My best friend Sandy and I have worked together for 2 years. We have taken trips together, gone out drinking, had some good times. She has recently divorced, while I am happily married. Last weekend, we decided to we needed a girls’ night out. We decided to have a male friend of mine drop us off at the club for a night of drinks and pool. We were dressed for a night of fun, both of us in black dresses, mine tight black velvet with a plunging neckline, hers rather short, showing off her ample thighs in black fishnet stockings. Six inch spiked heels for both of us, topping off our attire.

When we arrived at the club, Jake left us, rather reluctantly, at the front door. I noticed a group of young men standing in the parking lot, all of whom just so happened to notice us. We entered the door, paying our cover fee, and obtaining our cues. We have a particular waitress we both prefer, and she noticed us right away. After ordering our drinks, we began to set up the table for a game of nineball. Heads were beginning to turn right away as I bent over the table to square the rack. The hem of my dress rising to expose the top of my stockings. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we were on our way to a rather enjoyable evening. The table beside us had now been occupied by 3 of the young men I had noticed in the parking lot.

Sandy and I are pretty good at pool, better than most, I suppose, but she was getting the better of me, as we joked and teased each other about the game. The guys at the next table seemed to enjoy our rivalry. I had to make a rather difficult shot, and from my angle, my only chance was to sit on the corner of the table, and angle my shot at the side pocket. As I climbed up onto the table, being certain not to completely close my legs, I stradled the corner pocket just enough to allow a slight glance at my crotchless black satin panties. Sandy was standing behind me, eyeballing my shot, her long hair brushing across my shoulders. I noticed the guys had now kemalpaşa escort stopped to take a good look. The waitress came over to refill our drinks, and I missed my shot, to Sandys’ enjoyment. One of my heels had fallen to the floor while I was on the table, and now, before me stood a tall, rather handsome blue eyed fellow. He bent over to pick up my heel,and his face was now inches from my crotch. Looking down at him, I could tell by the smile on his face, he was enjoying this. Placing my heel onto my foot, he stood, taking my hand to help me down. His two friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. The young man who had helped me out was Shawn. The guys asked if they could buy us a drink.

Sandy and I agreed, and soon we were all laughing and shooting pool, Sandy and I teasing the guys as we would bend over way too far to make our shots. Soon, one of the guys, Dave, said we should place bets on our game. We agreed to play teams, Sandy and I against Dave, Shawn, and Brian. I wasnt fond of the odds, but the losers paid the table fees, so the game was on. The waitress came over with a round of drinks, and I was beginning to feel the few I had already drank. It was my turn to make a shot, and I stumbled as I leaned down to eyeball the angle. Shawn came to my aid, once again, as I laughed and leaned against the table. Placing his hand on my hip to steady me, he stood behind me, leaning down close to my face as I felt his hand slide up my dress. Sandy and the guys were sitting on stools in the corner talking and laughing, both guys with their eyes glued to her. Of course, I missed my shot as Shawns’ hand slid further up my dress and across my ass. Turning around to face him, he kissed me, his tongue brushing across my lips. Sandy and I were both rather intoxicated by this time, and she asked if I needed to go to the little girls’ room, I said yes, and the guys ordered another round of drinks from our waitress as we walked away. In the restroom, kemer escort Sandy and I decided these guys were hot enough, and we wanted to see what else they were good at.

Walking back to the table, Sandy told Dave that we thought we would call our friend to come take us home. Of course he said that wasnt necessary, he, Brian and Shawn could give us a ride home. We agreed, paid our table fees and left with them. It had started to rain as we stepped out the door and got into their Explorer. Dave was driving, and Sandy took the passenger seat. I was in the middle between Shawn and Brian in the back seat, which was just fine with me. My long dark hair was soaked from the rain. Brian had been pretty quiet for most of the evening, but he began to come around as his hand rested on my knee in the cramped backseat. I had one hand on Shawns thigh, the other resting in my lap. Shawn was running his hand through my hair, when all of a sudden, he forcefully brought my face into his as his tongue probed my mouth, fighting with my own tongue. Suddenly, Brians’ hand slipped up my dress, and before I knew it, I was being invaded by these two guys. I pulled away from them, pressing my heels into the floorboard, and raising my dress to expose my now throbbing pussy. I leaned over, placing my face in Shawns’ lap and brought my legs up to rest in Brians’. As Shawn unzipped his pants to expose his stiff cock, Brian slid two fingers into my tight cunt. I could hear Sandy and Dave in the front, and now noticed that we were no longer moving, I didnt know where we were and didnt really seem to give a damn at the moment. I just wanted these two guys any way I could get them. Brian moved my legs, and managed to remove his own pants, positioning me on my knees. He moved around behind me, and I felt his fat cockhead at my opening. Placing my lips around Shawns cockhead, and hungrily sucking his entire shaft into my mouth, as Brian began fucking me, his hands on my hips, pulling at the keşan escort straps of my garter, I could hear muffled moans from the front seat.

She must be sucking him off, I thought. Shawn had his hands tangled in my hair, pushing and pulling my mouth up and down his shaft, fucking my mouth as if it were the last piece of ass he would ever get. Brian was reaming my asshole with his finger as his cock plunged in and out of my pussy. I felt a rush of heat, and the walls of my pussy began to convulse. I couldnt get enough of these two cocks, I bucked back against Brian as he reamed 2 fingers in and out of my asshole, he grabbed my hair with his free hand, and pulled my head back, “Tell me you want it.” he said, I couldnt say anything, as my orgasm had now taken over. My mouth was bobbing up and down on Shawns cock as he pushed my head down, cumming down my throat. I swallowed hard, just in time to let out a loud groan as my pussy convulsed around Brians’ cock, sending my juices running down his balls. I quickly turned around, taking his balls into my hand, and his cock into my mouth, licking my juices off his cock. As I squeezed his balls in my hand, I impaled my mouth down his shaft, sucking hard on my way back up, he took my head into both his hands, and shoved his cock into the back of my throat, holding me there as he came. I heard Sandy laugh in the front seat, as she said, “You take it girl”. I swallowed as I felt Brians grip on my head loosen. My swollen cunt lips soaked of my own juices, I licked the remainder of their cum from my lips as I slowly pulled my dress back down, and took my place in the middle of the seat. Dave asked if we were ready to go and we were on our way home.

When we arrived at Sandys’ house, Dave got out and opened her door for her as they shared a good bye kiss. Brian opened his door and helped me out, my heels in my hand. Shawn had came around to this side too, and kissed me, whispering, “Thank you” into my ear. Brian put his arms around my waist and kissed me. Sandy and I walked into the house as the guys drove away. We decided we would have to have these nights out more often, and I called Jake to take me home. I had just had a wonderful fuck, with two great guys, now it was time to go home to my husband… freshly fucked and ready for more.

“Jason, this is Gabi, she is our Sr. Vice President of Capital Market Relations for our UK division.” John said.

“Nice to meet you Gabi.” I said as I greeted her.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Gabi replied.

John was the COO for a network of hospitals in the UK. My company was looking at investing a significant amount of capital into their corporation. We had already spent months analyzing their financials and this trip was to get a visual inspection of their operations and give them a purchase agreement.

“How was your flight over?” John asked.

“Honestly, it was longer than I liked.” I replied.

“I can understand, those flights are not my favorite either.” John said.

“Did you get in late last night?” John asked.

“It was early evening. I had a chance to unwind for a little while in the hotel.” I told them.

“Jason, I’m going to leave you in good hands and let Gabi show you around our campus and then she will show you to our conference room where you can set up and work today.” John told me.

After John left Gabi started the tour of the hospital campus. She was very friendly and very, very attractive. I couldn’t help but wonder if John didn’t purposely assign her to be my guide. She was dressed in a black dress with dark black tights and high heels. She had dark brown shoulder length hair and she wore glasses. She had a very sexy, professional look. I was guessing she was in her early thirties, but later found out she was almost forty.

“We are very excited to have you here Jason.” Gabi said.

“I’m excited to be here. We have been working on this deal a long time and I’m ready to get it closed.” I told her.

“I think we all are. John has been very stressed over this as well. The new capital will really help us grow our operations.” Gabi said.

“How long have you been with the company?” I asked.

“About ten years.” Gabi answered.

“That’s a while. Are you from this area?” I asked.

“Yes I am. I grew up in a small town about thirty minutes from here. I met my husband when we were in college. He is from here as well, so we started a family here.” Gabi answered.

“Do you have kids?” I asked.

“Yes, we have a six year old son.” Gabi answered.

“That’s a great age.” I responded.

“What about you Jason? Are you married? Any children?” Gabi asked.

“I’m actually single. I’ve been dating someone, but it’s been an on again off again type thing. I don’t have any kids yet.” I said.

“Well, that sounds like a fun relationship. Are you currently on or off?” Gabi asked.

“I’m going to say we are off. I think.” I said.

“You don’t sound too certain.” Gabi commented.

“Well, I have to keep my options open.” I joked.

“Options open while you are on an international business trip?” Gabi asked.

“Now karşıyaka escort you understand.” I joked with her.

“Well, don’t get yourself in too much trouble while you are over here.” Gabi commented.

“Don’t worry, so far I’ve only seen one attractive woman that I like.” I told her.

“Really?” Gabi said with her mind wondering who I was talking about.

“Yes, she is very attractive, but unfortunately she is married.” I joked.

“A married woman is something that could get you into trouble.” Gabi said picking up on my advance.

“I’ll try to be good on the trip.” I said.

Gabi and I continued the tour for the next hour. She answered all my questions about the facilities. She was the perfect host. After the tour she showed me to the conference room to finish up my work.

I spent a few hours working in the conference room and I kept thinking about Gabi. We had only been together a couple hours but she was really having an effect on me. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to see her again.

“Jason, how is your work going?” John asked as he called to check in on me.

“Things are going well.” I told him.

“Did Gabi show you around?” John asked.

“Yes, the tour was very nice. Gabi is great and was an excellent host.” I told him.

“Perfect. Are we still on for dinner this evening?” John asked.

“Yes, that sounds good. Who all will be joining us?” I asked.

“I will have Chris and Sam with me.” John answered. Chris was the companies CFO and Sam worked under him. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, that is okay. What about Gabi? Will she be joining us?” I asked.

“I didn’t have it planned for her to attend, but we can have her attend as well if you would like?” John said.

“I think it would be great if she could.” I told him.

I worked a while longer and was still thinking about Gabi. I was excited about seeing her at dinner. I couldn’t wait for dinner though, I went off looking for her. I searched the offices but was not finding her. I think I looked for about thirty minutes. Finally, I saw her all alone in the company break room.

“Here you are.” I said as I walked in.

“Hey, how are you? How is your work going? Are you getting closer to finalizing the purchase agreement?” She asked.

“I am. I keep getting distracted.” I mentioned.

“Distracted, how?” Gabi asked.

“Yes, there is this married woman and that is causing the distraction.” I said.

“Okay, I see now. So this married woman is keeping you from doing your work?” Gabi said playing along.

“Exactly.” I said.

“Well, I doubt she is keeping you from doing your work.” Gabi said.

“I keep thinking about her.” I said.

“Well, just try not to think about her then.” Gabi said.

“I kartepe escort tried, she is just way to sexy.” I replied.

“You think she is sexy?” Gabi asked.

“Yes, incredibly sexy!” I relied.

“But she is married.” Gabi said.

“That is a problem.” I mentioned.

“Being married typically is with these types of situations.” Gabi answered.

“I asked her out to dinner tonight.” I told her.

“I heard about that. Are you sure she said yes. I mean, she is married.” Gabi replied.

“I haven’t heard if she said yes or not, but I’m working on this really big transaction and I’m thinking she needs to be there to help close it.” I said.

“Well, Jason, that sounds naughty. So you are wanting this married woman there at dinner to help entice you into closing this deal?” Gabi asked.

“Yes, that sounds about right.” I answered.

“And, you are wanting her to flirt with you? Tease you?” Gabi asked.

“Those things sound great.” I said as I realized I was standing very close to Gabi and she was up against the counter.

“How far would you like her to take it? Are you wanting to touch her? Kiss her? Fuck her?” Gabi asked.

“That would be I nice evening.” I mentioned.

“What about her husband?” Gabi asked.

“That is unfortunate. I’m sure he would understand it’s what’s best for her career. I would make sure to mention to the board how instrumental she was in getting this transaction closed. That would most certainly result in a very big salary increase. That would be very good for her family.” I said.

“I would image she would be tempted by that.” Gabi said.

“So I just need to figure out what to do.” I told her as I put my hand on Gabi’s waist.

“I think you should just go for it.” Gabi said.

My hand slide down the front of Gabi’s dress. My hand stopped about mid thigh. I was feeling her leg and felt my way back up grabbing her dress in the process. I lifted her dress up so that her thigh high tops were showing. At that moment I leaned in and kissed her. Gabi kissed me back as my fingers felt the skin on her upper thigh.

“I’ll see you tonight at dinner!” I told Gabi as I pulled back from her and left the room.

We met for dinner at a nice restaurant across from my hotel. John, Chris, and Sam did most of the talking. Gabi was mostly silent we talked business most of the dinner.

“Well guys, thank you for a nice dinner. I’m going to head back to my hotel and call it a night. I’ll sign the purchase agreement and bring it by in the morning.” I told them.

