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.”

I overslept in the morning, it was after seven when I finally awoke. For some reason, I didn’t mind. There was no sound from her room, so I quietly left a sticky note on the wall across from her saying I’d be back by 9 and went out on my morning run. Sundays I normally take a longer run.

It was slightly after 9 when I stepped into the back yard to find Gloria sitting in a chase lounge, lying back soaking up the morning sun. She was totally nude except for some stretchy girl briefs that were extremely sexy on her.

“I think I could get used to being naked outside,” she said as I sat down on the chair beside her.

“Yeah, but you’re not naked.”

“I figured if you were going to get into my panties today that I better have some on.”

I stood up and bent over to kiss her, running a hand over her breast and down to the shorts where I rubbed her side and onto her bottom as she leaned onto her side into me. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You’re sweaty — go swimming.”

I reached down and dropped my shorts as I straightened up, my cock beginning to harden up and flipping toward her face as it cleared my shorts. “A little sex will make you sweaty too.” I countered.

“You tempt me,” she responded, “but you owe me a second date first.”

“What? But I thought…”

She laughed. “Oh don’t worry, you don’t even have to try and impress me. I’ll guarantee I’m a sure thing but you’ve got a cock that needs a whole lot more teasing before I’m ready to be had.”

I took a swim, she went inside and got a towel which she held up for me as I got out of the pool. I wiped my face and chest as she turned away. I dropped the towel and spun her back to me, pulling her against me, nothing between us except her shorts. My cock was no longer just semi rigid. I pulled my mouth to hers, she responded in kind, her hands gripping my naked ass, mine sliding down over her cloth covered ass, squeezing the firm globes I found there.

“You’ve got a great ass” she said.

“So do you” I answered.

“I’ll tell my aerobics instructor you think so. She said she’d get me back in shape.” She pushed me away.

“Here’s the plan. Feed me. Then we’re going to do something, you owe me a second date. And then what do you say we play with whatever pops up?” She reached out her hand pushing my erection to one side. “You really need to put that thing away.” She turned and began to walk away.

I stepped forward quickly, reached down and swatted her bottom, she bent a little and wiggled it at me in response. “Cocktease!”

“Uh-huh!”

I made breakfast, during which I came up with the perfect thing to do. I told her casual, shorts and t-shirt would do.

She wanted to know where we were going, I didn’t tell her until we pulled into the parking lot at the beach. I told her to take her shoes off, which I did also, putting my wallet and ID and keys inside before I got out of the car, checking first to see if anyone was watching. I have a car door key that I keep on a leather that goes around my neck when I’m running, but put everything else into the trunk. I pulled out a blanket that I keep along with a bottle of sunscreen that I slipped into my pocket, and locked the trunk.

“What’s the blanket for?”

“Sand gets hot, gives you something to sit on that’s a little cooler.”

“Oh.”

We walked over to the surf line, hand in hand, letting the wave’s wash over our feet as we worked our way south. It wasn’t far and the noontime crowd eased appreciably. I spotted the first nudist on a blanket, not saying anything to Gloria as we passed him. She missed him completely as she wasn’t looking toward the cliff. She didn’t miss it moments later, a couple walking towards us getting their feet wet also, and both totally naked.

“Where are we?” she asked, after they’d passed.

“Black’s Beach. It’s pretty much clothing optional, been that way for years. I just thought you’d said you’d go topless on the beach if you had the chance again — so here’s your chance.” I turned up onto the dry sand, walked a bit further to where it leveled off and spread the blanket.

She looked both ways, realizing that up ahead were numerous naked people, and at least one back toward where we’d come from.

“Are you serious?” she asked. In response, I undid my shorts, letting them drop along with my underwear to the blanket, and then removed my shirt.

“Let’s go swimming.” Her eyes bugged in response.

“I, uh, I don’t know….”

Her apprehension was obvious, I didn’t push it. “I’ll be right back,” I said, walking nonchalantly toward the surf.

There was no one else in the immediate area, I could see the naked couple still walking North along the beach away from us. I figured to give Gloria time to get used to the idea, but if she’d decided she could go topless on South Beach, it wasn’t much of a step to going naked on Black’s Beach.

I took a plunge into the normally cool and invigorating Southern California water, got beyond the surf break and tread water waiting for a wave. I finally caught a wave only to realize dörtyol escort that body surfing naked allowed my pecker to flutter in the water. I realized I’d never body surfed naked before.

I hadn’t brought towels, but used my hands to wipe the water off my face and was practically dry by the time I got back to the blanket where she was sitting.

“It’s just like at home — except the water is salty and there happen to be a few other people around.” I said as I took a seat on the blanket. I lay down on my back, watching Gloria through my sunglasses without moving my head. She glanced around one more time, then proceeded to remove her shirt, shaking and folding it before placing it at the top of the blanket. She pulled her shorts off by raising her hips rather than standing up, folded them and put them with her shirt. Nervously she looked around once again, and removed her bra, leaving her in the same stretchy briefs she’d had on at the pool at home.

I sat up, fished the lotion out of my shorts and began putting it on. When I finished my front, I handed her the bottle. “Do my back?” She took it and I rolled over onto my front. She started at my shoulders, worked her way down, skipping my butt as she went to all the way down to my feet. I was about to say something when she returned to my bottom.

“I can tell you go naked a lot, your bottom is already somewhat tanned.”

“Uh-huh. Not surprised. I don’t lay out much, don’t come here much either, but I go naked at home most of the time. I thought maybe you were being bashful for a moment.”

“Just saving the best for last. And your ass is definitely the best.” She squeezed my right bun needlessly, then swatted my left. “That’s for swatting me earlier.”

“Did you like it?”

“That’s beside the point. Do me?” I sat up and took the bottle from her. She glanced around once more, rolled over and lay face down on the blanket. As she did, she raised her hips and slid her briefs off, tossing them onto the pile of clothes up top.

I started at her feet, rubbing lotion into every inch of skin. I did her bottom when I went by, sliding my fingers between her legs, not quite touching her labia. I ran my hand along her butt crack, not spreading her cheeks just making sure she had protection, then moved on up her back and shoulders. She had her arms by her side, I did them too, then told her to roll over. She rolled over, face up.

I moved back down to her feet and started over, gradually moving up her body. I worked up one leg, working to her crotch before starting over on the other. When I reached her crotch the second time, I didn’t hesitate to touch where I’d so desperately wanted to for two days. She made no effort to stop me.

Her pussy lips protruded slightly, her clit hidden. She wasn’t clean shaven, however her pubic hair was thin and ran in rows to the center of her body. I wasn’t sure whether she trimmed closely or that’s just the way her hair grew. I spread the lotion around her thighs so there was little left on my fingers when I reached her pubic hair. I slid my fingers down over her labia, dragging my middle finger between her lips and across her clit. I wasn’t spreading lotion, I was blatantly fondling her. The only lotion I got on her clit was her own moisture, and she was definitely wet. I looked up at her face, her lower lip was between her teeth.

I didn’t linger, but proceeded up her stomach, covering her breasts and chest, feeling her slightly hard nipples stiffen up even more as I rubbed them with lotion. By the time I got done, my cock had stiffened up quite a bit also. I glanced around, I’d been on nude beaches enough to know that obvious arousal is generally a no-no. No one was near; I made no effort to hide it. I finished up with her neck, then reached out and removed Gloria’s sunglasses before gently rubbing lotion into her face.

“You’ve got the best hands,” she said as I began to put her sunglasses back on. I inadvertently stuck them in her ear of course, she took them from me and finished putting them on.

“And you’ve got the best body.” I answered.

“I noticed you liked it.”

“Is this part of your cock teasing?” I asked laughing.

“Oh no — this you’ve done all on your own.”

“So there you go, it isn’t so bad, is it?”

“God I feel so naughty! This whole weekend — I swear, if I told my girlfriend or daughter what I’ve done they seriously wouldn’t believe me. This is so unlike anything I’ve ever done.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to take a little walk on the wild side?”

“Actually I think you described it with those words, but it certainly has been.”

Gloria lay on her back soaking up the sun for a few minutes as we talked. I sat up, feeling the heat of the sun again, looking around. “Come on, let’s get wet.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, continued to hold her hand as we went down to the water.

“Crap, that’s cold!” she said as the first wave splashed her legs. I pulled her in deeper.

“It’s not that bad, just the first splash feels cold. Best thing düziçi escort is to take a running jump, get wet and then it doesn’t feel so bad.” I let go, high stepped into deeper water, until I half fell, half dove forward into the water. A few moments later, she caught up with me where I was half treading, half bouncing against the bottom as the water rose and fell.

“I can’t believe how much I absolutely LOVE swimming naked. It’s so — delicious! In fact I can’t believe how much I enjoy being naked. Who ever would have thunk it?”

We got back in to where we were thigh deep in the water when I noticed the couple walking back down the beach past us. The girl waved, the guy bobbed his head in recognition, obviously checking us out. We both waved back.

“Did you see him checking me out?” Gloria asked.

“I don’t know, did you see me checking her out?”

“I thought you said I had the best body?”

“And how am I to know that if I don’t check out the competition?”

As we came up onto the beach, Gloria took my hand and turned south. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Are you up for it?” I asked, somewhat surprised after her earlier bashfulness.

“I don’t know if I could alone, but if you go…”

The area where we’d been was fairly uninhabited, however about a quarter of a mile ahead there were many more people. Some swimming, some sunbathing, others walking around like we were. Not all were nude, but most were. We walked maybe a mile down the beach before we turned and retraced our steps.

Approaching our blanket, we could see where a new group had set up not too far from us. They appeared to be two young couples, as we got closer it became clear that they were. Not just young, but pretty good looking also.

“Ok Gloria, no comparing asses as we walk by.”

“I doubt you’ve got anything to be worried about the way you work out. But I won’t say a thing if you don’t compare boobs.”

“You seem to worry a lot about your boobs for a gal that has a dynamite body.”

“Go ahead, say it: dynamite body for a 38 year old.”

“Or a 28 year old.”

“You know who that looks like? That looks like, what did you call her? On the plane? Oh my god — I think it is!”

I looked closer, and there was no doubt. “Eye-Candy” was one of the two knockout blondes with two men that were obviously Marines, both had crew cuts and chiseled bodies. They’d set up their blankets and towels just a feet from where our gear was. As we walked up toward our blanket, we passed within just a few feet of the four which gave us plenty of time to review our new neighbor’s bodies.

“Eye Candy” was just as good looking naked as she had been on the airplane. She had a completely smooth snatch, with only a small landing strip above. Her tits were definitely artificial, much bigger than either Gloria or her friend, but very nice to look at. The other girl had natural B cup boobs, one of which had a pierced nipple with a small ring hanging from it. Unlike Eye Candy, she was completely bald. Both girls had thong bikini bottom marks, but it was obvious they’d spent quite a bit of time topless from the lack of untanned skin. Glancing at the guys, they were also completely shaved, making their cocks look quite large.

They saw us approaching the blanket, I saw Eye Candy glance at us with a second glance a moment later. A slight double take, but I could tell she didn’t really recognize us, nor did she show a hint of bashfulness. As her manner on the airplane had said, she didn’t mind showing off a bit. As we got right in front of their towels, I raised a hand to wave and said “Heya Texas, how ya doing?”

She stopped and looked at me solidly, then answered “Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so.” I grinned, squeezing Gloria’s hand.

“Then how’d you know I’m from Texas?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I answered, barely able to contain my laughter, “They always do things bigger in Texas.”

Her mouth fell open, then she broke into a grin as she realized I was only having fun with her. “We certainly do” she answered, putting her hands under her boobs and hefting them, showing that she knew exactly what I was talking about. She looked at me again with a slight look of recognition. “I’ve seen you before.” Her eyes dropped, checking me out. I knew there was some of me she’d certainly never seen before.

I laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Actually we were sitting just behind you on the plane the other day.”

“Oh I remember.” Her voice betrayed her; she didn’t really have a clue who we were. We didn’t stop or intrude any further on their party, just kept walking on with a wave.

We sat down on the towel, I started brushing the sand off my feet to lay down when Gloria leaned over to my ear and said “Do you think we’ll get in trouble if I push you onto your back and climb on top and fuck your brains out?” Her hand slid down, grasping my cock which began to respond to her touch.

“I don’t know, does this mean that I’ve FINALLY gotten into your panties?”

She shook her head edremit escort no. “No, but it’s definitely time to.” She glanced over at our neighbors, my eyes followed. There were glances coming our way from all four of them “Do you think they’d like to see us do it?”

“I think they would, but unless you want to spend the next couple of days in jail, we better not.” She let go of my cock.

“Spoilsport. Then I guess you better just take me home.”

