down and found my thigh. And slid down to my kneecap. Then you thanked me as well. I remember thinking that I would not have missed this for the world. The chance to finally feel you…to touch you…to kiss you…to please you. I wanted to be there. I had to be there.

I reached over the tabletop and grabbed your napkin and placed it in your lap. Then I took my napkin and placed it mine. My napkin was there not to catch the oncoming food, but to cover what was growing once again under my jeans. Man…I should have worn underwear.

I remember I must have kissed you another 5 times before we ever got our appetizers. I don’t really remember if it was slow service or if I was just lost in you. Not that I really cared if it was slow service. It gave me more time to look at you.

The whole time during the meal, I felt your leg next to mine. Occasionally while reaching for my napkin, my hand would graze your thigh by “accident”. God I could feel the electricity with every touch. Although I might have looked focused on my prime rib, my mind was already spreading your thighs. You’ve done this to me for a while…you have this ability to overwhelm my mind with pure lustful thoughts. It can happen pretty much anywhere. All it really takes is to remember your smile and the whole process starts.

I didn’t know if you noticed that my “accidental” touches and brushes started to seem to happen more frequently and lingered longer…

God I wanted nothing more than to lay you back right there and explore every inch of your body with my hands…my tongue…

When the waiter finally left after delivering the dessert, I turned once more to you and kissed you long and hard. I felt your hand sliding up from my knee. I felt it slide up my thigh. I felt it brush down the length of my almost hard cock, starting first near the head and then sliding down toward the base…then your hand was gone. I remember you whispered into my ear…oops…sorry. Must have been an accident. Damn. I wondered if you knew I was doing that the whole time. I let out a chuckle. You just smiled and replaced your hand…sliding it under my napkin. I could feel you gently run your finger around my jeans…tracing my cock. Then I felt your hand gently squeeze me. You then leaned towards my ear and İstanbul Escort whispered…finish the cheesecake…and with that, your hand was gone again.

You really don’t know how hard I got right after that. That little tease had pushed me from a twitch to a throb.

I turned to you and moved my hand near your waistline. I slid my hand up your side, just eversoslightly brushing the side of your breast before stopping just above. I’ll have the waiter box it up and take it with us. With that, I leaned in and kissed you again…. I stopped once in order to tell the waiter to get a box…and I stopped again when he returned. Smart guy…brought the check too. I guess we really did look like we were in a hurry to get into one another…

Sliding out of the booth and standing up proved a bit difficult. I placed my hand in my jeans pocket as if to reach for money…but I really was trying to get myself back into a position to walk. You had me so hard just moments ago. Then I reached in my other pocket and grabbed the money and left the tip. You were standing next to me by the time I turned back from the table. My Room?… God…I actually asked it. Please say yes. I felt your hand running down the small of my back and then across a butt cheek…and then I heard your yes…. 5:

The walk back to the elevators seemed to take forever. My arm was around your shoulder, holding you close to me. I was relieved when you pushed the up button before I could reach out for it. The elevator was already located in the lobby and the door instantly opened once the button was pushed. You turned into me and guided me into the elevator. I felt my back hit up against the back wall of the elevator as you leaned into me and kissed me. The doors closed. We continued to kiss. The elevator didn’t move….

I broke off the kiss long enough to mumble “three”. You turned slightly and pushed 3.

We kissed the entire time the elevator took to get to the third floor…at the time, I would have loved to be on the 33 floor…

Our tongues played with one another. My tongue wrapping yours. Our lips together. My hands had fallen from your shoulders and had slid all the way down your back. Both hands had just started to slide down over the roundness of your ass when the doors opened. I cupped a cheek in both hands and pulled you into me, kissing harder. I knew that you could feel me up against your belly. I was as stiff as I’ve ever been. I felt it pressing between my belly and your belly. I wanted you to feel it too. You do this to me. And God I am so glad you do.

My hands released their grip of your cheeks as I pushed both of our bodies towards the opened door. My kiss subsided and finally broke as we exited the elevator. I turned towards my room with you in my arm. My free hand fished out the credit card key from my back pocket. I felt your hand slide down by back and stop on my ass cheek. It stayed there until we got to the door…

6:

I double-checked the room number…finding the wrong door this time could be really bad. I inserted the card into the door and opened it. I stepped in and held the door for you. There was no hesitation. You walked in.

I removed the “do not disturb” placard and popped it onto the outside doorknob. I gently closed the door and locked it. I turned back to you. God I’ve wanted you for so long and now here you were. I moved towards you…moving in very close. My hands slid around the small of your back, down to your butt. I pulled you into me once more and kissed you. One hand stayed down on your bottom while my other hand slid up your back, along the neck, to the back of your head. I pulled my lips from yours and told you that I wanted you. You slid your hand off my shoulder, down my chest, over my abdomen, down to my groin. Then you cupped me. You chuckled and replied that you could tell. My turn to chuckle.

Your hand stayed on my hard cock…I could feel you gently rubbing it as you moved your lips back to mine. One hand of mine was running through your hair while the other hand was exploring the shape of your ass. God it felt good. I moved my lower hand up a bit and found the bottom of your sweater. I slid my hand under. The warmth of the skin of your back felt good. My palm stretched out so I could feel more of you. I slid my hand around, feeling your skin. I could feel your bra strap, your shoulder blades, your shoulder…my hand slid around to the side of your breast. I could feel the softness behind the fabric of your bra. I gently cupped your mound and slid my fingers around…my middle finger brushed against your very hard nipple. I had to have that in my mouth very soon.

I could still feel you rubbing my cock through my jeans. Felt you stroking me through all the fabric.

The last kiss had subsided into more of a mutual neck exploration. I was kissing yours, and you were kissing mine. My tongue had found a nice spot right by your ear. I could tell you were enjoying it was well. You stopped kissing my neck and allowed me to focus in on you. My tongue traced little circles followed by a flurry of gentle kisses. Both of my hand reached down to the base of your sweater and gently started to roll and pull it up. You let go of me and raised your hands to help me. The sweater rolled past your still covered breasts…but I still looked. God they were nice. The sweater came off rather easily.

I had never been to a massage parlor before, but a recent game of basketball had left me pretty sore, so I figured I could use a little help in relieving the pain from a professional. On the recommendation of a friend I went to a little joint called Liquid Hands Massage. I was greeted by an attractive middle-aged brunette lady who told me it would be $60 for an hour massage, and that I could wait for my masseuse in room number three.

Upon entering the room, I took a seat on the massage table, without bothering to undress. Five minutes later the masseuse walked in. I couldn’t believe my good luck. Surely this was the most divine looking masseuse in the whole establishment. Her names was Michelle, and her body was to die for. Her breasts look to be about a c-cup, her hips could best be described as child bearing, and her ass was just asking to be penetrated. But for as gorgeous as her body was, her face was even better. Her long brunette hair fell half way down her back, she had flawless skin, a perfect smile, and sexy green eyes that were looking up and down my still clothed body. After we’d exchanged pleasantries she got right down to business. Tugging on my shirt she said, “Well it’s going to be tough giving you a massage with all those clothes on. Do you want to take them off for me?”

I was more than eager to acquiesce. I’d been spending a lot of time at the beach swimming, and I wanted to show this girl my swimmer’s body and dark brown tan. I stripped down until I had nothing left on but my boxer-briefs which did little to hide my growing bulge. This being my first time, I wasn’t sure if I should leave them on or not, but then Michelle gave me a little encouragement. “You should probably take those off as well. You’ll get more of a complete massage that way.”

My cock instantly began rising when I heard this. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I interpreted that to mean that I might get a happy ending, something I was hoping for when I had chosen this particular parlor. With my cock now semi-erect, I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. I caught Michelle taking a quick glance at my large dangle, but didn’t say anything. For her part, Michelle slipped casually out of her robe to reveal a blue lace bra, and a black g-string she was wearing underneath. It took full concentration to keep my cock from flying at full mast when I got my first glance of that tiny black string running down Michelle’s butt crack. She asked me if I would prefer to wear a towel, or just lie down naked, and being comfortable with my body I chose the ladder, and lay facing down nude on the massage table.

She began by working my shoulders, deeply lathering massage oil on my back, and repeatedly asking me how her fingers made me feel. She continued down my back and continued saying sweet nothings, at one point even saying, “Umm, it feels so good to run my fingers down your muscular back.”

“Trust me, it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as actually getting this massage,” I replied.

“I’m glad to hear that. I hope by the time we’re down today your body will feel completely satisfied.”

Her sexy dialogue was turning me on, but I became even more aroused when she walked in front of the table, leaving her hot ass a mere inches from my face. In this position she bent down to get some different type of lotion out of a bottom cupboard. The fabric of her g-string was so thin that when she bent down I could see the very edges of her pussy lips. The temptation to touch the smooth, light brown skin on her ass was killing me, so without really thinking it over, I gently ran my fingers over her right butt cheek. She immediately moved my hand a way, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Remember I’m the only one that’s allowed to do any touching.”

And with that she grabbed her g-string and readjusted it, just to tease Kartal Escort me. By now I was sufficiently turned on, and she made matters even better by straddling me for the next part of the back massage. She continued to work down lower and lower until she worked out all the knots. When she was done with my back, she climbed off the table and began massaging my buttocks. She was kneading my ass like it was bread, and it felt amazing. While she continued to massage my ass with her left hand, she took her right hand and began to trace a line under my thigh, until her hand was on my penis. She began playing with the head, drawing circles around the place where the tip meets the shaft. She then started actually stroking my tip, but instead of cupping my penis in her hand, she did it by reaching her fingers down vertically like one of those claws for picking up stuffed animals. She did this for no more than ten seconds, massaged my ass for another couple of minutes, and then asked me to flip over.

It was quite a turn on knowing this gorgeous masseuse was would be looking at my meat, right after she’d just jerked it around. Also, lying on my back I got a much better view of Michelle, a view which would improve almost immediately. Before she began to massage me again, she asked, “You wouldn’t mind if I took my bra off, would you?”

“I can’t complain,” I said, as she unhooked it from the back, and let her ample tits fall out.

With her wondrous breasts now on full display, I was unable to keep myself composed, and my wood rose to full glory. I got kind of embarrassed, saying, “I’m sorry about that. I can’t really help it.”

She giggled. “Believe me, I’m used to it by now. Besides, I enjoy seeing all kinds of different penises.”

Feeling pretty confident I asked, “Have you ever seen one as big as this?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, honey. You have a nice dick, but I’ve seen bigger.”

I was thinking about asking her to stroke it some more, but I figured I would just let this happen naturally. She resumed the massage by pouring oil all over my front side. She began by rubbing it in my shoulders, and working down my abdomen until her hand got to my penis. Earlier she’d intentionally splashed some oil on my dick, and now she took the time to lather it on my cock. With one hand caressing my balls, and the other stroking my joystick, Michelle focused on my package for a good ten seconds before moving down to my thighs.

This was all the action I would get for a while as she made sure to work the kinks out of my arms before moving down to my feet. From my feet she worked her way up to my cock, which was standing at full attention. With just the very tips of her fingers, she began to pleasure the head of my penis. “Stroke it for me, babe,” I moaned.

She played with the tip for a few more seconds, running her fingers over it in a playful manner. “Does it feel good, baby?” she asked.

