Labor Day weekend – First Day

Labor Day is always a three-day weekend. We got a jump-start by packing up on Thursday night and then going down to the summer house right after work on Friday. We were ahead of the traffic and got there before all the in-laws.

All the way down Mary had been playing with my dick in the car. You know, letting her hand rest on my leg as I drove, then occasionally rubbing up and down and across my crotch. It felt good and I was hoping she would take my cock out and maybe give it a little kiss. The Garden State Parkway can be a little boring when you are going through the Pinelands and a little head would pass the time. No such luck, Mary just sat there, listened to the radio and fiddled with my dick with my shorts all closed up.

Once, just south of Toms River, a truck passed us with a young guy riding shotgun. He looked into my car and apparently noticed Mary’s hand on my lap. He must have said something to the driver because they slowed down so that he could get a better look. Mary didn’t notice at first, I told her what had happened as I slowed down a bit to let them pass and get back into the right lane. Mary always liked a little excitement during our drives, so she told me to speed up and pass the truck. I did, and as we went by the truck, Mary turned toward them and opened up her blouse and lifted up her bra flashing them a nice view of her tits. When she knew that she had their attention, she leaned across the center console and put her head into my lap. She bobbed her head up and down like she was giving me a blow job and I pressed down on the accelerator leaving the truck in our dust. Well, at least they had a new story to tell, I wasn’t really getting any head, and my shorts were still closed up

We eventually left the Parkway and headed toward the shore-house on local roads. We stopped at a mini-mall on the highway and picked up some beer and some Chinese take-out for dinner. We got to the shore-house and were happy to see that we were the first to arrive. We brought our stuff in from the car and put it into our customary bedroom. Mary put the Chinese onto plates and I opened a couple of beers. We ate dinner listening to the local radio station and looking out the sliding glass windows over the back yard and lagoon.

After dinner, Mary cleaned up quickly while I looked around the house for some playing cards. I found a couple of Pinochle decks in the sideboard and put them on the table. I noticed that Mary had gone into the bedroom, so I followed. She was still wearing her clothes from work, a short skirt, summer blouse and light panty hose. I was still wearing my cut-offs and a tee shirt. Mary decided to get changed and took her blouse and skirt off. She was standing there in her bra and pantyhose, so I took the opportunity to admire the view and explore a little.

I walked up behind her and cupped her tits while I pressed my groin against her butt. Mary responded by putting her hands back onto my neck and rubbing my head while I rubbed and squeezed her tits. She felt really good in her pantyhose and I told her so.

“Hmmm, you really feel good in those, want to fool around a little while?” I said.

“Someone will be here soon,” she replied. Then, after about another minute of my rubbing her tits she continued, “so, we’ll have to be quick.”

“Oh, they’re probably caught in traffic by now,” I said as I unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the bed.

“Whatever,” she purred as I started to roll her nipples between my fingers.

I undid my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. Then I pushed myself back against her butt, my hard-on held back by my jockeys and her pantyhose. Man, those pantyhose felt good on my dick and my legs.

“Lets try something,” I said as I guided her down onto the bed, face down.

I pulled my jockeys down and stepped out of them and my shorts at the same time. I pulled my tee shirt up and off. Mary was watching me and started to pull her pantyhose down.

“No, leave them where they are,” I told her.

“Why, aren’t they in the way,? She asked.

“Let me try something first,” I said as I pushed her back down onto the bed.

I lay down next to her and guided her up onto her side facing away from me. I managed to align my cock with the crack of her ass and pressed my throbbing dick against the smooth fabric of her pantyhose. It felt really good.

Mary sensed how I was enjoying this and arched her back making her ass cheeks spread out a little. This really felt good and I gave it a few more strokes. I could sense that Mary wasn’t getting much out of this so I reached around and put my hand down the front of her pantyhose and panties. I spread her pussy lips a little and found that she was already very wet.

I started rubbing her clit while I continued to rub my dick against her pantyhose clad butt. Mary started to enjoy the rubbing and was soon rocking her hips pumping herself against my hand in the front and my dick in the back. The bed was escort tesettürlü squeaking like hell, but who cared, there was nobody here but us.

We kept at it for a few minutes when Mary suggested that she take off her pantyhose so that we could properly fuck.

“Are you going to wear them again? I asked.

“No, this is the last day for this pair, why? she responded.

I didn’t answer directly, I removed my hand from her crotch and just rolled her over onto her back. I spread her legs out and found the crotch seam of her pantyhose. I went down there and grabbed the seam with my teeth. I latched on and pulled it away from her pussy, then with a twisting motion of my head I managed to tear the seam open a little. I put my fingers into the tear and spread it out exposing her panty-clad pussy.

Mary started to giggle when I tore the crotch out of her pantyhose.

“Wow, that’s the first time you’ve done that,” she remarked.

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said.

I guided her legs a bit further apart and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. Then I got between her legs and guided my stiff cock into her warm wet pussy through the new entrance in her pantyhose. When I was all the way in, we both noticed the new sensations on our legs as we started to do the horizontal rumba. I moved up and rode her high so that I could give her more stimulation on her clit with my pubic bone. Apparently this was working because soon Mary was pumping away on her way to a great orgasm.

I could tell that she was starting to come by her usual tell tale ‘teeth breathing’ noises and the urgency with which she was thrusting her crotch at me. Mary came violently, she had a good one. She let out a great moan while she was cumming and it lasted for almost a full minute. I slowed down to let her enjoy it.

When Mary had gotten her breath, it became my turn. I started to stroke her again when we heard a car door slam outside.

“Oh NO!”

I withdrew from Mary and quickly ran over and closed the door to our room. Mary was up peeking out the window and said: “It’s my brother and Pat.”

I still had a raging hard on and was starting to get a case of blue balls.

Mary looked at my condition and said, “We had better take care of that thing before you hurt someone with it.”

With that said, she knelt down on the side of the bed and invited me to enter her from the rear.

“Enough room with the new modification, or should I take them off?”

I stepped up behind her and felt for her pussy with the tip of my dick. I found it and sank in all the way. Mary felt as good as usual in this position.

“Looks like it’s going to work OK,” I whispered.

This is one of my favorite positions. I started to pump away and was beginning to feel a load of cum beginning to rise up in my balls.

“Hey, where are you guys “ we heard through the bedroom door, it was Mary’s brother.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” Mary yelled back.

Funny, when Mary shouted, it sort of tightened up her stomach and pussy muscles and it kind of felt good on my cock. I kept up stroking into her and soon had a good orgasm. I’ve had better, but considering all the distraction, it was all I could hope for. I think that Mary could sense this, and she said:

“I’ll make this up to you, maybe later tonight, OK?”

It was OK by me. Anyway, I did cum and the pressure was off. I pulled my tee shirt, skivvies and cut-offs back on quickly. Mary was trying to get the pantyhose off and looked a little silly as she was doing it one leg at a time. She had expanded the ripped crotch all the way along the seam and now had a pair of stocking that were attached to a waistband. I looked at her and motioned to the door. Mary just nodded and understood that I was going out to meet and greet her brother and his wife Pat.

Pat and Bill had arrived first. They were both standing in the living room when I came out of the bedroom. They had knowing looks on their faces when I walked into the room. Nothing was said right then and I greeted them with a big smile.

“How was the traffic? I asked.

“Just starting to build up now,” Bill replied.

“Did you guys eat dinner yet?” I went on.

“Yep, we stopped on the Parkway and got a couple of burgers. Do we have any beer?”

“Yeah, there’s beer in the fridge.” I said as I walked past them toward the kitchen.

“Do you want one?” I asked as I turned to look at them.

“I think that we will move in first,” Bill said as he picked up his suitcase.

Pat just stood there looking good. She has a great set of tits and she likes to show them off. She was showing them off today. She had a nice pair of white short-shorts on and a low cut tee shirt. She always looks good. I enjoyed the view for a moment, then Pat picked up her bag and turned toward their bedroom. As she walked away, I started to watch her ass. She took a couple of istanbul escort girls steps and turned her head toward me, I think that she could tell my eyes were on her butt and she waited for me to look back up at her face.

“You can hear that bed squeaking outside, you know,” she said and then turned away and went on into the bedroom.

“Nice one!” I thought to myself. Well, payback is a bitch, so now I will be looking to shoot a zinger at her when the opportunity arises.

Mary came out of our bedroom dressed in jeans and a loose tee shirt. She still looked ‘freshly fucked’ and sat on the couch. I went into the kitchen and got a couple of beers from the fridge. I popped the beers and walked one back into the living room and handed it to Mary. I went and sat at the table and looked at the newspaper that was there.

Pat and Billy came back out of their bedroom and they greeted Mary. Mary stood and hugged her brother and Pat. She hugged her brother again and said something to him that I could not hear. Pat was, by this time, going into the kitchen with a couple of A & P bags that she had retrieved from the chair by the door. It was food and she started to sort it out on the kitchen counter. I pretended to be interested in the paper but took every opportunity to look at her ass and her tits as she unloaded the groceries.

Pat was still wearing the low cut tee shirt and white hot pants. The hot pants rode up nicely when she put some items into the overhead cabinets. She had to stand on tiptoe to put the pasta on the top shelf, this created a great picture as the hot pants crept up into the crack of her ass. Then she picked up some items from the counter and opened the fridge. It looked great as she bent over to put these items into the fridge. I was really surprised when she bent all the way over to put some salad items into the drawer at the bottom; the hot pants crotch was as far up as it could go and sure enough – she wasn’t wearing and panties under those hot pants. I got a great view of her pussy lips and I was now certain that she doesn’t dye her hair. It’s all the same color; top and bottom.

Bill and Mary walked out to the bulkhead to talk. This left Pat and me in the house. I put the radio back on and adjusted the volume so that it would make conversation a little difficult. I sat down on the couch and started looking through the paper again. Pat sat at the table and pretended to play solitaire. I figured that out since they were Pinochle decks on the table. Boy, what a dummy.

Bill and Mary were walking and talking out in the yard. They looked like a brother and sister as they walked along. The conversation was animated and they both took turns looking back at the house as they walked. I know that they are brother and sister but I suspect that there was more than the usual sibling activity when they were younger. They do a lot of ass grabbing and leg rubbing. More than you would expect for a normal brother – sister relationship.

Pat eventually figured out that she couldn’t play solitaire with the decks that she had. She got up and went into the bedroom closing the door behind her. I noticed that she didn’t look out the window at Mary and her husband and seemed a little steamed as she left the room. I continued to fiddle with the papers and kept my eye on the two in the yard. They stayed in the yard and didn’t go down onto the floating dock.

Mary and Bill eventually came back into the house. It looked like the mosquitoes were starting to get to them out there.

Mosquitoes are New Jerseys’ state birds. Did you know that we have put them into size categories? A ‘medium’ sized mosquito can stand flat-footed and fuck a chicken. Take it from there.

Pat came back out from the bedroom and the four of us just sat around talking about nothing in particular. We drank a few beers and generally relaxed. Mother-in-law and Father-in-law arrived at about nine-thirty.

“Heavy Traffic,” was Father-in-laws comment as they walked into the summer house with armloads of groceries.

Bill and I went out to the car and brought in a few more bags and two more cases of beer. This was shaping up as a great weekend. They had brought more food and a lot more beer for the fridge. I hadn’t seen Mother-in-law since 4th of July week. She acted normal and Father-in-Law acted his usual grumpy self. Mother-in-law and I sort of had a thing back in July. It was quite unexpected, and happened one night when Mary was sleeping off sunburn. I had thought that it might be just a once in a lifetime aberration, but I was keeping all options open. Any sex is good sex, and I felt a little sorry for Mother-in-law who was apparently not getting any from that grumpy old man that she lived with. I guess that his dick doesn’t work anymore.

Mother-in-law put all the stuff away with a little help from the girls. Then she made some snacks to go with the beer. We sat at the table for our traditional Mary and Father-in-law vs. Me escort özbek and Pat Pinochle game while Bill went in for a shower. I was able to hold my cards so that I could look at Pats tits without drawing too much attention. It was a nice view. I noticed Father-in-law looking too, but he was not as sneaky as me. Pat noticed him looking too. She actually adjusted her shirt for a better view while she was up to get more beers. It’s obvious that she likes Father-in-law and me looking at her tits.