I could see on Gabi’s face that she seemed a little confused about me just leaving after what had happened in the employee break room. With the other three guys from her company there she didn’t have an opportunity to say much.

“Oh, kaş escort Gabi, I forgot to give you back your copy of the quarterly statement you gave me to review today.” I said as I reached into my carry bag and pulled out a folder.

“Thank you. You could have given me this tomorrow, but now is okay I guess.” Gabi said taking the folder.

“I guess I could have, but just so I don’t forget.” I told her.

I returned to my room and waited. Inside the folder I gave Gabi was a note with my hotel room number. I waited about 5 minutes and heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door to find Gabi. She walked straight in to the room and kissed me. The force of her walking towards me carried us back close to the bed. Gabi pushed me back on the bed. She reach back and started unzipping her dress. I laid on the bed watching. Gabi let the dress fall to the floor. She had on a very sexy pair of black panties and a bra. She quickly took off her bra and slid down her panties.

After taking off her panties she was wearing black thigh highs and black 5 inch heels. Gabi walked over to me and started on my belt buckle and pants. With my help, within seconds I had my pants and shirt off. Gabi grabbed my socks and pulled them off.

I was laying on my back and Gabi got on the bed with one knee. Her other foot was still on the floor. Looking me in the eye she began to rub my cock through my boxer briefs. She was using her hand to stroke my cock. I was very hard. The tip of my cock was poking out of the top of my boxer briefs.

Gabi grabbed my boxer briefs at each side and pulled them down. She pulled them all the way off me. I was completely nude, with a hard on, laying back on the bed.

Gabi was very determined. Still making eye contact she crawled onto the bed and straddled me. I noticed her shaved pussy as she took one hand and held my cock and lowered her pussy down on me. She was very wet and she went right down on me.

Gabi started riding me. She lifted up and down making sure to take my entire cock inside her. Her hands were and my chest and her nails were digging in to me.

She fell down onto my chest and started kissing me. My hands reached around and grabbed her ass. She kept ridding me.

Gabi started moaning more and more. She kept kissing me intensely. Her nails were driving into my back. I felt her starting to cum. She pulled up from kissing me and froze. Her eyes rolled back so I could only see the whites of her eyes. I kept fucking her and thrusting upward as she came.

She regained eye contact and kept fucking me. She maintained eye contact for a while. I felt her start to cum again. This time she came while maintaining eye contact. I was on the verge myself. Gabi kept fucking me after she came the second time. Still making eye contact I came inside Gabi. She pushed down hard on my cock making sure I came deep inside her.

After I came, Gabi stayed on top of me for a few moments. She then kissed me. Without saying a word, she got off me and got dressed. After she was dressed she kissed me goodbye and left my room.

The next morning I signed the purchase agreement.

Sleety rain had begun to fall as Jill and I ran to the restaurant entrance and dashed through the doors. I folded my umbrella and knocked the water from it before slotting it into the rack.

Following Jill inside, the sudden noise of lighthearted chatter hit me along with the stuffy heat of the busy dining room. Most of the noise was coming from the crowded table in the far corner of the tinsel and holly draped room and I recognised the voices and laughter of our friends. There was an ironic cheer as they saw us and beckoned us over with cries of; ‘What time do you call this?’ and ‘It’s always the ones who live the closest that arrive last!’

I grinned ruefully back at our friends and said pointedly, “In my defence, I would have been on time, but someone, didn’t want the rain to spoil her hairstyle, so we had to go back and fetch the car!’

Jill playfully punched my arm. ‘But then someone couldn’t find his car keys could he?’

I shrugged sheepishly and sat at the vacant chair at the end of the long table.

It was an annual tradition to have a meal out with our friends before Christmas. Both Debbie and Jonathan had birthdays on the 5th and 2nd of December respectively and for years now we had used it as an ill-disguised excuse for an early Christmas party.

About a dozen friends were seated along the either side of the table. Some were pulling Christmas crackers with their neighbour, others already wore their cheerful paper crowns.

One of the merrymakers who was seated further down the table was Sally. My eyes met hers fleetingly as I waved a general greeting at those sitting around her. I was aware that my heart was suddenly thudding.

The last time Sally and I had met, it was late summer at a pre-arranged “chance encounter” outside the sandwich shop one lunchtime. We had talked in a business-like manner about how the “thing” we’d had going on must come to an end. Earlier in the year, after years of flirting via text, we’d had sex together in order to get our frustration and curiosity out of our systems. A few months after, we had another frantic, lustful encounter on my desk at work, but we both knew that it had to stop.

I hadn’t been in touch with her since, no texts or chance meetings, so, although I knew that she would be here, to see her again, beaming at me made my insides flip over.

Sally looked really good. Her make-up was discreet and classy with cherry red lipstick that seemed to offer a glossy invitation. Her fair hair was sleek and shiny. Her black tunic-style top with sequined detail that glittered alluringly, hugged her lithe body in all the right places. I noticed with relief that Max, her husband, was not with her and assumed that he’d picked the short straw for babysitting their young daughter.

With a panicky rush I broke eye contact. I felt unreasoned fear that if I looked at Sally for a moment longer, my friends would surely suspect something had happened between us.

My chair was at the opposite end of the long table to Sally and on the same side, which, I found to my relief, meant that, whilst seated, making further further accidental eye contact was unlikely.

I passed on the offer of wine and poured myself a glass of water instead. When Debbie commented on this, Jill laughed derisively. “Matt was out with his work colleagues for a Christmas party last night and today he doesn’t want a drink! I wonder why that is?”

I grinned ruefully, it had been a boozy and late evening and it’d taken most of the day to recover from. What was more, I had another Christmas party with the regional office lined up next week, so I figured that a sober evening might be a good idea.

The evening passed with shouts of raucous laughter, gossiping about mutual acquaintances and the recollection of times past. The wine flowed lavishly for all but me. As the restaurant began to empty and fellow revellers paid their bills and left, I was suddenly aware of a hand on my shoulder as someone walked past the back of my chair. Glancing up I saw that Sally was talking on her mobile and walking over to the restaurant window that had steamed up. She wiped a peephole in the condensation and peered out, still talking to somebody on the other end of the line. After a moment peering out into the darkness, Sally said goodbye and hung up to her caller and turned back to the table.

She waited until the friends were paying attention before making an announcement

“Hey everybody, that was Max. He’s been trying to call me for ages, but I didn’t hear my phone, apparently all the roads around where we live are completely impassable.”

There was a puzzled silence. “what do you mean impassable?” somebody asked.

Sally pointed towards the wet window. “It’s been snowing hard for the last hour.”

There was a rush to look outside. The air was thick with large, fluffy snowflakes that were spiralling down onto the already white pavement. In the road, the snow had been churned into brown ruts, but these were already turning a pristine karaköprü escort white in the blizzard.

The evening ended. Suddenly everyone was leaving, paying their portion of the bill, shrugging their coats on and offering to walk friends home who lived nearby.

Jill swayed over to me. It didn’t take much wine to make Jill merry and she’d had enough to make her very giggly. She clung onto me as we headed for the door with the rest of the crowd.

We followed our friends as they spilled out onto the pavement and into the white, whirling flakes. A good-natured snowball whizzed overhead. Suddenly there was a squeal and a shout of laughter and I saw that someone had slipped and fallen.

Sally was lying prone in the fluffy snow laughing hysterically. Many hands helped raise her to her feet and tried to dust off the snow that was sticking to her jacket and trousers.

There was a collective wishing of “Merry Christmas” to each other and hugs and kisses all round.

As the group split to go their separate ways and Jill and I turned to go back to the car, I heard a shout behind us. Sally was trying to catch us up, tottering on her heels in the slippery, powdery snow, giggling as she came.

She squealed as she nearly slipped over again as she reached us and grabbed my arm to steady herself. “Can I get a lift with you guys?” she asked breathlessly. “I don’t mean my house, I’m going to have to stay at my mum and dad’s tonight, the taxi I booked has called to say he’s stuck and no-one wants to take the job of driving me up the hill to where I live.”

We readily agreed, after all, Sally’s parents lived not far from our house so it wouldn’t mean a diversion.

The short walk to the car was memorable as Jill hugged my arm on my left and Sally had looped her arm through mine on my right, both pressing themselves against me to gain the shelter from my umbrella. The feeling of their bodies so close to me and the small of their combined perfumes was intoxicating.

We reached the car and, after I’d knocked the snow from the top of the doors and started it up, we drove slowly out of the car park through the deserted, snowy streets.

“That’s funny, there’s no answer.” Sally said from the back seat. She had been trying to call her parents to warn them that she would be their guest for the night but no-one was picking up. “I’ll try her mobile.”

Her call connected as we pulled slowly into the drive. We dashed inside, out of the whirling flakes. Sally followed us inside, still chattering to her mother about the snowstorm. All was quiet and dark upstairs, it appeared that our sons had managed to put themselves to bed in decent time without incident.

As Jill removed her coat, shaking the snowflakes from the hood, Sally looked up, still with the phone to her ear.. “Mum and dad are stuck at my sister’s so the house is empty. The good news is that I’ve got a key, the bad news is that the central heating boiler is a bit ropey and I’m waiting to speak to dad who is going to give me instructions on starting it. Apparently they’ve been waiting for a repairman to fix it, it keeps shutting down and needs booting up again.”

Jill slid her shoes off with visible relief. “Matt will walk you round and get it working for you. and if he can’t and it’s freezing, you can crash out here.” She sagged against me sleepily “I’m falling asleep on my feet, I’ve got to go up to bed.” Jill hugged Sally, planted an unsteady kiss on my cheek and wearily ascended the stairs.

I waited in the hall for an awkward moment as Sally waited for her father to come on the line. She glanced upstairs and gave me a curious smile which seemed to carry some sort of meaning, however my mind was spinning so fast at the possibilities of our situation had offered that I couldn’t interpret it.

As Sally started talking to her dad, I took the opportunity to check on the boys. They were both sleeping peacefully their rooms, warm and silent. I tucked them in, crossed the landing and popped my head round the corner of our bedroom to tell Jill that I was about to head out with Sally. The room was in darkness and Jill was already in bed, her regular deep breathing telling me that she had crashed out almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow.

I felt a thrill run through me. I was about to be alone with Sally. Would our good intentions hold out against temptation? I wondered how far I could push things without going over the edge. I wanted to feel what it was like to kiss her again, maybe we could just have a Christmas kiss and leave it at that? “Maybe”, a wicked voice whispered in my head, “maybe we could do a lot of other things as well!” The thought made me grin widely and I retreated silently from our bedroom with a quickening pulse.

I could hear Sally’s conversation coming to a close as I made my way downstairs.

“Yes Dad, you said that already…yep…ignite the pilot light and gently release the priming button…got it…” She rolled her eyes at karatay escort me and smiled. Sally’s dad was a fastidious, fussy man and I could imagine the other end of the conversation as he talked her through the technicalities of the boiler in great detail.

“OK Dad we’ll give it a go, thanks. Goodnight, love you.” she rang off and smiled that curious smile again. “Nothing’s ever straightforward with my dad.” she chuckled and then paused, her smile fading. “You don’t have to come along you know, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

For a moment I was dumbstruck. Was she brushing me off? Had I misjudged the situation? There was a long pause between us as I struggled for the right thing to say before Sally burst into laughter.

“Your face! She chuckled. I’m just kidding!” and she chuckled at my discomfort. Then her face changed and she raised a wicked eyebrow. “I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to need you before the night is through.”

Despite my efforts to remain cool, a wide, irrepressible grin curled across my face. I grabbed my coat and umbrella and opened the door. Cold air and a few flakes of fluffy snow whipped into hall.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Always.” Sally replied with another knowing smile.

The street was eerily quiet, all sound muffled with the soft blanket of white that lay in thick swathes everywhere. Snowflakes whipped around us, even under the protection of my umbrella, making us blink them away when they flew into our faces.

Sally had immediately hugged my arm for support as we tiptoed across the white road and, once again I became very conscious of her body pressing against mine and although I was sober, her heady perfume made my head spin.

Steadily, slowly and without further conversation, we made our way down the road concentrating on keeping our feet.

Very soon we arrived at Sally’s parents’ house which lay in cold darkness. Sally relinquished hold of me and fumbled for her keys, her hands shaking with cold. Inside, the house was chilly and silent. Clearly the central heating was not working. As Sally clicked the lights on I knocked the snow off my boots, before closing the door.

The deep quiet of the empty house surrounded us. My hands trembled as I unlaced and removed my boots and it wasn’t because of the cold. I took off my coat and looked around the neat and tidy kitchen.

Sally had kicked off her shoes and opened the cupboard where the boiler lived. Without looking round she said, “My Dad says that there’s a fire laid in the grate ready to go. Could you light it for me please? the matches are on the mantelpiece. That way, even if I can’t get this working, at least I’ll have one warm room.”

“No problem.” I replied.

Tearing my gaze from her shapely ass as she leaned forward into the cupboard I walked into the darkened lounge beyond the kitchen door.

I groped for a lightswitch but there didn’t seem to be any located inside the door where I’d expect one, however, light was spilling into the room from the kitchen, so I walked over to the fireplace and found the matches. Kneeling in front of the fire I struck a match and set the flame to the spills of newspaper jammed beneath the neatly piled logs. The flames took hold, and soon the logs were making popping noises as the heat built.