I pulled into the driveway, held the gate open to the yard for Gloria. As I came through after her, she threw her arms around me and began kissing me. I kissed her back, dropping my shoes that I’d been carrying and almost immediately she began pulling my shirt out of my pants. I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head but I was too tall for her. I took the shirt from her grasp and her mouth found my nipples as I was pulling the shirt out of the way. I reciprocated, working her shirt out, pulling her arms up and out of the way. As soon as her shirt was clear, her face was again against my stomach, her tongue penetrating my belly button, her hands fumbling with my belt.

We stumbled further into the yard, somehow I unhooked her bra. She moved it out of the way and off her arms as I sucked her already hard nipples, salty from the ocean, into my mouth. Her hands continued to fumble with my pants, the button of my Levi’s fighting her efforts. I moved her hands, taking them myself and easily popping the button free. I hooked my underwear and pants, my already hard cock popping free, right into Gloria’s face as she’d dropped to her knees.

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful.” She wrapped her hand around the shaft and engulfed the glans in her mouth. Her tongue twirled around it, she continued down, several inches disappearing into her mouth before she began pulling back out, sucking as she did so.

“Umm,” she said as she pulled off, her tongue licking up the shaft and teasing the soft spot just under the head. She looked up at me with a smile and said with her giggle “He’s salty. I didn’t know I liked my meat salty,” and then sucked me into her mouth once again. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, enjoying the attention she was slathering on my cock which continued to grow harder to her ministrations.

I took her arms, lifting her from her knees. She reluctantly pulled off my cock, hungrily sucking as long as she could before, I forced her to rise. Reaching for her pants, I had to unzip them before I could work them off her hips, her mouth devouring mine once again. When I came to her panties, I hooked them to pull them down with her pants, when she put a hand on mine. She pulled away from our kiss, huskily saying “Did I say you could get into my panties yet?”

“Yes.” I growled as I jerked her panties and shorts down, the smell of aroused woman immediately noticeable. I slid my hand between her legs, unable to spread them as her pants were only down to her knees, but my fingers easily penetrated her hot sex, she was dripping in arousal. I reached down and pushed her pants down further until she pulled one foot out and stepped on them to pull her other foot out. We stumbled backwards to the stairs by the pool where I sat her down and pushed her back. Spreading her willing legs with my own I slipped forward, my cock rooting around once, twice, before finding the hot soft spot that easily accepted my advances. No need for foreplay, two days of foreplay had left us both crying for relief. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me home.

“Oh god” she said, her legs moving in concert with my own rhythm, pulling me into her again and again. The pent up frustration of the previous days and nights had addled my mind, I was in no mood to worry about getting her off, making it good for her, all I wanted was to sate my own lust. Apparently she didn’t need me too, she began coming before I did.

It wasn’t a long lovemaking session, but neither of us needed it. What we needed was hard, fast, lusty fucking which is exactly what we did. I sensed she was coming more than recognized it, and moments later as I began spurting a load into her hot cunny she locked her ankles to hold me in place. I collapsed against her pinning her uncomfortably against the steps leading to the pool until she told me I had to get off as I was killing her back. I rocked back, pulling her with me, her legs still wrapped around me, until I could stand. Turning, I easily carried her – still impaled on my cock – to the sun lounge. As I laid her back, my rapidly softening cock fell from her pussy, followed by a flood of cum.

“Oh god, I needed that.”

“I’ve needed that for two days” I answered.

Still the minx, she giggled. “Yeah, but wasn’t it worth the wait?” Her hand reached down and grasped my cum covered cock, squeezing it, feeling its slipperiness. It didn’t respond, I knew it would be a few minutes before it would.

“I guess we decided we didn’t need condoms.” I commented.

“I’m glad.” She pulled me to her, leaning forward she took the head of my soft cock in her mouth and began trying to get me up. I groaned as her tongue and lips caressed my glans. “It’s too much,” I said, putting my hand on her head to move it away, “It’s too sensitive right now. Give me a couple of minutes, I’ll come back — I promise.” Reluctantly she pulled away, and we rearranged ourselves to cuddle a bit.

I screwed Samantha every night for almost a month until she went with her mother to go stay with her grandparents. I was back to lying next to the youngest sister, Kara, while I listened to Brian fingering Melissa’s sexy pussy. I put the moves on Kara, in the darkness, by rolling over and putting my arm around her. She gave me no acknowledgement though. I figured she wouldn’t because of her cousin, since they were also best friends.

I was back to my old tricks. I was peeping on the other girls and jerking off whenever I got the chance. I don’t know what Brian was doing to Melissa, but she got sexier every day. One evening I was in the living room downstairs watching a game by myself, she walked in from a taking a shower. She was only wearing a very thin T-Shirt, probably her dad’s, and it was all wet. She stood there by my recliner and made small talk about the game. I could not take my eyes off the gorgeous nipples that were clearly visible through the thin material. They were the hugest pinkest nipples that I had ever seen. Her mom’s car pulled into the driveway and she hurried up to her bedroom. At the time I thought she didn’t know it was see-through, but when I look back I realize that it was totally on purpose.

I asked Brian if he had fucked Melissa yet, and he replied with a big hell no!! We had met some girls in town while out partying one night. He told me he was going to focus on one of them rather then to just lie there and finger this cock tease. We went out with those girls and a bunch of other people to a party, and we got drunk as hell. On the way home I told Brian I was going to fuck Melissa and he gave me the O.K. We got to the house and he gave me a slurred “ good luck” as he stumbled into his bedroom. I stumbled into the T.V. room, demre escort where Melissa and Kara were fast asleep. I laid down beside Melissa and tried to come up with a plan.

It was pitch dark but I could smell the sweet smell of her hair and could feel the warmth of her body. I was so drunk that I passed out, only to be woken up by Melissa running her hands through my hair. I responded by placing my arm around her. She immediately pulled her nightshirt off. Apparently she thought I was Brian, but I really didn’t care at that moment. I felt for her tits in the darkness. They felt so soft and warm to the touch. I found her nipple and began sucking on one while I caressed the other tit. She was moaning uncontrollably, I pulled off her panties while she pulled and tugged at my clothes until we were both totally naked. After removing her clothes I immediately went for her little pussy. I licked that pussy like nothing I had licked before. Her pussy was so clean and sweet I would compare it to eating a bowl of strawberries.

She moaned more then I had ever heard her moan with Brian. Suddenly her thighs clamped onto the side of my head while she grabbed my hair and pulled the hell out of it. I had made this young virgin hottie cum for no doubt the first time in her life. I came up from her pussy and laid beside her. She said, “that was great.” I just said Hmm Hmm, the way of saying yes without opening your mouth. Then she grabbed me to kiss me. She immediately noticed that I lacked the mustache that Brian had. I felt her reach up, run her hand across my lip, and then let go of me. She rolled over and said nothing. It was a weird situation, but I was drunk and was not exactly feeling guilty. I waited a while and put my arm around her. derince escort She hesitated a moment, but then she turned over toward me.

“ You know”, she said “ I always wanted to be with you.” With that I was back in business.

I layed there for about a half hour fingering her while she gave me a hand job. At first it was very erotic since her hand was not big enough to reach around my entire cock and her pussy was so tight I could only put in one finger. A hand job is great but a man needs more. I was beginning to see why Brian was pissed, and then she asked me if I had a condom. Yes, I thought to myself. I told her no, so she told me that I needed to be careful. I wasted no time and positioned my self on top of her tiny body. With her huge tits pressed against my chest, I grabbed my dick and slowly slid my dick into her hot awaiting pussy. It was the tightest pussy I had ever felt. She was so tight that the walls of her pussy were yanking the skin of my dick back, even though she was wet as hell. She grabbed me tightly and whimpered, it hurts, it hurts. It will be over in a second I told her. And it was, soon I was fucking the hell out of her and she was loving it Her legs were wrapped around me while I slid my dick in and out pounding the hell out of her pussy. She was so light that I put my arm under her to reposition her, and I was able to pick her up off the bed with one arm while I continued to fuck her. She began getting very loud, loud enough that I knew her sister had woken up, but she just laid there in the darkness, probably loving every minute of it also.

Finally I had fucked her little pussy until I had to piss. I got up, went to the bathroom and saw all the blood on my cock. I immediately went didim escort to the sink and washed it off. It was disgusting, but I was celebrating the fact of taking this sexy little hottie’s cherry. I returned to the room and could see the sun coming up over the horizon. I laid next to Melissa and she told me she was to soar to do it anymore. Well can you take care of me then, and she said of course.

I laid there while she sat there in her full nudity jacking my dick with her sister 3 feet away. Hand jobs are nice but they are nothing to cum to. She asked what else can I do. And I told her she could suck on it. She told me she had never done it and was scared to. Well how about I fuck your tits I said. How do you do that she asked. So I told her to get on her back while I straddled her and I gave her a lesson in titty fucking. I grabbed her beautiful set of tits pressed them together and slid my dick in between them. Any guy who has done this knows that it usually leads to you sticking your dick against the girl’s lips. This situation was no different, I was soon putting my dick in her face..

Melissa originally moved her face to the side, but to my surprise she looked back up and took it into her mouth and seemed to enjoy it. I was now straddling this hot little blonde while she hungrily sucked the head of my cock. I looked over toward her little sister Kara and saw that she was watching us through the dim light. This only turned me on more. I knew I was going to cum so I whispered to her to stop; I’m going to cum. But she only sucked harder. I then lost control and began cumming in her mouth. She didn’t gag or anything. She swallowed every drop. When I collapsed off of her, she remarked with a smile, “ that was fun”.

We laid there for a while before I had to go to work. And she asked me, “What should we tell Brian?” I laughed in my head thinking about how Brian and I would be laughing about how I banged her that night. I turned toward her and said, “We’ll keep it our secret, so we don’t hurt him.” My only question was, whose next?

Fantasies Revisited – 1. The Study

With thanks to Jem, my editor ;o)

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“Jenny Jones. Come in here.” The girl took a deep breath and opened the door of her headmasters study gingerly. She wanted to be defiant, as she would have been if this interview were with any of her form teachers, but Mr Wilson was different. She had always liked him and appreciated the support and advice he offered all his students. But she had also always suspected he had a soft spot for her. Something about the way his stern face softened when she talked to him and his deep voice became gentle and warm. Jenny had already admitted to her classmates that she had a huge crush on Mr Wilson and was therefore half embarrassed and half excited to be summoned to his office under these circumstances.

When she entered she saw him sitting at the usual place behind his desk. She pushed the door closed softly behind her and watched him. He was leaning back in his chair, his hands resting comfortably on the armrests as he stared at nothing, obviously mentally deciding what he would say during the coming interview. Jenny sighed, she hated to disappoint him but at least when she was in trouble she had all his attention.

Jenny walked towards Mr Wilson but hesitated when she reached the middle of the carpet. She stood straight and still, feet together. Quickly tugging her knee length blue skirt into a neater line with one hand and tucking in the front of her white cotton blouse with the other before clasping her hands in front of her and looking down at the floor submissively. She had tied back her usually unruly long hair in an attempt to look neat and studious but she wasn’t sure he would buy it. She risked a glance upwards to find him staring at her intently, his face was stern and he scowled slightly and then snapped, ”Come forward!” Immediately she stepped forward to stand directly in front of his desk, eyes cast down, waiting for what he might say next and how he would deal with the situation.

John Wilson leant forward, resting his elbows on his desk and steepleing his fingers as he watched the girl. There was no denying Jenny Jones was one of his favourites, and not only because her mother was rich and neglectful and tended to give the school enormous donations in lieu of taking any interest in her daughters life or education, nor was it because Jenny herself was very pretty and vivacious and clearly had a huge crush on him. No it was more than that. She was very bright and had courage and sensitivity and was powerfully independent in the face of her parents indifference … this combined with a tangible sexuality that she was becoming all too aware of. He had admitted to himself that he found these were very attractive qualities to him. In the girl.

John also knew Jenny had a real creative flair for music and acting which her teachers had tried hard to encourage, as had he, hoping to use drama as an outlet to curb her endless quest for adventure outside her studies. He also hoped that by exploring adult themes in her drama group it might limit her enthusiastic curiosity about relationships and her own desires. But Jenny was wild and was forever in trouble of one sort or another and he had always tried to protect her. This time though, she had gone too far.

Jenny had been before him in the past after she’d been found in compromising situations. Twice she had been found in bed with one of the girls in her dorm room. The first time, Jenny and her friend Katie were discovered giggling and cuddling on one of the beds in a four-bed dorm room. But there had been other girls in the room sleeping on this occasion. The second episode was more serious. The House Mistress had found Jenny and Katie alone in the room – both girls were naked and passionately kissing. There was also the night the caretaker had found Jenny with the young gardener. The young man had sworn they had done no more than kiss and smoke a joint, and John had chosen to believe the story and he’d merely fired the gardener and allowed Jenny’s Form Teachers to handle her punishment. This current situation was far more serious.

