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The best suite in the hotel; Le Chateau des Ange; a big beautiful room in pale peach, pink and cream lit by hundreds of candles, rose petals everywhere, and a balcony with open French doors with a big orange moon peeking through to see Collin pressing me up against a wall making out like teenagers who haven’t fucked yet. Our hand roaming all over each other with a hungry urgency and then he reaches down and grabs my ass and picks me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist and except for a nervous excited giggle we haven’t stopped kissing, he gently puts me on the four-post bed and shrugs out of the rest of his clothes which pretty much fall off any way because the pressure of our bodies rubbing together is no longer holding his pants up.

He climbs onto the bed and pushes the skirt of my negligee up past my waist and teases my naughty bits with the side of his finger while he smiles and watches me squirm for a moment. Then he moves up higher and we are kissing again, this time slower, pretending to be calm, all the while he’s unhooking the back of my corset and continuously pressing his amazingly hard rod against my pussy, it’d be called dry humping except my panties are soaked through. Then he tells me to raise butt and slides the whole negligee past my knees and before I have chance to lower my ass he starts peeling my panties off with his teeth. Now we’re both completely naked. Bostancı Escort He starts going down on me thoroughly; tonguing my clit while his fingers slide in and out of my cunny.

After a while of showing me what heaven is like he decides to give into my pleas to have him inside me. There was concern in his eyes, and I bit my lip, getting ready for the pain. For the longest moment I can remember he rubbed his stalk against my yoni, teasing me, and he started to gently enter me when my hips bucked to meet him. He was deep inside. I blinked, where was the pain? There was warmth. The feeling between my legs and the look on Collin’s face made me feel more complete then I’d ever felt. I was grounded and floaty, I felt us like never before. I smiled and a tiny tear rolled out. Collin wiped the tear and kissed me. It wasn’t like before, it was a love kiss. He started off slow and deep, and gradually picks up the pace, and went harder. Every once and while I look down to see the sight of his beautiful cock thrusting in and out of me. Through out the entire session of love making is scattered a few choice phrases; a few I love you’s, he tells me I’m beautiful and I tell him how I love having his hard cock inside of me and that I love being his little slut, and a lot of wows and oh my fucking gods. We cuddle for a little bit and as I drift off I felt Collin’s kisses on my forehead, Anadolu Yakası Escort then my eyelids, my cheek and then a soft but passionate kiss on the lips.

I’m woken up a little bit later by the smell of strawberries, as my eyes flutter open he slowly drags the strawberry across my lips and I flick with it my tongue. He lets me eat the strawberry and as I sit up he presses a glass of champagne into my hand, as I sip I notice him smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary and I look past him, to the bathroom, lit up in candles with a good 6 inches of bubbles clearing the top of the tub, which is incidentally about the size of VW bug.

We walk over and get in the tub. We splash a little, and cuddle a little. The plate of strawberries disappears almost as fast as the bottle of champagne. Before the bubbles thin out too much I decide to play a game. I let my finger tips drift up the inside of his thigh and down the other and back up and then wrap my fingers around him and stroke him with an almost painful slowness. We make eye contact and he starts to blush, as he attempts to collect himself he stands up. Collin looked like a god; wet skin reflecting the candle light and that amazing member jutting out almost daring me to suck on it. So I did. I sucked his cock with giddy abandon. Sucking him is getting me hotter and I reach down to rub myself, absentmindedly Ataşehir Escort my breasts at first and then I saw the way he was looking at me in between gasps I slowly and deliberately slid my hand down between my legs. His pole feels so hard in my mouth and so smooth on my tongue. I love it. I hit a nerve and moaned the vibrations went all the way through him. His breathing sped up and so I did, I also got a little rougher with my tongue. When he cums I swallow every drop, surprised by how good it tastes. He’s still hard.

The water is starting to cool so we get out of the tub we start to towel each other off and he props me against the sink. Out know where I feel thrust inside, all the way inside me. My legs wrap around him again, he fucks me a little more with each step he takes toward the bed. He leans my back on the bed, unhitches my legs and slides them into the crooks of his elbows. Collin starts to fuck me gloriously hard. He tells me to touch my breasts so I do, palming my puffy nipples until they are hyper-sensitive. He tells me to talk. I tell him how good it feels. He asks me if I’m his little slut I moan in the affirmative. He asks me if he can fuck me when ever he wants, I bite my lip to keep from screaming and nod my head. He tells me to tell that I love him, and the words fall out of my mouth as an especially deep thrust sends a happy shiver up my spine. He then tells to tell him how much I love him fucking me, I start rambling and moaning, telling him he’s a fucking god. He’s pulls out right before he comes and I grab his cock and finish him off as I watch his cum spill on to my tummy and on my breasts. We clean up a bit and fall asleep in each others arms.

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I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like doing very much. I also spend a lot of time, editing and correcting my stories, which I hate. But it has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably consistent story. My only reward is the letters I get from the people reading my stories. That could be from you! If you liked the story, then feel free to tell me so. If you thought it could have been better, please let me know as well.

(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.

* * * * *

In ’78, it was no longer fashionable to take the hippie route to Goa or Nepal, but after I’d finished college, I felt like going somewhere. I wanted to get away from it all and be alone for a while. I guess it was a part of growing up and becoming independent.

Goa or Nepal would have been out of the question, even if it had been fashionable. I didn’t have very much money and decided to take a trip on foot into the Swedish forests. I carefully chose a place where I would be sure to be alone. I wanted to feel nature, wanted a little bit of that explorer feeling, searching for new frontiers, mine as much as natures.

Spring had been wet but as always, the fine weather came as exams began. Often, it would end as soon as the exams were over, but this summer the sun and warm weather continued throughout June and July.

I had packed enough dried food to keep me alive for three weeks, even if I didn’t catch a single fish in the lakes and streams. I loved to fish and even though the part of Sweden I was going to wasn’t the best for fishing, I’d still have a fair chance of some serious fishing: Small trout, bass and pike.

The tranquillity was wonderful. I walked all day without seeing a living soul. I could hear the animals, but was so far from civilisation that they fled long before I would ever be able to see them.

The first two weeks, I just walked deeper into the forests, only stopping to sleep fish and eat. Beyond the next rock or tree lay a new and better stream or view. Even though I was fairly far north, the weather was warm and that day, I could feel the air grow heavy. Dark clouds were forming in the afternoon and soon the distant roll of thunder reached me.

Before the rain and thunder arrived, I picked a good spot to camp, close to a little mountain pool. Overhanging branches sheltered my tiny tent and the rainwater was lead away from the campsite by a half circle of rocks and crevices.

I was surprised that a thunderstorm was so different out here, compared to what I was used to in the city. Every crack of thunder and bolt of lightning was powerful and distinct. I sat in the open tent door and enjoyed the sights until it had passed. Afterwards, the air was clean and fresh. The ground was soaked, but it was kind of nice too, because it would make lighting a fire less hazardous.

I prepared a meal with some wood I’d gathered before the rain started. The pool was too small for fishing. So I had to be content with the dried food I’d brought with me. It couldn’t compare to a freshly grilled trout, but after soaking and boiling with some fresh herbs, it didn’t taste too bad.

The rain had brought humidity in the air as well as on the ground. It was still hot and I suddenly realised how much I was sweating. It was a couple of days ago, since I had taken a dip in one of the lakes. The sun couldn’t heat up the deep lakes and only the first few inches of surface water was reasonably warm. In other words: Bathing was a pretty cold experience. But I felt sweaty and the water in the pool was clear, blue and very inviting.

I took off my clothes and glasses and slipped into the water, expecting it to be cold, but it wasn’t. The shallow pool was small enough for the sun to heat the water. I swam around for a couple of minutes before I began washing my clothes. I didn’t have any detergent and it would have been a pity to pollute the clear water, so I just rubbed them against a smooth rock like I’d seen in films about life in the third world on TV. Maybe I didn’t have the technique to perfection, but it was good enough for me.

I think my senses had been sharpened by the life in the wilderness. Suddenly I could feel that there was something or someone else around. I turned and looked, even though I couldn’t see much without my glasses. The sound of a twig snapping confirmed my suspicion.

“Come on out. I’m not dangerous,” I said.

I hadn’t spoken for almost a week and it was strange to hear my own voice. Nothing happened at first, but I kept my eyes fixed on the spot where I’d heard the snapping twig. I saw a slight movement, and then a figure standing up from behind some bushes, fifteen feet away.

I swam towards the rock where I had left my glasses and put them on. It was a young girl. She stood for a moment, looking at me then took a few steps towards me.

“Hi!” I said.

“Hi! Eh, who are you?” she asked.

“I’m Peter. I’m on vacation here, kind of. What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“In the forest?” I asked.

I Maltepe Escort hadn’t seen any houses close by, but then again, the forest was dense and I could have passed a house less than a hundred feet away without seeing it.

“Half a mile that way,’ she said, pointing her finger.

“OK. What’s your name?”

“Ulrika.”

We looked at each other for a second or two, maybe a minute, I don’t know. I couldn’t think of anything to say. She was blond, tall and not on the skinny side, although she wasn’t fat in any way.

“You’re bathing,” she finally said.

“I am. Do you want to join me? The water is really nice,”

It must have been the lack of contact that made me say it. I didn’t think about it at all, just spoke my thoughts. Ulrika blushed and shook her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” I said.

“It’s OK, but I don’t have my bathing suit with me. I’m usually alone when . . .”

“Oh, it’s your swimming pool?” I said.

Ulrika giggled and moved a little closer. I had made up my mind and decided that she was fairly pretty. Since I already had done what I could to embarrass her, I decided to continue to speak my mind.

“I don’t mind it, if you want to swim without a bathing suit. I haven’t anything on.”

Ulrika blushed fiercely and hit her lip. I couldn’t really tell how old she was. Judging by her looks, she could be eighteen, maybe twenty, but she acted like she was fifteen or sixteen. It was obvious that some part of her wanted to come in with me. She had undoubtedly planned to go swimming, not expecting her pool to be occupied.

“Are you alone?” she asked.

“Apart from you being here, I’m all alone,” I joked.

She really had a hard time making up her mind. I was hoping she would do it, but she shook her head again.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, suit yourself. But it is really nice. Do you come here often to swim?” I asked.

“Almost every day, if the weather is good. It’s my summer holidays now and I have nothing better to do.”

“I guess it’s a bit lonely to live out here.”

“Uhhuh. My best friend lives 4 miles away. Where do you come from?” Ulrika asked.

She sat down on a rock and looked much more relaxed, now that she had made up her mind about swimming. She had a very cute smile.

“I’m from Copenhagen. Ever been there?”

“No, I haven’t really been anywhere. Not even Stockholm or Gothenburg.”

She sounded annoyed about it, like it was very unfair. I guess it would be, if you were stuck out here with nowhere to go like she was. I mean, if the most exciting thing you could do in your summer holidays was go swimming in a pool all by yourself, you could easily be bored to death. For me it was different; I had chosen to go here and I had all the things she probably wanted, every day.

“So, you don’t get much around, do you?” I asked.

“No. My parents always have to take care of the farm and we can never go anywhere. Is it . . . fun to live in the city?”

“I guess it is. I’ve never tried to live anywhere else. I love to be here, but I don’t think I would like to live here permanently. Too dull, really.”

“Tell me about it! Nothing ever happens here,” she sighed. “Do you – -“

Again, I must have been alone for too long. Without thinking about it, I got out of the water and stepped over to my towel. Ulrika stared with her mouth open, completely frozen. Then I remembered that I was naked.

“Oh, sorry.’

I picked up my towel and covered the vital parts of my body.

“I . . . I better get home,” she gasped.

Before I could say anything, she rushed in between the trees and disappeared. Funny, but that surprised me more than when she came. I dried myself and dressed again, somehow expecting her to come back, but she didn’t, at least not that day.

I decided to stay a day or two. Maybe it was because of Ulrika. I could see a stream on my map, about a mile away and walked over there to fish in the evening. I didn’t have to worry about the light. Up here to the north, it was only dark for an hour or two in the middle of the night. I caught a couple of small trout.

I got up early the next morning and had the trout for breakfast, grilled. It was too chilly to take a swim in the pool and I didn’t want to go fishing either. For the fist time, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t bored, I just didn’t really want to do anything, but I didn’t get that much time to think about it.

I heard rustle and turned to see Ulrika coming.

“Good Morning. You’re up bright an early,’ I said.

“I just wanted to see if . . .’

She didn’t finish the sentence, but I could guess what she was trying to say.

“I’m still here. Did you bring your bathing suit?”

She shook her head. “No. I . . . don’t have one.”

“I guess you don’t need it out here,” I said.

She shook her head timidly.

“Do you want me to take a walk while you take a swim?” I asked.

Ulrika considered my offer for Anadolu Yakası Escort a moment. Like yesterday, it was apparently very difficult for her to make up her mind. She’d been on my mind since yesterday and I was sure she wanted to skinny dip with me, maybe even more. She was just too shy to admit it to me and to herself. I figured it was better to give her a little more time.

“You could also show me the neighbourhood first,” I suggested.

She nodded excited, but then calmed down a little.

“There’s not much to show.”

“Depends on what you’re looking for. I mean, I’m not interested in the nearest disco or cinema. I’m here to enjoy the scenery and tranquillity. You must know some beautiful spots around here, right?” I said.

She smiled. She had a very cute smile indeed.

“This is the best spot,” she said, then hastily added: “But I’ll show you some of my other favourite spots if you’d like.”

“Let’s go then! You lead the way.”

We walked for a couple of hours, looking at Ulrika’s favourite spots, both when she was younger and those she preferred now. There was a lot to see. Picturesque rock formations, small creeks and gurgling stream. One of the streams formed a very small waterfall. It didn’t look like much, but my interest grew when Ulrika told me that she sometimes had showered in the waterfall. I tried to picture her standing under the cold, falling water and it was a beautiful sight that formed in my inner eye.

It was getting very hot and thinking about her in the cold waterfall didn’t cool me at all. I pulled my T-shirt off and put it casually over my shoulder as we walked back. I could see Ulrika staring at me, when she thought I didn’t see it. Since I’d had the privilege of admiring her long, tanned legs and lovely back for most of the walk, I certainly didn’t mind that she showed some interest in me.

