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Grace’s car was in the driveway, so I slipped quietly through the front door to avoid waking her. I tiptoed through the dark house, moving slowly to avoid hitting anything. Jake and Imelda must have cleared out of town as they had promised once semester ended; they would be long gone and a long time coming back.I stood near the kitchen in the dark and realized I needed a stiff one, so quiet as a thief, I opened a cupboard, took down a shot glass, and lifted one of the many bottles we kept on hand for emergencies like shitty test scores, bad breakups, and boredom. I grimaced at the thought of the oozing shitfest of the conference and poured four fingers. I was only there to meet and greet, and that I did extraordinarily badly thanks to poorly cooked food and endlessly runny bowels the night before the conference started; at least, it had cleared up in time for my flight.I sipped quietly as I relaxed in the dark quiet. I started when the fridge pump started up, primed for a jump-start by our weekend ghost movie marathons. I breathed in silently, listened for ominous shufflings in the dark, and chuckled silently. I considered collecting my mail which doubtless hadn’t piled up to any great extent in the five days I was gone, but decided I didn’t want to fuck with it. In fact, I shrugged, I didn’t want to fuck with anything except the gin neat in my glass. As I sipped, I added to myself, And except Grace.She had joined us at the beginning of the semester when Glenda’s finances collapsed. As she sat across from us at the table as we interviewed her, the prominent gold cross on her chest made the most impression on me, followed by her boyish frame and severe glasses, humorless mien and precise speech. Of course, we wanted a housemate and nothing more, so she was immediately accepted, however rigidly pious in the hardcore Korean way she might be, and over the next three weeks, her appearance grew on me her personality opened up. By the end of the first month, I had a slight crush, by the end of the second month, I had given in and masturbated nightly to thoughts of her, and by the end of the third, I was pretty sure I was slightly in love as well as deeply in lust.I smirked sadly in the darkness. She seemed to have no romantic life and no tinge of sexuality about her; strait-laced and harshly anti-sexual, I suspected she would run screaming if I were to make a delicate proposition. Somehow, that made the thought of her all the sweeter, despite her being in so many ways the opposite of my tastes. Everyone gets one hopeless crush, I guess, I thought, so just look for flaws and hope she loses her luster soon. And so for the past month, I had been a bit standoffish and distant, which seemed to have passed largely unnoticed every time she looked at me from the corner of her eyes past the ear-length hair, apart from occasional flashes of exasperation and sharp tone of voice.Well, I thought, we two will be cheek-by-jowl the next two months. I smiled—no doubt, given my social skills, I’d piss her off so much that she’d hate me so much that the sheen would fade away completely by the end of the week and I could set about finding someone blonde and busty to extinguish my lust in. I finished the gin and set the glass down quietly; picking up my backpack, I quietly crept down the hallway, dark even with my night vision, and remembered the joking more than once after midnight on ghost nights that with my room on the opposite side of everyone else’s, I’d be the first one the ghost picked off. I fumbled at my door as I thought, “Not funny, guys, thanks ever so much.” I crept into my room, glad that the hinges were well-oiled, and breathed more easily once the door was closed. I turned on the desk lamp long enough to check briefly that everything was in place; the clock read 2:27 AM, so I quickly undressed, doused the light, and crawled into bed.I lay there for a moment, debating whether to have a leisurely whack to break the celibacy I had been unable to break at the conference, kaçak iddaa but decided it was a good start on getting over Grace and, despite my raging erection, fell right to sleep. In my dream, I chased a scrawny cat that ignored me all around the house, never letting me nearer than a yard and seeming to smile as it flicked its tail disdainfully to my demands to let me pet it, then suddenly, I knew there was a ghost in the house. The cat flicked away to leave me to my fate, and I woke to see a white nightgown in the gloom in front of my closed door, and then the head above it. She whispered quietly, “You’re home.”After a second, I breathed out. “You need to stop showing us those damn Asian ghost movies,” I whispered. “You nearly offed me from shock.”She smiled, “Have to keep you off-balance.” She walked to my bed and looked down, suddenly smiling, I realized in a new shock to my system, at the massive erection poking up where I had uncovered myself in my dream. “I know you don’t like me,” she whispered, “but I really like you. Really, I’m a very nice girl once you get to know me.”“Riiight. You can’t stand me.”“I’m sorry I’m not a silly American girl who lets everyone read her thoughts. You clearly need to recalibrate your social antennas.”Bewildered, I said, “But…what if it goes wrong? We have to live together.”She cocked her head and smiled, “What if it goes right?”I said nothing, watching as she looked up and down my body, no trace of reluctance or abhorrence in her face, and when I made no move to cover myself, she said, “I’m overdressed, sorry,” and lifted her gown over her head to stand nude before me. Although she was thin as a rail, almost as thin as I had suspected, she was exquisite, her muscles well-toned and her prominent collarbone, ribs, and hip bones seeming strong as stone, her thick black triangle stark against her skin bluish-gray in the dark; standing straight and unembarrassed, she made me think of closely controlled power, no emaciation of body or spirit, and even her small breasts were perfectly formed and firm, the nipples standing out half an inch each expressing the same desire I thought I saw in her eyes. As my cock started throbbing, she whispered, “Or maybe you do like me.”I held out my hand to her, and she grinned and lay atop me; I smiled at the thought that while she was extraordinarily light, she was much heavier and solider than any ghost. She squeezed me tightly as her tongue thrust impatiently into my mouth; she sucked on my lips as I felt the hot slickness of her other lips rubbing along the underside of my cock. As I explored her back, she whispered, “No noise. Complete silence. We’ll make so much noise later. Tonight I just want to feel you and smell you and taste you. Let me drink you in like a soft rain.” In response, I pulled her head down and sucked her tongue into my mouth.Her body had its own intoxicating charms so different from what I had known, the muscles hard against my body with only the skin between us. Her body was taut and electric-quick to the touch, her neck a column of tendons and muscle with her blood throbbing under my lips; her breasts fit my hands perfectly as her breath quickened. Soon she shifted ever so slightly on my hips and let me enter her. She rested her hands on my shoulders as she worked her cunt around me and stared down at me.“You’re mine now,” she whispered almost silently, and apart from the regular squishing of her fluids around my member and the smell of her juices thick in the air and her body somehow shining above me in the tiny gloom that crept in through my window shades, all was silent and dark and drained of sense. “Hold my hips,” she whispered more urgently. I reached up from her thighs to her hips, and she nodded as I tilted my hips to give a more direct thrust into her.The house was silent, letting the rustling of my sheets and the whispers of her skin against mine fill my ears. No frigid nun, she watched me with evident delight and hunger for me as she took the active role. She kaçak bahis sat up vertically, pushing my cock head hard against her front wall, and kept me deeply imbedded as she ground her clit against me. Her cross bounced between her breasts in rhythm with her hips, giving me something to focus on so as not to spill too quickly.She whispered, “Is it good?”