As I was about to toss the still-lit match into the fireplace, I noticed on the hearth, a large, red scented candle with a Christmassy design on it. On a whim, I used the last flicker of the match to light the candle and soon the heady scent of cinnamon, cloves and cranberries started to fill the room.

In the kitchen, Sally was repeatedly clicking the ignitor button on the boiler. Judging by her soft, muttered curses it seemed that she was not having any success. Eventually, with an exclamation of “Godammit!” she paused and then I heard her call me through.

“What’s up?” I enquired, “is it not cooperating”

Sally grinned sourly. “Can you have a go?” there was a tremor to her voice and her hands shook. “My fingers are so cold I can’t feel them anymore and my clothes are soaking from when I fell over, so I need to find something dry to change into.” She smiled a weak smile and left me alone in the freezing kitchen.

Trying to get the boiler to work was infuriating. The blue flame of the pilot light would spring up readily, before flickering and dying. The repeated tinny ping of the button was starting to make my ears ring and my curses became louder as the fickle flame died again and again.

Finally, the flame ignited, remained steady and with a blessed whomph and a clattering noise, the boiler lurched into action.

With unnecessary stealth backed away from the boiler as if it I might startle it into shutting down again. The radiator in the kitchen began to tick rhythmically as the heat began to spread through the system.

I wondered what to do now. I felt Sally’s presence in the house as an almost tangible thing. Was she lying across a bed upstairs waiting for me? karesi escort Was I misjudging the whole situation? Hadn’t we agreed that we’d got this thing between us “out of our systems”? Would I be rejected by Sally if I came on to her now? I softly cursed the effect she had upon me.

The sensible, honourable thing to do would be to call out my farewells to Sally and go back home to my slumbering wife and family, but a powerful sense of anticipation kept me from doing so, the moment for doing the right thing passed and, subconscious decision made, I walked into the darkened lounge.

Sally was sitting on the hearthrug in front of the fire. She had changed her clothes and was now almost buried in a large, thick, warm-looking dressing gown that I guessed was her dad’s.

The room was Illuminated by the flickering light from the fire and the candle and, in the corner, Sally had switched on the lights of the Christmas tree that cast multi-coloured shadows across the ceiling.

The spicy aroma of the candle hit me again as I crossed the room. I knelt down close behind Sally and wrapped my arms around her middle, my heart racing at the feeling of my hands on her body. She leant back into me, her head resting against my chin, her hair smelled of coconut and exotic fruit.

We sat there in silence for what seemed like a long time, enjoying the feeling of warmth from the fire washing over us and the feeling of being so close to each other.

“So what’s Santa going to bring you for Christmas? Are you on the naughty list or the nice list?” Sally asked without looking around.

“I’m not sure,” I replied, grinning. “I think I’ve been nice most of the time.”

“Only most of the time?” She asked.

“Well, there were one or two occasions…” I paused.

“Yes?”

“Yeah, one or two occasions when I was a little bit naughty…” I slid my hand up to her breast and gently squeezed it through the thick fluffy material. Sally reacted by inhaling sharply and arching her back, pushing backwards into me.

“…So I might just get a piece of coal in my stocking this year.”

Sally shifted around slightly to look at me. “I think you’re nice!” she said, a wicked gleam appearing in eye. She turned back to face the fire, “Mind you, I think you’re especially nice when you’re being naughty!”

As she turned back, the dressing gown gaped at her neck, exposing a naked shoulder. I leant forward and planted a series of kisses along her collarbone whilst squeezing her breast again.

Sally moaned and turned her head trying to kiss me and we laughed at the awkwardness of trying to kiss around a corner.

Sally rose onto her knees and turned to face me. We embraced in a long, lingering kiss, my hands stroking the curves of her back through the fluffy fabric of her gown.

The kiss grew in intensity

“Stand up.” Sally instructed gazing at me levelly.

I rose to my feet and Sally did likewise. She plucked at my pullover and polo shirt and I assisted, drawing them over my head together. The cool air in the room made my skin feel ultra sensitive, the sensation making my cock swell to full hardness against the taut fabric of my trousers..

I reached to remove Sally’s dressing gown, but she retreated laughing. “No chance! I’m still bloody freezing!”

I raised a disbelieving eyebrow, “so I get to freeze and you stay all toasty? How is that fair?”

Sally moved close to me, mischief still dancing in her eyes. “But life’s not fair hun,” she fumbled with my belt, my cock almost ached with the anticipation of her touch, “but sometimes…” my belt released and she popped the button of my trousers and worked the zipper down, “…sometimes, life has its compensations.” My trousers slid to the floor.

Sally’s eyes slid to my underwear that bulged comically in front of her. I was desperate to feel her touch on my throbbing shaft, but Sally had other ideas.

“Take them off and lie down on the hearth rug.” she ordered.

Wondering what she had in mind, I quickly stripped off my pants and hopped out of my socks. Now completely naked, I lay down on the thick hearthrug whilst Sally grinned down at me. The warmth of the fire washed over my right side yet on my left, the chill in the room still tingled on my skin.

Looking up, I saw Sally grinning down at me. Her eyes wandered down my prone body, pausing at my twitching manhood. She walked unhurriedly around me, pausing when she was standing at my head. I reached up and stroked her legs, being rewarded with a fleeting view of her pussy between the loose, fluffy folds of her dressing gown.

She paused as if unsure what to do next and then she slowly knelt down either side of my head, her pussy only inches above my salivating mouth. Gradually she sank over my face until the warm, wet lips of her pussy parted and her sweet musk surrounded me.

As she lay down on my body I pushed the suffocating folds of the dressing gown over her ass and, with deliberate slowness, slid the tip of my tongue along her moist pussy lips until I found the nub of her clitoris where I gently circled my tongue around it.

I was rewarded with a long, deep moan from Sally and she squirmed deliciously. I could feel her hot breath on my groin and my cock surged to full stiffness, aching to feel her touch.

We cuddle together on the sofa. If not for the several canned candles scattered about the room, it would be completely dark, since the neighborhood suffers from a lack of electricity. A slight breeze passes between the open windows, preventing the smoke from the cinnamon-scented incense from building up and stinging our eyes. Occasionally, a neighbor’s dog will bark, or a lone vehicle will meander down the street; otherwise, it is just you and me, in the dark, alone.

In the quiet of the night, I gently brush the hair away from your face, and gaze upon your sparkling eyes, seeing the flame of love burning deep within you. You caress my cheek, then your lips are upon mine, pressing softly, gently, like a butterfly landing upon a flower. My arms slightly tighten their hold on you, but you do not seem to mind as the kiss extends, just like a certain part of me.

Slowly, I move a hand from your back, sliding it up to your shoulder, slithering up the side of your neck. The fingers gently toy with your hair, stroking the individual strands. You rest your head upon my shoulder, your grip on me tightening nicely as I pet you like a contented kitten, knowing full well that you could quickly turn into a ferocious tigress. But for now, you are docile, quiet, content to simply be petted and stroked, and I am just as content to simply pet you and stroke you.

Eventually, the same hand slowly descends your face, pausing long enough to catch your chin and lift your lips to mine for a soft kiss. As you again rest your head upon my shoulder, the hand glides lower, over your collarbone and slowly continuing its downward trek, following the gentle swell of a breast. Through your t-shirt, I trace the outline of the cup of your bra, a finger slowly moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, making no further attempt to descend to other areas of your pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, and you whimper softly before you kiss the side of my neck.

Back and forth, back and forth, but you move downward, sliding a hand down my own t-shirt, pausing briefly to finger my nipples through the garment. We kiss again, and this time, my hand rests fully upon your breast, squeezing rhythmically. I can feel the nipple – small and hard – trying to prick my palm despite the t-shirt and the bra you wear.

Those barriers will need to be removed.

Eventually.

For now, I am content to simply squeeze one of the visible signs of your femininity, content to feel you whimper softly into my mouth, content to feel your fingers now stroking along the length of my erection through my shorts and briefs.

Even when the kiss ends, the touches continue. I am already aware of the small drops of clear fluid at the tip of my manhood, so I am almost positive that a similar reaction is taking place inside your panties. We gaze into each other’s eyes once again, and I am almost positive that I can see a single flame burning deep within you; that flame is an odd counterpoint to the “innocent schoolgirl” expression you give me, even as I fondle your chest, and I smile at the juxtaposition.

Are you thinking the same thing? Your smile would seem to indicate that you are.

My other hand now slips up your back, pausing to finger the clasp of your bra through the t-shirt. Yes, both garments must eventually be removed – perhaps by me, perhaps by you. In my mind’s eye, I can already see you standing before me, topless, then straddling my legs as I sit on the sofa, graciously holding your feminine orbs to present them to me, leaning closer so that I can sample them with my lips and tease the nipples with my teeth.

But for now, I bring my free hand to your shoulder and move aside the neckline of your t-shirt. Gently, I nibble at the newly-exposed flesh; I even grab the bra strap with my teeth and tug gently, this as I squeeze your breast a little harder. I bite your shoulder a little harder, and a little harder, and a little harder, until you finally shudder just slightly and gasp past my ear – the very reaction I was hoping to elicit from you; the fact that you squeeze my throbbing hardness a bit tighter is essentially a “bonus” reaction, especially nice for me.

So I bite your shoulder again, even harder, just so I can listen to you gasp again, this time a little louder.

Slowly, I lick my way across to your collarbone, up your neck, across your cheek, and gently suck on your lower lip, but just briefly. Then your tongue knocks at my mouth, and I eagerly invite it inside to explore.

Your tongue is inside me, much like I would like to be inside you… but, of course, all in due time.

All in due time.

After briefly sucking on your tongue, I disengage, maneuvering you so that you lay across my lap, your head resting on the end of the sofa. I am certain that you can feel my hardness pressing into your side, just above the hip, but I doubt that you mind.

Reverently, I lift the base of your t-shirt, exposing your stomach kadirli escort to the flickering candlelight. I look into your eyes and drink in your smile as my hands gently stroke the newly-exposed skin, my touches light and slow, as if I were a young teenager exploring a girl’s body for the very first time. I wonder what you would do if I were to reach over to the end table, lift a candle from its holder, and drip some of its hot wax upon your stomach? You know how I truly enjoy watching you squirm as candle wax is dripped upon your bare skin, especially as it slowly covers your breasts. But, alas, I cannot reach the candle without first dislodging you from your position across my lap.

My left hand lifts, landing upon your forehead to begin caressing your face. I trace along your lips with a finger, allowing you to eventually suck me into your mouth and tease me with your tongue. Your hands close around my hand and wrist, ensuring that the finger will remain in place as you suck and nibble and lick and tease.

My right hand slips over your shorts and cups you between the legs, squeezing gently. Very quickly, I establish a slow, sensual rhythm, matching the pace your mouth has set as your sucking actions cause my finger to slowly move within you. Your hips also begin to rise and fall in time with our silent music, meeting the added pressure of my hand’s squeezing.

Another car rumbles along the street, but I can just barely hear it, as my attention is focused upon the beautiful young woman draped across me. I withdraw my finger from your mouth, and smile at your playful, disappointed pout. With one final squeeze between your legs, my hands move to your t-shirt, and move it slowly up your torso, ultimately revealing your bra: traditional white, the color of purity and innocence, contrasting with our not-so-innocent foreplay.

My hands knead your swells through the bra, feeling their heat. Your eyes are closed as you drink in the sensations, your lips parted slightly. My thumbs find your nipples through the cups of your bra and gently flick back and forth, purposely trying to make the small buds even harder and more sensitive.

You slip a hand between us, and start to unbuckle my belt. I know exactly what you are after, but nonetheless, I take my hands from your chest and retract your hand. At least for the moment, I just want you to feel, to experience, to enjoy. Allow me to touch you; allow me to demonstrate with my hands just how much care for and love you.

But you apparently want none of that – you obviously wish to take a more active role. You sit up in my lap, hugging me tightly as your lips focus upon my neck. My hands slip up underneath your t-shirt, scratching gently at your back just before I release the clasp of your bra – but not without a little bit of typical male difficulty. I feel your giggle against my neck as you continue to lick and kiss me there, but at least the clasp has been successfully released.

Then again, unlike you, it isn’t every day that I find myself removing a bra.

Instinctively, you slither back a little, and together we remove your t-shirt, banishing it to the floor. As we kiss again, the bra follows, essentially exiled from our consciousness. You shift position to straddle my legs, our kiss not ending until you slowly rise on your knees, bringing your chest to the level of my face. You cradle my head as if I were a tiny newborn child, and I suckle gently, as if I could drink from you.

I may not be able to draw milk from you, but I do draw a soft, contented sigh. That is good enough for me, and more than enough to spurn me on. I only wish I had two heads, to gently please each nipple simultaneously.

Instead, one hand gently manipulates your unoccupied breast, while my other hand slides across your derrière. For a moment – just a moment – I think of the last spanking I gave you, in very different circumstances.

But, I decide, this is not the time for a spanking… unless you request it, of course. Instead, I content myself with grabbing the nipple between my teeth, biting you just enough to make you gasp, then tugging repeatedly as you moan softly above me, your fingers curling in my short hair.