“So, does you mother expect you home for lunch? You can eat with me if you want to,” I said.

“No, I can stay out until dinner. She’s used to that. I don’t think she thinks I’d ever meet anybody out here.”

“You’re free to go as you please and bathe in the pool and whatever?” I asked.

“Yes, but mom would probably be very upset if she knew I was swimming around . . . nude.”

She blushed as she said it. Actually, it didn’t take much to make her blush.

“Why on earth would your mom be bothered about that? You’re all alone!”

“It’s a sin to show yourself nude,” she said.

“Oh, so she’s religious. Guess it’s a sin to talk to me as well, right?” I said.

“I think so. I mean, I don’t think so, but mom and dad do. If it were up to them, I wouldn’t go to school. They would teach me at home. They don’t want me to meet boys or even other girls. They are so afraid that other people will have a bad influence on me.”

Ulrika sounded very annoyed, just like yesterday, when we talked about going places.

“Do you think that your friends from school have a bad influence on you?” I asked.

“No . . . maybe. I mean, I don’t think I believe in god the same way that mom and dad do. I don’t think he’s so strict, you know. All the other kids are allowed to be together and have fun. It’s not like they are drinking or doing drugs or things like that. They . . . can do things that I can’t do and they know a lot more, you know about . . . things.”

“That’s why you became so embarrassed, when you saw me come out of the water yesterday. You’ve never seen a man before?” I asked.

Ulrika hesitated a little before she answered.

“No,” she whispered.

We walked in silence for a while. Not only was she living out here in the middle of nowhere, but on top of that, her parents tried keeping her away from other people as well. I didn’t know what to say. I felt sorry for her but I couldn’t really do much about it. I mean, I couldn’t go down and talk to her parents or anything like that.

“Do your friends treat you nice? In school and such?” I asked her.

“They do. My best friend tells me . . . a lot of things. That’s good, because I know then but it also makes me . . . a little sad sometimes. To think of all the things I miss and only hear about,” she said.

“I’m really sorry for you. I mean, it must be terrible to be locked up like that. Don’t you ever consider running away?”

“No. There was this girl in the congregation who ran away. To Gothenburg. She ended up on the streets as a . . . whore and she became addicted to drugs. She died from an overdose. I don’t want to end up like her. When I finish school I can decide for myself and want to go to the university. I’m good in school. Dad doesn’t want me to, but he can’t stop me. I can get a scholarship and share an apartment with Gunilla. She’s my best friend. It’s only one more year and I don’t want to blow it all now.”

“That sounds very wise. I’m sure you’ll be a lot happier that way,” I said.

We reached the pool soon after. Ulrika was very quiet and I could understand why. I just didn’t know what to say to cheer Ümraniye Escort her up. I began to prepare lunch for us with Ulrika following my every move.

I served the boiled, fried food with fresh herbs and we ate in silence. I didn’t have a full service for two, so we had to share my plastic dish. Ulrika had the fork and I ate with the spoon.

When we had finished eating, we washed the plate and cutlery in the pool. Suddenly, Ulrika splashed some water at me. I splashed water at her. One thing led to another and suddenly Ulrika lost her balance and fell into the water. I tried to grab her, but I couldn’t hold her. The result was predictable: me on top of Ulrika in the pool.

Her head was pushed under and she came up, huffing and puffing. She didn’t waste time to get her breath back. As soon as she was out from under me, she threw herself at me and pushed me under.

She was giggling excitedly, when I resurfaced, her eyes full of anticipation. I waded towards her and she back away, giggling even more.

“So, you did have a bathing suit after all,” I joked.

I lunged forward but I missed her arm. Instead, my hand caught the leg of her shorts. It wasn’t my intention to try to undress her, but when she let herself fall backwards to escape me, her shorts were pulled down over her hips. I let go immediately.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to . . .”

Ulrika pulled up her shorts and looked down timidly.

“You’re . . . nice. If we . . . I mean, I’ve got to dry my clothes before I go home.’ She bit her lip.

“If we take off our clothes then . . . you won’t rape me or anything, will you?

I was shocked at first that she even could think that I would rape her, but then I thought about what her parents might have told her about men.

“No, of course not. I’ll even take a walk while you dry your clothes, if you don’t want me to see you nude.”

Ulrika stared at her own hand, moving in the water.

“You’re so nice. Not like . . .” She took a deep breath. “We were on a school trip in the spring. For once, my teacher had managed to convince my parents that I had to go along. Gunilla had fixed me up with one of the boys from my class and . . . When we were alone, he was suddenly all over me, kissing and all and I got so scared. I mean, he . . . I didn’t want it that way. You know, he was so fast and . . . I panicked and ran. You’re so . . . considerate.”

I thought about it for a second.

“You were with him, because you wanted to, you know, be with him, right. I mean, he though you wanted it, didn’t he?” I asked.

“Yes, but . . . He was all over me right away.”

“If you hadn’t told me about your parents and all, I might have thought as he did and thought that you wanted me to pull your shorts off just now. I mean, I only stopped because you had told me how . . . you were brought up,” I said.

“But he knew too and he wasn’t gentle at all,” Ulrika protested.

“I don’t know, maybe he didn’t think the same way I do. He knew you and didn’t think much about it. Perhaps Gunilla had told him that you wanted to. It’s so easy to misunderstand each other.”

“Gunilla would never! Why do you defend him?”

“I’m not defending him. I’m just trying to explain why it happened. Don’t get upset, I just want you to understand that sometimes your body say something different than your mouth and a boy may interpret what your body say and thinks that’s what you really mean. Get it?” I said.

Ulrika continues to stare at her hand in the water.

“When you came back today and kind of, you know, acted like you did, I was sure you wanted to, you know, do something. When you told me about yourself, I thought that maybe you didn’t really know what you wanted. We talked about, you know, rape and young people in school and, you know, it’s often because the girl acts like she wants to and then when she says no, the boy is kind of not thinking straight any more. We boys have to learn that a girl can regret, but girls also have to learn how their body language works on boys and not act like they want to do something they don’t want to when it comes down to it.”

“But I do want to . . .” Ulrika whispered. “I just don’t . . .”

She stopped in the middle of the sentence. The drops that formed on her cheeks were not water from the pool.

“Please, don’t cry. It’s ok,” I said.

I put my arm around her shoulder and helped her out of the water. We sat down and she buried her face in my neck. It was difficult for me to imagine how her life was, but I felt really sorry for her.

It took her a while to calm down again. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I was very pleased that I’d taken off my boots before I ended up in the pool. It would take some time to dry them out, had they been soaked. Ulrika was wearing sandals and they would dry quickly in the sun.

Finally, Ulrika raised her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“It’s ok.”

She dried her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to smile.

“I better get out of this and hang it up to dry.”

She tried to sound determined as she said it, but didn’t really succeed.

“Tell you what; I’ll turn my back and you can take it off and slip into the water. Then we can swim a little and see how you feel about it, OK?”

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I irritably flick the annoyingly thin pages of my magazine over for the twentieth time, hopelessly wishing I would find a riveting article that would last for half an hour. I had been staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts for a while, but then an old man sitting opposite me had said that ridiculous phrase – ‘Cheer up, love, it’s not the end of the world!’ – and I had kind of lost interest, and resorted to a magazine I’d read over and over again. I leant my head back on the rest, and blew the strands of curly red hair off my forehead, letting them fall back on my ears. Staring at the faded blue ceiling of the train, I let my head roll to the side, and I gazed out of the grimy windows, my magazine just something for my fingers to fidget with now.

My thoughts led to Andy, the guy I was on my way to meet. We’d corresponded over the Internet for months, talked on instant messenger numerous times, many of those occasions getting us both aroused and ending in cyber-sex. Kind of ironic that I had had cyber-sex with so many guys I couldn’t remember them all, but I was still a virgin in reality. I’d met Andy in a chatroom, I was bored one day and had decided to go and talk to people online, and ended up chatting to Andy.

That first conversation was really just about us, our looks, names, music tastes etc. He was 19, and I was just 18. I logged off, having added him to my instant messenger account, with my mind in a whirl; he was so similar to me in likes and dislikes I found it slightly hard to believe.

For example, music. We were both huge Queen fans, and liked some of My Chemical Romance, although preferring their old music, excepting the song Mama, although Andy had a soft spot for Cancer. We both thought Avril Lavigne had become pure teenage pop bullshit, and her old music was far more soulful – we both liked Van Morrison, Billy Idol, Kirsty MacColl – although we definitely differed when it came to Jim Croce. I thought he was great, but Andy viewed him as old-fashioned country style crap.

And here I was on my way to meet him. I’d met him before, he’d come down to where I lived for that, and we met in a coffee shop, just to get a drink and say hello. We’d clicked at once, and ended up exchanging a heated kiss as we parted, which I know could have grown into more, but I didn’t want to just then, I needed to be certain that I wanted to lose my virginity to this man.

Over the next few months I grew more certain that he was the right guy, and he knew that I felt like that. When he suggested meeting again, I agreed instantly, and couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

And now, here I was, less than… God, ten minutes away now! How had the time gone so quickly? Had I really been daydreaming about Andy for that long? I felt myself give a little secret smile, and let my head roll back again. I could spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about Andy sometimes. I closed my eyes, and remembered an email he had sent me a few days earlier.

I can’t wait until you come down; just the thought of seeing you has me touching myself at nightmare, imagining your tight, delicious pussy here with me, along with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. I imagine lightly holding your hip as I kiss you, sliding my hand across your stomach to the hem of your panties, just resting there for a moment, happy to wait for you. As our kissing gets more heated, our lips connected, tongues touching as we taste each other, an urge to discover your most secret taste overcomes me, and I let my hand slide underneath the cool material of your panties, kissing down your neck. I hear a soft moan emitted from those beautiful rosy lips, as my finger touches your pussy, caressing it as my lips draw ever closer. I catch your hardened nipple in my mouth, letting you feel my finger strongly pressing into your pussy as I softly suck on your nipple, feeling your ribcage rising and falling rapidly beneath my free hand and mouth. You hold my head to you, stroking my hair, running your fingers through it, as I taste you. I move away from your nipple, kissing it softly before moving down your body again, circling my tongue around your belly button as I slowly remove your damp panties from your body. You spread your legs, desperately caught in passion, needing my tongue and mouth to caress you, to grant your release as I swallow your come. I’m so ready to taste you now, my tongue creeping across the soft skin underneath your belly, so close now, your breathing coming so fast as my finger teases you, giving you pleasure but not enough pressure to grant you your exquisite release. My tongue gently brushes your clit, making you jump, and a low moan escape from your mouth. I love that sound, so my tongue reaches out again, touching your clit again, but you’re ready for me, you won’t be caught by surprise that way again. I groan, and slide my finger deep inside you, hearing you gasp, and tilt your hips up at my face, pushing into my face as I lower my mouth to your pussy, and lick slowly up and down, tasting you, your beautiful taste. I Ataşehir Escort hear your breaths are becoming erratic, fast, hard, and I know you’ll come soon. I withdraw my fingers, and quickly thrust my warm tongue up your dripping wet pussy, rewarded with a throaty cry, as you spread your legs even wider, and your hands hold my head to you as you come into my mouth. I lick every drop of your come off your pussy, cleaning you, before rising up and kissing you to pass on the taste.

Does that sound good to you? We’ll have to find out when I see you, hmm?

Love you forever,

Andy.

I dwelt on his words, imagining how it would be if – when, it became a reality. I only had to close my eyes to see his face, the dark shaggy, unkempt hair falling constantly over liquid chocolate brown eyes, the kind of eyes you can’t help but stare at. A strong face, very attractive to a girl like me, due to his high cheekbones and long eyelashes giving him a slightly feminine quality… very sexy, I thought, but I’ve always liked that look in guys.

Andy and I both looked very different. While he had very dark brown hair, mine was naturally red, and very curly, whereas his was just… shaggy. He was tall and strong, I was medium height and quite slim, but I was by no means very blessed in the breast area, they were a C cup, but didn’t really look that size – a trait that has always considerably annoyed me. Andy seemed to like them though, when we kissed as we parted last time, his hand had made its way straight there, despite the fact we were at a train station and it wasn’t exactly the most appropriate of places.

The cool female voice startled me out of my reverie, prompting me to thrust my magazine into my bag, and shrug it on to my shoulder as we neared my stop. I moved jerkily through the crowded seats, and succeeded in hitting several people with my bag as I went, quickly jumping off the train and taking a deep breath of fresh air… air which turned out to be thick with sweat and the sharp catch of cigarette smoke. I released the breath through my teeth, scanning the crowds for Andy, but unable to see him. Frowning, I looked again, taking a couple of steps forward and standing on tiptoe.

Just when I was starting to get a bit disconcerted, I felt a pair of strong arm wrap around me from behind, catching my fingers in his hands, and I leant backwards into them, laughing slightly.

‘Hey, you.’ His voice said affectionately. ‘You thought I’d forgotten about you, hmm?’

‘I wasn’t certain.’ I replied, smiling up at his upside down face as he squeezed my body before letting me go. Stepping back, he let his eyes roam up and down my body, a smile slowly curving his mouth. As his hand still loosely remained in mine, I tried to return his gaze, but couldn’t help letting my eyes flick downwards and a childish pink blush appear on my cheeks.

‘I like it when you blush,’ he said softly, letting his hand escape my fingers to brush against my hot cheek. His cool touch brought butterflies soaring into my stomach, as he let his hand lift my chin, and his mouth touched mine. He gently touched the tip of his tongue to my lips, feeling me open them, entering me, tongues exploring, heat where he touched, his hand on my face, butterflies, heat engulfing us, alone in our secret world where it was just the two of us, the two of us kissing softly, alone and secret. Our eyes were closed as his warm mouth covered mine, our tongues dancing with each other and exploring.

‘Excuse me? Sir? Miss?’ A vague voice disturbed our respective reveries, as we slowly broke apart, my eyes still closed as I tried to hold on to the moment.

I felt Andy hustling me away, as he bent his head to whisper in my ear, ‘I think that guy thought that we were about to get seriously inappropriate.’

I let out a slightly laugh, but the close proximity of his lips to my skin had me slightly breathless, as he clearly knew it, as I caught a glimpse of his eyes twinkling as he kissed my ear lobe, and bit it slightly, as he drew his arm around me and we carried on walking, starting to chat about nothing in particular.