“Better than I had dreamed.”“You’ve dreamed of me?”“Night after night, after fantasizing about you.”“Fantasizing doing what?”“This. And other things.”“We’ll have to try them then.”She experimented with the rhythm as we built to our climax, but at the end, she pinned me to the bed and fucked down onto me without circling her hips. She covered my mouth with her hand suddenly as her pussy squeezed tight around me and we came together. She never closed her eyes as she stared at her possession, queen of the realm and goddess of passion. My sperm drained into her, a week of celibacy flooding her as her own fluids squirted onto me.She collapsed onto me as her pulsations ended, and she took her hand from my mouth and kissed me. “I told you, silence. I won’t have you moan.”“I wouldn’t let myself.”“No harm done.” She lifted herself off me and said, “Suck me clean.” She settled onto my face and leaned down, lying full atop me as she licked me. I was unable to see her folds in the shadow of her thigh, so I let my tongue explore her. Her lips were long and thick; our combined juices poured onto my face, and as I licked into her folds, I felt her take my head into her mouth and begin sucking without hesitation or haste. Soon she had moved her knees forward, opening herself completely to me, and taken me fully inside her throat.I caressed her body, feeling her muscles all over her body as she devoured me without embarrassment, taking me in completely and then withdrawing, circling her hips as I circled my tongue. We explored each other’s sex slowly and thoroughly, playing around to see what each liked best. After ten minutes, she whispered urgently, “Suck me dry now.” She rode my face as I tried to keep up with her, and when she came, there was no trace of the demureness I expected from the way she always carried herself. She pounded fast and hard all over me, doing whatever it took to come hard and clearly needed it hard to come.After she came, she lifted herself off me and curled up next to my hip. She whispered, “Look into my eyes. Give yourself to me. You know you must,” echoing a ghost from a few weeks before that stole the soul of its victims, and stared into my eyes. She suckled on the tip as she stroked my shaft and slowly worked me fully inside her. She nodded when I started thrusting involuntarily under her talented tongue and held me in place as I filled her swallowing throat.She curled up next to me and whispered, “Now sleep, we have all the future ahead of us.” She nestled against me, her left thigh thrown over my hips as she pressed her sodden cunt against me. She smiled, “See, Kitty still likes you,” and I fell off almost immediately. Despite my exhaustion, alcohol, and exercise the night before, I woke up fresh about 9. Eagerly, I felt the bed; bereft, I wondered if I had merely dreamed her. Seeing the dried stains on the sheets, I smiled and sat up. I heard noises and put on my robe. I walked quietly to the kitchen and saw Grace at the stove in shorts and a T-shirt. She blinked when she saw me and gave a shy smile, so I came to her and kissed her deeply. She started and stared at me when I pulled away to look at her, then grabbed my head and pulled me to her. She kissed me even more passionately than the night before and pulled away long enough to turn off the stove.As we kissed again, I lifted her and carried her to her bed. Sunshine and a scented breeze filled the room through the open window, and I examined her avidly in the light as I stripped her bare. Goosebumps rose as I caressed her, and her nipples came alive as I sucked on each small breast in turn. Eager to bury myself in her again, I knelt as illegal bahis I pulled her shorts off and spread her thighs, finally seeing the thick lips I had felt the night before. She watched me closely, weight on her elbows, as I leaned in and explored her with fingers and tongue.When I first uncovered her mount, her inner lips only peeked out, but within a minute, they had opened to me like an orchid. After three minutes, her tunnel enveloped three of my fingers as my lips had settled on her clitoris, and two minutes later, her breath rasped as she thrust up against my fingers in a climax as powerful as the night before, moaning quietly, “Harder, faster, don’t stop.” I continued sucking, giving her three more orgasms, until she pushed me away. She smiled as I stood before her and then she sat up and turned away from me. Looking over her shoulder, she winked and then grinned as I seized her hips and pushed home.The boyishness of her hips disappeared in that position as her thin ass flared out toward me, rounded by her splayed-open thighs. She pushed back fast and hard against me, driving my cock deep into her, the pure lust of taking her like an animal spurring us both to pure fucking. I looked down to watch the rounded bottom of her inner lips sheathing my cock on the out-strokes and disappearing on the in-strokes, my cock rigid and still as she used it like a dildo. Her orgasms quickly continued, three in quick succession, and when I finally gave in and pounded her mercilessly, she thrust back even harder. Finally, I squeezed hard on her hips and pulled her back onto me to use her like a toy, and we bellowed in concert as we came simultaneously.She collapsed and lay happily underneath me, and I caught my breath as I slowly softened inside her. When I had wilted, I slid off her and felt her lithe body twist in my arms to face me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and caressed me as she fucked my mouth with her tongue, exploring her property yet again. I hardened again and she lay back and pulled me into her. I lasted longer this time, my hunger dulled, and watched her skin flush and her belly twitch as her largest orgasm yet washed over her. As her cries died out at the end, I thrust up into her and spilled a last time.I came to after a couple of minutes and she said, “That was wonderful, but you are a bit heavy.”I chuckled and rolled off her to hold her as she caressed my face with her fingertips and smiled benignly. “What took you so long?”“I was exhausted.”She stared at me in puzzlement and then said, “God, I’ve wanted that for so long. You certainly took your time.”“Seemed rushed to me.”She laughed, “The ultimate tease.” Puzzled in turn, I kissed her and she chuckled, “Of course, what will happen if this all goes wrong?”“Fuck that. Like you said, what if it goes right?”She blinked in confusion and said, “What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly, her eyes flared in anger and she sat up and shouted, “Goddammit all to fucking hell, Sarah, you motherfucking piece of shit, I’m going to fuck you up, you miserable cunt! Your future ends now!!!”As she shot out of bed and ran out of her room, I grabbed my robe and followed. Over joyous laughter, I heard Grace shout, “Why the fuck do you always do this to me?!? Goddammit, fucking everyone I like!”I turned the corner to see Grace’s double in a green robe holding two plates with a full breakfast. They both looked back at me briefly, and the woman in the robe nodded to the counter between the kitchen and the dining room. “Have a seat. Eat up. You need to build your strength after all your exercise.”I looked at Grace as she glared at me and the world. She glanced at me and nodded, “Condemned man gets a last meal.” I sat down gingerly at the counter and watched very closely as the woman in the robe set both plates down and smiled at me. Grace glared in fury all around the room and then again at me, a little less angry perhaps but still frightening me to my core, the beauty of her fully nude body invisible against her deadly anger. I took a bite of egg and nodded, and the woman turned to face Grace, who said in a cold fury, “It isn’t fucking funny, Sarah; every damn time I fuck someone, you’ve gotten there first.”