The day before Jenny had been found in the shower block of St Mathews Boys School at the opposite end of the village. She had been naked and under the shower as two boys from the 6th form stood against the wall watching her. She was obviously enjoying teasing them with her young body and allowing them to watch her fondle her breasts and ass under the hot soapy water. That would have been bad enough but as both boys had been found with their trousers round their ankles intently wanking off as they stared at her, her soft breathy voice encouraging them. This was not something that could be laughed off as a childish prank.

Against his will John had a sudden sharp image of Jenny naked and wet, her hands fondling her breasts, her long hair dark from the water and clinging to her shoulders and arms as she leant back against the tiles and spread her legs, smiling inviting as she sighed, çerkez escort “Want to play Sir?”… he shook his head sharply to clear it and tried to ignore the twitch in his cock at the thought. He’d been very reluctant to admit to himself that he desired this girl very much.

John had always been a dedicated educator and had never for a moment doubted his intentions with the young women in his charge. He had never felt anything but the most paternal affection for ‘his girls’ and so Jenny’s impact on him had shaken him. She had somehow gotten under his professional detachment, and his discipline. In the six months she had been at his school he had found himself imagining how her body would feel under him, how her mouth would feel … he shook his head again and swallowed as he turned to look at her.

Her skirt was a little big for her and was low on her waist but her white shirt was rather small and was pulled tight across her breasts, the buttons clearly under some strain. The long blonde hair she had tried to keep neatly tied back was coming loose from the band and soft tendrils curled around her face as her large expressive eyes glanced up at him nervously through her lashes.

John rose and leaned upon his desk to bark at the wild child who stood before him trying to look so innocent, “What did you think you were doing?” Jenny shrugged her shoulders. “Answer me”, he hissed, “Have you any idea how much trouble you have gotten us into? The headmaster of St Mathews wants to have all the parents involved down here, he wants you expelled and this school publicly reprimanded. Can you imagine what affect it will have if this is made public, if the parents of the other girls find out? Do you even care that you’ve not only damaged your own reputation beyond repair but brought the whole school down with you?”

Her eyes widened and she looked truly remorseful, but he knew her too well. “Oh don’t give me that look, it won’t wash. You have to stop this Jenny. You have to start thinking of consequences, not just for us as a school but for yourself. What if the situation had gotten out of hand? You were alone with two boys in an isolated place. Can you imagine the sort of things that might have happened to you?”

She put her hands behind her back, which had the effect of pushing her firm high breasts forward against the thin cotton of the blouse. John tried not to imagine her firm breasts wet and covered in warm soap bubbles. He failed.

She sighed, “I can handle Tom and Pete Sir, they’re dim and harmless and both nuts about me. I was just teasing them. We didn’t actually do anything.” She looked down at the floor and shrugged again, starting to sway slightly from side to side. “I like that they want me. Boys are so simple to control. I wouldn’t have done anything except let them watch me… they’re just kids.” With that last remark she pointedly looked up at John with a wicked little smile. He felt his cock twitch again and willed himself not to show any reaction in his face.

He looked at her for a few heartbeats, at the unrepentant sinner standing there looking so composed. Something shifted inside him. John came to a decision. He had to get through to her. Drastic action was required. “Well it’s not going to be brushed off as a prank this time, Jenny, you’re going to be punished the old fashioned way.”

He stepped out from behind the desk and moved purposefully to a tall wooden cabinet at the far corner of the room. As he walked behind her Jenny turned to see what he was doing. She gasped when he unlocked the doors, pulled them wide and extracted a long wooden cane.

“Sir!” She stammered, “You can’t be serious?!”

“Oh but I am Jenny. Talking doesn’t work with you, perhaps action will. And frankly it’s this or be expelled. I will tell Mr Gibbons from St Mathews that you were punished and will be confined to grounds for the rest of the year and I will do my best to make sure that’s the last we hear of this unfortunate episode.”

He returned to stand in front of her, looking down on her pretty, confused face as she stared up at him in shock. He raised an eyebrow and spoke more softly, “I assume you would rather a short sharp shock than to be sent home to your mother and her dinner parties and poodles and her new young husband? Was I wrong? The choice is yours of course. If you would rather I call your mother right now and have her come and get you, just say so.”

Even though Jenny hesitated John wasn’t worried. He knew enough of her relationships at home and of her character in general to know she would take her punishment and make the best of it. One of the other qualities he admired in her was that she didn’t balk when she was caught in wrong-doing, she never tried to wriggle out of things. She faced the consequences of her actions squarely.

She didn’t disappoint him this time either. As he looked at her, waiting for her reaction, a small smile began to play around her mouth until she looked him firmly in the eyes. “Very well Sir.” ceyhan escort She crossed to the side of his desk and placed her hands on the soft smooth wood, turning her head to look at him as she leant forward slightly. She held his eyes for a moment longer and he saw her smile again before she faced forward, spreading her feet and presenting her bottom to him.

Suddenly his hand holding the cane seemed sweaty and he swallowed rapidly. This wasn’t going quite as he’d expected. He was uncomfortably aware of her smooth thighs where the blue skirt had ridden up, the long tanned calves of her legs ending in white ankle socks and black lace up shoes. All the inappropriate thoughts he had been holding in for so long flashed through his mind. The meaning of smile she had given him was unmistakable. It was a smile of invitation.

John hesitated, taking deep breaths. His mind registered danger and he knew he should back out of this somehow. He should have Jenny’s Form Mistress Miss Wilkes do this. Or possibly he could rearrange to cane her himself another day, but in front of the school nurse as witness perhaps? He knew he needed to back out of this situation now, before it was too late and things got out of hand.

The atmosphere in the room had changed and he found it impossible to get images of Jenny naked and wet in the shower out of his mind. And now, with the sight of her bending over his desk, vulnerable and compliant……… he had to get out of this now before he did something he’d regret!! John cleared his throat, preparing to say something…anything…. to dispel the feeling that events were getting out of his control but, before he could find words, Jenny turned her head and looked questioningly at him, her big eyes wide and innocent, that impish smile flashing quickly.

“What’s the matter Sir? Am I not doing it right?… Oh!!! I understand, I should pull my skirt up?”

With that she reached behind her with both hands and eased her skirt slowly up over her hips to her waist, revealing a round firm bottom barely covered by very small white panties. The fabric had bunched tight between her cheeks and, before he could stop himself, Johns eyes lingered on the smooth swell of her buttocks. His fingers flexed and he had to clench them tightly round the cane to stop himself reaching out to touch her. He swallowed again. When he managed to look her in the face she held his gaze and licked her lips provocatively before turning her head and bending lower across the desk, shifting her weight in such a way as to make her ass sway invitingly from side to side. John felt his cock start to swell and it was at this moment he stopped thinking with what was between his ears!

He moved over to stand behind and to the right of the girl now bent over the big oak desk. He found the sight of her body stretched out before him incredibly sexy and before he could change his mind he raised the cane and brought it down sharply on her bottom. Jenny gasped and bucked slightly at the impact. To his surprise John found that the sound of the sharp gasp and the long thin pink mark that blossomed on the girl’s perfect round cheek made his cock rock hard. Feverishly he pulled his arm back and quickly sent blow after blow across her quivering ass. Jenny wriggled and whimpered under the blows and John could hear his own breathing grow ragged as he stared at the hot pink blush spreading over her delicious looking little bottom.

Suddenly he heard his own voice, heavy and slurred with lust, growl, “You’re a filthy little girl aren’t you Jenny? You need to be taught a lesson. I’m doing this for your own good. I want you to be a good girl and you have to learn to obey me. “ He brought the cane slicing swiftly through the air. “Tell me what you are, Jenny!”

Jenny moaned low in her throat gasping between blows “Yes Sir, I’m a dirty girl…… your dirty girl. I’m sorry Sir, I’ll be good from now on I swear. I’m bad and I deserve to be punished in any way you want. ”

John lowered the cane and tried to steady his breathing. He shook with excitement and he reached out with his free hand to stroke the pert young ass bare and waiting so close to him. The skin on either side of the bunched line of her panties was hot and tight, bright pink from the hard caning. He let his fingers run along the edge of one of her panty legs and grunted. His cock was straining against his trousers and he longed to stroke himself with his other hand.

Jenny sighed and turned to look at him, her face was flushed and her eyes glazed and teary. “Please Sir.. it hurts so much.” She wriggled her behind under his hand, pushing up against his strong fingers. John thought for a moment and crossed to the tall cabinet again where he rummaged around until he found some hand lotion that he had confiscated from Mary Simmons during chapel the Sunday before. He crossed back to Jenny and she heard him squeeze the tube onto his hand before he said sternly, “Pull your panties down”.

Jenny raised herself up from Johns desk and reached ceylan escort back with one hand to tug her panties over her bottom, pulling them down to her knees. John watched her and before she could lie back down across his desk he snapped, “Open your shirt.” Jenny obediently raised her hands and turned her body a little towards him as she unbuttoned. When the shirt was open John gazed at her round firm breasts, the nipples small, rosy and very hard. He began to rub the lotion into both hands as his eyes wandered from her lovely breasts down to her almost hairless pussy lips. He saw that her pussy was glistening with moisture and, as he looked down to her knees, he saw a big wet patch on the crotch of the little white panties. He groaned deep in his throat and pushed her back down across the desk again.

Jenny instantly spread her legs wider apart and lay flat across the top of the desk, the cool surface pressing against her nipples, teasing them. She stretched her arms out in front of her and laid her face down on the wood as she felt John move to stand directly behind her. John stopped for a moment to look at her sweet wet pussy framed so beautifully between the girl’s glowing ass cheeks and then stepped closer. Taking her bare ass in both hands John began to rub the cooling lotion into her skin. His eager slippery hands rubbed and kneaded the soft warm flesh as he looked down at her body stretched out in front of him. He was panting and murmured, “That’s my good little girl, you like that don’t you?”

John’s cock throbbed and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The heat of her little ass was driving him crazy and his thumbs, slippery from the lotion, slid between her crack to rub over her tight puckered asshole. Jenny jumped slightly at his touch but didn’t protest and he felt a slight thrill. So she wasn’t that grown up after all!! That was a pleasure he would teach her about another time. Now, he merely slid the little finger of his right hand into her tight little asshole. Jenny gasped in shock and seemed about to say something but before she could he slid his left hand between her legs and roughly rubbed her pussy lips. Her protests became a low moan.

The young girl was drenched. John quickly thrust two fingers up into her hot, wet cunt, and began working his hands, back and front, finger fucking her in both holes. Jenny wriggled back against his hand, her narrow hips rhythmically moving back and forth against his thrusting fingers.

John heard his own voice again, raw, angry, almost unrecognisable with lust, “You filthy little whore! This is what you always wanted isn’t it? Say it you dirty bitch, tell me what you are?”

Jenny moaned loudly and pushed her increasingly dripping cunt harder onto his fingers, “Yes, oh yes please Sir.. this is what I want, what I’ve always wanted…. I love your fingers inside me.. I want to be your slut, I want you to use me, to fuck me in every way ……Oh please Sir, please, I need your hard cock inside me now!”

John pulled his fingers out of Jenny and stepped back. He yanked his trousers open and release his throbbing cock. He stroked his aching shaft a few times before positioned the swollen cockhead between her glistening pussy lips, rubbing it up and down until the tip of his eager cock was dripping wet. Jenny moaned again, trying to push her body back onto the cock that was teasing her. John reached forward and twisted his hand into her hair and pulled her head back sharply.

Jenny whimpered, as she heard John’s voice close to her ear, “Beg for it you little bitch!”

Jenny gasped and cried out, “Oh God yes.. please Sir, fuck me, fuck your whore!”

With a grunt of satisfaction John rammed his pulsing cock deep into her tight hot cunt and started to pump her hard and fast. He tightened his hold in her hair and slid his other hand under her roughly pawing her tits, squeezing a nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugging hard as he slammed his cock into her over and over.

Jenny wriggled and whimpered under him, keening softly “ Oh yes, yes, yes.. harder, fuck me Sir.. I want your cock to use me.. Oh God that’s so good… you feel so big, you fill me so much….. I’ve needed your cock for so long, I want to be fucked by you in every hole….. want to be your slut.”

As john stared down at his cock pumping in and out of her dripping pussy, so fresh and sparsely covered with soft, light hair, he felt his orgasm start to rise. Jenny’s legs began to shake and he knew she was about to topple over into her own climax, both of them lost in lust and so close to cumming.

Some small part of his brain that was still thinking screamed frantically “You can’t cum insider her!” Groaning he dragged his cock out of her pussy and swiftly pulled her off the desk by her hair. He shoved her onto her knees in front of him. She was shaking and looked so desperate and horny that he laughed out loud.

“Open up you filthy slut!” He ordered.

Jenny’s eyes were glazed. Panting, she tried to adjust to the change of pace but, before she could gain her composure, John roughly pulled on her hair. Jenny cried out, more in lust than pain, and John seized that opportunity to thrust his cock deep into her pretty little mouth. He groaned and laughed as Jenny gagged and fought to take his thick shaft into the back of her throat.