I’m not really certain where exactly we were going, I think we were just wandering aimlessly when we came across a sweet little coffee shop. It was one of those old-fashioned ones that are cropping up all over the place, with a slightly Victorian air to it.

‘Coffee?’ Andy asked, nudging me and gesturing towards the place.

‘That would be great… I’m thinking Mocha?’

‘Oh yeah, you’ve mentioned Mocha coffees so much over the last few months! I should have come to meet you with one, hmm? Now, that would have looked all romantic and like I listened to you!’

‘Well, you can make up for it now by getting me one!’ I laughed, patting his arm as we went into the shop. We wandered up to the till, and my eyes were drawn to a couple at the back, sitting close together and laughing, caught in their own little world. The woman was about 20, the man a bit older, but they looked so happy it was Kadıköy Escort hard to believe anyone could find such bliss. I felt Andy slide his hands down my arms to capture my hands, standing behind me.

‘What are you thinking of?’ He whispered, kissing my neck.

‘I’m thinking about how happy that couple look.’ I answered him, leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder as he continued to kiss me.

‘They’re sweet.’

Before we get the chance to continue the conversation, the bored looking middle aged woman behind the till nodded us over, and we shuffled forward to place our order.

‘I’ll go find a seat, okay?’ I muttered to Andy, when I saw that the café was getting quite busy.

I scanned the room, having got an affirmative nod from Andy – and an affectionate pat on the rear – and spied a spare table near the couple I had been watching. I swerved my way over to it, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, and sat in the seat, swinging my bag over my head and dumping it on the seat next to me. The woman saw me making myself comfortable, and smiled at me, indicating with her head at Andy. I smiled back, blushing slightly, and glanced over at him. He was self-consciously making his way over to the table, and finally reached it with a couple of cups of frothy coffee.

‘Hey,’ I said, smiling at him, as he sat next to me, and rested his arm around my shoulders.

He looked at me for a second, and then smiled, a smile with a definite dirty undertone to it. ‘You want to know something?’ he whispered, leaning in towards me.

‘Yeah, what?’ I replied, letting my hand catch his.

‘When I was over there, all I could think about was what you would taste like.’

‘What do you mean?’

Andy gave me a suggestive look, and moved his free hand on to my thigh, stroking me through the skirt fabric. At this, my face flushed, and he chuckled.

‘I love it when you blush,’ he said, and kissed my cheek softly.

I reached up and stroked his cheek. ‘You should blush sometimes. It would suit you.’

He started laughing at this, and shook his head. ‘Not going to happen, honey, I haven’t blushed since I was ten and some girl gave me a black eye and told the entire class about it.’

‘She did that?’ I chuckled. ‘Kids can be so mean… why did she give you a black eye?’

‘I trod on her Barbie, and accidentally ripped her dress.’

‘I hate Barbie’s, so I have to say well done!’ Andy laughed, and hugged me, before passing me my Mocha coffee. Before taking a sip, I glanced up, and saw the woman watching us with a faint smile on her face. As I looked at her, she snapped out of her reverie, and grinned at me, half laughing at herself. I raised a hand, and smiled back, and saw her readying herself to leave with her partner.

I took a long sip of my coffee, feeling Andy’s foot nudging mine under the table, and smiled into my cup. He quickly drank about half of his cappuccino, and made an appreciative sound, winking at me.

‘This place does fantastic coffees. How’s your Mocha going?’ He enquired, nudging my calf with his sock clad foot.

‘It’s good. I think it’s second only to that theatre place in London… they do the best Mocha’s ever.’

‘Wow, really? We’ll have to go there sometime.’ His foot was gaining a bit more confidence, working its way up my leg and stroking my thigh. I moved forward in my seat slightly, enjoying the feel of his toes rubbing my skin.

‘Yeah, we will. I’m thinking coffee and a doughnut… they do great doughnuts as well. During my work experience thing a while back, I used to go there after the day was over to have a coffee. Very de-stressing.’

Andy chuckled. ‘Sounds like a good time.’

‘It really was.’ I said, slightly breathily, as his toes were stroking the fabric of my panties now, making my own toes curl. ‘Mmm…’ I heard myself let out a low sigh, moving my hips forward to press his toes into my pussy. His arm around me pulled me closer, as he bent his leg in a manner that surprised me, seeming inordinately flexible, pushing his toes into my pussy, frustrating me in the fact that he was so close, yet so far in the fact that he was limited in how far he could reach while my pussy was protected by my panties.

‘You want to get out of here?’ Andy whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe softly and smiling as I let out a soft moan.

‘Yes.’ I answered, and after his toes grinded into my pussy once more, I slung my bag over my shoulder and we left the café, his arm loosely around my shoulders as we walked.

‘I live about five minutes walk away from here,’ he said, as we walked along, breaking the amicable silence, which was slightly marred by the sexual tension that has considerably built up over the last ten minutes or so.

‘Okay,’ was my quiet response, as my mind was working overtime, a thing that was clearly obvious to him, judging by his look of amusement and the swift tightening of his arm around me.

‘What are you plotting in that clever little mind of yours, hmm?’ Ümraniye Escort he wanted to know, as we walked through the high street and turned into a calm looking road.

‘Not really certain myself.’

He let out a low laugh as he gestured at a house that was clearly divided into flats. ‘Here we are.’

We walked up to the red front door, the paint slightly chipped from more or less constant use, and Andy pulled a key out of his pocket, his random Donald Duck key ring making me smile.

As we entered the hallway, I followed Andy up the worn stairs, and stepped into the door at the top after him. As we entered, I stood still and looked around, as Andy crossed into a door across from me. He had the walls painted a cheerful butter yellow colour, a colour I remember vividly from my childhood, my grandmother having used that colour in every room in her bungalow. It brought back some very happy memories. There was a old-fashioned woven rug on the dark wooden floor, and a homey looking table to the left, with a small bowl of dried flowers in it, something I’d never seen in a mans house before – well, a man who no longer lived with his mother. It was pleasantly refreshing.

‘Fran?’

His voice made me jump slightly, I was absorbed in his hallway… a fact that made me smile as I wandered through to where he was, a room that turned out to be a kitchen. Andy was at the sideboard, grinning at me. ‘Do you want something to drink?’ he asked, winking at me.

‘No thanks, I’m still pretty satiated from my Mocha.’ I answered, smiling back at him.

‘Okay.’ He continued watching me, and as our eyes connected, moved slowly away from the side, his strong hands pushing him away, and move towards me, never taking his eyes off mine. He stopped when he was less than a centimetre away from me, his hot breath caressing my cheek, his hot gaze boring into me. His hands lightly held my arms, his fingers curled around my skin, I could hear his breathing speeding up, his hot breath on my face, as he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me, his heated mouth finding mine, kissing me passionately, his lips pressing against mine, his tongue caressing the inside my mouth, tasting me and knowing he was predicting my most intimate taste as he did so. His hand rose to tangle in my hair, as the other slid around my slim waist and held me to him, touching my spine and covering some of my hip, burning wherever it touched me. His lips burning mine, his hand sending fire into my body where it touched, touching heaven with just one kiss.

He slowly drew away from me, and stared into my eyes, slowly backing away and pulling me with him.

‘Come to bed with me.’ He whispered, his words causing flames to erupt deep inside my abdomen.

‘Yes, oh yes – ‘ I don’t know how the words came from my mouth, but as they fell out, his eyes darkened, he swooped, lifting me off the floor and carrying me through a door, placing me on a large bed. I lay on my back, propping myself up with my elbows, as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching me.

‘Please, Andy.’ I whispered to him, watching him watching me. ‘Why are you waiting?’

‘Are you certain you want me to take your virginity?’ He whispered softly, his heated eyes staring at me. ‘Are you sure I’m the right one?’

I reached out and took his hand, staring up into those eyes that looked like they were reading my soul. ‘I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to.’ I answered him, speaking from my heart, as he smiled slowly, and stroked my cheek.

‘So beautiful.’

He moved in to kiss me, prompting me to lie on the bed, my hand in his hair, the other lightly resting on his back, as he rested to the side of me, his hand curving around my stomach to rest on my breast. His fingers slowly undid my buttons, letting it fall open, a puff of cool air soothing my heated skin, as he slowly pulled it to the sides, exposing my smooth flat stomach and breasts. His hand stroked the skin, as I drew my arms through the blouse sleeves, and shed it, dizzy from his kisses and letting it drop off the edge of the bed to the floor.

His hand cupped my breast, massaging it as he rubbed my nipple, feeling its’ hardness through the thin fabric, hearing me moan softly against his warm mouth. His other hand slid around me, lifting me off the bed as he unhooked my bra, sliding it from my shoulders and releasing my breasts. He removed his mouth, and kissed down my neck, tracing my collar bone as he kissed down in between my breasts, taking them in his warm hands as he took my nipple on my mouth, making me jerk, and start to suckle on it. The sensation were overwhelming my body, I knew without having to feel that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been from this simple assault on my breast.

‘Andy… Andy, Andy…’ I heard myself moan, his name escaping my mouth as I writhed underneath him, feeling his hardness against my leg, as he slowly withdrew his mouth. He sat back, and stroked the nipple that was aching from his wonderful attention.

‘I liked your bra, by the way.’ He said to me softly, as I smile. ‘A bit plain maybe, but tomorrow… I’m thinking… I’m thinking La Senza, that sexy lingerie stuff they have at the back on the left, about three racks to the rear…’ his voice dies away as he sees me start to chuckle.

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My legs were quivering, sweat rolling down my body. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. My ample chest heaved with heavy breaths and I groaned. Hitting the red button, I stepped off of the treadmill before it even stopped, stretching my arms above my head, shirt lifting to show my flattening stomach.

The gym had been my stress relief for the second semester of college. Freshman year had been rough, as I was a long way from home and decided to take harder classes. At 5’5″ and about 170 pounds, the gym was a perfect outlet for me. I’d slimmed down quite a bit already, my curves accentuated nicely without all the chub over them. I’d been blessed, in my opinion, with nice wide hips and 36D breasts, small perky nipples in the center of each.

The gym on campus was dead, as it was already almost 10 o clock at night on a Monday. Most students had already gone back home or to the dorms and were kicking back for the night. I wiped down the machine and gathered my bag before jogging down the stairs. The bottom floor had a few more people than the top, mostly meat heads lifting heavy weights and turning themselves on.

One group of guys caught my eye. A couple of them looked familiar, but it was a small campus so it wouldn’t surprise me if I’d seen them around before. One guy stood a little outside the group, taller and lankier than the rest. He watched me come down the stairs, smiling back at me when I nodded. Not bad looking, but not as good as the rest of them. Dark, shaggy hair curled on his forehead, damp with sweat. He wasn’t my type though, I needed a man that could handle a girl my size. I’d always liked bigger guys anyways.

Walking through the gym doors, the cold air felt amazing… for the first couple seconds, that is. The West had brutal winters, and even though it was technically spring here, it was still pretty chilly out. My dorm was a couple blocks away and I walked quickly. I lived in one of the older buildings on campus and things were constantly broken. Slamming my hand against the elevator button multiple times proved my point, only one of them was working at the moment. However, being that late at night, our 6 floor building wasn’t busy.

Stepping off the creaky elevator onto fourth floor, the halls were quiet. I’d switched halls at semester, opting for the more laid back group than the wild, loud, party crowd I’d had before. I snuck into my room, taking care not to wake my sleeping roommate. Shedding my sweaty gym clothes, I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed my shower caddy.

The bathrooms were just down the hall from our room, so I didn’t mind walking in just a towel most times. Plus, the newfound confidence definitely helped. Getting to the door, I try to swipe my key card. The light keeps showing up red though, and I’m not hearing the click to signal that its unlocked. Frustrated, I shove on the door. It swings open easily, not even having been locked in the first place. Şerifali Escort I groan, silently cursing this building.

I don’t even bother sliding the curtain closed between the toilet side of the bathroom and the shower side. Warming up my shower, I scroll through my phone for a good playlist. Music fills the bathroom as I wrap my towel around the hook and step into the steaming water. I sigh, my muscles relaxing and head clearing. Pouring shampoo into my hand, I lather it into my short brunette hair, mouthing along to the song playing.

The bathroom door clicks shut and I hear one of the bathroom stalls close too. I turn to the stream of water, eyes shut tight as I rinse my hair out. The curtain behind me is ripped to the side, cold air hitting my wet body and causing goosebumps to rise. I whirl around, wiping water from my eyes as a large hand covers my mouth tightly. My fingers curl into his hand, trying to yank it away.

I’m turned back towards the water, the spray hitting my face and going up my nose. He steps further in, pressing his naked body against mine. Using his free hand, he slides the curtain shut behind him, my body pressed against the cool tile as he crowds the small shower. I’ve yet to see him, but he’s tall and strong. I’m shaking, fighting to breath around his hand and the water in my nose. He leans close, breath tickling my neck.

“Don’t scream. You’ll be sorry.”

His voice is deep, unfamiliar. I nod my head quickly, gasping a breath in when his grip loosens. He spins me, stepping between my legs and shoving my back against the wall. His hand slides from my lips to my throat as I get my first glimpse of him.

My eyes widen, it’s the guy from the gym. My mind is racing, trying to figure out how he got in or found me. I remember the broken door, but I’m sure he doesn’t live on this floor, I would have noticed before. But I was also new, and hadn’t been on the boy’s side of the hall at all.

He has dark blue grey eyes, peering down at me hard. His hand is planted next to my head as he leans forward towards me, hovering in front of my face. The fingers around my neck tighten, making me gasp. My gaze falls below his waist. He’s hard, a little over average at seven inches, and throbbing. He’s also in a lot better shape than I thought earlier, a six pack donned his tan stomach, strong pecks morphing into strong shoulders and arms. Quickly bringing my eyes back to his, I know he can see the fear and innocence in them. I know what he wants, and it’s the same thing I’ve never had before.

My weight had kept me from dating much in high school. I had more guy friends than anything, and was perfectly content with just hanging out with them. I was too afraid to push it any further, not wanting to repulse them with my body. I was terrified of rejection and though I was just starting to go out with people now, I still hadn’t lost my virginity.