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My younger brother, by two years, is certainly keen and it’s fair to say that over the last few days I have been well and truly pampered. Breakfast in bed once more; the fifth time this week, muesli, banana and a glass of orange juice on a tray. This morning, I sat up in bed and diced the banana into the muesli, I took one spoonful and grinned at the dish.“Something’s missing?” I told him as I winked in his direction.The grin on his face was priceless as I waited coyly for the fourth ingredient.It all started five days ago. I’d won a bet with my brother and the forfeit was that he needed to make me breakfast in bed. It was supposed to be a one-time event but one thing led to another and I’ve had breakfast in bed for the last five days.The first time he came into the room he was grumpy and incomprehensible. He just grunted under his breath, and for someone that was six months past his sixteenth birthday that was pretty normal behaviour. As his older sister, I’d grown out of that two years ago. He handed me the tray of muesli and orange juice with a banana on the side. It was my favourite combination. Of course, I jumped up from under the bedclothes with my back against the headboard. I tucked the bedclothes over my legs and tummy and laid the tray on them.I hadn’t given it a second thought that I was bare-breasted and that it was my brother serving me the breakfast. It was too late by the time I realised my mistake. I just shrugged my shoulders and thought ‘what the fuck,’ bahis siteleri he’d probably seen a pair of breasts at his age anyway.I told him to sit down on the edge of the bed and thanked him for making breakfast. I immediately sliced the banana into the muesli and took a sip of the orange juice. I spooned a mouthful of muesli into my mouth and savoured the taste and it wasn’t long before I had finished everything and put the dishes on the tray and handed it to him.Rather uncomfortably, he took the tray and rushed to stand up and leave.“Wait, Jonathan,” I called out, “come here a minute.”He reluctantly turned to me to ask what I wanted. I didn’t want anything but I needed him to turn around.“What is that?” I asked pointing to the tent that formed in his shorts. It was a pretty big tent as well and from the sight alone it got my juices flowing. I shouldn’t have done anything about it. I should have just grinned and let it pass. But it was big.“Put the tray down. Come here. Sit on the bed.”He did as he was told, after all, he was used to being told what to do by my mother and me. I looked into his eyes at first but he refused to make eye contact. I grabbed both my tits and jigged them in front of him.“Did these make that happen?” I asked, knowing full well that they had. Before he managed to say anything, I reached out and grabbed it; squeezing it hard under his shorts.“Come on, let me see it. Take it out?”He started to complain but he did as he was told once I’d told him canlı bahis siteleri that I would have to tell mum what had happened if he didn’t.I couldn’t believe the size of it when he dropped his shorts to the floor. It bounced free and his erect boner was sizeable, to say the least. I estimated it at least eight inches. I stared at it for ages and I suspect he was staring at my tits too because it seemed to get larger by the second.I gave it another squeeze and the moan from his mouth seemed to indicate that he was going to ejaculate right there in front of me. I pulled on it and tugged at his bell-end which resulted in another moan. At that point, I just couldn’t help myself.“I’ve had one banana this morning, I may as well have another,” I told him.My lips sunk over his knob. My hand squeezed his rod near the base with slight motion along his length. I had only started to sink my mouth on his cock when he grunted, filling my mouth with a huge jet of jism that shot to the back of my throat. I eagerly pushed forward onto his cock, pulled greedily on his exposed rod and allowed him to spurt into my mouth and down my throat. He seemed to spurt for ages but eventually I released him from my mouth and sucked the last drops from the end of his cock; swirling his spunk around my tongue before swallowing.His dick never even deflated when I let it go free. “What a lovely breakfast that was,” I told him.He nodded, but I could see he was uncomfortable with what had just happened canlı bahis and so I explained to him that everything was alright as long as we kept it to ourselves. He nodded his head and my filthy little mind knew that I had obtained my brother’s trust. I knew I wouldn’t be able to let it go though. Not now.His cock was still erect when I told him to pull his shorts up. I wanted to do more but I thought about it and I think I would have blown his mind if I even attempted to fuck him. I couldn’t get over the fact that he only lasted a mere twenty seconds at that. At least I didn’t have to wait long or put much effort in.He picked the tray up and started to leave my bedroom once more.“Jonathan,” I called to him. He stopped and turned to me once more. “Breakfast in bed again, tomorrow?” I winked at him.He nodded. “Good, I’ll be ready tomorrow,” I told him. I sat back against the headboard and savoured the taste in my mouth and it was a great and unexpected start to my day.That was the first breakfast in bed, the second was much the same although I did let him feel my breasts and on day three I let him fuck his cock between my breasts and let him shoot all over my tits. On day four, I lay naked on the bed when he came in. He nearly dropped the tray when he saw me, legs open and directed towards the door; my fingers circling my clit. I swear he nearly fainted when I told him that his breakfast was waiting for him. Let’s face it, my muesli would only go soggy, not cold. He was a quick learner and I loved his eagerness to make me cum, though we only played in the mornings never at night or after school even though we had the opportunity. But those very early morning romps set me up for the day at work.

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I barely remember the fifty minutes of traffic as I drive back to my house from dropping Sue off at Robert’s condo. My brain keeps replaying that unforgettable mountain top sex Sue, and I shared and those last words she said when I dropped her off, “… it will be a dinner for two.” I’m a few minutes from home when my phone buzzes with a text message from Sue, which I key my car to read aloud to me.Hi, I’m going to my sister’s, Kelly. Everything’s okay. Don’t respond until you get home. Then give me a call. SueI enter the garage door at home and quickly settle on the sofa to hit dial for Sue’s number.   “Hi,” Sue answers on the first ring.I immediately fire off questions. “Hey, why are you at Kelly’s? What happened? Are you okay?””First, yes, I’m fine. When I walked into the condo, Robert was all worked up and immediately wanted to know what we’d been up to and why I was late getting back.””What did you tell him?””I told him the truth or at least part of it. I told him it was a long hike, and we’d spent more time on the summit than we’d initially planned. He angrily responded, ‘Yea, I bet. He fucked you, didn’t he?’ ” “Fuck, what did you tell him?””I changed the subject. I told Robert we needed to talk about him and me and that I didn’t think either one of us was happy together any longer,” Sue says with a sigh.”How’d he respond to that?””Oh, he blew the fuck up. I’ve never seen him so angry before. He was screaming at me, calling me a fucking whore and slut as he walked the floors, angrily clenching his fists. It was a different Robert, and he scared me,” Sue softly says.”And what did you do? I’m sorry, Sue, for asking so many questions.””That’s okay, Thomas. I grabbed my keys and purse, and I started toward the door as I told him I was leaving because I couldn’t deal with him like this.””And he let you go?””Not immediately. Robert grabbed my arm, and I told him to let go. He did, but then started crying and begging me to stay. He said he’d change however I wanted him to.””Shit, that’s terrible.””It was a fucking mess! He was crying, and I was crying, but I knew I had to get out. I didn’t feel safe. As I left, I told him I’d call later and make arrangements to get my things. At that point, he stood in the doorway crying as I drove off.””You know you could have come here.””I know, but I need to end this relationship before beginning a new one. Now, I’ve got to make arrangements to get my stuff and store it somewhere until I decide where to go and what to do. I need to do it quickly before Robert decides to do something stupid with my things.””Are you available tomorrow?””Yes. Why?””Call Robert and tell him you’ll bahis şirketleri be there at nine am to collect all your things. Tell him you’ll have someone with you. See if Kelly can go with you, but if not, don’t worry. I’ll make all the arrangements. I’ve got friends who owe me. I’ll have a truck there at nine with at least two guys who know the score and will move you. They can easily handle Robert if needed.””But, I don’t have any place to store my stuff. I can stay here with my sister for a while, but she doesn’t have storage space.””Listen, the house I just bought to renovate has an oversized two-car garage, and over half of it is empty. I can have them bring you stuff here until you decide what to do. Then you can stay with your sister and those things you need you can come and get. It’s only ten minutes from your sister’s place, and I’ll give you the code to my garage so you can come and go as you please.””Thomas, are you being so nice to me because I finally fucked you?” Sue laughs.”Yea, maybe,” I tease, “Now, call Robert, talk to your sister and be at Robert’s condo tomorrow at nine. I need to go and make all the arrangements.””Thank you, Thomas,”There is silence as I end the call and begin making other calls to friends for favors owed.