Bill came out of shower and replaced me at table. I got a fresh beer and sat next to Mother-in-law on couch. I picked up the newspapers and begin to read. Mother-in-law was doing the same. The newspapers were apparently blocking the view from the card table. Without saying anything, Mother-in-law reached over and rubbed my leg a few times then let her hand drift up to my crotch. She did this while continuing to look at the newspaper. Anybody looking over from the table would be unaware of her hand on my leg because of the papers. I let her do this for a while and then I returned the favor. We sat there holding our papers with one hand each and with our other hands on each other’s laps. I guess the July activity was not just an isolated incident. Mother-in-law said nothing but I could sense the sexual tension. I figured that Mother-in-law must have still not been getting any from Father-in-law.

The Card game went until midnight, with the players all pretty buzzed from the beers by then. Father-in-law announced that he was getting sleepy, Bill and Pat agreed. The game was over and Father-in-law said good night to all and went on into the bedroom. Pat announced that she was going to take a shower and Bill decided to check dock and tide again. Mary followed him out into the dark yard.

Mother-in-law got up and went into the kitchen, I collected the empty beer bottles and followed Mother-in-law into kitchen. She stood at the sink and puttered with the dishes. I checked the bulkhead and could see Bill and Mary going down the ramp onto the floating dock. We could hear Pat’s shower running. Mother-in-law decided not to use the water at that time because Pat was in the shower. I opened the fridge and peeked inside, when I bent over to got carrot from the bottom drawer, Mother-in-law ran her hands across my ass then turned back to the sink.

I took the carrot and held it in my mouth while snuggling up behind Mother-in-law with my arms under hers and on her tits. She said: “Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just glad to see me again?”

I replied, (sort of mumbling with a carrot in my mouth): “I have a special carrot for you and we had to figure out when I can deliver it.”

She said: “I’ll work on it – pay attention.”

She gave my hands a squeeze with hers then reached back and rubbed my dick a little. I pushed against her and she removed her hand and leaned forward over the sink making it feel even better to dry hump against her butt. Here I was again, starting something with my mother-in-law. How many guys do their mother-in-laws?

After a couple of minutes we broke and she returned to the living room just as Mary and Bill were coming back up the ramp from the dock. I wondered what they were doing down there?

I waited for Mary and we went into the bedroom together. We undressed and got into bed in the dark. While we snuggled, I reminded her of the time I caught her masturbating in this very same bed. I had surprised her with a dick at the last moment. She said that she remembered and said:

“If I’m going to jerk anybody off tonight, it will be you.”

I ask if she is offering a hand-job and she said yes – “We haven’t masturbated each other for a while – it would be a nice “Quiet” activity.”

She got the baby oil from dresser and returned to the bed. Mary Lubed up her hands and put a little on her crotch. She put a few drop on my dick and we were off. We positioned ourselves side-by-side, and started with nice slow strokes. I had my fingers on her clit and she had both hands on my cock. Mary came first and then she slid down on the bed a little so that the tip of my dick rubbed against her nipples. I eventually shot a wad onto her tits. She rubbed it in and then we lay quiet.

We could hear Pat and Bill through the un-insulated wall between our rooms. Apparently, we were quiet during our mutual hand-jobs. We could hear Bill and Pat talking then things got quiet. Then we heard the noises of their bed squeaking a few times. The squeaking stopped and we could hear them talking again. About two minutes later – we heard Pat moan followed shortly by Bill. There had been no bed noises. Mary and I whispered to each other and decided that they must have heard their bed and either got up and did it standing or moved to the floor. All went quiet following that and we slept through the night.

I was up fairly early the next morning , Mary stayed in bed for a while. Mother-in-law was in the kitchen but Father-in-law was in there too. Mother-in-law made a good breakfast for me. We were trying to figure out what we are all going to be doing for the day, Saturday. Father-in-law wanted to go to the big new hardware store to get the things he needed to winterize the house.

“ We will need some plastic, plywood screws, caulk, insulation, and other stuff,” he said.

It took some work but I did as you told me. I know you wanted my pussy good and wet and worked swollen before I got to Missy’s. I got to the school as early as possible so I would have plenty of time to get my pussy good and pumped before class. I decided to start at the library. It paid off. I went in and set at the tables in the very very back behind all of the stacks. That way I could watch the people coming in without them watching me. I saw him walk in with that look. The one that say not only does he not want to be there but he also would rather be in his bed sound asleep. I knew him. He was in one of my classes last semester. I saw him and got his attention. He came over the table and we made small talk for a bit. He finally mentioned that he was tired and he had maybe seen his bed one in the past three weeks and then it was just a passing moment in his mind. I laughed and turned on the sultry voice, “Well see I have NEVER seen your bed.” I let that statement dangle for a bit. He looked at me and it only took a quick second for him to catch my point.

He knew I had worked at the club and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to put two and two together. He leaned over the table and put his hand on my knee. “Well, um you could see it now. No one escort türbanlı is there and the dorm is…quiet enough.” I nodded and grabbed my bag. We walked out and headed to the dorm. It was a terrible day outside. We had had snow the night before and the ground was covered just enough to make it slippery. We carefully made our way across the cold campus to the male dorm. He brought me through the back door just like all the guys brought their “standers” through. We went up the stairs to the fourth floor and to one of the last rooms down the dark hallway. (Why is it the boys dorm/guy barracks have the shittiest lighting at the end of the hallways?) He grabbed his keys from his back pocket and opened the door. The smell of Drakkar filled my nose almost knocking me back. I remember thinking that they must have washed the cinder-block walls down with it. I walked in as he closed the doors behind us. I heard his keys clank down into a bowl on the desk. “There’s the bed, now you’ve seen it.” I walked over to the typical twin size dorm bed and set on the edge. I ran my left hand lightly across the bed. “Yeah but how does it…*licked my lips* …sleep?”

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me. escorts istanbul “Well….*walking over to me* you could help me find out if you like. You know kinda hands on.” I smiled to myself *what a dork*. 🙂 I laid back and he followed right on top of me. Within minutes his pants were un-buttoned and off and his boxers followed very quickly. I had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt from the club. He kissed at my neck and tried to unfasten my jeans for me. I finally got exhausted with his efforts and unbuttoned and took them off. To his pleasure and surprise I wasn’t wearing any panties. He looked down to find my clean shaven cunt. He smiled and little and pushed two fingers directly into my soaked pussy. I leaned up and took my shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I had on no bra, another pleasurable surprise for him. He moaned and dropped his head down to suck on my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back up to him letting him get more of my now hard nipple into his mouth. He moaned and bit down on my nipple a little hard then sucked on the nipple….bit, then sucked. I moaned and reached down to massage his cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as he moaned into my left tit. I jacked him off for a few minutes escort olgun before finally reaching the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ram your cock in my cunt. I need your cock fucking the hell out of my tight pussy.” He looked up at me, I guess to see if I was serious. It only took him a second to roll on top of me. I reached down and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. He slid right in and started to pump me.

He started out slow and just rocked his cock in and out me. He started to speed up as my breath started to speed. He moaned and grit his teeth, pounding my dripping cunt harder and harder. “That’s it sweetie pump my cunt. CUm on fuck it….fuck it……POUND IT!!!!!” He grunted and didn’t say anything as he pounded and fucked my swollen cunt harder and harder. “That’s it treat me like a slut! Cum on ram your cock in my slutty little cunt, jack your cock off in my cunt! I want to feel your cum shooting onto my back wall of my slutty snatch.” That was all it took. With those last words he shot his entire load deep into my pussy. I moaned and threw my head back as I felt each and ever drop hit my back wall and flood around his cock. He moaned and thrust two or three more times then pulled his half limp cock out of my cunt. I looked at my watch and threw on my clothes soaking my jeans with cum when I stood up. I thanked him, ran down the hall to the bathroom to check my hair and make-up, and ran to class. I arrived a little out of breath but on time. I sat through class like nothing had happened and like nothing was going to happen later.

Neither had a boy friend or girlfriend. They were great friends. Talking for hours, hanging out, going out, you name it. But this time she swore she would never date again, and he had just ended a long term relationship, so the buddy thing was great. No sexual tension or so they thought.

One night while watching TV, he complained of an ache back and she offered a back rub. Boy did it feel good. He enjoyed her touch, it felt electric. He had never thought of her any different than as a sister, but her touch was like that of a new relationship. The feeling of heat and excitement when your skin touches. Afterwards he just sat next to her and watched TV quietly wondering if she had felt the same feelings.

The next night he offered to return the favor. He had spent the whole day thinking about how great her touch had been. Soft, smooth, electric. He had wondered how her skin would feel. Smooth? Soft? She accepted a backrub, saying it would be a perfect stress busted for the day she had had. He started on top of her shirt. It was incredible. He felt a tingle in his pants and hoped that she wouldn’t feel it as she sat right in front of him. After a few minutes, he pulled her shirt out and started to rub her skin directly. The electric feeling was almost too much. He hoped she might feel some to. She had to how could there be that much without? He didn’t want to ruin the moment, so he just kept rubbing away. He felt so naughty touching her skin, her bra. Again they just sat next to each other afterwards and watched TV. She must feel something; she was sitting so close to him, almost leaning into him.

The next night she rubbed him, saying she had looked forward to their now nightly rub downs. She said it felt good to touch him, to see his stress melt away. She pulled his shirt off tonight. Wow! She must feel something, looking forward to giving him a rub and pulling his shirt off without asking. Yeah! She caressed his chest, his arms, even running her hands down his legs once. He asked to return the favor, and she stood in front of him and unbuttoned her shirt, taking it off to reveal a sexy black sheer bra. She sat down too quickly for him to check her escort sınırsız out, but just the glimpse had him rock hard. She knew she was turning him on and liking it. She pushed back into him with her ass. He rubbed her back barely able to concentrate. He was so turned on by his “friend” now this isn’t much for a guy to do, it was great to think maybe she wanted to be friend with benefits, or more! He rubbed up her sides and when he reached her bra, he rubbed the side of each breast. Gently touching them, not lingering in case she didn’t want him to, but having pulled her shirt off for him, he was pretty sure it would be cool. She seemed to almost invite him back, not push him away. As he came by for a second pass she let out a soft, quite moan. Making a comment about how good the rub felt.

Tonight afterwards, they relaxed into each others arms and snuggled while watching a romantic movie. He was hard as a rock and was trying hard not to poke her him the ass, but she seemed bent on finding his cock and having it pressing against her ass. Wiggling around each time he was able to adjust it elsewhere. They stayed up much later tonight than usual, both claiming they weren’t tired yet but both fibbing enjoying being in the arms of the other.

She suggested going out to dinner the next night. He agreed it. The next morning she was up and out the door before him so he didn’t get to see the hot outfit she had on! All day he sat and thought about her. How hot she was making him feel, how great she looked. He laughed about how he had ignored thinking of her in a relationship light for so long, but that they were great friends and a relationship would be the icing on the cake. He hoped that she wanted that as well. She was wearing a pair of tight black pants, the kind you can tell what kind of panties the girl is wearing. And he could tell it was V-String, both from the lack of lines, but also the top was visible as she walked. She looked so hot in the pants! He was thinking, did she usually dress this hot, or is this special? At dinner they sat and talked, smiling all the time. Her leg kept brushing against escorts his and with each touch he felt that electricity.

He could not wait to get home and touch her. He wanted to rub her back, to touch her breasts, to touch her all over, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. When they got home, she invited him up to her room, but to give her a minute. Even tough they were room mates; he didn’t think he had been in her room since they moved in. She asked for a massage tonight, not just a back rub. He didn’t know what she had up her sleeve, but couldn’t wait to find out!