“It feels good, babe. Oh yeah, that feels so good,” I said as she began to stroke my shaft. “Put it in your mouth.”

She ignored my request, instead deciding to run both her hands all over my balls. While she did this, she started to kiss and bite my neck. She planted kisses down the nape of my neck until she reached my chest, planting kisses there as well as she made her way towards my nipple. As she bit and played with my nipple she stroked my cock from the base all the way to the throbbing head. The first drops of pre-cum emerged on the tip of my cock. With one finger Michelle wiped the cum off my cock, and placed it in her mouth. “You taste good,” she mentioned before turned her attention to planting kisses on my stomach.

Her mouth was getting closer to my rock hard cock, which was throbbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but moan as she started kissing my pubes, knowing that within Tuzla Escort seconds she would be hugging my penis with the warm insides of her sensuous lips. But instead of giving me a mouth hug, she started kissing my thighs. I had never been teased like this before, and for a minute I thought she might be able to make me cum just by tickling my shaft and balls with her magic fingers.

Just when I was really starting to lose hope that I was going to get my dick sucked, Michele placed her lips on my ball sack and smothered it with wet kisses, as she milked my cock with her hands. Once my balls were completely covered in Michelle’s saliva, she planted a kiss on the bottom of my dick. “Lick that dick, you sexy slut,” I muttered while she kissed every last inch of my thick shaft.

“Do you like when I massage you with my mouth?” she asked right before swallowing the spongy tip of my penis. She gently caressed and licked my mushroom as I ran my fingers through her silky, brown hair. I had never had my cock sucked so lovingly before, and it was causing my body to twitch like I was having a seizure. And that was before she’d gone all the way down on me. The first time she bobbed down on my dick she went about halfway down. The next time she made it to the three quarter mark. I felt like some kind of king with my penis being massaged by Michelle’s slutty little mouth. Then she deep throated my entire sausage. She held it in as long as she could, all the while locking eyes with mine, and batting her eyelashes while her tongue danced around on my lucky cock. She spent the next five minutes making tender love to my dick with her mouth. At times she licked my cock like she was eating ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Other times she sucked on it slowly. Letting every inch of it feel the wonders of her massaging lips, She even kissed it some more, while praising its girth and hardness. “I love how hard I get you,” she said.

“I can’t wait to cum in your mouth,” I said, praying it would be a reality.

What happened next really caught me off-guard. Michelle stopped swallowing my log, stripped out of her slutty g-string, and climbed on top of me. She sat with her plump ass right on top of my hose, but she didn’t place me inside herself immediately. Instead she gyrated back and forth on my heavily oiled cock, blissfully rubbing my shaft with her sweet pussy lips. Her moaning became so loud that I’m sure that everyone in the adjacent rooms could hear her. Evidently she was getting as turned on by the massage as I was. While she continued to work my engorged member with her ass, Michelle bent over and began nibbling my ear before whispering, “I want to have you inside me. Do you want to enter me?”

I was to paralyzed with pleasure that all I could do was nod, so she delicately grabbed my horn and guided it in to her air tight pussy. At first she was a bit overtaken by my girth, and let out a loud shriek. To get used to my thickness she slowly rode up and down my pole twice, before stopping to bend over and start licking my ears. I could have died a happy man right then and there with my cock deeply penetrating Michelle’s warm pussy. We fit together so tightly that it seemed like we would be locked intimately in that manner for eternity. I slowly began to thrust my thickness into her slot, giving her a true deep tissue massage, until Michelle put her hand on my chest and said, “Let me do the work, honey.”

And that she did, as she bounced up and down on my pole, while also opting to reach behind her ass and tenderly play with my balls at the same time. This went on for all of half a minute before Michelle abruptly climbed off me. She stroked my cock two or three times, then said these dreadful words: “Your time is up babe.”

“What do you mean?” I responded. “I’ll pay for extra five minutes, or half hour, Anadolu Yakası Escort or whatever it takes. I’m not gonna last much longer, to be honest.”

“I’m sorry honey, but I already have another client coming in.”

“Come on, please? Just finish me off with your hand, I won’t take long.”

She placed her hand on my still erect penis. “You’re more than welcome to make an appointment for next week. Beside, the next guy has an even bigger cock than yours. But if you really need to finish, you can stick around for a minute and pleasure yourself. I need to fill out some papers before this next client comes in. I’ll do it naked. You can watch me.”

It hardly seemed worth arguing anymore, so I reluctantly pulled my little guy while Michelle bent over a counter and did her paperwork. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had her voluptuous ass pointed right in my direction, and she suggestively swung it from side to side, all the while pretending she was doing it absent-mindedly. I couldn’t bare the thought of finishing in my hand, instead of inside that hot piece of ass, especially considering just moments before she had been intimately riding me. I let my passion get the best of me, and I hopped off the massage table, and made my way towards Michelle. It took her a second to notice me approaching, and the second she did, I grabbed her ass from both sides, and pressed my hard rod up against her. “Oh my…you know you can’t do…” she whispered before I could place my right hand over her mouth.

“I’ll take it from here you hot fucking cocktease,” I said while I rubbed the head of my cock in circles over her enlarged clit. “That’s it baby, your getting real wet now.”

To my surprise she started sucking my index finger, which was still covering her mouth. I half feared she was going to bite it off, but oddly this made it even more of a turn-on. Taking this as a sign, I slid my cock down between her labia like a credit card, and pressed it up against her opening. I had gotten about half of the head of my penis inside before Michelle grabbed it, and removed it from her delicious box. However, instead of letting go of it, she rubbed the head against the smooth, silky flesh of her buttocks, which was now glistening with just a hint of sweat. She did this for a number of seconds, before placing my mushroom tip right back up against her slit. She carefully guided it inside her sweetness, before I took over.

For the first couple of thrusts I took things slowly, grabbing large handfuls of flesh and literally throwing Michelle down on my cock, making sure every last inch of my endowment got inside her love tunnel. This quickly gave way to violent thrusting, as I knew I didn’t have much time to get things done before the next client would be there. At this point Michelle was no longer trying to hide the fact that her slutty ass was riding my dick, and she was moaning freely and loudly. And yet, this sound was drowned out by the loud clapping of flesh slapping up against flesh, interchanged with the sound of my hand firmly slapping Michelle’s ass. I pumped faster and faster, drilling her like a jackhammer. The moment I felt the cum rising in my balls I blurted out, “I’m cumming!” while trying to dislodge my penis so I could cover Michelle’s ass with my seed.

But, Michelle had opposite plans. The moment she heard the news, she reached behind, grabbed my ass, and forcibly thrust me deep inside. She held me like this while I deposited load after load into her savory pussy. I didn’t remove my dick until every last drop in my balls had been emptied, and as soon as I did, Michelle turned over her shoulder, gave a suggestive smile, and wiggled her ass for a few seconds. The massage had been too good to be true, and this was the cherry on top. I grabbed my clothes without bothering to put them on, and fished a twenty out of my pants pocket. While Michelle was back at work filling out papers, I walked up right behind her, stuck the twenty in her ass crack and spanked her as hard as I could. “Thanks for the massage babe,” I said walking out the door completely naked with a semi-erect cock.

Whoa!!! I saw her perfect ass in line before me. Waiting to buy her ticket to ride the tram that runs to the top of Victoria Peak from Hong Kong City. Ummmmm Ummmm. Mouth watering ass if I’ve ever seen one.

She looked back and I caught her eye. Smiling, she waved and moved off to the tram loading dock. I purchased my ticket and eased alongside her. I opened the conversation by introducing myself. I had just arrived in Hong Kong a few hours earlier and wanted to visit some old haunts of mine – places I had gone to while in the Navy. One of them being Victoria Peak with the British Navy Seamen’s Club overlooking the city. I had heard that it was open to the general public and I wanted to have dinner there.

Katrina is a Russian fashion model from a small town in Siberia and had been raised in Moscow. She was on holiday and, after visiting the island of Rhodes in the Mediterranean, had flown into Hong Kong a couple of days ago.

I invited her to join me at dinner and she accepted. We entered the tram, as we bought our tickets – she ahead of me. We entered the last car, letting the other people go ahead of us. I stood at the very rear of the car (by design, I must say) and she just above and in front of me. The tram travels up the mountain in a near 45-degree angle so that she would be above me all the way up.

As the tram started to move, slowly at first, picking up speed – I placed a hand on her fine ass cheek – squeezing it, pinching it and Bostancı Escort rubbing my hand all around it. She glanced back but didn’t say anything – she pushed her butt into my hand a little harder. I could see her white lacy thong riding in the crack of her ass. It was getting moist.

Leaning forward, I moved her thong to the side and licked at her essence. Moist juices running out of her hot slit. Her labia were red and swollen already. The more I licked – the more she juiced up. God!!! She was hot!!!

She moaned – not loud enough for anyone else to hear – but she moaned just the same. Telling me that she liked what I was doing. I continued by inserting a finger into her, probing for her special little spot – that spot that makes one cum with fierceness that belies her demeanor. Massaging that spot, I removed my finger and licked at her pussy – flicking my rigid tongue against her hard clit – inflaming her desire – making her want more.

Fingering her pussy, licking her clit – I was in heaven. Her juices were pure ambrosia. So juicy and so sweet – lovely pretty pussy.

Her internal muscles began to clamp down on my finger – warning me of her impending orgasm. I placed another alongside of my index finger and pressed in – embedding both fingers up to the second knuckle. She was twisting and squirming on my fingers – trying to force more of my fingers inside of her. I continued licking her. Katrina was lovely – simply Ümraniye Escort lovely and I believe I’m falling in love with her.

We departed the tram and went into the Seaman’s Club. The hostess escorted us to a quiet booth in the back of the restaurant area. I ordered drinks while Katrina repaired to the ladies “Loo”, as the Brits call the ladies room, to clean up. I could see my cum glistening on the backs of her legs as she walked away.

Among the small talk, as we sipped our drinks, I learned that she would only be in town for another night. Her flight was to leave at noon tomorrow. We agreed on steaks with a salad on the side and I ordered.

Finished with our meal – we returned to Hong Kong City by way of taxi and things heated up as the driver navigated the curving winding road down the mountain – finally reaching my hotel.

We entered the elevator and immediately fell into each other’s arms. I couldn’t help but feel her small hard breasts pressed into my chest.

We ordered a bottle of white wine and a plate of cheese from room service.

Placing the tray on the side of the hot tub, we slowly and sensuously undressed each other and slipped into the hot tub. Settling down near one of the jets, I pulled her onto my lap – facing the same direction I was. As she wriggled her tight butt against my cock, it began to harden.

She raised up and, positioning my huge mushroom cap at her opening, slowly and sensuously Kartal Escort lowering herself until I was fully embedded in her velvet sheath. As we sipped our wine, she began slowly rocking back and forth as her floor muscles squeezed my cock. I could feel my cum building up as my ball sack began to swell and tighten.

Just as she reached down to squeeze my balls, I began to cum. Every squeeze of her pussy muscles caused a fresh spurt of cum until my ball sac was drained.