–ooOoo–The morning was calm and clear, a good day for moving. I’d parked down and across the street from Robert’s condo in a borrowed unmarked company pickup. I wasn’t making my presence known unless things went wrong.At 8:55 am, my two friends pulled up in front of Roberts condo in a panel truck, followed by Sue and her sister a few minutes later. Sue went to the door and knocked, and Robert eventually answered it.  For a moment, it appeared he wasn’t going to let her in, but just then, my little surprise pulled up in front in the form of a Deputy Sheriff’s car. After finishing his junior college degree in law enforcement, a high school friend, Ken, joined the Sheriff’s Department. Ken, of course, knew Sue, even had a crush on her in high school, and was happy to make sure there was no trouble.Along with Sue and Kelly, the two guys made quick work of it and had all of Sue’s belongings on the truck or in Sue’s car in about an hour. Ken remained on-site doing paperwork in his car. Near the end, I gave him a call on his cell phone and thanked him for staying. I told him I owed him and would like to have him and his wife over for a cookout. He got suspicious, realizing I somehow knew he was still there, and asked where I was. I told him I was close. I watched his head spin around, but he didn’t spot me.  Ken laughed as he told me he never knew I was such a sneaky SOB.  I’d bahis firmaları given my buddy on the truck my address and garage code with instructions on where to put Sue’s things so they could go ahead of me. He knew I was there and gave me a little salute as they left, passing my parked truck. Sue and her sister were following behind but didn’t see or recognize me.I got a text message from Sue a little later in the day.  Hey, thank you so much for everything. Having Ken show up was brilliant, and your other friends did a great job. I tipped them, so don’t let them tell you otherwise. LOL!  Robert hardly said a word. I’m going back to work at the university tomorrow; it’s much closer driving from Kellys. It’s over, and I’m so relieved!I texted back a simple reply. You’re most welcome. I’ll talk to you later. Get some rest and decompress. XO I thought Sue probably needed time to sort things out.  –ooOoo–Thursday, Sue calls.”Hey,” I answer.”Hi, I thought I would have heard from you by now. Have you already lost interest in me, Thomas?””Never! I know it was a hell of a couple of days, Sue, and I thought you could use some time to work through things. You don’t know how hard it was not to call you every day. I picked up my phone a dozen times, starting to call.””I was kidding, I do appreciate it, and it’s been good spending time with and talking to my sister, but I’ve missed you too. I told my sister about us.””Oh, what did she say?””She said it’s about damn time and that it was only out of respect for me that she hadn’t made a move on you herself.” “You mean I could have had the younger sister?” I laugh.  “Hey! You’d better watch yourself, Thomas,” Sue giggles, “besides, you haven’t proven you can even handle the older sister yet. Maybe if you do, then we’ll talk.””I’m up for the challenge, win or lose. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?” I say while trying to decipher the meaning of Sue’s ‘Maybe if you do, then we’ll talk’ statement.”Dinner had better still be on. I need to get out,” Sue laughs.”How about dinner and then dancing. I’ll make the arrangements.””You’re pretty good at making arrangements, aren’t you, Thomas?””Yes, when it’s something I want.””Thomas, since you’ve had some time to think, are you sure you want me, that you want us as a couple?””I’m sure, Sue. I should tell you this in person, but I need to say it while I have the courage. I’ve been in love with you for years, but I’ve been afraid to let you know how I feel because I dared not risk losing your friendship.””I’ve been in love with you too, Thomas, but I didn’t think you thought of us that way.””Kelly is right; it’s about kaçak bahis siteleri damn time for us. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at seven. Wear something club-worthy.””I can’t wait. I love you,” Sue whispers.”See you then, and I love you, too,” I whisper back before ending the call. –ooOoo–The butterflies in my stomach make me feel like I’m back in high school about to go on my first date as I ring the doorbell. I wait a minute until I hear footsteps approaching the door. Kelly, Sue’s younger sister, opens the door and, with a big grin, hugs me and invites me in. Kelly, in many ways, looks like a younger version of Sue, except she’s a little shorter.”Sue will be down in just a minute. You’re looking good, Thomas. Perhaps I should have made a play for you myself instead of deferring to Sue?” Kelly laughs.”I know Sue told you about us, Kelly, and I’m pleased you’re happy for us.””I’ve not seen Sue this happy and excited in a long time, Thomas. But, if you break her heart, I’ll hurt you,” Kelly quietly tells me with a look on her face that leaves no doubt she’s serious but in a friendly sort of way.  “Kelly, I love Sue and would never intentionally hurt her. But, I do take your warning seriously!” I grin.There is a slight cough from the top of the stairs, and I move quickly to the bottom step, where a vision awaits me at the top. Sue’s in a little sleeveless, backless, spaghetti-strapped asymmetrical black dress cut well above her knees. Her hair is down and softly flows over her shoulders. She’s wearing bright red heels to match her lipstick and fingernails. Her eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky. I’m breathless and wonder how I’m ever going to be worthy of her.  I hold out my hand, and with a grace that defies description, Sue glides down the stairs to take my hand and gives me a slight peck on the cheek.”You said to dress in something club-worthy, Thomas, will this do?””Sue, you’re stunning. I may need to upgrade my wardrobe.””No, baby, you’ll do just fine,” Sue says as she winks at me.”We probably need to leave since we have reservations,” I say.Holding her hand, I walk Sue to the door and turn to say goodbye to Kelly, who comes to hug Sue and then me.”Now, don’t you two do anything that I wouldn’t do,” says Kelly with a grin and a wink.Sue and I look at each other and laugh. Kelly has always been the wild child, and if half the rumors are true, Sue and I have carte blanche tonight. I’d chosen a highly rated fusion restaurant at a conference center, thinking we probably needed to eat light if there was dancing later. I hand the keys to the parking valet as I help Sue from the car. We’re seated immediately at a small private tablet in the corner with window views of the city below. We select a white wine and place our orders before I reach across the table, taking Sue’s hand.  “Have you looked for a new place to live yet, Sue?”

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Had it really been six months since that first innocent black box? Like many on Lush, we were quick to become friends and our conversations seemed to flow effortlessly. Our friendly banter quickly progressed to long phone calls, often talking until I fell asleep.Then, things changed. We changed. Our conversations became laden with sexual tension and a deep longing to be together. We often talked about our first meeting and what it would be like. When the day finally arrived I remember being incredibly nervous. Thousands of Lush black boxes, and long nights of lust-filled güvenilir bahis phone calls had all culminated into this moment. We were finally going to meet in person. I arrived at the meeting spot first and I didn’t have to wait long. When his truck pulled into the parking lot, my entire body had a physical reaction, heat radiating from deep within. It was as if my entire body knew I was getting laid soon.My heart pounded so hard that it felt audible, my palms were slick with sweat, and I was a literal hot mess. I calmly reminded myself to relax. I secretly güvenilir bahis siteleri hoped my nervousness would not send him running back to the hills of North Carolina. After months of anticipation, I ran to greet him like I was the lead role in a romantic movie and I then proceeded to give him the most awkward peck on the lips ever. Seriously? That was the best I could do for a first kiss? I didn’t know then that it would be my last first kiss ever.  Thankfully, he was undeterred by my awkwardness and he countered my peck with a kiss that turned iddaa siteleri my legs to jello and my heart to mush. On the short ride to our hotel, his fingertips traced lightly along my knee and our conversation flowed naturally. It was then that I discovered that casual chit chat, when done with a Southern accent, was a potent aphrodisiac. Like I needed more encouragement. Why is it when you are in a rush the hotel check-in process is always torturously slow? At last we headed to our room and for once the conversation stalled as I think nerves were at an all-time high. We entered the room and I quickly abandoned my clothes and apparently any common sense that I had. I will never forget how he turned to say something after putting our bags into the closet and found me stark naked, wearing only a smile. 