His Göztepe Escort head cocks to the side, trying to read my expression. The corners of his mouth turn up in an evil grin as the hand he was using to prop himself up drops to my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp in, trying to squirm away but to no avail. His legs are planted between mine and he could easily stop my escape if I dared one.

Long fingers slide from my neck downward, running lightly over my stomach. Stopping just above my hairless mound, he pulls away, wrapping them around my wrist instead. He pulls my hand to him, bumping it against his throbbing member. I got the hint, and the hard look in his eye, and closed my small fingers around it. I’d given guys handjobs before, and my hand fell into a smooth motion as I stroked him slowly.

After he’s content with my handiwork, he released my wrist and resumes trailing his fingertips across my body. I’m reacting to it unwillingly and he knows it, I can tell by the smirk plastered on his face. Eventually, his fingers sink lower. His own legs between mine had been keeping me spread, and now he’s ready to take advantage of that. Flattening his hand, he cups my dampening pussy, using his palm to grind against my aching clit.

I can’t help but to close my eyes slightly, but I manage to keep my body rigid and not press against him. His middle finger curls up, pausing at my opening and making small circles around it. I start to get nervous, never having anything up there before. I wonder if he can tell that already. I squirm more, accidentally helping him push his finger into my tight hole. He moves it in slowly and then stops. I realize I’ve been holding my breath as a sly smile comes across his face.

“So, a virgin huh? You had me fooled.” He chuckles as I blush a bright red, looking away from his gaze.

Letting his finger graze across my clit as he pulls it out of me. Holding it up in front of my face, I see that it’s dripping wet, and not just from the shower water.

“Please…” My voice is hoarse from having his hand pressed hard to my throat and I realized I hadn’t said anything to him yet. I clear it quietly, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Grabbing my upper arm, he startles me by spinning me around. I’m pressed against the cold tile, cheek squished against the ugly green wall that all of the bathrooms have. He kicks my feet apart, taking his place between them again. Strong fingers grip my fleshy hip, holding me steady, while the other hand lines his thick shaft up with my quivering, virgin pussy.

“Don’t worry, you’ll end up liking this…” I can hear the excitement in his voice as his head rubs up and down my slit, spreading my juices. He positions himself and pushes in slightly. I feel his thick head pop in and I moan quietly. His fingers tighten on my hip as he slowly feeds himself in. Once he gets to my hymen, Ümraniye Escort he stops. He leans forward, his hand coming up to cover my mouth. Before I know what’s happening, he gives a sharp thrust forward, burying himself in my newly deflowered pussy.

I yelp, but it’s muffled by his hand. It wasn’t as painful as stories I’d heard, but still a sharp pain ran up my spine. He holds himself deep, letting me get use to the fullness. Sliding out slowly, he drops his hand from my mouth and I moan again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, pressing his stomach against my back as he slowly thrusts. A hand knots in my hair, pulling my head back. His lips find my neck, my skin prickling.

He picks up the pace, fucking me hard enough that his hips are making an audible “thwack” against my sizeable ass every thrust. I’m biting my lip, trying not to moan too loud. I never knew sex could feel this amazing, I was silently scolding myself for waiting this long. He wasn’t wrong, I did like this. Even though I never pictured my first time like this, I didn’t want it to stop.

He’s thrusting more erratically, fingers digging into my hip bone. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm and I know he can feel me tightening even more around him. His hand slips down between my legs, running across my stomach and finding my prominent clit. He rubs in time with his thrusts and it sets me over the edge immediately.

My body tenses and convulses as a huge orgasm wracks my body. I can barely breathe, which is good because then I can’t scream. He fucks into me harder, angling upwards more and hitting my g-spot perfectly. My body is quivering, spasms running up my stomach every time his fingers cross my nub. I’m still cumming as he pulls out quickly and starts stroking himself. He groans and tenses as I feel hot cum land on my lower back and ass.

I’m barely able to stand when he pulls me back under the warm water, rinsing the white goo off of me. By the time my breathing is almost back to normal, he’s slipped out of the shower, grabbed my towel, and walked out the door. I stand under the spray, dumbfounded. Turning the shower off, I grab my shower caddy, ring out my hair, and quickly run across the hall to my room.

–

I’d avoided my sanctuary for over a week. It was time I went back and faced my fears. Getting to the gym at my usual time, I finished up my workout and felt amazing. Things were going to fall back into place again. I jogged down the steps to the bottom floor, grabbing my bag and heading for the doors. I could see him and his friends out of the corner of my eye, but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of seeing me nervous. I stood tall and walked out like a badass.

Getting to the dorms, I took the four flights of stairs up instead of chancing getting stuck on the old elevator. The halls are quiet again as I tie my robe around me and grab my shower stuff. The door is still broken but I don’t care anymore. What’s done is done.

Turning the shower on and letting the steam fill the room, I undo my robe sexily for my own benefit. As I slide back the curtain, I hear the door click shut. Grinning, I drop my robe and step into the water.

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As Sarah parked her car in the driveway, she noticed that her husband’s car was already there, and another car was parked out front.

“Kids, stay in the car.”

She unlocked the front door to see her husband’s shoes, along with a stranger’s heels, lying on the floor. She clenched her fists and made her way towards the stairs.

Once she got to the second floor, Sarah tiptoed to her bedroom door, which was closed, and put her ear against it.

She heard the bedsheets shuffling and the bed creaking as a woman moaned in the throws of passion. She also heard her own husband groaning and saying, “Oh, Ashley…”

So her name was Ashley.

Sarah forcefully pulled on the door handle and swung open the door. Despite the ruckus, the two lovers didn’t notice at all. They kept up their lovemaking, gripping each other tightly and moaning with pleasure. Her husband was on top, with Ashley’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, toes curled.

Sarah was unsure of what to do at this point. Here she was, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her husband cheat on her. She didn’t feel angry, which surprised her. Instead, she felt sorry for her kids, who would have to live in two different houses from now on. She was thoroughly disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to raise them in a normal family environment.

As she stood there, thinking of what to say and how to begin the awkward conversation that was bound to ensue, her husband began groaning loudly.

“Unnnhhhhh… oh, babe, I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled out and put his cock in Ashley’s mouth, gently thrusting while Ashley sucked eagerly.

This gave Sarah an interesting view. Ashley’s legs were spread wide, her moist and blushing pussy facing Sarah. Sarah could see that Ashley was enjoying herself based on the vaginal contractions and fluid leaking onto the bed. Her husband’s ass was facing her, and she could see his scrotum flapping back and forth as he thrust into Ashley’s mouth.

“Ohhhhh… ohhhhh… yeah… oh, Ash…” David collapsed forward as the last of his cum dripped into Ashley’s waiting mouth.

Ashley parted her wet lips from his rapidly limping cock with a slurp and swallowed his cum with a moan.

David lay next to Ashley and she nuzzled her head into his neck. “I love you, baby.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and loudly cleared her throat. “Really, David?”

“Oh, shit!” David flew from the bed, gripping on to the blanket to cover his crotch.

Ashley yelped as the blanket flew off her and revealed her plump breasts and hairless pussy.

“Honey… You’re home early…”

“Yeah, and so are you, it seems.” Sarah nodded towards Ashley.

Ashley’s face quickly became red as she covered her tits with her arms and got up from the bed. She walked awkwardly to the end of the bed, trying not to split her legs too far apart and reveal her dripping labia. She bent over and desperately scooped up her clothes, then ran into the bathroom.

“Sarah, I can explain…”

Sarah put up her hand. “There’s no need for that, David. We’re done. I want a divorce.”

“Just wait a second. Calm down for a sec and we can talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You just unloaded your manhood into this girl and told her you loved her.”

“No! That’s not true. You’re the one I love. Please, Sarah…”

“Save your begging for the judge,” Sarah said as she walked past David and into the bathroom.

Ashley sat at the edge of the bathtub, sobbing into her hands. Her clothes were on the floor in front of her.

Sarah walked towards Ashley and picked up the clothes. “You need to put these on and get out of my house,” she said as gently as possible.

Ashley took a deep breath, stood up, and took the clothes from Sarah’s hand. She put the pile onto the counter beside her, then took the item on top. It was a pair of black panties. She slipped them on, then took the next item, a bra.

She stood there and changed right in front of Sarah, not caring at this point that Sarah saw her body. Sarah could see why her husband cheated on her. Ashley had long, curly, brown hair, and a slim hourglass figure. The black lingerie accentuated her supple breasts and comfortably wrapped her innocent pussy.

Ashley then put on a light blue buttoned shirt and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. ‘They came straight from work,’ Sarah realized to herself.

Ashley looked up at Sarah as tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry.”

Sarah gave her a sympathetic look and followed her out of the bathroom.

As they walked past David, Ashley slapped him hard and walked angrily out the door.

Shocked, David looked back at Sarah with eyes wide open.

Sarah met his gaze and shook her head. “God, you are terrible.”

“You don’t understand, I…”

“How old is that girl, David?” Sarah said loudly, pointing to the doorway that Ashley just walked through.

“She’s twenty… twe…”

“Huh? How old?”

Ataşehir Escort “Nineteen,” David said with a raspy voice as he put his head down.

“Jesus Christ,” Sarah whispered. “How the hell did you end up having sex with a nineteen year old girl?”

“She… she’s an intern at the office.”

Sarah closed her eyes, put her hand on her forehead, and sighed. “Poor thing thought she was in love.”

She walked up to David, bent down slightly, and looked up to meet her husband’s shamed downward gaze. “You are a fucking pig,” she said slowly and with complete honesty.

— 1 Year Later —

The doorbell rang as Sarah was making her bed. She threw down the sheets and ran out of the room. Her two kids were running down the stairs, yelling “Sean’s here, Sean’s here!”

Sarah reached the front door as the kids jumped up and down, trying in vain to reach the handle. “Alright, calm down and let me open the door.”

She stroked her hair to make sure it was straight, and tugged at her shirt to get rid of the creases that resulted from bending over.

Sarah opened the door to a smiling young man with dark brown hair and striking brown eyes.

“Hi, Ms. Davenport.”

“Sean, come on in. How was your day?”

“It was nice, Ms. D. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. Cooking, chores. Typical mom stuff.”

Sean chuckled. “Right, of course.”

“Sean!” The kids yelled as they jumped Sean.

“Ah! How are you guys?” Sean said with a laugh as he picked them up.

“Mommy said you were gonna play tea house with us.”

“Is that so?” Sean looked at Sarah with raised eyebrows.

Sarah returned with a shrug and a playful smile.

Suddenly, there was a loud beeping coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, the meatloaf is ready.” Sarah ran into the kitchen.

Sean put down the kids. “Do you need any help, Ms. D?”

Sarah’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Actually, would you finish making up the bed upstairs?”

“Sure, no problem.” Sean walked up the stairs and into Sarah’s bedroom.

He saw where she had dropped the sheets and finished laying them out for her. As he did so, he discovered a pair of pink panties lying in the covers. ‘They must have gotten mixed up in the washer,’ he thought.

He stood there awkwardly, staring at the underwear, not knowing exactly what to do. He reached out slowly, but as soon as his fingers touched them, he pulled away. He rubbed his palms nervously against his jeans. ‘No, that’s wrong. I shouldn’t touch them.’

But then he thought about how incredibly awkward it would be if he had to tell Sarah she left her panties on the bed. He decided that he should just put it away for her.

Slowly, he reached for the pink panties. He hooked two fingers underneath and lifted them. He held the underwear a full arm’s length away from himself and turned around. He walked over to her closet and opened it. As soon as he did, his nose was assaulted by Sarah’s pleasant, flowery smell.

Sean shook his head quickly and reached for the drawer. He opened it to reveal a jumble of panties in different colors and of various brands. Bras were also mixed into the stack. ‘So that’s what a woman’s drawer looks like.’ He quickly dropped the pink panties into the drawer and shut the closet.

He turned around to finish making the bed when he realized his pants felt strained at his crotch area. He felt ashamed of being aroused by Sarah’s underwear. Ms. D was his neighbor. She paid him to babysit her kids. It was just wrong.

At that moment, he felt like a pervert. He had touched a woman’s underwear and gotten an erection because of it.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, and a moment later, Sarah appeared in the doorway. “Dinner’s ready. You better eat quickly. The kids are eager to play princess tea party.”

“Uh, r-right.” Sean walked quickly past Sarah while looking down.

Sarah squinted suspiciously, but waved the thought away and followed him down the stairs.

——

Sean closed the door softly after catching one last glimpse of the kids to make sure they were asleep. As he walked down the stairs, he bumped into Sarah.

“Hey. Are the kids sleeping?”

“Y-yeah. They’re as-asleep.” Sean kept his gaze down.

“Is everything okay?” Sarah gave him a concerned look.

Sean’s head flew up and he raised his hands defensively. “No, yeah, everything’s fine. No problem.” He tried to make his way down the rest of the steps, but Sarah stopped him.

“Wait. You’ve got some lipstick left on your lips.”

“Oh.” Sean reached for his face, but Sarah got there first. She put her palm against his cheek and slid her thumb slowly across his upper lip. The feeling of Sarah caressing his mouth made Sean spasm a little.

“There. All gone.” Sarah gave him a warm smile.

“Uh, thanks.” Sean hopped down the stairs.

“Wait there a minute. Let me grab some cash to pay you for the extra time.”

“Oh, no, that’s Kadıköy Escort really not necessary…”

“No, let me pay you. Don’t leave just yet.”

Sean opened his mouth to protest, but Sarah disappeared up the stairs. He put his fingers to his upper lip, where Sarah had just touched, thinking there was no need for her to put her whole hand on his face. He put his other hand against his crotch, as if that would prevent the blood from flowing down there.

He couldn’t help it. The sensation of Sarah touching him aroused him even more than her underwear. Soon, he felt a stiff rod underneath the hand that was covering his crotch. All he could do was reach in and adjust his penis so that it wouldn’t bulge out.

“Alright, here we go…” Sarah came down the stairs and stood in front of Sean, a $20 bill in her extended hand.

Sean looked down and backed away. “Ms. D, that’s too much…”

“Just take it, Sean.” Sarah smiled. “Thanks for coming in on a weekend. I know I didn’t really need you to take care of the kids, but they insisted.”

“It’s totally fine. I enjoy being a princess.”