With the hot water in the tub and the exertion of cumming, my whole body was limp. Katrina was just getting started. Raising off me, she turned to face me and sat on the opposite wall of the hot tub. Her labia was red and swollen – our juices running out of her as she dipped a finger into her pussy and scooped out more – letting the juices run into her hand until she lifted it to her mouth and sensuously licked her palm – taking all of it into her mouth – and swallowing greedily.

Grinning at me, she began to massage her clit – slowly at first – then faster until her finger was a blur working on that hard little nubbin. Katrina’s head was thrown back – lips baring her teeth in a grimace until she began to shake – cumming with a fierce intensity – moaning and groaning. Finally, exhausted, she sank back into the hot tub.

Finishing our wine, we got out of the hot tub and dried each other off – taking little love bites as we went until we finished. Climbing into the bed – we cuddled in post coital bliss until we dropped off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning – she was gone. Dressed and gone – early in the morning to where? I didn’t even know her last name – how would I ever contact her? Maybe a trip to Russia is in order.

She had long ago promised to pose for me when she visited. I had known just what the scene would be from the start. She would play the part of a schoolgirl who masturbates thinking of her teacher. The idea had come from a conversation we’d had over ICQ in which she had said I was her teacher and she was the naughty student. I just knew then…

And here she was, my Ellia, laid out before me in a hotel room in a plaid pleated skirt, knees high white socks, black patent leather shoes, a white blouse and her hair in pigtails. She was on her stomach on the bed, reading a Human Sexuality Textbook, legs slightly spread, bent at the knees so her feet hung lightly in the air. The view from behind just hinted at her magnificent ass. My camera clicked away as she giggled and squirmed on the bed. At my encouragement, Ellia reached under herself and started gently rubbing a finger up and down her precious slit. I reached forward and flipped her skirt up over her ass to get a better shot. Panties and a bra were not a part of this shoot.

I had enough preliminary shots now, so I encouraged her to stop reading the book, but to leave it on the bed with her. She sat up facing me and unfastened the first few buttons of her blouse. She reached her hand in to stroke her nipples before unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. She didn’t remove it, just left it hanging on her shoulders and it just intensified her sexiness. She pulled the sides of the shirt apart, exposing her breasts for the first time in the shoot. I had seen them when she changed into the schoolgirl outfit, but seeing them now, in this sexy tease of hers made me want to come in my pants. I simply clicked away and told her what a great job she was doing. She just kind of grunted in reply. She was starting to enjoy this as much as me. She fell back on the bed onto her back, now more forcefully handling her breasts, rubbing on her erect nipples, letting out a moan every few minutes.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and she reached a hand down and lifted her skirt. My god, it was the most beautiful, pure and sexy sight I’d ever seen. Here she was, a girl I’d lusted after for years from half-a-world away, spread out before me masturbating like there was no tomorrow, a beautiful virgin playing perfectly between the Madonna and the Whore. I told her to remove the shirt and skirt, which she did quickly before returning to the task at hand. She was coming in seconds after that. I just can’t describe the wonder of the sight. A girl I loved and lusted for playing a part in my own schoolgirl fantasy and enjoying as much as me. Her Bayan Eskort left hand grasped at her breasts as her right circled her clit rapidly. I continued to take pictures with one hand while almost unconsciously stroking myself through my jeans with the other. Finally she exploded with a huge climax and then collapsed, almost lifeless except for the heavy breathing.

After a few more shots of her gorgeous body I set the camera aside and sat next to her on the bed.

“Ellia,” I said, stroking her cheek gently, “that was incredible.”

“Mmmm,” she responded and she reached up and took my hand, hers still moist and fragrant. Her eyes opened and she sat up again. “Yes, it certainly was.”

Later as we sat in the hotel restaurant I kept looking at her dress and seeing only what was beneath it. I flashed a smile at her and said “I sure wish I was your teacher if that’s the effect he has on you.” She blushed and winked at me, whispering “I bet you do.” We finished our meal and went back upstairs to get some sleep.

I woke the night to a light tapping on my door. Looking at the clock I saw it was after 3am. I groggily stumbled to the door and opened it. There was Ellia in the hotel robe. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Of course, come on in.”

She came over to the couch and sat next to me. “I’ve been thinking,” she began. “You said earlier you wish you were my teacher. Will you be?”

I was a bit confused and my face showed it. I watched her hopeful smile retreat and she jumped up and ran to the door, saying, “Nevermind.”

“Ellia, wait! Come back. What are you talking about?”

“Izzy, I want you to teach me. I want to be your pupil. I want you to mold me into what you want, sexually, in a woman. I want you to teach me about sex.”

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what this girl was saying. In the dim light of the room I looked at her face and could see the fear in her eyes. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll teach you anything you want to know.”

“Oh thank you!” she exclaimed before kissing my lightly and quickly going back to her room.

Damn I was confused, but very, very happy.

In the morning I awoke with Ellia next to me in bed. She was watching me and smiling. I rolled to face her and she asked “When do we start?”

“How about with a shower?”

We hopped up and went to the bathroom. Ellia leaned over to start the water “How warm do you want it?” she asked. “Very.” I replied, admiring her ass. I began to undress, but stopped. Once the water was running and warm I told Ellia to undress. She Anadolu Yakası Escort removed her nightgown and stood to face me. “Now undress me,” I ordered. she slowly lifted my t-shirt over my head, running her fingers over my torso. Then she slid my sweatpants down. When they were to my knees she paused, kneeling to look at my cock. It was nothing too impressive, but it did its job well. I cleared my throat and she quickly got the sweats off me.

We stepped into the shower and the steam and hot water felt wonderful. As she stood in front of me, facing into the stream, I stood close behind her, running my hands over her body. I felt supercharged. I had seen the body, I had dreamt and fantasized about it but now I was touching it. My arms circled her, reaching around to caress her nipples. Feeling them harden under my fingers caused my cock to jump and reach full hardness itself. I’m sure she could feel it pressing against her ass and lower back. I attached my mouth to her neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting like some gentle vampire. Ellia moaned and her body writhed in my arms. I grabbed her and spun her around, kissing her passionately on the lips. If our first kiss was a sign of things to come I was surely going to enjoy this. It felt as though our mouths were melting together. I turned her so that we switched positions, with me under the hot stream of water. The water running over me felt great with her body pressed to mine. Now Ellia began to become more aggressive, which I completely approved of. She kissed my neck and nibbled at my nipples. Slowly she moved further down my body. She was on her knees with my throbbing cock in her hand when she looked up at me pleadingly. “May I?” She asked. I wanted to laugh, the idea of saying no being preposterous. “Of course,” I said.

Instantly her tongue was swirling all over the head of my cock, trailing down the underside an back up slowly. Finally she took it in her mouth sliding her perfect feeling lips up and down as her tongue continued her swirling patterns. I leaned my head back and let the water fall over me as this girl transported me to heaven. With each stroke she took more of me into her mouth. I moaned and called her name. She stopped and begged me to come. She wanted the first orgasm she gave me to happen this way. It didn’t take long. What she lacked in practice she made up for in enthusiasm and I quickly reached orgasm. She tried to swallow, but had to pull my cock out of her mouth. She kept stroking and I came on her face. As she knelt before me she wiped the cum off her face and licked it Pendik Escort from her fingers, smiling the whole time. I took her hand and helped her stand.

“How was that?” she asked. I responded by kissing her harder than I’d kissed anyone before. Ellia’s face beamed.

We finished our shower and walked back to the bed.

“Now it’s time to return the favor,” I told her. I sat her on the edge of the bed and told her to lie back. I started at her feet and slowly kissed my way up. Her thighs were wonderfully smooth beneath my lips and I could smell the sweet fragrance coming from her cunt. As my tongue parted her for the first time I felt her body shake. The taste was amazing sweet-sour and I lapped it up. My tongue ran up and down her slit, caressing her lips then circling her clit. As her moans got louder I focused on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and lashed at it with my tongue. I took my middle finger and inserted it, moving it in circles massaging her vaginal walls.

“Oooh,” I heard her cry out. “Oh, Izzy, I’m… I… Oh, oh oh oh…”

Her entire body clenched up as she came on my face. I felt power surge through me knowing I did this to her. I just kept licking and sucking at her clit until she pushed my head away. I climbed onto the bed and Ellia turned to look at me.

“I wanna fuck.” she said matter-of-factly.

“Gladly dear,” I replied as I rolled onto my back. “Climb on top, that way you have more control.”

She did just that and I thought I’d cum again when her hot tight lips enveloped me. Oh my god, this was amazing. It was tighter and wetter than any cunt I’d ever experienced before. She just groaned as she slid down the length of my cock. Within seconds she was bouncing up and down on me, her vaginal muscles sucking at my cock like her mouth had. Our mouths locked on each other, the play of our tongues rivaling the fucking below. She arched up and I too the opportunity to grab her tit in my mouth. This brought a loud gasp and more frenzied fucking from her. I continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between them while rapidly fucking the living hell out of her.

“More, I want more!” she screamed. “I want you to fuck me.”

I grabbed my dear Ellia around her waist and flipped her over. I banged into her missionary style while she chanted “Fuck!” to each stroke. She dug her nails into my back and I bit and sucked on her neck leaving little bruises. Our rhythm increased and I could feel her getting anxious. Her “Fuck” chant changed to a long high pitched wail as her pussy clutched my dick. She milked me and the feel of her orgasmic body pushed me over the edge for the second time that morning. I felt like I came buckets into her and she kept screaming for minutes until we both calmed down. I fell on top of her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“You will surely get high marks in this class.”

It was the first morning of meeting you; the sun was just coming up over the horizon and I couldn’t get to sleep. We weren’t sleeping in the same bed yet but I was sure that it wouldn’t last long. I laid there a while longer, caressing my breasts longing of what it would be like to be in your arms. I was excited… I mean wow, I was here; with you finally. I had opted for a cute top and bottom pajama outfit that I thought you might like… I could remember all those nights on the phone vividly, the sound of your voice when you huskily said my name as you were about to blow your load, the heavy breathing you took to as you got turned on more and more. I start to tweak my nipples absently through my top with one hand as these memories flood into my mind, the other hand still caressing the tops of my breasts and my neck. My teeth gently bite down on my bottom lip as a small moan escapes my mouth… my nipples harden…

I’m in the zone… not really paying attention to what is going on around me… you had woken up too, and couldn’t get back to sleep so came to check on me. I don’t hear you knock… or the door creak quietly open. Your head peaks in at me… laying there on your guest bed…

A slight flush begins to creep into my cheeks as I find the warmth flood into my nether region… the hand caressing my neck and breasts starts to wander south, I run a finger along the top of the cute blue panties and shiver imagining it was your hand; your finger. The hands tweaking my nipples abandon the thought of the shirt as they slide down to the bottom and stop on my tummy. My breath catches as my other hand continues to run along the top of my panties occasionally sneaking a finger underneath. The warmth of my fingers as my hand lightly wanders from my belly button under my top to the bottom of my breasts. The feeling of my skin against my skin sends another shiver through me and my teeth bite down harder on my lower lip, my eyes flutter but remain closed. My hand grasps my breasts pushing them up from under my top, my nipples now fully erect and exposed; I feel my self lean down and lick the tips of them and blow gently. I imagine your breath against my neck and more warmth floods south-ways…