She called out for him to come up. She had lit a few candles, and turned on a pillow talk station on the radio. She was on the bed having taken off the pants and her top. She was laying in just her bra and panties. They were white, and sheer. His mind exploded! She was so beautiful. More so that he ever imagined. Everything so perfect. He was hard in an instant. There was no way to hide it. He was paralyzed. He just stood there, she was so beautiful. She told him to take off everything but his boxers and to join her on the bed. He was glad she was directing the show, he had been so nervous of if she was interested or not. When he joined her on the bed, she leaned over and gave him a kiss. A slow, passionate, hot one. Not wet, just hot. It seemed to last forever.

She said that while she had never thought of him in a boy friend way before that she was going to swear back on boys for him. She said they had the friend part of things down pat, and it seemed that the sex part would work itself out pretty well. She had started thinking that way the first night they exchanged back rubs, and the flames had taken off real quickly. She lay on her stomach and he started to rub her back. He agreed with her about just about everything she had said except the swearing on boys’ thing. He had no plans to do that. Which was fine with her, she wasn’t planning on sharing anyway. He rubbed her all over, from her neck to her feet. The electricity was incredible.

She rolled on her back and her bra fell open. He had unclasped it to rub her back. He could see her prefect breasts escort gecelik for the first time. He caressed her breasts, and torso. As he rubbed her legs, he “accidentally” touched her snatch and she moaned a soft moan. With that she said it was her turn. The rub must have turned her on. She started to kiss him, his nick and chest. Slow caressing. She ran her fingers all over. She went for his cock and rubbed the material though his boxers till that rubbing caused it to slip though the hole. She just stared at it. It was large, not too big, but more than she had ever had before. Far more cock than her last boyfriends.

She tugged his boxers down and he lay there naked. He enjoyed the view, her breasts plainly visible. She started to kiss his cock, and to lick it. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. She sucked on each of his balls just lightly while rubbing her hand on his shaft. It was more than he could handle. Having been getting turned on all night he blew his load. More quickly that usual, but she seemed to like all of the cum. She wiped it up with her hand and licked it off. She then licked the rest off of him by sucking and kissing where each drop had landed.

Not wanting the night to stop there, he positioned her on her back and removed her V-String. Her snatch was heaven. Shaved almost bare, but for a small thin strip at the top, maybe 2 inches, buy a ½ inch. She had told him that she kept a “clean house” when they had talked about shaving or not in the past, but he thought she was just fibbing. He had never seen a snatch bare. He had to taste her right then. He kissed up her leg and skipped right over her snatch and kissed up the other leg. He lightly ran his finger up and down her thighs, and traced circles on her torso. All before touching his lips to hers. She finally pushed his head into her snatch and demanded he start licking. He tried the alphabet, licking each letter with his tongue, and by “H” she started to scream his name. By “Y” she was laying limp mumbling something he could not understand. She had just had the best orgasm of her.

He moved up next to her on the bed. They lay there for a while. They were excited that their relationship was changing, and for what would come in the future. That night they slept in the same bed, naked and in each others arms. Tomorrow was Saturday. They felt that things had gone far enough for one night, but tomorrow, they would go on a real “date” and would make love for the first time.

My roommate Lins Gilpin burst through the door of our one room apartment, threw her keys on the small table beside the door and herself onto the couch between our two desks. “I met him tonight, Jags.”

I had swiveled in my desk chair at her noisy entry, “Who?”

She gave me a mischievous smile I hadn’t seen in a long time, “My husband.”

This kind of stunned me: she had never said anything like this before, “How on earth do you know?”

The mischievous smiled stayed as she stood up, kicked off her shoes, put her hands under her skirt, pulled down her pink nylon panties, took them in one hand and, stretching the waist band like a sling shot, she flick them at the door about two feet away; they stuck about mid way up for a few seconds before fluttering limply to the floor. “That’s how I know. I’ve been soaked all night and he didn’t even touch me!”

I laughed at the crude drama, “Who is he?” I had known Lins almost my entire life and had seldom seen her this excited — excited, yes, always, but seldom this excited.

Lins was struggling out of her skirt, “His name is Bill Harmon. I saw him in the cafeteria,” she was undoing her blouse buttons now, “and I just walked up to his table, he was sitting alone, and I asked him if I could join him.” She shook off her blouse and undid the clasp between her breasts and when she threw her bra on the bed she squeezed her breasts, “God, I don’t ever remember being so horny.”

“So, who is he?” I was really intrigued, she had never talked this way before.

Lins looked at the work on my desk, “You finished for the night?”

“Another hour or so …”

“Come on Jags, not tonight. Look at me, I’m a wreck, I have needs.”

I laughed, she was anything but a wreck. Lins is voluptuous; she positively exudes sexual health, in her round, pretty Polish face, in her Rubenesque softness and her heavy chest. But it’s her openness that is so stunningly appealing: Lins conceals nothing; her urges are there for the world to see and tonight, they couldn’t be more obvious. I turned off the lamp on my desk and stood up, stripping off my sweater, “Tell me about him.”

As I changed into the t-shirt I wear to bed she went to the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth and then hopped into my bed. “He’s in Commerce,” I heard her say as I peed, “fourth year. I think he’s really bright, but really calm, the calmest guy I’ve ever met. And cute, too, in his own way; and serious. He isn’t one of those frat boys you hate. This guy is going places and God, I can’t tell you how much I want to go along for the ride.”

I was watching her from the doorway as I brushed my teeth.

“You should have seen the way he ate his soup today, real deliberately, as if each spoonful was his last, and his eyes never left mine. He’s probably a Buddhist or something like that, really calm and peaceful. I loved being around him.” She laughed, “He made me, ME, feel calm and peaceful, can you imagine that?”

I laughed, no I couldn’t, then, eyeing her panties on the floor, I said, “He made you feel a little more than calm and peaceful.” I took my backpack from my bed and threw it on hers and crawled on, resting my back against the wall. When she settled in beside me I instinctively slipped my arm under her neck and she nestled into me with her cheek against my breast, then she opened her legs, resting her left leg against mine and when she placed her fingers in her pussy she began to tell me all about him: what he looked like; what they had talked about; what he was wearing.

“You look beautiful, Lins,” and she always did as she got close, “He’ll be a lucky man.” I kissed her lightly on the forehead and brought my hand to her large soft breast and massaged it lightly, her hand on mine, “Come on Lins,” I said quietly, while pecking at her forehead, “think about him, make it a good one,” and I squeezed her breast harder.

It was always hard to tell with her. She never bucked at her fingers, never whimpered, never screamed, she just fingered herself until she let out a satisfied sign then, when she was with me, she’d turn into me, the signal for me to turn around and she’d wrapped her arms arm me, carefully placing her hands on my small breasts, nestling into me and drift off. Most nights when we did this, I waited until she was asleep then I’d carefully extricated myself from her and go to her bed.

It wasn’t the worst night of my life but it was one of them. I hate small talk so I hate cocktail parties but I went because Lins insisted on it; she wanted my support. He had invited her.

Bill Harmon looked to me like the perfect guy for Lins, for a lot of reasons but the biggest is that in five years he was going to be crumpled and greying and sagging and entirely indifferent to how he looked. And so would Lins, I felt certain about that.

His brother, John, though was as different from him as I was from Lins. He was made for the cocktail circuit. He was about my age, maybe a little older, athletic, good escort başakşehir looking, taking a graduate degree in marketing and, there is no other word for it, he was suave: he worked the room like a young Carey Grant, flitting from one group to another, leaving laughter, joy and goodwill in his wake.

I loath people like that. Their shallowness comes so effortlessly; their superficiality is rewarded as if it had the weight of gravitas. I felt like cuffing the cretin but for Lins’ sake I didn’t. I accepted the two drinks he delivered and made no effort to respond to his meaningless pleasantries and when he offered to drive me home I waved him off dismissively with a “Thanks, but I’ll take a bus.” Suavity has never worked on me and never will.

Though I hadn’t seen her since Friday night, I wasn’t really worried about Lins and didn’t need to be. When she bounded into the apartment late on Sunday, just as I was getting ready for bed, her smile lit up the room, “Oh, God, Jags, am I ever in love,” and she dove at me and driving me onto the bed with her and hugged the breath right out of me.

Lins and I have been through a lot together since we started rooming together three years ago in second year college. We cared for each other as if we were sisters and my happiness for her joy was honest and unconditional … and soon would be tested.

Once I broke her hold we both quickly got ready for bed and within five minutes I was holding her, like I do and she was telling me her story.

She had had a wonderful time at the cocktail party meeting Bill’s friends. He had made her feel like she was the only woman he had ever cared for — and would ever care for. Later, she went back to his apartment and she didn’t leave it until he drove her home less than half an hour ago.

She recounted in great detail their early hours together in the apartment.

“I had had a few drinks when we got there but that wasn’t it, I wasn’t just horny, I knew I loved the guy and I was pretty sure he was feeling pretty good about me, too. But as soon as the door closed, he changed, he got really nervous, really defensive, really awkward, like he had no idea what he was going to do next. I waited, but nothing, he didn’t pour me a drink, didn’t ask me to sit down, he didn’t do anything, so I just sort of took over.” I had absolutely no difficulty imagining this.

“I went over to him, took him gently by the hand, walked him to the couch and sat him down. He seemed to me like a little kid; I thought if I sat down beside him I’d scare him half to death so I did what I had wanted to do ever since I met the guy,” she nudged me in the ribs and laughed, “I took off my clothes. But I didn’t just rip them off, I took them off really carefully, really slowly, trying to read his thoughts, trying to see what I could do to excite him. But he wasn’t excited, he was scared, he would barely look up at me. But then I took off my blouse and that seemed to awaken something in him.”

She cozied into me, “He had been almost slumping on the couch but when I stripped to my bra he sat up straighter, looked at me more closely and I could see he was getting interested, even a little excited. He was breathing hard now and sweating, too, I could see it on his forehead. He was staring at my breasts as if he had never seen breasts in a bra before. Then I let my skirt fall to the floor. Well, you should have seen him then. He was almost panting and he wasn’t looking at my breasts any more, he was looking at my panties and he was getting really excited. He was leaning forward on the couch, staring at me as if he had never seen a girl in her underwear, either. That’s when I took off my bra and, I don’t know why, I was going to just drop it on the floor, but I didn’t, instead I handed it to him and when I did, I thought he was going to, I don’t know, pass out.”

Lins absently put her fingers on her panties now and lightly caressed her pussy. “Then, with my eyes on his, trying to read his thoughts, I slowly took off my panties and,” she laughed at her boldness, “I handed them to him, too — I just had them in my hand and offered them to him, really tentatively, I couldn’t believe he’s want them, but he seemed to, he seemed fascinated by them, and by the bra, too. But it was the panties that did it. He reached out and almost grabbed them from me then he sat back on the couch with my bra in one hand and my panties in the other — he was like a kid with new toys, the most marvelous toys in the world. He was holding them lightly in his hands; I could see his fingers feeling them and he was bringing them close to his face as if he wanted to smell them. It was unbelievable.”

Lins put her hand inside her panties now and when she did I bent down and kissed her forehead. “What did you do?”

“I knelt down on the couch beside him and put my hand on his and encouraged him to bring the panties to his nose. When he did he just lost it. With my istanbul escort bayanları panties pressed to his face he shoved his shoulder into me, toppling me onto the couch and he climbed on me and forced my face into the crook of his neck and he almost strangled the life out of me. But I let him, he seemed to have an awful lot of pent-up … something, but eventually he let me go and I struggled out from under him and held him tight for the longest time and when I finally let him go I noticed he still had my underwear in his hands. That’s when I had the bright idea, I mean, he clearly had something going on with my panties and bra. ‘Would you put them on for me?’ It shocked me that I’d say something like that, I mean it’s really weird, right? And it shocked him, too but not in the way I expected.”

She pushed her face into my breast and held it there for a moment before continuing. “‘Can I. Do you really mean it?’ That’s what he said and when I nodded and smiled, he did, like he had waited to do this his entire life. He quickly stripped off his clothes and pulled on my panties and he was moaning when he did, moaning like he was in a sexual place I’ve never been before,” then she laughed, “but I want to get there, Jags, I really want to get there.”