Sarah giggled and grabbed Sean’s hand, making him gasp lightly.

She put the $20 bill in his hand and looked at him sternly. “Take it.”

“O-okay. If you insist…”

As he walked away, the feeling of Sarah’s hand sliding off his made him lose his breath. When he reached the door, he couldn’t help but look back.

“Are you still up for tomorrow night? We can watch that movie you never got to see.” Sarah caressed her hair and smiled.

“Yeah, for sure. Let’s do it.”

Sean stood there for a moment, admiring Sarah’s beauty. She looked at him with piercing blue eyes and her long, blonde hair flowed smoothly from her head. Up until now, he didn’t realize she was wearing a nightgown. The straps hung low, revealing much of her cleavage. He could see that the gown strained with her supple breasts pressed against it, and the tiniest hint of her nipples peaked through. The gown ended at her knees, where he could see her long, slender legs without a hair on them.

His eyes were on her feet when he snapped his head back up and turned to open the door. “Have a nice night, Ms. D.”

He walked quickly and didn’t look back as he heard the lock behind him.

——

That night, Sean couldn’t sleep. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, picturing Sarah with his mind. He remembered the image of her standing in front of him in that nightgown, the curves of her mature but slender body clearly defined. He saw the top half of her grown breasts and the nipples poking through the gown.

Then he remembered the feeling of Sarah’s hand on his face and her thumb sliding across his lip. His penis became fully erect.

Slowly, he slid his boxers off and closed his eyes. With Sarah on his mind, it didn’t take long before Sean felt a warm fluid dripping down his hand. As he wiped his semen with a tissue, he thought about what was going wrong with him.

He suddenly saw Ms. D as a gorgeous and tender woman. He always knew she was a loving mother, but this was different. The look in her eyes made him feel like her love was directed at him.

No, it couldn’t be. He was going crazy. He shut his eyes tight and waited for sleep to take hold.

——

Sarah lay on her bed and looked to her left. She missed having someone on the other side of the bed. Out of habit, she kept sleeping on her side of the mattress, even after her husband left. She extended her arm and brushed the empty side of the bed, longing to feel human flesh rather than bedsheet.

She hadn’t had sex in over a year. She masturbated once in a while, but that only satisfied so much. She wanted a man to slide inside her aching tunnel. Bastard that he was, David drove her crazy in bed.

She thought back to their nights in bed. David on top of her, her legs bent back, resting on his shoulders. She would watch as his thick cock slid inside of her. When he was all the way in, his thick mane of pubic hair would tickle her clit and make her whimper with pleasure. When he pulled back out, his cock would be slick with her fluid, making the next thrust smoother and even more pleasurable than the last. She especially loved it when David bent down to kiss her, tenderly licking her lips with the tip of his tongue.

A tear streamed down her cheek as her hand made its way underneath the gown to her crotch. She rubbed the tip of her middle finger against her clit, where David’s tongue used to be. She flicked her finger the way David flicked his tongue. She moaned as her body began shivering and her vagina contracted involuntarily.

“Oh… oh, Sean. Yes, oh Sean…”

She opened her eyes wide. ‘Fuck’.

——

The next morning, Sarah woke up and stared at the ceiling, thinking of what she had uttered last night during her climax.

Sean? The 18-year-old boy across the street who babysat her kids? If she hooked up with him, she would be no better than Bostancı Escort her husband.

But David was a cheating asshole. She was single and ready for something better than a vibrator.

None of that changed the age difference between Sean and her. She also had no proof that Sean was even interested in her.

‘Well, I could check,’ she raised an eyebrow and thought to herself. ‘Just the two of us, at night, with the lights turned down…’

“Mommy, mommy, it’s time to go!” Her kids rushed into her bedroom, backpacks filled with clothes and amenities for the trip to their father’s.

“Alright. Mommy’s going to get ready, then we can take off.” As Sarah prepared herself in the bathroom, she thought of how to take advantage of this night.

——

As Sean finished up his essay, he looked at the clock. 7:55pm. Their movie was scheduled for 8.

He thought of how uncomfortable it would be for him this time, now that he had a completely different perspective of Sarah. He would be sitting next to the woman whose underwear gave him an erection, whose touch shook his whole body, whose image he masturbated to.

He hesitated for a moment, doubting whether this was a good idea. But he also badly wanted to see Sarah again, to see her long, blonde hair, her bright blue eyes, plump red lips, supple breasts, and long, smooth legs.

He slipped on his pajama pants, an undershirt, flip-flops, and walked out the door.

Sean took a deep breath before pushing the doorbell.

——

Sarah tiptoed quickly to the front door, straightened her hair, and tugged at her nightgown to reveal more cleavage before opening the door.

Although this wasn’t the first time Sean wore that outfit, she saw it differently this time. All she could think of was how easy it would be to remove.

“Sean…”

“Ms. D! How, uh, was your day?” Sean’s eyes became wide for a split second as he caught a glimpse of her cleavage, but his gaze immediately snapped back to her eyes.

Sarah gave him a look that said, ‘As if you didn’t know already.’

Sean nodded in acknowledgement as he slipped off his flip-flops and walked towards the couch.

After locking the door, Sarah turned to see Sean walking away from her. His pajama pants fit him quite tightly, and she could make out the shape of his butt clearly. The way his buns moved as he walked made her crotch tingle.

As Sarah approached the couch, she saw that Sean had already made himself comfortable. His legs were crisscrossed and he was leaning on his right elbow. He gave her a dreamy look as she walked towards him.

She sat to his right, and as soon as she sat down, his arm dropped, and his hand landed behind her head.

Sarah’s heart beat faster.

“God, I had to write the longest essay today. Took me pretty much the entire day.”

“Really? What class was it for?”

“English.” Sean rolled his eyes.

“Right, of course. What did you write on?”

Sean shrugged. “Eh, Shakespeare, some crap like that.”

Sarah giggled. “Looks like you’re pretty devoted to this essay.”

He gave a smirk that immediately turned her on. “English isn’t my specialty.”

“Oh yeah? What is?”

“Biology. I’m really interested in how the human body works.”

‘I bet you are,’ Sarah thought. “You hungry? I’ve got some snacks laying around.”

“Actually, do you have ice-cream? It’s been a really hot day.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Sarah’s titillating ass floated up and down as she walked towards the kitchen. Sean could see this clearly through her thin nightgown. He felt his cock growing hard, and desperately hoped that it wouldn’t show through his pants.

Sarah came back with a bowl of vanilla ice-cream, which she handed to Sean.

“You’re not having any?”

“No, I’m good.” Sarah stared at Sean’s mouth as he ate the ice-cream.

A bit of it got on his lip, and he licked it with his tongue. Sarah wondered what else he could do with that tongue.

Sean noticed Sarah’s interest. He held out the bowl. “You sure you don’t want some?”

“Maybe just one spoon.” Sarah leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Sean was in disbelief as he lifted the spoon into Sarah’s mouth. His own mouth dropped open as she closed her red lips around the spoon and pulled back slowly, leaving nothing behind except a hint of lipstick on the spoon.

Sean wanted to directly lick the spoon after Sarah left her mark on it, but he obviously couldn’t do that. Instead, he scooped a spoonful of ice-cream and put it in his mouth. He didn’t actually taste any difference, but the knowledge that he was putting a part of Sarah in his mouth made his penis throb.

Sarah sighed with desire. “Actually, I think I’ll have another.”

“…there isn’t any left.” Sean showed her the empty bowl.

“Oh…” Sarah moaned seductively. “That’s too bad.”

Sean swallowed hard.

“Here, let me take that for you.” Sarah grabbed the bowl.

As she got up, she purposely let the spoon fall to the floor.

“Oops.” Sarah bent over to pick it up, taking just a second too long.

Her pussy throbbed as she felt Sean’s gaze on her ass. She wanted him so badly, but wasn’t sure how to gauge his interest.

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Part 1.

I have been buying you lingerie from this one particular store for some time now and the 30-something owner Sally and I have been quite good friends. She has learned both your and my tastes in what I like you to wear and when. So when I called her the other day and asked for a favour, she was quick to say yes.

I called you from the office to let you know that we were going to be doing some shopping late tonight (around 8:30) after we went out for a quick supper at our favourite Italian restaurant; you said that you would arrange a babysitter for the baby.

The dinner and wine were, as usual, wonderful and when you asked me how we could do any shopping that late when most stores were closing, I assured you that all would be OK. We drove to the mini-mall where Sally had her discrete shop and pulled in front. The blinds in the windows were drawn and the sign in the door said ‘Closed for Today’ so you looked over at me strangely as I helped you out of the car.

We walked to the door and as I turned the knob, it swung open and Sally was standing there with a big smile on her face to welcome us! We entered the dimly lit store and Sally locked the door behind us.

“Welcome you two to an exclusive late night shopping spree at Sally’s” she grinned as you smiled up at me in realization. This was to be your night and you turned to Sally – a beautiful titian tressed woman only a couple of years your senior and hugged her tightly in thanks.

“Now come with me into the back of the store where I have left racks and racks to choose from and where the special fitting rooms are”. As she led us through the store, both our eyes were watching her slim swaying hips clad in a very short tight skirt. A nearly sheer white top through which we could see that she was wearing no bra topped this. You took my hand in yours and squeezed it; I knew that you had been watching her too and were getting interested in what was about to happen.

As we entered the large, well appointed rear area, I realized that this was a combination showroom and where private fashion shows could be held. Sally was famous for her pre-Christmas lingerie fashion show for men only to pick out that special sexy outfit for wife, girlfriend or perhaps even mistress! In the centre of the room was a small round stage with a short runway to curtains behind which models could change.

“Ok you two; feel free to browse. I am going to change and put on some wine to chill Anadolu Yakası Escort and some nice music” smiled Sally as she left the room.

“OK, darling! What is going on here?” you asked. “Why did she have to change and, for that matter, why the late night secret shopping?”

“All in good time, my love. Now, let’s pick out some ‘pretties’ for you to try on while we wait for Sally”

It didn’t take long – with some enthusiastic support from me – for you to take an armful of teddies, bra and panty sets, lace-up satin corsets and other assorted goodies and head for the large, almost room sized changing area. You drew me inside with you and whispered, “Help me please, my darling?”

Only too eager to oblige, I slipped in and drew the curtain while you started to slip off your light summer dress and start to remove your light bra and panties. I turned you around to face the full wall mirror and, standing behind you, I unclasped your bra and slid it down your arms to the floor.

I then crouched down behind you and slowly started to peel off your skimpy panties, kissing the globes of your ass and into your crack as I lowered them. After kicking them off, you spread your legs wide and closed your eyes as you could feel my hands slowly trail upwards along your inner legs closer and closer to the heat emanating from your wet pussy!

As you reached back with your hands to rest them on my hair for support, you suddenly felt a warm soft set of lips closing over your nipple; your eyes flew open in surprise (after all, I was behind you) only to see Sally – now dressed in a one piece body stocking in sheer midnight black and black patent shoes with 6” spike heels – bending down and suckling at your breast. At that same moment, my fingers plunged deep inside your pussy and you moaned with pleasure as this beautiful woman sucked on your super sensitive nipples and I worked your clit and pussy!

You breasts responded to Sally’s sucking as they do for me; a burst of milk sprayed into her mouth! With an audible ‘plop’, Sally released your nipple and, licking her lips to catch the falling drops of milk, grinned up at you in surprise.

“Now that is a treat that I wasn’t expecting, my beauty!”

You lifted your breasts to her in offering and she once again continued her feast.

Part 2.

After Sally and I had taken you to several orgasms – I was the fortunate one since I was the one who crawled between your Pendik Escort widespread legs to cover your pussy with my mouth and capture the orgasmic results – it was time to start trying on some outfits. Sally offered us each a glass of perfectly chilled champagne as the soft music played in the background.

I sat back on the comfortable cushioned bench on the wall across for the mirror and watched as Sally brought forward one outfit after another for your to try on; you looked great in all of course but I did have some particular favourites.

The best of all was the all-sheer white bustier stopping just at mid abdomen with open-top bra cups (just supporting your breasts) with long garters and white hose and 6” heeled white open toed sandals. Your pussy was bare since we neglected to fit you with the matching thong. You were a sight for these hungry eyes – and those of Sally! The titian haired beauty drew you into her arms and you exchanged long fervent kisses while your hands roamed wildly over her high solid rounded butt encased in the cat suit.

The material was so sheer that you could feel the heat emanating from her skin and, as she raised one leg to the bench behind you, your hand strayed downwards to cup her dripping mound. To your very pleasant surprise, you found the one piece was crotch less and her own shaved pussy was open to your exploring fingers. As your fingers found her erect clit, hers found yours and you moaned in concert!

Pulling away from you, she pushed you gently backwards until you felt my hands on your waist and you realized that I had stripped off all my clothes as I lowered your sopping pussy onto my raging hard cock until you sank to the hilt. Standing before us, Sally shrugged off the shoulders of the cat suit and peeled it down over her full rose-tipped breasts and flaring hips to step out naked before us. We could see her dripping pussy and high full breasts as she knelt in front of you to take first one breast and then the other between her starving lips. Once she had tasted your milk, she was insatiable; she sucked softly then harder on each nipple as your cried out in orgasm while I thrummed your erect clit.

Your pussy was milking my cock as the nipple-driven orgasms overtook you until Sally finished with a satisfied sigh at your tits! She then lowered her head and ran her tongue from the base of my cock where it disappeared into you up to your clit – now so fully aroused that it Kurtköy Escort protruded some distance from your pouting labia! Running her long fingernails lightly over my balls, she proceeded to stroke your clit with the flat of her tongue and to force the pointed tip of her tongue alongside my cock into your pussy! You were so turned on; you leaned back on my upper body and thrust your pelvis forward, trying to get more of her tongue inside you with my cock. The heat of her tongue along the bottom of my cock and you repeated cries to let you cum were enough to take us both to the edge.

Before we could cum, Sally stood and, straddling my knees in front of you, she wrapped her body – breast to breast and clit to clit – against you and started to fuck you with her clit. The friction created as she rocked against you (I could feel your mixed cum soaking my balls) as I wrapped my arms tight around you both finally helped all three of us to reach the peak and we crashed down into a massive orgasm. You both poured out copious cum and I came up into you in stream after stream until I felt that there was no end!!