You look on at me mesmerized… your own breath starting to catch just watching me almost touch myself. Your own hand starts to venture towards your crotch and your catch yourself just before you get there. You move closer to the bed; you can see me clearer now, you yourself are remembering the phone conversations we had been having the past few months… your cock hardens…

I’m hot now, my body beginning to tingle as I arch my back slightly and lift my top over my head… I can hear your voice in my head the day when I was in NSW at my dad’s friends as you tell me on msn how sexy I am playing with my breasts on cam. I casually throw the shirt off the bed; my hand continues to caress my breasts and stomach. My nipples hard. Goosebumps begin to appear on them as I gently tweak them. I’m imagining your mouth on me, the warmth of your tongue as it flicks them; I shudder. My other hand still teasing my lower area. It had left the top Bostancı Escort and was now gently rubbing my other lips through the fabric of my panties… My own breath catches and I shudder as I try to contain the urge to cum as your name escapes my mouth “Steven”; I wasn’t ready yet – the hand on my breasts is now clutching the bed, knuckles red as my breathing slows down…

You caught the top as I flung it off the bed… you are now completely lost in what I’m doing forgetting the reason you even came in here. You realize you’ve taken off your own boxers and they are lying on the floor. You drop my top on top of your pants and again move closer to the bed. You are close enough now to see the sweat glisten on my body… the actual temperature of the room is chilly but you don’t notice it. Your hard throbbing cock just inches from my body… you fight within yourself whether to continue to watch or break into my fun… your head wins though… your penis sad but still standing tall… your hand begins to stroke him and before long he forgets about joining in…

My breathing returns to normal… I can hear your heavy breathing now but I just assume that it’s in my mind. I slip my hand under my panties imagining it’s yours… my finger searches for my clitoris knowing where to find it… I touch it… my other hand grasps the bed again as I begin to slowly make circles. I pull my hand out, bringing it up to my mouth, tasting myself. They are hot and slightly salty… I lick my lips before once again biting down on my lower lip. I trace both hands down from my neck lightly around my breasts and nipples with a gentle tweaking. The throbbing between my legs is unbelievable; it feels like that part of me is on fire. My hands continue down and gently begin to pull off my panties… One leg after the other until I’m there laying completely naked and hot and flushed on your guest bed…

You can’t contain yourself any longer, your cock has finally taken control and you venture out a hand to slightly run up my thigh… your other hand still stroking but faster now and more provocative… a moan escapes your lips as your fingers make contact with my thigh… my eyes pop open and look up at you…

I give a start and kind of shoot back up onto the pillows, before I remember where I actually am. My eyes grow bigger as I realize I’m stark naked and I kind of giggle insanely and look at you shyly not registering that you yourself are naked…

You had retracted your hand from my legs; your eyes drinking in my body hungrily… the other hand had stopped stroking but still held your still very hard cock. You kneel down on the edge of the bed; putting one leg between mine and the other on the other side… lowering yourself down until your face is within inches of my own… Your hands now holding you up…

My body reacts violently to the contact of your skin on mine – arching up to meet you, the heat from your cock pressing hard against my stomach as you lean yourself into me… I’m still shocked at your presence my own hands lay forgotten at my side. My nipples contract as your chest lightly grazes them as Ümraniye Escort you bring your face close to mine… “Steven?” I manage to say…

As I say your name you savagely kiss me your tongue probing into my mouth. You are leaning on one arm now… the other back on my leg slowly traveling up over my thigh… up past my hips; fluttering over my stomach… gently squeezing my breasts as you continue to push yourself against me. The kisses become heated and you have to stop for breath… looking down at me… your hand caressing my face. Your mouth now tracing kisses down my neck, gently biting… down to my nipples; one hand pulling and tweaking a breast your mouth greedily sucking on the other nipple; gently tugging and pulling…

The sensation of your mouth actually on my breasts sends a new wave of heat down there… The throbbing almost a heartbeat in itself intensifies as I can feel your own heat and throbbing emanating from your cock now pressed against my thigh almost touching my other lips. My hands that had lain forgotten at my side are now traveling up and down your back – gently scratching. Running through your hair. My knee comes up; the hand that was feeling my breasts before now back on my thigh, the tips of your fingers gentle exploring the heat of my crotch; I moan. I can feel my excitement building, I shiver as your mouth leaves my nipple and begins trailing kisses from my breasts down over my stomach… lingering at the top of my pubic hair… you grin up at me cheekily…

You are just about to put your mouth on my clit but my hands find your hair and tug you up, my mouth finds yours and for the moment you are lost in the kiss. The hand on my thigh takes advantage of the situation as my leg falls to the side exposing my wet throbbing cunt. Your fingers before only exploring the area now plunged deep within me. My hips lift to meet you and I moan through the kiss not expecting the sudden pressure. You move slowly at first but start gaining speed. You reach the desired amount, my body now moving as you want it. Your mouth biting and kissing my neck… You remove your fingers to taste me; it tastes sweet and salty and of sex… of the want you know I have for you… you place the fingers in my mouth and I greedily suck on them between moans, my hips still lifting grinding into you as if your fingers were still there before returning to the task at hand.

I’m rocking back and forth to the movement of your hands, all thought has left my mind, the only thing I can think of is how close I am to cumming, The heat exploding within me every time your fingers move back in; the feeling of your mouth on my breast a close second. Both my hands are now gripping the blanket of the spare bed, moaning loudly… your name coming out randomly while my body shudders from the feeling of you…

You know I’m on the brink of letting it go; you slightly slow down the speed of your fingers but add an extra to it. Your thumb now every time you plunge into me gently hits my clit, you know it’s going to take me over the edge… can feel the heat and tightness around your fingers… you put extra vigor Anadolu Yakası Escort into licking and sucking my breasts occasionally leaning up to kiss my moaning mouth… you moan yourself. The slight rocking of our bodies making your cock gently rubs against the bed…

I can’t take it any more… I push you back and pin you to the bed… My face slightly damp from the heat of the moment. You are grinning up at me knowing how close you were to making me cum. I kiss you roughly on the mouth before straddling you. My wet pussy teasing the tip of your cock. The heat is electrifying and you grab my hips and try force me down onto it. My fingernails rake across your chest and now you are the one moaning and grabbing the blanket. I kiss the side of your mouth as I take you fully into me… My vagina is tight around your cock…

Your hands find strength once more; one returns to my breasts the other grasping my ass. You feel me arch my back as I ride you… You watch my breasts bounce up and down before just looking up into my face, our breathing is as heavy as each others now… both your hands are on my ass… grasping into it. You pull your eyes away from my face as you notice movement out of the corner of your eyes. My hands are rubbing and pulling and tweaking my own breasts, my rhythm becomes faster and you know from the look in my eye that you have won…

I cum with you inside me, hard and fast the throbbing not subsiding but intensifying as my cunt clenches even more tightly around your cock; my rocking slows, my body now pushed down close to you.. My mouth fervently pushing against yours. I see the look in your eyes as you yourself want to cum so I quickly get off… my energy returning as I kiss down your own chest towards your ever throbbing cock.

You gasp as you realize what I’m going to do… Your eyes like black diamonds look on in the semi light that now fills the room… The sun was now almost fully up. Your hands find their way into my hair and you force my mouth down over your cock…

I take it, my mouth flitting around the tip of your cock; I can feel your hands in my hair and the gentle pressure of you holding me down over your cock. Your cock tastes of sex, of sweat, of me and I like it. I look up at you, my mouth now riding up and down as my cunt had just been doing… one hand at the bottom pushing up and down in sync with my mouth the other gently tugging your balls and caressing your thighs… I can feel the tension in you building once more as you thrust up into my mouth…

You’re moaning now… your hands still pressing me into your cock, you know you can’t last much longer… your breathing quickens as you see me cheekily look up at you and lick the top of your throbbing cock and gently blow… the feeling of both hot and cold on your already sensitive member brings you over the edge and you thrust quickly and roughly into my mouth and choke out huskily “I’m cumming, oh god Michelle I’m going to… “

But I don’t hear the rest… I’m too intent on your cock… I’m sucking hard as you blow your load… taking it down deep in my throat as you blow your load off inside me, my tongue is working over drive and I continue to suck until the very end… swallowing every drop of your seamen. I look up at you once again shy, once again aware of how naked we both are and its okay… you bring my face up to yours and you kiss me hard with lust and wanting…

I wrote this for a dear friend of mine and We hope that you will all get some enjoyment from it.

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As I walked to the front door, I felt a little nervous, it had been along time since I saw my old Navy buddy. We were on the same ship during that mess with Vietnam. Man it seamed like a million years ago.

I still can’t get over the fact that I am in my fifties for crying out loud. I knocked and in a matter of seconds this balding man with a pot belly opened the door, The years had not been to kind to my buddy Matt. “Damn Matt where the hell is your hair?” He just laughed and slapped me on the arm. God it was good to see my old friends smile again.

We walked into the kitchen and he introduced me to his wife Jan. I have to give him credit for one thing he knew how to pick his women, she was still a looker for her age, as unkind as the world had been to Matt it had been more than kind to Jan

I had planned on staying in town for a few day’s so we could catch up on old times, But was sad to here that Matt and Jan were going to have to leave the next day for a family funeral, it was Jan’s mom that had passed.

“I’m so sorry we have to leave so soon, I really wanted to be able to spend a couple of days with you and cover all the old stories.” “Hell Matt don’t worry about it I have a couple of things I want to check out in this area anyhow and besides just getting to see that your ok Is good enough for me” “Well at least please stay for dinner” “Are you sure about that I don’t think Jan’s going to want to be cooking at a time like this,”

It was just at that moment the front door opened and this sweet looking young lady walked in. Matt smiled and said “Ruthie honey I want you to meet one of my best friends,” I took her hand in mine and smiled, “Hello I am very pleased to meet you my name is Rich and yes I have the honor of knowing this wild guy over here.” “Ruthie’s my oldest daughter and she is staying with us for awhile as she is finishing up her last year here at the collage.”

Now I was not about to tell my buddy that his daughter was a hottie, but she was just the kind of women I admire, Not one of them skinny things but a women with some soft places that a man can lay his head without a bone poking him.

“Ruthie honey I know you had a long day but would you please try to put something together for dinner for us, Mom needs to go and finish packing and its on the road early tomorrow, And I really want Rich to spend some time with us tonight.” “Of course Daddy I would love to, You entertain your friend while I go change and then I will start dinner.”

Dinner was great and we even got Jan in a better frame of mine, I think it helped her to have this distraction even if just for a little while. Soon after dinner was over Jan did excuse herself and went to her room to continue packing, I volunteered to help Ruthie with the dishes and that turned out to be a fun mistake.

I had picked up this stupid cup to dry not knowing it was darn near half full of water, As I grabbed it and started to flip it over I spilled most of it right on the front of Ruthie’s shirt. I expected her to yell at me but she just smiled and reached into the sink got a handful of water and commenced to wash my face with it. We both just started laughing at that point, She gave me a towel and as I was drying my face, She grinned and said “do you think I might need to change my shirt” I looked down at her top and first there was no bra and second her nipples were hard as rocks, “Yes I think so and please before your dad comes in here” “better yet I’m going to go join him.” I think I heard her say chicken as I left the room.