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Saturday, 7:45 pm, At The BarThe Joe Walsh song “All Night Long” came over the loudspeaker. That is a different song than the Lionel Richie one of the same title. I smiled, knowing most everyone in here didn’t even know who Joe Walsh was, or that he joined the Eagles for the Hotel California album.“How’s that Gimlet, Mr. Dawson?” My bartender, Ted, was taking very good care of me. I nodded at him and held it up in a small toast.“Best I’ve ever had!”He laughed. The arrangements Rico made yesterday were paying off well. Ted had two barstools saved for me in the very crowded place, and I was assured of a table the moment I was ready for dinner. Money talks, bullshit walks.I’m always punctual. To me, it’s just courteous not to waste other people’s time. I hope for that in others but I rarely find it and have learned not to expect it. Still, I was hoping that Elisa would be here by 8:15, maybe 8:20. I was very surprised when I felt bahis siteleri a soft hand on my shoulder about ten minutes before the hour.“You must be Troy,” she whispered in my ear from behind.I turned to see my Elisa in a classy yet sexy Little Black Dress and some dead-sexy heels. When I stood up, we were about the same height. I felt a little starstruck, she was that beautiful.“Even if I wasn’t Troy, I would tell you I am.”She laughed and stepped in to hug me. But, it wasn’t just a friendly hello hug. No, she melted into me, her body softly pressed against me as she kissed my cheek.“I hope you’re Elisa, you look stunning.”She smiled, her bright white teeth completed her dazzling smile. “I am she. I mean, yes, I’m Elisa. And thank you for the compliment.”“How did you know it was me?”“Well, Dana said you were a devastatingly handsome man, and that could only be you.”“Right…”“And… okay, they do give us your picture so we know canlı bahis siteleri who to look for.”“Ah damn, I like the devastatingly handsome answer better.”“Let’s go with that, then. Buy a girl a drink?”I got her a Hpnotiq and, yes, that’s the way it’s spelled. I had never heard of it, kind of a fruity liqueur that was pretty tasty.“I have an envelope in my jacket pocket.”She gave me a sultry little smile. “Let’s do that at the table, okay? Why don’t we—“ she scooted her stool closer to me so that her crossed knees fit in between mine—“get a little better acquainted. I’ll start. Most of my new friends ask me how long I have been doing this. Was that going to be your first question?”She held her drink in her left hand, her elbow resting on the bar, while her other hand rested on her right knee. I placed my hand on top of hers.“Actually, I was going to ask what’s the percentage of your friends that fall in love with canlı bahis you. 98? 99%?”She smiled and shook her head. “You, um, you don’t have to flatter me.” She leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I’m pretty much a sure thing.”She slid her hand out from under mine, but quickly placed it on top of my hand, that hand now feeling her thigh. Her soft, silky, warm, vibrant thigh. I looked down at our hands and gave her a gentle little squeeze. My eyes took in the loveliness of her legs, then I enjoyed the tight fit of her dress over her hips, and my eyes rested on her elegant cleavage.“You’re staring. Do I have some lint on me?”I looked up and met her eyes. She smiled. But it wasn’t that Hollywood kind of smile where the mouth makes a big smile but the eyes aren’t involved. No, her eyes smiled also. I looked at her right eye, then her left, then back at her right. My breathing deepened and the bar noise seemed to vanish into the background. Looking into her light blue… no, her profile said aquamarine. Looking into her aquamarine eyes, I felt myself feeling so many emotions, all at once. Love, lust, jealousy, anger, love, peace, passion, love, home, falling…

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When I was in high school, my American Lit teacher had us read Moby Dick. It was a daunting task at the time, but I have always been glad I did it. There is a scene near the beginning of the novel in which Ishmael, the narrator, finds himself in bed on an icy cold New England night. He explains to the reader that while the blankets on the bed are necessary to keep him warm, he likes to sleep with just his nose exposed to the cold air. His cold nose reminds him that the rest of his body is comfortable and warm. I think Ishmael was right, but I like to take it a step further. On a really, really cold night, I like to strip down completely and climb under as many blankets as possible. My husband, Ben, certainly liked my proclivities and always said he looked forward to winter.Tonight is the first really cold night of the year. But Ben isn’t here to share it. In fact, despite the desperate pangs in my chest, I know we are never going to share another night together again. Ben was a U.S. Marine deployed in Afghanistan, part of the 3rd LAR kaçak iddaa Battalion. Last spring, about two months into what would have been his final deployment, his convoy was hit by an IED. Ben and another Marine were killed instantly, or so they tell me. And just like that, he was taken from my life forever.Ben and I actually met in high school. He played football for our rival high school in west Texas, where we both grew up. Me and a couple of cheerleader friends ran into him and a couple of his teammates after the “big game” when I was a sophomore. I honestly thought he was a total asshole at the time. Looking back though, I may have been a bit of a bitch, so maybe it wasn’t all his fault. We met again at a barn dance years later. I had just graduated from college, and he was home on leave. Long story short, we quickly fell in love. We dated as best we could for an active duty Marine and got married about a year later.I loved Ben with every cell in my body. I still do. He was funny, masculine, brave, and tender all at the same kaçak bahis time. He even smelled good. He had a romantic streak you wouldn’t expect in a Marine. And he treated me like I was the most important thing in his life. His first deployment after we got married lasted about six months and it was agony. Ben’s enlistment was winding down, and his next deployment, as I said, was supposed to be his last. And it was, I guess. If you had thrust your hand into my chest by brute force and just ripped my heart out, that would have hurt less than what I felt when I learned Ben was gone. All of a sudden, I was a twenty-five-year-old widow. For weeks I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Even now at times and without warning my chest will tighten, my lungs stop working, and the enormous hole inside me overwhelms everything. So here I am, alone in a queen-sized bed made for two. I have my blankets on (and nothing else), and like Ishmael, I feel warm on this cold night. But that doesn’t cancel out the aching emptiness that never seems to leave me anymore. I illegal bahis have stacked up three or four pillows so I’m kind of sitting up. Thinking maybe it’s time to reread Moby Dick, because…why not? After a few chapters, sleep is lapping up over my consciousness like waves on a, particularly, peaceful shore. The blankets had slipped down toward my waist, I didn’t notice when.But now something is different. I am no longer leaning—half sitting, half reclining—against my pillows. I feel the firm, warm contact of skin-on-skin. I am leaning back against a familiar chest. A man’s chest. Ben’s chest. I can’t see him of course, but I know these sensations well. I feel his thick, strong, slightly hairy arms wrap around me, embracing me from behind in a delicious bear hug. Instinctively, I relax and melt into Ben’s arms. I am safe and comfortable—for the first time in almost a year. I don’t want this feeling to end…ever.The sensation of Ben’s hot breath on my left ear and down my neck is exhilarating. He trails his right hand downward, caressing my bare stomach, while his left hand expands to palm my breast. He pinches my pink nipple, lightly at first but with increasing pressure. Soon, both of my nipples are pert and hard as diamonds. 