Sally remained glued to your body as the two of you kissed deeply and I reached down to cup her ass in my hands to pull her tighter against you. Our bodies were covered in sheen of sweat as Sally finally stood, bent to pick up her cat suit and smiling over her shoulder as she parted the room, told us to take our time; she would wait out front.

You lifted yourself off my still hard cock and, turning around, quickly impaled yourself back onto me and then rode me like a stallion until I came again with your two blistering orgasms! We must have remained locked together for almost an hour as we exchanged gentle – yet hungry – kisses as you continued to move slowly against me even as my cock finally softened and slipped from your slippery hot pussy!

Somewhat shakily, we rose, dressed and went out into the back of the store where Sally was waiting in the same outfit she had on when we arrived. She smiled and remarked that we obviously still had some drive in us! I looked up and smiled as I pointed the closed circuit camera which had caught us alone together and which Sally had been enjoying.

She also asked if we could return some day very soon since she wanted to engage in more antics with us both. We agreed without hesitation. When she told us that the bustier, garters, hose and shoes were on the house if we promised to return, we once again reassured her that we would.

With a kiss for both of us – longer and more lingering for you, my darling, she let us out the front door to our car and we drove home. As we turned to look, the lights in the shop went out.

Thank you, Sally!

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On a rainy dismal Thursday afternoon at 5:20 I got out of the car and walked intently to the elevator. As the elevator door opened a young lady exited with an Adam & Eve bag.

I could not help notice how young and vibrant this young lady was. Not what I would expect to see in a sex store. I got to my waxing appointment and met Sally, my waxing specialist.

We walked back to the chair and I made small talk about the young lady I just saw with the Adam & Eve bag and Sally informed me that she was her last appointment. “Delightful young lady. Love her to pieces,” Sally exclaimed!

While preparing for my waxing Sally asked if I had ever been inside the sex store. I blushed and blurted out “NO.” She said she was in there just this morning. The owner asked Sally if she wanted her business card displayed on her counter top.

“Well! Did you?”

“Yes”, Sally stated. “I took some over put them on the counter top.”

The owner walked me around the store to give me a tour. In a panic to say something I asked her a business question… “What are you top sellers?”

“OMG you did not!” I said.

“Yes, I did,” Sally dropped her head and shyly smiled.

“What are they?” I inquired.

“OH My, well, butt plugs, a Rabbit vibrator and some type of fancy glass dildo.” I was mortified.

“YOU are insane! I blurted out.

“So what are we waxing today?” Sally asked.

My eyebrows and upper lip please. “Great, Let me get started.” While Sally began my treatment it felt as though her hands were trembling. I asked her if she was ok and she nodded NO. I sat up and asked what was wrong. Sally has been doing my waxing for 20 years now and we have had our share of chats.

She put down the instrument and sat on her stool. “Ever since I walked through the store, I have been nervous and excited.”

I looked at her and said, “that is natural, you went outside your comfort zone, good for you, wish I were so daring.”

“What do you mean Nikki?” asked sally.

“Well you went into a sex store and I know you Sally you talk a good game but deep down inside you are a good southern lady.” Sally nodded her head and smiled.

“But i was exciting!” she stated, touching my arm.

“Have you ever Bostancı Escort wanted to do something outrageous but were to afraid too?” Sally asked.

“OH hell yes!” I exclaimed.

“What?” blurted Sally,

“I have always wanted a Brazilian wax. I have co-workers who swear by them comparing them to shaving… But I am too uptight to get one.”

“Tell you what,” Sally said still touching my arm. “I will give you one for free just to see if you like the difference.”

“No” I said my eyes as big as a cartoon characters.

She tapped my arm and said “there is nothing to it, I promise.”

Nervously I said yes but felt like tossing my cookies.

Sally finished my waxing and I sat up. Forgetting about my Brazilian, or attempting to, I started to walk to the door.

Sally tapped the door to the bathroom. “Where you going?” She asked…

“Go in here take off all of your clothes and put on the robe.” I lowered my head and took the robe. Inside I wanted to be anywhere else in the world but there. With great resistance I undressed and put on the robe.

I opened the door and Sally instructed me to lay on the table. I lay on my back and she put a head set on my ears and said to relax and listen to the music. We had the same taste in music and I instantly started getting into Steele Dan…

I felt the robe being untied and draped open on either side. A warm towel was placed on my stomach and breasts. I tried to concentrate on the music and I felt Sally opening my legs. She instructed me to raise my ass and put a device under me to elevate my hips. The device was warm and relaxing.

I felt her fingers on my pubic hair and closed my eyes tightly.

“RELAX.” Sally said. I tried to relax and again get into the songs.

A buzzing sound startled me and I kept thinking what is that. Sally was using a trimmer on my ‘thick’ bush. She had me down to nubs when she started applying the hot wax on one side. I lay there trying to not make this a sexual experience but the more she fondled my lips the wetter I got.

At the time she was done applying the wax I had a small puddle under my asshole.

She tapped me once than removed the waxing paper. It stung, but in a good way. Ümraniye Escort I had never experienced that type of pain before. It woke up something in me and I was adding to my the puddle between my legs.

Sally began feeling my lips for any stray hairs and the sensation was incredible. I could feel every touch with every nerve ending in my pussy lips.

She patted my leg and mouthed “good”.

She moved over to the other side and began applying the wax yet again. I was so wet and as I peeked down it looked like my lips were engorged and WET.

This time she was going from just above my clit down to my ass. The hot wax was incredible and again I was flowing like a stream. I was so embarrassed yet excited. I have never been this sexually turned on.

She removed the strips and again started feeling around for strays… I looked down and she smiled at me. “Enjoying yourself,” I sarcastically stated.

“YES, as a matter of fact I am…” “YOU” she retorted. “OH, by the puddle on my table i would have to say YES you were!” she said in a sarcastic tone.

I was mortified. “Do not fret, it happens sometimes. No big deal. Not like I was finger banging you or anything.”

I looked at Sally, smiled and for what ever fucking reason blurted out, “might as well have.” My eyes again the size of saucers…

“Nikki, I did not take you for bi?” Sally stated.

“I am not bi, but this was something out of MY comfort zone. I had no idea how it would affect me.” I said matter of factually.

“Well, we are not done yet my dear.” Sally voiced

“NO!” I said in a shaky voice.

Sally took out a jar of cream and began to lather my pussy lips with this lubrication cream. “This is to keep you from getting any rashes. It will settle down your nerves and make you feel more comfortable.” Sally said as she applied the cream to my wet lips.

“Oh my, did you orgasm?” Sally smiled as she spoke.

I could do nothing but crawl into my invisible whole and listen to the music as she applied the cream. The sensation of her rubbing my pussy was driving me insane. I was about the get it under control until she got to my hood just above my clit. There she took her time and started rubbing intently. Kartal Escort The more she circled my hood and touched my clit the wetter I got.

Cum was flowing from my pussy.

Sally tapped my leg as if to ask me to look at her.

I took off the headphones and looked up.

“Honestly, do you like this?” Sally circled around my clit and added more cream and pressed with more intent.

“Fuck you Sally” I stated sarcastically.

“Shall I stop or would you prefer me to finish the job?”

I looked up and smiled, “whatever your want YOU are the expert here.”

I was dead! I died of embarrassment right there on that table. The only thing that brought me back from my embarrassment was the touch of her tongue on my clit.

“OOOOOHHHHH Fuck!” I shouted.

Sally began licked my clit. My juices were gushing from my pussy now and Sally was eagerly lapping it up . As she pushed her tongue deeper inside of me I felt her finger circling my anus. This was off limits to my husband but hell I was enjoying this too much to say no.

The deeper her tongue went the deeper her finger was inserted. One led the other into my newly discovered pleasure zones.

Sally, with her finger deep in my ass, moved her attention to my clit and with small sucking motions began to masturbate my pussy with her mouth. The more she suckled the faster her finger thrust in and out of my ass.

By this time I had both hands on either side of her head pulling her closer and closer.

As I squirmed and distorted myself I felt an incredible explosion emanate from my soul. NEVER had I felt such delight.

I finally looked up and Sally had her nose inches from mine. She kissed me and our tongues danced.

I had never done anything like this ever not even in dreams. It was the most explosive sexual experience of my life.

Sally looked at me and stated, “like I said that was free!” I looked at her and began kissing her.

“NOT DONE” I stated.

I asked her to take off her pants. I wanted to return the favor. “Who was this lady talking in my head?” I wondered. I was so sexually confused.

Sally took me in her arms and hugged me. “I have another client waiting. We can meet for drinks tonight and go to my place. I have toys that you will enjoy and you will get to lick my pussy and eat my ass…”

I got dressed and walked to my car. Once inside I felt a sharp pain in my rectum. It was more pleasure than pain though.

I can not wait to see Sally tonight…

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I sat for the day, my back against the sand, the summer sun warming my skin. Occasionally I would swim in the cool water, floating on the surface and watching the clouds or doing tipple-tails and handstands in the shallow sandy depths. There was nothing interesting to see down there, a fake beach with sand brought from another place. But it was fun to play and hot enough that the sea seemed cool and refreshing. After swimming I would climb out again and lie back on the sand, the water from my suit dripping back into the grains beneath me.

I lay in the sand watching the day turn into night, the clouds and blue sky turn into the pin cushion of night. The stars were much more visible out here. Thousands compared to the one or two I could see from my city home.

The beach had been full when I arrived, but now as I walked to the showers I noticed there were only a few couples left wandering under the stars.

I paid my money to the girl at the main entrance and went into the ladies shower room. As the country’s custom decreed I left my towel in the cubbies near the exit and went into the shower room with just my shampoo and shower gel. I was alone. The shower room was really just four walls lined with shower heads, and a door. The floor was tiled but the only light was the bright moon and the twinkling stars above me.

The cool summer evening breeze drifted over the wall. I pushed the button and stood under the cold rushing water, letting it wash away the salt and soothe my sunburn. In this country, quite opposite to my own, it was normal to strip in the showers in swimming pools and gyms, anywhere really where the sexes were separated. I always felt uncomfortable but I was trying to accustom myself to the feeling of being naked in front of others. This situation was perfect for me, I had the discomfort of being in a large open shower room but without the staring eyes, or the eyes I imagined to be staring.

After standing under the shower for a few minutes I took a deep breath and started to remove my costume. The bottoms were easy of course, but the top, a tankini was a little more trying. It was never easy, even when dry, but when wet it was quite a challenge. I unhooked the fastening and then rolled the wet, salty material down over my large breasts. My nipples were standing to attention in the cold water. I pulled the under-wires down over my hips and dropped the costume to the floor. I picked up the bottoms and top and rinsed them with my shampoo, squeezing out most of the water and stuffing them behind the shower pipe. Then I squeezed out some shower lotion and started to bathe. I was more aware now of my body than I had been all day.

The cold water rinsed the sand and salt and I moved my hands slowly over my skin the shower lotion causing them to slide easily into every crevice. I lifted one breast then the other, moving my hands slowly over my nipples. I hesitated then, feeling the familiar thrumming between my legs. After looking around and reassuring myself that there was nobody there I moved my thumb again, slowly over my nipple. I turned and watched my nipple harden again under the cold stream of water.

Bending over I rinsed the sand from between my toes, sliding my hands up my smooth legs, I had shaved that morning and they were still silky. I enjoyed the softness, running my hands up over my thighs and back over my bottom.

I leant back against the wall, feeling Maltepe Escort as the cold water rushed over my front and down to the ground, I felt my way slowly back up my leg. My hand slipped and slid easily in the wetness and I stepped apart slightly to welcome it inside. The heat inside me was so opposite to the cold outside, I gasped as I ran my finger over my clit.

I rubbed slowly, bent over, hiding what I was doing from no one but myself. My other hand reached up and pinched my nipple, it hardened under my touch, I pinched harder. I was struggling to stay upright, the heat travelling down my thighs making my legs want to bend. I heard a door slam.

Standing up quickly I looked around again, there was no one there. Feeling conspicuous and naughty I turned back around, picked up my shampoo and started to wash my hair.

I lathered up my hair and turned again, leaning back into the flow of water, my eyes closed as the bubbles washed over my face.

I felt a warm hand on my hip.

I stopped breathing.

The hand moved slowly, from my hip up my body, crossing my stomach and moving over my breast. It stopped to cover my nipple. Then slowly it moved, cupping the cold water under my nipple and moving a thumb maybe, over my nipple. My body reacted quickly, my nipple rose harder than before I could feel the other nipple hardening just at the thought of what was happening. I felt exposed, caught, trapped, naughty, and terribly excited.

Not able to keep up the facade of washing my, now thoroughly rinsed, hair I brought my body back to it’s upright position and dared myself to open my eyes.

She was standing directly in front of me. A little taller than me, her brown hair cascaded over her little breasts, her dark brown eyes looking down, watching my nipple harden under my fingers.

She was naked and her cool suntanned skin showed only a light shadow of where her bikini should have been. I raised my face slightly and she smiled at me. Looking right into my eyes she dipped her head and took my rock hard nipple into her mouth. She lifted my breast to meet her with one hand, the other still squeezing my other nipple. She sucked on my nipple, grazing it occasionally with her teeth, all the while looking right into my eyes. After a minute or so I felt her other hand moving.

I had no idea what to do; this was my first time being so close to another naked woman. I was only just getting used to the idea of me being naked, let alone being naked this close to someone else. Of course I had thought about having sex with a woman. I was curious, I had fantasised; this was way better! Her hand travelled slowly down my body, sometimes her nails tickled my skin, other times it was just the smooth touch of her fingers. My whole body was on fire, the feel of her and the ice of the water. Knowing anyone could walk in on us at any time.

Her fingers were waiting, sitting just at the edge of my lips, they slowly traced the outline. I desperately wanted her to dive in, but she just waited, circling. She sucked on my nipple, she squeezed it with her fingers, she waited.

I looked at her, tracing her body with my eyes, down from her big brown eyes, over her small pert breasts, nipples hard in the cold water, down over her stomach, down to the brown hair waiting below. Her legs were open, there was a space there, space for me, should I like to fill it. I Anadolu Yakası Escort took a deep breath and crouched down. The water gushed over my head and made me gasp until I came out of the flow and into the hair before me. She shaved a little, just keeping it tidy. I ran the tips of my fingers gently around the edges of her protruding lips and looked up into her face. She had her hands on her breasts, her head back. I separated the lips gently and slid a finger inside.