Matt and I just sat and talked about old times for awhile and then Jan joined us along with Ruthie. We all laughed and shared a few tamer stories, then I knew I better leave so they could get to bed. Matt said “I feel kind of bad having to leave like this, Hopefully we can get together again soon,” “Matt count on it, I get this way once in awhile and I would love to get together under happier times.” “Jan it was real nice getting to meet you” “Not sure why your with and ugly old fart like matt but you must have your reason’s” We both just laughed and Jan said “Rich you are welcome here anytime please come back soon.” “I will I promise, and I’m very sorry about you mom.”

Ruthie walked over and smiled saying “I was happy to meet you also even though you are not any good at drying dishes” “You know I’m with my folks on this we all feel bad about the timing being off, But I can’t go with them to the funeral because I have a mid-term I can’t miss. If you would like I would love it if we could have dinner tomorrow night.”

“Well that would be wonderful, us old guys always feel silly sitting in a restaurant by ourselves, here’s my cell number please call when you are free to go.” I walked over and gave Matt and Jan a finale hug and told them both how great it was to be with them.” “Matt you take care and I will see you soon.” Funny how those things get to you I had a couple Anadolu Yakası Escort of tears in my eyes as I went down the walk. But then I replaced the tears with a smile when I thought about dinner with Ruthie tomorrow.

I spent the next morning just seeing the sight’s and I wandered into the local Mall and looked though the store’s wishing that the time would go buy faster. I felt a little silly somewhat like a school boy waiting for his new girlfriend to call. After all It was my old friends daughter and she was just being kind to her fathers old friend.

Finally after what seamed like hours my cell did ring and it was Ruthie. “Hello Rich is it still ok for tonight or do you have other plans?” “No I have no other plans and I am really looking forward to us having Dinner, How did your exam go?” “I think I did great, I felt very comfortable with the question’s and never felt like I was lost, But I will not know until Monday what my grade will be.” “Well if you feel that good about it you must have done real well. So I think this will also be a celebration tonight. How dose seven sound for dinner? that will give you plenty of time to get ready” “Great Rich I look forward to it, bye for now” “Bye See you in a little bit Ruthie”

I walked back to my car and headed back to the hotel. I had plenty of time to get a shower and shave again, and I wanted to change into my suit. I called down to the desk and talked to the concierge and he suggested a very nice restaurant in the city. He said he would call and get reservation’s and if I needed any thing else to please call. I thought about getting theater tickets but was not sure of Ruthie’s taste’s, So I decided that dinner and drinks after would be appropriate for our first meeting.

When I parked my car in front of the house I was not ready for the sight I was seeing, This lovely young lady with long hair cascading down her back was coming down the walk towards me, She was not the young girl I talked with the night before, in her place was a women that makes men’s heads turn and young men wish they had the nerve to speak to her, She was lovely in a long Black dress with a knee high slit up the side.

I quickly moved to her side of the car and held the door open for her. “My lady you are a true vision this evening. I don’t know if I should say hello or bow to you as you look every bit a Princess” “Well thank you Kind Sir, and where might I ask are we going this evening.” “Well my lady would one mind if I just surprise you” She started to giggle at that and smiled and said “of course Sir Your choice will be wonderful I’m sure.”

As we pulled into the drive a young man stepped forward to get the doors I glanced over at Ruthie and noticed the look on her face, She was a bit surprised at the restaurant we were going to. I tossed the keys to the young man and offered my arm to Ruthie. When we walked into the lobby the man at the desk smiled and asked my name, “But of course sir we have been waiting for you let me show you to your table.”

When we sat down Ruthie could not hold back any longer. She was dead serious and looked me in the eyes and whispered “Do you have any idea how expensive this place is” “Yes I Do But we are celebrating your doing so well on your test I could not take you anywhere else.”

We wound up having a wonderful time and a great dinner, the laughs kept coming from both of us, I think we both felt like we had been together for years. We truly were becoming very comfortable with one another.

As we left the restaurant I was telling her what a great time I had and how much I was enjoying her company and it was a shame it could not last longer. She turned and looked me in the eyes and said “I see no reason for us to stop having fun yet please take me home and I will fix you the best cup of coffee you have ever had.” “Now how can I refuse an offer like that, but you realize of course at my age the last thing I need at this time of the night is coffee, I will never sleep”

She through her head back and laughed “well we will just have to find something for you to do if you can’t sleep.” I saw her flash that devilish grin and I was beginning to think of just how much trouble I might be in here, this Girl was just in her early thirty’s and I am fifty seven. The thoughts that were rushing in and out of my mind were not all that gentlemanly.

“Ruthie you are going to make this old man blush if you don’t stop, Damn girl I’m old enough to be your father.” “Awe Daddy I won’t hurt you I promise” I will be a good little girl, and if I get out of line you can give me a spanking and send me to my room.” The thought hit me then that she was serious, I have never been with a women that liked to be spanked, I was starting to think that this evening was going to get very interesting.

The ride back to her house was a blur, I could only think about the lovely creature sitting so close to me and I could feel her left breast against my arm. I was trying to keep my mind on the rode and was very happy Avrupa Yakası Escort indeed to finally be pulling up to her house. I practically jumped out of the car and rushed around to her side and opened the door for her. “Thank you Daddy you are such a gentleman.” I was starting to enjoy the sound of her calling me Daddy.

When we got into the house I took my suit Jacket off and laid it over the back of a chair and removed my tie and put it in one of the Jacket pockets. Ruthie went straight into the kitchen and started the coffeepot going. When she came back out she excused herself. “Daddy I need to go get out of this dress before I mess it up I hope you don’t mind.” “Of course I don’t’ mind, I will just turn on the TV and catch the news.” “Daddy would you please help me with this zipper, I always have trouble with it,” I walked over and she turned her back to me and I found the zipper and slowly moved it down to the small of her back.

Ruthie leaned back against me and said “Thank You Daddy” I could not help myself I put my arms around her and pulled her back against me. She just sort of melted into me, her hair was still tied up in some sort of bun on her head so I softly kissed the back of her neck, and I moved my hands up from her waist and cupped her breasts. “Oh Daddy you really know what your little girls needs, I love the feel of your big hands”

She slowly turned around and tilted her head back as I leaned down and kissed her, she slowly parted her lips and my tongue slowly searched for hers. She finally pulled away laughing and said, “I will be right back Daddy.”

It was just a few minutes till I heard her voice. “Daddy can you please come her for a minute” I walked down the hall following the sound of her voice. When I walked into the open door I just stood there for a second. The sight in front of me was unreal this beautiful creature was kneeling on the bed facing the door wearing a black teddy with her hair hanging down over her shoulders and breasts, Her hair had to be at least waist long and very thick. “Daddy would you please come over here and join me I get scared here when I’m all-alone” “Baby I will protect you and make sure you are safe. And I promise you I would never do anything to cause you harm.” “Oh Daddy you make me feel so loved and safe.”

I was about to remove my shirt when Ruthie jumped out of bed and said, “Daddy please let me do it.” “Of course princess I would love it if you would help” She got up and walked over and one by one undid the buttons on my shirt when they were all unbuttoned she pushed the shirt back off my shoulders. She then grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head.

I felt her pulling at the buckle on my belt and soon it came undone then she started pulling down on my zipper, she went down to her knees and As she started unzipping my pants they started to fall down my legs, she helped me to step out of them and she tossed them over to a chair. “Oh Daddy this is what I have been looking for may I let him out please” I felt just the slightest bit weak in the knees as I told her “sure Baby you may do anything you wish” She reached up and hooked my Briefs with her thumbs and started to tug them down past my hips.

I soon felt her breath as she got closer to my cock, then I felt her softly blowing on it, her left hand came up and cupped my balls and I felt the stirring in my cock as it started to expand. Then she gently took hold of my cock with her right hand and started to lick the underside of it she then went all the way back and licked my balls and then slowly started to moved back to the underside of the very tip. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and just started to feel its softness, I loved the feel of it in my hands, I started to grit my teeth as I felt her lips start to engulf my cock. Her mouth was like a hot fire that was on a mission to drive me wild, my knees were really starting to shake now as she started a sucking motion with her lips, she would move her lips to the base of my cock then pull back slowly to the very tip, all the while moving her tongue back and forth on the underside. “Ruthie baby its been so long I cant take this much longer” “Fuck I’m so close” I knew I was not going to last so I pulled gently on her hair and warned her that I was going to cum, she answered my plea by reaching under my legs and started pushing a finger into my ass. That was it I started shooting my load into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed never missing a drop. After a few seconds she pulled away and my cock slipped out of her mouth, She looked up and smiled at me then started licking at my cock and using her hand squeezed out the last remaining drops.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet, then began kissing her and I was surprised when she forced some of my cum into my lips, our tongues just entwined and licked at each other. I also was surprised to find that the taste was not that bad. I reached out to her and swept her off her feet I walked over to the İstanbul Escort bed and set her down at the edge of the bed.

“Now princess it’s my turn” I slowly laid her back and I knelt by the edge of the bed between her legs, I pulled her forward towards me as I lifted her legs up over my shoulders. I reached between her legs and undid the snaps on the underside of her teddy. As the last snap came undone the teddy parted and before me lay the most beautiful looking mound I have ever seen, it was slightly swollen and I could see a small amount of moisture seeping out, I pulled her closer to me and licked at the very bottom of her pussy tasting the juices that were starting to flow, Her pussy was pumping out juice as fast as I could lick it up, this was going to be a challenge.

In my hurry to catch all the juices flowing from her I made the mistake of trying to adjust my position I was keeling in and I started to lose my balance. I felt stupid as hell when In trying to catch myself I wound up slapping her right on top of her mound with my right hand, I heard her yelp as I struck her, “Shit I’m so sorry” that was all I could say, then I heard her yell out “please Daddy do it again” I had regained my balance by this time and thought I was not hearing her right.

But I sure was “Please Daddy I liked it when you spanked me on my pussy, Please Daddy will you do it again Please.” All I could think of to say was of course Baby, I lightly slapped her again and she yelled out “Harder Daddy” So I increased how hard I was slapping her and her moans kept getting louder and louder, I bent in again and started to lick at her pussy, I found her clit and started to nibble at it all the time slapping at her mound, In just a few more seconds my tongue could not keep up with the juices that were flowing out of her Pussy, The next thing I heard was “Oh my God I’m fucking going to cum please harder Daddy lick harder,” I licked at her clit as fast and as hard as I could curling my tongue up tight and assaulting her swollen Clit.

She then screamed and clamped her legs together around my neck, using her legs to force me in closer. “I’m cuming Oh fuck it feels so good, please don’t stop please.” I slapped at her mound again over and over and I could taste the cum starting to flow from her pussy.

In just a couple more seconds she pulled her legs up from my shoulders and laid back on the bed, she reached a hand up and pulled me to her, I just went with it and fell to the side of her and I will not lie I was wiped out. I was sucking in air as fast as I could. “Oh Fuck Daddy that was great, you made me feel so fucking hot, I loved it when you spanked me on my pussy, It was awesome. I have never been that hot in my life.”