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I have been working at Mary’s house for about a year or so, on many different small projects and maintenance as she needs. The last week or so I have been painting and remodelling her downstairs bathroom. Mary always has a cup of coffee for me and will come down and chat while I am working, then she goes back upstairs and does whatever it is she needs to do.I am just a fifty-four-year-old older guy that is a little overweight so if I can flirt to have some fun why not? Mary was in her late sixties about five foot five inches tall maybe one hundred thirty pounds and really quite nice to look at while I am working. Nothing ever happened and I did not think anything would happen.I was finishing up one afternoon, finished cleaning up, and went upstairs to let her know I was about to leave. I heard water running upstairs and a faint yell calling my name. I go upstairs the door was locked but I could hear Mary calling out to me for help. I ask Mary what was wrong, she says, “I’ve fallen in the shower and can’t get up. Can you help me please?””OK,” I say, “let’s get this door unlocked first.”Being a handyman man these doors are no güvenilir bahis problem to get in, a couple minutes later I was in and quite shocked at what happened next. Mary was flat on her back in the shower quite inappropriately. The water is running and I quickly run over and turn the water off, and ask, “are you hurt?” Saying this all I can do is look at her wet naked body with a nice set of fairly perky boobs and beautiful shaved pussy, and then I look away trying to find a towel.Mary tells me that her wrist and ankle are quite sore could I help her out of the tub? Ahhhhhh… sure.I grab a towel to try and cover up her soaked body and try not to stare too much at the body in front of me. Now trying to pick up a wet woman who is not happy she needs help in this circumstance which is not easy for me either. After some awkward moments, she is now shakily on her feet and clinging onto me for dear life. Now to get out of the tub and dry her off and see if she could move on her own. That was a big no!”What do you want me to do?” I ask. Mary asks if I can get her to the bedroom so she can sit down, she is leaning heavily on güvenilir bahis siteleri me while making our way to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed she blushingly asks if I could help put on underwear and other clothes. Now I am embarrassed, trying not to stare, and really not sure where to start?Starting with her socks, then I put her underwear on pulling up as far as I could go I am now facing her beautiful shaved pussy. She smells wonderful “looks good enough to eat” you might say. From here it was a blur, quickly I set her up for the night and got her cell phone. My hard-on out of control I locked up and left and quickly went home and jerked off. I hadn’t cum like that in years, went to bed with many erotic dreams about Mary.The next day I went back to Mary’s and made sure she was alright but it was hard to look her in the eye since what happened yesterday. I was pretty quiet that day, just trying to get the job done so I could leave. Mary came downstairs to see how things were going? She asked why I was so quiet today, turning red and fumbling for my words sorry was all I could say.”What?” She asked.”I iddaa siteleri am sorry I could not stop looking at you and that was just wrong of me to do.””It’s not your fault that I fell in the tub but I should be the one that was sorry. Before you finish could you look at the door to the bathroom it’s not closing properly?””Sure,” I said, “I am almost done here anyway.”All was done and cleaned up so I went to fix the door, when opening the door there was Mary completely naked waiting for me inside.”Oh shit sorry,” I said.”No,” Mary said. “Please come in. Do you like what you see?””Wow! Yes, yes I do. What’s going on here Mary?””No one has seen me naked in a long time or looked at me the way you did and it turned me on. I think it only fair that I see you too, please take off your clothes.””Really?”Her head nods yes.I can tell you that I was hard when I saw her and now taking my clothes off was a task, getting my underwear off over my rigid cock. Now standing there in all my glory, “sorry you have to see this.””Come with me,” she says and grabs me by my cock. We get to her bed and she kneels down and licks my balls and sucks them into her mouth. All I can do is put my hands on her head and enjoy. She works her way up my shaft and kisses my mushroom head and starts sliding in and out over and over. Not having had a blow job in quite a while I am close to cumming.

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I entered her from behind as the elevator slowed to a stop on the 52nd floor, so ready after teasing each other for hours in our room bahis şirketleri on the 54th. She came with a quiet groan as several bahis firmaları more people boarded on the 37th, my back against the rear kaçak bahis siteleri wall and her ass grinding into me.She told me later that she came again when I spasmed, spurting into her at 14; after, the elevator packed with strangers, I quickly and discreetly tucked myself away. She whispered that she could feel warm cum running down her legs, and I laughed.   

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Just one flight from home but I am stuck in DFW. The story of my life. After two weeks away from home, I was flying back from business on the west coast. Delayed for an hour and then for three more due to icy weather all across the southern US, I was taking full advantage of the perk of airline club membership and was curled up in a comfy chair with an endless supply of wine.  To help pass the time, I decided to treat myself to a pedicure in the airport. I found a spa in the D concourse and since they had a short wait, I went back to the airline club, poured up a glass of wine in a paper cup (totally against the rules, but I really did not care) and was in the pedicure chair fifteen minutes later. The warm water of the footbath began to ease the pain of the delay and the wine was definitely helping too.That was when I noticed someone preparing to take a seat in the chair to my left. She was a tall brunette probably in her mid-thirties. Like me, she looked like she had been traveling all day and needed some pampering as much as I did. She was wearing a cute tight black skirt a few inches above her knees, tight sleeveless yellow sweater, black leather jacket, and black leather boots just below her knees. She shuffled around to get her jacket and tote situated and then sat down and unzipped her boots. Trying to be discreet but still very interested, I watched as first her left and then her right foot came out of her boots. I was a bit surprised that she was not wearing any socks but very pleased to see that she had truly beautiful legs and feet. Her calves were very muscular, but still so feminine, perfect tiny ankles and long, wide beautiful feet. My best guess was a size eight. She moved her boots güvenilir bahis to the side of her chair and very close to my chair then eased her feet into the footbath.The aroma of her boots hit me a few seconds later. Very strong, very sweet, very raw, it was so delicious. The combination of the warm leather and the natural fragrance of feet trapped inside that leather for hour after hour was an erotic symphony for my nose. This was the moment I also felt the first tingle of warmth between my thighs. I looked her boots over a bit better now. Five-inch heels, side zipper, obviously high-quality full-grain leather, and now that I could see the inside too, very well worn. I leaned over toward her, partly to get a better whiff of those wonderful boots, but also to compliment her. “I love your boots,” I said.She turned and smiled and in a strong Italian accent said, “Thank you. I am glad to take them off, my feet are so very tired.””Mine too,” I replied, and reaching out my hand toward her, I said, “I am Misty, nice to meet you.”She also extended her hand toward mine and said, “I am Sofia, nice to meet you too.” We grasped hands for just a few seconds and she smiled a very kind smile as she looked into my eyes. We shared our first of what I already hoped would be many touches. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, blue eyes, short curly dark brown hair, minimal makeup, but lovely eyelashes and just a touch of color on her lips. With her arm extended toward me, I could not help but notice a very large and very dark tuft of long thick curly hair in her armpit. We chit chatted about our travel problems and our current situation. She was on her way to New Orleans for a medical convention. We sat back to enjoy güvenilir bahis siteleri the massage chairs and foot pampering, but I continued to discretely enjoy every detail of my new friend Sofia. The vibration of the massage chair caused just enough movement of Sofia’s body to let me see that she was braless. Her athletic frame and near-perfect muscle tone held her perfect breasts beautifully aloft. The cool air of the spa or the movement of her breasts against her sweater was enough to cause her nipples to react and become hard enough to strain against the fabric of the sweater. As her pedicurist massaged her legs and feet the hair on her lower legs became more obvious.I have shaved my armpits and legs every day since I was ten years old and shaved or waxed my pussy since I was nineteen, so hairy legs and armpits were not my style, but on this Italian beauty, it was deliciously sexy and very exciting. The warm tingle between my thighs was constant now and I had to squirm a bit in my chair to keep it in check. We continued to chat throughout our pedis and when I complimented her on her lovely legs, I learned she had been an elite athlete who had qualified for the Olympics in the hurdles but was injured before she could compete. She now trained as a powerlifter and the bulging shape of her quadriceps and glutes left me no doubt she was exceptionally strong.Our pedicures finished about the same time, both with shades of red on our toenails. With our spa slippers in place, I took my chance to ask her, “Would you like to get a drink, maybe a bite to eat?””That sounds great,” was her reply. We gathered bags, jackets, her boots, and my pumps and I led the way to the airline club. It’s a iddaa siteleri very short walk to the club and in five minutes we were settling into two chairs at right angles to one another in a less busy corner of the club. Wine was quickly ordered and we both rested our freshly pampered bare feet on the same ottoman, just inches from one another. Our wine arrived and I offered a toast to freshly pedicured toes and new airport friends and Sofia added, “Very beautiful airport friends with very sexy feet.”I was only slightly surprised by her comment, but I had definitely hoped I was reading her signals correctly ever since we started talking in the spa. As we both raised our glasses, I also felt her toes rubbing against the side of my foot. “The wine is very nice, and that feels great too,” I said.”The wine is nice and I am so glad you like because I think you are lovely.” I returned the affection stroking my toes over her feet as well and up the side of her leg as far as her muscular calf. “It is tragic that we will both be on different planes so soon,” she said.”I was thinking the same thing,” was my reply. I excused myself to go to the restroom and on the way ordered more wine for us both.When I returned to our seat, Sofia had relocated to a small sofa along with our bags. She was sitting with her feet on the ottoman again. “Sit next to me, I am chilly so I got us blankets too,” she said patting the sofa next to her. I sat and put my feet next to hers on the ottoman and she slid very close to me as she covered us with the blankets. She began stroking my feet with her toes again and then slipped her hand under the blanket. As I silently sipped my wine, I felt her hand stroke along the top of my soft round thigh. My slacks were thin enough to enjoy her touch almost like there was nothing between her fingertips and my skin. She smiled at me and looking me in the eye whispered, “Is this ok?” I only nodded my head slightly and she continued.

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It was just past six when I was returning home to my apartment from my morning jog. The late September air had cooled the sweat on my skin, and I was looking forward to a nice hot shower. As I opened the door to the lobby, Dan exploded from the elevator, and pushed past me in a hurry.“Hey, Dan,” I said. “‘Morning.”Dan Farber was a new tenant in the apartment down the hall from me. He’d moved in with his wife a couple of weeks ago, though I’d never actually met her in person. Dan had been hired as an assistant athletics director at Clinton State University. They piled the work on top of him, and he seemed constantly on the run. I wondered how long he’d last until the stress burnt him out.“Oh hey, Jeff,” Dan shouted over his shoulder. “Sorry, man. No time. Running late for a flight.”“Good luck, man,” I called after him, but by the time the words were out of my mouth, the door was already swinging shut. I shrugged, and headed to the elevator.When I stepped out on the fifth floor, a white flash of motion caught my eye, as a body darted behind one of the large decorative vases lining the hallway. As I approached, the figure slowly stood, revealing damp blonde hair, blue eyes, and an embarrassed smile. A thick white towel was wrapped around her petite frame, leaving her thin shoulders bare. Her arms were clutching a small grey mewling kitten to her chest. “Can I help you?” I asked. I took another step towards her, quickly scanning her small slender body, and noticing the towel ended teasingly just below her ass.“Um… yeah, uh, Sorry,” she stammered. “It’s just, I live down the hall.” She gestured with her head.“Five-fourteen?” I asked. She nodded. “You’re Dan’s wife?” She nodded again. “I just saw him downstairs.”“Yeah,” she acknowledged. “I came out to kiss him goodbye, and then our cat Yoda got out, but Dan had to catch his plane, so I ran after the cat, and the door closed behind me, and by the time I realized I was locked out, he’d already gone, and now I’m not sure what to do.” She finally took a breath.“Oh,” I said. “Well, if you want, you can use my phone to call the landlord.”“Really?” she asked.“Yeah, I guess it would be fine,” I said. “He probably won’t come until nine or ten.” If we’re lucky, I thought to myself. “But you can wait for a while in here.”“Thanks, um…?”“Jeff.”“Tammy,” she said, juggling the kitten to shake my extended hand.I unlocked the door, and flipped the light switch. My apartment was small: one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen, and a living room. I gestured for Tammy to have a seat on my futon, while I went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. When I returned to the living room, she was sitting with her legs crossed, fidgeting with the bottom of her towel, while also trying to keep hold of Yoda. I sat across from her in an old armchair.“It’s okay. You can let him go,” I offered.She put the kitten down. He immediately leapt from the sofa and scurried off to explore. I gazed at Tammy’s body maybe longer than I should have. Tammy adjusted the towel above her small chest and smiled awkwardly, making me too aware that I was fifty-five, and widowed. Tammy was still married, and probably near half my age. Sincerely, I just wanted to offer help, like a good neighbor. I would have done the same for anyone. But güvenilir bahis that didn’t erase the fact that she was a young, attractive, nearly naked girl.“So…” I started, trying to distract myself. “Dan says you’re from Maine?”Tammy nodded, looking uncomfortable.“And he’s the assistant athletic director at Clinton State?” I tried again.“Mhm,” Tammy responded.“Ah,” I said. “I’m a photographer in the media department there.”“Oh,” she said. “Have you lived here a while?”“Well, about two years,” I said.I’d moved in after the death of my wife, Theresa, from breast cancer. I took it hard, and fell into a depression after she passed. Maintaining the house we had once shared became too much work. I was barely hanging on. After getting an inflated bill from the city for mowing my neglected lawn, I finally gave up, and admitted to myself that I needed to get my shit together. It wasn’t how Theresa would have wanted me to go on without her. So, I started eating better, exercising, and seeing a therapist. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that moving on meant actually moving. There were too many memories (good and bad) in our house.Tammy simply nodded without commenting. Thankfully, I could hear the percolations from the coffeemaker coming to an end. I went to the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee in a large mug.“Listen, do you mind if I go jump in the shower really quick?” I asked.“Sure, but could I use your phone?”