It was warm in there, her clit was hard and round under my thumb, she gasped each time I moved over it. I moved around slowly making long arcs from her clit, following the line of her inner lips to the waiting hot red hole and back up. Each time I could feel her getting hotter, wetter.

Then, leaning forward, I pushed her lips back and latched my own onto her clit. Licking and sucking I worked my way in slow circles around it. I moved my fingers back and pushed them, two at once into the waiting hole. She made a sighing sound. I kept licking, sucking and pushing for a while, getting her worked up, making her louder.

I turned her around, pushing her back onto the wall and spreading her legs further. My left hand moved around behind her leg. My tongue worked on her clit, dipping down to her wetness every now and again. Meanwhile my index finger stroked slowly down from the middle of her back, down over the crack, down to the tight hole of her ass. I pushed my finger around the hole, warming it up for my entry. I was really enjoying the feel of another woman beneath me, the smell of her, the taste of her, the sounds she made. I had three fingers inside her cunt now, I was curling them forwards, reaching for her g-spot. I was enjoying suckling at the round pulsing mound under my mouth. She was pulling on my hair, on her nipples, chewing on her lip. I could feel her rising.

I pulled all of my fingers out of her cunt, but kept rubbing around her asshole. I rubbed my thumb harder over her clit. Slowly I pushed my finger slowly into her asshole, at the same time I pushed four fingers into her cunt. I felt them meet inside her. I started moving my hands up and down and she started to moan, louder, her breaths coming faster. I pulled out of her ass and after circling again replaced my one finger with two, she really loved the feeling of them entering her.

I kept them there moving, pushing slowly inside her. I moved my right hand, the four fingers in and out and then I replaced my mouth once more to her cunt. I blew directly onto her clit, then consumed it, my tongue working quickly, sliding over her.

I felt her come. Her muscles clenched around my hands, once, then again and again. The liquid which had been lubricating her slid down my hand. On the third clench her ass pushed me out and with one final taste I left that hot place and stood up.

I moved across the room, standing under the water I watched her, her face slack, flushed, happy. She was buzzing, and I knew the feeling. Leaning back on the wall and watching her, my own hand moved down to touch myself again.

I watched her gather herself, she turned and washed her hair. Then turning back she took my shower lotion and started to bathe herself. She looked me right in the eye the whole time, hands moving over herself, the hot flush of her orgasm dissipating.

Once she was rinsed clean she came over to me. She kissed me İstanbul Escort right on the mouth. Then slowly she kissed her way down my neck, over my breast and back to my nipple.

Standing, she moved me bodily. Turning me to face the wall she pulled my legs back, she put my hands against the wall and bent me over so I was at right angles to it. The shower water hit the middle of my back. Now I truly was exposed. She stood back to admire me, with my legs separated in this way I knew she could see everything. She moved towards me and standing at my back she moved her hands over my ass. She circled several times before taking her fingers right down my crack. She made sure each finger touched every hole and bump. Then she came round to my front. She grabbed my nipple and pulled my breast up towards her. She bit down on me, the pain and pleasure surged from my nipple right down to my cunt.

Moving down and under me she put her mouth on my clit. The heat of her turned me on. I could feel her tongue working me, I could feel her fingers dipping inside me. Then suddenly she was gone.

I looked back over my shoulder. She took my bottle of body lotion and as I watched poured it right into my ass crack. I felt as the liquid oozed slowly over my holes. Her hands smoothed it into my skin, sliding over my mound and back up to my ass. I was so turned on. Pulling one hand from the wall I reached to grab a nipple. She came back around and put my hand back on the wall. My cunt got hot with the pressure of her hand against mine.

She moved back under me and as I looked back I could see her back towards me, her face tilted up and I could feel her tongue again on my clit. Her hands were now free, and roaming. Around over my ass, down my legs, up over my nipples. She sucked and licked she dipped her tongue far inside me, she pushed her fingers up into my runny wet heat and French-kissed my cunt.

I felt the orgasm rising several times. She slowed down, or backed off each time and moved to my breast. Finally, when she decided, she kept up the momentum. She licked and sucked, she dived in and out of my waiting cunt with her tongue, with her fingers, then she started moving her hand up and down my crack. Each time her fingers touched my asshole I wanted them to reach inside. I was burning to have her in that naughtiest but most delicious of places. Finally, perhaps feeling my desperation she pushed her finger inside me. It slid in so easily, my ass just waiting, wanting more.

Looking back I watched as she pushed her whole hand up inside my cunt, she looked back into my eyes as she did it, then as I watched she reached around and I felt her other hand on my ass. Watching me she pushed three fingers into my ass. I clenched, trying to hold all of her inside me. She smiled. Turning she licked my clit, then slowly she kissed it gently before starting to suck it, she sucked and moved her hands inside me. I felt them both going in and out, my body was crying to come, getting closer and closer. I was struggling to stay standing, struggling not to touch my aching breasts. I desperately wanted to moan and gasp but didn’t dare to be caught in this act. So instead I did the only thing I could, I breathed, I relaxed and I moved back onto her hands.

The orgasm came as soon as I relaxed, rushing into me from both ends, sucking her hands in and gushing my heat out. My cunt finally released her hand as I sunk gratefully to the tiles. I lay there panting for a while, my back cooling with the water, the red rush of colours dancing in front of my closed eyes. It took a while for the heat to subside, for my heart to slow and for the colours to calm. I opened my eyes and looked up at the stars, I was alone.

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Notes

This story takes place in my fictitious town of Malvado Playa California. It’s the next day after the events in Camera Buff. If you haven’t already read my story Camera Buff, please read that first! You’ll enjoy it!

All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen… but just barely!

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“No, really, Dude. What’s the deal with Rona Barrett?”

Jason Indrani had been pestering me at every break since lunch. I was trying to open the combination on my locker, but he kept making me lose my rhythm.

“Stop bugging me… crap!” If I didn’t hit the numbers on the spinning dial exactly right, it wouldn’t work and I’d have to start over again. It was a temperamental tumbler.

He stared at me with an exasperated expression on his skinny, dark face. “Why the frig would Rona friggin’ Barrett kiss you on the friggin’ cheek?”

“I’m just helping her. She wants me to take pictures of her teddy bear collection. It’s nothing. She’s just buttering me up so I do it for free. Like I got nothing better to do.”

“In that case, you shouldn’t settle for a lousy kiss on the cheek. If it was me, my price would be one minute of free access… squeezing her luscious tats.”

Oh, If Jason only knew. But there was no way on earth I was going to tell him that I’d not only squeezed Rona Barrett’s luscious tats the previous night, I’d shot my cum all over them, at least twice, while I videotaped and photographed the whole thing. Man… it would blow his mind to see those photos. Heck, it blew my mind every time I thought about it. But he’d never see them. They weren’t in my possession anyway. Rona had confiscated the flash cards when we were finished. I was hoping that tonight, when Rona and I got together, that I’d get a chance to see them. I didn’t dare hope for more.

When I finally opened my locker, a bright pink slip of paper fell out and landed at my feet.

Jason snatched it up.

He looked at it and said, “Whoa!!” before handing it to me.

It read, “Bring your camera. Rona.” I felt a flush of warm emotion surge through my heart.

But I had to hide my feelings from Jason. “What are you so excited about? She just wants me to bring my camera. I’m taking pictures of her stuffed animals, duh.”

“Heh, heh. I’d love to take pictures of her ‘stuffed animals’ too! But seriously dude, are you blind? Look. She spelled the ‘O’ in ‘Rona’ with a heart! She’s your friggin’ girlfriend, Louis, and you don’t even know it!”

Actually, that’s what I wanted to believe, but when you’re a nerd you learn to keep your expectations low. What did a heart shaped ‘O’ prove? For all I knew, that’s just how she wrote her name.

“Take a cold shower, Jason. I’m late for class.”

As I made my way to Trigonometry, I thought about the fact that Rona wanted me to bring my camera. I’d already planned to… hell, I never went anywhere without it… but the fact that Rona went out of her way to tell me to bring it made my dick stir. Maybe she wanted to pose for me again. I sure hoped so! In fact, if I had to choose between fucking her again, or taking some nude pictures, I woulda picked the pictures in a heartbeat.

I suffered through Trigonometry, barely able to concentrate, wondering what, if anything, Rona had in store for me. My mind was still racing with vivid images of our wonderful night together… my cock sliding between her lips… the feel of her silky soft pussy on my tongue… that little black mole on her left breast… the sight of my virgin cock slipping into her beautiful vagina… particularly the second time when I wasn’t wearing the condom anymore… I could still feel my flesh buried deep inside Rona Barrett’s body… fuck. Just thinking about her made my heart ache and my stomach turn.

Our night of crazy sex hadn’t changed the basic fact that I was a nerd and she was Rona friggin’ Barrett. I just knew that she wouldn’t fuck me again, much less fall in love with me. She was way out of my league.

I’m just kidding myself thinking there’s even a possibility. Maybe she was just manipulating me after all… hoping I’ll do her homework… Damn… If so, she has me pegged. I’ll do anything for her… anything… as long as there’s even a remote possibility of seeing her naked again. She can dangle that promise in front of my nose for the rest of the year… I’ll be her abject slave. Oh… Rona… Rona…Play with my heart, Rona… I’m yours… and maybe… maybe… just maybe… the little heart shaped ‘O’ means what Jason thinks it does!

When the bell rang I ran like hell to the photo studio to collect my camera bag from the lock-up. Mr. Hanners was there, and since I was his favorite student, he started chatting with me about upcoming assignments for the yearbook. After a while, I interrupted him, asking if I could borrow the portable flash kit. He said ‘sure’, so I fished the big bag out of the closet, as he started talking about arranging a photo session for the Colorguard. A few days ago I would have been salivating Maltepe Escort at the opportunity to photograph those sexy girls, Laurie Bonner in particular, but today I was breathless with impatience.

He was in mid-sentence when I just said, “Sorry, Mr. Hanners, gotta go!” I’d never ran out on him like that before, but I had a date with Rona Barrett, Student Council President, and sexiest girl at Malvado Playa High School!

I was out of breath by the time I reached the parking lot. Most the students had already taken off, and I was afraid she might have given up on me. I was relieved to see her leaning against the side of her car. She was glowing in the eternal California sunshine. But she wasn’t alone. Wylan Jansen, who played all the romantic leads in the school musicals, was standing right in front of her, one hand casually gripping her roof, the other hooked in his belt buckle. He was leaning in awfully close… his chest almost touching her breasts. She had her hands behind her back and was looking up at him sweetly as she laughed at whatever crap he was yammering about.

Her body language made my heart sink. They were definitely flirting with each other. And why shouldn’t they? They were perfect specimens of the human species. Naturally, they were drawn to each other. What chance did a scrawny creep like me have against the likes of Wylan Jansen?

It could only mean that I wasn’t her boyfriend after all. I stopped in my tracks and watched them a while, certain that in a second or two she was going to kiss him, invite him into her car and drive off without me.

But then she saw me standing there. “Louis! There you are!”

She waved at me with a big smile on her face. She scrunched right out from under Wylan’s arm and started walking toward me with a happy little bounce in her step. He looked pissed when he saw that she’d dumped him for me. I felt a surge of hope.

“I thought you forgot about our appointment.”

“No. I just had to pick up my stuff.”

I thought she was going to hug me, but instead she snatched the big flash kit from my shoulder. As I followed her to the car like an eager puppy, she opened the zipper and looked inside. “Wow, what’s this stuff?”

“The portable flash kit. Just in case you want to… you know… pose for a few more pictures.”

She grinned back at me, “You certainly are an optimistic little devil.”

I blushed.

Wylan was still standing by her car, but she just brushed him aside, imitating the sound of a car alarm, “Step back from the car. Wooe eeee, wooo eeee, wooo eeee. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!”

She tossed the flash kit in the trunk and pointed me to the passenger door, “Well, get in. We’re burning daylight.”

Wylan looked at us with confusion as we got in the front seat. She rolled down her window and waved him over. “Need a ride, Wylan?”

He had a tight expression on his face. “No thanks.”

“Bye, then,” she sing-songed. She looked at Wylan in the rearview as we drove away, chuckling. “Poor Wylan. His car wouldn’t start, and he lives way over near the outlet stores. I’m pretty sure he wanted me to give him a ride home.” She giggled, “But he’s too proud to ride in the backseat.”

“Behind the camera nerd.”

She reached out and squeezed my thigh, “Behind my camera nerd.”

A shot of erotic energy shot right out of her hand, through my thigh, straight into my cock. Fuck! She’s really into me! It was so mind-blowing; I just couldn’t get over it. I just sat there and stared at her beautiful face and body, as she squeezed my thigh playfully. The fact that I already knew what she looked like naked didn’t in any way diminish the impact of her amazing figure. She was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that made her breasts look devilishly perfect. Her curly auburn hair was sparkling in the sunlight, revealing deep red and orange accents. Her blue eyes scanned the road ahead of her. She was silent, but her hand was talking to me on my thigh.

She turned off Center Street and headed out along the causeway, toward Malvado Estates. She drove in silence for a while, her hand slowly moving up my thigh to my crotch. By the time she reached my cock, it had erected a tight tent out of my jeans. She kept her eye on the road, but grinned as she rubbed my erection with her palm. Oh fuck! We’re gonna fuck again! Yeah!

I cleared my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “How were the pictures?” My voice cracked a bit on the last word.

She grinned. “I haven’t looked at them yet. I wanted to look at them with you. By the way, when do you have to go home?”

“Dang. I forgot to call my mom.”

“Then you better do it, genius.”

I took out my cell phone and dialed home. Just as the phone stared ringing, Rona unzipped my fly and let my raging cock free.

“Hello?” said my mom, right at the moment when Rona wrapped her hand around my naked shaft.

“Oh, uh… hi, Mom. I’m going over to a friend’s house to study tonight. Is that okay?”

Rona Anadolu Yakası Escort started stroking my cock, sending a rush of endorphins to my brain. I’d been hoping we might hook up again… someday, but I never dreamed she’d just whip out my cock within minutes of being alone with her!

Mom was saying, “Honey, did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said, which friend? Jason?”