I release your nipple and gently nudge you away. You seem to be a mind reader, as your hands instantly move to the bottom of my own t-shirt. I lean forward, away from the back of the sofa, and allow you to reveal my chest. My chest may not be quite as interesting as yours, but when you lean forward again and your chest touches mine, we both sigh happily as we share a long, heartfelt hug, with my t-shirt joining yours on the floor.

A dog barks quietly in the distance as your hips begin to move. You treat me to a lap dance, pressing your body against mine. There may be a lack of electricity in the neighborhood, but we seem to function quite nicely as generators, given the electricity building both within and between us. I have always kapaklı escort enjoyed your touches, but to have practically your entire body continually brushing against mine is a particularly profound pleasure.

In time, you nudge me to my back upon the sofa, then lay upon me. Both of us now horizontal, you slowly move your hips upon me, your weight feeling quite nice as it rolls along and across my throbbing manhood. The feel of your breasts pressed firmly against my chest adds to the pleasure you are giving me. The sound of your breathing near my ear as you continue to slide yourself against me makes the scenario even more exciting.

Thanks to your selfless actions, it is now my turn to sigh contentedly and to whimper softly. My hands slide along your back, my fingertips tracing your spine, until they at last come to rest upon your lower cheeks.

Your body lurches against me as I spank you once, smiling at the soft grunt forced from your throat. Did you expect that? It sometimes seems that you know me almost better than I know myself, so you probably expected to be spanked in this position. Or, perhaps, is that why you wanted to lay upon me, to keep in maximum contact with me while providing a nice target for my hands? Is it because a spanking might make you feel better about doing “naughty girl things?”

I spank you again, harder. Again, the lurch; again, the grunt. I caress you through your shorts, and realize that you are not wearing panties – at least, not “normal” panties. Are you perhaps wearing a thong tonight? Or are you not wearing any underwear at all?

I spank you again, even harder. Yet again, your body lurches; yet again, you grunt in my ear. Even as my hands rest calmly upon you, your hips press into me with even more force, making me even harder.

I spank you again, and again, and again. We settle into a lewd and furious rhythm, the sofa squeaking in protest. You soon hump me furiously, gasping and grunting between heavy breaths; from my spanking and your humping, my breathing is just as labored. You clutch at my head, crying out, apparently not caring if anyone walking past the window can hear you, your sweet song thrilling me profoundly. I can easily imagine that your clitoris is getting quite a welcome workout, despite the clothing barring a true genital contact; I can only guess at the pleasure you are feeling, compared with the rapid spanking I am giving you.

You stiffen suddenly, your voice catching momentarily before you suddenly cry out somewhat loudly in my ear, yet I continue to spank you, although my pace slows greatly. Only now am I aware of the sweat upon us, but I certainly do not mind, although it would be nice if the breeze passing through the room were a little stronger. But you soon collapse upon me, your grasp upon me loosening as you pant heavily in my ear, a soft moan occasionally escaping your lips.

Perhaps I should have bought you the collar I saw recently with the word “Slut” emblazoned across the front in large white letters. After all, only a slut would truly enjoy a spanking during sexual activity.

Shall I spank you again, even before you calm from our activity just moments ago?

Well, perhaps not, since I am more than happy to hold you tightly as you slowly descend from your orgasmic peak. My hands glide across your now-wet back, my fingernails scratching you gently. You occasionally shudder upon me or whimper in my ear, and I smile to myself, my eyes closed as I simply enjoy your presence.

We lay there on the sofa, together, for a long, long time. My hands roam your body, occasionally stroking your head or gently patting your lower cheeks. In time, you lift your head from my shoulder, slowly placing gentle kisses upon my face. But eventually, you slide off me, kneeling on the floor, and begin to work at my belt.

Simply knowing what you want to do next is enough to cause my erection to begin to grow anew. I sit up, leaning back on the sofa, and allow you to unbuckle the belt, unbutton and unzip my shorts, and slowly work the final garments simultaneously from my body. I finally sit nude before you, and you place yourself between my legs, looking up at me with a sweet, seductive smile as your hands fondle my lengthening shaft. Already, I can picture your face splattered with my essence, my seed dripping obscenely off your nose and chin. I reach out to you, gently stroking your cheek for several long moments before I finally guide your head downward.

The first touch of your tongue upon my dripping tip is enough to send a small electric charge through my body. Holding my thick shaft reverently, you massage me with your tongue, relaxing me even as you further excite me. I lean back on the sofa and close my eyes to better focus on the pleasure you are giving me. Reaching out to you, I stroke your head gently, lovingly, deeply immersed in the wet warmth of your mouth. A particular flick of your tongue causes me to gasp karacabey escort somewhat loudly; you do it again, and again, and again, each time eliciting a similar response from me, and I can feel your lips smile around the oral invader as my hands now guide the movements of your head, this as your hands slither up my torso to toy with my nipples.

Then, suddenly, you push away from me, breathing quickly as you scramble to your feet and shed the final remnants of your clothing: your shorts, and your favorite black thong. We are now both completely naked, drinking in the sight of each other, each of us waiting for the other to make the next step.

I stand, and our arms quickly encircle each other, my throbbing manhood pressed tightly between us as our lips join. I am only vaguely aware of another vehicle on the street, of the flickering candlelight as a stronger breeze passes between the open windows. Together, we dance, sensuously, slowly, to music only we can hear, our bodies pressing even tighter, our hands roaming dangerously, our lips practically fused together. Only one thing can possibly bring us even closer than we already are.

I turn us around, then back you against the sofa. You take the hint and sit, then your mouth engulfs me once more. I had intended to enter you elsewhere, but I am certainly not about to complain as your head bobs upon me again.

An idea comes to mind, and I grab fistfuls of your hair. Holding your head still, I slowly slide deeper and deeper into your mouth, wondering if you might be able to deepthroat me. I sense your panic as you realize what I am trying, and back out. You look up at me with love and nervousness, but I enter you once more, moving a little quicker, stopping only when I feel the back of your throat. Your squeal of nervousness resonates through me, but I can tell that you are far too nervous to enjoy even the attempt of deepthroating me, so I back out completely, and motion for you to lay down on the sofa.

Kneeling beside the sofa, my lips find yours, and I can feel your nervousness melt away as we kiss. I can also feel your extreme wetness as a single finger probes between your legs. I feel your body shudder as the fingernail gently scrapes across the tip of your clitoris, and I wonder how many times I might be able to bring you to orgasm before you knock me to the floor and pounce upon me like a tigress in heat.

Just that thought alone makes me smile as my lips begin a trail down your neck and to your chest.

The wet sloshing sounds are unmistakable as I penetrate you with a pair of fingers; the soft sultry sounds escaping your lips are also unmistakable. As my lips encircle a hardened nipple, I feel your fingers in my hair, stroking me gently as I continue to please you as best as I can.

You yelp softly as I bite your nipple, tugging with my teeth. I bite again, just a little harder, and your fingers curl against my skull as another soft cry escapes your lips. As my teeth continue to bite you all over your chest, my fingers plunge ever deeper inside you, ultimately brushing against your cervix even as the thumb continually flicks across your clitoris.

For an unknown length of time, I keep you in this strange limbo of sweet pleasure and gentle pain. Simply listening to your vocalizations is enough to keep my erection long and hard. I could play your body like an instrument for at least an hour – after all, I have done this to you before – but another part of me desperately wants to nestle itself inside you.

An idea comes to mind, and suddenly, I leave you completely – panting loudly, moaning softly, chest heaving as your body continues to tremble subtly. Your eyes are closed as you remain lost in your own realm of ecstasy, your hands tantalizing your own sweat-dampened skin. As I quietly rise and step toward my goal, I keep an eye upon you, drinking in your radiant beauty, inhaling the unmistakable scent of your sweet arousal as it lingers in the air; quickly sniffing my fingers, the scent naturally intensifies. Then I grab my prize and quickly but quietly return to you, easily slipping my fingers inside you once again and making you groan at the renewed penetration.

This time, there is no mercy; I fuck you brutally with my fingers, the thumb pressing hard as it strokes your clitoris. Within seconds, your body is in perpetual motion upon the sofa, fucking my fingers as quickly as you can move. You clutch at the sofa, threatening to rip the upholstering as your cries become louder and louder; I doubt anyone in the passing vehicle can hear you, but anyone passing by on the sidewalk will certainly have an earful of your passionate song.

You stiffen, and just as your orgasm surges through your consciousness, I tip the object in my other hand…

…and empty the contents of a long-lit canned candle upon your breast, the sudden contrast of sensations leaving you voiceless.

Quickly, I set the can aside and replace my fingers with another part of my anatomy, plunging into you quickly. Your eyes are open, but I doubt that you can (consciously) see anything. Your lips are open wide, yet no sound emerges. In the dimness, the red wax upon your pale skin looks obscene – even more obscene than the sight of my body joined with yours.

Laying there in the glow of orgasm, he lays next to her on the bed. His fingers trace over her body, paying special attention to her pert nipples, arching her back at his touch. Her fingers still dipping in to rub her clit using his cum to slick things up, yet not really needing it from her own wetness.

His voice once again soothing in her ear.

“I need to watch you pleasure yourself.” His voice running through her to her sex.

She could feel him prop himself up to watch. The blankness of the blindfold made all of her other senses more intense. His smell, caressing and nipple play was so enticing. Every glide of a fingertip or tweak of her nipples helped her finger bring her close to climax. The harder he tweaked, the closer she got. She had never really been a nipple play girl, but this was exquisite. Gauging her response to his touch, he would grip a little more, then edge till he figured she was really needing it. Her climax welled up then poured over her in a hot rush. She was amazed that she had masturbated in front of this spector she did not know.

As she came gliding down from climax, he got up from the bed. She could hear him walking away, then the sound of water running in the shower. He comes back, then takes her hand and lifts her to her feet. Holding his hands they walked to the bathroom. The tile floor is cool on her feet, but feeling the humidity start rolling over her body. Closing the door behind them he turns her, and places her hands on the counter. He runs his hands up and down her body, then turns away. The rustling of the shower curtain and wave of warm steam pours into her back. A loud slap is in her ears before she registers that a healthy spank is stinging her ass. His voice once again in her ear.

“Just as you get comfortable, you’re going to get spanked. Feel how aroused you just got at the spank?’ He explains.

She nods at the explanation, he was correct, it jarred the situation and caused her arousal to spike. inegöl escort

He gently leads her to the shower and in. The waters warm and soothing. She feels his presence behind her. The satin scarf begins to get wet, but feels very nice. His arms wrap around from behind. Hands moving from breasts to pussy and back again. She put her hands on his, but are just on for the ride. Their bodies wet and warm move together. The warm water hitting her chest as he did his magic.

The feeling of his member against her backside is intoxicating. She moves up and down to feel it between her cheeks. The illicit pleasure of it rubbing her sensitive back door had her aching for release. His hand leaves her sex and she almost let out a pouty moan in protest. She soon realizes why it left.

The stream of water changes direction, down her body to her sensitive spot. She is surprised to find that it is a wand shower head. It moves over her sex focusing all the sensation there. Amazed at it how wonderful it feels she thinks to herself she needs one of her own. His other hand moves to her ass. His hand kneads her ass sensually, while the water spreads her lips to cascade little quick licks all over her clit and sensitive skin. He surprises her when in his groping of her backside, fingers glide over her tight back entrance. The feeling is both startling and arousing. Her body takes over and moves to the sensation.

He asks in her ear.

“Are you enjoying the water and my fingers?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” She breathlessly coos

His head next to hers she reaches to the back of his head and pulls him close. She takes it from a caress to a hold for balance. Spreading her legs wide to ease his access to her sex.

“How do you want me to play back here?” He asks while giving a rub to her backside.

“I don’t know, nobody has ever touched me there.” Her voice quivering as her climax comes up to pleasure her.

“I will ipekyolu escort be gentle.” He returns

“I don’t care, just let me fucking cum again!” Growls out of her throat.

She feels a finger go from rubbing to probing. Pushing back to meet it, slipping it in more. The sensation magnifying the water on her clit. He begins to slip it in and out slowly. The rush over her sex is overwhelming. Feeling the pulsation of her muscles going from her sex, to her ass and back launches her. Holding for balance as her knees shake from the new type of orgasm.

He puts the wand back in its place and shuts off the water. She is still shaking in a fog. The next feeling is being softly wrapped in a towel and dried off. Her lover guides her back to the bed. He turns her, she is not sure why.

“Do not turn around.” He says in a soft yet commanding voice.

She does as she is told, feeling his hands undo her blindfold. The damp silk falls away. Another dry towel is draped over her head to gently dry her hair. Then another dry satin blindfold is put back.

Gently he turns her to him. His warm body is inviting and intoxicating. With arms wrapped around her, he kisses her again. Turning into a puddle of lust, her return kisses are pleading. His hands roam her back,neck and ass. He is not as cautious with her ass. He makes sure to probe a little each time his hand is back there.

Without warning a series of sharp spanks are delivered, each one punctuated with a teasing of her backdoor. She feels her wetness go on overdrive with each one.

He then picks her up and tosses her on to the bed. This was such a shock she had no idea what to think. Her legs were then separated firmly as he climbed on the bed. His mouth on her pussy showed his intentions. Forceful licks were intense, yet they eased just enough to not be too much for her well pleasured hot button.