She sat up, pulled off her panties, then settled against me again and continued her slow masturbation and her story. “After he put on my panties he tried on the bra and when it wouldn’t fit he seemed almost crestfallen, so I pulled him down to me again and I started to caress his penis through the panties. Well, it was like having complete control of the Jolly Green Giant. The guy was a little pussy cat, purring and sucking on my shoulder,” she pulled back her t-shirt to show me the mark he had left.

She must have been getting close because her eyes were on her pussy now, as she did when she was getting close, and I could see her fingers working a little harder. “My mind was whirling like one of those video slot machines. I was trying to figure out what his fetish was; was it the underwear or his wearing the underwear? I wanted to find out. So I stroked him for a few minutes then I slowly got off the couch and took him by the hand and we went to his bedroom but before he got on the bed, I sat on the edge of it and took his panties off, slowly while watching for his reaction. It was like taking a sucker from a little kid; he didn’t object but he sure didn’t like it, either. Then I stood up beside him and put them on.” Her fingers were motionless now, as if she wanted to delay her ecstasy until the end of her story. She had a wide smile on her face as she looked up at me, “Have you ever tried to look sexy as you put on your panties?” She laughed, and turned away, “No, of course you haven’t, but I did then, I did while watching him and I could see I was really getting to him: his misery at losing his panties seemed to be turning to joy at me getting them. So I lay down on the bed and waited for his reaction. I mean, what was the guy thinking?”

Lins pulled her fingers out of her and turned into me, snuggling her face into my neck. “It was unbelievable, Jags. He stood beside the bed for a few minutes just looking at me, looking at my panties, then he went to them, really slowly, calmly, like I said, he’s really calm, well, most of the time. He put his face on them and kissed, all over them, for the longest time, maybe half an hour, maybe more, kisses, wet kisses and he was purring like a kitten. I just lay there, propping myself up with pillows, watching him, fascinated, with my fingers in his hair and I got hotter and hotter — all this just mattered to him so much, I mattered to him. I know it sounds nuts but he was loving the panties but he was loving me, too; it seemed to be the way he expressed himself — I’ll tell you more about that in a minute. Anyway, he played with me and my panties for a long time then he asked me, in a really lost voice, he sounded almost like he was in pain, he asked me if he could have them again. I said yes, of course, and he stripped them off me and had them on within a few seconds and he lay down beside me, you know, in a 69 and that’s when I made plans to get him his own because these panties were now soaked from his spit and my juices but in a few minutes I didn’t care because he lost himself in me and I kind of lost myself in him.”

She leaned up and gave me a kiss on the lips, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had, Jags, it was unbelievable. He must have spent an hour down there, exploring every bit of me, opening me up, licking and sucking. He seemed to know when I was about to cum because he’s back off and suck on my belly, he really loves to suck, and then he’d go back at me.” She laughed, “And I went at him, too, through the panties which got even wetter with his pre-cum. And then it just sort of happened. I kneeled over him and he licked me as I rode him and I pulled out his penis and sucked on it and together we just exploded into escort eyüp each other, me, I gushed out a flood that had him choking and him, he shot about 5 years of sperm into me and it had ME choking, too, so we rolled away from each other, both coughing and fighting for breath and it took a minute or two for us to recover and then there was another few seconds that were really awkward, both of us wondering what the other was thinking, and then we just started laughing — it was about the best moment of my life because I knew then, I knew right at that moment that we had really connected, mentally as well as physically. And, well, the rest of the night was just a dream, the whole weekend was a dream.”

She now snuggled further into me, wrapping her arm around me, pulling me into her. “We talked about it, Jags. He told me he has always fantasized about underwear, about a woman’s bra and panties and he had always wondered if he would ever have a night like we had. But he didn’t think it could happen; he would be too embarrassed. I told him that it didn’t embarrass me at all, that I loved being with him, having sex with him, I told him that it thrilled me that he liked my underwear. You should have seen him, he just melted into me, it was as if he had found the Holy Grail or something.”

I hugged her, really squeezed her, “You’re beautiful, Lins, you’re beautiful and sexy and I love you.”

She climbed onto me now and gave me a muscular kiss on the lips then she rested on me, her cheek beside mine. “You are, too, Jags, you’re really beautiful, too.”

“But not sexy?” I laughed.

She didn’t look at me, “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

I thought I knew what she meant, “No, why should it?”

She kissed me again, more tenderly this time, “Because we could have had fantastic sex together for one, and for another, where are you going to find a man who is going to be happy with a lifetime of masturbation while you hold him? I’m telling you, Jags, you need help.” She brought her fingers to my panties and teased me with them until I slapped them away.

Next Saturday morning Lins phoned me from Bill’s place telling me to come to dinner that night. I did as directed and when I rang the bell Linds opened the door.

Strangely, she hadn’t mentioned that Bill Cameron lived in a palace, the top floor of a three story mammoth mansion and she hadn’t mentioned that he shared the palace with his younger brother, John, who stood up from what looked like a Louis XIV couch as I entered, the very couch Lins and Bill had first played on just a week before?

It’s a dilemma to me: I don’t like men holding doors open for me and I don’t like them standing when I walk into a room, and I certainly don’t like them taking my hand as if I was the delicate Other Gender, I find that unbelievably condescending. My dilemma is that while I can understand why they do it, traditions die hard, I would much prefer being treated like an un-differentiated equal. But no: John had my hand in a genteel grip moments after I entered the room, then he handed me off to Bill.

The meal … was catered, I kid you not, and Lins, without even a hint of affectation, played her role as an effete aristocrat, like the two brothers, as if she had been born to it. Me? I wanted to hit somebody, I wanted to spill a little gravy on Bill’s ascot or some red wine on Jim’s twill jacket, the one with the leather patches on the elbows as if he had just come from writing a history of 19th century England. God it was all so … civilized, the meal, the drink, the conversation — the people, Lins included. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t, instead I used a cold shoulder to deterred the brothers from further inquiry into how I chose to live my life.

There are people who have a disconnect between how they look and how they act. Lins says I’m one of those. She says that while most women are soft and glowing and look like they could have been painted, I don’t: I look like I’ve been etched. I’m tall and thin and flat, with long brown hair with a slight curl that frames a face of sharp angles: pointed jaw, aquiline nose, thin, severe lips and high, prominent cheekbones. Trouble is, I’m considered classically beautiful — people are naturally drawn to me thinking I’m as appealing as my looks. I’m not. I’m a scientist, an emotionless empiricist who wants nothing more than to be left alone. According to Lins, that’s why I’m completing my Masters in science: to get the solitary lab and the sexless lab coat.

“And what do you want to research?” Jim asked, as if he actually cared.

“Cancer.”

Lins gilded the lilly, “Jags has worked for the past three summers in a lab. She’s brilliant — she’s on a full scholarship and has already had a ton of job offers.” Then she added something that totally blew me away, “Bill and John’s father owns RPMR.”

It must have been my reaction. RPMR has a fabulous reputation of being a pure research company with none of the excesses of Big Pharma; RPMR’s funding is targeted directly to the lab, not to the boardroom. And not to a mansion like this. With Lins’ news I couldn’t help but look around the opulent mansion, it just seemed so against everything RPMR stood for. I guess my reaction was a little too overt because both men burst out laughing, then Bill said, “We have a mother, too.”

Amy and I had an apartment a block north of the park in the center of town. We had known each other for as long as either of us could remember. She had a boyfriend and I did not. It was her first, but regardless, I had more experience with guys than she did.

We had been drinking and partying starting late on Friday afternoon. On Saturday evening her guy friend was to come to our place. Not wanting to feel like a third wheel, I asked her to have him invite his friend Allen to come with him. They got there at around 9:30 and had more alcohol and other things with which we could party.

A couple of hours in, we were all pretty fucked up. Amy and Chad were making out and I had kind of been flirting and teasing with Allen. We were listening to music, and those two had kind of migrated to the small dining area between the living room, where we were, and the kitchen. They were all making out and rubbing up against each other in quite a sexual way.

I’m not really entirely sure what was going on in my head. Either I was feeling a little put out by their exploits or I had a point to prove being that Amy was fairly new to the game of men and sex. I guess I just wanted to kind of show her how a real slut operates.

At the risk of sounding conceited, I’m a pretty good looking girl. Oh the hell with it. I’m hot and I have a great body. There… I said it. And I was pretty comfortable about moving in on Allen. escort arnavutköy I kissed him. Not just a kiss, but a hot open mouth wild tongue action ‘I’m gonna get you off’ kind of kiss. He was pretty speechless. Maybe a bit shy. I went in for another tongue kiss and this time put my hand directly on his crotch.

It was really obvious that he had a hard-on. As I was kissing him, my hand massaged his growing bulge, rubbing and massaging it with my finger tips, He just grinned and blushed. Eventually his hand came up my stomach and he started grabbing at my tits, so I undid my bra and unbuttoned a couple so he could get a good feel of my boobs and small hard nipples.

I really cared more that Amy was catching this than I did about actually having sex or either getting myself or this Allen guy off. So with a little bit of exaggeration, I stood up then laid on the couch on my side facing away from Allen with my head across his abdomen.

I unbuttoned then unzipped his pants, reaching inside to pull out his cock. I wrapped my hand around it lightly and stroked it slowly. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have a huge dick, nor was it small. Pretty average, I guess maybe like five or six inches, but it sure was excited.

I looked at it a while and licked at it by darting my tongue out and back in quickly a couple of times before wrapping my lips around istanbul escort kızları the head and sucking it into my mouth. Up and down I went in typical blow job fashion as I fucked his dick with my mouth. I could feel and hear him breathing heavily and moaning.

I’m sure he was enjoying it, but I was almost hoping that Amy and Chad were watching me show them how a professional slut gives head. I held it’s base tightly with one hand and rubbed my own pussy through my tight jeans with the other. I was working his cock over really good. I would hold my mouth still with my lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft while I moved only my tongue back and forth across the under side of his velvety soft dick head. Then I would bob my head up and down His cock. I kissed it and licked it and sucked it as hot and sexy as any seasoned porn star would have done.

I had been with enough guys and seen enough pornographic movies to know what would happen next when I felt his muscles tense and his cock start to buck and convulse. He started panting and let out an audible “Ah!!” His throbbing hard cock squirted, filling my mouth with his cum. I held the load of sperm in my mouth and felt another even longer surge of cum shoot inside my mouth. I came off of his dick with my mouth only momentarily. Just long enough to swallow the mouth full of cum that I had before gulping his convulsing escort bahçeşehir boner back into my lips. Just in time to get two more bursts of cum against the roof of my mouth. I parted my lips a little to let his sperm flow down his cock shaft, then I deep throated it sucking the cum back up into my mouth and swallowing every bit of it.

No sooner did he finish blasting his backed up cum load into my mouth did he start this fucked up speech. “That was so wrong! God says it’s wrong.” He sputtered as he fastened his pants and started to leave. “The Bible says not to have sex before marriage. It says oral sex is wrong. He’s going to punish you and he’s going to punish me…” He went on and on. I was stunned.

As he left the room I looked over the back of the couch to see how Amy and Chad were reacting to this. What I saw was Chad leaning back against the table with his boner sticking out and Amy on her knees with his cock in her hands watching Allen running out the door. She looked over at me and said, “What the fuck?… That must have been one hell of a blow job!”

“I guess so.” I said with a stunned look. Amy then got back to business sucking Chad’s cock. I watched the whole thing. He did have a bigger dick than Allen. I even watched until he backed up and shot his own load of cum on Amy’s face. Damn it was hot. And he didn’t even freak out. He just laughed and packed up his manhood as Amy wiped down her face with a towel.

“Do you want me to go out and get Allen to come back?” Chad asked.

“No.” I said.”Too small. I was gonna throw him back anyway. Besides I went and swallowed enough cum for at least two of the facials that she just got.” We shared a good drunken laugh and came away with a really good fucked up story to tell.