I walk in the door, you greet me with a smile; and that look in your gorgeous eyes. That longing look; the look of frustration and desire. You stand and embrace me in a long, sensual hug. I feel your hands caress my back and move in a circle all over. I hear your breathing increase, and the occasional catch in my ear, a soft moan.

Knowing how worked up you’re getting yourself I close my hand at the base of your neck, scratching my nails to your skin. My muscles start to tense, I bite my bottom lip and release a soft moan at your cheek. Your hands slowly move up my back to my low sitting ponytail. I barely feel you wind your hand around it before I feel you slowly, but firmly pull my head back to give you easy access to my neck.

You start kissing and tonguing my neck. Your hand around my waist holds me tight as I feel you start to move backward slowly until your legs meet your bed. You bend your knees to sit down, keeping a firm grip on my hair forcing me to kneel between your legs. You place the hand from my waist on my chin and move my head to the side-giving you control of my open, wanting flesh.

My moaning becomes more frequent and I rub my hands up and down your thighs. When I get close to your hardening cock you start biting my neck-I exhale sharply in pain and moan with pleasure. You bite me again, this time on my ear as you pull me tighter. My hands explore around your waist to your back. I feel under your shirt, back around to your stomach, up to your chest. I feel my hands clench to fists at one of the bites, as I quickly drag my nails across your skin.

You let go of my hair to take off your shirt and I quickly move toward your body and begin to kiss your chest. I tenderly move my tongue on you, tasting your skin. My hands now have moved back to your hard cock, bulging from under your pants. I can feel your enormous cock through your pants and continue stroking it.

Your hand again finds my hair and you begin to guide me down. Down from your chest to your stomach, kissing slowly and being cautious to not neglect a spot. While my mouth is busy and so close to your cock I stop playing with it to unbutton your pants and pull them down. As your pants are pulled down around your knees your huge cock is freed from your pants. Slowly cumra escort at first I grab your cock with one hand and rub up and down, then slowly start with the other hand as well.

You then, still gripping my hair change the angle of my head to make my mouth touch your dick. I eagerly open my mouth and take you in, not even able to get half your huge cock in my mouth. I take you in and out a few times before I take you out of my mouth. I lift your cock and expose your balls. With my mouth open and my tongue out I start to lick and suck on your balls. While I’m pleasuring you with my tongue I’m still working your dick with my hands, up and down, working around with both hands. I slowly take your balls from my mouth and lick over them again as I lick from the edge of your balls, up your hard shaft to the tip of your erection. I do this a couple times before taking you in my mouth again.

Until this point your hand has only been used to hold my hair, very tightly. The more I work your giant cock, the wetter my pussy is getting. I love the control you have of me as you tightly re-grasp your hand in my hair every few moments. I want you to show me what you want and what you like. I want to make you feel good. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you. You know I’m here to please you and do as you wish.

With one of my hands I reach up and easily caress your balls. Each time I take you into my mouth I feel you push down a little further. When you’ve pushed your cock into my throat a little more than halfway you feel my throat tighten a little. You slowly pull my head back and hear the popping of saliva around your dick; you hear me gasp for air. “Be sure to breathe when I pull you up,” you say as you shove your cock back into my throat. “You aren’t in control, and how good it feels will be how long it’ll be in your throat.”

You pick up the pace and start shoving harder and faster leaving me gasping for air and gagging on your hard cock. Finally when my nose is almost to your skin you hold my head tightly in place. I feel my throat contract as I start to gag and try to cough. You feel the muscles of my throat spasm around your hard dick and you breathe in deep, shoving yourself further into my throat, pulsing shallowly, dalaman escort barely in and out. You slightly pull out and push back in further until all of your cock is down my throat.

I can hear your breathing rapidly increase and the twitching of your muscles as I continue to struggle, choking on your hard dick. I can feel myself start to panic since I can’t breathe. I star to feel a slight rush, but my eyes slowly start to fade. You soon pull out of my throat into a climax all over my face. As I become more aware of my surroundings and my breathing returns to normal I lick around my lips. Using your finger you wipe some off of my face and move it to my mouth. I quickly take your finger in and suck it clean.

Once I’m cleaned up enough you pull me up to standing, straddling one of your legs. You then pull me close to you as you feel my ass and kiss through my clothes under my belly button. You work your way down over my pants until your kissing and playing with my soaking wet pussy. While you’re kissing your hands work their way up and pull down my pants. You pull my outside leg up over the edge of the bed and pull me close. As you’re pulling me to you I feel you pull me down to your side, guiding me to lay beside where you were. As quick as I feel you pull and place me where you want me, you are already on top of me leaning over me. You slowly and tenderly lean down to kiss me. After a few soft kissing seconds, the mood transitions easily to hungry aggression. With your arms still on either side of my head I trace up them with my hands, running my nails down. One of my big turn ons is a guy’s shoulders and arms, so I love feeling yours; so sexy, so strong.. Every touch makes the fire in me burn so much hotter. I’m so wet right now. I lean over and kiss and lick up one of your arms. You bend at the elbow and lay your elbow down on the bed. The kissing turn into biting, here and there.

You lean down and kiss my neck, working your way to my collarbone. Your free hand slides under my shirt and bra. You start out so gentle and sensitive at first, but the more you start to get worked up again you can’t help but recover some of that masculine dominance. You grab my shirt and roughly pull it up, also moving my bra half datça escort off with it. You lean up a little and with both hands feel my breasts. With your hands full you work your fingers to my nipples and work them back and forth, pinching and pulling easily at first. As you continue to play with them my breathing increases, I close my eyes and again I’m biting my lip. You lean down and take one into your mouth, biting at my nipple. I gasp out loud, and it’s just what you want to hear. You do it again, a little rougher, and again. You work back and forth with your mouth, but constantly with your hands.

At one point when you have me in your mouth you move one hand down to my aching pussy. I’m so wet for you, I’m soaked.. you move your finger in closer and you feel my muscles tighten. You feel my clit; circling it, playing with it. Then you slide into my waiting pussy. It’s so wet you can hear the sound of you hand and fingers moving in and out. You wanted to start slow so you could get my pussy even more wet, but I’m grinding my hips up against you and telling you how much I want you.

You ask me, “How bad do you want me babe?” By now I’m so over the top with desire I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m grinding against you, I’m groaning and biting my lips, I’m moaning..

I reply, “I want you so fucking bad! My pussy is so wet.. I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll feel it for days. I need you to tear it up and make my pussy yours. I’m so wet for you, and I need you to fuck me. Please baby, please fuck my pussy.. fuck me hard, fuck me so hard that my pussy will be ruined for anyone else.. please baby, I fucking need you!”

I just barely get the last word out and you’ve already replaced your hand with your dick. In one hard, fast motion you’re all the way inside me. I cry out loud in painful pleasure as you fill my pussy with your huge cock. Every thrust you make, I meet you. I push my pussy up to your cock like my life depends on it. I want it, I need it…

As you get closer to a climax you reach down to my throat and choke me again. As you see my face turn a darker shade of red you pull out and let go all over me. As you’re cumming all over me I reach down and finger my clit. It takes no time for me to explode into an amazing orgasm. We lay together for a few moments, trying to catch our breath. Finally we get dressed and I get up to leave. You walk me to the door and before I open it you turn me to you and kiss me. As I put my arms around your shoulders and kiss you back you slide your hand into my pants.

This is the first chapter in a short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is very welcome. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012.

I dumped the bag of shopping on the passenger seat and slammed shut the door of my old van. Leaving the tiny village store behind me I set off into the howling gale and pouring rain, the decrepit wipers barely clearing the windscreen. My destination was a campground that I’d been to before but the roads weren’t exactly familiar so I didn’t hurry. I didn’t have any reason to, as long as I made it there before it got dark. I’d been on the road all day and was looking forward to a hot shower, a beer and something to eat but, the better part of valour being discretion, I wanted to arrive in one piece.

I’d been exploring the South Island for about six weeks now and time wasn’t really an issue for me. Pretty much everything I owned was in this ancient old van and I was, I kept reminding myself, living my dream. If I was honest the dream was supposed to look a little different; the passenger seat was supposed to be occupied by my girlfriend Amelia rather than a bag of baked beans and beer but then perhaps the dream had been mine more than hers after all. Anyway, she’d assured me we’d pick thing up again when I got home although a nagging voice in my head told me this was less and less likely. New Zealand had been my idea, it was true, but five months spent sleeping in a van, windsurfing and mountain biking our way around this rugged, beguiling country was surely what every girl dreamed of, no?

The rain eased off and I was able to relax a little, less fearful about what the next blind corner might bring with it. I saw a sign advertising the campground and started to recognise the odd distinguishing feature along the road. I’d been here a few weeks before and had found a great beach just metes from the campground. It was a perfect, unspoilt spot with an ideal prevailing wind and the potential for some great waves. Would I have been happier at home with Amelia? My career as a copywriter, if you could call it that, was hardly fulfilling my every wish and perhaps our outlooks on life were less compatible than they’d seemed when in the early throes of passion. The fact that I was on one side of the world and she was on the other certainly said something even if I didn’t want to admit to myself exactly what that thing was.

The let up in the weather was a temporary one but the campground wasn’t far now. I squinted through the windscreen and could just make out the wet road. Water was running across it in miniature waves and I had slowed to a crawl. I rounded a bend and with a sigh of relief saw the entrance.

Although not a glamorous means of transport my van was warm and very easy when it came to setting up for the night. I didn’t have to faff around with a tent and I was extremely glad of that now. The van really was just that, it had been a workman’s minibus before I’d done a quick conversion job by ripping out the seats and replacing them with a full double bed, legs and all. There was plenty of room underneath it for storage and it was as comfortable as my bed at home. I’d even strung up some makeshift curtains. The campground was pretty empty, only a few other campervans and a couple of drenched tents around. I knew from my previous visit that it wasn’t staffed and relied on an honesty box system. Facilities were minimal — a unisex toilet block with one shower cubicle, a washing-up area and that was pretty much it. I also knew from my previous visit that the shower was wonderfully hot and powerful, providing one had a fifty cent piece to make it work. These silver coins were like gold dust last time I’d been here and I’d made sure to ask for one in my change from the little village store I’d stopped at.

I parked the van within sprinting distance of the shower block and closed my eyes for a few seconds. The drive had been difficult and I was in dire need of a relaxing shower. I grimaced upwards, trying to search out any signs of the rain relenting but it was a mass of grey above me. Deciding an early night was good for me anyway, I climbed into the back of the van to collect my wash things then, clutching the all-important coin, opened the door and made a run for it.

I made it to the shower block in seconds but still arrived soaked. There was only one shower and it was occupied when I tried the door.

“Won’t be a minute,” the occupant called out.

Slightly annoyed by this rude disruption to my immediate plans I pocketed my fifty cents and went to the sink to clean my teeth. As I brushed I looked in the mirror and took stock of what I saw: scruffy dirty blond hair, a couple of days’ growth, a bit tired looking but not too bad considering the drive. Amelia had always told me my green eyes were my best feature and despite being a touch bloodshot, they still had the glint that she had liked so much. I was in pretty good shape from all the sport I was doing, if not exactly professional athlete çarşamba escort standard but beneath my faded hoody and cargo shorts I could have been pretty much any mid-20s backpacker bumming around until the money ran out.

The door opened and I glanced in the mirror to see who had come in. The new arrival had their anorak hood up but by their height and build I guessed it was a female. I finished at the sink and turned round, heading towards the shower cubicle where I would wait my turn.

The newcomer was standing reading the sign that explained the workings of the shower and, having lowered her hood, I could see it was indeed a female. She smiled a quick hello then began searching inside her anorak pockets. She must have been around 5′ 7”, had bobbed blonde hair and wore black shorts and flip flops below her bright blue anorak. Straight away I noticed her slender, toned legs and silver ankle bracelet. Amelia had always teased me about my mild ankle fetish and the sight of that little chain around a slim, tanned ankle sparked off involuntary lustful thoughts in my mind.

“Do you know how to work this thing?” she suddenly asked, turning to look at me. She had a sing-song accent that I couldn’t immediately place, but her English was perfect. She was stunning and her appearance made me lose the power of speech for a second. Her bobbed blonde hair framed a ridiculously pretty face; her eyes were startlingly blue, her lips red and full and her high cheekbones and strong jawline gave her an unmistakeably Scandinavian look.

“Err, err… yeah I do,” I stuttered.

“Oookaay, that’s good,” she said with a slight giggle. “Could you tell me what to do then?” she asked, a cheeky smile spreading across her face.

I’d been caught completely off guard by the way she looked and I did my best to gather my composure. The way she smiled at me though made me think it wasn’t the first time a man had been struck dumb in her presence.