“Oh, yeah,” I remembered. She’d come for the phone, not to listen to an old man reminisce about his wife.I went to my bedroom where my phone was still charging on the night stand. A couple of small eyes peered out from under my bed at me as I disconnected the cord. I carried the phone back to the living room and tossed it to Tammy. She caught it, but the motion nearly caused the towel to come undone. She quickly snatched it to her chest. There was a brief shadowy glimpse between her pink thighs, as she shifted her position, and then she squeezed her legs tight together again.“Sorry, I…” I apologized, as she looked up at me blushing.I quickly retreated down the hallway to my shower. I’ll confess, under the hot running water I did more lathering than was strictly necessary, while replaying the scene in my mind and fantasizing about what might have been. I brought myself to a quick climax, my semen running harmlessly down the drain, and emerged from the shower a few minutes later.Moving from the washroom to my bedroom, I pulled on a pair of clean pants and a university affiliated polo shirt. Then I examined the far end of the closet where I’d kept a few of my wife’s old dresses. I had no real use for them, but for some reason I just wasn’t ready to part with them. I pulled one from the closet; a light blue summer dress that used to look particularly amazing on Theresa. “Um…” I said, returning fully clothed to the living room. “I don’t know, but you seem kind of uncomfortable in that towel. Maybe you’d rather wear this?”I offered the garment to her. She shook it out to its full length, then held the fabric against her body.“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “I guess it probably won’t fit really great. My wife was taller than you, and had a…” I held my hands in front of my chest miming larger breasts. Tammy stared at me looking güvenilir bahis siteleri embarrassed again. “But I thought maybe you’d want to try it on anyway. You can change back there, if you want,” I added, gesturing towards my bedroom.“Thanks,” Tammy said.She padded back to my room. Finally, I poured my coffee and opened my laptop. Scrolling through news headlines, I clicked the odd story. After about fifteen minutes passed, I started to become curious. Tammy hadn’t returned. I had no idea what could possibly be taking her so long. I walked down the hallway, and knocked softly on my closed bedroom door.“Tammy?” I asked. “Are you alright?”“I’m… yes, I’m alright.” She sounded anxious.“Is it okay? Does it fit?” I asked, cracking the door open.“Uh, yeah,” Tammy said. The distracted tone of her voice raised my suspicions. I pushed the door further open, and cautiously popped my head around it. Tammy was bent over my bed, wearing my wife’s ill-fitting dress. Spread out in front of her were several photographs. She was desperately trying to pick them up and stuff them back inside of a carboard shoe box. The photographs featured women in lingerie occupying a variety of seductive poses.“What are you doing?” I shouted angrily.“I’m sorry!” Tammy shouted back. “I was getting Yoda from under the bed, and I knocked over this box, and… I didn’t mean to.”“Shit.” I moved to the bed, and helped her return the pictures to the box. “You shouldn’t see these.”With the photos secured, I replaced the lid, and shoved the box back under my bed. Then I reached even further, grabbed the protesting Yoda by the scruff of the neck. I pulled him out, and shoved him into Tammy’s arms. “Here!”“I’m sorry,” Tammy repeated. Her face was flushed a deep red. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. “We can go. We should probably just go.”“No,” I said calming down. “Look, it’s okay. I’m not really mad. But I could get in a lot of trouble if the wrong people knew about those pictures.”“What do you mean?” Tammy asked, eyeing me suspiciously.“I’m a photographer for the university, right?” Tammy nodded. “Well, sometimes I get requests from people for more… private kinds of pictures. I do it on the side to make a bit of extra money.”“There were like twenty different women.”“Yeah. And without naming names, some of them in high positions at the university. They count on my discretion. Now I’m counting on yours. Do you get me?”“No, not really.”  “What don’t you get?” I asked with obvious frustration. I already felt like I’d said too much.“I don’t understand what I get out of it,” she responded with a treacherous gleam in her eye.“You get?” I repeated, unbelieving.“Like you said, you’re rewarded for your discretion. It seems like I should be rewarded for mine.”“Fuck!” I swore loudly. Then, after a pause to regain my composure, I continued in a lower voice, “What do you want?”Tammy fell thoughtfully silent for a minute. She looked like she was wrestling with a big decision. When she finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “I want to look like them.”“What?”“The women in the pictures. I want to look sexy like them, not like some friggin’… ironing board.” She practically spat the last words out, as she passed her hands over her meager chest.“What iddaa siteleri are you talking about?” I objected. “Listen, you’ve been sitting here for about forty-five minutes, and I’m going crazy trying not to perv out over you in your little towel, because I don’t want to come off as some old creep. But, trust me, you’re gorgeous.”There was another long pause from Tammy, and then, “That’s not what Dan thinks.”“What do you mean?”“He’s not interested in me anymore. We hardly make love. But I’ve caught him looking at porn… several times, and the girls always have huge boobs. And now he’s constantly surrounded by all these beautiful, young, athletic girls. If I don’t do something big to get his attention back, I know I’m going to lose him. So, I want to get implants.”“That’s insane!” I shouted. “I’m sorry to say it, and maybe I shouldn’t since I hardly know either of you, but if that’s true about Dan, he sounds like an asshole.” Tammy looked at me skeptically. I impulsively took it one step further. “Let me prove it to you.”“How?” Tammy asked uncertainly.“You said you wanted to look sexy like the women in the photos?”Tammy nodded hesitantly.“I can do that for you,” I guaranteed.“I uh…” she stumbled, taken off guard.“You should see some of them at work,” I said, making an exaggerated grimace. Tammy laughed. Much of the remaining tension seemed to evaporate. “All I’d need is a few hours. Just tell me when. If you’re still not satisfied…” Tammy was staring excitedly at me. “Fine, I’ll pay for them.”Tammy looked at me, saw that I was serious, and thought about it for a moment.“Okay,” she agreed finally.“Alright. Did you get ahold of the landlord, while I was in the shower?” I asked. Tammy nodded. “And he said he was coming to let you into your apartment?” She nodded again. “Okay. I have some appointments this morning, so you’ll have to wait for him in the lobby.”“I can’t wait here?” Tammy whined.“After you got into my pictures and tried to blackmail me?” I laughed. “You‘ve to be kidding.”Tammy frowned at me, but had no response.“Listen, you can keep the dress,” I offered. “Give it back later, alright?”“Fine.”Three days later, I found the dress freshly washed and folded in front of my door. I picked it up and a note fluttered out to the ground. Inside my apartment, I unfolded and read it: “Dan at track and field meet – Out of town all weekend. Can meet any time.” ***I spent most of Saturday arranging my make-shift ‘photo studio’ in my bedroom; setting up the necessary lighting, making the bed and so on. Around seven o’clock, I went to fetch Tammy. She was dressed in a pair of tiny cut-off jean shorts, and a thin white T-shirt with Daisy Duck sniffing a flower on the front. I could just about make out the outline of pink bra beneath the shirt. I nodded and hummed appreciatively.“Is it alright?” Tammy asked.“I can work with it,” I replied. While, it wasn’t the most classic outfit for a sexy photo shoot, she still looked pretty cute.Yoda, sensing his opportunity quickly ran for the open door, but I rapidly scooped him up. “Nice try,” I said to the kitten, handing him back to Tammy. She put him back inside, and closed the door before he could escape again.I led Tammy back to my place. She sat on the futon, anxiously tapping her foot. “Try to relax. The pictures won’t turn out if you look like you’re being held hostage.”“Sorry,” she said, tucking her restless legs beneathe her. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”“I have,” I said, which received a giggle.

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