It was Friday and I had just finished my second week of training at my firm’s Northern Depot. It wasn’t too bad a chore as it was close to where I used to live when I was a mere schoolchild so I new the area, but it was still a pain.

I was staying in a nearby hotel but I thought that tonight I would venture back into the old area to see what it was like now. I figured that I was hardly going to get recognised, as it had been ten years or so since I had moved away and I was only seventeen at the time. Well it was lucky my expectations were not high, as the place had not changed apart from a new housing estate and a leisure complex on the outskirts. “T’rific.” I thought to myself. I was getting thirsty and feeling a bit peckish so I thought I’d stop at the next pub that I came across, grab a pint and something to eat and then head off back to the hotel to pack up for the journey home tomorrow.

It wasn’t long before I came across the inevitable family pub/restaurant and it was only a matter of minutes before I was sitting at the bar, pint in hand. I looked around. In one corner sat a couple, there was a couple of lads at bar but apart from a few other drinkers it was fairly quiet.

Well it was quiet for another five minutes until a the doors burst open and in trooped at least a dozen girls, all dressed up in school uniforms. Cackling, laughing and screeching they made their way over to the other side of the bar. “T’rific.” I thought for the second time that evening. There was absolutely no way I was going to a peaceful meal now so I resigned myself to having another pint and then disappearing back to the hotel restaurant and calling it an night.

I motioned over to the bartender and he poured me another pint.

“Sorry, Sir.” the bartender said.”It’s not normally like this here, but one of the local girls is having her hen night. They’ve been planning it for weeks now.”

“Guess that’s my bad timing then.” I regretfully sighed. “Not to worry. I can ogle them for a bit and then head off.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a boring bloke who can’t stand fun, but it had been a long laborious week and all I wanted was some peace and quiet.

I was halfway through my pint was I felt two hands cover my eyes and somebody say, “Guess who?”

“Claudia Schiffer?” I replied

“Nope, guess again.” came the soft feminine voice from behind.

“Umm, Naomi Campbell.” I answered, still none the wiser.

“D’ya want a clue?” she said.

I nodded

“OK, school leaving party, dark corner, you snogged my face off the whole night.”

I knew exactly who she was now. “Amanda Stoneman if I am not mistaken.” I turned round. A vision of pure woman, dressed in an undersized school uniform greeted my eyes. “Well knock me over with a feather. That was ten years ago now. I am glad you haven’t forgotten then.” I winked at her.

“No I have never forgot that night Simon Turner.” she said and laughed. “But hey, it wasn’t to be. So what brings my little Simon back to these humble parts then?”

My little Simon, she always called me that. We had been sweethearts for just over two years when my parents decided to move and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

“Oh nothing exciting Mandy Pandy, just work. My firm’s got a place just ten miles away. I’ve been up here training and thought I’d drive and take a look at old place. Hasn’t changed much has it?”

“Mandy Pandy.” she repeated. “I see you haven’t forgotten either.”

And the truth is I had never forgotten Amanda Stoneman, We were Potters Secondary School’s equivalent to The Beckhams, so much in love and destined to marry and go on to stardom, fame and riches. Until that fateful day when my parents told me we were all moving three hundred miles away to Sussex for a better life. There was nothing I could do to stop them, or me for that matter, going. Etched on my memory is Amanda Stoneman, crying and sobbing as I waved goodbye from the back of my Dad’s car. Still to this day I don’t know why we moved but I resented my parents for it and even now they have both passed away, I have never forgiven them.

“So what have you been up too then Mandy? I bet somebody snapped you up the minute I left.” I asked

“Yep, unfortunately somebody did. James Lofthouse.” she answered

“Lofty? Bloody hell, he must have thought all his Christmas’s had come at once. He’d fancied you for ages and ages”

“Well, he married me.”

I was gob smacked. Lofty was the geek of all geeks. A nice guy don’t get me wrong but not in Mandy’s league. I felt a pang of jealousy or was it guilt as that person should have been me. “So how long have you too be married?”

“Next month would have been our eight year anniversary if he had hadn’t found himself an internet lover in Australia. But that was three years ago and so I am over him now, not that I was really ever into him in the first place mind”

And for the first time I saw the Amanda Stoneman that I knew and had once loved. Bolshy, escort türbanlı blunt and ever, ever so attractive. “Sorry.” was the only word I could utter to her.

“Is that sorry that Lofty left me or sorry that you left me?”

I gulped, speechless. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, knowing my fate but helpless to avoid it. “The latter.” I replied. “There was nothing I could do Mandy, absolutely nothing.”

She sighed and nodded. “I know Si, but as I said earlier. I have never forgotten.”

I smiled at her and she smiled back. Her hand touched mine lightly and we just looked at each other. The moment was broken by a shrill voice from over the other side of the bar. “Mand! You comin’ or d’ya want us to wait.”

“Looks like it’s time for you to go then Mand.” I said.

“Yep it does.” she replied. “Here, take my number and when you are up here next call me. It will be good to catch up.” She scribbled her number down and left it on the bar. “Bye my little Simon.” she sang as she went back to the party.

“See ya Mandy Pandy. And I will call.” I shouted after her and she smiled.

I sighed the heaviest sigh imaginable and turned back to my pint. All the memories flooded back from when I first asked her out, to our first date and then onto when we first made love together. Not the best ever, but it meant the most. All these visions clouded by the memory of my family driving away. I looked at the number and thought about calling her then and there, but I ended up talking myself out of it. I shrugged my shoulders. “But hey, it wasn’t to be.” I thought to myself, repeating Mandy’s words of earlier.

I hadn’t even noticed the hen party leaving but suddenly was aware of quietness. “Another regret to add to the list then.” I thought to myself, as I swirled the last of my pint around my glass and started to drink it.

“Going so soon?” came a voice from behind.

“Did she call the marriage off then?” I replied.

Mandy laughed. “How the fuck could I go on a hen night knowing that you were around. I told them I wasn’t feeling to good and would go home. I don’t think they believed me though.” And with that Mandy sat next to me on the bar. ” Well, are you gonna order me a drink or what?”

I motioned the bartender over. “I’ll have a coke and whatever the lady is having please.”

“Rum and black.” said Mandy, and with that the bartender went off to get our drinks.

“So what made you come back then?” I replied as I paid the bartender

“You did Simon. All the old memories came flooding back and to be honest so did all the old feelings. I’ve never forgotten Simon, never. I’ve always regretted not saying anything or making them stop leaving with you, and now you being here I couldn’t let you leave again.” she blurted out.

I looked blank. “What do you mean regretted not saying anything? I don’t get it. All my parents said was that Dad had got a promotion and we were moving for a better life in Sussex. I never understood why it happened so quickly but I was only sixteen Mandy. If that’s what they told me then that’s what I had to believe.”

Mandy gulped. ” You mean nobody has told you the real reason then”

For the second time that evening I looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. “Mandy, you are talking in riddles.”

“OK”. Mandy took a deep breath and smoothed her hands on her skirt. “Do you remember that time after parents evening?”

I nodded and smiled. “How could I forget Mandy? We volunteered to clear up all the chairs and tables and then call the caretaker, your Dad, to lock up. We had planned it for ages so we could have some time together. And if I remember rightly, we got sidetracked.” I grinned cheekily recalling how we had had sex in the gym.

Mandy didn’t smile, she just carried on. “Boy Si, I hope you are ready for this. Well the thing is, three weeks later….three weeks later…”

I saw tears well up in her eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything Mand.”

Mandy composed herself. “I do Si, I do.” Mandy took another deep breath. “Three weeks later I found out I was pregnant.”

I felt like I’d been run over by fleet of lorries. “You mean I…we….” I stuttered.

“Uh-huh.” Mandy replied. “My Dad went mad, completely ape-shit. He rang your Dad to tell him that you were never to see me again and to think of a way to make me leave schools, preferably the town. Otherwise he was going to ring the police and have you done for sex with a minor and also rape. Miraculously a transfer for your Dad appeared and then you were gone, all in the space of a few weeks.”

I was still stunned. All this time I had thought it was my parents fault that my one true love was taken away from me but it was abundantly clear it was Mandy’s Dad that had caused me years of regret. “Mand, I had no idea darlin’, not a clue. They never told me anything,”

“Well, there you go my little Simon. The truth always comes escorts istanbul out.” Mandy said. “Two days later my Dad took me to a private doctor in London to terminate the baby and it was never spoken about again in our house. Fucked me up good and proper though. After that I became I think what is now called a slag. I slept with anyone I could just to get back at my Dad. I was always careful though, safe sex and all that but it was a downward spiral. Only one person ever helped and that was Lofty. He listened when I talked and held me when I cried, and eventually I became a nicer person. He asked me to marry him and that was that. Perhaps I was vulnerable, I don’t know. Without him I don’t think I’d be alive now but that’s the only thing I have to thank him for. As soon as we started together he had this control over me, as if he knew I depended on him. He even made me have an aids test before he would sleep with me.”

I was listening stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, that such a headstrong, clever and beautiful girl had reached such lows. I had to touch her and moved my hand over hers. She grasped it tight and smiled at me. “So what happened next?” I asked. “If you want to tell me that is?”

She held my hand tighter. “Oh Simon, I have been wanting to tell all of this for years now.” She carried on. “Well Lofty and I got married six months later and things were ok. But I was now back to being me, being Mandy. And eventually I couldn’t even bear to be in same room as him. He spent more time with his computer and I spent more time with television and books and stuff. The sex, if you can call it that stopped, which wasn’t such a bad thing, but I felt trapped. I started to drink at home and I am not talking about the odd glass here and there. I mean one or two bottles a night. So three years into the marriage Lofty one day just casually announced he was off to Australia and off he went. He had signed the house over to me and that’s the last I heard from him.”

“Blimey. Not a note or a sorry or anything then. Typical Lofty.” I said

Mandy laughed. “Yeah, that was Lofty. No words needed. Well anyway, it was the best thing he did. I stopped drinking just like that and got my life in order. I sold the house and bought another one, got a new job and now I am the old Mandy Pandy again. What was it you called me? Ah yes, bolshy knickers, that was it.”

We laughed together. And she was right, all of a sudden it was the old Mandy with that smile to die for and those eyes that could melt an iceberg. “Yep, the old Mandy” I said. “And she is still how I remember her. In a school uniform.”

And that was it for ten minutes as we couldn’t stop laughing and giggling until our sides hurt and our laughter tears had dried up.

“One more thing Simon.” Mandy said. “Dad died about four years ago and Mum soon followed. I didn’t even shed a tear. Not for Dad who nearly ruined my life and not for Mum as she allowed it all to happen.”

“Oh baby, I am sorry. If…” I was stopped mid-sentence.

“No if and buts Simon. It has happened and that’s that. My life is in my own hands now and that’s just the way I like it. And that’s why I came back, why I didn’t go on that hen night.”

I looked confused again. “You’ve lost me, again”

“Simon, I let you go once and I’ll be fucked if I am going to let you go again. But before I make a complete fool of myself, I need to ask you something. At the moment I don’t want to know what you have been up to, but are you married?”

“Nope.” I replied.

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Nope.” I answered again.

“Correct answers. Now I am going to the toilet and when I return I expect you ready to take me home”

And with that she hopped of the bar stool and went off the toilet, swinging her hips as she went. While she was gone I rang my boss to tell him, amongst other things, to keep my hotel room open, as I wasn’t going home this weekend.

I had just finished the call when Mandy emerged. She walked over to me as I stood up and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her face leant into mine and we kissed for the first time in over ten years. And what a kiss it was. Our tongues were dancing and our mouths locked in pent up passion that had obviously been lying dormant.

All too soon Mandy broke the kiss. “C’mon, lets get out of here.” She looked over to the barman and beckoned him over. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a bundle, which she draped over the barman. It was her panties. “Thanks for the kind service and there’s your tip. I don’t think I will be needing them.” With a wink, she took me by the hand and we left, laughing.

We rushed to the car and she stopped by the passenger side. “Aren’t you going to open the door for me kind sir?” she questioned alluringly.

I walked around the car and opened the door. “Your carriage awaits.”