“Umm, you need a fifty cent piece. Have you got one? It’s a great shower though, lovely and warm and powerful. I’ve been here before, a few weeks ago. I bet you need a shower with all this rain, it’s like being at home,” I blurted out, my mouth operating far faster than my brain.

She gave another little giggle.

“I guess you’re English then?” she asked as she continued to feel around in her pockets, presumably for a purse.

“Yep, English here. Well, British really I suppose. My Mum’s Scottish and my Dad’s Welsh so I’m not really English at all. I was born there though so maybe I am. Who knows?” I laughed nervously whilst inside I begged my brain to get a grip and stop me babbling like a fool. “Where are you from, Sweden by any chance?”

“I’m from Norway actually, good try though!”

“Oh great, I’d love to go there sometime. I bet it’s a bit like home for you here too then, what with the fjords and everything?”

“I suppose so,” she replied. “I’m from Oslo though so we don’t have many fjords there,” she grinned.

“What about the weather though? Is it similar to England?” My toes curled at my latest inane question. Asking about the weather? What had happened to me? I wasn’t used to being such a blethering imbecile but then again I suppose I wasn’t used to making small talk with a girl who looked as though she could make even Rupert Everett think twice about the gender of his partner. And then there was that ankle bracelet.

“I haven’t been to England, I’m afraid,” she replied. Her smile seemed to fade slightly.

I needed to pull myself together before she decided I was a simpleton. In my defence I’d been driving all day and had only come in expecting a shower but how often was I going to have the opportunity to chat to someone who was, to my eye at least, model-material, and friendly with it.

“Sorry,” I laughed, giving her my best handsome yet intelligent smile. “You know us Brits, obsessed with the weather. I’m Sam, by the way”.

“Hi Sam, I’m Anna.”

We shook hands. I prayed that my palm wasn’t too clammy. As Anna retrieved her hand from mine the shower cubicle door opened and a man about my age emerged, towelling his hair dry.

“Shower’s free guys”, he said as he walked past. “Probably not much point in drying my hair though eh?”

“Nope, still pissing down,” I told him.

“My god, you are obsessed!” said Anna with a laugh as the guy steeled himself before braving the maelstrom outside.

I cringed again but Anna, having found her purse, was trying to find the all-important coin. Ever the gentleman, and now desperately trying to make up for my ineptitude thus far, I invited Anna to jump ahead of me in the queue and use the shower.

“Damn,” she exclaimed, stamping her foot in frustration. “I haven’t got fifty cents. Have you got change?” she asked, holding up a five dollar note.

Now I was faced with a dilemma. Did my chivalry stretch far enough to give Anna my sole fifty cent piece, thereby denying çaycuma escort myself the one thing that had kept me going all day or was it time I looked out for number one? I had, after all, gone to the effort of ensuring I had the requisite coin — Anna clearly hadn’t been a girl guide. The rain was still lashing down outside the shower block, its tin roof made each drop sound like a ball bearing and the force of the wind was causing the door and window to rattle violently. I looked at Anna as she stood in front of me, her useless five dollars in her hand. She was probably used to getting whatever she wanted from men, merely by pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelids. No, I thought, for once I’m not going to be swayed by blonde hair, a sexy smile and a perfect figure. I needed this bloody shower. I deserved it after that drive. I glanced at her ankle, encircled by the little silver chain. The heavens and wind combined to apparently hurl another load of shotgun pellets at the flimsy roof.

“Shit, I’m really sorry Anna, I’ve only got this one,” I said, taking the coin from my pocket.

She looked crestfallen. A little frown spread across her forehead and her bottom lip came out a little. For all I knew she’d had as bad a day as me. I felt genuinely sorry but she was a stranger and I was in need. OK, she was an extraordinarily attractive stranger but I really had no obligation to help her and put myself out.

“Sorry, I feel bad,” I said again, a little sheepishly.

Her expression brightened and she lifted her head.

“Oh it’s OK, don’t be silly.” She slapped me playfully on the arm. “I’ll just have to stay stinky!”

“Why do I find it hard to believe you could ever be stinky?” I laughed.

Anna looked at me, her head cocked to one side.

“Oh Sam, you’re so sweet.” There was a playful tone to her voice, or was it just her accent?

I made to move past her, towards the shower cubicle but Anna stepped to her left, blocking me. She put her hand to my chest.

“There is a way round this, you know.”

“Umm, is there?” I said dumbly.

“Yes, silly!” She gently slapped me again. “We could share?”

For the second time in five minutes I was rendered speechless. Had this Norwegian goddess really just invited me to share a shower with her? I looked at her, my mouth opening and closing like an idiot. Anna grinned at me.

“We’ll be saving water,” she laughed as yet another tidal wave of rain crashed against the window.

My mind was racing. Was this an innocent proposal that would mean we both could have a shower or was it something more? I’d never been the sharpest when it came to picking up sexual signals from girls. Visions of all the opportunities I’d missed over the years flashed before me. I couldn’t let this chance go begging, even if Anna had nothing dirtier in mind than getting clean. At the very least I’d have some amazing mental images to wank over for the rest of my life.

I took a deep breath. “Err, Ok then,” I managed. “If you’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure silly,” she giggled, turning towards the open door.

The cubicle was small, as it would be, having been designed for one person. There was a hook on the back of the door and a shelf above it. Anna slipped off her anorak and hung it on the hook, then locked the door. She kicked off her flip flops and unzipped her shorts, wiggling her hips to help her pull them down. I stood gormlessly in the corner, transfixed by her golden, shapely legs now only encumbered by a plain pair of black knickers.

Anna looked at me as she stood up, having folded her shorts and put them on the shelf.

“Come on Sam,” she laughed, “stop being so English. British, whatever you are!”

I muttered an apology and told myself to get it together. I reminded myself that we were there to shower, it wasn’t a big deal. I began to undress and tried not to stare too hard.

By the time I was down to my boxer shorts Anna had lined up a row of bottles on the floor of the shower and was taking off her watch. She was completely naked, save for the silver chain that kept catching my eye. Her body matched her face in its flawlessness — full, pert breasts with prominent, pinky-brown nipples, a deliciously ripe-looking bottom, as pert as her tits, perfectly smooth skin, evenly tanned save for where her bikini covered her and, when she turned to face me, a neatly shaved pussy with only a narrow strip of blonde pubic hair. She smiled at me as I gawped at her.

“Come on Sam, we haven’t got all day!”

As she spoke she reached in front of her and whipped down my boxer shorts, squealing with laughter as she did. She looked me up and down. Fortunately I was far too discombobulated by the whole situation to be in danger of embarrassing myself with an inappropriate erection, in fact I hoped I wasn’t so perturbed that I would appear deficient in my masculine development.

“Very nice,” she said. “Now, we’ve both çayırova escort seen each other — let’s get wet!”

I snapped out of my dazed state, still trying to comprehend exactly how I’d come to be sharing a tiny shower cubicle with a Scandinavian supermodel, and retrieved the all-essential coin from my shorts’ pocket. I started the mechanism and we both stepped under its blissful cascade.

As I remembered the shower was hot and powerful and just what I needed. Anna seemed to be enjoying it too. The steam rose all around us and the air filled with the clean, fresh scents of her shampoo and cleansers. She stood in front of me and I had the not at all disappointing view of her back and bum. As we lathered ourselves I allowed myself to take in as much of my showering partner’s attributes as I could. The hot water glistened on her golden skin as she washed, the suds sliding down the smooth form of her body towards her slender waist. At the base of her back, above her peachy bottom were two dimples. As she moved under the shower, her tits sporadically came into view and I had to resist the almost overwhelming temptation to reach out and hold them. The dimensions of the cubicle meant that every so often one of us would accidentally bump into the other. At first each touch was followed by a polite apology but soon we forgot the niceties and accepted the inadvertent touches as inevitable.

Anna remained with her back to me and as I washed and relaxed under the hot water I decided this was probably for the best as I was starting to enjoy the experience. Despite some noticeable tingles my cock hadn’t yet started to misbehave but I didn’t want to increase the risk of embarrassment for both of us. My powers of concentration were about to be severely challenged, however.

“Sam, please would you wash my back?”

I froze for a second before taking the offered bottle. Was this an invitation to do more or an innocent request? Of course I’d wash her back, what sane man wouldn’t? This could be it, I thought, maybe this was her plan all along. Whatever, I’d still have the chance to touch her perfect body properly without freaking her out. Just relax, I told myself. She’s an uninhibited European – this is probably a common occurrence for her.

I poured some of her lotion onto my hand and, pausing for a second to prepare myself, began to massage her back and shoulders. Her skin was as smooth to the touch as it was to the eye and I gently moved my soapy palms around her body, inhaling the flowery aromas, all my senses fully alert to absorb the experience. My hands moved from her shoulders, down her back to her dimples, then back to her shoulders and I took the opportunity to press a little more firmly, massaging her with my thumbs. Anna murmured quietly in appreciation and I took this as a sign to continue. I rubbed up and down her body, circling my hands, sometimes pressing more firmly when I saw fit. I dared to explore a little further, massaging up and down her arms and around her waist. I wasn’t brave enough to go further than the small of her back, my fingertips only grazing the tops of her buttocks, fearful that I’d overstep the mark and bring this glorious experience to a premature end.

The combination of the heat, the relaxing cataracts of the shower and the feel of a nubile Nord under my hands were beginning to affect my judgement, though, and my concentration was slipping. I’d overcome my initial British reserve and was thoroughly relaxed and, as a consequence, nature was beginning to take its course. As I explored Anna’s back with my hands the inevitable happened and the tingles in my groin became something more obvious. Blood was rushing to my cock and it rose from the terrified state in which it had so far remained until I was fully erect, pointing somewhere up Anna’s back. I stepped back a little to give myself more room but the confines of the cubicle meant I had nowhere to go. Anna shifted her position under the powerful jets and inadvertently brushed against my erection. My cock lurched at the touch and sent a bolt of electricity through my groin and into my stomach. I stopped for a second, praying Anna hadn’t realised what the protuberance in her back actually was but she gave no indication that she had noticed it.

Having assured myself I was in the clear I resumed my lathering despite the raging hard on, emboldened by Anna’s oblivion to my aroused state.

“You could go a little lower if you like?” she said, half looking over her shoulder.

My hormones now fully engaged, I didn’t need to be asked twice and I slipped my hands onto her soft, peachy bum. Gently squeezing her exquisite rump I gave up caring whether my cock came into contact with her and when Anna deliberately stepped back I was given no choice. We were now just inches apart and the tip of my erection sat upright, propped against her back.

“How long will this last, Sam?” she asked.

Continuing to rub her sumptuous arse I wondered what she was referring to.

“The shower, I mean,” she asked with a giggle.

“Mmm, quite a while I think. How long have we been here?”

Suddenly turning to face me, Anna looked at me and beamed. “I’m not sure, I kind of lost track.”

She looked down at my cock, its head pointing straight up at her.

He watched the couple moan as they fucked like they were being paid, probably because they were. Porn couldn’t quite scratch his ‘itch’ but it was the closest he could get without masturbating. It’s not easy to jerk off if you can’t move a single muscle below the neck, but a backed up hose threatens to explode and he’d do anything he could for relief.

Donovan was a quadriplegic and had been for most of his life. Being unable to move his limbs, he missed out on a lot of his childhood. No bikes, no sleepovers, no climbing trees. It hurt if he dwelled on it, but he was mostly unfazed. There were always other activities. Instead of bikes, he had books. Instead of climbing trees, he fell back on movies. No, it wasn’t childhood that haunted him: it was puberty. Teenage adolescence hit him like a truck-a feeling he knew from experience- and was the most miserable period of his life. Hormones began flowing and an intense desire of women drove him to the brink of insanity. For years, he’d never had relief. It was all he could do to hide his plight. How do you go about telling your nurses that you want to jerk off?

Through the miracles of technology, he could use his phone without his hands. With a stylus in the mouth, he could operate in silence, watching his guilty pleasures until he felt some measure of comfort. 23 year old Donovan would take anything that could help him through a sexual draught drier than the Sahara. He wasn’t bad looking, by any means. His limbs hadn’t atrophied and he still maintained a healthy figure through discipline and restraint. His dark brunette curls and blue eyes were enough to drive any girl crazy, but the chair was the one hurdle nobody had yet to jump over.

May walked in, ripping him from his thoughts as he closed his tab as quick as he could. She didn’t notice. It wasn’t the first time. He was some sort of disabled ninja when it came to protecting his hidden desires. May does her routine for the third time this shift and checks Donovan’s vital signs on a mini portable pulse oximiter.

“You feeling okay?” she asks.

“Of course I am,” he lied through his teeth, “Why?”

“Your pulse is really high.”

“Freak thing, I guess. Not the first time it’s been wonky,” he lied again.

May didn’t seem convinced, but without an explanation, she had to accept his answer. She jots her notes and gets the Hoyer lift out. Lift meant bedtime. He hated the lack of control his disability gave him and yearned to express his dominant side. It wasn’t in the cards for someone like him, but he could dream.