I moved over closer to her and looked at her mound and it was a soft red all over, I just could not believe what had just happened, I leaned over her pussy and gently started to place light kisses all over and I would softly blow on it thinking it would make it feel better. “Thank you Daddy that was sweet of you, But Daddy I do have a question for you.” “What’s that baby” “Do you think this was better than a cup of coffee” I just broke out laughing at that and just grinned one of those silly grins we get once in awhile and said Honey I forgot all about the coffee the minuet I walked in your bedroom door and saw you on the bed”

“Daddy can I ask you something else” “Well of course you can you can ask me anything you wish.” “Do you think less of me for the way I acted here tonight, I know I kind of got carried away and we just met an all but I was just so turned on I couldn’t help it.” “Princess I loved what we did here tonight, and I am very fond of you, Hell I was worried that you would not see anything in me because Of my age.” “But Daddy that’s one of the things that I love about you, I like the fact that you’re mature and not like some kid just trying to get a Quickie piece of ass.”

“Tell you what baby lets go get that cup of coffee and we can talk about a few thing’s.” “O.K. let me put a robe on and I will be right with you.” I slipped into my briefs and slacks and pulled on my t-shirt and walked into the kitchen and poured me a cup of coffee, I knew from dinner that Ruthie did not drink coffee so I just poured her a tall glass of water. In just a couple of seconds she was beside me and wrapped her arms around my neck and got up on her tip-toes and gave me a long kiss.

“Rich I really enjoyed this whole evening I wish it could go on and on. I’m so happy that you are so understanding and are not all judgmental about the things I like to do.” “Sweetie the reason for that is I like them myself.” We sat at that table and talked about the things we liked and things we wanted in our life’s. We discovered that we had a lot in common besides the sex end of it. After talking for about an hour she asked me if I would like to see her toy-chest.

I followed her back into her room and she brought out this box that was under her bed, when she opened it I was surprised to see all kinds of her special toys, she had vibrator’s in assorted sizes and all kinds of straps that you could use to tie one down, I looked through and found handcuffs and a small whip and a couple of paddle’s. “Ruthie honey I have never used anything like these before but I sure as hell would love to try.”

I consider myself to be one lucky girl!

My parents are wonderful people who did everything they could to raise their kids to engage the world in an energetic, self-confident way. My brother and I didn’t know it at the time, but both my parents went the extra mile to be sure we lived in an environment that cultivated our self-esteem. Not the “every kid gets a prize” mentality that too often exists today, but an atmosphere of high expectations and the support and love necessary to reach them. In the final analysis, my parent’s strategy worked pretty well. I ended up sailing through college and law school and was just named the youngest female partner in our firm.

Fortunately, my luck wasn’t limited to academic pursuits. Let’s just say attracting guys has never been one of my problems. My looks work well in the courtroom or the bed room. In addition, I watch my diet and work out at least five times a week so my body is lean and athletic. The only thing I’d change is my breasts. It took until my twenties to realize there would be no growing out of my barely A sized cups. On the plus side, my nipples are deliciously sensitive and I’ve discovered to my amazement that lots of guys actually prefer bodies like mine. In fact, that’s what brings me to the start of my story.

I work near the top of a tall building so end up spending my share of time in an elevator. Mostly I just zone out during these rides, but I began to notice a very attractive guy (with no wedding ring) checking me out. At first I chalked it up to my imagination (and possibly a bit of wishful thinking) but after a few encounters I was convinced he was stealing glances at my subtle curves.

Luck was with me one Friday afternoon when my anonymous admirer and I found ourselves alone in the elevator. I didn’t have any plans and decided to take a chance.

“Excuse me. I may be way off base here, but have I been picking up some kind of vibes from you?”

Turns out he had an incredibly engaging smile.

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

By the time we got to the lobby we’d exchanged names and occupations (he’s a financial adviser) and decided to have a drink.

One drink led to another and then another until we found ourselves in a quiet booth over dinner and a bottle of wine. I really liked this guy. He was happily divorced with no kids, had a great sense of humor, and shared my views on politics, religion and movies. The more we talked, the hornier I got. A relationship with a guy in my building could be risky, but I decided to take a chance and invited him to my condo. Not surprisingly, he took the bait and we walked the four blocks together.

We were well into another bottle of wine and had split a joint when we found ourselves engaged in a sensuous kiss. Our tongues explored each other as my body melted into his. His hand found its way to one of my breasts and caressed it longingly. I don’t wear a bra (why would I?) and we both felt my nipple respond. Unbeknownst to him, so did the inner recesses of my body. He gazed directly into my eyes, undid the buttons and very slowly opened my blouse. He wore an adoring expression as he made love to my contours with his eyes.

Shifting his stare back to me he said, “Your breasts are exquisite. I’ve been yearning to see them since the first time I saw you. My obsession got even worse when you showed up one day without your jacket and I realized you don’t wear a bra. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

“Something told me you were a tiny tit man,” I said with a smile. “Do you really like them?”

“‘Like’ doesn’t do it justice. I have an absolute infatuation with small breasts; especially very small ones like yours. There’s something viscerally compelling that I can’t put my finger on. Maybe it’s got something to do with innocence or vulnerability. Whatever it is, nothing in a woman excites me more. And everything about yours are unbelievable – fashion model size and shape, irresistible firmness and perfect nipples. I could savor them forever.”

The gentle caresses resumed as he kissed my nipples and fondled them with his tongue. The idea of being so thoroughly appreciated for the only part of my body I’m ashamed of was profoundly touching.

“Why don’t we move to the bedroom?” I suggested.

After leisurely undressing one another, we found ourselves in a slow, tantalizing embrace. He was taking his time and I relished the feelings of warmth and sexual energy. He continued to make love to my breasts with his soft touch and sensuous mouth. I’d never felt so cherished. After just the right amount of time, his caresses wandered down my flat stomach just to the edge of my neatly trimmed sparse pubes.

I thought about simply letting him make love to me, but I’d made a deal with myself that I just couldn’t break.

I took a deep breath and said, “I love what we’re doing, but I need to tell you something before we go any farther.”

“OK.”

He probably thought I was HIV positive or something, but fortunately that wasn’t it.

“I’ve had some really bad experiences with insensitive jerks that İstanbul Escort were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn’t wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always use it with a new guy. It’s sort of a litmus test.”

Understandably, he was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn’t have sex unless the guy’s first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of guy who’ll expose himself in such a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I’m looking for in a partner. Besides, some guys actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven’t done it in front of anyone before.”

“Don’t you think I’ve got the qualities you’re looking for?”

“Please don’t be offended. I really think you do. It’s just that I made this promise and if I broke it I’d never trust myself again. But, there’s more. When I say I’ll be watching, I mean I’ll be REALLY watching. Some guys just go through the motions so they can get laid. I need guys who appreciate why I need them to confront the shame and embarrassment that goes with admitting to me that they still masturbate.

“So how do you tell if the guy’s just faking?”

“I watch and evaluate every minute detail – even things he has no control over. I watch what part of his body he touches first, how long it takes him to get aroused and the quality of his erection. I blatantly judge its size and shape. I like to think about what he’s thinking as he presents it to me. I carefully observe the technique he uses to stimulate himself. Not only how he touches his penis, but whether he includes other parts of his body like his nipples, testes, scrotum or anus. I look to see whether precum appears and whether he interacts with it. I try to tell when the very first stage of his orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe his breathing, perspiration and heartbeat.

I imagine what he’s fantasizing about as his body gets hotter. I watch to see if he pauses to delay his orgasm, and I count the number of times if he does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment he decides to go over the edge and when he actually reaches that point by the intensity of his stroking and the retraction of his testicles. And of course, I focus laser attention on his ejaculation. I count the number of emissions and note the forcefulness with which they emerge. I notice how long he continues his stroking after no more semen comes out. I assess the detailed properties of his ejaculate – the volume, consistency, color and smell. I try to imagine how he feels about himself just afterwards – pride, shame, embarrassment or perhaps satisfaction. I watch how he cleans up his mess; and most importantly, I judge his demeanor to me knowing that I’ve been watching his performance so intently.”

“So how many times have you delivered that little speech?”

I couldn’t tell if he was pissed, excited or just curious.

“Oh, a few I guess,” trying to be ambiguous.

“And what kind of response do you usually get?”

“It varies. Some guys look at me like I’m demented and head for the hills. Some guys are disgusted and also make a quick getaway. As I’ve said, some guys try to beat the system by faking it, and they can be pretty nasty when I reject them. But more guys than you think are willing, or even eager, to go along. I’m really hoping you’re one of them.”

The smile on his face made his decision clear.

“I’ve got some lotion if you need it.”

“That’s OK.”

He positioned his pillow against the headboard and leaned back. A plain cotton sheet was covering our bodies and he inched it down his muscular chest to just above his pubic area. This maneuver exposed my breasts; but I didn’t protest. He uncovered the rest of his body by moving the sheet from his side of the bed to mine. My body remained half covered, but his was totally exposed. I appreciated this approach.

He spent a long time just looking at my breasts, and I was amazed that his penis began to respond. He started lightly touching the length of his body from his toes to his forehead while stealing sideways glances at my chest – and its hardening nipples. The full body stimulation continued but he began to devote more attention to his abdomen and inner thighs. His erection now appeared to be complete.

Things got more serious when he began to very, very lightly touch his scrotum. He was barely making contact with the sensitive skin, but it was obvious that he relished the feeling. He also lightly explored his anal opening with a fingertip, but didn’t probe inside. The erection that I thought was at full strength a moment before grew. The size and shape was perfect – large enough but not intimidating. His knees were raised and he spread his legs wider to put himself on full display. He lifted his butt off the bed and thrust his hips forward – preening his beautiful erection for me. I was slippery Kadıköy Escort wet.

Finally, he applied direct stimulation to his genitals. I was intrigued with his technique, which I had not seen before. He encircled the base of his penis with one hand and moved it down his length, stimulating the underside of his glans with his fingers as they passed by. As the first hand neared completion of its journey, the second began a similar path. This alternating action resulted in near continuous stimulation of what I assumed was his most sensitive area. I thought it was cute. It also occurred to me that such a technique wouldn’t work well on someone who hadn’t been circumcised.

This stroking continued for some time. Occasionally he paused to fondle his testes and anus as he had done earlier. After a long time he switched to a more traditional masturbatory technique – forming a ring with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and using it to stroke the same sensitive area. His breathing was deepening and his excitement growing.

A single dollop of precum emerged and clung to his opening. He ignored it for a while but then grasped his shaft with his left hand and used his other fingers to spread it over the underside of his head with firm circular motions. This intense stimulation seemed to increase his desire. He switched back to his one-handed method and it was obvious that he was getting close. Abruptly he stopped rubbing while the threat of an orgasm passed. I wondered what he was thinking. He repeated this process four more times before he could no longer resist. He resumed his two-handed technique with increased determination. His stroking became a frenzied blur and his scrotum tightened against his body, which told me he’d reached the threshold of inevitability.

After a few moments of ecstasy, a beautiful white rainbow presented itself in an impressive display of virility. It was quickly followed by a second of even greater intensity. I counted six strong emissions and two weaker ones before the final bit of liquid emerged gently and dribbled down his glans. He milked out the last drops and wiped them off the back of his hand onto his drenched chest.