She slid onto the seat and then swung her legs round slowly, affording me a glimpse beneath her skirt. escort olgun I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had cut a hole in the crotch of her tights and I was now looking at her bare pussy in all its glory. Mandy looked up at me. “It saves all the fumbling Si, cos when we get through my front door that’s where your cock is going.” And with that she swung all the way into her seat. I was hard in an instant.

Luckily it was only a five minute drive to her house. I pulled up in the driveway and we both got out. Hurriedly she got her keys out of her back and we stumbled through the door. She closed the door behind her and then leant back on it and pulled me to her. We kissed again with more passion and more desire than I had ever imagined possible. Our hands were everywhere, opening shirt buttons, grabbing, pinching. I felt her hands go to my trousers and in an instant they and my boxers were down by my ankles. I ripped her shirt open and pulled down her bra cups exposing those wonderful now developed breasts that I had been praying to see for years.

I felt her hand find my hardness and she stroked it slowly. She leant into my neck and whispered. “Not so little Simon anymore.”

I felt her legs part slightly as she guided the tip of cock at her pussy entrance. My hand held her ass cheeks lifting her slightly and then down onto my cock. Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around me as I slid into her wetness. I felt the nylon of her tights rasp against my bare hips, rocking me within her.

“Fuck me Simon.” she growled.

I obeyed instantly and began pushing in and out of her. I had never felt a woman so wet before and I could hear my cock squelching as I pushed harder and deeper into her. Mandy’s breathing quickened and I knew she was close. Her pussy muscles tightening around my cock, making me harder, My hands gripping her ass and her thighs, pushing deeper and harder as my fingers gripped onto her tights, which were slowly laddering and ripping. I knew I was getting close, but I so desperately wanted her to cum first.

“Cum for me Mand, please baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.” I whispered

“Don’t stop Si, please. Harder baby please…so close..so close.” she moaned.

I felt her shudder and her nails dug into my back as she screamed my name over and over. I kept pushing deeper and harder, riding her through the first orgasm and into her second. Screaming over and over, she was matching my rhythm as if wanting to pull all the cum from me and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “Oh Mand, I am gonna cum babes.” I grunted.

“Yes Si, cum deep in me, please baby, cum for me.” she moaned as she reached her third orgasm in succession. And that was enough to send me over the edge. With one last push I exploded deep into her wetness. Spurt after spurt came from my cock. It felt like a never-ending river leaving my cock and going deep into Mandy, my Mandy.

We just stayed there motionless and the only sounds to be heard were our laboured breathing as it started to return to normal. I opened my eyes and surveyed the scene. Her hair was all ruffled and her eyes were closed. Her blouse torn open and her bra cups underneath her breasts. My shirt had been ripped open and my trousers were around my ankles. Mandy’s skirt was around her waist and my fingers were still attached to the nylon of her tights, which were now extremely laddered. I looked down between us and my cock was still deep in her, semi-hard but still in her pussy.

Mandy opened her eyes and smiled. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and then looked back at me. A solitary tear ran down her cheek as she tried unsuccessfully to blink back the rest of them. It set me off as well and soon I felt tears flow down my cheeks. Mandy brought her hands up to my face and wiped them away, doing the same to her own.

Mandy was the first to speak. “Sorry about the tears but I never thought I see you again, let alone experience something as intense as what we just did.”

“Mand, you don’t need to explain yourself to me of all people. I never once stopped dreaming of you or thinking about you. I have wanted this day since I waved goodbye out the back of the car but never in wildest dreams did I imagine it would happen. And never in my wildest dreams was it ever that good either. And I have never stopped loving you Mandy, never.” and that was the cue for more tears.

We eventually managed to disentangle ourselves and made our way to her bedroom. As we took off the rest of clothes, or what was left of them, I looked at Mandy. She was still so beautiful but she was now all grown up. She turned to me and smiled. I had always told her that when she smiled at me it was a different smile, like it was reserved for me and me alone. And there she was, flashing me my smile and I winked back at her.

We both got into her bed and she nestled into me. “I never stopped loving you either Simon.” was all she said as she kissed me

Breaking the kiss, we then started to talk about the past ten years. Everything poured out about how we always thought about each other, how even though we were apart it affected the way we lived our lives. It was like the only person we were meant to be with was each other.

“Mandy Pandy and Little Simon, inseparable even when not together.” I said.

Lisbeth and Jesse had been living together for two months. They were in a routine, with Lisbeth working as a receptionist at a law firm, and Jesse working from home as a consultant. Catie was settling in well, and had been ecstatic when she found out she would not only have her own room, but Jesse had painted it pink, just like she had dreamed. For the first time in her life, she had a brand new bed, and it was also a princess castle! Jesse doted on her, and Lisbeth couldn’t be happier. She knew that Catie needed a father figure, and Jesse was the best thing to happen to bother of them. Jesse’s daughter, Zaida, was slower to adapt, but that was also part of her being a teenager. They knew she would come along in time.

Jesse was also very happy. Lisbeth supported his running, and had set ambitious goals of her own. They would go running as a family, with Catie tagging along on her bike. And while Lisbeth would get Catie bathed and ready for bed, Jesse would go out to the garage to work on his projects. He had picked up woodworking as a way to work with his hands and see some tangible fruits of his labor. His most recent project was to build his own desk using live edge mesquite. This particular project had taken four months to complete, but he was nearing the finish line with it, and it was turning out beautifully. Lisbeth had already asked him if the next project could be a new dining room table.

Jesse’s new desk project was the first time in his life he had built or accomplished something that was for himself, rather than someone else. He had always been generous, and it had taken a lot of time and therapy for him to start going after what HE wanted. Lisbeth was one of those things, although they had pursued each other after spending months beating around the bush about their feelings for each other. Lisbeth was always demonstrating her gratitude for Jesse’s generosity. When he showed up with a brand new Honda Passport for her, she arranged for a date night and left Catie with a friend. By the end of that evening, the vehicle had been fully initiated. Lisbeth had worn a short skirt and tight tank top that showed her new man that he was appreciated and would be rewarded. After dinner, they had parked on a hilltop and watched the stars until their lust took over, and Lisbeth rode him in the back seat. Her skirt had been pulled up to reveal her freshly waxed pussy, and she impaled herself on his rod while he ripped off her tight tank-top to get to her beautiful breasts and suck on them. After she came, she had bent over and begged him to ram her from behind, to fill her with his seed. Their desire for each other had grown as they each learned how similar their fantasies and desires were.

One desire of Jesse’s remained unfulfilled, however.

The following weekend, Lisbeth flew to Chicago to her father. Jesse had again been generous and purchased a ticket escort tesettürlü for her and Catie to fly up to see him. Since moving north, she had missed him terribly, and having recently lost her Mom, Lisbeth wanted to spend as much time with him as she could. Jesse had a weekend to himself.

After taking Lisbeth and Catie to the airport Friday evening, he had returned home and spent the evening watching guy movies and eating pizza. Saturday morning started with a 10-mile run, not as long as he really wanted, but his focus was not on training this weekend. He spent the rest of the day in the garage sanding and finishing his new desk. The resin made the colors of the mesquite pop, and as usual, he had overbuilt it. This desk was extremely heavy and stout. He figured he and a couple of his buddies could stand on it without it giving way. With the help of a dolly, he got it into his office and set up. He was pleased with the results, but also wanted to start on the dining room table. So back to the garage he went, donned the leather gloves and began sorting through the rough lumber. After looking through what he had, he sketched out his idea and began to measure and cut pieces. He enjoyed the process and got lost in it. Jesse planed the boards and began to put together a table, using resin to fill in the gaps. He preferred to use the resin so that very little of the lumber was wasted, as normally happens when the rough edges are removed. Jesse had not had a weekend alone in a long time, and when he realized how hungry he was, he looked at his watch and realized it was 2:00 a.m. Sunday. He had completely lost track of time. But a lot of progress was made, and he knew Lisbeth would be pleased. So, a trip to IHOP and a shower later, he was preparing for bed.

Sunday afternoon was typical — dishes, some light cleaning to remove the evidence of his temporary return to bachelorhood, and a load of laundry, then he drove to the airport to pick up his girls. Jesse was greeted with a running hug from Catie and a passionate kiss from Lisbeth. They stopped on the way home for an early dinner so that Catie could get to bed early for school the next day. Once she was down, Lisbeth went to look at the new table. She was pleased with the idea and progress made. But she was ecstatic when she saw Jesse’s finished desk. Seeing it made her realize how beautiful her table would be. She had a man who was taking care of her, and she felt a warm shiver run through her body. Lisbeth kissed her man to thank him.

“Do you want to watch some TV before we go to bed?” he asked.

“We can. Just one show, though. I want to get to bed early.” Lisbeth was the health-conscious, schedule-following one in their little family. Jesse knew it was good for him, so he didn’t balk at the idea.

After an episode of NCIS, Lisbeth istanbul escort girls went to prepare for bed, while Jesse checked the doors and turned off the lights. Lisbeth was about to go check on Catie when she saw Jesse head into her room. She watched him kiss her on the forehead and thanked God that she had found him. And she had an idea. Lisbeth quickly changed into a new teddy that Jesse had ordered for her, but she had not yet gotten around to wearing for him. It was black silk, high cut on the legs, crotchless, and had a shelf bra built in that put her breasts on display in a manner that clearly communicated “suck them!” But she didn’t wait in bed, as she normally did. With Jesse taking a shower, she snuck out of the bedroom.

After drying off, Jesse left the bathroom and walked to his dresser to get a pair of skivvies. He expected to see Lisbeth in bed, watching him like she normally did. He often didn’t get to the dresser she would get up, push him to sit on the edge of the bed, and kneel to suck on his manhood. Rarely did she suck him to climax. While she loved the taste of his seed, and she would often swallow to show him that she belonged only to him, she would just as often bend over the edge of the bed and beg to be fucked from behind. Having not seen each other all weekend, Jesse was looking forward to another of their erotic escapades. He threw on some boxers and called out, “Lisbeth, Sweetheart! Where are you?”

“I’m in your office. I wanted to take another look at your desk, Love. Come here. There’s something you should see.”

Jesse was worried that perhaps the desk had cracked or the resin wasn’t holding. But to his surprise, the desk was not only holding firm, it was holding his woman. Lisbeth was perched on the desk, lying on her side seductively, her breasts pointing toward him, begging to be sucked, her teddy clearly pointing to her secret garden where she was to be fucked.

“I can’t let you use the desk without it being initiated first.” Lisbeth announced. She felt almost everything we owned had to be “initiated.” Even my pickup, that I’d had for years, even before we got together had been initiated. On an evening drive in the country we had parked in a secluded spot, and Lisbeth had lain in the bed of the pick on a sleeping bag she had brought and given her body to me. Since they, every time I had loaded up the bed of the truck, I had remembered her there, waiting for me, touching herself, her twat glistening in the moonlight from the moistness she had created, inviting me to mount her. Which I had done that night, and again many afterwards. Lisbeth reminded me often not only how much she loved me and appreciated me, but how she belonged only to me, and I to her. She was intent to ensuring that my eyes never roam and my passion never be given to any woman but her.

“You look amazing in escort özbek that lingerie, Baby. My god, you’re so sexy.” I said as I started to kneel. I wanted to taste her, to make her gush, to watch her climax. But it was not to be.

Lisbeth gently grabbed my face and led me to her lips. We kissed passionately. I felt her breasts, her nipples already erect and hard, while her hands moved into my boxers to feel my hardened manhood. Our tongues danced with each other, the temperature of the room rose with our heat for each other. “Lie down on your desk, Dr. Richards.”

I did as I was told, the wood cool on my back. Lisbeth mounted me, lined up my rigid cock with her very wet pussy, and lowered herself. The teddy accentuated her curves, and I saw my cock disappear into her secret garden. She put her hands on my chest and began to grind against me, moaning, loving me. “Oh god, Jesse, I love you. I love how you feel inside me. I love how generous you are, how good you are to me and Catie.” Our eyes locked, and her intensity grew “When you’re working at this desk, I want you to remember me. I am yours, and whenever you want me, you don’t have to ask. Take what you want from me. You can do whatever you want to me. I will love you and take care of you better than you ever thought possible. And you’ll take care of me, Love.”