May gets him into bed and goes through her next routine to get him ready for bed. He sits through it, bucak escort limp and emotionless. Just another night. Just another routine. He just wanted to escape to his dreams where maybe he could get some lucid action. Not that he would remember come morning.

“You feeling pretty happy there, Don?” May asks, breaking the silence.

“What?”

Wordlessly, she motions towards his lower half. Creening his neck as best as he could, he looked down to where she pointed. There, in its full glory, was a raging boner. Those happened without his control, but its timing was a hell of a coincidence.

“So this is why your heart rate was so high. Heart was busy supporting this little guy.”

He cringed at the word little, but he had to admit that having May talking about his erection was a turn on. No female experience coupled with a nurse fantasy, he couldn’t resist the flush in his face as his body reacted in ways he’d not felt before except in only the worst cases of sexual frustration.

“Never had this happen to me yet. You controlling this, Don?”

“N-no,” he choked out, using the truth this time.

“You know I can’t really deal with this, right? You think it will go down in a bit?”

“Yeah, it should. It doesn’t happen for too long. Just continue. Ignore me.”

Of course he told her to ignore him, but God only knew what he would give to instead have her pay full attention to it. He knew May was attractive, staff or not. He had working eyes and a professional relationship couldn’t stop them from admiring her. He didn’t like scrubs. He requested nurses wear casual clothing while in his home. May tried to dress loose, but everything looked tight on her because of her breasts. They weren’t porn star big, but they were certainly large enough to put other women to shame. She was young, mid-20’s at least. She’d graduated nursing school not long before signing on as a home nurse for Donovan. She had deep red hair, nearly black, that she kept short to keep cool while working. He loved short hair and big “assets” on his women, and May delivered on all counts. There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t soft or curvier than a country road.

May continued with his care, pretending to be oblivious to the erection in front of her. Donovan caught her on more than one occasion glancing at it, subtly eyeing it. Donovan felt like he was on fucking fire, but he managed to stay calm through some miracle or with downright divine willpower. May finished what she was doing, but the boner had not gone down an inch.

“Well, thought this would go away,” May says.

Donovan had no words, no quip bulancak escort to divert her attention to a different subject. She was his nurse and he was terrified of making the wrong move and losing her. On the other hand, he couldn’t think of a single thing he wanted more.

May bites her lip in concern. “You know… what if all this blood does something to your blood pressure?”

Blood pressure? How in the hell is that? He knew pain could spike his blood pressure, but what would a little bit of a diverted flow do to him? He had been so taken off guard that he didn’t notice May reaching down to his dick and rub it.

“It’s only right that I take care of this. F-for your health, of course!”

Now she had his attention as Donovan could only watch as May took off her glove and started stroking his cock. His heart leapt into his throat. He could feel his heart beat in a hard rhythym that reverberated in his head like an echo. Donovan couldn’t feel the touch, but he experienced pleasure all the same. Being paralyzed causes one to redefine sexual pleasure, opening their mind to a world of sex beyond simple touch.

May pumped her hand up and down, staring intently at his cock as she gave him his first handjob. Donovan moaned quietly to himself as she jerked him off.

“Mmm… it’s too dry. I could hurt you. I better get it wet.”

Defying his most hopeful fantasies, May bent over the bed and took his cock into her mouth. For a minute, her head bobbed hypnotically as she licked and sucked, covering every inch of Donovan. With a sudden movement, she took Donovan into her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft until she touched his balls. The sight, the sound, the phantom feeling of pleasure drove Donovan to new heights as his breathing got heavier.

May popped his cock out of her mouth with a soft moan of her own.

“Confession time,” she said as she went back to jerking him off, “I’ve been wanting this for a little while.”

“What? Really? Why?” Donovan said in pure disbelief.

She gave him a mischievous grin. “Call it curiosity. You’re handsome, Don, chair or not. I’m used to seeing your dick and I’ve been dying to know just what it can do.”

“Really?” Donovan echoed himself.

She nods and gives his member a quick lick. “I know you watch porn, Don. Those headphones don’t cancel everything. You must be so pent-up. Do you want inside me, Don?”

He had no words. He stared at her, breathing hard and face red, then nodded. Nodding was all he was capable of at this point. He half expected to wake up any moment, but no dream had ever lasted this long.

May bulanık escort climbed onto the bed, straddling Don backwards. She leaned forward as she tugged her pants down slowly, intentionally giving her patient a show. Black lace. Lace? She had to have been prepared, or at least hoped, for this to happen. She really was being serious and she really did intend to fuck Don and make him feel like the human he never thought he was.

Shaking her ass to take her panties off, she was finally ready. She turned around to face Don. She reached behind him and sat him forward, pulling him to her. She held on to his head and guided it down.

“I want you to see this, Donovan.”

With her other hand, May guided Don’s miraculously still hard dick into her. Her pussy lips spreading apart until she took him all the way to the hilt. She laid him back down and slowly starting riding him. The mental pleasure, the pressure he could feel with May on top of him, the sound of her moans mixed with his, they drove Don to the edge.

“I can’t control my orgasm. I don’t know when I’ll cum. Do we need protection?”

May didn’t answer. Instead she laid down on top of Don and silenced him with a hard, hungry kiss. This was first kiss as well. His technique didn’t matter as May took charge, running her tongue around in his mouth with a desperate passion that took his breath away. She rode him harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping and their moans filling the once silent room.

Don’s neck tensed up and he started to shake, his moans getting louder. May took this as an indication to let loose and fuck him like she was stealing the life from him. The bed shook, their bodies shook, their moans got louder until they bordered on shouts.

“Fuck! Fuck!” May yelled.

May held still, pressing the whole of her body against Don and biting his neck until even he could feel the pain. She shook from bottom to top as she moaned into Don’s neck. Her breathing settled after several moments and she spoke with heaving breaths.

“You just made a girl cum, Donny. How does that make you feel?”

“Did…did I cum too? I felt something I can’t explain.”

May stands up, pulling Don’s cock out of her. A thin stream of white trickled out shortly after.

“What do you think, sexy?”

“Sexy? Wait. Won’t me cumming inside be-“

He couldn’t finish as May smothered him once again in a kiss, this time with him catching on and reciprocating.

“You’ll be fine, Don. Ever thought maybe I prepared for this? I took a pill and I might have given you one too. How do you think you stayed up so long?”

Donovan hadn’t considered that and if his face wasn’t already flushed from sex, he have even blushed. This was an unexpected night for him. Hell, it was a scenario he never considered would come true. He wasn’t only wrong about that night. The taboo barrier now broken, his nurse had a new way of taking care of him from then on.

Ping! As the elevator arrived at the Political Science department, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the next few hours. It had been a long day and I was tired. Usually I looked forward to Thursdays, but my mood had not been helped by personal matters. As I stepped out of the elevator I mentally berated myself yet again for losing this extra time that could be done doing something else; but it didn’t stop a small shiver of excitement.

Nodding to a few professors, I quickly walked toward Professor Laurence McDowell’s office, where I received extra help for Topics in Ancient Political Theory. Turning my gaze, I felt the warm sun through the windows as I contemplated the Boston skyline. Once again I reminded myself why I was here. As I glanced up at the clock, I knew that I had arrived a little early and decided to mentally review what material I needed help with. However, I noticed my thoughts drifting the longer I pondered.

The material was interesting to me and the professor was an excellent teacher. However, my parents’ impending divorce, the advanced nature of the course, the load of my other classes, RAing, and my time spent working to support myself caused my grades to slip.

I was lucky Professor McDowell had noticed the less than spectacular papers and was more than willing to help. His enthusiasm for teaching and his students led me to choose Political Science as my major, as well as him for an advisor. He was well liked by students, and it wasn’t a surprise to see the same students take as many of his courses that they could, me included.

Once the professor understood my situation, he had been incredibly helpful. He had recommended alternate texts to read, people in the class who could help me, and offered weekly private office hours to go over the material along with any questions I had.

And it’s the private office hours that you really look forward to, said a small voice in the back of my mind. I shushed it, but had to agree. Grateful for the help, I was also secretly thrilled that I’d get to spend time with the professor without any interruptions.

Unlike some of his colleagues, McDowell was rather attractive. I had first become drawn to him when he had been a guest speaker in one of my lectures. He had been so confident and cheerful, speaking to the students, rather than at them. His blue eyes would sparkle and light up when he became particularly enthusiastic, and it was impossible not to be caught up with him. The professor’s hair often would fall into his eyes, and he’d push it back impatiently while speaking. When I began to recognize that habit of his, I thought it made him look like a dark and brooding romantic hero with no time to deal with trivialities like his hair.

When taking classes taught by him, I tried to dismiss my interest as a student crush on a teacher. It was to little avail. His attractiveness was not lost on other female students, nor the information that the professor was divorced. Sometimes it could be murderous trying to see him under normal circumstances, as many of them liked to see him just to “chat”.

You have him all to yourself now, said that same voice. I shook my head to clear it and knocked on the door to his office. After hearing “Come in!” I opened the door. Vivid blue eyes blinked at me over reading glasses; apparently I had interrupted something. He smiled when he saw I had entered.

“Emily!” he greeted me, rising. “Now I can procrastinate more in grading that never-ending pile of exams. I am eternally in your debt.” The skin around his eyes crinkled as he grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile at his boyish enthusiasm.

“I am glad I saved you from the tediousness,” I replied, playing along. “Now, if you were really in my debt, you’d give me an ‘A.’ How about it, Professor?”

“We-e-ll” he said, drawing out the word, “your arrival only delayed the inevitable. I’ll have to get to them eventually.” McDowell leaned forward conspiratorially and gave me a small smile. “How about…a ‘B’?”

I folded my arms and shook my head. “Come on! It’s not my fault someone procrastinated in grading them. ‘B+’ at least.”

“Or, you could do this the right way.” He nodded toward the chair in front of his desk. “If we don’t start, we’ll be here all night.” McDowell cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “That would be scandalous!”

Yes it would, but it’d be fun… We chuckled, but I felt a little uneasy. I tried to hide my discomfort by sitting down and settling myself in. I wondered if he knew how many of his female students would just love to pull an all-nighter with him.

After a brief pause Professor McDowell sat down. He began to neaten his desk a bit, pushing the exams aside as he brought the books we needed into view. Realizing he had a considerable number of exams and other items to re-arrange, he looked up at me. “Just give me a moment to switch gears here.”

Take all the time you need, Professor. I bergama escort watched him as he tried to organize himself as quickly as possible. My tired mind let my thoughts drift as I waited.

I often fantasized about what I could do when alone with the professor in his office. How we’d appear simply as a professor and his student to the rest of the world. How that pretense would be dropped as soon as it was just the two of us. I’d playfully remove his glasses, pull him to me by his tie and we’d share quiet, passionate kisses before leaving for a romantic dinner.

Other times I’d imagine being the naughty student being “punished” by him. Despite my protestations he would force me down, holding my wrists against my back. Using his weight and strength, he’d bent me over a desk, driving himself into me. I’d try to push him away, only to end up thrusting against him…

“There we go.” McDowell had finished organizing the desk and settled into his chair. He looked up at me and smiled. The professor relaxed as he stretched his arms up and cupped his hands behind his head, waiting for me to start. Unfortunately, it was his turn to wait as I was distracted by how nice the shirt looked on him. Not only did it bring out his eyes, it also showed off his muscular chest and shoulders. I briefly imagined what it’d be like to tear off that shirt and see what his bare chest looked like, running my hands down his warm skin…

His voice brought me back to reality. “Emily? Are you ready to start? Are there any burning questions that we should get out of the way?”

I inwardly sighed, knowing that I was here for a few hours of hard work and not a sexual dalliance. “Actually, I had a question about certain points in the discussion regarding Hobbes’ theory on the state of nature…”

Over the next few hours we went through the various political philosophers talked about during class. Eventually my brain had had enough and I was getting frustrated through sheer exhaustion.

McDowell sympathetically smiled at me over his reading glasses. “We’ve gone over a lot of stuff. I’m sure your brain is tired. Mine is. Let’s take a break.”

I stood and stretched, my eye catching the couch he had along the wall. Realizing it’d be much more comfortable than the chair; I took a few steps and threw myself on it, grateful for the cushioning. As I put my head back to relax my neck, I saw McDowell move to join me.

I felt the couch shift with his weight, and I moved closer to the edge to give him space. I didn’t think it was best to get too close to him, as the couch wasn’t very big. Sometimes I wondered if he knew how I, or how many of his female students felt about him. On occasion it seemed he wasn’t averse to playfully flirting back with me, but I knew it’d never go anywhere.

He imitated my position, resting the back of his head against the top of the couch. We sat there in silence for a few moments, until I heard the movement of the couch fabric. Turning my head, I was drawn into his blue eyes, only perhaps a foot away from my own.