Pushing her legs into the air for better access, iskenderun escort the licking, sucking, and nibbles were edging her closer and closer. Her finger in his damp hair, all while he took his time to tease her to the edge. One final circular lick explodes her climax. Her body shaking and quivering as he keeps going holding the orgasm to that multiple wave line. The next one came as a relief, then a third made her have to push him away. Shaking mixed with twinges that made her shudder ripped through it all.

Easing his way up her body, his sex soaked lips meet hers. Her taste on his lips is so illicit, but incredibly sexy. She found she enjoyed it. The head of his cock was rubbing up and down her cleft. She tried to rock up to meet it, but found her body not doing what she wanted because of the orgasms.

He mercifully eased himself in. A moan she had never heard before escaped her lips. His motions were slow to start. She could feel every bump, vein, and ridge of his cock going in and out of her. With the kisses and his motions she could feel another climax coming fast. She rocked to meet him. His pace started to ramp up. Just as it did she was pushed over the edge. Her body shook once more. The level was there again. Each time he picked up the pace she came. Three had rocked her body when he growled in her ear.

“I want to cum on your sexy lips and tongue.”

“Yes please, I want to taste and feel you on my face!” Poured out of her mouth in an almost begging tone.

Within a few more strokes, he was pulling out and working his way up to her mouth. She brought her head up to meet him. Taking his pussy soaked cock into her mouth. That did not last long as he pulled out and his cum started to splash on her lips. It ran down her cheeks and landed on her tongue. Gripping his cock to stroke it all out and use it to wipe it to her open mouth. Savoring their combined taste as her body still shakes a little.

He got off the bed for a moment. Her heart still pounding in her ears made it hard to hear. He returns with a warm damp washcloth for her face. She hears him getting dressed. Then in her ear she hears,

“If you want another playtime text me again, but this time I want you to text Horny.”

With that he is gone again.

Maybe it WAS the Ides of March, maybe it was just bad luck, maybe it was my failure to maintain my vehicle in good condition, whatever!

But the moment that it happened, I KNEW from the sound of it, that it was a major engine failure. A bearing, a push-rod, whatever it was, it snapped. Permanently. Irrevocably. This vehicle wasn’t going to go another mile without a tow. Naturally, I was thirty miles from the resort, fifteen of them on a back road that I had chosen because “It was the scenic route!” My female companion was not amenable to my choice of route at the time that I detoured. She pointed out that I did not know the road, it was only two hours till dark, and who-the-hell knows what kind of jerks hang out in these remote quarters? I took the detour anyway, assuring her that the gas tank was full, the tires brand new, and that it was a recent model Explorer, so what could possibly go awry? The sound of that “THUNK” made me regret the decision. Not because we had broken down, but because she was proved correct. A circumstance that no male can easily tolerate.

“Well, now what?” she demanded.

I said the only thing that any red blooded American man could say under such circumstances… “We have time, want to fuck?”

“Honestly!” she said… “THAT’s all you EVER think about!” … a moment passed… “OK” she agreed. I reached behind the rear seat to where I always keep a blanket. I ran to her side of the car and helped her out. In the late afternoon sun, the shadows accentuated her lovely breasts and her short skirt made her legs appear even longer. There gürsu escort was a small pond off to the side of the road and removed from it’s view. I encircled her waist with my arm and we walked toward it, choosing a clearing to spread the blanket.

The sun was warm this far south and there was practically no breeze. Disrobing was not uncomfortable and I watched as she shrugged off her blouse, her bra, her skirt and panties. She looked much like a wood nymph out for a cavort in the pond. I folded my clothes in a pile near hers and I made what I thought was a gentlemanly proposal— “I’ll eat you first, lie back on the blanket, baby.”

“Mmmmmm”…she pondered…”No… I want to see that big gun stiff and hard, then I want you to take me from behind. Come over here…” she said as she knelt on the blanket. I stood in front of her, feet apart, my semi-rigid cock dangling and near twitching with expectation. Her hands flattened against my thighs and her face nuzzled the semi-erect rod, her nose pushing it to the side as she playfully licked my balls. One hand gently reached for, and held, the shaft while the other reached through my legs, and, grabbing my ass, pulled my torso forward as her hungry mouth swallowed my cock. I uttered a four letter word in appreciation of this act. My cock instantly became rock hard and she spent some wonderfully long minutes pulling it in and out of her lovely lips. The head glistened in the diminishing light, her hair radiant as I watched her expertly suck me.

At length, I couldn’t bear the impending climax hendek escort and I gently pushed her away and said: “Your turn! Assume the position”. She leaned forward as she was already kneeling and her head rested on her forearms as her ass was pointed up. Kneeling behind her, I ran my hands along her thighs to call their nudity to her attention. My cock brushed slightly against the wet labia of her cunt and I could feel her shudder in anticipation. I held the shaft firmly and fitted the large mushroom head against her wet cunt-lips and I slowly inserted my cock, inching forward one delicious increment at a time.

“Ohhhhh…,baby….” she cried, “That feels SOOOO good!” My hands reached beneath her and I fondled her tits as I slowly fucked her. She was writhing in sweet agony as my cock teased, slowly fucking her in long, deep, strokes. Her nipples were hard and I rolled them in my fingers while I continued the torturous sex-play. “PLEASE, PLEASE, baby….” she whimpered…. “PLEASE fuck me faster!” Her ass (lovely to behold from this vantage point) struggled against my cock urging it to go faster. I held her ass cheeks firmly and began a rhythmic motion that plunged the bad boy in and out of her with greater urgency. Soon, I was banging her ass ferociously with my pubis as my cock slid easily in and out of her wet pussy. Her moaning became a keening, a wild, untamed sound of complete animal emotion. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh……, MMMMmmmmmmmmmmm,……”

I could feel the big prick as it felt out every small place within her. I was exploring, ilkadım escort I was testing her, I was testing myself! In a few more moments, I watched as she grabbed handfuls of the blanket, screaming, “That’s it!!! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! That’s it! Don’t stop!!!!”

I hammered at her, squeezing my shaft at the base to keep from exploding. The added stimulation of my fist balled up against her cunt as I squeezed my cock finally pushed her over the edge. She rocked back and forth violently as she let out a wail and finally settled into a low, passive, motion. Knowing that she had cum, I decided it was time for me to follow. I resumed the slower, more exquisite motion of the beginning of this episode and was rewarded with a hummm of appreciation from her. She was still enjoying this penetration and I was savoring her wetness. Within minutes, I could feel the tension build and I felt the climax as it came upon me. I pulled my cock out of her and let the hot stream of cum splash her ass cheeks and her pussy. “Oh, baby… that’s it… cum for me!” she said. I let the waves of ecstasy wash over me and I let my cum wash over her.

Finally, when I was spent, we both relaxed on the blanket enjoying the last of the afternoon sun, and the quiet of the pond setting. “So…. What do we do about the car?” she asked. I smiled and pulled a small cell phone from my pants where they lay.

I hit the memory dial and the desk clerk at the resort answered: “May I help you?”

“Yes…” I responded. “We just checked out this afternoon and I broke down about thirty miles from your hotel on the old main road. It’s pretty certain to be a major repair. Can you send for a tow truck?” He said he would. I also asked him to book me another room for two more days. I hung up and looked at my now sated companion. “You know…. WE DO have time while we wait for the towtruck!”

There’s nothing sexier than having a man waiting for you when you get home from work.

Entering my apartment, I toss my keys and mail on the little table just inside the doorway and my gaze falls upon the scuffed pair of boots that lay on the floor several feet down the hall. Just past them is a crumpled button down shirt.

Smiling at the trail of clothes leading to my bedroom, I take off my jacket and toss it on the floor next to his boots. As I walk towards my bedroom- and the delicious man waiting inside, I discard my clothes one by one, adding to the trail until I am standing at the door wearing nothing but black thigh highs and combat boots. My tee shirt and slip dress, bra and panties lay behind me. Knowing how much he loves to see me dressed only in stockings and boots, I reach out and open the bedroom door.

He is laying on my bed, his big, naked body sprawled across the white down comforter, skin golden from the sun. His hand is wrapped around his cock; gently stroking it as he gazes up at me with a half smile and heavy lidded green eyes. Returning his smile, I lean against the doorjamb, content to just watch him, feeling heat ignite in my belly at the sight of all that naked flesh waiting for me.

“Are you going to join me,” he asks, “Or just watch?”

My smile turns into a grin as I push away from the door and move towards the bed, stopping only a few inches away from the gorgeous man that loved to tease me.

“I don’t know. You know I like watching you get yourself off.” I murmur, and he shoots a mock scowl at me, sitting up and grabbing my wrist, tumbling me down onto the bed beside him.

“You got to watch this morning. I’m in the mood for a little more active participation on your part.” He replied, and I laughed as he rolled me beneath him.

The laughter died as his weight settled on top of me, his body fitting between the open cradle of my thighs as his hands cupped my face. He stared down at me for long moments, and I held my breath, as always wondering what I had done to deserve this magnificent male in my life and in my bed.

As if divining my thoughts he shook his head, lowering his mouth to mine to brush a fleeting kiss across my lips, his eyes serious now as he stared down at me.

“You’re doubting again. I can see it in your face sweetheart,” he murmured, smoothing a lock of hair out of my face, “and I definitely don’t like it. What do I have to do to prove that I’m exactly where I want to be?” Again, one of those fleeting kisses, and I groaned, lifting my head to chase his mouth with my own, purposely not answering his question. I didn’t want this game marred by any serious discussion. The time for that was much later, if at all.

“Kiss me.” I murmured, twinning my arms about his shoulders, tugging his warmth down to me, reveling in the touch of his silky flesh against mine. With a laugh he complied, burying his hands in my hair, lifting my face to his as his mouth caught and held mine.

His tongue glided across my lower lip and I obediently opened for him, falling girne escort into a maelstrom of heat and light as he took possession of my mouth. It never took long for his dominant streak to emerge, and I waited for the kiss to end, for the teasing and lighthearted side of my lover to disappear.

Instead his mouth slid over my throat, his hands in my hair pulling my head back to give better access to my neck, gently though, as if I were made of glass and might shatter. He chuckled softly, sensing my surprise, and released my hair, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at me.

“I was reading one of your novels while I was waiting.” He murmured, and I flushed scarlet, my gaze moving to the night table beside the bed. Sure enough, one of my secret stash of romance novels lay on the bedside table. I winced when I saw the gaudy cover. Of all the books that were hidden beneath the bed, he’d chosen the most blatantly erotic of the lot.

He laughed at my embarrassment, cupped my face again in those big hands that had spent many hours gliding and probing every curve and hollow of my body with masterful dominance. His touch was gentle today, as if he expected me to break. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.

“I decided it was time to explore a few of your fantasies for once.” He murmured, and I looked up at him helplessly, still deeply embarrassed that he could know me so well. We usually played out his fantasies- threesomes with girls who were skinnier and prettier than I was; psychological dominance using words that I hadn’t been altogether comfortable with when our relationship had began over five years before. My fantasies had never been broached, most likely because I hadn’t wanted to bring them up. Somehow, he’d figured them out, or was trying to. Something clenched in my chest, a sensation that would occasionally occur in our many conversations but had remained weak and ill defined. I knew, suddenly, what it was, but kept the feeling locked away.

He watched me for long moments, and when I said nothing there was a fleeting glimpse of something unnamable in his green, catlike eyes. Shaking his head slowly, he kissed me again, and the heat that rose between us was indescribable. I moaned into his mouth, one stocking clad leg rising to wrap around his hip, holding him close. I loved the feeling of his mouth against mine, had always loved kissing him, but he had been so sparing in doling out his kisses that I hadn’t even realized that I was missing out. I had always loved kissing- had never seen it as mere foreplay as he had, and remembered my disappointment when he’d first informed me that he only kissed girls that he really liked. Our kisses, up to this date, had always been perfunctory and fleeting. No hours spent leisurely exploring one another’s mouths, tasting and experimenting with what made the other hot. No, our kissing was just the first step on the road to full copulation, sometimes skipped altogether in favor of his fingers and mouth buried between my legs, my hands and mouth between his.

After gölcük escort what seemed hours of his lips moving across mine he lifted his head, a faint smile curving his full mouth as he watched me through pleasure-slitted eyes. I mewed at the loss, reaching up to pull him back down to me, and he laughed softly, catching hold of my hands and tugging me up, one hand sliding back into the fall of my hair, the other arm around my back, supporting me as his head descended again, this time to the arched curved of my throat. The pleasure of his mouth against my skin rocketed through me, and I was lost in the maelstrom of his loving.

His mouth moved down my neck to my breasts, and he laid me back down on the bed, his calloused hands cupping the round globes carefully as his mouth and tongue paid homage. My fingers laced through his hair, my legs wrapped around his waist and I arched up towards him, offering myself to him in wordless need. His clever tongue bathed and laved each pierced nipple slowly, driving me mad with arousal.

“Please! Please fuck me!” I cried, and he lifted his head only long enough to shoot me one of those devastatingly sexy grins.

“No. I’m not done with you yet.” He said softly, and one hand slid down between my legs, cupping my hot, hungry sex.

“Mmmm-so fucking wet. You’re so hot for me baby.” He purred, and slid one long finger inside me, groaning as I closed around him like a velvet glove. My head twisted against the pillow in wordless pleasure as his slid another digit inside, and he leaned down to take my mouth again, his kiss savage, demanding.