There was a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes remained closed for a few moments while he relished the experience. When they reopened he looked at me inquiringly and smiled as if he had been struck by an interesting thought. He gathered some of the semen that was pooled on his chest and spread it tenderly over one of my nipples. There was plenty left to complete the task. Then he pulled tissues from the box next to my bed and began cleaning up his mess. I couldn’t wait to fuck his brains out.

“That was beautiful,” I whispered.

There was no need to tell him that he’d aced my test.

“I’m guessing you’ve done that before,” I said with a smile. “How often do you masturbate?”

“I’ve been it doing a lot more often than usual since seeing you; but still not as much as the once a day or more routine I followed when I was 18.”

I couldn’t believe he was using me to think about during his masturbation sessions.

“How important is it to you?”

“I can’t imagine not doing it. It’s an essential, healthy part of my life. I certainly don’t feel guilty or ashamed. Nevertheless, I’ve never admitted it to my friends.”

“I was intrigued by the way you used two hands to stroke yourself. It’s not something I’ve seen before. How long have you done it that way?”

“It’s what came to me instinctively when I first taught myself. They say most guys stumble on a technique that works for them and stick with it. I guess I’m no exception.”

“What were you thinking about while you were doing it?”

“Your little test fulfilled one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I like to think about doing it while someone watches. The erotic nature of openly doing something considered so “forbidden” makes me buzz with excitement. And when that someone turned out to be you – the beautiful woman with storybook breasts I’ve been masturbating to for weeks – it’s even more exciting. I was reveling in that feeling and savoring the thrill of your watching and judging me so intently.”

“I loved watching you do it, and you had one of the most beautiful orgasms I’ve ever seen. It’s probably obvious to you, but I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

“Oh really? Do you think I’ll just fuck any girl that comes along? I’ve had some really bad experiences with insensitive babes that were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn’t wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always to use it with a new girl. Would you like to hear what it is?”

He said this with an impish grin, and I knew I was had.

“I suppose so,” I managed to say with a straight face.

“The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn’t have sex unless the girl’s first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of woman who’ll expose herself in such Ataşehir Escort a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I’m looking for in a partner. Besides, some girls actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven’t done it in front of anyone before.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Yes, there is. Believe it or not, some girls try to fool me by faking an orgasm just to get a quick fuck. The only way I can weed them out is to watch the process intently and evaluate every minute detail – even things she has no control over. I watch what part of her body she touches first, and how long it takes her to get aroused. I blatantly judge her genitals. I note whether she’s shaved and how well groomed her pubic hair is if she hasn’t. I examine the appearance of her labia and whether the inner lips are smooth and compact or puffy and protrude around her opening. I consider her clitoris and whether it’s visible under its sheath. I judge the color and wetness of her vagina, and of course the fragrance it emits.

I like to think about what she’s thinking as she presents it to me. I look for the appearance of arousal fluid and whether she interacts with it. I carefully observe the technique she uses to stimulate herself. Not only how she touches her vaginal area, but whether she includes her nipples, perineum or anus. I notice whether she inserts one or more fingers, and how she uses them to stimulate herself. I observe the technique she uses on her clitoris – whether she uses direct or indirect contact and whether she rubs it using circular or up-and-down motions.

I try to tell when the very first stage of her orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe her breathing, perspiration and heartbeat. I imagine what she’s fantasizing about as her body gets hotter. I watch to see if she pauses to delay her orgasm, and I count the number of times if she does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment she decides to go over the edge and when she actually reaches that point by the intensity of her stroking or pumping. And of course, I focus laser attention on her orgasm. I look for distention of her nipples and areola. I count the number and forcefulness of her vaginal contractions and whether she ejaculates. I notice how long she continues to apply stimulation when they subside. I watch whether she grooms herself afterwards; and most importantly, her demeanor to me knowing that I’ve been watching her performance so intently.”

I’d have been amused, had I not been so aroused. No one had turned the tables on me before, and I was unbelievably excited by the prospect of masturbating for him – especially after such an erotic description.

“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?”

“So do you want to move forward, or am I going to have to leave right now?” he said with a knowing smile.

I propped a pillow against the headboard as he had done and began the show. I mimicked the way he stimulated his body by beginning with my feet, torso and face. Gradually, my caresses moved to my flat stomach, belly button and outer thighs. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I moved to my inner thighs. The feeling was electric. Arousal fluid was leaking onto the sheets and I let myself feel proud about it. As I mentioned, my nipples are super sensitive and stimulating them has always been an important part of my masturbatory experiences. My areolas become mounded when my nipples are fully erect, as they were now, and I hoped my observer was pleased. At last I allowed myself to touch them; and the feeling was breathtaking. I thought of the way he kissed and sucked them and imagined him doing it now. I could easily have given myself an orgasm by continuing these caresses, but I had other plans.

My fingertips started anew at my ankles and worked their way up my inner thighs until they approached my vaginal opening. I caressed the area in a leisurely fashion until it was time to move on. Very, very lightly the tips of my fingers moved up and down my slit. I was careful not to touch my clitoris directly. My knees were raised and I spread my legs, giving better access to my fingers as they opened my body for his inspection. The fragrance of my juices permeated the room.

I explored the area between my inner and outer lips; moving up and down both sides of my opening with the fingertips of my hands. This action provided indirect stimulation to my clitoris but I was not yet ready for anything more serious. The fact that I was using two hands reminded me of the way he had stroked his erection, and that vision intensified the feelings I was experiencing. It also made me conscious of the empty feeling between my legs. My response was to abandon my lips for the moment and allow my fingers to work their way inside. I started with the middle finger of my right hand – moving it up and down my crack while slowly penetrating more deeply. I savored the gradually increasing stimulation on the inside of my channel. Finally, the invading digit could go no farther so I used it to probe my inner depths. My muscles squeezed it involuntarily. I pressed it against the roof of my canal and slowly withdrew it while maintaining upwards pressure. I allowed a bit of contact with my clit as it emerged and a shudder flowed through my body. I repeated this action until I knew it was time to stop.

Amber ran back up the stairs with a handful of ice cubes wrapped in paper towels, told me to hold it against my lip, then hurried back down the stairs, saying she had a midnight snack cooking on the stove. When she came back five minutes later she had a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in one hand and two glasses of a red table wine in the other. She sat on the bed, putting the plate between us, and handed me my glass. She took a big sip from hers.

“Let me see your lip, David. . . That’s good, honey, it already looks much better.”

“It feels fine.”

“That’s good. Next time don’t fuck me so hard, okay? That way I won’t get all excited and start biting down on your lip. It’s really all your fault, David. Next time just be a little more gentle with my pussy, okay sweetie?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking.”

“Keep talking.”

“I will.”

“Go ahead.”

“Not right now! We have to eat before it gets cold. Eat your sandwich. Four bites for you and four for me.”

Normally, I don’t have to encourage her. Amber will talk about anything and everything. Whatever pops into her head. That’s one of the many reasons we get along so well. She likes to talk and I like to listen.

Amber had made two grilled cheese sandwiches each one cut in four bite sized pieces. Honestly, they were very good, right up there with the best I’d ever had. She said good ingredients are important and that there are lots of choices, but tonight she used ciabatta bread in half inch slices and fontina and parmigiano cheese because that’s what I had on hand. The real trick, however, is to grill both sides of each slice of bread. You grill one side, flip it over like a pancake browned side up, add the cheese, a dab of butter and a pinch of sea salt, wait a minute until the underside is brown and the cheese on top starts to melt, and that’s it, close the sides up and cut and serve.

“Now you know how to cook the perfect grilled cheese, David. Don’t tell anybody okay? It’s my own secret recipe. I won’t like it if you tell people my secrets.”

“Your secrets are safe with me.”

“That’s good. Also, don’t tell people about my pussy, okay?”

“What about it?”

“Anything about it! I don’t want you talking about my pussy to your friends or, you know, people at the store or wherever.”

“At the store?”

“I’m teasing you, David! Don’t you get it? I’m telling you it’s just for you, honey. Nobody else.”

“That’s. . . sweet?”

“Of course it is. . . but seriously, don’t talk about my pussy. I know guys like to do that. Brag about all the hot pussy they’re getting.”

“Not really something I would do Amber, with anybody.”

She smiled and nodded like we had just settled a major worry. Then I realized that maybe for a teenage girl, and Amber is still just nineteen, maybe for her, locker room gossip had been a major worry.

When we finished our midnight snack Amber took the empty plate downstairs and came back with an opened bottle of wine and poured us each another glass. We sat on the bed, sipping at our drinks, the moonlight and the shadows dancing on Amber’s face. I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away and kissed me on my shoulder instead, then up to my neck, then my cheek, and only then on my mouth, a gentle closed mouth kiss.

“David, don’t be mad at me, but I think I’ve had enough for today. I just want to snuggle and talk for awhile, then I want to sleep with you. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. I like it here like this. With the moonlight shining in.”

“It’s perfect.” Amber said.

I put my empty glass on the bedside table and laid back in bed. Amber finished her wine in one gulp, leaned over me and tried to set her glass there as well, instead it fell on its side and teetered near the edge. I caught it before it rolled off the table.

“David, you need two bedside tables! I want one over here on my side of the bed.”

“That’s your side of the bed?”

“Yep. The right side is my side. No arguing.”

I told her I had a matching bedside table in the room across the hall. A room now just used for storage. However, I remembered the table still had some of Katie’s things in the drawer, so I told Amber I’d clean it up and move it into the bedroom in the morning.

“Sounds good.” Amber said.

She rolled over on top of me and pushed my legs apart with her knees. Then she scooted down and positioned my cock between her breasts. It seemed like I’d been hard all day but I quickly stiffened once again and she started rubbing one of her nipples on the underside of my shaft and pushing herself between my balls.

“Don’t get any ideas, David. I’m just practicing for tomorrow.”

“Practicing?”

She sat up and leaned back, looking down at herself, she began pushing her breasts together and rubbing her nipples hard. Amber has perfect handfuls of firm and supple breasts and her nipples are rosy red and puffy. She looked at me and grinned mischievously.

“I have to give you something to wake up early for! Or else you might be Şişli escort bayan a lazy bones and want to sleep in. So tomorrow first thing in the morning I want you to fuck my tits. Is that okay, honey? Do you think you can cum that way? Because I know I can.”

“I’m pretty sure I can too Amber. . . So, is that your morning surprise?”

Earlier in the evening Amber had mentioned a surprise for me in the morning.

“Of course not. The surprise is for after breakfast. Do I have to explain everything?”

Unconsciously she had reached down and started to rub the head of my erection in the palm of her hand and only when my precum started oozing out did she look down at the results of her attentions. She smiled and started lightly pushing against the tip, pumping at the engorged purple head with her palm.

“Are you disappointed about the titty fuck, honey?” she said.

I shook my head no but I was thinking yes. I know I was feeling an urgent need to see my cock thrusting between her supple breasts. She now had her other hand firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. Then she grabbed onto me with both hands, trying to get her fingers around the shaft.

“I love how big you are, honey. Look, I’ve got both hands wrapped around you and your head still pokes out the top! And when you’re all hard like this I can’t even make my fingers touch. That’s just how I like my lover, David. Big, but not, you know, scary big. . . What are you eight inches?”

“No. I think more like seven.”

“Should I get a ruler?” She gave me a goofy smile.

“Why?”