Her pussy got tighter, but she was so wet that I moved easily into her and out of her, our bodies rhythmically moving together. I touched, tasted, and sucked on her tits and her neck as she ground her pussy against my pubis while I impaled her.

“My god, Lisbeth, I’ve missed you. I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. You are mine…only mine. God, I love fucking you, feeling your pussy on my cock, your tits in my mouth. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Jeff, I love you, too. And I love feeling you inside me. Please, Love! Please come inside me. Claim me, make me yours! Get me pregnant with your baby!”

As she repeated her begging for my seed, I watched her body move, my cock getting harder. I sat up, turned her over, and mounted her. I pushed deep inside her as she spread her legs wide, wanting me deeper in her cunt. I lost control, humping madly, pushing hard, fucking her hard and fast.

“Yes, Jesse! Yes! Fuck me hard! Take me! Own me!” she cried, climaxing, her pussy clamping down on my cock, her juices squirting onto my cock, dripping onto my balls and then to the desk.

I slammed into her, our thighs clapping against each other, my body shaking as I reached the mountaintop. With one last thrust, I pushed deep into her and exploded, launching my seed into her body, streams of my come gushing into her womb. I was frozen in time and space, still pushing hard into her, refusing to let any semen leak from her body, convulsing over and over again in ecstasy, her breasts quivering and shaking each time. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. No words were necessary.

As my orgasm subsided and my cock went limp, I slipped out of her. We climbed off of the newly initiated desk and walked hand-in-hand to bed. We drifted off to sleep as I held her, both of us sated and loved.

I’m so glad I found this woman.

Each summer, our neighborhood has a party. There is usually one block of a street blocked off where the group places picnic tables and some of the neighborhood people organize games for the kids.

I like walking around and checking out the guys and sometimes do a little teasing. My husband, Gene is not happy about this but I’m not so obvious about it that he sees what I’m doing.

As darkness fell, “Can Candace spend the night?” our seven year old daughter, Amber ran to me, begging.

“If it’s okay with her mom and dad,” I conditioned my answer.

“It’s all right with us,” Her father, Stan smiled.

“I’ll need to go get some things for her,” Her mother Sheryl, added, getting up from the picnic table and walking away.

Stan is a hunk! He’s a little younger that Gene or me and quite handsome. His wife is no slouch and her talking to my husband enabled me precious moments gazing at him.

Gene and I took the girls to our house and tried to get them settled in. They were quite playful and I was horny. “I wish they’d go to sleep soon,” I rubbed up against Gene, “I’m really in need!”

A little after ten, Candace announced, “I lost my doll,” there was a doll she’d had earlier and she and Amber thought they might have left it at the school playground, at the end of our street.

I volunteered to go out and look for it.

I noticed just a few die hard party people left as I walked towards the playground. I didn’t see Stan or Sheryl.

Clouds had moved in and in the distance, I saw lightening flashing. I arrived at the school yard and heard voices in the shadows as I neared the playground.

I stopped and tried to identify the voices and exactly where they escort sınırsız were coming from. I slowly moved closer and could see and hear a man and a woman, talking like lovers of course, what else at this time of night? They hadn’t seen me so I just stayed still and quiet, thinking I may get a show, being a voyeur as well as a exhibitionist, I never turned down an opportunity to see a little action.

They were at the playground equipment locked in an embrace. I held my breath and slipped in behind part of a four sided slide that had an elevated room in the middle. They moved towards me and I recognized Stan and Sheryl groping each other. I thought for sure they would see me as they reached the side with the arched monkey bars of it.

They barely made it to that side when Stan pushed Sheryl back against the bars and pulled down her shorts! Even in the dark, I could still make out that she either had to be wearing a g-string or no panties at all. I couldn’t wait to find out. Kissing each other deeply, she reached for his shorts and was trying to get them down over his ass without letting his tongue from her mouth. When she did, she took his cock in her hand and stroked him until he was a steel rod. That didn’t take long.

She took his cock and mounted herself on it! I mean she took the entire thing and fucked loud enough for me to her it clearly! I was freaking soaked, I had to do something or I would explode.

I quickly shoved a finger up my shorts and past my silky bikini panties and went to work on my pussy. I nearly came the first time I touched my clit! I couldn’t stand it, I was wishing I had something more than my fingers escorts to stick in my pussy!

She was working him hard and fast now, his hands in her hair, and he was pumping it into her like it was the very last time he was ever going to get it.

“Fuck me, good” was all she said.

Holding on to her hips, he pounded and pounded, he grunted, she moaned. I tried to keep my own moans at bay by biting my lower lip, damn it was a sight!

I wanted him now. I just couldn’t go up and say “hey, give me some of that” could I. I just went back to fingering myself. It took all I had not to scream out. I dropped to my knees to keep from falling on my face and nearly fell backwards right into plain sight. God I needed some cock!

Then he clinched up and rammed in deep, held it there and shot off in her, I could see his tight ass squeezing off a load. I love that. The lightening was moving closer and added to the show. After a few moments he pulled out and glanced around as he pulled up his shorts.

“Who’s watching us?” Stan stepped around to where I was frozen.

Fuck it, I was busted and horny! I was caught! “Just me,” I admitted.

“Did you like what you saw?” Stan lifted me and sat me on the steps leading up the slide.

“Yes,” I whimpered, staring into his eyes and thinking how much I wanted him.

“Oh, look,” Sheryl pulled up her shorts and had something in her hand, “I’ll bet Candace will be looking for this.”

“That’s why I’m here,” I couldn’t move from the steps, “She wanted it before she went to sleep.”

“I’ll just run it to her,” she vanished into the darkness.

Stan slipped a finger up the leg of my shorts and discovered escort gecelik my wet pussy, “You must have liked what you saw,” he shoved it in hard.

I was loving it! I didn’t know what was going to happen and didn’t care! I wanted him so bad! “You look good fucking!”

Then Stan took me by the arms and directed me to turn around, he pulled down my shorts and pushed me so I was leaning away from him, my hands bracing myself on the steps.

“My God,” Stan shoved his finger in my pussy and leaned forward to lick me, “You are so hot!”

I started pushing back against him, “Harder!” I gasped, “Harder! Harder!”

He sucked and fingered me and I was ready to cum, then he stood up and I felt his prick on the lips of my pussy. I was sopping wet so they spread easy for him. “I think you’re ready for my cock!”

Oh, God, was I ready! He just shoved it inside me like I wanted, “Fuck me!” my trembling voice quivered, “Fuck me!”

“You are one hot fuck!” Stan worked back and forth moving inside me, “Does you husband have to tie you down at night?”

“We’ll come back her another time,” I gasped for breath, “and you can tie me up here,” I drew another gasp of breath, “and fuck me again!” I groaned, “Would you like that?”

“Oh, God yes!” I struck another nerve and he rammed even harder, “I’ll fuck you tied to the bars! You hot fuck! I’ll fuck you all night!”

I had a climax coming on fast, but he caught me off guard by shooting a huge load into me which sent me into mine. Not meaning to, I found myself nearly screaming it felt so good!

Wave after wave hit us, we must have been a sight. Two grown people just convulsing around the playground equipment! We were stuck together because no one could move. It was great!

It started to rain and we ducked under the platform.

He kissed me hard and then lifted my sleeveless top. In a second he was sucking my hard nipples and I was stroking his sticky cock into another erection.

“Fuck me again!” I cried.

“Open those legs properly! You think this is a joke? My man has been travelling all day, and needs to be welcomed warmly, with lots of loving!”

“Yes, mama!” answered the young woman docilely, throwing her legs wide apart. She squealed as Kuria thrust his thick cock all the way in.

Yunika was one of the young wives living in the single rooms of the plot, whose doors faced each other. At the far end from the entranceway was the larger house in which lived the 43 year-old woman who was kind, compassionate or harsh in turns. One never knew what to expect from her at any moment. Thus the younger women, left in the house by their husbands going to work, were thrown upon the mercies of Beatrice, the older woman. They carried out errands for her willingly, looked after her water containers, or her 6 year-old son if she was not at home when he returned from school.

Kuria hooked his arm under Yunika’s knee, lifting her leg high and opening her cunt wider. His cock could now make longer strokes which caused the young woman to scream in her ancestral language.

“Wuui, mama-yo!” She felt his cock pistoning into her with brutal strokes. Surely he had not had a woman for at least two days! He looked quite mature but his fucking belied his years. She felt him begin to thrust himself deep into her pussy and rubbing something inside there that she did not know she had. Her blood seemed to come to a boil. The heat enveloped her entire being as she hit a more violent orgasm than she had ever enjoyed.

“Ngaiiiii, wuuuiii! escort bahçelievler She ejaculated.

“Kush, push her to another climax. Come on!” yelled Beatie.

He pulled almost out of the young woman’s cunt and gave her a number of those long unbearably sweet strokes. Then he modulated them to hit her deepest spot, causing her to feel them all over her body. Only a few strokes later she exploded into such a powerful climax she thought her hip joint would come apart. She screamed so loudly that were there any babies nearby, they would surely have woken up startled.

Now he hooked his other arm under her leg and folded her like he was going to make origami out of her. This time he stroked her very fast, like a sewing machine needle. Her moans sounded like she was riding a tuktuk over a rough road. She felt two climaxes, one after the other overtake her, yet he did not slow down.

At last he yelled, “I am comiiiinng, Darling!

“Good. Empty those balls into that young virile cunt. Give her twins, no triplets!!” yelled back Beatie.

Yunika felt his semen gush into her pussy jet after jet. She was in the midst of her own climax and beyond caring if she got pregnant by this old guy. He slowly let her legs back onto the bed, without allowing the cock to emerge. In fact he rubbed it against her cunt walls, driving her into another unexpected orgasm. They lay immobile for a minute or two before he let his deflating cock to slip out of the young pussy istanbul bayan escort with a plop!

“Yaaaay,” shouted the excited Beatie as she climbed onto Yunika, placing her gaping cunt right onto Yumika’s mouth.

“Suck me, lick me, you worthless bitch,” she commanded. The poor exhausted woman had no choice but to comply. She sucked the older woman’s outer lips and found that her cunt was already flowing with sex juices. She was ready to be fucked, thought Yunika. But she used her tongue to fuck the mature cunt, sucking the lips into her mouth, and bringing the clit into play even though she wanted to delay stimulating it until later.

“Ah, you useless specimen of a human being! Suck me harder!”

Her neck still aching, Yunika tried her best to obey. When she inveigled the thick swollen clitoris between her teeth and tongue, squeezing it and pulling it for effect, Beatie screamed, “Suck me harder, bitch!”

With renewed energy Yunika sucked the whole clit into her warm mouth, increasing the pressure. As expected she felt her mistress’ legs clamp tighter around her temples, meaning she was about to come. Younika felt her shins grabbed powerfully, nails digging into her skin.

“Ngaiiiiii! You horrible bitch, what have you done to meeeee?” Her ears, tightly held between those heavy thighs, barely heard this opprobrium. Beatrice came all over the poor girl’s face drenching her with copious juices.

“Well done, both of you,” Kush’s voice broke into the two women’s escort halkalı consciousness. He was lying on his side enjoying the spectacle of his Beatie being ravished by a younger woman. Yunika was clay in the older one’s hands. He wondered how Beatrice had worked herself to the top of the food chain in that plot. All four women were subservient to her, including one who was in her late forties, with grownup children of her own. He felt sure she would try to press him under her thumb, too. As he detected that her dominance was not malicious, and that it may not be all bad, Beatie got off the younger woman.

“Darling I want you inside me now!”

He threw a questioning glance in the direction if Yunika, but Beatie slid down on the bed, opening herself to him in silent command. Grabbing his organ in his hand he advanced on the wide open, inviting cunt before him.