“Emily, are you okay?” His question prompted a frown from me, as I wasn’t sure what had trigged it. The professor continued to gaze at my face, almost as if he was searching for something. “You seem to be tired, and I noticed your attention occasionally drifting both in class and here. Has something happened?”

I turned my head away from him, looking up. I did not really want to get into it. I spoke to his ceiling. “Yeah, I’m ok as can be.”

His head lifted from the couch, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him intently looking at me. Some of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, and I resisted the urge to tuck the strands back into place. “I don’t want to pry, or to make you uncomfortable. If…if you felt my comment about staying here all night was inappropriate, I’m sorry.”

Feeling embarrassed, I turned towards McDowell. It had been a joke. “No, it wasn’t you. I knew you were joking…it’s just all the other…stuff.” That was eloquent.

He edged a little closer, gently placing two fingers on my wrist. His skin felt warm against mine, and I felt an urge to snuggle up and rest my head against his shoulder. “I only want to help Emily. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Exhaling, I explained that I received a phone call from home from my mom. “She seems to think I’m going to go into politics or something. She still can’t or won’t understand why I didn’t go into engineering or computer science. That’s where the good money is, according to Mom. And with that money comes security, like she doesn’t remember the dot com bust.

“I don’t know. I can’t make her understand that Political Science as a major will automatically make me an intern to some sleazy politician. She’s still hounding me to change my major. That it would mean I’d be graduating much later than planned doesn’t seem to register either.

“Then she goes on and on about biga escort my brother. She’s trying to guilt trip me into doing what she wants so he won’t go off and become an architect or something. I mean really, it’s not like he’s planning to open a video game store or something. But no, he’s rebelling, and heaven forbid we children don’t do what our parents want us to do.

“She’s just mad about the divorce. Her marriage failed, so now she has to make sure we’re in “good” jobs so she can show the world that she didn’t fail in something. I don’t know. I just want her to leave me alone.” I stopped, saying what it was I really wanted her to do.

I sat there, breathing hard with my shoulders hunched. Sometimes I just wanted to hit something after talking to my mom. Hearing only silence, I turned to the professor, afraid I had offended or perhaps unnerved him. To my surprise, he had a grin on his face.

He spoke through his smile. “Actually, I’ve often felt jealous of politicians.”

I felt my brow furrow, completely taken aback by this turn of the conversation. “Why?”

His smile broadened. “Professors don’t get sleazy interns. Certainly we get the Teaching Assistants, but they’re not as fun. They’re busy working on their theses or dissertations or something.”

Despite it all, I couldn’t help but smile at his flippancy. Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I faltered. At first I thought the professor was trying to lighten the mood. Yet, whether by the inflection of his voice or the look in his eye, it seemed as though there was something more to his words. I gazed at him, unsure of what to say.

I decided to keep it playful as I opted to raise the stakes. I raised an eyebrow and winked. “Interns don’t have a monopoly on sleaze, you know.”

McDowell’s eyes widened for a moment. His chest expanded and I noted once again how nicely he filled his shirt as he inhaled and maintained a single breath. His eyes lowered for a few seconds, then he exhaled. “No, I suppose they don’t. But we were talking about your family situation, right?”

I stopped, preferring the teasing and even sexy direction the conversation had been taking. It was a lot more fun than thinking about how my parents were driving me crazy. I didn’t have to turn my head, as I did not want to see McDowell’s eyes watching me. He seemed to know that he had hit a touchy subject, and I thought I could detect sadness in his voice.

“I know it’s hard…” His voice came calmly to my ear. “But it’s not easy for your Mom either. She’s going to have to provide for herself now. You said that she stopped working before you were born, I believe?” I nodded, feeling comforted by the soothing tones of his voice. “And of course, being Asian, there’s always the cultural and academic pressure.”

I smiled and inclined my head towards him. I tried to find something to say that would make him smile. “Are you saying non-Asians don’t have the same pressures? You’re stereotyping…”

But McDowell wasn’t going to be diverted. “I didn’t say that and you know it.”

Momentarily hurt, I stared at the ceiling again. “Emily…I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. Divorce is not easy for anyone. Your parents have legitimate worries. Not only will they not have the security of marriage, they still have two children to make sure get their degrees and have a stable and secure income.”

“And marry me off,” I mumbled, adding yet another item to my list of gripes. I heard a sigh from my left, and felt chastised. “I didn’t mean to drag all this in here, Professor. I know it’s not easy and I know they only want what’s best for me, but…”

“But they’re your parents and they drive you nuts. Yes, I know.” McDowell always made me smile, and he didn’t fail here. He however, remained serious as he sighed.

“It’s not easy, having to worry about your kids’ tuition when going through a divorce. You know I’m divorced, right? Perhaps it might help if you hear it from a parent’s perspective?”

I was surprised by his willingness to share but agreed. McDowell had mentioned his divorce when I told him of my own circumstances originally, but had never gone into the details until now.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a quiet voice. “I met Michelle in grad school. I took the academic route, became a professor. I thought she was crazy when she wanted to do a joint degree, but she said she could earn more money with both a MBA and JD.” He smiled, a faraway look in his eyes.

“We thought we had it made. I’d teach, she’d work part-time once the kids came. We could live the American dream and have it all, the white picket fence, the 2-3 kids, dog, you name it.” McDowell, faltered his smile fading.

“I don’t know what happened really. We just let our careers get in the way, like so many other couples. We just drifted apart after Luke was born. It just seemed we couldn’t recapture what we had. I guess I thought having another child would help bornova escort solidify the family, but it didn’t help. Not that either one of us regret Veronica.

“At first it wasn’t great for the kids, but I think they handled it a lot better than we did. Sometimes Luke tells us we worry too much, that we’re always asking how he and his sister are feeling. Michelle and I only want to make sure they know we’re there for them, no matter what. Parents forget how strong children are sometimes.”

He took a deep breath and paused, gathering his thoughts. I had not asked about his divorce before and sensed it had been something he didn’t really want to discuss. It was strange to hear him talk about it, yet comforting at the same time. Still, I said nothing and let him continue.

“But they adjusted well. Both are getting good grades and complain we worry about them too much. Michelle and I know we didn’t handle the situation well at first, but they’ve been wonderful. Luke’s really enjoying his football and Veronica has advanced yet another belt in kung fu. At this rate I’m going to be living with an NFL player and Mulan.” His voice faded away and I smiled at both his pride for his children and the cultural reference.

McDowell became somber. “I don’t feel like I spend enough time with them. I mean, I go to the games and the belt promotion ceremony things. Michelle is certainly willing to compromise and reschedule. But work has been so hard. It’s all research and reading and PhD dissertations and committee meetings. I thought things would be easier once I had tenure.”

I remained silent as waited for more. It seemed completely inappropriate to say anything. He didn’t and we sat there, lost in thought. I wasn’t sure whether to say something, or whether it’d even be appropriate to say anything. McDowell turned back to me. “I’m sorry! This is your confession time, not mine. We’re here to discuss you, not me. I didn’t mean to get side-tracked.”

I shook my head and frowned, trying to figure out what to say to make him feel better. “It’s okay Professor, really.”

Despite my reply, he moved closer so that our faces were just inches from each other. His eyes shined like a pair of topazes. “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do? I know you’ve had a very hard time, Emily. You’re going to be thrown out into the adult world, to scratch a living for yourself. Granted, your parents really are not making things easier for you…” his drifted for a moment and it seemed he was trying to find his voice, or the appropriate words. “If you need anything Emily, you know you can always ask me. I’ve been there. I understand.”

I nodded. His hand felt strong and warm against my skin. I took a deep breath and tried not to stare into his eyes while trying to voice an adequate reply. “Thank you, Professor. You’ve already been a big help.”

This appeared to be the end of the conversation and I thought he’d move away. Yet it seemed there was some magnetic force there, keeping me inches from him. I was becoming very aware of his proximity and I knew I ought to leave, as I didn’t want to possibly embarrass myself. As I mustered my willpower I thought all I wanted to do at that moment was to sit there for the rest of the night.

Reluctantly I forced my head away, ready to depart. Suddenly his hand left my wrist and I could feel his arm coil around my waist, pulling me towards him. Before I could say anything, his other arm snaked around me and he pressed his lips to mine.

In my shock, I thought I was dreaming; but the feel of his lips kissing my own and his tongue exploring my mouth were both real. They weren’t tentative, exploratory kisses, it seemed as though he was trying to absorb as much of me as he could through the kiss. I breathed in his scent as I could feel my arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and neck, my fingers entangled in his hair. The moment seemed so unreal, but I didn’t let go. If it was a dream, I was going to hang onto it for as long as possible.

What are you doing?! As if by mutual psychic thought we sprang away from each other. I practically leaped off the couch as I backed away from him. McDowell rose as well, tentatively bouncing on of his feet. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to step closer or back away. From the looks of it, I don’t know if he knew himself.

I looked at him, breathless from the kiss, still unable to really think lucidly. We stared at each other, breathing hard. “I…” I started, wonderfully articulate. His eyes were so blue, I thought I’d drown in them. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, or of anything else, for that matter.

“Emily…” came his voice, filled with desire, fear, and desperation. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it…it was inappropriate.” McDowell backed away from me, eyes wide, palm wiping his mouth, as if to take away the taste of my kiss. “It’s…I think—go! I’m sorry. You should go.” He was babbling now, the reality hitting him.

I cautiously stepped closer to him, unable to decide what to do. What should I say? Should I say anything? My professor had just kissed me. Or did I kiss him? It was what I had always wanted. I was here of my own free will. This was a dream. No, I was really in his office. And he had kissed me.

Some may remember this, as I posted it previously as an illustrated story. I took down the illustrated version, so I thought I’d put up the text version again. The illustrated version is available ( and a future story is going to have an illustrated version as well, though it won’t be posted to Lit ) so just ask if you’d like to have me email it to you.

Thanks to everyone who read, voted, and commented on the original.

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Andrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly what she was doing.

The feeling was silly, but it hadn’t stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it.

Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn’t have much in the bag — just one change of clothes, and a few other, more important things. If things worked out as planned, she wouldn’t be dressed very often anyway. That’s where the lube, her vibrator, and everything else in the bag would come into play.

Between work and class, she and Steven had barely seen each other for the last month. Andrea had to work long hours to pay for her apartment, now that her roommate had moved out. She really needed another roommate, or to convince Steven that they should move in together.

Regardless, Andrea’s fingers and her vibe weren’t cutting it any more. She needed him badly, and now that their schedules had finally worked out, they had a whole weekend together — a long weekend.

Andrea had managed to convince one of her friends at work to take her shift, giving her Friday off as well. That provided the opportunity to surprise Steven today, adding one more day of fucking until neither of them could think straight.

Andrea was already wet thinking about it, and her panties would have been soaked, if she was wearing any.

Her heart nearly stopped when she walked around the corner and saw Kyle getting out of his car. No. You were supposed to be gone already, she thought with frustration. Her boyfriend’s roommate should have left yesterday for a job.

Kyle noticed her and nodded as she approached. “Hey, Andrea.”

Andrea tried to keep the irritation out of her voice when she said, “I thought you had a job this weekend.”

“Permit hang-up, so we can’t start until Monday.” He held up a hand and said, “Don’t worry. Steven said that you were coming over, so I’m crashing at a friend’s place for the weekend. Thought you had to work today, and were coming over tomorrow.”

Relieved, Andrea said, “I got today off, so I was coming to surprise him.”

“I just need to grab a movie, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

Andrea’s cheeks warmed a little when she caught Kyle’s eyes darting away from her nipples pressing against her blouse. She followed him to the door of the apartment, hoping that he would keep his word and leave quickly. She was absolutely in heat from lack of sex.

Kyle grabbed the doorknob, and made a surprised face when he found it locked. He shrugged, retrieved his key, and unlocked the door.

Both he and Andrea froze in place as the door opened to reveal clothing scattered everywhere around the front room. In the center of it all, a redheaded woman on her knees was sucking Steven’s cock.

Kyle quickly shut the door, but the damage was already done. Andrea spun and walked away, her eyes filling with tears. She barely registered Kyle muttering, “Fuck — dude,” as he turned to follow her.

“Hey, hang on,” Kyle called out as he hurried to catch up. “Sorry,” he said as he reached her. “Do you need a ride home?”

The next bus wouldn’t come around for some time, and the last thing Andrea wanted to do was sit at the bus stop — probably bawling the whole time — until it did. She took a deep breath and nodded.

“C’mon,” he said, and gestured toward his car.

Andrea sat silent in the passenger seat of his car, too hurt and stunned to even come to grips with the truth yet. She hugged her bag against her and fought back tears.

Kyle glanced over every so often as he drove, and finally said, “I promise you — I had no idea. I can’t believe he…” After a sigh, he added, “Steven’s an idiot. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.”