“Because, when I talk about you with my girlfriends I want to know what I’m talking about. That way, when they ask about you, I’ll pretend to blush and say my new boyfriend’s got a big fat eight-inch cock! I just want accuracy, David.”

“Well, it’s maybe seven something. Sorry to disappoint Amber, but I’m sure the most I would top out at would be seven and a half. Believe me, I would know if I was eight inches. Guys know exactly where we stand.”

“Awww, honey. I’m not disappointed. I’m just teasing you. You’re way big enough for me. Guys are always so sensitive about their cocks,” she said, shaking her head. “This isn’t porn, David. This is the real world. Seven is plenty big enough.”

She still had both her hands wrapped around me and she started making little squeezing motions like she was milking me.

“The first time I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Really, you’re perfect. The first time you fucked me my only thought was how great we fit together. How full I was. Honestly, David, I love your cock. See my nipples? They love it too.”

She had settled her chest over me, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other still wrapped tight around the base of my cock. I reached out and held her breasts together, enveloping the exposed top half of my shaft, the head of my cock protruding clear just below her chin. I began pressing and poking at her nipples with my thumbs. Her cleavage was literally sparkling in the light. I had to blink to focus my vision. She had tiny specs of gold glitter sprinkled all over her cleavage. I wondered where it came from? It wasn’t there earlier in the evening when I was nursing on her nipples. Now there was gold glitter on her breasts and on her nipples and now on the head of my cock as I slid between her breasts, moist and beading up with sweat.

“Where did all the glitter come from Amber?”

“Shhh, not now honey, just keep fucking me,” she said. “Let me catch my breath.”

Her grip tightened around the base of my cock, the heel of her hand pushing against my balls, the shaft and head disappearing then poking clear again as together we fucked my cock between her tits.

“I decorated myself with glitter downstairs when I was making our snack. I knew this is what I wanted,” she whispered. “I wanted to be fucked just like this, honey. I was teasing you about waiting until morning,” she said between her purring moans. “I wanted to see if you’d be. . . keep fucking me, honey. . . I just wanted. . . to see if you’d be disappointed. God, honey, I can come this way, I hope you’re ready too.”

I was ready anytime she wanted.

When I saw a glazed unfocused look coming into her eyes, I started cumming as well. She laughed as the first spurt of cum shot into the air between us, landing over my shoulder on the pillow, then two spurts more up and into her chin, then a final smaller spray out onto my hands and into her tender rosy nipples. I rubbed the warm cream all over her firm and sexy tits, now slick with cum. A single strand of white gooey sperm extended down from her chin, wavering in the air, before breaking free and falling to my chest.

“Oh my god, so much cum,” she laughed. “Did you see me, David? I was trying to catch it in my mouth!”

She wiped a glob of cream from her chin with three fingers, stuck out her tongue and licked some off, then spread the rest over her lips. She leaned down and kissed me, cum flooding into my mouth.

“I’m not going Escort Sultangazi to be the only naughty one,” she said as she kissed me. “You do everything I do, honey. Everything I do, you do it too,” she was now collapsed on my chest, whispering in my ear, her lips still wet with cum. “When I’m naughty, . . . I do it and you do it too. . . When you. . . when I do it to you. . . what am I saying?” she giggled softly. “I forget sometimes. I talk so much.” She closed her eyes and purred into my ear. “So much cum all over me, David.”

We laid breathing together maybe ten minutes or more. I was lightly running my fingers, barely touching her skin, up and down her spine. She gave me soft kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Want to take a shower?” I asked her as I lifted my head up and turned the pillow over behind me so the wet splatter would be out of the way underneath the pillow.

“Together? Take a shower together?” Amber asked.

“No, I mean, we made a mess. I thought you might want to clean up?”

“I don’t want to clean up. I like the feel and the smell. Clorox and honey, David. It’s nice. And it feels so sexy on my nipples. I love the way your cum dries tight against my skin, like glue.”

“No shower then?”

“I don’t think so, not tonight. Let’s just sleep now, honey,” Amber said. “Set your phone alarm for six, okay? We have a busy day. I want to get started early. . .”

Her mention of an early morning reminded me of Katie. I had forgotten she was flying home in the morning. I guess it really was going to be a busy day now that my ex-wife was on her way. I filled Amber in about Katie and her father and how she was flying in from D.C. to see him at the hospital in the morning. I told her I wanted to go to the hospital as well because I still was close to her dad, and that I wasn’t sure but it sounded serious, otherwise she wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to catch a flight.

“So, should I go to the hospital with you?”

“If you want to.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I think I should start meeting people you know, David. Even your ex-wife. Who knows? We might become friends!”

I nodded but didn’t say anything. I would be seriously surprised if Katelyn and Amber became friends. I was trying to play out introducing them in my head.

All I could imagine was Katie looking at me and laughing, pulling me aside and telling me, seriously David, did you have to hook up with a teenage version of myself? I know that’s pretty much exactly what she would say and, of course, she would have a right to her opinion. However, I think the truth is that while they are both beautiful with similar facial features and body types that might even match measure for measure; Amber has straight Swedish blonde hair whereas Katie is more of a wavy caramel or honey blonde. So really not even close to the same hair. Another difference is that Amber has lustrous deep green eyes while Katie’s are a changeable blue to gray, depending on the light.

Despite the clear differences, it would be just like Katie to play up their similarities to make her point, a point she’s made several times before; that my attraction to other women is more about her than me.

“So what do you think, David?” Amber was saying, shaking my arm to get my attention.

“Think about what?”

“About my going to the hospital?”

“I was thinking. . . we should all go to the hospital together, all three of us. Why not? It’s true, you guys might just get along.”

“That’s what I think too, sweetie.” She snuggled in tight. “What time is it?”

“You should get a watch, Amber.”

“I don’t want a watch, David.”

“It’s almost one-thirty.”

“It’s time to sleep David,” she sighed. “Goodnight, honey.”

I have dated since my divorce, it’s not like I never have, and Katie had even known about a few, but never anyone seriously, and I had always stayed at their house or their apartment. Amber was the first to sleep in Katie’s bed. We were spooned together with me from behind. I was slipping into sleep when I heard Amber whisper.

“David?”

“I’m almost asleep Amber.”

“You forgot to say goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Amber.”

She reached around my leg and softly rubbed the back of my knee, then scratched her fingernails lightly against that tender part of skin. And then she took a fold of skin between her thumb and her forefinger and pinched, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get my attention.

“Don’t ever forget to say goodnight, David.”

* * * *

When you’ve lived alone for ten years it can be a strange and uneasy feeling waking next to another person. Your time and your thoughts are no longer just your own. Should I shower first? I wonder what she wants for breakfast? How can such a gorgeous young girl snore like a rhinoceros? I was awake at five-thirty pondering these and other questions when Amber snorted and coughed and turned on her side, and then she was quiet again. I put my hand lightly on her back to test her breathing. She looked Taksim escort so fragile in her sleep I thought if I blinked she might disappear. I blinked and she was still there so I got up and walked naked down the stairs.

I found some clean clothes in the laundry room, khaki shorts, briefs, and a faded indigo blue t-shirt, took a quick shower in the guest bathroom, dressed, and went to the kitchen to brew coffee. I could hear Amber in the upstairs bathroom doing whatever it is girls do in the morning. I heard her shower first, but now she was running water in the tub for some reason, I couldn’t imagine why she would shower and now be taking a bath. I listened for awhile, couldn’t figure out what she was up to, and went about making protein smoothies for breakfast. Quick, easy and healthy. I make them about five days a week, mostly for breakfast, every now and then for lunch.

Normally it takes five minutes tops to make a smoothie in the blender, but I decided to take it slow, line up all the ingredients and drink a cup of coffee first. I wanted to give Amber some time to finish whatever she was up to before I went back upstairs. I looked around the kitchen and noticed everything was clean and organized. At some point Amber had cleaned the kitchen? No other explanation. I made the smoothie, drank an eight ounce glass, and took another upstairs for Amber.

I stood at the bathroom door and watched her scrubbing the bathtub. She was wearing a white t-back sports bra with yellow accents and tight little matching running shorts. Very stylish and coordinated. Her hair was pulled back in a sexy ponytail.

“Smoothie?” I held the glass out for her. “Protein, bunch of other good stuff in there.”

“Thanks, honey.” She stood up and drank the entire glass in four or five gulps. “That’s yummy, David,” she said, handing me back the glass.

“Want to know what’s in it now that you’re finished?”

“I know what’s in it. Protein powder, grape juice, berries, yogurt, a banana, some kind of oats, and maybe a few other things.”

“Pretty good guess.”

“David, you didn’t invent protein drinks. I have them all the time.”

“So, looks like you’re a clean freak, Amber. When did you do the kitchen?”

“About three to three-thirty. You were asleep. Then I came back to bed.”

“Now you’re cleaning the bathroom?”

“No need to thank me, honey.”

“Okay. I almost did, but now I won’t.”

She laughed and stepped in to kiss me. A nice hard kiss. Her skin smelled fresh like lavender soap. She told me she just liked things clean, not that I was terrible, but guys have different standards and she wanted to feel at home. She also told me not to worry my surprise was still on, that it was scheduled for eight to ten o’clock. She then casually mentioned she had texted Megan and she was bringing some more of her things over, mostly clothes, shoes, and some books.

“Megan’s coming over?”

“She’ll be here at seven.”

“Looks like you have everything under control, you know, schedule wise.”

“I like things organized.”

“I can see that.”

“We’re a couple now, David. We have to work together. Why don’t you go clear some dresser drawers for me and some closet space. I have lots of clothes.”

I nodded and went in the bedroom. The bed was made, the blinds were up and the windows were open, all six of them. The room was filled with light and cool fresh early morning air. I hadn’t had every window open in years. I looked over to Amber’s house and saw Megan standing at her bedroom window looking back at me. She waved and I waved back. She was wearing a white and pink version of Amber’s outfit. I mean, except for the color, they were exact copies. I guessed they shopped for clothes together despite their disagreements. Megan disappeared. Two minutes later there was knocking at my door.

“That’s Megan, honey. Will you get that?” Amber said.

Clearly I had lost control of everything that happened in my house. Amber was now in charge. Still, I thought, wasn’t it just yesterday that Amber and Megan were arguing on their patio and Megan was stripping off her bikini, showing herself off to me, right in front of Amber? Was that now just forgotten? I walked down the stairs and opened the door.

“Hi, David. Remember me?”

“Hi, Megan.”

She handed me a big box and told me to give it to Amber. She said she had four more just like it and turned and ran back to her house. We relayed all five boxes to Amber. I would carry one up the stairs and when I came back down, Megan would be at the door with another. After the last one, when I came down the stairs, Megan was sitting in the chair opposite and across the coffee table from the couch.

“Well? Have a seat, David.” Megan said, pointing to the couch, inviting me to sit down. I sat down. “So, how’ve ya been?” Megan said, and laughed at the absurdity of the awkward situation.

“I’m happy, Megan.”

“I can see that, David. It would have been nice to know that yesterday. How happy you are with Amber.”

“You have the same outfit as Amber. Very coordinated,” I said, making hand motions to try to indicate I meant everything she was wearing, the entire outfit. I thought changing the conversation to innocuous small talk about clothes might be the right tack to take with Megan.