“Suck my boobs, bitch! Must you be told everything?” The poor harassed girl rushed to fulfil the new command. But a hand was immediately laid on her head as soon as she had the nipple in her mouth. Beatie rubbed her gently, almost lovingly.

Meanwhile, in the south Kush had inserted his cock right to the hilt, after rubbing the helmet up and down her slit. He started with those agonizingly sweet long strokes which always drove her to the edge.

She moaned loudly from the double assault. “Pull and release that nipple, Yunika!” he ordered her. At the same time he pushed himself to the farthest extent, letting the head of his cock titillate her cervical opening.

“Ngaiiiiii!” she yelled, tightening her legs about his body. He knew this meant she had hit her second climax of the evening. As the tag-team worked her, changing positions every once in a while, she came so many times that by the 30th minute since he entered her, her head fell exhausted on the pillow, her whole body sated.

Between us there was only a quarter-inch wall of foamcore, but Max and I weren’t really close in any other way.

He had slender fingers and a sharp jaw, these were things I had noticed about him so far. I also knew he was in a relationship because I’d heard him on the phone talking with someone about branzino, skin contact wine, and mothers. Our desks looked out at the whole of Central Park from a height that made the park seem like a bathtub filled with bright green foam. The windows of the office were floor-to-ceiling, so that if you pressed your forehead up against the cold hard pane, you could simulate the feeling of falling, you could imagine the exhilaration of doing something crazy like that. On a slow afternoon, I’d heard the little thunk of his head hitting the window and resting there, thinking, the shift of his weight in his tailored grey suit pants. An hour later, I did the same thing, releasing my tight ponytail down to my shoulders, and then flouncing it around, up and down, as if the sticky New York spring air was rushing past me, wondering if he was listening too.

Max and I had worked in this office together for a few months. It was a good job, and as with most good jobs, it was also a boring job. Everyone in our quiet methodical office would stretch out their tasks for as long as possible, and then peak at the clock, sad to see that only 20 minutes had passed. So I cherished days with a vivid sight or sound like the last coke in the desert. Just one strong sensory experience was enough to jolt me back to life. And, likely unbeknownst to Max, he made the most exquisite sounds I had ever heard. Soft curses, pensive hmms, little covered yawns, full body stretching groans, unselfconscious grunts. They were varied, they were strange, and they got me incredibly wound up. I’d recorded full workdays’ worth of Max’s sounds on my phone, listening to them on the subway back home with my noise-cancelling headphones so no one else would ever know.

At the time, I was in a relationship with a person who mostly seemed interested in having conversations with himself. There was no topic that wouldn’t ultimately come back to something that he’d hated, or loved, and when he’d finished telling me, there was no return volley, and so I’d started to feel like a ghost. To revive my spirits and to remind me that I was, in fact, still very much flesh and blood, I’d started to enjoy longer showers. It’s a well known fact to all people with relationship troubles that the shower is a gift, and I began to maximize our mobile showerhead for all of its potential pleasurable uses. I’d fill up the bathroom with hot steam, let the city and my boyfriend disappear and just come as many times as I possibly could before the length of the shower became too implausible. And, when I was in the shower feeling the high pressure streams of water teasing my clit, I’d start to think about Max. Max’s full lips, Max’s mouth full of branzino, Max’s long fingers typing on the same exact type of keyboard I use everyday with my fingers, Max’s jaw unclenching.

***

One morning, I was in the office kitchen, in the hours just after dawn before the office filled with bright sunshine and was still dusky. The swivel chairs sat still like good children at church, the air was full of extra oxygen without people to breathe it all up. I usually got to the office early, because I enjoyed feeling my body wake up and thinking abstractly about whatever I wanted before the clock struck 9am and all the nuts escort esenler and bolts of the day needed to be hammered into place.

My first stop was the bathroom, where I sat in the stall with my headphones on. I flipped through the various bits of entertainment and inadvertently came upon Max’s audio I’d covertly recorded. The umms, stretching noises, yawning. The fact that there was no way he’d been aware of being recorded. The fact that his little throat was making these gnawing sounds where I could see his jaw stretching in response, neck straining and flexing, maybe his hands massaging the tender parts of his cheeks. Why was his jaw so sore? My fingers were dipping inside of my pussy, asking this same question. What would his long fingers be doing to me, how many of them would fit inside…? I was rubbing my clit, biting my freshly-showered arm to keep from moaning too much, I was dizzy and forgetting where I was, it was just me and the sounds of Max stretching that beautiful jaw…

I emerged from the bathroom, put back together. The office was empty and dark, as my morning coffee percolated to completion. In the kitchen, we have French milled soap on a rolling stick thing, and so to use it, you have to squeeze your hand around it and roll it around until you have enough foam. Squeezing the last drop of foam out of the soap never failed to keep me desperately horny, and this time was no exception, especially because of where my hands had just been. I stood there, stroking the soap and pretending it was Max, simulating his quiet stretching noises as I did it, feeling my aching clit going crazy.

I finished washing my hands, and I was pouring the rest of the carton of half-and-half into my coffee cup, feeling the cool breeze of the open refrigerator on my stomach, when I heard a male voice.

“Can I have the cream when you’re done?”

It was him. I was actually stunned, not because his presence was implausible, but just because of where my mind had just been. Thirty seconds earlier, my legs were figuratively wrapped around his face.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just finished the cream.”

Our eyes met and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

“No worries,” he said.

“I can get you more,” I said, still half-asleep and not really used to talking with people yet.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “I know the mornings are your time.”

I watched him walk back to his desk as I stood there, with the empty half-and-half carton in my hand and a little shiver going through me. He’d noticed my early morning habit. I wondered what else he’d noticed. I closed the fridge door and stood in my pencil skirt, heels, and new silk blouse, nipples hard. I was entirely losing control and getting very wet in a workplace environment. This was a completely inappropriate, fireable offense.

My head went a little fuzzy, and the carton slipped out of my hands, bouncing on the hard floor. There was an extra sip of cream in there after all, now a tiny puddle at my feet. I reached for the roll of paper towels to clean it up, getting down on my hands and knees, feeling the cold tiles through my stockings dabbing the cream, really wishing Max would come back to the kitchen to see what I’d done.

It wasn’t that I didn’t value my job. I did. I’d been receiving accolades at work, consistently for three straight quarters, but for some reason it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t stimulated. My bayan escort istanbul body, the one that I work so hard to keep healthy with good food and frequent exercise, just wasn’t getting what it needed. I wanted more, and I wanted to get away with it. I deserved it. I deserved Max’s mouth and his fingers, and I was going to have them.

Ever so slowly, I repositioned my body so that my ass was facing him. I reached behind me and pulled up my pencil skirt just a little bit so that if he were to walk by he could see most of my thighs, but not quite everything. Enough to know what I wanted. I opened my legs shoulder-length apart, arching my back slightly, presenting my pussy to the entire dark office. A few long moments passed, with me on all fours, in the kitchen of my office, waiting, rubbing that spot of cream off the floor. I closed my eyes. Somehow I sensed that he would respond soon.

“I guess there was cream in there.”

In a near blackout state of arousal, I could feel my inner thighs getting wet through my stockings. We both giggled a little bit. Max’s eyes were fixed right where I wanted them to be. I responded by widening my stance a little bit more, wiggling so that the skirt was coming up even further. He knelt down behind me and slowly raised my skirt all the way up, leaving it around my belly button. His hands took the top of my stockings and pulled them down to my knees.

My panties were dripping wet. He traced me with two of his long fingers, starting at me, watching me drip on his hand. The panties came off in one smooth motion, and his fingers were diving into me, as the office kitchen lights hit my bare ass. Soon I felt his face, his three day stubble brushing at my clit, his soft hair made me think of a car wash.

I turned around, my bare ass completely exposed, and pulled the back of his head in. My fists had handfuls of his hair, and I guided his tongue so that he would give me the exact rhythm and pressure I needed. I was going to have the perfect orgasm, right here in the middle of my office, and my co-worker Max was going to lick me until that happened. I was totally fucked if anyone else came in, but I just didn’t care, the pleasure was so intense. I came in rolling waves, my arms going numb, my head hitting the kitchen cabinet…

***

The rest of the day progressed uneventfully, so much so that I began to think the morning had been a dream. We’d returned to being more or less complete strangers, even though just hours earlier he’d made me come harder than any boyfriend ever had. I heard the familiar sounds of Max typing, grunting and stretching, each one producing a little sharp ping that started in my brain and rolled down my spine to my ass. I’d trained my body to respond to the rustle of his clothing, the crack of his knuckle cartilage, the tap of the sole of his Italian leather shoes as he pushed his swivel chair back and forth. I think he was just as frustrated with office life as me. The cushy corporate drudgery of our highly-prized jobs had driven us to those terrible acts. We’d gotten exactly what we both wanted and had worked so hard for and had been told by friends and family to value. But here we were, living the dream, and feeling entirely empty. It’s enough to make you cheat on your loving, wonderful partner, to give into the thrill of your bare ass on the cold hard tile and the thrilling danger of being stumbled upon by respected peers and colleagues. Because didn’t they all escort merter feel the same way, and we were the only ones brave enough to do something about it? I decided right then and there that I would not feel any guilt whatsoever about engaging in very hot sex with my co-worker Max. These things weren’t even that important in the grand scheme of things, it was just human nature, the drive for life, the drive to procreate, the drive to feel something heavenly during your time on Earth.

As our co-workers began to leave for the evening, I developed an urge to suck Max’s cock. After the time in the kitchen, we’d quickly put our clothes back on and run to the bathroom freshen up. I’d come back and sprayed some air freshener in the kitchen, diffusing it with a towel waved back and forth a few times, inhaling to make sure it was all okay, and then waving a little more. No one had said anything for the rest of the day.

I made a deal with myself: if everyone had left the office and Max decided to stay, it would tell me what I needed to know. If he didn’t stay, I would go through living my wonderful happy life with my wonderful loving partner, and push the events of the day out of my mind. 6:30pm…sun was setting…I heard a yawn. Max was still there.

7:30pm. Everyone had left. I felt a stillness on the other side of the foamcore, a lack of fidgeting. I reached over to the box of tissues on my desk, and took out one, two, three, four, tucking them inside my pencil skirt. I took off my heels, and got up from my chair as quietly as possible, tip-toeing on the tile floor…one step, two, three, crossing the foamcore. Wordlessly and expressionlessly, I climbed underneath Max’s desk. I could only see his leather shoes and his tailored grey suit pants. The wheels of the swivel chair eased forward towards me.

In the dark space, I heard the metallic sounds of a belt unbuckling, a button popping out of its hole, a zipper softly buzzing down its track. I saw his hands pull the spandex of his boxer briefs band out, up, and over. I smelled him, and I greeted him with the point of my tongue, working his ridges gradually, tracing the circumference of his tip before wetting my lips and fastening them on his head. I held the head of his cock there in my mouth, licking the underside of the tip until I got the grunts and moans I’d be anticipating all day. I dropped my head all the way down to his balls, feeling his full length completely in my mouth, while one hand fondled his balls. I could tell he was squirming now, trying not to make much noise. He gasped as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, twirling my tongue on his head, squeezing his balls gently. I started to make sounds of my own, sucking and moaning around his cock. I took the shaft in my right hand, and planted my warm wet mouth on his balls while I used my recently manicured nails to stroke up and down. With my left hand still wrapped around his balls, I pumped him with my right hand, positioning my mouth underneath and touching my tongue to his head so he knew I was ready for his come. Moments before he was about to come, I pushed him deep into my mouth to feel the hot come spurt down my throat. He lost balance and his feet came up from the floor, wrapping them around me, body shaking as I swallowed, making my gulps loud enough for him to hear, rubbing his balls and milking his cock for every last drop.

I reached in my skirt for the tissues, and brought my arm out from under the desk. Max took them, wiping himself. He zipped back up his pants, and left without saying a word. When I knew he was gone, I came up from under the desk, taking extra deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of the dark night air. As I sat in my office chair, gazing out at the big city lights that surround a dark green bathtub, I felt more alive than I had in months.