“Thank you,” Andrea responded in a soft voice. She actually felt a tiny fraction better when she heard the sincerity in his words. He sounded almost as if he was as upset with Steven as her.

The rest of the ride was silent. Kyle had said what he needed to say, and the chaos of emotions surging through Andrea kept her from speaking. She managed a thanks for the ride when he pulled up in front of her apartment, and then went directly to the bedroom.

Once safely home, the bottled up emotions within Andrea boiled over into a torrent of anger and tearful sobbing.

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Andrea’s depression had burned away in the heat of her balçova escort anger by the next morning — an emotion made all the stronger because she’d awakened from a sex dream, reminding her of what had happened, and her own needs.

She got on the bus with her bag again, but it was empty this time. She needed something to carry home the things that she’d left at the cheating prick’s apartment.

When she turned the last corner, she didn’t see Steven’s car at the apartment. He also hadn’t answered when she called his cell.

Fucking coward, she thought as she dug out her keys from her purse. She decided to find all of her things, throw her copy of his apartment key on his bed, and never speak to him again. He wasn’t even worth screaming at.

Andrea unlocked the door, her stomach going sour when doing it reminded her of not only of what she’d seen yesterday, but how much time and love she’d devoted to Steven.

When the door opened, she was surprised to see Kyle, because she hadn’t noticed his car when she walked up. The look on his face said that he was just as surprised to see her.

Kyle was bare-chested — completely bare-chested. Andrea was a little surprised to discover that he shaved his chest, and even more surprised by the tingle it caused between her legs. She’d never really paid much attention to him, because she was dating Steven, but now, it was hard not to notice his muscled chest, and his rugged, handsome face.

Andrea realized that she was staring when his eyebrows twitched upward.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were home,” Andrea said with a wince as she put her keys away. “I just came to get my stuff.”

“Go ahead. Let me know if you need any help finding something. I might know where he stashed it.”

Andrea could hear irritation in Kyle’s voice, but she could also tell by where it sounded the strongest that he was mad at Steven, not at her. “Thanks,” she said with a smile.

“No problem,” Kyle responded, and then turned back to the television.

Andrea’s eyes wandered to him one more time as she walked toward the bathroom. Despite the hurt of Steven’s betrayal, she still had a well of need inside her from the long dry spell, and the sight of Kyle with his shirt off was tapping into that.

A little shiver shook her as she crossed the threshold into the bathroom to retrieve her things there. Once again, she glanced at Kyle when she left the bathroom for Steven’s bedroom. This time, he looked her way as well, and their eyes locked for a moment. Andrea’s cheeks warmed, and she averted her eyes — but not before smiling at him again.

Andrea gathered up what few things of hers were in the bedroom, and then went on a hunt. It didn’t take her long to find the pair of panties that Steven had kept after the first time that they had sex. She stuffed the panties into her bag, relieving him of his trophy.

The more she thought about it, the madder Andrea got. She doubted that she was going to be able to avoid confronting Steven, regardless of her thoughts when she arrived to find him gone. She zipped up her bag, and walked back into the front room with a thousand biting comments flitting through her head.

Kyle looked over from the television and asked, “Find everything?”

Andrea nodded, and then relaxed her jaw, because her teeth were clenched in anger.

“You okay?”

“Just… You know…”

“Yeah,” Kyle said with a sympathetic shrug. “Pissed off, hurt, frustrated…”

“Very frustrated,” Andrea said before she could think about it. Looking at him made that particular emotion quite acute. Despite everything that had happened the day before, she’d still awakened wet and aroused from a hot dream. Now that she considered it, the mystery man who had fucked her so well as she slept reminded her of Kyle.

“You want to wait around until the next bus? I could give you a ride.”

Andrea’s first thought when he said that was, I’d love to ride you right now.

She was a little shocked by just how much her sexual needs were taking control of her. Her body was positively screaming at her that there was a half-naked, attractive man sitting right in front of her who would probably be more than willing to help her out.

Andrea walked in behind the couch and said, “You’re too sweet.”

“It’s no problem. Besides, we’re sort of in the same boat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I went out with that girl he was with a couple of times recently.”

Andrea laid her hand on his shoulder. “Oh my god — I’m sorry.”

“It’s no big deal. Wasn’t like it was anything serious, but it still pisses me off.”

Andrea unconsciously stroked her fingers over his shoulder. She only realized what she was doing when his shoulder quivered, and she felt a chilly pinch from her nipples stiffening. He was wearing Curve cologne — her favorite. Andrea’s fingers slipped over toward his neck, her eyes dropping to his bare, muscular chest.

He closed bandırma escort his eyes for a moment, and drew in a deep breath. “Do you use some kind of lavender lotion?”

She smiled, and nodded. “You’re wearing Curve, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his eyes looking deep into hers.

Andrea surrendered to her need, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “It drives me crazy,” she said as she moved in behind him and let her hands slide down his chest.

Andrea leaned over him as, delighting in the feeling of his hot skin beneath her fingers. She’d asked Steven to shave for her several times after he persuaded her to go completely bare, but he had always made excuses. She could see the bulge in Kyle’s jeans, and wondered how she’d possibly ignored it before.

Kyle smiled up at her, his muscles tightening. “How crazy?”

Andrea’s voice dropped into a sultry whisper when she answered, “This crazy,” and leaned down to kiss him.

For some reason, the light stubble on his chin excited her just as much as his bare chest. Her right hand stroked over his chin, while her left continued to explore his body. The kiss quickly grew impassioned, her tongue twining with his.

Kyle’s fingers wrapped around Andrea’s wrist, pulling her down to him. At the same time, he curled an arm around her to run his fingers through her hair, twining the digits into her blonde tresses.

Andrea was a little taken aback, at first. Since her first experimentations, she’d always been sexually aggressive. It was rare when she didn’t drive any sexual encounter, and Kyle switching up the roles on her caused her heart to skip a beat. His arms held her as surely as iron bars, though she had no desire whatsoever to escape.

He pulled away from the kiss with a deep groan, and let the hand on the back of her head drop down to the back of the couch. He maintained his grip on her wrist, and used it to swing her around the couch.

Andrea gasped, sensing his need for her in the strength of his grip, and the hunger in his eyes. As she walked around to the front of the couch, he let go, but only long enough to grab her other wrist and pull her to him once she was within reach.

Andrea sat down hard, a little off-balance from both his unexpected tug and the sheer animal attraction of him. For the first time in her life, Andrea felt like the prey, not the hunter.

She quickly discovered that she liked it.

Kyle kissed her hard, lifting the tail of her candy-striped tank up to expose her belly to his hand. He pulled her back against him as they kissed, his fingers tracing along her tummy and the top of her skirt, giving her chills. His other hand slipped around to join the first, and suddenly tugged her top up over her breasts.

“Oh yeah,” he quietly growled, and cupped the firm globes in his hands.

Andrea gasped as he squeezed her breasts, and rubbed the stiff, pink tips. He leaned in to suck the near one, and Andrea shuddered from the touch — far too long denied.

Kyle released her nipple with a hard slurp, and then turned her face to him as he lifted his head. While his lips pressed hard against hers, he tugged her skirt up to reveal her blue trimmed panties. Andrea whimpered as he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

Andrea moaned into the kiss, and then sucked in a stuttering breath as his fingers pressed against the damp spot on her panties. That touch didn’t last long, as he almost immediately jerked the cotton aside to expose her wet pussy to his fingers.

Kyle looked down as he parted her nether lips, and then dipped his middle finger deep into her saturated canal. “Damn, you’re wet,” he said as he wriggled his finger inside her.

“Oh, that feels good,” Andrea sighed. “Don’t stop.”

Kyle offered her a crooked grin, and then really went to work. Andrea’s breathing soon turned to pants as his fingers danced over her folds. The digits seemed to know how to touch her, just as well as her own. He found her every sensitive spot with just the right pressure, quickly building a hot tingle behind her mound.

Andrea reached over to feel his cock through his jeans, and licked her lips as she got a sense of him through the denim. From the very first touch, she knew he was big, and that only heightened the excitement of his talented fingers making her quiver.

As his fingers moved faster and Andrea’s passions mounted, she fumbled with his belt, trying to unhook the buckle. Her awkward attempts were made even more difficult when he started paying more attention to her clit, causing her to writhe in his grasp. She’d never had a man finger her pussy for this long before — let alone so well.

Andrea managed to pop open his belt buckle just as Kyle centered two fingers over her hood and rubbed them back and forth, rolling her swollen clit beneath. Jolts of pleasure shot up her spine, causing Andrea’s fingers to dig into the couch cushions and curl around his leather bayraklı escort belt — squeezing it tight in her grip.

Right as the first little itch of climax crept up on her, Kyle’s fingers slipped down to wriggle between her folds. Andrea whimpered in protest and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his fingers back to her clit.

Kyle easily resisted her attempt to regain control, and pinched her nipple in response. “Oh, that’s a beautiful pussy,” he whispered in her ear, and then planted several kisses on her neck.

“Please make me come,” Andrea whimpered. “It feels so good, but I need to come so bad.”

“You want me to make your pussy come?”

“Make my pussy come. Rub my clitty — please.”

Kyle growled as his fingers glided back to her hood. A sharp sigh escaped Andrea when his finger slipped beneath the protective sheathe to rub her juices directly into her swollen bud.

The itch behind Andrea’s mound returned almost instantly when Kyle started rubbing her clit with fast side-to-side strokes again. She was so wet that she could hear the squishy sounds of her folds sliding over each other, and feel drops of her juices spattering against her thighs. Warbling, pained-sounding cries bubbled from her lips as she ascended toward a peak.

“Do it. Come for me,” Kyle demanded in a low, quiet voice, his lips right next to her ear.

Andrea cried out as she reached the cusp of oblivion. “Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…” Her throat tightened, choking off her words into a sharp, coughing sound, and then she came.

A series of long, loud whimpers followed Andrea’s scream of release, and her hair whipped as her head lashed back and forth from the ecstasy shooting through her. Her fingers curled so tightly that she bunched up the stiff couch cushions between them. She growled when Kyle thrust two fingers deep inside her and kept rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Andrea’s hips bucked, trying to get more of his fingers inside her, and pressing her clit harder against his thumb. Her face flushed red hot, matching the feeling of hot tightness between her legs. She kept coming, releasing the pent up need that had built inside her for the last month.

The orgasmic thrashings of Andrea’s body slowed as her climax played out. She continued to twitch for a short while afterward — her pussy walls clamping down tight on Kyle’s buried fingers. She moaned in protest when the digits slipped from her with an audible slurping sound.

Andrea looked over at him as he sucked his fingers clean. “My god,” she groaned. “That was… Oh — that was fucking incredible.”

“Thought you liked it,” Kyle responded with a little chuckle, and then kissed her still-hot forehead.

“Nobody has ever made me come with his fingers before,” Andrea told him, her voice soft and languid from the warm glow of satisfaction filling her from head to toe.

Kyle adjusted his swollen erection, causing a final, sharp jolt of bliss to ripple through Andrea’s pussy. She reached for the button of his jeans, anxious for more.

Kyle popped open the button and pulled down the zipper, revealing the outline of his cock beneath the burgundy-striped boxers. He lifted his ass just enough to pull down his pants, letting his cock spring free.

“Oh my,” Andrea breathed when she saw him. He was an inch or so longer than Steven, and thicker as well. What really drew her attention was that his shaving hadn’t stopped at his chest. Only a thin trail of hair on his stomach pointed down to his smooth-shaven cock.

Andrea immediately cupped his balls in her hand, loving the feeling of the smooth orbs. This was something else she’d unsuccessfully tried to talk Steven into. She loved the way a man quivered when she licked and sucked his balls, but hated the kinky hairs tickling her and getting caught in her teeth.

Andrea sat up with the intention of leaning over his lap to take him in her mouth, but Kyle levered up from the couch to stand at the same time. He pulled his jeans down to almost his knees, and then grabbed her wrist.

“Oh!” Andrea exclaimed as he pulled her from the couch, guiding her to her knees. She dropped her panties before she knelt down, as the cotton was uncomfortably digging into her from being pulled aside. She tilted her head and leaned in to caress his dangling orbs with a broad swipe of her tongue.

“Oh yeah,” Kyle groaned from her ministrations. He put one hand on her shoulder, and twined the fingers of the other into her blonde locks.

Andrea lapped his tightening sack, and his cock bumped against her forehead as it twitched. She traced the creases with flickering touches of her tongue tip, and then looked up at him to say, “I love it all smooth.”

Kyle moaned as she maintained eye contact, while running her tongue up his shaft. She ended the teasing lick with a flicker of her tongue over the swollen head.

Andrea returned to his balls, and sucked the right one between her lips. She simply caressed it at first, but then sucked a little harder. Kyle’s fingers tightened in her hair, and she let him slip free, but only to take his other orb in her mouth.

Kyle groaned and breathed heavily as she continued her loving labor on his balls. Without warning, he slipped his hands under her arms.