I lay beneath him, whimpering into his mouth, needing more, knowing that he would slide his cock into my mouth or pussy and fuck me hard and fast, but he pulled away. My lover rose from the bed, standing over me, watching as I writhed against the covers, then moved across the room to the chair in the corner.

“Please come back!” I whimpered, and he glanced over his shoulder with a smile.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He promised, and picked something up from the chair, moving back to the bed. I saw the rope in his hands and felt the hot spasm between my legs. He smiled at my reaction and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and flipping me onto my stomach, pinning both wrists at the small of my back.

“I’m going to give you everything your little heart desires tonight.” He murmured, binding my wrists snuggly before pulling me up to my knees. I sighed as he fit his body against mine, his arms coming around my waist so he could dip his fingers back into my pulsating warmth, and his thumb stroked my clit sending nearly over the edge of orgasm. He drew back before I could come, and I growled in frustration, wiggling against him.

“You’re mine, you know that, yes?” He growled, his hand winding tight in my hair, jerking my head back so I was looking up into his face, and I nodded, whimpering wordlessly. I wanted his cock in me so bad I couldn’t speak.

“Good.”

And then he was sliding göztepe escort inside me, holding my thighs apart as he worked himself in slowly, teasing yet not. I climaxed as soon as the head penetrated fully, sobbing my orgasm out as his thrust home. He held me still when I would have moved, his arms wrapped about my hips and ribs, holding me back against him as I convulsed in his embrace. I was blind, deaf and dumb as the pleasure thundered through me, lighting every nerve ending on fire, and it was minutes before my orgasm ebbed enough that I could feel him wrapped all around me, his voice a low, crooning murmur in my ear.

“Baby, you’re beautiful when you come for me.” He whispered against my hair, and I flushed, uneasy as always with his compliments.

“Fuck me. Please?” I twisted my head to look at him, rotating my hips, clenching the muscles inside my sex, and he laughed unsteadily, pushing me down so my chest was flat against the bed, my ass up in the air. He drew almost all of the way out, and then slid in slowly, holding my hips still when I would have thrust back against him. He moved inside me in short, fast thrusts, and my voice spiraled back up in wordless pleasure as he hit that exquisitely sensitive spot inside me repeatedly, then slid in deep once more.

He bore me down to the bed so I lay flat, and I sighed in rapture as he lay his full weight against my back, holding himself still. His hands slid beneath me, plucked at my nipples so I moaned again, the left my breasts to cup my shoulders, pulling me back against him as he began to thrust. I could only lie still beneath him and whimper into the pillow my face was buried in, feeling another orgasm build.

“That’s it, come for sweetheart. Scream out your pleasure for me.” He growled in my ear, and I could feel how close to the edge he was. My breaths come in pants, and my entire body strained against his. His hand slipped from my shoulder to my throat, and as his fingers circled my neck, reality fractured and I screamed out his name. I felt him shudder, and then his teeth were in my shoulder, biting as he spilled his seed deep inside me.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, and he deftly untied the rope binding my wrists, massaging the abraded flesh gently before turning me and cradling me close to his side. I draped a leg across his hip and lay my cheek on his shoulder, my eyes closed as I fought to catch my breath. I could feel his seed dripping slowly down my thigh and could only smile. This was the first time he hadn’t pulled out to climax. It was very nice.

I shifted to get up, knowing that he would be eager to dress and leave, but he pulled me back down. His hand cupped my chin, turning my face up to his.

“Can I stay the night?” He asked softly, and my shock must have registered for he laughed, smoothing his thumb across my lower lip before his mouth covered mine. I marveled at his request, at the fact that he was kissing me again, and sighed with contentment. When he pulled away our lips clung for the briefest of moments, and he drew me closer, lifting up both so he could tug the comforter free. He managed to get us both under the covers without once letting me go, and I settled in his arms as if I belonged there, snuggling close.

We could play some more later, after a nice nap. With closed eyes, I nodded.

I slept late that Sunday; the effect of the last two nights of rehearsal, followed by the three performances and the overly enthusiastic after-party, had all left me very much in need of a long, recuperative sleep. I vaguely remembered the movement and sounds of my husband, Frank, getting ready for yet another of his far too frequent Rotary functions – this one I seemed to recall was for a general clean-up of a local park.

Long gone were the days when, in similar circumstances, he would have taken advantage of my slumber – by then only the memories of how I would sometimes feel his hands pushing down beneath the covers to find me, my breasts, or my ever welcoming pussy, remained to reawaken the regret I often felt that he no longer seemed to desire me – at least not in that way.

I allowed myself to drift back into those memories; using my own hands in ways that he had once used his; stroking, caressing, sometimes pinching – then while one continued, slid the other lower, down to the slowly increasing wetness that my memory-fuelled fingers were creating between my legs.

Remembering how the feel of his sometimes still unshaven face pressing against my thighs had fired me. Remembering how deliciously his tongue would often lick me.

Remembering all the other things he had done to build me towards the inevitable body-straining climax. Remembering how often I had reached a second from just the feel of his cock; sometimes used to merely teasingly nudge and prod at my pussy-lips, sometimes immediately sliding effortlessly inside me.

Ah, such sweet memories!

But, alas, memories that were apparently now long gone!

I quite often couldn’t help myself from wondering exactly where all of Frank’s once enthusiastic passion had been diverted to – was Rotary the clue? Had he there found some other woman – a fresh body – a woman who had been emptying him of what had once been purely mine?

But the draining effort of the last few days of performance were even stronger than those now frequently resurfacing doubts, and in spite of my fingers’ attempts to fully arouse me, I obviously slipped back to sleep again.

So it was about 11.00 am before I woke properly, went down to make myself some much needed coffee, then sat awhile – recalling the last night’s pleasures, the accolades, the party’s innocent fun.

Perhaps it was something about those feelings that prompted me, after a long, refreshing shower, to head into the second bedroom, where my costume hung – not yet placed back into the plastic bag in which it had been delivered.

Charles – our director – was a Lecturer in 18th Century drama at the university, and had re-written the dialogue of half a dozen of his favourite plays from the early part of that period – ‘Just so today’s Philistines can understand them!’ – had been his rationale for doing so – and it had been one of these that our local amateur dramatic society had been performing. A ‘comedy of manners’, I suppose you would call it; involving the usual complexities caused by two lovers’ misunderstandings, misinterpretations, and the well intentioned but near disastrous interferences by others, but then of course everything resolving itself in the final few minutes.

My part had been that of the ‘older woman’ – who the heroine suspects is actually stealing her lover’s heart. A ‘merry widow’ type character, who is definitely not averse to flaunting at least a couple of her well-endowed charms – and as they played such an integral part in rousing the heroine’s concerns, the costume needed to be able to make a prominent display of a good portion of my breasts.

Now whilst I am by no means flat-chested, I have never been what I would call, ‘over-endowed’, and although the years have left them still in pretty good shape, I had known that I would need something other than my regular range of underthings to provide me with both the uplift and the clear expanse of curvaceousness that the costume’s décolletage required, so I had bought myself I rather wickedly fetching bustier.

I thought it was exactly what the character I was playing would have worn – if such things had been available then – a light, but heavily boned, and very tight-fitting creation made from silky crimson and black, that left virtually all of the upper parts of my breasts exposed, and only just barely managed to cover their nipples.

When I appeared in it for the dress rehearsal I was at first greeted by silence; the men ogled – some overtly, others more surreptitiously – the women stared with either admiration of my confident audacity, or envy of my apparent endowments. But only Charles made verbal reference to my appearance – ‘Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent Margie – that’s exactly what the part calls for. Well done darling!’

Charles is of course gay, and was immune from the effect my barely concealed breasts obviously caused in some other men.

Then, purely on a whim, I shucked off my bath-robe and slipped just the upper and lower parts of the crinoline gaziemir escort dress down over my head, and although it wasn’t the first time I had seen myself in it, the other times had only been in smaller mirrors and with people passing back and forth around me, so it was the first time I had had the opportunity to take a little time to examine the effect properly.

Of course I had omitted a few of the things I had previously worn with it; the wig, the bustier the white cotton stockings, and the panties – which were most definitely not from the 18th century, being from those that Frank had at one time playfully called my selection of ‘naughty knickers’. The ones I had chosen to go with the crinoline were a pair of pink, lacy, French-cut panties, with legs wide enough for Frank to slip his hand up through – so his, in those days passionately loving fingers, could easily reach me.

I had always loved those forays of his…

But even without those extras, I had to admit that I still looked pretty sexy – and as a result of the cut of the neck-line, and even without the benefit of the bustier, I was sure that most men would find my breasts still look temptingly attractive.

Then, when I looked down at the dress itself, at the rigidly hooped and voluminous crinoline, I couldn’t suppress the giggle that came when I remembered the no doubt apocryphal story Charles had told me. He said that some women – who, because they couldn’t comfortably sit in such gowns and were forced to stand – sometimes, at formal functions, for an hour or more – were reputed to employ midgets, who would secrete themselves beneath the skirts, then while the women stood, legs apart, they would lick and suck their pussies.

I found I had really liked the idea of that…

But the giggle faded when I thought of how Frank would have reacted just a few short years ago. He had, as always, come to the first night of any of my performances, but although he complimented me on the part I played, he made no comment at all about the way I’d looked, and certainly made no emotional advances, either then or later. In previous times I knew full well that having spent an hour or two watching me dressed like that, the moment he had me in the car he would have been unable to control himself – and we may well have made love right there and then.

And just the memory of that was also something I definitely liked a lot…

Perhaps it was the sight of myself in the mirror that did it – or maybe it was the combination of those rather spicily heated thoughts – but I found myself remembering, then re-living even more vividly, a fantasy that had come to me during one of the many, lengthy delays during the play’s dress rehearsal.

In that I had found myself returning to those 1750s, to the country house, to the party.

I was standing in the centre of a circle of handsome and overtly admiring young bucks; some of whom were clearly unable to stop themselves from openly staring at the display my breasts made, others I thought had been attracted by the occasional flash of my slim, trimly shaped ankles, others by my freshly moistened lips, and a couple of the more discerning ones, by the mischievous – and apparently promise-filled – glitter that now and then brightened my eyes.

Their admiration was made all too evident by the interesting bulges I could see still growing in their tight, well-fitting britches – and although not something I might normally do, in my fantasy I had found myself wondering just what size and shape each of them might be.

In reality, and unlike many women of my age, I had not in fact had too many sexual partners, and in my admittedly limited experience I had actually found little difference in the sizes of men’s equipment. The strength of my responses had always depended more on what other things the man did for me, than on the size or shape of what he ultimately pushed inside me. So I would have willingly joined in the mantra that one usually hears from women – ‘It’s not the size of it that matters, but what he does with it!’

However, I would be less than honest if I did not admit that occasionally I did find myself wondering what it might feel like to have a man fucking me with a longer, or perhaps even thicker, cock. And of course in my fantasy I was able to give a totally free rein to such thoughts – so I found myself carefully examining the various bulges to see if I could detect signs of one or more of my admirers who appeared to be particularly well endowed in that area.

And although most such fantasies are usually no more than momentarily fleeting things, that one had for some reason, stuck with me – and since then I had found myself every now and then recalling it, recalling and, sometimes elaborating it.

Sometimes doing no more than imagining myself unfastening a particularly excitingly bulging pair of britches, and servicing the young buck – sometimes vigorously sucking him, sometimes merely stroking and eventually milking him. gelibolu escort But a few other times I allowed myself to go even further; not only allowing him to fuck me, but – having thoughts I didn’t know I was even capable of – sometimes taking on more than just one of them.

But, even as those thoughts swirled around in my head – the phone rang!

It was Charles – not reinforcing the fullsome compliments he had given me the previous night, but obviously in a state verging on a quite frantic.

‘Margie? Oh thank goodness you’re there! I’m desolate and desperate! I just hope you can help me out!’ he gabbled in one unbroken sentence.

When I calmed him down enough to explain the reasons for his fretfulness I discovered that the woman who was playing my role in a production of the same play by a similar group on the opposite side of the city, had – the previous evening – apparently broken her ankle, and one foot was now totally encased in a plaster cast.

‘Now whilst of course she might be able to hobble about a bit, there’s no way she could do the Minuet at the end of the first act.’ Charles explained.

Act 1’s final scene opens in the country house, where the party was already in full swing, and the key characters are found to be dancing a highly modified version of the Minuet. As it is during this scene that my character finds herself dancing with the hero and the looks that the heroine sees being exchanged between us are what confirm her suspicions and accelerate the whole charade of her ever-increasing paranoia, it is a scene of vital importance. And having the ‘other woman’ clunking about in a plaster cast simply would not carry the same sense of either sensuality or the imagined underlying passion.

‘So, I still don’t understand why you rang me Charles?’

‘Well having been through everything else – there’s nobody I can shuffle around within the cast – I wondered, well I hoped – would you, could you do it again? I mean you really lived that part Margie – it was tailor-made for you, you really brought that woman to life you know!’ he enthused effulgently.

Of course I understood, and perhaps it was because I was standing there still dressed for the part, my answer was both immediate and positive.

For a moment I thought Charles was going to crawl down through the wires to hug me – and his protestations of undying gratitude were even more fullsome than his pleading had been, but having once again calmed him down I did agree to allow him to make sure I was chauffeured to and from each of the two rehearsals he asked me to attend, and then for the performances themselves.