“No. Just someone from the camera club. You don’t know her.”

“Her?”

Shit, I didn’t mean to say I was going to a girl’s house, but I could barely think with my cock in Rona’s hand.

There was a happy tone in Mom’s voice. “Louis, are you going out on a date?”

“Not exactly… uhhh,” I moaned. Shit, Rona’s hand felt good! She spit into her palm and started jerking me aggressively with her lubricated hand. I moaned again.

“Are you okay, Louis?”

“Fine, I just… have to… uh… I dropped something.”

“Well, Louis, I hope she’s a nice girl. Maybe you can invite her over for dinner sometime.”

“I dunno… Mom… maybe…mmff!”

“Honestly, Louis. I don’t know where you get your shyness. When I met your father, he was a real Casanova…”

Mom kept talking, but I totally zoned out because right at that moment Rona took my left hand and put it on the wheel and said, “You steer.” Then she leaned over my lap and took my raging cock into her hot mouth. The car lurched forward, because her foot was pushing too hard on the accelerator.

My mind was exploding! I was trying to steer down a twisty road, as the car went faster and faster, while Rona sucked my cock with her amazingly perfect mouth. She was applying major slurping action, as she plunged her head up and down on my shaft. Meanwhile, my mother’s voice was chattering away in my ear, oblivious to my gasps of pleasure.

“All you need is to show a little confidence. You’re a very good-looking boy. If this isn’t a date, you should definitely ask her out.”

“Oh… kay… Mom… maybe… uh. Ohhh.” I could feel my balls tightening, and a warm sensation spreading through my abdomen, as I began to feel the first warning surge of my impending orgasm.

“Promise me you’ll ask her out.”

“Oh…. Kay…”

I held my hand over my mouth as a jet of semen shot out of my cock into Rona’s mouth. I jerked the wheel sharply and we swerved onto the shoulder, kicking up a cloud of dust and pebbles. I eased us back onto the road as Rona sucked and slurped and swallowed my cum, completely trusting me to keep us alive. We were now doing about 80 by this time, in a 45 zone. But the nearest car was still pretty far ahead of me, so I wasn’t ready to panic just yet.

I heard Mother’s voice as if it were coming out of a fog. “Louis? Louis? Do we have a bad connection?”

“Sorry,” I said, breathing heavily, “I guess so. What did you say?”

“I said, what time will you be home?”

“Uh… by midnight, I guess… would that be okay?”

“Well… okay. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“I don’t know… no… she’ll drive me home I guess.” Rona made a nodding motion on my cock.

“Okay, Louis. Have fun. Treat that girl right, and there’s no telling what might happen.”

I laughed, “Okay, Mom. Bye!” I flipped the phone closed, just as Rona finished slurping the last drop of cum out of my cock.

Rona sat up and took hold of the wheel and slowed us back down to the speed limit. She wiped the drool and cum out of the corners of her mouth with her delicate fingertips, just like a well-trained lady should. She turned to me and said, grinning, “Sorry, Louis. I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to suck your cock all day!” She laughed a happy little laugh.

That’s the exact moment that I fell in love with Rona Barrett. I would follow her to the ends of the earth. I would throw myself in front of a bullet for her. I would be her abject slave for all eternity.

She turned into Malvado Estates, a neighborhood made up of beautiful multimillion-dollar beach houses. Wow, if she lived out here, I was going to be impressed. I guess I had always assumed, based on the stories I’d heard, that she was rich, but this was more than rich. It was movie-star rich. But she passed through the area and headed out along Shoreline Road, then turned into Playa Dunes Park where she pulled to a stop in the little parking lot.

She opened the door and said, “Bring the camera, Louis. Maybe that flash kit thing too.”

I followed her down the twisty, sandy path for a minute, my camera bag and the flash kit slung over one shoulder. After a few steps she stopped and looked back at me and held out her hand. I walked up and took her hand in mine, my heart all-aglow. Now we were walking hand in hand down a beautiful path shaded by twisty, windswept eucalyptus trees. It wound through rolling sand dunes, which were beautifully overgrown with iceplants. I could smell the ocean. It was early October, but it was pretty warm for autumn. People in bathing suits passed İstanbul Escort us on the path.

Although I’d already had sex with Rona, I was surprised how intimate it was just holding her hand. I realized that I’d never actually held a girl’s hand since I was a little kid. It felt awesome. We were taking our first romantic stroll together. I was glowing with happiness. She flashed a smile at me from time to time, so I hoped she felt the same.

I was also hoping she’d pull me to her and give me a kiss. Then it occurred to me, quite suddenly, that I didn’t have to wait for her. I could do it myself. So, I stopped, pulled her to me and planted my lips on hers. She kissed me right back, as if she’d been waiting for me to make a move the whole time. It was a sweet, long kiss, with lots of tongue and heavy breathing. It made my whole body tingle. Several beachgoers had to dodge around us on the narrow path, probably thinking what a strange couple we made. Rona, as I’ve said before, is a stunning beauty. Me? Not so much. I was about the same height as her, but scrawny. My nose was a little too large, my ears stuck out a little too far, and my rough brown hair was a little too unruly. I was an obvious nerd. But Rona didn’t seem to care. She held me tight, pressing her thigh against my growing erection and kissed me so sweetly, I dared to hope that she loved me as much as I loved her.

After a while she broke away from the kiss, saying, “I don’t want to lose the light.”

“Okay.” Lose the light for what, I wondered?

She led me a little farther. Then she slowed down, looking around. “I think it was right around here somewhere… Hmmm… Oh, yeah, through here.”

She led me off the main path, through a dense copse of low bushes that tugged at our clothes. We came into a pretty little horseshoe-shaped clearing. At the western end of the clearing there was a hump of sand, sitting in full sunlight. In the center was a beautiful, arching skeleton of an ancient sun-bleached tree, rising out of the sand on one side, and diving into it on the other. Beyond, was a perfect view of the beach below us. The bluffs of Playa Norte loomed in the distance, jutting out into the glittering, blue Pacific. Even though we were only a few feet off the main path, there was a quiet hush of seclusion.

Rona said, “I came across this place last summer. I gave a Rory Jones a blowjob right on that dead tree. How’s my hair?”

Her hair was a mess, but hearing about her giving Rory a blowjob sort of made me pause for a second. Rory was the class clown, or at least he thought he was. In the locker room after gym class he was always bragging about girls wanting to suck his rather large cock, but we all thought he was making it up. Now I knew better. That kind of thing actually happened.

“Your hair’s not too bad. Just needs a little fluffing.” I stepped up and ran my fingers through Rona’s auburn locks; working out the kinks and making it flow beautifully across her shoulders. When I was done, I boldly lowered my hands to her breasts.

“These need a little fluffing too.” She smiled and let me feel her up. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to just reach out and fondle her boobs. But why should it be surprising? I may have been a virgin yesterday morning, but I wasn’t anymore. I was Rona Barrett’s lover. I had a free pass to her breasts, and I was going to take advantage before she inevitably lost interest in me. I gave her another kiss and backed off. The light was too beautiful to waste. I quickly readied my camera, setting up one small flash, just to fill in a bit, since the sky beyond was pretty bright.

She posed all over and around the dead tree, removing articles of clothing one at a time. I didn’t have to coax her into poses. She ran the whole show, coming up with different and interesting ways to luxuriate across the various silvery shapes of the tree. I went through hundreds of digital photos over the next half hour, but I had enough memory on my flash cards to take thousands of pictures, so I just snapped away like crazy.

But I was terrified the whole time. Anybody could have walked into the clearing at any time. We could hear beachgoers and surfers rustling through the bushes as they walked up and down the main path. But Rona didn’t seem to care.

She was down to only her bra and panties, when I said, “Aren’t you afraid someone will bust in on us?”

She giggled, “I guess so. But that’s what’s turning me on so much!”

She leaned on the stump and pulled her bright pink panties aside, showing me her dripping wet cunt. God, it was so beautiful. Last night I’d been sadly thinking I’d never see her auburn pubes again. I knelt down in the soft sand and took close-ups of her glorious pussy in the warm sunset. She opened the delicate pink lips with her fingers for me. The flash illuminated the inside of her pink tunnel in the most amazing way. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I ignored it. The photos were much too beautiful for me to worry about fucking right now.

Then she stripped out of her panties, with her backside to me, as I captured the beautiful play of orange light across her shapely cheeks and back. She had a fine layer of peach fuzz on her skin that was normally invisible, but was sparkling in the light of magic-hour.

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At the age of ten, I left my home and friends to live in an Ashram. From child hood, I loved God. My parents were also religious. They accepted my decision with delight. They felt good because their child was going to sacrifice her life’s pleasure for self realization. I never had thought about marriage at that young age. After reaching eighteen it was difficult for me to live without a sex partner. I often took help from my spiritual Guru to conquer my lust. I tried my best to follow it but one day I couldn’t control it. Yes, I was defeated.

Once, our ashram organized a spiritual retreat in the nearby town of Rushikesh. I was given charge to take care of my Guru. He was the main speaker of the retreat. I was serving him as if it were a chance to serve God. On the second day of it, my Guru called me.

“Mataji, I need your help.”

“Just tell me. I am your obedient servant.”

“Go to our Ashram and bring me some important books which I will need in this function”, he calmly told me.

“Okay, I depart from here at evening time, Guru!”

“Very good, Mataji”

I left the room. The Ashram was nearly three kilometers from there. I left at 9 p.m. at night. I knew that India was not safe for women in night time, but the Ashram was not too far. I walked to the bus station and asked, “Sir, can you tell me the time of next bus to Haridwar.”

“At ten thirty”, came a voice after a pause.

I had to pass an hour at the bus stand. I chose a safe place to sit. Suddenly rain started falling severely. Half an hour passed and the rand did not stop. In a short time, the road flooded with water as usual. There was not proper drainage system. The water level increased speedily. Later the announcement was heard from a Ataşehir Escort half functioning speaker,

“All the buses departed form this station is cancelled, so we request travelers to…”

I was shocked. What I shall I do without a bus? I could return but no, my mind decided something different. I came out from the bus stop and started searching for a private vehicle. After the hard downpour, the light was gone. I couldn’t see anything except some head lights of vehicles. I was completely soaked and my white clothes became some what transparent. Murmuring God’s name, I watched for a vehicle. I could see a rickshaw and I walked toward it. A man, who I thought was the driver, was repairing it.

“O Mr! I want to go Haridwar, can you take me there?”

“Yes, but it’s broken down, so it can take it at least an hour.”

“No problem. I can wait.”

He again started his repairing. I saw that a tyre was punctured and he tried to replace it. Water was dripping from his whole body. He was a very fat man, about forty years old. Frequently he knelt down for some work. His pants were white, so I could see his scarlet coloured briefs. I did not want to see there, but I couldn’t control my self. Sometimes his brief’s elastic peeped out of his pants and oh! My body felt inching. His ripe watermelon like buttocks attracted me. I was going in to the pit of lust. He noticed my staring. He smiled and without any reason, slowly removed his shirt! After this, he continued to work.

Now his chest was bare, with full of curly dark hair. I couldn’t restrain and started breathing speedily. He heard it and came near me. My god! His fleshy chest was making me crazy. He might know my intention and so stared at my breast. Acıbadem Escort My blouse was wet, so it glued with my skin. My untouched breasts became stiff like they wanted to come out from bra! After long time he said,

“I need you?”

“Ssshhhh…”

I couldn’t answer properly but saliva was dripping from my mouth. I removed my sari and ghaghra to seduce him. Now I had only my white bra and white panties. He grabbed me and put me inside rickshaw. First time in my life, a man touched me and it heated my whole body. He put his lips on mine and he became a wild horse! He licked my whole face. Then he proceeded down to my breasts. He revealed them gently and dropped my} bra. He hid his face between my globes. He sucked and played with my tits for ten minutes. My groaning was unstoppable. Then he turned to my belly and groin. My panty became an obstacle. He removed them and started sucking my little tight pussy. I was excited by his caresses and hesitantly touched his swollen cock through his briefs.

“Darling! Put off my briefs,” his intoxicated voice came from near my pussy.

I followed his instruction. It was a really black reddish cock, moving to and fro speedily. He thrust his tongue inside my pussy and it started pouring juice. He sucked all like a ‘divine drink’. Time came when I wanted his cock inside me.

“Thrust your cock inside,” I said excitedly.

“Baby! I want to enjoy more sucking and licking. Your pink pussy has crazed me sssccchhh……your pussy really tastes nice. This chance does not come often. Do you need rubbing any special place?”

“I need you to touch inside my pussy’s wall gently.” He put his finger deeply, but I wanted more.

“Go deep, very deep, sssss….stop, İstanbul Escort pinch there.”

My juice came again and spread on his whole face. I thought, if his fat finger was giving me such a tremendous orgasm, then what could his cock would do?

“Please, put your cock inside. My pussy is trembling, see…” I screamed.

He nodded and laid on my naked body and spread my legs. Now he could see my ‘hole’ properly. He gently pushed his cock inside me. My cunt was sticky and silky, so it went inside smoothly. His cock was so thick and it fit tightly inside me. It was so warm. He started thrusting and his public hair touched my cunt. Oh! How sexy! The pleasure made me speechless. His bushy chest hair scratched my big ‘footballs’.

Gradually he increased his speed. My cunt’s fire increased heavily. He wanted to arouse me more and pressed his finger against me. Now the pleasure doubled. As he came, I felt his cum like a warm fountain sprinkled inside me. His orgasm was finished, but his finger was still touching me. I was still hungry. Soon my juice came , again I felt peace, because my long waiting thirst was satisfied today. His fingers crept over my uncovered body.

“I know you are nun by your clothing, but after experiencing this, do you think about marriage?”

“Yes, now I never sleep without man in bed.”

“So, marry with me, Sweety!”

“Are you still unmarried?”

“No, I am married, but, you know it is impossible to enjoy all night with single woman. I need change. Your tight pussy, firm breasts…”

“I can understand you.”

“Now, what do you decide about marry me?”

“Take me you home, nothing else,” I laughed.

He helped me put on my bra and knickers. How helpful he was! We dressed and he drove rickshaw to his home. He made me his second wife. I was no longer a nun. Now I am sexy Anita who can’t pass night without enjoying sex!

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