So, by the time I was ready to make myself some lunch, although there was still no sign of Frank, at least I had something enjoyably positive to look forward to.

Chapter 2

Frank seemed genuinely pleased when I told him that I had been asked to give a repeat performance – it was only some time later, when he had continued to show complete disinterest in me, that I wondered if this might actually be because my absence would give him more time with whatever – or whomever – his alternative interest was.

Perhaps those thoughts stayed with me, at least subconsciously, and so gave me a rather greater interest than I might normally have had as to my reactions to the man who turned up to chauffeur me to the first of the rehearsals.

However, whatever the reasons, my immediate thought was that he was positively ‘dishy’!

Tall – a good bit taller than Frank, smartly dressed, dark-haired – tinged with grey at the temples – and having almost liquid-looking dark brown eyes and a sensually humorous mouth.

‘Good evening! Margie?’ he asked as I opened the door – and when I nodded, extended his hand and added. ‘Hi, I’m Greg – your stage partner and your driver. I asked Charles to let me pick you up. I thought that this way we would get a chance to know each other a bit, before we go on stage, I mean.’

‘What a good idea – and I can’t thank you enough for ferrying me about.’

‘It’s the very least we can do, I mean after coming to our rescue at such short notice. Anyway, Charles confided to me that you will do a very much better job of the part than our dear Jane ever could have.’ he added conspiratorially.

‘Oh dear, now I’ll have that to live up to! I really wish Charles didn’t always over-enthuse about things. But I won’t keep you waiting, I’m ready, I just have to fetch my bag.’

Once in the car and as he lifted his hands to the steering wheel, I immediately saw there was yet another most attractive thing about him – and that was his hands. They had long tapering fingers, with short, immaculately manicured nails – what I always think of as ‘pianist’s hands’ – and were exactly the sort of hands that most women dream of when they imagine what they would like to feel caressing them.

But I was given no time to elaborate on those first thoughts, Greg immediately opened up the ‘getting to know you’ gemlik escort conversation.

We soon began exchanging basic information about ourselves and exploring possible mutual interests – primarily the theatre of course. Greg was a fan of many of the actors and playwrights I admired and had been a member of his dramatic society even longer than I had been of mine, sometimes playing the lead, many times much happier to be cast in a slightly less prominent role similar to the one he would be playing with me.

As we chatted I noticed that although he drove carefully, he would frequently glance sideways, and although it may have been a bit of wishful thinking on my part, I thought I detected a genuine interest in me – as a woman, not just as his stage partner.

It was some time since I had felt something like that – and I found I still very much liked it…

The first thing that struck me when we arrived at the society’s performance space was just how grand it was, and not only by comparison with the hall my own group had the use of. Theirs was a genuine theatre – a relatively small one, but still equipped with all the things a regular, commercial theatre would have. But as I was immediately caught up in the business of being introduced to my fellow players and then almost at once starting the actual rehearsal I had to wait until the trip back home to find out the background details of the reasons for their good fortune in having such a facility.

As rehearsals go, that one went extremely well, even the ever pernickety Charles seemed pleased with the efforts everyone had made, and as I found the group a happy and friendly lot, I was in particularly high spirits when Greg and I got into the car for the drive back to my place.

Before he started it, he turned to me, and with those dark brown eyes showing his sincerity, said – ‘I must say Margie, everything that Charles said about you – I mean as to your performance skills – was dead right, you not only have that elusive stage presence, but you give a subtlety to the nuances of the part that Jane just could never have done. It’s going to be an absolute pleasure to be on stage with you.’

I think I might have actually blushed a little, but covered my embarrassment by praising him for the way he also played his part – and having chuckled at our ‘mutual admiration’, as Greg called it, we headed off.

During the first part of that trip we mainly exchanged ideas about the roles we were playing; ways in which we might add just a little more to our performances – but once we had covered that I asked him about how they came to have such a splendid theatre.

‘It’s actually quite a long story Margie, but I’ll trim it down to the basics for you.’ He said. ‘Back in the late 1930s there was a rising star of the British repertory theatre system, a woman called Elizabeth Flowers – well she did so well that by the time the second World War broke out she was being cast in West End productions. During a couple of those an Australian pilot who was over there as part of the war effort, and who had always been a keen theatre-goer, saw, and was smitten by her. He sent flowers, waited at the stage-door, and, to cut that part of the story even shorter, they fell in love and married.

At war’s end he brought her back to Australia and some time later took over his father’s building business – and during the scramble to build sufficient houses for the families of that baby-boom period, made a fair amount of money.

During that time, when her main objectives had been to support and care for her busy husband, Elizabeth’s own ambitions as an actress had of course been put on hold, and she soon realised that she had probably actually missed her opportunity. Well, when they also discovered that they would be unable to produce children, given their mutual love of theatre, they came up with the idea of starting an amateur group instead. Then as her husband’s business gave him access to relatively cheap land, and they’d have the use of his company’s building resources, they decided to do the thing really, really well.

So that’s how we got such a well equipped theatre. Then they also both left decent sums of money in a trust account, so that when they died there was a reasonable amount to cover ongoing maintenance and some of the operating costs.

Although I had been both genuinely interested and then fascinated by the details of the story, even while Greg was recounting it, I found my mind occasionally drifting off elsewhere.

The final scene of the play opens to find Greg and my character embracing and kissing – as the stage directions stated ‘Passionately!’. And when we had done so during the rehearsal – and unlike any other time I had been called to give someone a stage kiss – I definitely felt myself responding to the tender, soft moistness of Greg’s lips.

So even as he drove me home, I found myself wondering – should he try to do so in reality – wondering if I would respond as warmly to a kiss stolen in such close proximity to where I actually lived.

When we did arrive there, although there was a moment when, as he turned to say good-night to me, I thought he might be about to, he hesitated, the moment passed, and I was left to only wonder as to precisely what my reactions would have been if he had done so.

Jessie hummed as she moved around the suite, setting up candles, turning down the lights, and putting on Erin’s favorite music. She opened a bottle of wine for herself and checked the minifridge for the beer she knew was cooling for him. She sat down on the bed, in an alluring pose. She got up immediately and moved to the bathroom to brush her auburn hair again and check her lipstick. Jessie straightened the skirt she knew Erin liked, the one that showed off her legs. Singing to herself she perched on the couch like a butterfly and then jumped up again to check the snacks in the microwave.

She was nervous. She only hummed and sang when she was nervous. It filled the air and covered the sound of her noisily beating heart.

At 6:15, the doorbell rang. Jessie’s chest hurt, and she could barely breathe, but she rose to answer the door. She drew back the bolt and opened the door to her lover standing outside.

Technically, that wasn’t true. He wasn’t her lover. Not truly. Not yet. That’s where her nervousness came from. They had been friends for a very long time, each with a different partner. They had grown close personally and as confidants, but never had the freedom to act upon their feelings. Circumstances had changed, and now Jessie and Erin were free to move forward. Whether they were ready was another matter.

“Hello”, he said softly. He stood in the doorway, looking unsure of himself. His sandy hair and reddish beard were freshly trimmed. He looked recently showered.

“Hi, c’mon in!”, she returned, feeling oddly giddy . She retreated to the wet bar area and pretended to be busy in the fridge as he took off his coat and closed the door.

She removed a beer from the fridge and poured herself a glass of red wine. He smiled at her as he took the bottle.

“Thanks. I see you got my brand.”

“Only the best.” She took a sip of wine and returned the glass to the counter, her hand resting beside it.

“So, how are you?”, he asked. He placed his hand on top of hers. Her hand was cold. It trembled.

“Nervous”, she blurted out. He laughed. She blushed.

“It’s OK”, he assured her, “I am, too.”

“I never could keep up appearances with you”, she admitted. “I was planning to act like the seductress, and meet you at the door wrapped in saran wrap, but I couldn’t do it. This seemed more important than a silly seduction.”

“Well, I would have enjoyed the view…but you’re probably right.” He took another sip of his beer. “Nice choice of music…I assume that was for me, too?”

“You always said that James Taylor was your favorite”, she teased. Suddenly, she felt a few of the butterflies leave her stomach, driven away by the comfort of his presence.

“Come sit on the couch with me”, he said quietly, taking her hand. To hide the lurch in her throat, she permitted herself a small smile as she gathered up the wine glass in her other hand. She followed him past the bed to the couch, which sat by the window and the sliding glass door out to the deck.

They sat together on the soft cushions, his arm over her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. They didn’t speak at first, just cuddled. She sighed.

“I always wanted to do this. I just never felt like I had the right.”

“I suppose you didn’t. Neither did I.”

“Erin, how did we get here?”, she asked, even though she knew the answer.

“It wasn’t our fault”, he replied. “Julia and I had been married for over a decade. You were living with Frank. I don’t know why you and I grew so close, some twisted piece of fate to fall for someone you can’t be with.”

“I don’t think it was a twisted piece of fate that we met”, she said, pulling away to look at his face. “I think we met because we were supposed to meet. The timing was crazy, and we had to wait, but I truly believe we are supposed to be here…now.” She swallowed.

“Kiss me”, she said.

He leaned toward her, chucked his hand under her chin and kissed her gently. It was almost a chaste kiss, until his tongue snuck between her lips. She answered by opening her mouth to him and tasting the underside of his tongue. She rested a hand upon his chest, feeling the muscle move beneath. After a long moment, they parted, breathing heavily.

“I have waited so long to do that”, he said simply.

His blue eyes were smoky with desire. She looked into them and felt her face flush. He looked like he wanted to eat her. She took a sip of wine and collected herself.

“Let’s take it slow, OK? We’ve waited so long now, I want to be patient and make this last. We don’t have to rush. We’re alone and there’s no one between us now to prevent what we want from happening.” She was afraid to look at him, hoping he didn’t think she’d gotten cold feet.

“That sounds great”, he said in a low, smoldering tone. She looked up and caught his eyes, which were twinkling. He leaned back into the couch and relaxed with his beer. “The music’s on, we’ve got all night and each other. Who’s in a rush?”

She leaned back in for efeler escort a reminder that taking it slow didn’t mean cooling things down, and drew back, lips glistening. She rose from the couch.

“I made some nachos. Are you hungry?”, she asked.

“I’m hungry for more than nachos, but they’ll do. Thanks.”

His comment made her blush. Moving into the kitchen toward the microwave, she was reminded how his looks and vocal tone alone could make her flush and sweat. She remembered one time, after sexually teasing each other over email, she’d had to go to the bathroom at her office, and relieve herself. That had never happened with Frank. Erin’s voice repeated over and over in her head. She let out a deep breath. With it, more of the edginess left her body, replaced by a low ache.

Jessie returned to the table by the couch and put down the steaming plate. She retrieved sour cream and hot sauce and salsa from the fridge, and set them beside their meal. Erin seated himself at the table and smiled.

“Nice spread!”, he exclaimed.

“Shall I light the fire?”, she asked. “It might get warm in here, but I’m sure that would be OK.”

“The hotter the better, in my mind”, he returned, grinning.

She flipped the switch on the gas fireplace, setting the ceramic logs ablaze. Jessie looked around the well-designed room. Fire, table, couch, stereo and tv, full bathroom, nearly full kitchen, king-sized bed. Enough amenities to stay here for a week. The thought made her shiver with pleasure. It was the off-season. The rates were good.

They sat together at the round table, eating and enjoying each other’s company. The times they had been alone together in person could be counted on one hand. For Jessie, it was an odd sensation to realize that nothing stood in the way of their moment. Frank had traded her in for a younger model last winter, Julia died in a car accident eight months ago. Still, she jumped up and went to the door to turn the dead bolt.

“Are you still nervous?”, he asked, when she returned and sat at the table once more.

“Yes, and no.”

“Which is it?”, he persisted.

“It’ll take me a while to get over the fact that we are free to be together, and don’t have to check the windows and bolt the door. Sorry.” She looked down at the table’s wood grained surface and bit her lip.

“Jessie, I like what you said before…we were brought together for a reason. We’ve been friends for a long time. Let’s see what that reason is. Let’s take the next step.”

Erin pushed the chair back and wiped his face with a napkin. His eyes were dark, and deadly solemn. Jessie suddenly wanted him very badly.

“Dance with me”, he said, holding out a hand.

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“I thought you didn’t dance”, she protested.

“I do when I think I might get lucky afterward.”

With that, the tension broke within her. She burst into laughter and took his hand. He folded her into his arms. The music was low and sweet, and they swayed together slowly. Their heights were six inches apart. Jessie spent a few moments getting used to how they fit together. Frank had been her height. She had her arm around his narrow waist and buried her face into his chest. He stroked her long hair with one hand, the other clasping her hand inside his own. After several songs, she looked up at him and smiled.

“I don’t think I’m nervous any more.”

Their faces were a few inches apart. He lowered his lips, and she rose to meet them, stretching on her toes.

“Good. Me neither.”

The kiss was not so chaste this time. Jessie met Erin’s hard lips with her own soft, insistent ones. Their tongues tangled immediately. Jessie felt his hands tighten around her lower back, and drop to her ass. He squeezed. She felt her breath quicken. She cupped his face at the bearded jaw and passed her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. She pulled him toward her by his neck, as he pulled her to him using her buttocks as handles.

Pausing, Erin lifted his head back and smiled into her upturned face. He returned downward to cover her face and cheeks with small kisses, and worked his way into the curve of her neck. Jessie felt her blood begin to boil. When Erin reached her sensitive earlobe and sucked it passionately into his mouth, she felt hot fluid flow between her thighs.

A wave of heat swept over Jessie’s skin. She clung to him as he kissed her neck and shoulder. She worked her mouth around his jawline with soft kisses as his breath warmed her ear. She found her way to his earlobe and took it in. She flushed with satisfaction at the quickening of his breath. He gripped her ass more firmly and ground her hips against his. .

He caught her wandering hand, and drew it down toward his groin, so she could feel his excitement. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable. Jessie purred into his neck with pleasure that she was responsible for his arousal.

Erin moved over to the bed and sat down on it. elbistan escort “Are you sure you want to do this?”, he asked.

Jessie was touched by his concern, and willingness to give her more space if she needed it. However, she was too far gone at this point to turn him down. She stepped to him, and stood in front of his knees, holding his face between both hands.

“It’s a good thing you are sitting down, because I would have asked you to before I said this anyway.” She took a deep breath and almost laughed with giddiness.

“I am…truly and hopelessly in love with you. There’s nothing I can do to change it. It’s a part of me. It has been a part of me for a long time now, and it will stay with me forever.” She did laugh lightly, this time. “Not that I’m trying to pressure you.”

“I know that you have had a rough few months, and that losing Julia was hard. I just want you to know how I feel , and that I don’t expect anything from you beyond what you can give”, she continued.

“Come here”, he said simply, and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. They kissed passionately, arms entangled.

“My I touch your legs?”, he asked. “After all, didn’t you wear this skirt for me?”

“Yes. Please”, she murmured hearing a near crack in her voice. She stroked his hair and watched him lean over her legs as they stretched on the bed. Erin kissed her knees lightly through her nylons, moving his hands up her thighs, and down her calves. He worked his way to her feet, kissing every inch as though it were precious to him. When he had reached the bottom and touched his lips to the top of her foot, she let out a giggle.

“What?”, he asked.

“You are kissing my terribly stinky feet!”, she giggled. “Besides, my lips miss you.” She smiled, and lay down on the bed, reaching out to draw him up and over her body like a blanket. His light body draped over hers, as he hungrily found her mouth. Jessie’s arms encircled his back, hugging him close. They lay, hip to hip, mouth to mouth, taking in the feel of each other’s body. In a moment, their legs wrapped together . Erin’s continued arousal was obvious. His erection was nestled in the hollow of Jessie’s hip, and she lifted her pelvis to grind against it.

Jessie dropped her hands to Erin’s ass and squeezed rhythmically. He moved against her and repositioned a leg between her thighs to rest against her vulva. They pressed together, breathing as one, rubbing, licking, and kissing each other’s exposed parts.

At last, Erin slipped his outside leg between hers, nudging her legs apart. His hardness, bound by clothing, pushed against her flesh. The skirt rode up as they writhed. Jessie could feel her wetness soaking through her panties. She hungered for him. She couldn’t wait.

“I want to see you”, she said. Her voice was scratchy with desire. She felt like her skin would burn up. Beside the bed, the fireplace crackled and glowed. Jessie turned momentarily to look at the fire, and the light flickered in her luminous eyes. “I want so much to see what I’ve been missing.”

He slid off the bed and stood at the end. He regarded her with a wild look. An animalistic look. Jessie gulped involuntarily. She knew that they would be passionate if they ever got together, but this was almost too much. Staring into her eyes, Erin slowly took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. He stopped there.

“Now you.”

Holding his electric gaze with her own, Jessie removed her sweater and shirt. Her bra was a simple satin affair meant more to support her heavy breasts than excite a man, but he didn’t seem to care. He rolled his eyes and dove for her cleavage. He ravaged her breasts with his mouth, working around skin and satin alike. He found her nipples through the fabric and teased them with his teeth. She bit back a moan, and it came out like a growl.

“I like that. I like making you growl”, he said.

She nodded, unable to speak. She simply looked in his eyes, hoping he knew what she wanted next.

Erin undid the clasp on her bra, and released her breasts from their restraint. Her breasts hung heavy and low. He was aching to suck on her breasts, but instead, he hugged her. Naked to the waist, he touched her skin with his, passing over her nipples with the light hair on his chest. Her nipples hardened instantly. Brushing past them again, he let his nipples make contact with hers. They both sucked in air at the same moment, and smiled at each other.

He gathered a breast in his hand, and fed upon it. Her areolas were huge, but tightened immediately upon his ministrations. Her skin tasted delightful. Her nipples were pink, and edible, and soon became red and rosy as he suckled.

Jessie’s hips moved unconsciously with the actions of his tongue. She tossed her head back, holding his head to her breasts. She loved this. She had always loved this. It seemed like forever that she’d waited for him, for this night. She felt herself getting close, and she didn’t want to go over erciş escort the edge yet.

“Stop…I need you to stop…I’m going to come if you keep this up”, she pleaded.

He raised his head and smiled.

“Well, then, we’re just going to have to take a breather again.”

He stood up and walked shirtless into the kitchenette to retrieve another beer. Jessie flopped back onto the bed to regain her composure. The feelings of intensity slowly ebbed. She lay stroking her ribs absently with a small smile on her face.

“What are you thinking about?”, he asked, returning to sit on the edge of the fireplace. He sipped his beer and admired her partial nudity. The firelight played across her pale skin. Maybe it was tricks of the light, but she seemed to be glowing.

“I imagined this. I wrote poems about it. I wrote dirty stories and posted them on the internet. I just had to work out these thoughts in some way that didn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t plan on a day or time when it might happen, because it was never a sure thing.”

“So, how does this compare to the fantasy?”, he asked with amusement. He felt like he could afford to play; they had the time, and it just heightened his desire for her.

“Better. You’re really here now, and not just a wish or a hope or a figment of my imagination.”

“Give me a couple minutes. I intend to surpass your imagination.” With a wolfish grin, he put down the beer. “Ready to continue?”

She nodded.

“I want to lick you. I told you I like that. I want to taste you.”

She nodded again, and swallowed. His disclosure by email one hot day last summer was the one that sent her to the office bathroom. He slipped the skirt off her, and the nylons. Now she lay on the bed clad in only her panties, which were soaked and smelled of her musk. He pulled down the panties and discarded them beside the bed. He looked her up and down as if wondering where to start. Her nerve endings tingled with anticipation.

He chose her left little toe. Erin rolled his tongue around the toe, then moved across the top of her foot to the inside of her ankle. Jessie wasn’t laughing now. His tongue traveled up the calf to the pit of her knee. She spread her legs wider to give him space, and the smell of her curry instantly sent blood rushing south. He inched his way up Jessie’s body, up onto the bed. His erection rested against the edge of the bed. He thrust forward with his pelvis, feeling excitement build in his loins.

Erin’s tongue worked slowly, almost lazily up Jessie’s thighs. The anticipation almost made her scream. She was waiting for his tongue, dying for it. She moved her hips desperately toward his face as if to smother him with her depths. He refused to be rushed. Jessie lolled her head to the side and lifted it up to watch his progress. She saw his hips humping the bed, moving ever toward her. She knew he was as heated up as she was, and that he was just playing with her to make things last.

“Eat me. I want you to eat me. Now.” She demanded. She reached forward to grip his hair. “Please, I need you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She dropped his head and he directed his attention to her outer lips, licking and sucking, nibbling and swirling around them. Jessie lay back, gripping the sheets. Her mouth was open as if to breathe more easily, but her breath was shallow and quick. She was afraid to breathe, afraid to move. His tongue felt so good, so right. Everything, everything felt right with him. His tongue circled her clit. She let out a strangled noise. He flicked it. She grunted. He flicked it again. And again. Jessie barked out a string of unintelligible words. She arched her back to get closer to him. Erin thrust into her pussy with his tongue, and thrust against the sheets at the same time.

“I’m coming soon if you don’t stop”, she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”, he asked raggedly. He nosed her clit and she shuddered.

“I want more than your tongue inside me. I want all of you.”

“As you wish…” Erin slid off the bed. He undid his belt, loosened his jeans, and slipped them down past his narrow hips. His erection was clearly visible through his underwear. He quickly slipped them off. Jessie smiled at the sight of him.

“What?”, he asked nervously. They had joked about size upon occasion. She looked in his eyes and crooked her forefinger invitingly.

“You look good to me. Come here and fill me. I’ve waited long enough.”

With that, he was upon her. They lay again, naked this time, hip to hip, mouth to mouth. Their skin was warm and sweaty from the fire and each other. Erin’s erection slipped against the wetness of Jessie’s thighs. He rubbed back and forth a few times over the surface of her lips. Holding his cock, he placed the head against her pussy and pushed his way inside her core.

She cried out, “Yes!”, and wrapped her arms and legs around his back and thighs. Erin pinned her beneath him, moving in and out. He thrust into her, and they grunted together as they coupled. Her hands gripped his behind and pulled him into her more deeply. She felt his muscular ass flex and release as he fucked her. She tilted her pelvis and lifted it to him with each stroke. Her hands traveled up his backside, where she began to dig into his flesh with her fingernails.

It was Saturday morning when the first rays of sunshine crept into his bedroom. She peeped her eyes open to look for his naked body underneath the warm covers. Realizing the lack of body heat beside her she opened her eyes completely to search the room. She frowned to herself wishing she could have woken up with him beside her. He walked back into the room just in time to see the pout on her face.

“What’s the matter? Wasn’t last night good enough for you?”

He was half naked, gorgeous in his boxers.

“Oh, it was. Don’t you remember me screaming for more? I was just disappointed you weren’t here when I woke up.” She rolled over pulling the sheet over her breasts smiling up at him.

“Jul you better get up, we both slept through the alarm. It is 3pm and I set it for 11am and I was letting you sleep because of last night .”

The prior night was a night to remember: hot, passionate, gentle and yet at the same time rough. It was the best they had ever had. So uninhibited and it all started with an innocent kiss, a little peck the on the lips, a little fondling of her breasts, the semi hard dick rubbing against her ass through our clothes, her hand against his crotch, his lips on her nipples and finally ended up with each piece of clothing being removed slowly, each body part kissed as erdemli escort new skin was revealed, the smell of her perfume, the smell of his cologne mixed. Musky yet sweet, the natural pheromones of a man and women attracted to each other.

It was their first time together, wasn’t planned or was it?

She knew what she wanted to do to him since they began to get to know each other. She wanted to know what a real man was like in bed, after failed past relationships, she was more than terrified about the past repeating itself, She let things go there natural course with him. Even though a few weeks together felt like they have known each other their hole lives, always searching for each other and finally found what they were both searching for, each other.

As she woke up more, showered, brushed her teeth and was bending over drying her hair she felt something or someone poking in her ass.

Startled she screamed “Hey! what do you think your doing!” He replied “Admiring the view, just couldn’t help myself.”

He grabbed her hips and ground into her ass. A smirk went across his face as she removed her panties and hopped into his arms. “Fuck Me? please?” were the words that escaped her full lips. He carried her into the bedroom in his arms, more than happy fatsa escort to fulfill her request. Gently laid her on the bed, went into the kitchen to get a cup of ice. She glared at him oddly as he replied “For later.”

Winked playfully in her direction, knowing what ideas he had from the numerous night of long conversations. Odd he thought as he saw her on her reach into her bag and reveal a tube.” This is for now.” she said playfully.

She reached up and grabbed him, raping his mouth with her tongue, she broke the kiss: “Fuck my ass, please?” she reached above her head and grabbed the tube, “Anal ease so you don’t rip me up.” He replied, “You always carry that with you?” A witty remark escaped from her lips. “Only since I met you.”

“Tease!” was the only word able to escape from his lips.

Opening the lube she generously lube herself and him. He slowly entered here sweetness, her cunt was so hot, He could feel her spot, every time he entered her she would moan and push back, this continued until she climaxed strongly. He was doing everything he could to maintain myself, I had other ideas.

He got her on her knees and stood behind , gave a playful smack on the ass and began. As he began to push, she tried to move forward to get away from the intruder, finike escort that was trying to impale her. Grabbing her hips, He held her from moving and slowly entered her ass, slowly so as not to hurt her, she finally began to relax, soon he had his dick buried to the hilt in her ass. He knew once he got it in it wouldn’t be long and they would orgasm. He wanted it to last knowing it was their first time. His muscle control got weak and he shot deeply into her ass. As he began to lose his erection, a slight pop was heard as I fell from her ass.

A moan was heard from her, as her orgasm was still ripping through her from the experience.

“Now we both need a shower!” she said as they kissed.

He quickly ran in and started the water and yelled for her to join him. He assisted her into the tub and began to wash her. ” I don’t think so.” she said. “That’s my job!” she washed his penis first then let the water finish her task.

She went to her knees and looked up at him. She took his shaft into her mouth and watch as her eyes opened wide as she watched his length bounce in front of her. She placed her lips around the tip running her tongue along the shaft for stimulation. She moved her mouth up and down almost choking herself in her haste to pacify his beast-like flesh. Sucking, licking the entire mass, yet again was the right combination for his massive orgasm. He pumped cum down her throat forcing her to either swallow or choke. Once finished, he wiped his still stiff cock on her face leaving traces of white stickiness.

All he could say was : ” What a wonderful day.”